Chapter 89 You can’t tell your horror story without paper, right?

After realizing this, the remaining seven dead people turned back angrily and looked at Tong Qiu, who looked innocent, "How dare you lie to us!"

"You can't say that," Tong Qiu, who looked innocent, said plausibly, "Dead people are dead people, and ghosts are ghosts. One is an objective existence, and the other is a product of fantasy. Of course, there is a substantial difference. It's like

You can't force a security guard who works at a funeral home not to be afraid of ghosts, right?"

The seven dead men looked at each other, feeling that what he said seemed to make some sense.

But the fact that Tongqiu made his second child angry to death still made them very angry, so they decisively put forward their own suggestion, "Since you find it scary no matter what story we tell, then we won't tell it and let you

Come and tell us! If you can’t tell us a scary story that satisfies us, just wait to be killed by us!”

There were some echoing voices around, "Yes! And there can't be the word ghost in your story! We want to see how scary your scary story without even the word ghost can be!"

"that is!"

Seeing that things had developed to this point, Tong Qiu could only nod helplessly, "Okay, since you have said so, let me tell my ghost story. But having said that, my story may only be

It’s a simple scene, but be careful not to be scared.”

Even though they were in the middle of a pile of dead people, they really didn't know where Tong Qiu got his confidence.

Taking a deep breath, Tongqiu began to slowly tell his ghost story.

"When I was still in school, one day, all my roommates went to class, but I chose to skip class and play games alone in the dormitory."

"No, why do you emphasize the matter of 'holding the roommate's paper'? Does this have anything to do with your story..."

"..."

The dead people listened carefully to every word Tong Qiu said. This kind of beginning is normal for most horror stories. The following is nothing more than the plot of some ghost classmate coming back. For those who have experienced hundreds of times,

For these dead people fighting, it can only be regarded as a very boring story.

"After I emptied the impurities in my body, I started to take out the paper, but! At this time, I suddenly discovered a very scary thing!"

"I'm a little impatient. Such a piece of paper is definitely not enough to wipe my butt. I even started to wonder whether I should keep this piece of paper to wipe my hands later..."

"Even so, this kind of protagonist deserves to live? In my opinion, this kind of protagonist should become the next ghost, disgusting!"

No blood could be seen on the gray-white faces of the dead.

"But as soon as I opened the door, I regretted it, because I saw something even more terrifying." Tong Qiu swallowed his saliva and recounted in a hoarse voice, "The person standing at the door of the toilet is my... counselor!"

Tong Qiu ignored its words and continued: "After busy for a while, I finally found the derivative. But at this time I found that there was no paper around me."

After straightening his expression, Tong Qiu once again began to tell a new horror story, "One night, everyone in the family went to bed, and I... curled up in bed, studying mathematics, and finding derivatives."

Although I don’t know why this hand handed over a packet of paper, the current plot development finally has some horror implications, which finally makes these dead people somewhat interested.

The dead people were discussing among themselves in a low voice, "The protagonist of this kind of horror story is disgusting. He can still smile playfully even though he is in danger. He has no sense of crisis on his face. If he didn't have the aura of the protagonist, he would have died long ago.

I don’t know how many times I have died!”

"I understand the plot. What follows is nothing more than something coming out of the toilet that shouldn't be. I've heard this kind of plot a lot."

"At that time, I didn't realize anything was wrong. I even took the tissue paper handed to me with a playful smile." Tong Qiu continued to tell this horror story without changing his face. "I even said to the door as if it was a joke.

The person said: 'What? You also skipped class? Aren't you afraid that the stinky counselor will settle the score with you?'"

"But suddenly, I felt my stomach churn and I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, so I quickly took my roommate's paper and rushed into the toilet to start emptying the impurities in my body."

Tong Qiu signaled them to calm down, "The main event hasn't started yet, don't worry.

Before the seven dead people could express nausea and vomiting, Tong Qiu raised his voice before everyone else, attracting everyone's attention, "But at this moment, a hand suddenly reached out from under the toilet door.

He came out and handed over a packet of paper."

In the dormitory where there should be no one in theory, an extra hand suddenly appeared.

"Wait a minute, why do you need to study mathematics so late at night?" the only woman among the seven dead people questioned, "and what does taking a derivative mean? Is there some industry slang that I don't understand?"

Tong Qiu ignored their discussion and just continued: "Then, I opened the door and looked at the person outside.

"You call this a scary thing? I want to wipe your ass with your head now!"

Except for the word "speechless", there are basically no words that can express their current emotions.

Among the dead, one or two raised their own confusions.

Is this a horror story?

Looking at the reactions of the dead people, Tong Qiu guessed that they didn't seem to be too interested in this scary story. He quickly adjusted his attitude and cleared his throat, "Okay, I'll tell you another scary story. Let's take the scary story from now on."

It doesn’t seem to be very good, but the horror story told this time must be deeply felt by everyone present.”

"Last chance." The dead people had dark lines on their faces, choosing to give Tong Qiu another chance.

Tong Qiu glared hard at the two dead people who were speaking, and motioned for them to listen before making his own comments.

Just when these seven dead people were not interested in the horror story Tong Qiu told, Tong Qiu's next words made them feel that something was wrong.

The sudden development made the dead realize the difference in Tongqiu's story. There was obviously no foreshadowing of any weirdness, but Tongqiu said that something terrible happened suddenly? What is going on?

I saw Tong Qiu say the second half of the sentence with a serious face, "There is only one piece of paper in my roommate's pack of tissue paper!"

"Why do you go around and around and end up on paper? You can't tell your horror story without paper, right?" It was the deceased female who still raised her confusion.

And for some reason, the remaining dead men listened very carefully. It was clear that none of the horror stories before this had interested them that much.

What is going on?

When I was taking a shower last night, I was wondering why the shampoo had no smell, so I quickly tested it and found out that I had lost my sense of smell! I was shocked and thought the new shampoo I bought had expired!

broken

Where is my shower gel?
Chapter completed!