Rebirth: I am the boss uncle

Feder woke up from the bed, gasping for breath, and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. The pain of the wooden hairpin piercing his throat seemed real. He touched his neck with trembling hands, trying to feel if the hairpin was still there. His trembling fingertips finally touched his neck, but found nothing there, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Huh...it turned out to be a dream."

Feder rubbed his aching temples and rested for a long time before he remembered to look around. He found himself in the Adumus Student Union dormitory. But hadn't he left long ago? How did he end up back at school?

"Xiaofeng... Xiaofeng... Yuxu... Xiaoxu..." Feder called out his follower's name tentatively, but found no one responded. He pushed aside the quilt and slowly got out of bed. He went to the window and looked out, but found that the playground that should have been bustling was empty.

Feder shook his head. He had never encountered such a thing before. Could it be... No, Feder planned to go to the school conference room to look for someone. Turning around and preparing to leave the dormitory, he found that the door that was originally a few steps away was getting farther and farther away from him. He walked for a long time but did not touch the door handle that was so close. He finally realized that he was really dead, but he was a little confused as to why he was here now.

He tried his best to run out of the door. Finally, he touched the door handle, opened the door with a "whoosh", and ran out. The gloomy corridor was empty. A green light came from below. Feder calmed his mind, swallowed nervously, and moved forward slowly. Would he feel much better if he walked out of this dormitory?

"Hahahahaha..."

The sudden laughter in the empty corridor startled Feder. He leaned against the wall, his eyes darting back and forth, surveying his surroundings, fearing that an unexpected person might suddenly appear...

"Who... who is playing tricks? Who! Come out! I've seen you! I'm telling you... I'm not afraid of anything... I'm not afraid of anything! If you have the guts, just stand before me openly... Why are you sneaking around like this?"

Feder yelled, but there was only laughter in the air. No one else appeared, and the laughter slowly got closer and closer, as if it was all around Feder. Feder stared at his surroundings with wide eyes, afraid that he would miss something, but the laughter was still getting closer and closer to him. Feder collapsed and yelled, and slowly sat down against the wall.

"Come out if you can...come out!"

"Alright! Since President Federer is so sincere... then I'll come out and meet him!"

Suddenly, a voice came to Feder's ears. The androgynous voice made people's scalps tingle, especially Feder. He always felt that the person who spoke seemed to be leaning against his ear and speaking. Feder's shoulder-length hair suddenly flew forward, as if someone was breathing behind him. But he was leaning against the wall now. How could there be someone behind him? This was impossible. But he didn't dare to look back to confirm his idea. He stiffened his neck and wanted to move forward. Suddenly, a hand stretched out from the wall and rested on his shoulder. This scared Feder half to death.

"President, don't you want to see me? I'm right behind you! Turn around! Turn around and look at me, President! President!"

The sharp sound behind him seemed to be able to cut through the glass, and Federer's eardrum was almost broken. The hand that suddenly stretched out was too terrifying. Federer rushed out with increased speed.

When he arrived outside the dormitory building, it was not as sunny as Federle had imagined. The leaves were motionless, there was no wind, and the overall color was like the color on the old black and white TV, which made people feel depressed.

"Is there anyone? Is there anyone? Is there anyone who can help me? Help me!"

Feder shouted, but the only answer he got was his own echo...

Hearing the echo, Feder knelt on the ground in despair. He was already dead, but he was still trapped in a dream. Why was this? He thought that he could get rid of everything by dying, but now it seems that being alive is better than being dead. Now he feels powerless and helpless.

"President~"

Suddenly, a voice came from the front. Feder looked up and saw a girl standing not far away. She was wearing a white skirt and had long straight black hair, which made people like her...

"President~, come here, I can help you, I really can help you..."

The long-haired woman said this with her back to Federer, tempting Federer to walk towards her.

Feder stood up involuntarily and slowly walked towards the long-haired girl. Although he knew that the sudden appearance of a girl in a white dress and long black hair in this obviously problematic and empty school was extremely abnormal, he couldn't control his legs and walked towards the girl. He could only watch himself getting closer and closer...

Until he came in front of the girl, looking at the girl with her back to him, he asked tremblingly

"Excuse me... who... who are you?"

Before he could finish his words, he saw the girl slowly turn her head. Federer's heart jumped into his throat, but the girl's body did not turn with her. Her head turned 90 degrees abruptly, but when she turned around, her long black hair was still there. Federer's eyes rolled back in fear and he almost fainted...

"Ho...ho ho" a ho ho sound came from his throat. At this time, Feder was so scared that he couldn't speak, and his legs were soft, but there was always an invisible force that forced him to watch the whole process.

The girl's head suddenly lowered, just like the person in front of her suddenly looked up at her, but the posture of looking up was extremely strange, showing a 90-degree angle. It was like this for a long time. Just when Federer recovered from the shock, the ghost started to move again. She slowly raised her hand, and her red and sharp nails directly dug into the head on her neck, twisting the head covered with long black hair off her neck.

In an instant, the smelly blood spread all over Federer's body. The whole world was no longer grayish white, but was covered with the bright red of blood. Federer smacked his lips, and sure enough, there was this dirty, smelly blood in his mouth...

"Ah ah ah..."

The head with five holes was floating in the air, and brain fluid was constantly overflowing from the holes. The sticky brain fluid was stuck to the flying black hair, which was disgusting and weird. The whole body without a head kept running around, and soon disappeared from Feder's sight.

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