blood light 1

The moonlight is like water, shining lightly on this university campus with a history of more than 100 years, casting an atmosphere of silence. Asking where is the pure land in the world, it is the only land of reading sages.

The study room was brightly lit, filled with the aroma of books and a peaceful atmosphere. Everyone is studying hard and working hard for the final exam. "Damn it!" He Jianfei looked through his school bag and found that the most important English book was forgotten in the dormitory. What he brought with him was the sports theory test that had been completed eight hundred years ago. He couldn't help complaining to his roommate Zhang Chuanxun next to him: "It's all you! Why are you urging me! I think I'm more than qualified to take the Ph.D. in Sports Theory." Zhang Chuanxun said with a playful smile: "Your English is so good, there's no need to read it." While opening it, bag. Suddenly he whispered: "Dead! I also brought sports theory." He Jianfei laughed so hard that he lay on the table and couldn't get up. Zhang Chuanxun said: "No, I haven't finished a lot of homework. I think I have to go back and get it." He Jianfei said: "But the dormitory is too far from here. You can go back and forth for at least an hour." Zhang Chuanxun laughed. He said: "Don't be afraid. I just found a small road called Chigangding a few days ago. You can get to the dormitory in less than twenty minutes." He Jianfei smiled and said: "Then you go, by the way... it's mine!"

The clock passed by minute by minute, and He Jianfei almost turned over the math book. It has been two hours and Zhang Chuanxun has not come back yet. He Jianfei thought: This guy might be too tired from walking, so he might as well stay in the dormitory and not leave. If I need to make up my English exam, I will definitely settle the score with you. It's boring to stay here, so let's go.

When I returned to the dormitory, I saw that it was completely dark and no one was there. He Jianfei turned on the fluorescent lamp with some surprise. I saw two English books still neatly placed in their original places. Apart from the few books in Zhang Chuanxun's schoolbag, there are also many books on Zhang Chuanxun's bookshelf. He Jianfei shook his head and said, "I must have gone to another classroom." He pulled up a chair, picked up his precious English book, and started a difficult recitation course in an environment where he danced and talked on the computer in front of the speakers.

It was twelve o'clock, but Zhang Chuanxun still hadn't come back. He Jianfei frowned: "Did you go to the all-night class? The sun really came out from the west! Regardless of it, I can't bear it. I have to go to see Duke Zhou first. Comrade Chuanxun, please read slowly."

In the middle of the night, He Jianfei was brought back to reality by the high-decibel sound of the wind chime. "Oh my God! It's so windy, it might rain soon. This rotten soul-calling bell will ring even if there's a ghost coming, and it will ring even if there's no ghost coming." He Jianfei was cursing when he suddenly saw a vague black figure standing far away from the mosquito net. He Jianfei He shouted: "Chuanxun, are you back?" The black figure did not answer, but just walked forward step by step. He Jianfei called out again: "Chuanxun, what's wrong with you? Why don't you look like you're talking?" The black shadow continued to walk towards him step by step without answering. He Jian glanced at him and saw that the soul-calling bell was ringing even louder. He felt alarmed and shouted in a deep voice: "Where is the ghost that dares to scare people?" As he spoke, he suddenly opened the mosquito net, but the black shadow was gone.

He Jianfei looked around suspiciously, and at this moment, there was movement outside the door. "Woo... Wuwu..." A low sob passed into his ears. He Jianfei breathed a sigh of relief: "Chuanxun, you scared me to death. What's wrong with you? What happened? Tell me and I'll help you..." He pulled the door handle and tried to open the door, but found that the door was double-closed. The lock was locked by himself last night.

The door was not locked, there was a dark shadow inside the room first, and then there was crying outside the door, and the unusual ringing of the soul-calling bell, but the crying was clearly from Chuanxun. He Jianfei's hands were shaking unknowingly. He slowly opened the lock with the key, slowly opened the door, and shouted in a low voice: "Chuanxun, you..." After half a sentence, he froze. It was empty outside the door, not a soul in sight. He felt a little strange. He clearly heard crying, but he ran so fast? Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" in the room. When He Jianfei quickly looked back, it was Zhang Chuanxun's English book that fell off the desk. He looked outside the door again and saw that there was no movement, so he had to double lock it again, pick up the English book, return to the bed, and continue to sleep.

At five o'clock in the morning, he was woken up again by a knock on the door like a madman, and a sharp cry: "Jian Fei! Jian Fei!" He rushed to the window angrily and suddenly opened the window He yelled: "What are you doing? Do you know what time it is?" Huang Dakai from the next door dormitory stood outside the door with a face full of horror, his hands shaking violently outside the window: "Something happened, Jianfei, Chuanxun is dead. The latest legend of the brave man" chapter!"

Suddenly, He Jianfei felt as if there was a muffled thunder in his head, and everything went blank. Huang Dakai was still minding his own business and said: "He died on that alley. His face was full of horror. I heard his eyes popped out and his face was covered with blood. I couldn't find the wound. The Public Security Bureau came." There are a lot of people, including the principal..." He Jianfei grabbed Huang Dakai and asked: "When did you die?" Huang Dakai was stunned: "The forensic doctor said it should be between ten and eleven o'clock. Why do you ask?" He Jianfei punched him. Under the window lattice, a lot of dust fell: died at eleven o'clock? That person who came in the middle of the night... must be Chuanxun's ghost. He came to report to me, but I still didn't understand. "Has anyone died again? Haha... Those who can't escape must die a few times every year. Well, those who can't escape, those who can't escape, have you gone? If you feel resentful, just Let it all out! Haha..." Huang Dakai whispered: "It's that neurotic senior brother again. Ever since his girlfriend died on that path for no apparent reason, he has become like this."

He Jian quickly unlocked the door, opened the door and rushed upstairs with a gust of wind. After a few moments, he saw the senior brother walking slowly in front. "Brother, please stay." He Jianfei gasped and said, "I want to ask a few questions." The senior brother shook his head and said, "No need to ask? Who would believe it?" He Jianfei said, "People die as ghosts. I believe that ghosts are bound by death! Excuse me, what does the phrase 'a few must die every year' mean? Why can't you escape?"

The senior brother turned his head, a pair of small eyes flashing strangely behind his highly myopic glasses: "I don't know, did I know it would still be like this? Will people still die? I only know that that path was opened decades ago It was privately known as the Road of Injustice Ghosts before." "Road of Injustice Ghosts? Why such a scary name?" "How do I know? Legend has it that anyone who walks along this path in the dead of night will definitely have a face full of horror and blood. She died on the road. He didn't believe it and went alone. What happened in the end? Haha... Before she died, she tried her best to say two words to me: 'You must die! You can't escape!' Yes, escape. What cannot be lost is absolutely impossible to escape."

The senior brother smiled "hehe", turned around and walked away slowly.

He Jianfei stood there as motionless as a stone statue. "You must die! You can't escape!" "You must die! You can't escape!" He chewed these two sentences over and over again, feeling that the girl seemed to be trying her best to hint at something before she died, but the words were too vague.