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Chapter 555 There is a problem

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    "Okay, now you can open your eyes."

    Yang Jian's voice rang next to his ears, and when Miao Xiaoshan opened his eyes again, he found that he was actually in the school's basketball hall.

    The lights of the basketball hall have been turned on, and there is no one here at this time, only the two of them.

    Miao Xiaoshan was a little bit resistant to this weird change of position, appearing in an impossible place in a short period of time. Although she felt strange, she did not panic.

    "It should be safe here, right?" Miao Xiaoshan asked.

    Yang Jian rubbed his forehead, and sat casually in an auditorium: "I don't know, if that thing starts killing people, no place in this city is safe,"

    "Is it the oil painting in my bedroom?" Miao Xiaoshan sat down next to Yang Jian, and then began to tidy up the unworn shoes.

    Yang Jiandao: "That's just one of the oil paintings. It's a weird and terrifying curse. As long as it appears, people will be killed by ghosts. The source has not yet been determined. Recently, many people have a headache about this matter.  .¡±

    "Is it dangerous? How does it compare to the ghosts in No. 7 Middle School at that time?" Miao Xiaoshan asked after a moment of silence.

    "It's the same for ordinary people, there is not much difference, but it is very different for me. When I was in No. 7 Middle School, I could save a few, but if I was targeted by this thing, I might die too."

    Yang Jiandao: "Do you still remember what Zhou Zheng said in class at that time?"

    Miao Xiaoshan nodded.

    "The law of killing ghosts is very important. If you confirm this point, you can at least ensure that you can survive in front of ghosts, but the problem is that you can only understand the law of killing ghosts after contacting ghosts." Speaking of this, Yang Jian slightly  He raised his head to look at Miao Xiaoshan's tense cute face.

    "This process needs to be tried with one's life. Some people make mistakes and die for no apparent reason. Some people only survive if they try right. For most ordinary people, there is only one chance of trial and error."

    "No one is so lucky to be able to discover the law of killing ghosts in one go, so the best way is to stay away from such incidents. You have experienced the incident in No. 7 Middle School, and you should be clear that this is not the time to think about other people, but  It¡¯s one more life, and if they don¡¯t appreciate it, don¡¯t worry about them.¡±

    "Otherwise, you will die too."

    Miao Xiaoshan lowered his head slightly and said: "But they are my roommates, so they can't just leave us alone, right? Didn't you save us when we were in No. 7 Middle School?"

    "People cannot be saved forever."

    Yang Jian said in a low voice: "There are more and more incidents like this, and more and more people are killed. If everyone wants to save, then you can't save anyone, because you will die faster than them.  Zhou Zheng is the best example, I don¡¯t want to be the second Zhou Zheng, if I have to make a choice, why don¡¯t I ensure the safety of my family and friends first?¡±

    "Yang Jian, you have changed from before." Miao Xiaoshan muttered.

    "You are so kind. If I thought the same as you, I would have died long ago." Yang Jian said.

    Miao Xiaoshan said: "Forget it, can we stop arguing? Since that painting is so dangerous, can you find a way to get all the people in the dormitory to leave? I don't want them to experience that kind of terrible thing, after all, supernatural events  It's too cruel for them I beg you."

    Seeing that Yang Jian was still indifferent, she pulled Yang Jian's arm in a begging manner.

    "You don't need to ask me, you just need to say that you need my help."

    Yang Jian didn't say much, but directly picked up the satellite positioning mobile phone: "It's useless for us to talk about the evacuation of a dormitory building. Maybe we will be arrested as a lunatic."

    "Here, only the headquarters has this ability."

    Soon, the satellite positioning mobile phone got through.

    "Liu Xiaoyu, it's me." Yang Jian said.

    "I heard, what's the matter?" Liu Xiaoyu responded positively.

    Yang Jian said: "I'm on the basketball court of the university now, and there are ghost paintings in the female dormitory building of this university. You'd better inform the school and ask them to evacuate everyone in the dormitory building."

    "How far has the situation developed now? Are there any casualties?" Liu Xiaoyu's speech speed immediately accelerated, appearing urgent.

    "The person hasn't died yet, but a ghost painting appeared in a dormitory building, so the death will happen sooner or later." Yang Jian said.

    &?An oil painting brought back from the museum.  "

    Having said that, the more she thought about it, the more uneasy she became.

    If what Yang Jian said is true, the oil painting in question is near his bed, less than four meters away.

    Sun Yujia hesitated for a long time, but finally mustered up the courage, lifted a corner of the quilt secretly, poked his eyes out to look at Zhang Xia's bed, and wanted to see if there was really something wrong with the oil painting.

    But when her eyes fell on the lower bunk opposite, she found that the oil painting that was originally placed there was no longer there.

    "Huh? Gone."

    Sun Yujia froze for a moment, then looked around in a panic.

    She clearly remembered that the painting was put there, and Yang Jian and Miao Xiaoshan didn't take it away when they left just now, so it disappeared after a while.

    The weird and abnormal things accelerated the uneasiness in her heart.

    soon.

    Sun Yujia found the old oil painting.

    Still in the dormitory, but not in the previous position, but strangely appeared beside Wang Yue's bedside.

    "Wang Yue" she subconsciously cried out in panic.

    The string in my heart was completely broken, and Sun Yujia believed at this moment that there was really something wrong with the oil painting in her bedroom.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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