Ghost Chronicle in May

Five days passed quickly.

At five o'clock in the morning, Duan Wuyang got up from the bed sleepily and walked downstairs to the dormitory.

Five days ago, Meng Jungui told them that today might be the day that the evil spirit would take his life, and asked them to gather before five o'clock in the morning five days later.That evil spirit might only be able to kill one person at a time. If they gathered together, they might be stronger and take care of each other, and they might be able to resist that evil spirit.

Although Duan Wuyang doesn't think they can resist an evil spirit if they stay together, there is hope but there is no hope at all. Having more people around them can at least give them a sense of security.

The sky was already getting cold, Duan Wuyang went down the last flight of stairs, and saw that the rest of the people had arrived.

During these five days, Meng Jungui asked them to go back to find some methods or things to ward off ghosts and evil spirits, so Duan Wuyang, who was far away, saw that the yellow hair was actually holding a mahogany sword in his hand, just like those Taoist priests in TV dramas , What's even more exaggerated is that the yellow-haired man actually had a string of garlic hanging around his neck, as well as several strings of cross necklaces.

... Is this a combination of Chinese and Western?

The cute-looking girl also hung a few strings of jade pendants around her neck, the Guanyin Buddha statue was messed up, and she still held a Zhongkui statue tightly in her hand.

And Meng Jungui stood under the shade of the tree, leaning lazily on the trunk, with a calm expression, not knowing what he was thinking.

The girl with long hair stood silently at the end with her head bowed.

Duan Wuyang couldn't find anything to ward off ghosts and evil spirits for a while, and he didn't have any ancestral jade ornaments at home, so when he came down, he only wore a string of Buddhist beads bought at a street stall.

The beads cost five yuan a string, and he thinks they are probably useless.

But now, talking is better than nothing, at least it has the effect of psychological comfort.

"You're here." Meng Jungui looked up at Duan Wuyang, and said a very ancient line.

"I'm here." Duan Wuyang shrugged.

"Well, now the four of us are all here..." Meng Jungui stroked his glasses.

"Four people?" Duan Wuyang paused, "Aren't we...five people here?"

Meng Jungui paused for holding his glasses.

Huang Mao's expression became very frightened, he looked at Duan Wuyang and said, "You, you, you, don't talk nonsense... There are only four of us here..."

The expression on that cute girl's face seemed to be about to cry, she stared wide-eyed, not daring to turn her head.

Meng Jungui said: "There are only five people who received the CD...one of them is already dead." After he finished speaking, he stopped talking and did not say any more.

Now, Duan Wuyang's expression became dull.

"Then... she..." He looked at the fifth person standing at the end.

The long-haired girl still bowed her head, her hair was beautiful, black and long, the most beautiful hair Duan Wuyang had ever seen.

But now, Duan Wuyang has no intention of appreciating it at all.

Seemingly noticing Duan Wuyang's gaze, the long-haired girl slowly raised her head...

With a pale face and hollow eye sockets, Duan Wuyang suddenly discovered that this girl was the one who was lying on the window at the sorority party!

...or, should I say, ghosts.

The moment the long-haired female ghost raised her head, the long hair on her head gradually grew longer. Originally, it was only waist-length hair, but it slowly grew to her ankles, and then reached the ground, gradually growing to an incredible length.

And her eyes, which had neither whites nor eyeballs, slowly grew long hair.

Her face also began to rot slowly, the originally smooth skin became pitted, and blood from pieces of flesh slowly flowed down her face.The blood had already solidified and turned purple and stinky, and where her eyebrows were originally, there was nothing but the ripped skin.

She has no eyebrows.

Seeing Duan Wuyang's terrified expression, the remaining three people turned their heads slowly, just in time to see the scene of the female ghost's eyes growing out of her eye sockets...

The cute girl screamed hysterically and fell limply to the ground.

Huang Mao yelled, his hands and feet trembled, and he raised the mahogany sword in his hand and slashed at the void.

Meng Jungui's face darkened, and the next moment, the long-haired female ghost's hair grew to four or five meters in an instant, and she came towards them!

The cute girl who fell to the ground was the first to suffer. Before she could scream, she was lifted into the air by the female ghost's long hair strangling her neck.

The face of the girl who was strangled by the throat was flushed, and the whites of her eyes slowly rolled out: "Save... life..." She stretched out her hand and wanted to tear the hair away, but the long hair seemed to be alive, tightly Wrapped around her neck, getting tighter and tighter.The girl's legs kicked in mid-air, and one of the shoes on her feet was kicked off.

But Huang Mao, who was the only weapon holding a peach wood sword, just stared blankly at the scene in front of him, until the girl rolled out the whites of her eyes, and then yelled, the peach wood sword fell to the ground with a slap, turned and ran away.

Duan Wuyang was still in a daze, but Meng Jungui moved.

With a wave of his hand, he quickly threw something towards the female ghost.

That thing drew an arc in the air, and hit the female ghost's forehead exactly.

The female ghost let out a shrill cry, and brushed back her long hair. She lowered her head and took a few steps back, as if she had suffered some kind of injury.

The cute girl fell to the ground, her dyed brown hair messed up.

But she should have just fainted, not dead yet.

Duan Wuyang breathed a sigh of relief, but he knew that now was definitely not the time to relax, so he approached Meng Jungui and asked in a low voice: "What is that?" What did Meng Jungui throw out just now?

Meng Jungui replied indifferently: "Dog teeth."

... dog teeth?

Duan Wuyang really couldn't imagine that an ordinary dog ​​tooth could restrain an evil ghost.

"Dogs can communicate with spirits, and dog teeth can ward off evil spirits." Meng Jungui spoke quickly, because the next moment, the female ghost raised her head again.

Duan Wuyang clearly saw a big hole between the eyebrows of the female ghost, and the blood of the frozen corpse was gurgling out.

"The time is too hasty, there is no time to prepare, this is just an ordinary dog's tooth," Meng Jungui said solemnly, "This female ghost has too much resentment... It really can't be suppressed."

As soon as Meng Jungui finished speaking, the long-haired female ghost rushed towards the two of them, and her long hair covered half of the sky.

"Didn't you say that she can only kill one person at a time!!!" Duan Wuyang yelled, raising the yellow-haired mahogany sword and slashing wildly at the long-haired female ghost's turbulent hair.

"What I'm talking about is just a hypothesis!" Meng Jungui dodged to avoid the ghost's long hair, and with his left hand pointed a dog's tooth between the ghost's eyebrows again.

The female ghost was not afraid of the mahogany sword in Duan Wuyang's hand at all. She dodged the mahogany sword and was about to strangle Duan Wuyang's neck. Fortunately, Meng Jungui's dog tooth was thrown in time, and the female ghost screamed, and her hair fell to the ground.

Duan Wuyang looked up and found that this time the female ghost not only had a big hole between her eyebrows, but also her entire face was cracked like a mask, with pieces of flesh and skin falling down.

Duan Wuyang wanted to vomit, but he held it back firmly.

Meng Jungui took advantage of the victory to pursue him, and saw his right hand turned over, and a small glass bottle appeared in his hand.

A bright red blood-like liquid flowed from the glass bottle.

... Does he have a different-dimensional space bag?Duan Wuyang's eyes widened, and he saw Meng Jungui flick off the stopper of the glass bottle with his right thumb, and then threw the bottle and its contents towards the female ghost.

The female ghost screamed hysterically, and the skin and flesh all over her body continued to fall off like shedding skin, and the hair that was originally beautiful quickly withered and broke, and large pieces fell down.

In an instant, the female ghost turned into a bald skeleton.

Duan Wuyang stared at Meng Jungui with wide eyes, Meng Jungui answered automatically without waiting for him to ask a question: "That's the blood of a black dog, dog blood is filth, it can drive away evil spirits, especially the old black dog, this is a black dog. 15 years of black male dog blood..."

Duan Wuyang raised his eyebrows: "Since there is such a powerful thing, why didn't you take it out from the beginning?"

Meng Jungui glanced at him and said with a smile: "The killer moves are always saved for the last."

Duan Wuyang was speechless, he looked at the female ghost opposite who had turned into a skeleton and asked: "Is she dead?... She seems to be dead, will she not harm anyone anymore?" He saw that female ghost suddenly stumbled backwards and ran away.

The female ghost's bones were cracked in many places, and some places were rotten. It's hard for her to continue walking.Meng Jungui did not answer Duan Wuyang's question, but followed the female ghost's corpse.

Duan Wuyang gritted his teeth and followed.