Wang Zhuo squatted on the bed of He Wei like a big baby. He reached out from the study table where He was dragged over and took the breakfast he bought. He ate lazily after eating the pillow. When I opened it, it was the horror novel that He Wei saw yesterday. Wang Zhuo added a bookmark to this page and turned back to the first page to start watching.

He is usually more playful, and his character can't sit like a monkey. So although his mind is not stupid, his grades are not good. He has been squatting in the middle and lower classes of the class. Occasionally, he can still play the worst in the top ten. If not, why? Always staring at him with a hard time, Wang Zhuo still does not know what kind of ghost to be degraded.

Wang Zhuo read the novel quickly, and read more than a dozen chapters in one breath, but the heroine did not appear in the game, the male master and the male match two eyes in the eyebrows, the part of the ghost is not scary, Wang excellence is more boring, plus The sick body was really sleepy, so he yawned and put the reader to the side, and fell back to sleep.

I think that at this moment, the students have already started classes in the classroom, Wang Zhuo suddenly sleep more comfortable!

Five minutes later, Wang Zhuoleo, who was half-awake and half-awake, smashed the quilt and pulled the quilt that was originally covered only to the chest to the chin. The body underneath was stunned.

- He suddenly felt very cold.

It is a kind of squeezing from the bones. It is cold and cold. If you feel it carefully, you will find that it is not a kind of cold because of the heat or the low temperature, but it seems to have one. Only a low-temperature small living thing, where it is cold where it is drilled, it is wrapped around Wang Zhuo’s calf, Wang Zhuo’s calf is cold, it is attached to Wang Zhuo’s stomach, Wang Zhuo’s stomach is cold, it sticks On the back of Wang Zhuo...

"Hey--" Wang Zhuo made a shock, but he was frozen.

He reached out and patted his back. Unexpectedly, he didn’t pat anything, but the moment the palm fell on the back, Wang Zhuo heard a cry of the baby, and the cry was weak. Hey, listening to the volume seems to be coming from the other side of the wall, but...

High school boys, where are the babies in the bedroom! ?

Wang Zhuo suddenly woke up, his heart suddenly cold, he is actually a courageous person, what horror movie horror novels can not scare him, even did not scare him yesterday, playing as a fearless materialist Wang Zhuo never idles himself and scares himself. He just feels that there is a strange and gloomy atmosphere around him.

The bedroom was quiet for a few seconds, and Wang Zhuo reached out and grabbed his back. He felt that his back was very uncomfortable, and there was a fine itching, like the feeling that the hair roots stood up and rubbed against the clothes. The problem is that he didn't wear a shirt.

The moment when Wang Zhuo’s hand grabbed his back, the cry of the baby rang again. This time the voice was clearer, just like the invisible wall that was isolated from it became thinner. Wang Zhuo was crying out of a goose bump. He screamed and screamed. I want to run out of the bedroom. But I don't know if it is a fever or a diarrhea. Wang Zhuoyi found that his legs were as soft as noodles on the ground. He could hardly support his body. At the same time, the strange baby’s voice rang again: “Giggle... giggling...”

This time it is laughing.

It is a kind of child-like, bright and crisp smile. It seems that the speed and the drop of the feeling that Wang Zhuo suddenly fell down makes it feel very interesting.

It is interesting, Wang Zhuo is completely scared, because this voice is closer than just now, Wang Zhuo struggles to stand up again, but just as the **** just lifts off the bed, a childish voice Vaguely screamed: "Dad."

It sounds like a little baby about a year old, and this time, this voice is almost ringing on Wang Zhuo’s ear...

It can be said that it is close at hand!

And the feeling of cold and biting once again hit Wang Zhuo without warning. The fearless materialist Wang Zhuo was so scared that he blinked and fainted!

after an hour.

This is the last ten minutes of the last class in the morning. It is the language that Lin Feiran doesn't like most. Lin Feiran looks at the blackboard with a serious look, but his head is imagining in the sky. The lazy summer wind swelled the white curtains, and the curtains separated Lin Feiran’s line of sight from everything in front of him for a few seconds. When the curtains fell again, Lin Feiran found that there was one more person on the podium in front of the classroom.

It is a translucent Wang Zhuo.

To be precise, that is the soul of Wang Zhuo.

He only wore a pair of loose pajama pants, with a bird's nest like a mess, looking like he was just waking up. His eyes didn't have a focal length, and he seemed to have lost his ability to think.

"How come..." Lin Feiran looked pale.

Wang Zhuo is dead? Didn't he have a fever and leave? It burned to death in the morning! ?

Lin Feiran's heart trembled and stood up violently, because he stood too fast and thighed the table, the table and chairs and the ground rubbed a harsh sound, and the whole class looked in his direction.

"Teacher, I went to the bathroom!" Lin Feiran pushed Gu Kaifeng, Gu Kaifeng got up and gave way, and Lin Feiran rushed out like a wind.

"What kind of bathroom to go to school right away!" Chinese teacher angered.

But Lin Feiran turned a deaf ear. When passing the podium, he grabbed Wang Zhuo’s wrist with the hand that was painted by Cheng’s mage, and dragged Wang Zhuo out of the classroom. Wang Zhuo’s soul was slanted by Lin Feiran. From now on, like a balloon without weight, the whole person floated horizontally behind Lin Feiran.

The Chinese teacher opened his mouth and wanted to swear. Gu Kaifeng suddenly came up with a sentence: "I will go as a teacher."

When he finished, he followed Lin Feiran out of the classroom. His yin and yang eyes didn't open. He didn't know what happened to Lin Feiran, but he knew that Lin Feiran must have seen something.

The roar of the language teacher and the footsteps of the two people echoed in the quiet corridor. I don’t know which male boy muttered “Hungry into this way”, and the students laughed happily.

"Call...call..." Lin Feiran almost ran in the direction of the bedroom building. He saw a record of his grandfather's rescue in his grandfather's notebook. It is said that there is a small part of the new dead. In fact, it can be saved back, for example, if you die, the soul of such a person is isolated, but if the body is cold and the soul is smashed back and then rescued immediately, it is possible to live.

Gu Kaifeng pursued in the back: "How are you?"

"Wait to say to you!" Lin Feiran did not fly back.

It is strange to say that Lin Feiran usually suffers from the yin of the soul when he encounters the soul. Even if he is the hand that has been painted by Cheng Guan, he has tried before, and the only one before being painted. The difference is that you can actually touch the ghost, but the cold will still be cold. But at this moment, he firmly grasps the hand of Wang Zhuo's wrist but does not feel cold at all. Wang Zhuo's soul is completely like a living person except for the weight. It feels warm, Lin Feiran can even feel it. The pulse from Wang Zhuo’s wrist...