Girls’ Dormitory Escape

    "Do you really believe Wei Xian?"

    In the bedroom, Guo Guotuo stared at the door with her chin and asked worriedly.

    "If a person can be obsessed and fall into the same pit twice, she will most likely fall into the third time."

    Tang Xin Jue.

    From experience, Wei Xian has absolutely no resistance to this kind of verbal temptation, otherwise she would not be the first victim of the transfer technique.

    "In contrast, we need to worry more about whether Wei Xian can persuade her master." After all, the other party is the cunning liar.

    Listening to Tang Xinjue's analysis, Zhang You drew a bunch of logic lines on the paper, still frowning, sighed, "I really can't calculate people's hearts, make up your mind, you think you are successful Is the rate high?"

    Tang Xinjue seemed to be relatively relaxed, and she was thinking of doing a watering experiment on the toilet in front of the sink, but she was spit out by the rubber head.

    "If we pretend to be Wei Xian to negotiate, the imitation is not in place, but it will make people suspicious. This matter is best done by the real Wei Xian, and the success rate can be maximized - of course, even if it fails, It doesn't mean there is no other way."

    Fortunately, things developed as expected. After half a day, Jin Wen's message came:

    —Success, come quickly.

    In bedroom 612, Wei Xian stared at the phone screen, as if there were some monsters inside.

    Master's warning and anger were especially in her ears, but a stronger desire for quick success overwhelmed her reason and fear of Master, prompting her to make up an urgent reason, and then click down the video key.

    At the moment when the connection request that lasted for a long time was finally connected, a man with a fat head and ears appeared on the other end of the screen, his eyebrows were violent: "What's the matter..."

    Weixian's dull face finally showed a trace of fear, she opened her mouth to speak, but suddenly a familiar voice sounded in her ear, but her heart was tight:

    "Since I'm looking for you, of course I have something important to do."

      Heart trick.

    Wei Xian was shocked: "You guys!"

    She didn't have time to say the next words, her hand was already empty, and the phone entered the other party's hand.

    The fat man on the screen was stunned for a second. When he saw Tang Xinjue's smiling face, he was about to shout angrily, but he didn't say anything but realized that it was not good, and immediately reached out his hand like lightning to turn off the video—

    Pop.

    The man's hand froze in the air.

    The next moment, a pig-like howl resounded from his twisted face, ignoring the mobile phone on the table, and tore the rubber object on his face with both hands.

    The bedroom was also silent.

    Everyone watched Tang Xinjue take a toilet out of nowhere, and then watched it pass through the phone screen and directly hit the fat man's cracked face.

    Wear, pass, phone screen?

    [Shuttle: There is no medium I cannot penetrate, if there is, please continue to upgrade. ]

    [From now on, in all horror movies, it is not necessarily a ghost hand that crawls out of the screen, it may also be a toilet. ]

    The suction force of the toilet is not something that a fat man can easily break free. He tried desperately to break free, and immediately asked in a trembling voice: "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

    Tang Xinjue's hand was as steady as a mountain, and she said gently: "You should answer this question. Using the so-called transfer technique to harm students, what benefits can it bring you?"

    When he mentioned the transfer technique, the fat man calmed down, and said in a loud voice: "It was my mistake, I didn't count that there is a capable fellow here. Since everyone is from the same class, it is better to unravel the illusion. If you speak, why go to war when you come up?"

    After interpreting toilet flushing as a hallucination, the fat man felt relieved.

    Tang Xinjue smiled: "If you still want your own head, it's better not to waste time."

    After saying that, a stream of water spurted out of the toilet, and the man was caught off guard from inhaling his nose. His entire face was flushed red, and he immediately fluttered like a fish on a cutting board: "Don't do it! If you kill me , no one knows how to crack the death curse of the yellow talisman!"

    Yellow talisman curse?

    Tang Xinjue blinked: "It has been taken directly from the door and burned."

    The man was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "Then you will surely die, they will haunt you forever, ahem... those, those souls who died of a curse before..."

    Tang Xinjue: "But as far as I know, the curse of the yellow talisman has no solution."

      The death curse of the yellow talisman is my masterpiece, when they all die, the souls can be returned to my envoy... ah ah ah!"

    The suction on his face was deeper, and there was a kind of icy cold, reminding him of his current situation.

    The man paused for a moment, then turned to please: "But it doesn't matter if you burn it, I have another method. As long as you use your own blood mixed with red soil to pour it on the place where the yellow paper bag used to be, It can confuse the life-threatening ghosts and prolong life..."

    Guo Guo suddenly said, "He's lying!"

    Obese man: “…”

    Tang Xinjue: "Squeeze the toilet, eat."

    The rubber head made a "big gulp" action as if it was really eating, but it failed to really eat the fat man, and instructed the other party to cry out in pain: "I said! be honest!"

    "The truth, the truth is..." The fat man moved his lips, "In the later stage, the standing spell cannot be stepped out for ten meters, the red mark on the neck cannot be faded, and there is no one behind him... The death curse has no solution, only You have to live! It's just that since you have already burned the yellow paper, the time of death has come—"

    In the man's frantic laughter, the toilet was suddenly pulled out from his head, and just as he was dizzy and opened his eyes, the rubber head spat out a yellow paper packet.

    The man who was hit in the face by the yellow paper bag: "…"

    Tang Xinjue: "As you said, since you are in a hurry to sacrifice other people, it means that it is also to transfer your own curse, and the death curse of yellow talisman is just a medium to spread the curse on you. That's it. If we guessed correctly, the original body of this curse should be related to the headless ghost, right?"

    The fat man's lips trembled: "You, you can't do this, this must be fake, this must be an illusion!"

    Tang Xinjue was unmoved, and her words were clear: "You are right, the curse is irreversible, but it can spread. From now on, you don't have to hide and worry about being caught again by the curse. ."

    Tang Xinjue's smile deepened as the other party's terrified eyes widened:

    "Congratulations, your life is very good, the good news will come soon."

    After the video was closed, Tang Xinjue pulled out the toilet. There was only scattered hair inside.

    At least at the moment of the movie, this "Master" is still alive and cannot be swallowed directly.

    The bedroom was extremely quiet, Wei Xian and the others had fallen into sluggishness, and seemed unable to react to what had just happened.

    Yellow paper transport, isn’t it a spell to improve luck? Why in the mouth of the fat man, it became the death curse of the yellow talisman?

    Aren't they going to get the blessing soon? Why do you say death is near?

    The already eroded brain couldn't bear this kind of thinking, Cao Rou and Zhou Xing's two roommates passed out one after another, only Wei Xian was dazed for a while, then he covered his head and screamed and rushed out. The bedroom was gone.

    Jin Wen also paled, leaned back on the chair for a while, then raised her head and forced the corners of her mouth: "We should be, really helpless."

    Although this hunch had already occupied the depths of my mind before I got the answer, but everything was exposed in front of my eyes. In addition to sadness and despair, Jin Wen still felt an inexplicable sense of relief.

    At least this time, she knew in advance who killed herself, and would not sink into the endless torture of unknown fear. There is only one biggest regret, that is, not being able to see the culprit being attacked with his own eyes.

    But at least, the backlash is not late.

    "Thank you."

    When she looked up again, Jin Wen was already in tears. This time, I didn't deliberately cover it up, and the red marks on my neck ooze red blood.

    As if she suddenly regained her strength, she pushed all four Tang Xinjue back to dormitory 606, then grabbed Tang Xinjue's hand tightly,

    "Stay here all the time and never go out no matter what you hear."

    "No matter what happens, never open the door!"