Chapter 662: Can't Afford to Offend

"At this time, a gust of wind blew, and a photo appeared on the tombstone. Although the photo became blurred after being exposed to wind and rain, it can still be identified if you look closely. It is the gravekeeper who brought them here!"

"This gravekeeper is the murdered caregiver-Liu Genfu.

"Although Azhe figured it all out, it was too late. The gravekeeper took off his straw hat and sunglasses on his face. Under the sunglasses were a pair of bloody eye holes."

"His eyes were dug out, and even his head was shaky, as if it would fall off his neck at any time."

"Eyes"

"Such beautiful eyes"

"Liu Genfu slowly walked towards Azhe and his children. A lot of blood was pouring out of his face, but he was smiling and kept smiling until he stuck his hands into their eyes. "

The man's story ended here, but it left everyone with something to think about. The protagonist in the story, Azhe, was obviously the man in front of him.

Both his temperament and his voice when he spoke were very consistent.

But in the story, the ghost wanted Azhe's son's eyes, but now the man can stand here and tell them this story, which means Azhe himself is dead.

Jiang Cheng thought about it from another perspective, maybe Azhe voluntarily gave up his eyes to protect his son.

He also fulfilled his promise and was willing to give anything for his son.

"Okay, we've finished our stories." The man raised his head slightly and looked at Jiang Cheng and the others, "It's your turn. "

From Jiang Cheng's perspective, he could see that the man in the dark had no eyes, only a pair of empty eye sockets, and the area around the eye sockets was full of dried blood.

After the last person finished telling his story, the rest of the people began to look at Jiang Cheng, the female student, the writer, the woman in red, the black car driver, and the resident singer Azhe.

Slowly, even their bodies changed. The female student's eyes turned blood red, the writer's scarf around her neck fell off, revealing the blue marks inside, the red-clothed woman's legs seemed to be unstable and kept shaking, the black car driver's left hand hidden in his sleeve stretched out, missing a middle finger, and Azhe, whose eyes had been dug out, his head was shaking from side to side, as if it would fall off at any time.

Huai Yi and the fat man also found something wrong. These were not people, they were all ghosts! But they had no way to escape.

Instinct told them that there might be more terrifying guys hiding in the darkness nearby than those in front of them.

"Why don't you speak?" The female student looked resentful, "Don't you have any stories to tell? "

"If they don't have a story, it means they weren't invited!" The black taxi driver's voice was shrill and particularly unpleasant.

The woman in red was even crazier than them. She seemed to be sure that they had no story to tell. Her legs twisted strangely, as if she was ready to pounce at any time, "We want to hear stories! We want to hear your stories!"

Huai Yi couldn't help but hug the fat man, his face full of fear and trembling.

The "people" who saw this scene became even crazier. They slowly approached the few people and surrounded them.

Just when the scene was about to get out of control, a burst of laughter suddenly rang out, with a hint of undisguised disdain.

"That's it?" Jiang Cheng shook his head, rolled his eyes and glanced at the few people who surrounded him and said, "I really overestimated your dishes."

"You have the nerve to tell such a bad story. Are you here to make people laugh?"

Everyone was stunned for a few seconds after hearing this, and then Azhe's voice rang out, "Do you have a story?"

"I have many stories. I'm thinking about which one to start with. "Jiang Cheng didn't even look at him, as if he had no interest in him.

The woman in red whispered threateningly: "Before you start, I need to remind you that the story you are going to tell must be true."

"Don't think you can get away with a made-up or hearsay story. You can't hide it from our eyes."

"If you make up a story and we find out, you will have to accept the corresponding punishment!"

Jiang Cheng paused for a moment and started his first story.

"I have a friend." Jiang Cheng said: "He was once invited to a school to shoot an anniversary celebration, and the finale was a girls' chorus."

"But when he finished shooting the rehearsal and went back to look at the photos he took, he found something very strange."

"There were 48 girls in the chorus, but there were 49 in the photos taken."

"One more person? "Perhaps the scene in the academy made the female student feel involved, and a trace of fear appeared on her face for a moment.

But what she didn't expect was that Jiang Cheng actually stopped, then turned his head mechanically, stared at her, and showed a weird smile after a moment, "Yes, there is one more person."

Jiang Cheng emphasized the last word "person".

The female student couldn't help but shrink her neck and stopped talking.

"The weirdness of this school is far more than that. Later, according to his inquiries, he found that there were almost no male teachers in the school, and even the school security guards were women."

"And he also found in the school's archives that a first-level dancer was forced to graduate, and the girl who appeared in the chorus was among them."

"She was killed by someone." Jiang Cheng lowered his voice: "By a shameless lie from a man."

"This man was his teacher. At this time, he already had a girlfriend, but he kept pestering her, but later he was worried that the matter would be exposed, so he cried thief and bit back, saying that it was the female student who kept seducing him. "

"Amid the stares and accusations, the female student hanged herself in her favorite dance studio."

"From then on, there was one less dancing white swan on campus, but one more evil ghost with tight insteps and strange steps."

"Every midnight, in the empty practice room, the mirror on the wall would reflect the weird dance of the female student."

"But she is not the only one."

"She would also drag the people she killed into the mirror and dance with them."

"Among them was the male teacher who killed him at the time. His jaw was broken alive and he stayed in the mirror forever to atone for his sins."

Jiang Cheng paused and stopped talking here: "My story is over."

"Over?" The people who gathered around were listening attentively, "What happened next? What happened to your friend in the end?"

Jiang Cheng was talking about the school copy in the past. He wanted to say more, but if he said more, he would be exposed. He couldn't say that he solved the task and went home.

He glanced at everyone with a look that said you'd better not ask, "Believe me, it's best that no one will ever know the rest of the story."

When the writer who had been making the most noise just now met Jiang Cheng's gaze, he suddenly lost his temper. He saw the words "can't afford to offend" in those eyes.