"Woooooo~!"

In a gallery full of artistic atmosphere, strange crying sounds sounded like an evil ghost seeking his life.

And at the end of the gallery, a Feng Shui painting hangs.

It was a cemetery in the wilderness.

There is no tombstone in front of the grave. A man in white mourning clothes cannot tell the difference between men and women. He kneels in front of the grave, his body is stiff and motionless, and the omnipresent crying sound comes from this painting.

The crying became louder and louder.

The cried grave ghost seemed to have come alive.

An even more thrilling scene happened.

The cried grave ghost walked out of the painting and half of his body had already revealed.

The remaining half is constantly emerging from the painting.

Its head was wearing a white filial hat, and a white cloth was hanging down, covering its face, revealing half of the outline, and a dead aura was filled with all its body, without the breath of a living person.

The player with the id of [Long Juezi] was watching all this in horror.

His name is Yang Feng, and he is an ordinary thriller game player.

He got separated.

Going into the realm of strange talk.

It triggered the murderous rule of the grave-crying ghost.

This ubiquitous cry is the embodiment of supernatural power.

He couldn't control himself, his eyes gradually became wet, and his expression became sad.

He covered his ears, but the sound continued to sound.

What made him even more desperate was that not only could not control his face, but he seemed to be unable to control his movements. His steps began to move and he knelt down to the grave in the painting.

The supernatural power was controlling him and he wanted to kneel down and cry to the grave.

Yang Feng was frightened and frightened to the extreme.

This ghost is so terrifying.

Living people can't resist it at all.

His expression was so sad that he was about to cry.

Yang Feng endured it hard, but the wetness in his eyes was not controlled by him at all, and the sadness in his heart reached the extreme.

He looked at the message on the chat interface and was desperate.

"Tait..."

Just then, a heavy footsteps sounded.

Yang Feng was shocked.

Human or ghost?

His aftermath glance glanced back.

It became even more terrifying.

It's a ghost!

It is the eighth weird story on campus, the secret of holding a human head and a corpse.

Yin Chou walked, and behind him, he hung up the ghost ropes.

"It's over!"

Yang Feng was completely desperate.

There is a cried grave ghost in front of it, and there is a secret misunderstanding behind it.

He can't run away anymore.

He finally sent a message reminding other players not to come.

This gallery will become the most dangerous place on this campus.

And he will be the first victim.

Step on...

The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

It was like a drum beat on his heart, which made him feel palpitations.

It's getting closer and closer.

Yang Feng tightened his body, waiting for death...

"What are you doing kneeling here?"

A voice rang in his ear.

Yang Feng suddenly looked up.

Then I saw Shen Jian's normal human face, staring at him from a high point.

Rows of hanging corpses floated beside him.

Yang Feng:...

Thanks, this is even more terrifying.

"You...you are human!?"

At this moment, Yang Feng said in horror.

Because he noticed the player message on Shen Jian's head.

【Heaven King of Yama】

【Level: 10】

Yang Feng was stunned.

Player?

This is a player!

The eighth weird story they mentioned on campus turned out to be a player?

"Hey, how do you talk? Of course I am a human, isn't it obvious?"

Shen Jian looked down at himself.

He has a nose, eyes, heartbeat, breathing, and can sing and dance, so why did he be expelled from the person?

Yang Feng:...

He glanced at the dozen ghosts around him and collapsed.

Brother, you are plagued by evil spirits, just like taking care of your younger brother. Do you believe it yourself?

"Woooooo~!"

The faint crying continued.

The supernatural killing curse paused for a moment and directly evolved to the third stage.

The crying was dry and hoarse, and could not be described in words.

An inexplicable weirdness is revealed everywhere.

The sadness that Yang Feng had just stopped suddenly emerged.

"Madan, I just wanted to say, "You cry as if you cry, why are you crying so badly?"

Chen Jian cursed.

Turn around and walk towards the crying grave ghost.

Yang Feng was shocked: "Brother, don't be reckless. The closer you get to it, the more you can't control your thoughts..."

Bang!

The words have not yet fallen.

The crisp sound of pussy overshadowed the crying.

Yang Feng:??!

He was completely confused.

The pupils looked at everything in front of him in an earthquake.

Crying grave ghost:???

The cried grave ghost was also confused.
To be continued...