Chapter 127:

The strength of the fingers gradually tightened, and Bai Yan's face flushed red.
He tried hard to break the hand that was holding his neck, but this hand was like a poisonous snake, biting his neck firmly.
Bai Yan gradually had difficulty breathing, and he knew he would be strangled to death if he continued like this.
Recalling the memories of escaping the past few times, Bai Yan's eyes felt hot.
He had experienced this feeling many times, and he was already very familiar.
In the past month, he tried many times and learned how to use this kind of blood and tears from unknown origin.
This kind of blood and tears can make him have a little resistance in front of Li Gui and make Li Gui ignore his existence.
In addition, this power can not only reduce Li Gui's interest in him, but can also be used by humans.
Under the conscious urge, Bai Yan's eyes left two lines of blood and tears, the scorching blood and tears snaked down, and the viscous blood beads slammed on the table drop by drop, making a heavy impact.
Blood and tears have been gurgling out, Bai Yan felt that the tears flowing out this time were more than the time when Li Hua insisted on dragging him into the language essay to make good friends with him when he took Chinese class.
Bai Yan felt that he would faint at any time, but fortunately the blood and tears still played a role.
I don't know how long it took, when half of the desk was wet with blood and tears, Wang Ze's hand on his neck suddenly loosened.
Freed from the iron hoop-like claws, Bai Yan covered his mouth and coughed.
However, just when he thought that Wang Ze, like the previous ghost, had already let go of himself, Wang Ze grabbed the hand that strangled his neck, suddenly stretched his eyes, and said faintly: "Your eyes, let me Nausea."
After all, he dug out Bai Yan's left eye.
He threw his eyeballs to the ground and stomped on his foot. Bai Yan only had time to make a scream, but he couldn't make any more sound-his other eye was also dug out, and then, his throat again Was pinched tightly.
This time, the hand that was holding his throat exerted full force at the beginning, Bai Yan could clearly hear it, and a creaking sound came from his neck.
pain.
it hurts.
There was an unbearable pain in the eyes and throat at the same time. Bai Yan wanted to cry out loud, but he could no longer make a sound.
His eyes have been dug out, and even if he wants to cry in pain, he doesn't have any tools to shed tears.
There were only two black blood holes left in Bai Yan's eyes, and a large amount of scarlet liquid poured out from his eye sockets. He smelled a strong rust in his nose and mouth at the same time.
Bai Yan vaguely realized that this is the smell of life passing by.
Soon, he will be killed and become a cold corpse.
Then he will be taken by one or two classmates. Transported out of the classroom, pulled his arm, and dragged it mercilessly to the trash can he passed in the morning.
They would throw his corpse inside, like other classmates who had already died, rotting and smelling in the cold and dark iron skin, allowing the dogs and maggots to enjoy his corpse.
After a few days, or dozens of days, he will become a dead bone with no face, lying on the bottom of the garbage dump with his companions, with fresh bones and flesh attached to the top of his body.
...
Bai Yan felt very surprised himself. Under the dual effects of death and pain, he still had time to consider this.
A subtle feeling of strangeness rose from the bottom of my heart, and Bai Yan felt that his soul was pulling away from his body.
Bai Yan finally realized that something was wrong, his head dropped slightly and his hands on his side recovered a bit of strength.
He raised his blood-stained hand and stroked Wang Ze's face in the darkness.
This touch made him extremely familiar, and this familiar outline was exactly the same as the feeling he had once had in his memory.
However, Bai Yan was very clear in his heart that these two people were completely different.
This one in front of me may not even be a person.
Bai Yan retracted his palm, put his hand on the hand that was holding his throat, and smiled low.
He raised his hollow eyes and smiled very helplessly, but also mixed with a little regret in his helplessness: "This world...is fake..."
"I really want to have such a funny dream for a while..."
Bai Yan coughed and said intermittently: "I like it very much...This is the world I've been looking forward to, but people like him will never do this kind of thing..."
"It's a pity... you are too fake."
After speaking the last sentence, Bai Yan's body lightened in vain, and the immovable ‘person’ who strangled his throat and pressed him to the desk also disappeared.
Bai Yan regained his freedom, and at the same time, his eyes were restored to light.
In his dream, Bai Yan held his empty eye sockets and saw the dream gradually collapse.
The floor tiles of the classroom began to collapse, and the ceiling above his head was crumbling. Soon, large bricks fell down, and the sharp boulders killed several children.
In this scene of the collapse of the earth, the male teacher uttered an unwilling roar, and the children screamed in fear with childish voices.
Seeing the hell-like scene, Bai Yan didn't have the slightest fear.
He knew very clearly that this was just a dream.
An extremely real dream.
...
Wake up from the dream, Bai Yan feels pressured to breathe.
He opened his eyes and found a decayed corpse that could not see his gender was pressing on him. He raised his rotting hand and clasped his neck tightly, which was why he couldn't breathe.
No wonder, he felt a pain in his neck in his dream, it turned out to be a good thing.
Bai Yan immediately understood everything, but he didn't have time to fix the culprit. He pushed the carrion away with his knees and pushed the corpse aside.
Seeing that the phone was not in his hand, he immediately reached out and touched his pocket, but he touched it twice and he was stunned.
"Where's my phone? Where did a phone like me go?"
Before entering the dream state, Bai Yan had read the rules of the game, so he knew that he had only 30 seconds to return after waking up.
Thirty seconds later, the dead corpse next to him will not stand upright, but will resuscitate to become a real ghost, who can easily kill him.
Bai Yan knows that no matter how amazing the APP's care is, the mobile phone can't run long by itself.
He glanced at the surrounding environment. He was sitting in an empty room with only an iron bed under him, and a dead, rotten and smelly corpse beside him. There seemed to be no place to hide anything.
Reminiscent of this gentleman pressing on him and pinching his neck with his hand, this ghost is obviously not an honest ghost.
It must have been when he was asleep that the ghost stole his phone.
Ghosts that can create dreams are really different. Not only do they have big brains, but they also have different ideas from other ghosts.
So, where can it hide the phone?
Bai Yan thought for two seconds and found that the carrion's belly was still intact, at least the meat on it hadn't been rotten.
So, enduring the stinking odor, he stretched out his hand to tear open the ragged belly of the carrion.
Sure enough, there was a dirty mobile phone hidden in the belly of the carrion.
Bai Yan turned on the phone, saw the familiar interface on the App, and knew that the phone was genuine.
Seeing that it was about to end in thirty seconds, the carrion skull next to it was swaying, and it was in a posture of recovery.
Bai Yan no longer hesitated, and immediately clicked to return.
When he returned to the real room, Bai Yan had time to cover his eyes and slumped on the bed motionless.
Although it was only a dream, the pain in the dream remained, and when he returned to reality, his eyes were still aching.
After lying on the bed for a long time, Bai Yan was relieved.
He felt his eyes hot, so he stood up and looked in the mirror.
In the mirror, his eyes were red. Coupled with his original golden hair, he now looks more like an albinism.