Chapter 173: My hobby is to pretend (1)

At dusk, in the dilapidated school building, a teenager came out. He was wearing a sweater. The tall collar covered his neck. Under his feet was a pair of expensive shoes with a nice face. At first glance, it looked like a Little master.
The well-meaning students saw the reminder. "Classmates, this building has to be demolished, and the teacher said that he can't go in."
Wei Ming said with a smile. "Thank you, I won't come again next time."
Seeing the good-hearted big brother gone far, he raised his hand, there is still a touch of blackness on it, obviously it is just a group of black gas that can't be seen clearly, but it is entangled with countless unwillingness and resentment, like feeling him. The line of sight, the black gas screamed and rushed over to his face.
"How can I learn?"
Wei Mingyan raised his eyebrows slightly, smiled and placed his hand on his lips. He opened his mouth slightly and sucked in some. With a screaming and screaming, the black eyes looked a little less.
Then, like being scared, the fear of shrinking at the fingertips farthest from the face of Wei Mingyan, pitiful look, looks really a bit like a human.
Wei Mingyan knows that this group of black gas has long been a human being.
The world began with the sister of his compatriots. I don’t know if it’s a bit of a light character or a birth position. His sister Weirou is like a detective.
In the same world of novels, Weirou’s female lord’s treatment is to meet all kinds of ghosts who want to eat her. In the eyes of ghosts, she is like Tang’s fleshy existence. Unfortunately, there is no lawless monkey protection around Weirou.
As an ordinary person, she lived a hundred and seventy-three chapters, and then in the last chapter, was swallowed by a rare and conscious ghost.
Well, Wei Mingyan is the only ghost of consciousness.
Weirou always thought that she was an only child. In fact, she was born with her brother, but her baby as a brother just broke down, and Weirou lived well.
Weirou’s parents always felt that they couldn’t help the child, and they didn’t burn it. They invited the 'master’ approach to want to overtake their children. The master said that Weirou and this brother are brothers, brother and sister, want to live one. I must die one, so my brother is dead and my sister is alive.
They are all flesh-and-blood. How can this answer be accepted? The two cried a little. They looked at the still alive daughter and accepted the fact that they had to pay a sacrifice to their sons on the holidays. Wei Wei.
What they don't know is that both the brother and the sister are a little special. After the sister is 18 years old, they start to go to hell. The older brother gradually becomes conscious after he dies, and grows to the age he is.
My brother always felt that the reason why he died was because of his sister. If he died in the first place, he was loved by his parents. He was taken care of by the people who grew up, so he and his sister should have hatred.
After finding a reason for himself, it ate Wei Wei.
All the ghosts in this world have long had no humanity. According to the understanding of Wei Mingyan, from the time they become ghosts, they are no longer the original ones.
They don't think, they won't be happy, they just fight the resentment that doesn't know where to come, and use all kinds of ways to harm people.
According to the ghost in the mirror that I just caught, this kind of ghost is only instinct. The purpose of harming people should be to swallow human life to strengthen themselves. Instinct wants to live longer in this world.
This seems to be a noisy in Wei Mingyan. There is no karma, a natural cycle, and direct human life. Even if it is a ghost, it will not last long and will dissipate a little. In this world, even in a small mirror. Ghosts dare to start with passers-by who have never met her.
Wei Mingyan thought of this, and reached out and poked the group. He almost made himself into the size of the nail cover, and frowned, "Do you not go back?"
The female ghost sends out a bark that no one else can hear, [ah, ah, ah! ! ! 】
Just poke, the whole is the same as he wants to kill it.
Wei Mingyan silently took back his own hand. It seems that communication with the ghosts of this world is ineffective. This is originally a book. Of course, how is the author set up?
It’s just that the world has no channels for reincarnation, and how to deal with these evil ghosts.
They are very sinful, and it is reasonable to say that they should be sent to suppress the conscious, but the ghost of this world?
Wei Mingyan looked down at the black gas that had shrunk into the size of the rice, and tried to sigh. "Do you know how to go in the reincarnation?"
Female ghost: [ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! 】
It was screaming, and a small bottle was covered.
Wei Mingyan had some headaches and licked the milk bottle in his hand. It is reasonable to say that this evil ghost should be killed. But this mirror is unlucky, and it is said that it is going to be dismantled. The demolition of the building, its first prey is Wei Mingyan, has not been waiting for some bad things to be caught.
No evil, no killing, and no reincarnation can not be sent to reincarnation.
Forget it, shut it down first.
"Don't be noisy, wait for me to find a suitable container and let you out."
Wei Mingyan shook the bottle and there was no movement inside.
Still not hopeless.
Just satisfied with the milk bottle into the pocket, black gas rolled a few laps.
[Ah, ah, ah! ! ! ! 】
He was a little angry, grabbed the bottle and shook it a few times. "Turn off, or don't be here!"
The bottle was quiet for a while.
Just when Wei Mingyan thought it was smashed, there was a voice of female voice hoarse and stiff. "Come...come..."
"Come with me -"
Wei Mingyan's face was accompanied by this unpleasant voice.
First, he has to find a soundproof container.

At twelve o'clock in the evening, two girls were sitting opposite each other in the classroom. They held both hands on the same pen and closed their eyes:
"Pen Xian, pen fairy, you are my past life, I am your life."
"If you want to renew with me, please draw a circle on paper-"
"Pen Xian, pen fairy..."
The doors and windows were closed, and the candles on the four corners of the table shone.
"Moving, this is moving!"
Zheng painted his eyes openly and took a bit of fear to look at the pen in front of him. Cai Momo, who was sitting opposite, opened his eyes. "I didn't move, Zheng painting, are you moving?"
Zheng painted scared his forehead and sweated. "No, not me..."
Under the watchful eyes of the two girls, the pen took their hands and moved slowly, drawing a circle on the paper.
"Mom, I am a little scared, or we don't want to play..."
Cai Momo is also afraid, but she has always claimed to be courageous. Now, if she is half-way, it is a shame.
She gnawed her teeth and held it. "There are recruits, how can I ask?"
It was late at night, and they listened to the seniors who taught them to play pens. They did not turn on the lights. They only ordered four white candles. Although the light of the candles was enough for them to see all around, at the moment, they were lighted by candles. According to the other person's face, it is particularly scary.
Seeing Zheng painting still dare not speak, Cai Momo asked himself, "I want to ask you, when will my father come back to accompany me."
The pens held by the two men slowly moved, clearly that none of them worked, and the pen fell stiffly on one word after another.
"Three...day..."
The body of Zheng painted was tight and tight, but his eyes watched the pen and the camera with Cai Momo. When it was heard that it was not moving, the two men sighed together.
"Silent, three days is very fast, if the pen is right, your father should be able to catch up with your birthday, not your birthday after three days!"
Listening to Zheng's paintings, even if the current environment is horrible, Cai Momo's face still shows a satisfied smile.
Her family is good, that is, Dad is always busy with business and has no time to accompany his family. Last year and the year before, her birthday father did not catch up. Although he promised to return this year, it is not credible in Cai Momo’s opinion.
It seems that Dad will come back to accompany her that day.
After getting a satisfactory answer, Cai Momo was not afraid of it. She looked at the opposite Zheng painting. "Zheng painting, do you have anything to ask?"
"I, I will forget it..."
Zheng painted, "I always feel that there is a cold back, we still have to send away the pen fairy and go back to the dormitory."
"it is good!"
Cai Momo: "We send away the pens together."
The voice just fell, a chill blew, and the candle placed on the left side of Cai Momo flashed twice and suddenly disappeared.
There were only three candles in the classroom, and now one is extinguished, and the light suddenly drops a lot.
"what!!!"
Zheng painted scared and screamed. The hand was like throwing away something hot and generally lost the pen. "Silent, silently, let's go!"
Cai Momo’s face was also ugly. She stood up and decided to look at the pen that had been thrown away.
The senior said, you must send away the pen.

"But our classroom closed the window, there was no wind at all, and the candle was gone..."
Zheng painted scared and his voice was shaking. "I, let's go..."
"The senior school said that if you leave without leaving the pen, you will be in trouble."
Cai Momo insisted on sitting down. "Come here, let us send the pens together and then go."
Zheng painting was very scared, but apparently she was also afraid of misfortunes. She had to sit in the original position and carefully held the pen with Cai Momo.
Cai Momo is actually afraid, but still endures the inner fear, recalls the long-term teaching, and whispers, "Pen Xian, our question is over, will you play again next time?"
The pen in his hand really moved. Under the watchful eyes of the two girls, the rigid stop was on the 'good'.
They sighed with a sigh of relief, but then the pen slammed them on the 'good' with a big X. After painting, it seemed to be uncontrolled, swaying up and down, frantically carrying two hands. Scribbling on the paper, Zheng painted scared and screamed, desperately trying to let go of his hand, but it was like being pressed, no matter how hard, his hands stick to the pen and motionless.
"Silent! Silently, you can think of a way!!"
She was scared to ask for help from her friends, but she never responded. The opposite was quiet and no sound came out.
Zheng painted his body stiffly, and his fear looked up at the person sitting opposite.
It has long hair shawls and is full of blood. When he sees Zheng painting, he looks at himself. His face slowly reveals a rising smile. The pale and green face is a familiar face of Zheng painting.
"Mute... silent..."
Zheng painted his legs softly, and his friends, who had been watching for many years, smiled and held out their hands and squatted on her neck.
"what--"

Weirou tired of pressing the temple, holding the book opened the door of the classroom.
I am going to take the test soon. She has forgotten the time in the study room. She wakes up and looks at it. The people in the bedroom must have slept. She has to go back to the classroom to get the keys.
Opening the door was about to turn on the light, but she saw the scene in the classroom under the dim candlelight.
The two girls clasped the pen and sat stiffly.
Obviously, the faces of the two faces are still familiar with Wei, and the hands that can be written are all white and bloody, like the hands of the body that just climbed out of the grave.
Under the flash of a candlelight, beside them, the dense white figure stood full of white figures, and when they heard the movement, they all looked over with cold and eyes.
Wei soft opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound, but no sound could be heard.
It seems to be aware of her sight.
The two ‘people’ sitting in their seats slammed their heads and smiled at her slowly.
"My life... Continued... Ah..."
Weirou wants to make a voice for help. He wants to move his legs and run away. He can watch this scene, but he can't move half a body.
Eyes, looking at the white shadows stiffly stood up, all the faces were smirking and smirking, slowly came to her.
She opened her eyes and finally found a little intuition. She turned and ran, but she was desperate to find that the corridor behind her was full of dense white shadows.
They are slow, but there is nowhere to escape.
Do not--
Don't -
She was a little bit soft on the ground, unable to make a slight sound with her mouth open, and she could only hold her head and wait for the unknown fear with tears.
"Classmates."
The clear voice suddenly sounded in my ear. "Have you seen a milk bottle?"