Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

Chapter 260

Lin Youwei was stunned for a long time.

Her red lips slightly parted, and her fair face was full of astonishment.

For her, the conversation between Jiang Chen and the headless ghost was a little too dramatic.

From gentle inquiries at the beginning, to enthusiastic help, to misunderstandings, and finally hysteria, and then killing!

Every time was unexpected, but when you think about it carefully, it makes sense.

None of this is important.

The key is that your emotional changes make you look more like a ghost!

"What's wrong?" Jiang Chen turned his head and looked at her. The gentle voice fell into Lin Youwei's ears, and it seemed to have a different meaning.

She shook her head hurriedly: "I'm fine!"

Then she realized something: "No, Jiang Chen, are you okay? I just thought you were bewitched by a powerful ghost in the dark."

Lin Youwei remembered.

She was a C-master and should protect Jiang Chen. Why did she suspect others?

"Of course I'm fine. This little boy ghost has special abilities. Just now, for a moment, I mistakenly thought that the stone pillar was my head, and I was a little emotional." Jiang Chen explained.

Lin Youwei hesitated to speak.

She clearly saw that Jiang Chen was the only one who was in charge of the whole process. He brought the stone pillar and said that the stone pillar was the head. How come in the end, it was all the fault of the headless boy?

"As expected of Jiang Chen, he kills the ghost and destroys the heart, just like he bullied those little hooligans at the school gate back then..."

She murmured and figured everything out.

"Let's go, the community cram school should be in the building in front."

"Okay!"

...

The two came to the most remote building, where the wall skin fell off in a large area and the base of the wall was full of mold.

The children's playful sounds heard earlier came from this building.

Standing downstairs at this moment, those sounds became much smaller.

You can see it after entering.

The white wall on the side of the stairs is dirty and messy, covered with graffiti.

There are also some red words.

Words with unclear meanings.

"Come and catch me!"

"The person who is caught will be a ghost."

"I don't want to be a ghost, I don't want to be a ghost..."

"Ghosts are here to catch people~~"

"I'm hiding in a place you'll never think of, come find me, if you can't find me, I'll come find you..."

"Don't play hide-and-seek at night!!"

"..."

These words are weirder than the last, and the fonts are crooked, obviously written by children, but some of the words are so high that adults can't reach them even if they stand on tiptoe, and they don't know how they were written.

The two of them only took a look and didn't say much.

They had read the information a long time ago, and naturally understood that the most terrifying ghost in this building was related to hide-and-seek, so it was normal to have such graffiti and fonts.

"The cram school is on the third floor."

Lin Youwei reminded and walked in front.

The higher she went, the more vague and quiet the noise of the children became, but the cold atmosphere became worse.

When she was about to reach the third floor.

Lin Youwei suddenly heard a clear hum.

"Don't go upstairs after midnight..."

"...When you go upstairs, don't look back..."

At this time, she was standing on the last step of the third floor. The sound seemed to be in a house in front, but suddenly it changed its location, as if it came from the fourth floor.

When Lin Youwei listened carefully.

What made her body stiff was.

The voice sounded directly beside her ear.

"Look back... and sacrifice your life!"

There was a cold touch on her ankle, and when she lowered her head, she saw a pale ghost hand.

"Looking for death!" Lin Youwei's expression turned cold, and a talisman appeared on her fingertips. She turned her head and saw a little girl of eleven or twelve squatting behind her, with a malicious face.

The other person's face was crooked, as if she had suffered a serious injury before her death, which was very scary and creepy.

Lin Youwei's eyes widened.

But it was not because of the girl's terrifying appearance.

But she saw that behind the little girl, there was another figure, crouching, slowly approaching, and stretched out his broad hands to hold the girl's ankles.

"What is Jiang Chen doing? Does he want to drag a stair ghost down the stairs and kill him?"

Lin Youwei was almost petrified for a moment.

She even forgot to defend herself with her true energy.

A strong force came from her feet, and she staggered and fell backwards uncontrollably.

"Not good!"

Although she couldn't be killed by an evil ghost.

But if she got hurt this time, it would be troublesome to face the evil ghost later.

Fortunately, at this time.

A broad palm firmly supported Lin Youwei's upturned part.

Jiang Chen straightened up and pushed her down little by little, and in his other hand, he held the little girl with a look of astonishment.

"This little girl is really ignorant. Singing in a residential building late at night is too uncultured."

"UncleI'll punish you..."

"You can never sing again! !"

The words fell.

He swung the little ghost girl in his hand and smashed it out. With a scream, the bright red color instantly splashed all over half of the white wall.

"You got it easy."

He had other work to do, but in order to save people, he had to kill the little girl with one blow.

After muttering, Jiang Chen turned to Lin Youwei: "Are you okay?"

The other party's face flushed red: "I... I'm not, it's okay, can you let go of my hand, Jiang classmate?"

Jiang Chen was very calm: "Oh, okay, I was afraid you didn't stand firmly. "

Speaking reluctantly, he moved his left hand away from the elastic place.

Lin Youwei lowered her head, almost buried it in the mountains, pursed her lips, and her ears were red, obviously at a loss.

To ease the embarrassment.

Jiang Chen pondered for two seconds and changed the subject: "By the way, if you wear these leather combat pants, will it bulge when you fart?"

"Ah? ! ..."

"Don't get me wrong, I just want to confirm whether you farted just now, and I don't know if my hand is clean..."

"Jiang! Chen! Classmate! "

Finally.

He successfully eased the embarrassment.

At this moment, Lin Youwei was not shy at all, her eyes were glaring like a tigress, and she was boiling with murderous intent, wishing to pin Jiang Chen to the ground and beat him up.

"Forget it, there is a cram school upstairs, and evil spirits may appear at any time. You can't be so reckless anymore, and you must follow me closely! "

She spoke angrily and walked up first.

Arrived at the fourth floor.

The old wooden door on the left had long been damaged.

The right was the landlord's house. Although it used an anti-theft door, it was old and rusty, and the door could not be closed.

Strangely, there was still some laughter downstairs, but after coming up, all the sounds stopped abruptly and became dead silent.

It was in contrast to the sounds heard before.

It seemed even more weird.

The two pushed the door open.

There were several simple tables and chairs in the living room.

The house was covered with dust everywhere, and it was obvious that no one had lived there for a long time.

The two turned on the flashlight and searched the room.

"Come and see, what is this? "Lin Youwei suddenly shouted.

Jiang Chen walked over and saw a picture album on a desk. There was no dust on it, as if someone had just used it.

The two flipped through it casually. There were several paintings in the album, all composed of simple lines. The paintings were ugly, probably at the level of third grade in elementary school.

But in the upper left corner of each painting, there was a name written solemnly.

The first painting was called: "Teacher"

It was composed of four pictures. First, there was a woman with a black outline walking towards the toilet, and then there was a picture of her lying on the sink.

From the third picture, it became weird.

A red little man came behind the teacher.

The fourth picture was a red little man lying on the teacher's head. The teacher was motionless and buried his head in the sink. It is worth mentioning that the lines drawing the teacher at this moment also turned red, which seemed to have some meaning.

Just when the two finished looking at the painting.

The sound of water suddenly came from the toilet not far away, intermittently, a bit like a person lying on the sink, washing his hair.