Supernatural Live: Please Stop Talking

[Anchor, what story are you going to tell today? 】

Looking at the bullet screens sent by the water friends, a smile flashed across Lin Xiao's face.

Subsequently.

He spoke in an extremely low tone: "In the ancient town of Niutou, there is such a legend: a beautiful girl made paper figurines in the shroud shop opened by her family after falling out of love. One day, she recalled Recalling the beauty of the past, she felt dejected, tears streaming down her face, and the moment her vision was blurred, she accidentally pricked her hand, and a drop of blood penetrated into the paper figurine.

In the dead of night, that resentful paper man walked out of the dark shop... walked into the dark night, and disappeared at the end of the dark road..."

Lin Xiao's words were very abrupt, leaving no chance for the water friends to prepare.

There is no chance for them to react! !

[It is detected that the audience is afraid of the story, and the fear value is +10! 】

[It is detected that the audience is afraid of the story, and the fear value is +10! 】

[It is detected that the audience is afraid of the story, and the fear value is +10! 】

A series of prompts from the system sounded in Lin Xiao's mind.

hiss.

Lin Xiao gasped.

Dare to...

This group of guys are all this kind of people. Only by making surprise attacks can they provide themselves with a lot of fear.

[Anchor, you're such a badass, you really came here right away? 】

[Gan!I almost peed my pants so scared! 】

[This story is interesting!Anchor, let’s talk later, I’ll change a pair of pants first, I swear, I never peed on my body, absolutely… no… Ouch, Mom, don’t hit me…. 】

[Expectation value... has been pulled up!Hurry up, anchor! 】

Lin Xiao adjusted, and then officially began to tell today's story.

"The bell for the evening self-study get out of class finally rang."

"The quiet campus is boiling like a hot pot that has been boiled."

"Students rushed to the dormitory like ants moving house."

"In the brightly lit classroom, the lights were gradually turned off, but all the people in the dormitory were quickly lit up."

"Someone knocked on the washbasin and sang loudly in the open space of the dormitory to vent the fatigue of the day, but soon someone threw a stone down."

"Because, it's really ugly. To what extent is it ugly? It will make everyone who hears it want to beat him hard."

"The sweltering weather and manic mood filled the entire campus with an undercurrent of uneasiness."

"Yang Xiaolin quietly stuffed a test paper into his pocket. He deliberately chatted with people in every dormitory in the class, and then slipped out while no one was paying attention, and walked to the class teacher's room."

"Because the head teacher is a new young teacher, the school allocated him a relatively remote single room. Usually few people come, and at this moment there is no one."

"Before knocking on the door, Yang Xiaolin acted like a thief. He looked around a few times, and after making sure that there was no one there, he knocked lightly on the door."

"Soon, the class teacher came over and opened the door wearing slippers. Yang Xiaolin said with a smile on his face: Teacher, I have a question that I don't understand."

"As soon as I heard this sentence."

"The head teacher seemed very happy: come in, you have been studying very hard recently, if this continues, your grades will improve, tell me, which subject is it?"

"Yang Xiaolin closed the door carefully, then spread out the test paper on the table, pointed to an ancient Chinese question and said: That's it."

"While he was speaking, Yang Xiaolin's hand had already been stuffed into his trouser pocket, and there was... a hammer hidden in it..."

"The homeroom teacher didn't have any precautions. The moment he looked down at the question, Yang Xiaolin suddenly pulled out the hammer and slammed it down on his neck."

"There was a muffled sound, and suddenly, the head teacher's body fell to the ground like a limp noodle."

"Blood, from his neck, kept gushing out."

"The dazzling blood red makes people look at it, shocking."

"Yang Xiaolin's heart was beating violently, as if it was about to burst out of his atrium!"

"He's in a panic now, a lot of panic!"

"However, he has already rehearsed this scene many times by himself, so he returned to normal in a short time."

"Yang Xiaolin bent down and probed his breath with his fingers. After confirming that he was not breathing, he calmly put away the test paper, locked the door, and ran back to the dormitory quickly."

"soon……"

"When the lights out bell rang, it was as if nothing had happened."

"At midnight."

"Everyone is asleep, the whole world is sleeping peacefully."

"Yang Xiaolin got out of bed quietly. He packed the hammer and gloves he used to kill people in a bag. The situation was a bit urgent just now, so he didn't have time to deal with it. Now, he has to deal with them quickly and throw them far away. "

"Yang Xiaolin walked through the back door of the school and walked towards the rugged mountain road."

"Originally, he wanted to bury them on the back hill of the school, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was not safe, so he walked to the reservoir three or four miles away from the school."