PFC Chapter 360 The Delicate School Beauty Who Uses Physical Exorcism VS The School Bully Who Bites Like
Chapter 360 The Delicate School Beauty Who Uses Physical Exorcism VS The School Bully Who Bites Like
Chapter 360 The Delicate School Beauty Who Uses Physical Exorcism VS The School Bully Who Bites Like a Mad Dog (3)
Liu Xueying's voice came from the other end of the phone, giving him an unprecedented sense of security. It's no exaggeration to say that Zhou Zihao almost burst into tears.
"Zhou Zihao, why didn't you come out?" Liu Xueying's voice was full of confusion. "Zhao Qi and I were about to go back to the girls' dormitory when we turned around and found that Wu Wei was there, but you weren't."
Zhou Zihao's breathing stabilized, he stood up straight, and wiped the sweat from his forehead. "You all ran away, of course I was slower than you."
He stubbornly insisted, "It's okay, I'm going back soon."
Liu Xueying exclaimed in surprise, and his heart tightened immediately, thinking that something had gone wrong again.
Who knew that Zhao Qi had snatched Liu Xueying's phone? Her voice was indignant, "Zhou Zihao, have He Suining and Song Wanyue left yet? I just thought about it carefully, and they were clearly the ones who scared us. Damn it, we actually got tricked by those two bitches."
After listening to Zhao Qi's words and thinking it over carefully, Zhou Zihao also realized that he had been tricked.
However, he didn't want to say anything more to Zhao Qi and hung up the phone directly.
The thought of losing more than he gained by trying to steal a chicken made him extremely depressed.
When I looked up, I realized I had been running around aimlessly and had no idea which room I had wandered into.
The bright moonlight shone into the room.
He looked out the window at the moon and felt much more relaxed, so he prepared to turn around and leave.
The shadow on the ground stretched very long, and he suddenly noticed a strange shadow approaching him.
This time he wasn't intimidated. Instead, he sneered, "He Suining? Or Song Wanyue? Aren't you two bored? Trying to play the same trick a second time."
Who would fall for that?
He turned around and saw a woman slowly walking in. She was about their age, with long hair and her face covered in blood.
Zhou Zihao was stunned for a moment, then carefully examined them and found that they really were not He Suining and Song Wanyue.
The clothes she was wearing were almost unrecognizable; they were long but resembled a skirt, and were pink.
It's just dilapidated.
If this were a normal woman, he might have gone up and shown her some pity.
But now, he only feels terror.
Zhou Zihao slowly backed away, "What... what do you want to do... every wrong has its perpetrator, I haven't offended you, you... you can't hurt me..."
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Meanwhile, Song Wanyue returned to her apartment dormitory to rest.
The advantage of living in a room by yourself is that you don't have to worry about disturbing others when you come back late.
She finished showering and drying her hair, and was blow-drying it in front of the mirror. A few minutes later, after applying hair oil, she lay down on the bed, picked up her phone, and prepared to scroll through some short videos before going to sleep.
The phone screen displayed a photo of a man—he was extremely handsome, the typical Chinese heartthrob, with striking eyebrows and bright eyes. Even in a casually taken photo, his eyes seemed to have hooks in them.
He leaned casually against the wall, reading a book in his hand.
He seemed to hear someone calling him, and he smiled and looked up, his face beaming with a sunny smile.
Anyone who looks at him would think he's an incredibly handsome and sunny guy.
The scene was at home, so he was dressed casually. He wore a light blue short-sleeved shirt, revealing his well-defined and attractive arm muscles.
To reach that level, as those who regularly exercise know, it requires a lot of effort.
He's 190cm tall, a huge guy. His thick arms and legs make him look like a predator from the jungle, exuding a powerful vitality.
Broad shoulders, narrow waist, and fat covering the muscles.
Every time Song Wanyue opens her phone and sees her brother on the screen...
They couldn't help but pause for more than ten seconds.
Just like now, even though I know I shouldn't, I still do it.
Snapped.
Song Wanyue slapped herself in frustration, "Look, look, all you do is look. You've already fallen out with him, what are you looking at?"
can not be like this.
If things continue like this, will she also become an unethical person like Xiao Xingyan?
An older brother is an older brother.
An older brother can never become a husband.
Song Wanyue couldn't convince herself that setting her phone screen to feature her brother was purely because he was handsome.
He hesitated for a few seconds.
She changed the photo on her phone screen to one of herself. Her brother's image disappeared, and she suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
Song Wanyue, who was preparing to rest, did not notice.
The apartment door, which had been firmly locked, opened silently.
She turned off the bedside lamp, lay obediently on the bed, and closed her eyes to rest.
Suddenly, the bed began to shake inexplicably.
She sat up in confusion, thinking it was an earthquake. Looking around, she realized that only the bed was shaking.
I only thought about it for a second.
Song Wanyue's face immediately changed, and she rolled off the bed. Without even putting on her shoes, she rushed out of the open door.
She lives on the eighth floor of the apartment building.
The elevator was downstairs, and she anxiously pressed the button. Normally she'd have the patience to wait, but not now.
Song Wanyue cursed under her breath and continued running towards the stairs.
Seventh floor.
Six floors.
Huhu——
Fortunately, she enjoys sports, and her older brother always encouraged her to exercise when she was little; otherwise, she might be struggling to breathe by now.
Five floors.
Four floors.
Coming soon.
Song Wanyue, hang in there a little longer.
Four floors.
Ok?
Four floors.
Song Wanyue stopped running downstairs abruptly. She was panting heavily, frowning as she looked at the number four on the wall.
She's already run three laps and is still on the fourth floor. Is this what they call being trapped in a maze?
A cold wind whistled behind her, making her feel chilly all over.
My toes were twitching, and the soles of my feet felt like I was stepping on ice.
Song Wanyue hugged herself tightly, then turned around, sensing something.
A faint figure appeared not far away.
She wasn't nearsighted, but no matter how carefully she looked, she couldn't make out the shape of the figure opposite her.
"who are you?"
"If you have any grievances, tell me. I have never harmed anyone since I was a child. Even ghosts have to be reasonable. You can't harm me for no reason."
I wonder if it's true that humans and ghosts can't communicate.
She's like the Shining; she blinks and gets closer and closer to her.
Song Wanyue is an atheist, but she has long known that ghosts exist in this world.
She swallowed nervously and looked around.
My brain was working frantically, trying to come up with a solution.
"Calm down, I need to calm down."
She had to find a way to save herself; she couldn't die here.
The figure approached step by step.
Song Wanyue was not about to surrender. She found a broom in the corner and picked it up.
It might not work, but she can't just stand there and wait.
Her heart was pounding with anxiety.
A beam of light shone up from downstairs and suddenly shone on the figure.