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Chapter 6 Hands in the Toilet
The door to the toilet opened, and a pale palm stretched out from the darkness. Everyone was too frightened to be born, their hearts beating wildly and silently.
At this moment, Yang Jian did not expect that Fang Jing, a classmate in the same class, would suddenly grab him and push him in the direction of that ghost.
"Fang Jing, you want to kill me?"
Yang Jian gritted his teeth, and immediately reacted as soon as he noticed something was wrong, and hurriedly grabbed Fang Jing's arm.
As soon as their footsteps stopped, the two men stagnated.
"Yang Jian, you are not dead, and I can’t feel at ease in this life. I really thought that what I said before was just talking casually. You are too naive now. Knowing that I let out the words, you still have no defense against me, but this is also in my expectation. Among them, after all, you are just a student who doesn’t understand anything. You don’t know the cruelty of this world. Today I will teach you a lesson."
Fang Jing shouted back, "If you don’t come to help yet, you have to push him to drag the ghost in the toilet, otherwise you will all be done with that ghost. If you want to survive, you have to sacrifice one person. There is nothing else. Method."
Sure enough, taking great justice to suppress people really worked. Under the threat of ghosts, people could do anything to survive and add a seemingly legitimate reason to survive.
Immediately three male classmates rushed over with horror and caught Yang Jian.
The four people pushed him hard together, and it was impossible for any one to resist.
Immediately, Yang Jian's figure immediately retreated, and was soon pushed to the door of the toilet.
The next moment, the pale palm that stretched out from the darkness rested on his shoulder, and as soon as the fingers were hard, the cold and stiff pinched him tightly.
A terrifying force pulled Yang Jian to the dark toilet behind him.
"Yang Jian, let me in, this time you are dead, learn to be smarter in your next life." Fang Jing banged hard and shouted loudly.
Yang Jian was angry. 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-to-earth chill enveloped his whole body, and his blood seemed to be frozen at this moment. Up.
"You scumbags, classmates actually want to kill me in a fight. If that's the case, don't think about getting it right. If you want to die, I want to take a few of you back."
After he finished speaking, he stopped resisting, and firmly grasped the arms of two classmates with his palms.
The terrifying pulling force behind kept several people dragged forward.
Fang Jing had discovered that something was wrong, and hurriedly backed away without letting Yang Jian catch it.
"No, don't, let me go, Yang Jian, let me go."
"Please, I don't want to die, don't catch me, you catch others."
The two classmates who were caught were panicked, begging for mercy, crying.
Yang Jian thought that he was dead, but he was not so scared. He felt the darkness around him. He coldly said, "Don’t yell, since you want to kill me, then I want you to die with me. Fang Jing, don't be proud, if I die and become a ghost, I won't let you go..."
"Bang~!"
With a loud noise, the pale arms retracted into the darkness, and the door to the toilet closed instantly.
In Yang Jian, two classmates who framed him disappeared together.
The door was closed, and there was no more movement.
Fang Jing breathed a sigh of relief just now, and a smile was squeezed out of his shocked face.
Yang Jian, you are finally over.
"Fang Jing, you, you really killed Yang Jian and the others..." The other people who saw this scene trembled and said.
Fang Jing said with a stern face: "Shut up, without the ghost I just walked out, I would die, and I am still stunned by what I am doing here. If I want to live with me, the three of them can't hold them for long. Once the ghost kills them, Will come out again, and we will die by then."
After speaking, he turned around and walked up without saying anything.
"Fang Jing, why are you going back?"
"Continue to go down a dead end, who knows what else will come across, you may be able to meet Zhou Zheng if you go back, if he is not dead, maybe he can save us." Fang Jing said.
There was also an incomparable fear in his heart.
Because the more people who die in the ghost realm, the more terrifying, and there is really not much time to escape.
It was cold, dark, and accompanied by a tick, tick, dripping sound, as if the tap was not closed tightly.
Two of Yang Jian's classmates were brought into the toilet without a trace of light by the pale palm.
"Get out, get out of here."
Duan Peng and Zheng Fei broke free from Yang Jian, panicked, and hurriedly fumbled around the wall, trying to open the door and escape from here.
The cold walls were mottled and pitted, giving 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 are touching everywhere, and there is only such a wall in front of them.
The left side is the wall, and the right side is also the wall....... A wall that can't reach the end blocks in front of them.
The door disappeared...
"Door, where's the door? Where is the door? It was here just now, did you find Zheng Fei?" Duan Peng cried, his voice trembled.
"I don't have it here either." Zheng Fei said in a tone of fear.
They frantically touched the wall, keeping their palms an inch away, trying to find the familiar toilet door.
But no matter how they touched, they couldn't find the door to leave here, only a mottled, icy wall.
In other words, there is no such door here.
When they were looking for a door to leave, Yang Jian's situation was even worse.
Because he could feel that cold palm grabbing his shoulders, and from the beginning, he just lost consciousness on his shoulders, and now he has lost consciousness in one arm, and as time goes by, the place where he loses consciousness is more and more. Much... If it spreads to the whole body, Yang Jian can be sure that he will be a cold corpse.
Yang Jian was sweating all over, and he tried his best to break free.
It's no use, the place that was caught is like being nailed by an iron nail, not moving.
Struggling with all kinds of methods, still can't get any effect.
"Am I going to die here?" There was only one thought in his mind at the moment.
In the end, perhaps he accepted his fate.
On the contrary, there was no fear in his heart, he just thought that he was going to die anyway, and it would be good to call his family before he died and leave a last word.
A wry smile appeared at the corner of Yang Jian's mouth, holding back the coldness and numbness of his whole body, he took out his mobile phone and tried to call his family.
But when he turned on the phone, the screen flashed, and the picture displayed was the forum story he had read before.
The story is directly the last page.
There is an audio file on the forum.
Suddenly Yang Jian was taken aback when he saw the audio file, and suddenly thought of the old man knocking on the door while standing outside the classroom.
"Wait, wait, if the old man really kills by knocking on the door, then this sound should be useful not only for people, but also for ghosts. Zhou Zheng said that only ghosts can deal with ghosts."
When he thought of this, his eyes suddenly brightened, and there was a little hope of survival.
Without hesitation, Yang Jian could move his other arm at the moment, and he clicked on the audio file.
"Boom, boom~!"
The dull knock on the door sounded again, echoing in the darkness.
But something unexpected happened.
The pale palm that was holding Yang Jian's shoulder seemed to be scalded, quickly retracted and disappeared into the darkness.
The cold, stiff feeling quickly receded from his body.