Zhang Ling watched An Guo leave, feeling that he had no clue. At night, he felt irritable and all he could think about was the mysterious An Guo. Just when Zhang Ling was thinking wildly, the song An Guo let him listen to last night floated again.

When I heard this song, it was so tragic and sad. I was longing for love to hear my song come back to me.

Zhang Ling was surprised: "How come I heard this singing last night and now I hear this singing too?" The roommates were chatting, and Zhang Ling asked: "Did you hear anyone singing?" Ah Cheng was annoyed.

He said: "Zhang Ling, are you stupid? It's so late, who dares to sing loudly!" Minghui saw through Zhang Ling's heart and said confidently: "Zhang Ling, you are not the same as An Guoyong last night.

This is a trick to deceive people, now you want to do the same thing?" Zhang Ling didn't say anything, and judging from the situation, they didn't hear the singing, but he heard it very clearly.

Zhuang Fei poked his head out from the upper bunk and said to Zhang Ling: "Zhang Ling, did you really hear someone singing?" Zhang Ling nodded: "Yes! Zhuang Fei, do you believe me?" Zhuang Fei said repeatedly.

Nod and say: "I believe you!"

Zhang Ling smiled back and said, "Thank you!" The singing sound continued to float into Zhang Ling's ears. Zhang Ling got up and walked to An Guo, who was lying on his back. He sat down beside An Guo's bed and said, "You heard that too?"

Is it singing? Is this singing caused by you?"

Anguo shook his head repeatedly and said: "I don't have this ability! I don't understand how there can be such a sad love song! But the cry about 'general' in the blood lake is related to me!"

"Huh?" Zhang Ling was stunned. Anguo is indeed related to the blood lake. The blood lake is formed by the blood shed by the heroes. In this way, Anguo may be the descendant of the commander who led this army! Because when he was a child,

According to the legend of the Blood Lake, the general who served the country loyally still has blood. Could it be that Anguo is a descendant of that general? So it would be reasonable for him to say that it is related to the Blood Lake.

The song was still floating, and it kept floating. Suddenly, a scream of "Ah" pierced the sky. At the same time, An Guo's voice also said: "Not good!"

Zhang Ling couldn't help but look at An Guo. Hearing the scream, An Guo seemed to be aware of it. "What's going on?" Zhang Ling felt strange. His roommates all jumped up and asked, "What's going on?"

Why is there screaming? Something happened?"

Zhang Ling's eyes fell on Anguo, hoping that Anguo could answer, but Anguo shook his head and said that he had no way of knowing. At this moment, the entire campus seemed to explode, and many people ran out to ask for help.

Observe what is going on.

As soon as Zhang Ling and others walked out of the dormitory door, they saw many people standing on the dormitory floor. They all wanted to know what the scream was about just now. People were talking about it, and everyone had their own opinions, but they couldn't agree on it.

After a long time, the dean shouted with a loudspeaker: "Dear students, the situation has been found out. A teacher fainted. It's nothing serious! Please go back to the dormitory! Go back! Nothing is wrong!"

"Now that someone from the school has said this, everyone has no choice but to go back to their dormitories.

After returning to the dormitory, Zhang Ling did not forget to ask Anguo: "Anguo, you really don't understand what's going on? The teacher's shrill screams have nothing to do with you?"

An Guo shook his head like a rattle and replied: "It really has nothing to do with me! I only know that this matter should be related to the mirror on the comb table we saw! And the person who screamed may have purchased this comb table.

Teacher! I don’t know what the reason is! Can’t we just wait until tomorrow to find out what’s going on?”

Zhang Ling thought for a while, but there was no other good way, so he nodded and agreed.

The next day, when Manxiang saw Zhang Ling, she said: "Zhang Ling, do you know? Last night, a teacher screamed and then fainted. He is still in the hospital! It seems that he encountered some supernatural event! But people's

There are different opinions, and they are so numerous that it is difficult to count!" Zhang Ling said: "I heard about it! Let's go! Go and see Jiaming, Jiaming must know the inside story!"

Zhang Ling and Manxiang waited for Jiaming to come back and then asked about the teacher's scream last night. Jiaming knew that these two people would come to inquire, so they told the truth: "I don't know much, I just heard that

The teacher saw a strange thing on the comb table, and was frightened! By the way, there seemed to be sad singing late at night! He also said that the sad singing spread throughout the campus, but many people could not hear the singing.

Ah! How strange! Come on! That’s all I know!”

"We saw something strange on the comb table? A sad singing voice?" Zhang Ling muttered Jiaming's words, and then remembered what An Guo said about the sad singing and the comb table. When he saw the comb table mirror, it was clearly reflected in the mirror.

There was a beauty with a sad face, and I felt pity for that beauty. According to this, it is very likely that the song came from this beauty, but why was the teacher frightened? Who is the beauty in the mirror? Yes

Isn't it another wronged soul like Hongyun?

When Manxiang saw Zhang Ling was silent and frowned, she knew he must be deep in thought. Zhang Ling sighed and said, "It seems we have to go to An Guo! Let's see what he has to say about this matter!" Zhang Ling sighed.

After Ling made up his mind, he went to find Anguo and repeated what Jiaming said to Anguo.

An Guo said: "Really? Sure enough, the problem is with the comb table! What is the reason! We don't know! Unless you are a thief!" Zhang Ling was shocked: "What? A thief?" He didn't understand what An Guo meant by this.

What do you mean? An Guo said nonchalantly: "Yes! Have you ever heard of being a thief? Flying over walls and walls? If you don't have the ability to be a thief, it will be miserable if you are caught!"

Zhang became angry: "Hey! Anguo, I'm not joking with you!" Anguo also replied seriously: "I'm not joking with you either! When did you want to be a thief with me? Go and see the frightened teacher's dormitory

Then come to me for the comb table! I am telling you this matter very seriously!" "Hey! How can this be done?"

Zhang Ling had no idea what to do with Anguo, and said, "Damn! I knew you were this kind of person, don't think I can't do anything! Anyway, I can always find a breakthrough using other methods!"

Zhang Ling went to find Jiaming again and said to Jiaming: "Jiaming, I am very concerned about this matter. If you know anything, can you tell me?" Jiaming blinked and said: "Zhangling, why are you so curious?

Is it so heavy?" "Hehe!" Zhang Ling touched the back of his head, then said seriously, "Okay! That's it!" Jiaming had no other choice: "Okay! Okay!"

A few days later, there was news from Jiaming, so Zhang Ling went to find Jiaming, but where was Jiaming? He just loved to show off, and after whetting Zhang Ling's appetite, he said: "When I went to visit the teacher, I secretly recorded a message

, you must have never thought of it! You must have never thought of it! It’s very strange! Could there be something ghostly and weird again?”
Chapter completed!