Chapter 163 Chapter 21 Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva

"No way! This is Yufeng Primary School?" The scalpel was stunned, looking at him with contempt: "Even a beggar wouldn't go to school in such a ghostly place!" "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I raised my head to look at the bright moon, and lowered my head to think about my hometown." There was a sound of reading from a room next to it. Poetry readings. "Where is it?" Conan Doyle looked away from the several deserted houses directly opposite, and followed the sound to find it. After searching for a long time, I finally saw human traces in a corner room.A female teacher walked up and down on the podium, but because of the wall blocking her, she could not see the pupils below.

Compared with the other dilapidated houses, it was considered a good house. Although the soil around it had faded a lot, the house was still holding on and showed no signs of collapsing. "Come on, let's take a look." Yin Hui walked up first. "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon and look down at my hometown." The sound of reading in the house is still orderly, as if singing a rhyming song. But when Yin Hui walked in slowly, his eyes widened, because he saw clearly the woman standing on the podium, she was so familiar.

Conan Doyle also stepped up to his knees and hurriedly followed.When she saw the woman on the podium, she also froze, staring at the woman with incredulous eyes. The rest of the people were also stunned one by one, as if they saw the unsolved mysteries of the world, their faces were full of great doubts. "What's going on here? Lan Ting...why are you standing on the podium." The scalpel spoke first. That's right, the one standing on the podium giving lectures and reciting poems was Lan Ting. When everyone got closer, everyone was shocked, because there were no students on the table below, and the sound of reading was still coming over continuously, as if there were more than 30 students. More than 30 students were sitting in empty seats, reciting poems.

"Lanting, why are you here?" Conan Doyle yelled, but Lan Ting continued to recite as if he didn't notice them at all. His face was pale, and his long hair hung loose in front of him, covering his facial features.No blood can be seen on the skin of the body. "The bright moonlight in front of the bed is suspected to be frost on the ground. Look up at the bright moon and look down at your hometown." Lang Lang's reading sound still didn't stop because of their arrival, as if they didn't exist. But it was empty below, only Lan Ting was wandering around in the classroom, more than 30 voices seemed to come from her mouth alone.

Yin Hui rushed up first, pressed the index and middle fingers of his right hand together, pulled out one of her hair, and lit it with a lighter. A slight puff of smoke from the hair actually turned into a grimace, suspended in the air, smirking at Yin Hui, as if mocking him. "Lan Ting, wake up quickly." Yin Hui hurriedly shouted with nervousness and concern on his face.But Lan Ting pretended that he didn't exist, and still turned around to read the poems, with a faint smile on the corner of her mouth, which seemed to be mocking. "Wake up quickly." Yin Hui bit his finger and forced a bloody handprint on her brow.

The moment the self-blood was pressed down, the room suddenly became completely silent, and the sound of reading aloud disappeared with a whoosh. "Yin Hui?" Lan Ting's gentle voice sounded, and then her body softened, and she fell directly to the ground. He hurriedly caught his weak body, but unexpectedly it was icy cold. "Jingle bell, jingle bell!" A crisp bell sound reached their ears. Yin Hui immediately raised his head alertly, and he found that the bell was ringing from the back of this dilapidated house. "No, we were fooled." Yin Hui shouted, carrying Lan Ting on his back.

Conan Doyle had already rushed out of the house, looking for the source of the sound. Yin Hui also rushed out, threw Lan Ting into the car, and quickly ran towards the ringtone. When he ran past this dilapidated courtyard, he discovered that there was another brand new courtyard alongside the courtyard.There are various basic facilities in the school inside, and several elementary school students are playing in it at the moment. "School is over?" Conan Doyle frowned and rushed in hastily, ignoring the blocking of the security guards at the door. There were special forces, and they had the privilege to break into any place.

It's just that the school logo above the gate is gone. "Where's your teacher?" Conan Doyle asked one of the little girls playing. "Inside the office." "Oh! Why don't you go home for dinner?" "We don't eat." After the little girl finished speaking, the five or six children who were with her laughed. "Don't eat?" Conan Doyle was stunned for a moment, staring at them straightly: "Then what do you eat if you don't eat?" "We eat human flesh." The little girl replied very skillfully, as if it was a matter of course.

"Cannibalism?" Conan Doyle stared at the little girl, "Yin Hui, they left it to you." Yin Hui just ran over from the car, looked at the children, and nodded.She walked up to a few children, and then smiled: "Who taught you to say that?" "It's the teacher. The teacher said that if anyone asks him, just say that I am in the office. If someone asks why we don't go to eat, just say that we eat human flesh." "Well, so good." Yin Hui patted her on the head, and then smiled: "Hurry up and eat! If you go late, there will be no food."

Several little girls ran away laughing and chirping. He straightened up and saw that Conan Doyle was about to open the door of the office. "Stop, Conan Doyle." Yin Hui shouted, and hurried up. But it was too late, Conan Doyle's hands had already pushed the door open, and the creaking sound seemed like rows of nails being driven into his heart. "Conan Doyle, come out quickly, come out quickly." He shouted loudly, and then rushed up. But it was still too late, a series of rays of light flashed inside, and the rays of light actually materialized, hitting Conan Doyle's body, her body flew upside down, and finally landed on the playground with a bang, her throat felt hot, Spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Quack quack quack quack quack quack quack." There was a burst of sharp ridicule from the office.Yin Hui hurried up and kicked open the office door forcefully. bang bang bang... The office door swayed back and forth a few times, and finally cracked open with a crack, and completely stopped moving.It was pitch black inside, and I couldn't see my fingers. Whizzing. Yin Hui's hands flicked twice, and a spell appeared in his hand. The yellow spell burned with his movements, completely illuminating the small room. Two tables are side by side against the wall.The soil layer on the wall was peeled off, the table was covered with ashes, and there were no office supplies on the empty table, obviously it had been abandoned for a long time. "No, I am in ambush." ​​Yin Hui scolded, he felt that this time he was really being manipulated as a pawn, and he did exactly what others wanted. "Go to Luo Juan quickly, our purpose is to protect Luo Juan." Yin Hun shouted, and backed out quickly at the same time. The scalpel wanted to help Conan Doyle to rest in the car, but she refused to leave the team without saying anything, insisted on standing up, and gave orders: "Hurry up and search, and see if you can find traces of Luo Juan." After speaking, he first rushed to a classroom on the left by himself, and kicked the door open with a bang. Empty, without anyone. "boom!" He kicked open a door again. A little dirty girl's eyes were full of endless fear, and she stared straight at Conan Doyle, her eyes flickering with the light reflected from the outside window. "Are you Luo Juan?" Conan Doyle asked. The little girl smiled faintly, and then said, "Yes! I am Luo Juan. It's raining outside, and I'll wait for my grandma to pick me up." "Come with me quickly! Your grandma is waiting for you at home, and I will take you home." "Okay, I'll go home with you." The little girl nodded, and then walked up lightly, seemingly without making a sound. A ray of sunlight came in from the window, and the dark shadows of the tables and stools seemed to be painted black on the ground, which looked shocking. "Huh? Isn't that right?" When Conan Doyle turned his eyes back to the little girl, he gasped in fright. Because he found that the little girl had no shadow, and her feet were bare, leaving no shadow on the ground. "You..." She took a step back. But this didn't affect the little girl's pace of moving forward, slap, slap, so steady. Conan Doyle looked up again. She was a little flustered this time, because he found that the little girl's hair had disappeared at some point, and the top of the head was bald, without facial features, just a layer of skin, clean skin, and it looked well maintained " Get out of here." Conan Doyle hastily pulled out his gun, and shot randomly at the girl without facial features. Bang bang bang... The gunshots kept ringing. But every time the shot was fired, the little girl's body would change position.She didn't see exactly how she was moving.It seems to be the same as Monkey King changing from one place to another. "Sister, take me away, take me away. Haha! Haha!" The little girl's sharp laughter came one after another, as if it was the sound of metal colliding.Conan Doyle shot the gun in his hand, and felt that he was not his opponent, so he turned and prepared to go out. boom. Accidentally, he bumped into the wall behind him.Her eyes widened in disbelief, and she searched around the walls, hoping to find the door. But what made him feel strange was that there was no door behind him!Just a bare wall. "Not good, it's an enchantment again." Conan Doyle muttered to himself, and the gun in his hand burst into flames, hoping to see the bullets flying out from a certain direction. "Sister, take me away, take me away." The little girl's voice suddenly appeared above her head. She hurriedly raised her head, only to see that the little girl's body was actually hanging upside down on the beam, her feet were wrapped around a rope on the roof, and she was hanging down. The bald, skinny face was right in front of her eyes. dangling. "Take me away, hehe! Take me away! Take me away quickly." The girl started screaming hysterically.The voice came from the throat, and it sounded a bit muffled. boom…… The most basic professional reaction, she punched up and hit the bald head. Wow... That head actually looked like a rotten watermelon, the brain matter and blood in it flowed out, dipping her hand, it was sticky. The little girl fell from the beam, her head was shattered into four petals, and the blood-red brains gushed out from the head. "You... take me away!" The little girl actually stood up from the floor again. The broken head was shocking, and blood gushed out from it, like a small fountain, with warm liquid gushing on Conan. Doyle's face. The hand that was like a skinny bamboo pole slowly climbed up her body.From the legs to the waist, then from the waist to the chest.to the face. Conan Doyle backed up again and again, but those hands firmly grasped her collar, preventing her from backing up. "Let go of me, you let me go." Conan Doyle roared vigorously, grabbing the pair of skinny bamboo poles that were about to be tied down with both hands. "Hey! Will you take me away?" The little girl still did not give up and asked, the pair of skinny bamboo poles came from nowhere and wanted to penetrate Conan Doyle's chest. "Get out of here." Even though Conan Doyle exhausted his strength, the little girl's hand was filled with tremendous divine power, counteracting her strength again and again, and that finger pierced into her flesh again and again . "Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva..." Conan Doyle shouted out the Buddhist mantra in pain. what! Hearing the Buddha's chant, the little girl's body flew upside down and hit the wall behind her. Her broken head fell completely, and a bowl-sized scar on her neck was very dazzling. Blood spurted out. Conan Doyle was out of breath, rushed forward frantically, clenched his fists, and punched the little girl, and kept shouting: "Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, Namo Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva." The sound of bang bang bang bang was still ringing, the little girl seemed to be very afraid of this Buddha's name, she had no strength to fight back, her body was weak and boneless, and she was like a doll, being beaten into weird postures by Conan Doyle.