Zhang Lin's pretty face turned pale when she heard that, and she said in a trembling voice: "No, don't scare me."
The monkey couldn't help but trembled, and said: "So, your father was possessed by Sister Qian's ghost."
Wang Jian smiled, said nothing, took out his mobile phone and looked at it.
He found that he had lent his mobile phone to Zhang Lin for QQ, but Zhang Lin's QQ had not been downloaded yet, and her information was still on it.
Wang Jian was about to send Zhang Lin's QQ After quitting, he caught a glimpse of the conversation above.
Zhang Lin was chatting with someone named Li'er.
The first sentence on the screen was what Zhang Lin sent to Li'er: I like him so much, but he has a girlfriend.
Li'er replied: Who is it?
Zhang Lin: My deskmate.
Li'er didn't reply after that.
Wang Jian, my deskmate, suddenly started sweating violently.
He wondered if this Zhang Lin liked him.
He and she had been at the same desk since the second year of high school.
She had a carefree personality and he had always regarded her as a buddy.
He didn't expect this little girl to like him.
Wang Jian couldn't believe that Nizi actually liked him.
Ying Lanlan looked at Wang Jian's surprised expression and said, "What's wrong, Jian, I see you're scared."
Wang Jian was startled, then put away his phone and shook his head: "No, no, you continue, what happened to your dad?"
After saying that, he glanced at Zhang Lin, and saw that Zhang Lin's pretty face was pale, and her beautiful eyes were slightly frowning.
Her cherry lips were pouting, especially her two big watery eyes, which looked like she was about to cry.
Wang Jian was stunned for a moment, thinking that although Zhang Lin was not as beautiful as Li Yue, she was on par with Yue'er.
Zhang Lin seemed to notice Wang Jian staring at her.
She was glancing at Wang Jian, but Wang Jian had already turned his gaze away.
Ying Lanlan continued: "Then my grandfather chased me to the tailor shop, and my grandma followed.
Some neighbors in the neighborhood saw it, and they all gathered around.
My dad was standing on the sewing machine at this time, He grinned and said, "I don't know who the person who killed me is.
I only know this."
The little boy was the first to see my body.
If you don't find the murderer who killed me and my child, I will kill this little boy.
At that time, my grandma fainted and my grandpa knelt down.
On the ground, I begged Mrs.
Qian to let my father go.
After a long time, my father returned to normal. " "What happened next?"
Monkey said anxiously.
He had a feeling that he wanted to listen to it immediately.
Ying Lanlan rolled her eyes at the monkey and said: "At that time, the neighbors who gathered around were so frightened that their faces turned pale, but my father didn't know anything.
That night, the whole neighborhood was filled with the screams of Sister Qian.
It stands to reason.
Seventh is the night when the soul returns.
As long as it reaches the early morning, the soul will enter the underworld, but Qian’s sister-in-law’s soul stayed in her tailor shop.
Early the next morning, my grandfather ran to Tianfengshan, Jiangnan City the way I found a Taoist priest, and then the Taoist priest followed my grandfather to Qian's wife's tailor shop.
He said that Qian's wife was very resentful and had turned into a ghost.
Later, the Taoist sealed Qian's ghost in the tailor's shop.
Under the ground of the store, they said they must not dig it out.
Later, my father told me that after so many years, the neighborhood was no longer there.
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All the houses there were demolished, including the tailor shop. " "Then Sister Qian's soul never appeared again?"
Zhang Lin asked.
Ying Lanlan nodded: "It's just that for so many years, every time my sister-in-law Qian's death anniversary, my father would have a fever.
He said that it was just like before, the fever was very serious every time, but the next morning the fever would It will be withdrawn.
My father visited many Taoist priests and monks during this period, but they could not find out the reason. " "Do you have a fever every year on that day?"
Wang Jian said with a flash of light in his eyes: "This is really a bit strange."
"Yes."
Ying Lanlan smiled and said, "I'm telling you, today is the death anniversary of that sister-in-law Qian.
Maybe my father has started to have a fever now."
As soon as she finished speaking, the lights in the classroom went out. , suddenly, the classroom fell into darkness, and Zhang Lin screamed loudly.
"Power outage" "Oh, school is over early."
Some students in the class cheered.
In less than a minute, the class lights blinked and turned on again.
And at that moment, Wang Jian's eyes widened, his body trembled slightly, and his face turned pale.
The moment the lights turned on, Wang Jian clearly saw a long-haired woman wearing a floral shirt standing behind Ying Lanlan.
The woman's hair was very long and hung in front of her face.
Her hands He took a pair of scissors.
The scissors reflected a faint cold light under the light, but within a breath, the figure of the long-haired woman disappeared.
It was a ghost.
Wang Jian felt his scalp numb.
It had been three years since he saw such an unclean thing again.
If he said it was dazzling, he couldn't believe it, because he believed in his own eyes the most.
He thought Wang Jian seemed to understand something about the woman's dress and the scissors in her hand.
He calmly took out the whipping ruler, then looked around, his face full of caution.
Zhang Lin stamped her little feet and said unhappily: "I'm scared to death.
This power outage is such a coincidence.
Just after you finished telling the ghost story, the power went out.
Why does it feel like the plot of a movie?"
Is it a coincidence?
It must be related to the female ghost just now, Wang Jian thought to himself.
The monkey's face was also a little pale, and he said, "Yeah, it scared me to death.
It really looked like a ghost."
Ying Lanlan's face turned pale with fright.
She straightened her bangs and said, "Stop talking, I'm scared now."
Zhang Lin looked at Ying Lanlan and said, "Is the supernatural incident you just mentioned true?
Isn't it made up?"
Ying Lanlan was speechless and said: "Do I need to make my father the protagonist when I make up a story?
He told me about this supernatural incident, and he has a fever every year on this day, which is December 11th."
"Isn't it because what happened back then has a shadow on your father?
That's why you have a fever every year on this day."
Monkey said.
At this moment, the head teacher walked in, and the noisy class suddenly became quiet.
The head teacher of Wang Jian's class is a young man in his thirties, his name is Liu Xiaocheng, and he teaches politics.
He said with a cold expression on his face at this time: "How long have you been thinking about chatting here?
The teacher is not here, and you are like this.
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Are you nervous about the college entrance examination?
Why are you so unconscious?
Are you helping me study?"
Are you worthy of your parents’ hard-earned money?
I can’t even figure it out.
The second-to-last place in the grade in this monthly exam is actually in our class
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