The First Thousand Two Hundred and Fifty-Eight Chapters Group Pk: Dark Night, Death Is Coming (Fifty-Two)

Huan Yunyan used the system's invisibility talisman, watching this scene, his heart was full of anger, and he directly recorded it with his mobile phone as evidence.

this day,

in school,

"I received a strawberry card!" A boy who had participated in the guest room conversation before said to his companion with a look of panic.

Now whoever doesn't know that receiving a pink strawberry hairpin is equivalent to death!

The companion's expression also changed, and instinctively took a few steps back.

"Do you want to tell the person in charge?"

Said that the person who received the pink strawberry card covered his head in pain. Hearing the words of his companion, he replied, "The original matter will be found out sooner or later. I don't want to die. I have to go to the person in charge to tell me."

However, this person died there before he even stepped out of the campus.

The pink strawberry card has become a hot topic on campus, a taboo curse.

Every student knows that if you get the cursed pink strawberry hairpin, you're not far from death.

Many students are ready to transfer.

including those people.

"Hey, who is this?"

"Why did a Taoist priest come to the school?"

"Is there really a ghost?"

"I've heard people say that scholars are all liars."

The Taoist priest, who looked immortal in a Taoist robe, followed the boy into the school.

The boy, who was one of the people who participated in that incident, looked at the Taoist priest with awe and pleaded, "Yu Taoist priest, I will trouble you this time, and you must find the soul that harmed people's lives!"

His tone gritted his teeth, mixed with a hint of panic.

"Don't worry, she shouldn't exist in the first place." The Taoist touched the white beard and said.

Dianbai was not far away, half sitting on the rooftop, with his legs in the air, one hand on the railing, and he casually watched the scene on the ground.

That Taoist priest is not a liar.

Well, it's quite capable.

A female ghost who had just died a year or two could not be beaten.

Indeed, it is like this.

only,

At the last moment, Yanbai took Chen Yanhe away.

Among the crowd, the Taoist spit out a mouthful of blood and pointed to the front with wide eyes.

The boy looked terrified and desperate. Could it be that even the Taoist priest specially recruited by his father was not an opponent?

late at night,

In the dark woods.

A figure shuttles.

Chen Yanhe, who was seriously injured, killed another person as a result of her desperate efforts.

The blood flowed out slowly, like a cheerful stream, dyeing the school uniforms red.

The corpse lying on the ground was horrific and bruised all over.

On his face, there was extreme panic and despair.

Dead restless.

His eyes widened, as if he had seen the most unbelievable picture in his life.

Chen Yanhe smiled fiercely, with bloodthirsty madness on her face, when she turned her head, her eyes met a slender figure.

Black-shirted sickle, silver-faced death.

Chen Yanhe's expression was somewhat awe-inspiring, she restrained her madness, bowed her head, and whispered, "Sir."

Chen Yanhe remembered that during the day, just when she was about to lose her soul, it was the death god in front of her who saved her.

Ranbai didn't even look at the corpse lying on the ground, leaned against the tree trunk, but said unhurriedly: "With your current situation, you can't get revenge at all."

The night was very dark, and it was impossible to see everything around, darkness enveloped the world, and the faint moonlight was dim.

"Yes." Chen Yanhe's expression took on a bit of misery, "I hate it, they made me like this, how can I continue to live with a clear conscience? But I have to hide from the sun forever. In the dark..."

Chen Yanhe shed two lines of blood and tears, "Does your lord think I did something wrong?"

"You are indeed wrong."