Xiangnu left, but not completely.

He still quietly followed behind Wang Zhihui, but the girl didn't know the existence of Xiangnu.

Xiangnu planned to follow Wang Zhihui's words because his target was likely to appear beside Wang Zhihui.

The reason why he told Wang Zhihui to leave was because he didn't know how to pose if he faced Wang Zhihui face to face.

It seems too cold to ignore her completely. Xiangnu feels that although he is a monster, he still retains a bit of humanity.

But if he was asked to comfort Wang Zhihui, he couldn't do it. Although he still retains his humanity, in the final analysis, he is a monster, with little warmth and pitiful, and cannot be distinguished from Wang Zhihui at all.

After thinking about it, he thought it would be better to pretend that he was not by Wang Zhihui's side, so that he would no longer have to worry about these things.

After Xiangnu 'left', Wang Zhihui sat there for a while, then slowly wiped his face and sat up against the wall.

Her clothes were stained with blood. After Wang Zhihui walked around the small room, she picked up a dirty looking large school uniform from the bottom of the bed and put it over her current clothes.

Although the clothes below were covered, the bloody aura on her body was very heavy, and it was particularly irritating.

When Wang Zhihui walked, her footsteps were very light. She swiftly walked down the path in the woods. Her figure was hidden among the heavy leaves, and her movements were very small. one person.

Xiang Nu followed behind her, Wang Zhihui walked for about ten minutes, then stopped and hid behind a tree.

Xiangnu got closer and found two people standing not far from the tree. Judging by their posture and figure, the two should be a couple.

Wang Zhihui didn't look at them, but squatted on the ground, rubbed her hands on the roots of the tree, and then hooked out a fishing line.

She turned sideways and glanced at the couple not far away, expressionless, but slowly pulled the fishing line.

The pulling of the fishing line caused a sound of leaves rubbing, but the breeze kept blowing, and the couple did not hear this slight movement.

Wang Zhihui slowly pulled the fishing line. As she pulled, the silk threads that had been hanging loosely and loosely on different branches were pulled and slowly stretched and taut.

With the last violent force, the silk thread tensed in an instant, and was entangled by the deliberately placed fishing line. The tough fishing line scraped the neck of the couple in the center, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The pair of men and women screamed in panic, and then breathed out in pain, covering their necks with pale faces.

Wang Zhihui slowly walked out from behind the tree, taking off her clean coat as she walked.

When the man and woman saw her, their eyes suddenly showed obvious confusion and panic. They were even more frightened when they saw the blood-stained clothes under Wang Zhihui's coat. They wanted to do something, but they couldn't move their fingers. The fingers slowly slipped away, and the whole person became weak visibly.

They looked at Wang Zhihui pleadingly, but they were greeted with the scythe of the god of death.

Wang Zhihui's action target was very clear and solved the pair of men and women, and then put the school uniform on the outside again, but this time, the school uniform couldn't cover the bloody shirt, and it was faintly fishy.

Wang Zhihui calmly left the woods and headed to the next location with a clear goal.

She is so familiar that she doesn't need any thought. After finishing one place, she quickly moves to the next place, as if these routes and actions have been rehearsed countless times in her mind.

Xiangnu followed him and went to the school's dormitory building with her. After solving the aunt in the dormitory, she opened her mobile phone with her aunt's fingerprint and called the next person.

The white mist above the school's head gradually became gloomy, and the rich black light seemed to fall from the top of the head.

Wang Zhihui felt nothing, and continued to act according to the route he had demonstrated countless times in his memory.

Xiangnu stood on the open ground and looked up at the sky, slowly raised his hand, and pressed it on his empty chest.

They are coming.

Wang Zhihui has killed too many ghosts. She knows each ghost's death methods and weaknesses by heart, and she moves her hands neatly and swiftly. With her mad and fast slaughter, the number of ghosts in the school has decreased sharply. Wang Zhihui has already attracted the attention of some people.

They were slowly approaching Wang Zhihui under the black wind, and those ghosts who were temporarily sealed were also slowly unsealed, no longer letting Wang Zhihui play with them in vain.

When Wang Zhihui covered up all the secrets at the bottom of the dormitory and went back to her dormitory to fight her roommate, Xiangnu quietly appeared behind her and patted her on the shoulder: "Be careful, they remember I 'm up."

Wang Zhihui was stunned for a moment, then looked back at him subconsciously, but Xiangnu had already left, and his back disappeared.

Wang Zhihui pondered the meaning of Xiangnu's words, and was vigilant in her heart. When she opened the door, she naturally observed a little more carefully.

The roommate was facing her, and her left hand was hidden on the other side to touch her ear. When Wang Zhihui opened the door and came in, she just took her hand off the left ear that was carrying Wang Zhihui, and was holding a ballpoint pen in her left hand.

Thinking of Xiangnu's words, Wang Zhihui stopped, did not go in, and stood at the door quietly looking at her roommate.

The roommate didn't see her as usual, so he let Wang Zhihui roll over, holding the ballpoint pen and looking straight at her.

Wang Zhihui stared at her, and she realized that the roommate in front of her was no longer the guy with no memory of dying, but a poor ghost with the memory of being abused to death by her.

Now, seeing that she is back, she will probably use the power of ghosts to retaliate against her. Wang Zhihui thought coldly.

She wasn't scared, she was even excited.

Seeing that the camouflage was meaningless, Wang Zhihui simply walked into the bedroom and closed the door.

Xiangnu didn't go in, he thought, since Wang Zhihui dared to lock himself and that monster in this small room, he must be sure to deal with it, right?

So, he should stay outside and wait for the person he wants to wait for.

Wang Zhihui closed the door, and the girl holding the ballpoint pen moved, moving her stiff limbs and stood up, looking at Wang Zhihui with terrifying eyes.

Holding the scissors in one hand, Wang Zhihui took off the fat school uniform outside with the other hand, revealing the coat soaked in blood.

The girl holding the ballpoint pen paused, her dark eyes widened a little.

Wang Zhihui smiled, holding the scissors and slowly walked over like her, she said softly, "Look, I'm right, you bastards are really cowardly and pitiful..." The

ballpoint pen girl froze. Her eyes were filled with hatred, and the ballpoint pen in her hand turned into a sharp knife. Her appearance was rotten and festering, and her left ear and a large piece of skin fell off. Wang Zhihui watched this scene with satisfaction, with a shallow smile slowly. Approaching.

There was silence outside the door, and the world seemed silent. From the corridor, the sound of chains mopping the floor was heard, along with the hoarse and weird laughter of a woman: "Husband, our little baby has returned, this time. But you must catch her, and don't let her run away again."

Xiang Nu raised his eyes and said quietly, "Mom, long time no see."

The sound of the chain mopping the floor stopped, and it sounded again soon, two A vague figure appeared at the stairway.

One looked at him in astonishment, while the other frowned, eyes full of disgust.

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