Death Inquisitor

Chapter 1705: Female ghost in blackboard

The temperature began to drop and the air gradually became colder.

He Shaohua, who ran into the teaching building, looked back, and the charred skeleton was still behind him.

Behind their teaching building is the wall on the other side of the school.

The fence in this direction has no place to borrow at all, and cannot be overturned by his ability.

He Shaohua, who was extremely panicked in his heart, could only climb from the first floor to the second floor. In addition, he has no other choice.

After rushing to the second floor, He Shaohua stood on the corridor and looked at both sides, and found that there is nothing special about it.

Except for no one, everything is the same as before.

Just when he was thinking about whether he would climb up again.

Suddenly I heard the cry of the girl ringing all around, and there was a tyrannical laughter mixed in the cry.

He Shaohua felt that these sounds were extremely familiar. He listened carefully, and then suddenly realized that the crying were all the girls he had hurt before, and that laughter was really his own.

These cries that made him extremely excited, at this time, made him very painful.

His tears began to run down uncontrollably, and at the same time he said to himself with a crying cry: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I already knew wrong, you let me go, okay?"

The sounds did not stop, but the burnt skeleton chased it up.

He Shaohua, whose nose and tears are still flowing, can only continue to run up in fear.

After he rushed to the third floor, he felt his legs suddenly became very heavy.

Although he had exerted all his strength, he ran very slowly, as if something caught his foot.

But when he looked down at the past, he found nothing.

This completely irrational situation made his heart even more bottomless.

He yelled in a panic, but it was of no use.

There was a bone-cold wind in the air, which circled his body and started to spin.

He Shaohua, who was trembling and freezing, looked back and found that the charred skeleton suddenly disappeared behind him.

Before he was too happy, he felt like he was suddenly inserted into his body with countless steel needles, which was extremely painful.

He knelt down on the ground weakly. Only then did he realize that it was a pair of pale hands that grabbed his feet.

He felt that his body was about to be destroyed. This power was not something he could resist.

Faintly, he felt his body began to become soft.

At the same time a rancid smell irritated his nose.

He felt his head hurt, but everything around him became clearer.

His consciousness began to become a little hazy, and he felt that his mind could not think clearly about any problems.

But his senses have become more sensitive, even in the absence of light, he can still see everything around him and hear the crying cry.

This feeling made him more painful.

Suddenly, a strong light forced him to close his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, everything seemed to be gone.

He stood still, standing in the corridor on the second floor. There were no charred skeletons behind him, only empty stairwells.

He looked around, still very familiar scene.

His brain became murky, completely unclear about his clues, and even he wondered why he appeared here.

I just vaguely felt that my current situation was very dangerous, and there was an inexplicable fear in my heart.

He felt that he needed to find a place to hide, and to find a place he was very familiar with.

He suddenly remembered that his classroom was on the third floor, where he had his seats and desks.

So he quickly rushed to the third floor and rushed into his classroom. But he found that there were no desks in his classroom at all.

There was only one empty classroom, and nothing was left.

He panicked in the classroom in a panic, as if searching for something, and seemingly avoiding something.

Many messy footprints appeared in the empty classroom, and every step seemed to be printed on the ground.

At first, there was only He Shaohua in the footprints. But as time went by, I didn't know when to start, and other footprints appeared beside He Shaohua's footprints.

Footprints began to become more and more, and in a short time, the entire classroom was full of footprints.

These footprints moved when He Shaohua didn't notice it.

He Shaohua smiled in a daze, suddenly stopped, and then walked towards the classroom blackboard.

At this moment, all the footprints behind him turned into white light, and then, all those white lights condensed into a human figure!

At this moment, a sudden explosion of thunder rang in the sky, and He Shaohua's dizzy, suddenly sober.

When he realized that all this was wrong, the blackboard in front of him suddenly cracked, and a pale hand stretched out, grabbing He Shaohua's neck.

Then a head came out of the crack in the blackboard, and his hair fell down.

The female ghost's long hair entangled He Shaohua's body, and then the female ghost raised her head, and the pair of pure black eyes stared at He Shaohua so violently.

He Shaohua didn't want to see black eyes, but his head couldn't move. His eyelids were also pulled by long hair, and there was no way to close it.

He could only stare at the female ghost's black eyes, which was a kind of creepy feeling.

He saw himself in those black eyes, and saw the girls who died in his hands.

Including himself, everyone is yelling in pain, as if they will never be free.

He Shaohua's complexion turned pale, and red blood ran out of the corner of his mouth.

It was a pain that was constantly being squeezed, and he felt the bones of his body shatter.

However, this is just the beginning.

Later in He Shaohua's consciousness, he was wrong and everything started to be replayed, but this time the victim was replaced by himself.

In his consciousness, he was stabbed into his body numerous times with a knife, and then pulled out again.

It seemed like a pain that would never end. ..

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