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"At this time, a gust of wind blew and a photo was revealed on the tombstone. Although the photo became blurred after wind and rain, it can still be recognized by a closer look. It is the tomb guard who brought them here!"

"This grave guard is the murdered caregiver-Liu Genfu."

"Although A Zhe figured out all this, it was too late. The grave guard took off his straw hat and the sunglasses on his face. Under the sunglasses were a pair of **** eyes."

"His eyes were gouged out, and even his head was shaky, as if it would fall off his neck at any time."

"Eye......"

"So pretty eyes..."

"Liu Genfu slowly walked towards Azhe and his children. There was a lot of blood pouring out of his face, but he was smiling and laughing until he put his hands in their eyes."

The man's story ends here, but the thinking left to everyone does not stop. The protagonist in the story, A Zhe, is obviously the man in front of him.

Both the temperament and the voice when he speaks are very consistent.

But in the story, the ghost wanted the eyes of Azhe's son, but now that a man can stand here and tell them this story, it means that Azhe himself is also dead.

Jiang Cheng changed his mind and wondered if A Zhe voluntarily handed over his eyes in order to protect his son.

He also fulfilled his promise and was willing to give everything for his son.

"Okay, our story is over." The man raised his head slightly and looked at Jiangcheng and the others, "It's your turn."

Standing from the angle of Jiangcheng, you can just see that the man in the dark has no eyes, only a pair of hollow eye holes, and there are dry blood stains around the eye holes.

After the story of the last person was finished, the rest of the people began to look at the people in Jiangcheng, the female students, the writer, the woman in red, the driver of the black car, and the resident singer Azhe...

Slowly, even their bodies changed. The female students’ eyes became blood red, the scarf around the writer’s neck fell off, revealing the cyan marks inside, and the legs of the girl in red seemed to be unstable. The same, shaking constantly, the black car driver's left hand hidden in his sleeve stretched out, missing a middle finger, and A Zhe, whose eyes had been gouged away, his head was also swaying from side to side, as if it would fall off at any time.

Huai Yi and Fatty also found something wrong, where are these people, they are all ghosts! But they have no way to escape.

Instinctively tells them that there may be people who are more terrifying than those in front of them hidden in the darkness nearby.

"Why don't you speak?" The female student's eyes were bitter, "Do you have no stories to tell?"

"There is no story...it means they weren't invited!" The black car driver's voice was high-pitched, particularly unpleasant.

The women in red are crazier than them. They seem to be sure that they have no stories to tell, and their legs are twisted weirdly, as if they are about to pounce at any time, "We want to listen to the story! Listen to your story!"

Huai Yi involuntarily hugged the fat man with fear and trembling on his face.

The "people" who saw this scene became even crazier. They slowly approached a few people and surrounded them.

At the moment when the scene was about to lose control, a light laugh suddenly sounded, with a trace of undisguised disdain.

"That's it?" Jiang Cheng shook his head, glanced at a few people around him and said, "I really overestimate your dishes."

"I am embarrassed to tell such a bad story, are you here to make it funny?"

Hearing that everyone was stunned for a few seconds, and then A Zhe's voice sounded, "Do you have a story?"

"I have many stories, I'm thinking about which one to start with." Jiang Cheng didn't look at him, as if he had no interest in him.

The woman in red threatened in a low voice: "Before you tell it, I have to remind you that the story you will tell next must be true."

"Don't think that you can use fabricated or heard stories to fool you. You can't hide it from our eyes."

"If you make up a story and are discovered by us, then you have to accept the corresponding punishment!"

Jiang Cheng paused for a moment and began his first story.

"I have a friend." Jiang Cheng said: "He was once invited to a school to film the anniversary, and the final project was a female chorus."

"But when he finished the rehearsal and went back to watch the photos, he found something very strange."

"There were 48 girls who participated in the chorus, but 49 of them were captured in the photos."

"More... one more person?" Perhaps it was the college scene that gave the female student a sense of substitution, and a trace of fear appeared on her face for a while.

But what she didn't expect was that Jiang Cheng actually stopped, and then turned his head mechanically, staring at her, and a strange smile appeared after a while, "Yes, one more...person."

Jiang Cheng had a heavy bite on the last character.

The female student couldn't help but shrank her neck and stopped talking.

"The weirdness in this school is far more than that. Later, according to his inquiries, he found that there were almost no male teachers in the school, and even the school security guards were women."

"And he also found in the school archives ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ that a first-level dancer was forced to graduate, and the girl who appeared in the chorus was among them."

"She was killed by someone." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice: "A shameless lie from a man."

"This man is his teacher. At this time, he already has a girlfriend, but he is still pestering her, but later, worried that the matter will be revealed, he calls the thief to catch the thief, and bites back saying that the female student keeps seduce him."

"Amidst glaring and accusations, the female student hanged herself in her favorite dance classroom."

"Since then, there has been no dancing white swan in the campus, but there has been a ghost with a tight instep and kicking weird steps."

"Every time at midnight, in the empty practice room, the female student's weird dancing posture will be reflected in the mirror on the wall."

"But she is far more than her."

"She will drag the people she killed into the mirror, and dance with them."

"Including the male teacher who killed him at the time. His jaw was broken alive and he stayed in the mirror forever to make atonement."

Jiang Cheng paused, and stopped abruptly at this point: "My story is over."

"It's over?" The few people around were listening, "What happened behind? What happened to your friend in the end?"

Jiang Cheng was talking about the copy of the former school. He wanted to say more about it, but he couldn't say anything. Then I solved the task and went home.

He glanced at the people with a look that you had better not ask, "Trust me, no one else would know the following story."

When looking at Shangjiang City, the writer who had made the most trouble just now turned off his flames, and he could see from those eyes that the three words can't be offended.

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