100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 303: Enchanting God

No one in the room went to open the door. The situation was too terrifying. A timid girl tried to turn on the light, but as soon as she touched the switch on the wall, it felt like something wet and slippery brushed across the back of her hand.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!"

The frantic screams not only startled the people inside the house but also alerted anything outside that someone was inside.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

It seemed impatient; the banging on the door grew louder and louder. As the white plaster on the wall began to fall in a flurry, everyone became frightened, and no one even had time to blame the girl who had screamed.

Jin Huan turned her head to look at the one on the electric fan and gave a soft snort.

"We've really encountered a ghost, haven't we!" The sports committee member was a tall and strong boy, and relatively speaking, he was a bit braver. His words hinted at taking the lead.

The organizer was a thin boy who usually had a low profile, but after the sports committee member spoke, he became very agitated and vehemently retorted, "Not a ghost, but a god!"

"What kind of god is this? We might die here tonight. It's all your fault, you idiot!" He became more and more agitated, and finally walked up and kicked the organizer.

Thinking he might die in the end, he didn't hold back his kick, and the person was kicked so hard that he vomited blood.

"Oh my God!"

"Waaaaah, that scared me to death."

"What should I do? I should have known better than to play this."

At first, everyone thought it was inappropriate for the sports committee member to resort to violence so easily, but when they realized that they were trapped here because of the organizers, no one offered him a helping hand.

Jin Huan noticed that when the organizer vomited blood, both the one on the electric fan and the one outside seemed to become excited, as if they were on drugs.

Everyone's cell phones have no signal; forget about making calls outside, some have even crashed.

Only Jin Huan's phone was working. She was just watching the show at first, but her pocket suddenly vibrated.

It was Sijiu, who was waiting outside, who asked her if she was done.

She glanced at the world clock; it was 12:16. She planned to deal with the two little ones at 12:20 and then reply to his message.

"I remember now." The one who spoke was the boy who had told them the legend about the school building.

But now his face was extremely pale.

"What?" "What is it? Tell me quickly!"

"Yes, tell me quickly!"

"I remember some upperclassmen saying that someone died on the 7th floor before, I think it was classroom number 73!"

"So what?" Some people hadn't quite grasped the situation yet.

The person next to him, who already understood, broke out in a cold sweat: "The classroom we're in is 1773."

Several people's legs went weak and they sat down on the ground on the spot.

Whether it was for the occasion or not, the electric fan in the center of the classroom suddenly turned on.

"Creak, creak, creak"

It rotates very slowly.

Because all the lights were off, they could only see the furnishings in the house through the moonlight coming through the window.

Very abrupt.

A dead person appeared on the electric fan, hanged, with their back to them, slowly rotating with the fan.

When people are terrified to the extreme, they can't speak. Everyone stared intently at the corpse on the fan.

They didn't even notice that the knocking had stopped.

"Crunch, crunch"

The body slowly turned towards them.

Suddenly the electric fan stopped.

The corpse then pointed at them.

Sudden.

The corpse, whose head was hanging down, suddenly opened its eyes.