Chapter 557 Unlucky sister

   "Sorry, we don't allow food to be brought into the haunted house." The staff stopped Jiang Li.

   It once happened that a big-hearted tourist choked while eating while visiting a haunted house, and it was a kind ghost that carried the tourist out.

   They are all real ghosts here, and they will never be adulterated.

  Jiang Li had no choice but to look at the staff with resentful eyes while finishing eating the candied haws.

  The ambulance station is next to the haunted house, less than five meters apart, and there are trembling couples in the direction of the exit of the haunted house, supporting each other.

  Wen Quan used his mobile phone to browse online reviews: "This is still a must-see attraction for couples. It is said that it can enhance the relationship between the two."

   "However, there are also failure cases. For example, the man abandons the woman and flees directly, and the two break up naturally."

   “Overall, there is an equal chance of promoting a relationship here as facilitating a breakup.”

   "...I think couples already feel the excitement before entering the haunted house." Wen Qing'er was trembling, a little afraid of the haunted house.

  Jiang Li comforted at the side: "Don't be afraid, I have a little friendship with the leader of the underworld, and the ghost should give face."

  Wen Qinger looked at Jiang Li like he was watching a ghost.

  Jiang Li finally finished eating the candied haws and went into the haunted house.

   "On the Internet, it is said that the haunted house itself is a weird place. From the outside, the area is not too big, but when you go in, you find that there are other caves, which are much bigger than the outside. There are schools for ghosts, midnight hospitals, strange stories about the ranch, etc." Wen Qing'er is timid. After entering the haunted house, she is still investigating information about the haunted house on the Internet.

  Jiang Li and Taoist Huiming didn't think there was anything wrong: "It's normal, because this haunted house is a secret realm. When we entered here, we were already in the secret realm."

   "Also, I advise you not to use your mobile phone for lighting."

   "Why?" Wen Qing'er didn't dare to turn off the phone, the weak light source on the phone could give her a little courage.

   "Because you have the potential to see what's above your head."

  Wen Qing'er felt her face itchy, scratched it and found that it was a strand of hair hanging down, but this hair was withered and yellow, and it was not her own at all.

  Wen Qinger looked up subconsciously, and saw a woman with a stretched neck, disheveled hair, directly above Wen Qinger, watching the content on the phone screen with Wen Qinger, a lock of hair hanging down, sticking to Wen Qinger's face, the faint light of the phone screen shone on the female ghost's face, the shadow was distinct, making it even more terrifying.

"ah-"

  Wen Qing'er was startled, and quickly hugged Jiang Li.

  Jiang Li said helplessly: "You see clearly before hugging, is it me you are hugging?"

  Wen Qing'er realized that what she was holding was not Jiang Li, but a stick connected by several arms.

  Wen Qing'er was so frightened that she ran away quickly.

   "My sister ran to the venue of the supernatural school, and the president said that Daoist Sorrow is over there." Wen Quan was worried about his sister and asked Jiang Li to go ahead.

   Huchi—huchi—

  Wen Qing'er ran out of breath and was still in shock. When she fled to a strange place, she realized that she should not run alone.

   "Senior Jiang? Senior Jiang?"

  Wen Qinger yelled in a low voice, wanting to call Jiang Li over, but worried about attracting ghosts over.

   Shouted a few times, but it didn’t work, so Wen Qing’er had no choice but to walk forward bravely, and silently recited “Senior Jiang bless you, senior Jiang bless you…”

   "This seems to be a school." Wen Qing'er didn't dare to turn on her mobile phone. In the darkness, she could vaguely discern the classroom, tables, chairs, benches, blackboard... All of them indicated that this was a school, and she was in the corridor.

  The corridor echo effect is very good, click, click, Wen Qing'er can hear the echo of her own footsteps.

  Walking for a while, Wen Qinger felt that her legs were weak when walking in the dark, and she wanted to lean on the wall to rest.

  Batt, click...

  The footsteps are still ringing, and getting closer.

   Wen Qing'er was terrified and didn't dare to look back.

  She noticed that the lights were on in a classroom in front of her, and ran over quickly.

  As soon as she entered the classroom, Wen Qinger felt that the whole world was getting better. The teacher was lecturing and the students were reciting the text. These voices could not be heard outside, only the people in the classroom could hear them.

   "Student, you went to the wrong classroom." The Chinese teacher stopped writing on the blackboard and reminded Wen Qinger.

   "I'll stay here for a while, and my companion will pick me up right away."

   "Then you sit down." The Chinese teacher didn't care, and there happened to be an empty seat for Wen Qing'er to sit.

  The class taught by the Chinese teacher seemed to have a kind of magical power, which made people drowsy. Wen Qinger felt drowsy and leaned his head forward. He soon realized that something was wrong and corrected his sitting posture, but he was still sleepy.

  In the dimness, she seemed to hear the voice of the security guard coming from the corridor.

   "It's really weird. I have turned off the main power supply, but why are the classroom lights still on?"

  The security guard stretched his neck and looked through the window, almost losing his mind in fright.

  Forty-eight students and a teacher in the classroom are stiff, their faces are blue, their hair is stained with weeds, their bodies are wet, dripping all over the floor, only Wen Qinger stands alone, seems to be sleeping but not sleeping, and is out of tune with the overall environment.

  The security guard suddenly remembered the news from a few months ago, and shouted: "What are you doing, come out quickly."

   "A few months ago, people in this class went out for an outing. When they came back, the bus driver drove the car like a demon and rushed directly into the reservoir. Only one person was rescued, and the others were all killed. You are sitting in the seat of the survivor!"

  Wen Qinger woke up suddenly, and saw a completely different scene. There were no bright classrooms, friendly teachers, and cheerful students, but only dim classrooms, teachers with half-smiles and students with dead faces.

  Wen Qinger wanted to leave, but found that she was nailed to the seat and could not leave.

  The Chinese teacher looked at Wen Qing'er: "Student, what's wrong with you, do you want to leave? That's not okay, you are the only one left now."

  Wen Qinger turned pale with fright, and struggled desperately, the first level of Qi training was finally useful, helping her break free from the shackles.

   "Help me!" Wen Qing'er ran to the security guard.

   When she got close to the security guard, she could see the security guard's face clearly. Her hair was also wet with water weeds.

   "Little girl, don't be afraid, uncle is the bus driver and will protect you."

   As he spoke, the bus driver reached out to Wen Qinger, who quickly changed direction and ran into the toilet.

  She wanted to calm herself down, turned on the faucet, and countless hairs flowed out.

  She looked up in the mirror, and what was in the mirror was not her at all, but a woman with a cut face.

  Wen Qing'er ran into the toilet room, squatted on the toilet, shivering.

  She heard footsteps again, and the footsteps were getting closer, knocking on the door one by one.

"anyone there?"

  No response, next one, bang bang bang.

"anyone there?"

   No response, next.

   When Wen Qing'er knocked on Wen Qing'er's door, Wen Qing'er covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

"anyone there?"

  The man stopped in front of Wen Qing'er's door, and Wen Qing'er could see clearly through the crack of the door.

  The man knocked on the door persistently, but Wen Qinger never answered.

   After an unknown period of time, the foot outside the door was gone, and the man finally left, Wen Qinger heaved a sigh of relief.

  Wen Qing'er felt her neck was wet, touched it, thought it was a toilet leak, subconsciously raised her head.

  The face of that person was scratched and quite ugly. She crawled over from the toilet next door, halfway over, drooling on the back of Wen Qing'er's neck.

  …

   "This girl runs pretty fast." Jiang Li walked into the school unhurriedly and came to the corridor.

  Wen Quan felt that the note he gave his sister on his mobile phone was quite accurate—unlucky sister.

   "I hope you're okay." Wen Quan put his palms together.

  (end of this chapter)