"Lu Ping said, 'He, he's out...' The head teacher thought she was talking nonsense and still asked, 'Where has he gone?'' He went downstairs...' The head teacher thought, it would be better to let Lu Ping follow the monster that was created in the fantasy and see where she went to, so a large group of people followed her. They walked and walked out of Chunshan Town in the quiet middle of the night around them. Finally, when they came to a lake, Lu Ping shouted, 'He jumped down...' To this extent, everyone could not continue to follow, so they had to go back to the dormitory to sleep."

Ye Yuhu really hoped that Bei Xiaodan was so scared that he hugged him, but Bei Xiaodan had nothing to do and was still staring at the teacher stupidly. So he hoped that the teacher would tell the story the more terrifying the better.

"The next day, the school couldn't help but notify the relevant departments. The police station sent several people to salvage the lake and found a male corpse. It turned out that a few months ago, a boy disappeared from the high school. The police officers searched everywhere but failed, and they could not have drowned here."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief: "It's only to this level? It's not too scary!" Ye Yuhu looked even more disappointed.

Liao Xuebing squirted out a puff of smoke, and the smoke wrapped around his face: "Do you know what lake that boy drowned?"

Everyone couldn't help but look at the lake...

"Yes...yes, he drowned in Bibo Lake..."

"Ah--" Everyone screamed in shock, and Ye Yuhu jumped up like a burning butt: "What?"

"I was swimming this afternoon, and I always felt a shadow swaying around the lake. At first I thought it was a fish, but then Ye Yuhu and Bei Xiaodan suddenly sank, and I felt strange." Liao Xuebing's face was gloomy, as if it was a fear of surviving the disaster. "When I went down to save people, I felt that someone grabbed my feet, otherwise I would have saved them with my usual skills. But this time, I always felt that someone was holding me from behind and not letting me float..."

He was word by word, his voice was long. Although Four Eyes and others did not believe in the sayings of ghosts, they were also unconsciously brought into the atmosphere. "The teacher is really perverted. He actually said such things. What if he can't sleep?"

In the dark night, Ye Yuhu recalled what happened in the afternoon and felt strange and inexplicable. Why did he suddenly sink into the water? He couldn't help but look at Bei Xiaodan and found that the other party was as shocked as he did.

He smiled and said, "Teacher, you are really good at bragging, but you don't find it interesting at all. I think we'd better go to bed."

Wu Chunxing seemed to remember something, panic, and said, "Teacher, have you remembered it wrong? My dad is a household registration police officer. He used to say that a little girl died here more than ten years ago, not a boy."

Liao Xuebing never thought that a random story would make up with Bibo Lake and would make these boys lose their souls. He nodded and said, "Okay, whether it is a little girl or a boy, go to bed."

After listening to this story, everyone felt that it was not very interesting to continue playing, so they went back to the tent to rest.

Light a plate of mosquito coils, the noise slowly calmed down, the bonfire gradually burned out, the dark clouds blocked the moon, and the camp was pitch black. Lao Liao got into the sleeping bag and was too tired to discipline these naughty students. He fell asleep in a short while.

Half an hour later, Liao Xuebing was half asleep and half awake. In a daze, he heard the sound of slashing in the grass in the distance, followed by a girl's voice, "One, two, three, four, five, six..." and it was particularly clear in the silent forest.

Liao Xuebing turned over and muttered, "Damn, these students are really restless and are making trouble again."

Not long after, the young girl's voice sounded again: "One, two, three, four, five, six..." The sound was intermittent, ethereal and gloomy, as if far and near. Liao Xuebing was so angry that he was quarreled. He listened carefully and found that the sound came from a far place on the other side of the lake, and then almost made it in the camp. It was really strange.

"Ah? How could there be a little girl's voice?" Liao Xuebing heard it more and more wrong, and it was a bit weird. How could a little girl run here to count in the middle of the night? In addition to the roar of insects and the sound of leaves, it was the strange sound. Of course, there were also the snoring of several male classmates. Lao Liao began to feel a little uneasy, and Wu Chunxing's words flashed inadvertently, "My father is a household registration police officer. He used to say that a little girl died here more than ten years ago..." It wouldn't be such a coincidence?

"I'm probably really tired and have hallucinations. I'd better go to bed early." Lao Liao thought so, but the little girl's voice never stopped. How could he sleep? He wanted to wake up Zhou An nearby to ask, but he was afraid of being ridiculed and became more and more uneasy.

I drank some water before going to bed. At this time, I felt like I was urinating and couldn't hold it in. So I got up and peed behind the tree. He was pulling it happily. When he saw a white shadow floating behind the tree, he was still in a trance. Suddenly, someone patted his shoulder. He quickly turned his head to see, but he saw nothing. The nerves that were already very tense couldn't help but lose their souls. A numbness spread from the tailbone to the brain. He quickly lifted his pants and crawled back to the tent, his legs trembling slightly.

Liao Xuebing is a person with a dual personality. He is sensitive and lonely inside and is easily subject to psychological hints. He is unable to say anything about unknown things. If he is deeply wary, he will also develop fear.

He slowly adjusted his breathing evenly, his ears approached the ground, and heard a very subtle sound of footsteps and laughter. He suddenly realized and felt a little ashamed, "Maybe it was a trick for students to play. How could there be ghosts in this world? Should I be afraid even if there are ghosts? I am full of righteousness, and I have to retreat when I see them." The little girl's counting sound was a little unpredictable. Each sentence had the same tone, speed, and interval as the previous sentence. It was really strange. As for what Wu Chunxing said, it was definitely what they discussed in advance to give him psychological hints at that time. Because Lao Liao suddenly remembered that the archives recorded that Wu Chunxing's father's profession was a decoration designer.
Chapter completed!