I received a bounce from a non-existent player

I shook off my messy thoughts and concentrated on reading the attachments in the returned letter.

This letter returned the first set of achievement books, [Red Dust Enmity], a total of eight books, neatly arranged in a row.

Jiang Heng said that I would understand by looking at the attachment, but I couldn't see anything when I looked at the familiar row of blue quality books, so I moved the mouse to the first book dubiously—[ Hongchen Xueyi] on.

[Hongchen Xueyi] Did not read

"Mrs. Huan jumped down the stairs, and she couldn't understand why there were only three buckets of rice."

This ghostly sentence made me feel a twinge on my back, and I blinked vigorously to make sure I was not mistaken.

what is this?

I remember the details of the yellow characters in this book...it should be the title of the book, right?

On the other side of the phone, Jiang Heng asked, "Do you see something wrong?"

"I've read this set of books a long time ago. It shouldn't be because I haven't read it. If I haven't read it, I wouldn't be able to copy it at all... And the details are so strange." I read it out with a frown, "Ms. Huan jumped downstairs ..."

Mrs. Ring?A thought rushed into my mind.Could it be Mrs. Toffee Huan?

[Mrs. Taifeihuan] is a well-known heroic conductor, and it is said that she has lived with him for a while.Before the death of Jiang Heng and I, this name had caused a lot of noise, but like most 818s, it was gradually no one mentioned it.I'm not one to gossip and don't remember exactly what happened.

But... what do you mean by jumping off the stairs?

When I was thinking about it uncomfortable, the light in the bedroom behind me creaked twice, and the light suddenly dimmed to half, and it was inexplicably dark.

Jiang Heng pondered for a moment, then asked again: "Is there another half of the sentence?"

"...I don't even understand why sorghum only has three buckets..."

As soon as the voice fell, the light went out with a pop.All the light sources in the room were suddenly only the dazzlingly bright computer screen in front of him.I also faintly felt that there was something extra behind me.

I took a deep breath and heard him yell at me on the phone: "It's not too late! Don't look back!"

I stared at the screen stiffly: "Ah Heng..."

"Don't look back!"

There was a chill on my shoulder where I was holding the phone.I desperately resisted the desire to look back, but I still caught a glimpse of something on my shoulder out of the corner of my eye.

It was a blue human hand, the skin was peeling off like fish scales.

I was so scared that I was breathing tremblingly, Jiang Heng's name rolled to the tip of my tongue, and I swallowed it back.

"Why?" The voice was hoarse, like the sound of fingernails scraping on a blackboard, "Why are there only three buckets of sorghum rice?"

"It's not too late, don't talk."

I bit my lower lip hard to keep myself from screaming.

"Why are there only three buckets of sorghum rice?" The thing asked quietly again.

Seeing that I didn't answer, it pinched my shoulder blades fiercely and screamed in my ear madly: "There are only three fights—!"

I was so scared that I cried out: "I'm sorry, I don't know, I really don't know..."

The moment I speak, its sound stops.My mind went blank, I sobbed and shut up, only my disordered breathing and the sound of the elderly machine's fan remained in the momentarily quiet room.

It suddenly asked, "Where are your legs?"

what legs?

I raised my hazy tearful eyes to see.

The Taoist nun in school uniform floated quietly in the skill area with her lower body empty.