Mysterious resurgence

The door of the toilet opened, and a pale palm stretched out from the darkness. Everyone was too frightened to speak, their hearts were beating wildly, and they were as silent as a chill.

At this moment, Yang Jian had no idea that his classmate Fang Jing would suddenly grab him and push him in the direction of the ghost like crazy.

"Fang Jing, do you want to kill me?"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth and reacted immediately as soon as he realized something was wrong, and hurriedly grabbed Fang Jing's arm.

As soon as their footsteps stopped, the two of them froze.

"Yang Jian, if you don't die, I won't be able to feel at ease in this life. Do you really think that what you said before was just a casual talk? You are too naive now. You know that I have said what I said and you are not prepared for me. But this is also what I expected. Among them, after all, you are just a student who doesn’t understand anything, and you don’t know the cruelty of this world, so today I will teach you a lesson.”

Fang Jing turned around and shouted, "If you don't come to help, you must push him in and drag this ghost in the toilet. Otherwise, when the ghost comes out, you will all be dead. If you want to survive, you have to sacrifice one person. There is nothing else." Method."

The use of justice to suppress people really works. Under the threat of evil ghosts, people will do anything to survive with a seemingly legitimate reason.

Immediately, three male classmates rushed over with frightened expressions and grabbed Yang Jian.

The four people pushed him hard together, and it was impossible for any one of them to resist.

Immediately, Yang Jian stepped back and was soon pushed to the door of the toilet.

The next moment, the pale hand stretched out from the darkness rested on his shoulder, and with a strong finger, it pinched him coldly and stiffly.

A terrifying force pulled Yang Jian towards the dark toilet behind him.

"Yang Jian, get in here. You're dead this time. Be smarter in the next life." Fang Jing bumped hard and shouted loudly.

Yang Jian was filled with anger. He already felt that his entire shoulder had lost consciousness, as if it had been crushed by that cold and pale hand. At the same time, a bone-chilling chill enveloped his whole body, and his blood seemed to be frozen at this moment. .

"You scumbags and classmates actually want to kill me. If that's the case, then you can't even think about it. If you die, I will use you as support."

After saying that, he stopped resisting and firmly grasped the arms of the two classmates with his palms.

The terrifying pulling force behind them kept several people being dragged forward.

Fang Jing had already noticed something was wrong and hurriedly backed away without letting Yang Jian catch him.

"No, no, let me go, Yang Jian, let me go."

"Please, I don't want to die. Don't arrest me. Arrest someone else."

The two classmates who were caught were frightened and begged for mercy, crying.

Yang Jian thought that he was about to die, but he was not so afraid. He felt that darkness was surrounding him, and he said coldly: "Stop screaming. Since you want to kill me, then I want you to die with me. Fang Jing, don’t be complacent, if I can turn into a ghost after I die, I won’t let you go.”

"Bang~!"

There was a loud noise, the pale arms retracted into the darkness, and the toilet door closed instantly.

Yang Jian and the two classmates who framed him disappeared together.

The door was closed and there was no more movement.

Seeing this scene, Fang Jing was relieved, and a smile appeared on his frightened face.

Yang Jian, you are finally finished.

"Fang Jing, you, you really killed Yang Jian and the others." Others nearby said tremblingly when they saw this scene.

Fang Jing said with a ferocious expression: "Shut up, that ghost will die if I don't come out just now. What are you doing here? If you want to live, follow me. The three of them can't delay it for too long. Once the ghost kills them, We will come out again, and we will be the ones who die then."

After saying that, he turned around and walked up without saying a word.

"Fang Jing, why do you want to go back?"

"Continuing down will lead to a dead end. Who knows what else we will encounter. If we go back, we may encounter Zhou Zheng. If he is not dead yet, he may be able to save us." Fang Jing said.

He was also filled with immense fear.

Because the more people die in the ghost realm, the more terrifying it becomes, and there is really not much time to escape.

It was cold, dark, and accompanied by the sound of dripping water, as if the faucet was not closed tightly.

Yang Jian and two other classmates were brought into this bathroom without a trace of light by that pale palm.

"Get out, get out of here."

Duan Peng and Zheng Fei broke away from Yang Jian. They were frightened and hurriedly groped along the wall, trying to open the door and escape.

The cold walls were mottled and pitted, and gave off a rotten smell.

The toilet is so big. Under normal circumstances, you can touch the door and leave here with your eyes closed, but the two of them were groping around, and there was only this wall in front of them.

There is a wall on the left, and there is also a wall on the right. An endless wall blocks them in front of them.

The door has disappeared.

"Door, where is the door? Where is the door? It was here just now. Zheng Fei, have you found it?" Duan Peng cried, his voice trembling.

"I don't have one here either." Zheng Fei said with a fearful tone.

They frantically touched the wall, trying not to miss any inch of their hands, trying to find the familiar toilet door.

But no matter how they touched, they could never find the door to leave here, only a mottled, cold wall.

In other words, there is no such door here at all.

Just when they were looking for a door to leave, Yang Jian's situation became even worse.

Because he could feel that cold hand grasping his shoulder, and from the beginning, it was just his shoulder that had no feeling, and now one arm has no feeling, and as time goes by, the places where he loses consciousness are getting more and more. If it spreads to the whole body, Yang Jian is sure that he will be a cold corpse.

Yang Jian was covered in cold sweat, and he tried his best to break free.

It's useless, the place where he was caught is like being nailed by iron nails, and it doesn't move at all.

I tried every means to struggle, but still couldn't achieve any results.

"Am I going to die here?" There was only one thought in his mind at the moment.

Finally, perhaps resigned to his fate.

There was no fear in his heart, he just thought that he was going to die anyway, so he might as well call his family and leave a last message before he died.

A wry smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth. He resisted the coldness and numbness in his body, took out his cell phone, and tried to call his family.

But when he turned on his phone, the screen flashed and the picture displayed was the forum story he had read before.

The story is straight to the last page.

There is an audio file on the forum.

Yang Jian was stunned for a moment when he saw the audio file, and suddenly thought of the old man's knock on the door.

"Wait, wait, if the old man really kills people by knocking on the door, then this sound should be useful not only for people, but also for ghosts. Zhou Zheng said that the only ones who can deal with ghosts are ghosts."

When he thought of this, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he felt a little hope of living.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian's other arm could still move at this moment, and he clicked on the audio file.

"Dong, dong dong~!"

The dull knock on the door sounded again, echoing in the darkness.

But something unexpected happened.

The pale palm holding Yang Jian's shoulder seemed to have been burned, and he quickly retracted it and disappeared into the darkness.

The cold and stiff feeling quickly dissipated from my body.