"Incredible." Yao Tianjun sighed, his eyes full of calm. There is no doubt that if he chooses to wear a mask this time, he will act as a terrible murderer.

Then a real murderer will appear, and he will wear a mask to kill.

No wonder, when walking in a mine, you always feel like you are being peeped.

It turned out that the murderer had always existed, but he didn't do anything.

This feeling is really scary.

Putting down his phone, Yao Tianjun looked at the scenery in the distance. There was no doubt that he had survived this disaster.

In the empty mine, the shadow of the murderer still exists.

After breathing a sigh of relief, Yao Tianjun closed his eyes slightly.

At this moment, the phone rang again. Yao Tianjun lowered his head and looked at the phone, and his mood suddenly calmed down.

"Your performance is suffocating, so your movie "Qingzhou Murderer" will be released in the underworld."

Seeing this, Yao Tianjun was ridiculous and crying.

This movie is about to be released in the underworld. Are the audience not human?

He thought for a while, but his face turned pale and he couldn't laugh anymore.

With such a gloomy and terrifying appearance in the Huangquan Show, this situation is really possible.

If so, it would be creepy.

When he returned to the city, Yao Tianjun bought a train ticket and prepared to take the train back.

Bored, he wandered alone in this remote town, looking at the customs and customs everywhere.

There were several women on the way who asked him for contact information, but he refused.

Now he doesn't believe in love, he just hopes to become a movie hero and take back everything he has.

Passing by a small stall, a boss called him: "Brother, do you buy Buddhist beads? It's very effective."

Yao Tianjun didn't believe in this kind of thing in the past. After the Huangquan show, he vaguely believed it.

However, he really doesn't know whether the things on this kind of stall are effective or not.

It seemed boring, so Yao Tianjun bought a string of Buddhist beads and put them on his wrist.

Yao Tianjun didn't take it seriously and turned around and left.

In the afternoon, Yao Tianjun took the train.

The train started soon, and Yao Tianjun turned his head and began to pay attention to the passengers around him.

All the travelers around are young people.

A cute girl looks like a post-20s. There are also two men in their twenties who carry travel bags and are obviously hikers.

The girl spoke: "The journey is long, why don't we say something interesting?"

"What's interesting?" the man next to him said excitedly.

"I came back from studying in Japan, and a strange game circulated there."

"It's called "The Story of the Story."

Yao Tianjun frowned slightly. He had heard of the Story of Strange Tales, which was a horrifying story that had been passed down for thousands of years.

Everyone is young, so they are very excited.

Seeing this, the girl began to explain: "The so-called strange tale of all things is a group of people lighting a hundred oil lamps or candles, and then taking turns talking about ghost stories. Every time the person who tells a story is responsible for breathing a lamp. It is said that when the last lamp is blown, real ghosts will be attracted."

"It sounds quite terrifying, but we only have a few people and no candles."

"So we play the simple version." The girl stretched out her hand and placed her phone on the table: "Everyone puts the phone on the table and then turns on the screen. Everyone tells a ghost story. Then turn off the phone."

"We take turns telling ghost stories and then turning off our phones, what do you think?"

"Okay." The others immediately became interested.

Yao Tianjun was not interested at first, but he couldn't stand the persuasion of the people around him, so he agreed.

So, the Story of Strange Tales began.

No one knows how brilliant horror flowers this horror game that has been circulating in Japan for thousands of years will bloom in China.

As the initiator, the girl started to tell the story: "I'll tell you the horror stories I've experienced myself."

As she said that, she spoke and told a horror story.

Her name is Zhao Xueyan. It is said that when a new teaching building in a school in her hometown built, several white bones were dug out. Several students died in the school that year, and they were all killed by a car at the entrance of the school for no reason.

One of the girls died the most bizarrely. When she died, the school suddenly had a power outage and recovered a few minutes later. A boy in the dormitory saw a girl in white floating from one end of the floor to the other end. Because it was too evil, the school blocked the matter, but it was still exposed...

This happened in the 1990s, when she was in elementary school. At that time, the school organized autumn outings every year, and the places she went to were outdoors. That year, a class of No. 6 Middle School came back from the autumn outing. More than 40 people in a class took the bus chartered by the school. Just when everyone was excited, the driver was caught in something evil, so he drove straight into the reservoir.

Except for four people in the class, including the teacher, all the others were killed. This incident had a great impact at that time, and locals basically knew about it. From then on, local schools canceled the outdoor autumn outings.

One of the four rescued people was Zhao Xueyan's cousin. The cousin said that he almost fainted after falling into the water, but he felt that many people were pulling her. She must not be a classmate, because she was so strong that she was not the strength of an ordinary 15 or 16-year-old child, let alone in the water. Adults said that they were water ghosts looking for a substitute.

After this incident, strange things happened at No. 6 Middle School. One day, the gatekeeper, who was guarding the gate, found the school leader nervously and told them that he had encountered an evil spirit. He said that after school yesterday, he turned off the main power switch of the school parish as usual.

But at night, he found that there was lights in the parish building. He went over to check it out. It would be fine if he didn't look at it, but he was shocked. The light came out to the class where he died. He clearly saw that the students and teachers in the class were in class. Their bodies were wet, and the classroom was covered with fog. He scared him and ran back to the communication room in panic.

The school felt it was nonsense and criticized Uncle severely. But in the early morning of the next day, the school found that Uncle who was guarding the gate was hanging on the school's basketball stand with a distorted expression.

It should be noted that the playground of No. 6 Middle School is separated from the teaching area. The door of the playground is locked with an iron door, and only the teacher in the sports group has the key. In other words, it is impossible for the Uncle to come in by himself, and it is even more impossible for suicide. Because the police did not find anything that could be used to cushion at the scene. In the end, the case was left unresolved. It was said that the students were killed by the unjust souls. Then there was an unwritten rule at No. 6 Middle School. At 6 pm, all the school and teachers would get off work and get off school. Therefore, the students of No. 6 Middle School would never be troubled by any evening self-study.
Chapter completed!