There is a counterattack system only in the Mahayana period

Chapter 557 Unlucky Sister
"Sorry, we don't allow food to enter the haunted house here." The staff stopped Jiang Li.

It once happened that a big-hearted tourist choked while eating while visiting the haunted house, and the kind ghost carried the tourist out.

They are all real ghosts here, not adulterated.

Jiang Li had no choice but to look at the staff with resentful eyes while he finished eating the candied haws.

Next to the haunted house is the ambulance station, less than five meters apart, and there are trembling couples in the direction of the exit of the haunted house, supporting each other.

Wen Quan used his mobile phone to browse online reviews: "This is still a must-see attraction for couples. It is said that it can enhance the relationship between the two."

"However, there are also failure cases. For example, the man abandons the woman and flees directly, and the two break up naturally."

"Overall, there's about as much chance of promoting a relationship here as there is promoting a breakup."

"...I think couples already feel the excitement before entering the haunted house." Wen Qing'er was trembling, a little afraid of the haunted house.

Jiang Li comforted at the side, "Don't be afraid, I have a little friendship with the leader of the underworld, and the ghost should give face."

Wen Qing'er looked at Jiang Li like she was looking at a ghost.

Jiang Li finally finished eating the candied haws and went into the haunted house.

"On the Internet, it is said that the haunted house itself is a weird place. From the outside, the area is not too big, but when you go in, you find that there are other caves. It is much bigger than the outside. There are schools for ghosts, midnight hospitals, strange stories about the ranch, etc." Wen Qing. The child is timid, and after entering the haunted house, he is still investigating information about the haunted house on the Internet.

Jiang Li and Taoist Huiming didn't think there was anything wrong: "It's normal, because this haunted house is a secret realm. When we entered here, we were already in the secret realm."

"Also, I advise you not to use your mobile phone for lighting."

"Why?" Wen Qing'er didn't dare to turn off the phone, the weak light source on the phone could give her a little courage.

"Because it's possible to see what's above your head."

Wen Qing'er felt a little itchy on her face, scratched it and found that it was a strand of hair hanging down, but this hair was withered and yellow, it was not her own at all.

Wen Qinger looked up subconsciously, and saw a woman with a long neck stretched out, her hair disheveled, directly above Wen Qinger, watching the content on the phone screen with Wen Qinger, a strand of hair hanging down, pasted on Wen Qinger's On the face, the faint light of the mobile phone screen shone on the female ghost's face, and the shadow was distinct, making it even more terrifying.

"what--"

Wen Qing'er was startled, and quickly hugged Jiang Li.

Jiang Li said helplessly: "You see clearly before hugging, is it me you hugged?"

Only then did Wen Qing'er realize that what she was holding was not Jiang Li, but a stick connected by several arms.

Wen Qing'er was so frightened that she ran away quickly.

"My sister ran to the venue of the supernatural school, and the president said that Daoist Sorrow is over there." Wen Quan was worried about his sister and asked Jiang Li to go ahead.

Huchi - Huchi -

Wen Qing'er was panting as she ran, and was still in shock. When she fled to a strange place, she realized that she shouldn't run alone.

"Senior Jiang? Senior Jiang?"

Wen Qing'er called out in a low voice, wanting to call Jiang Li over, but worried about attracting ghosts over.

She shouted a few times, but it didn't work, so Wen Qing'er had no choice but to walk forward bravely, and silently recited "Senior Jiang bless you, senior Jiang bless you..."

"This seems to be a school." Wen Qing'er didn't dare to turn on her phone. In the darkness, she could vaguely discern the classroom, tables, chairs, benches, and blackboard...all of which indicated that this was a school, and she was in the corridor.

The echo effect in the corridor is very good, click, click, Wen Qing'er can hear the echo of her own footsteps.

After walking for a while, Wen Qing'er felt that her legs were weak when walking in the dark, and she wanted to lean on the wall to rest.

Click, click...

The footsteps are still ringing, and getting closer.

Wen Qing'er was terrified and didn't dare to look back.

She noticed that the lights were on in a classroom in front of her, and ran over quickly.

As soon as she entered the classroom, Wen Qinger felt that the whole world was getting better. The teacher was lecturing and the students were reciting the text. These voices could not be heard outside, only the people in the classroom could hear them.

"Student, you went to the wrong classroom." The Chinese teacher stopped writing on the blackboard and reminded Wen Qing'er.

"I'll stay here for a while, and my companion will pick me up right away."

"Then you sit down." The Chinese teacher didn't care, there happened to be an empty seat for Wen Qing'er to sit.

The class taught by the Chinese teacher seemed to have a kind of magical power, which made people drowsy. Wen Qinger felt drowsy and leaned his head forward. He soon realized that something was wrong and corrected his sitting posture, but he was still sleepy.

Dimly, she seemed to hear the voice of the security guard coming from the corridor.

"It's really weird. I have turned off the main power supply, but why are the classroom lights still on?"

The security guard stretched his neck and looked through the window, almost losing his mind in fright.

The 48 students and one teacher in the classroom are stiff, their faces are blue, their hair is stained with weeds, their bodies are wet and dripping all over the floor. The environment is out of place.

The security guard suddenly remembered the news from a few months ago and shouted: "What are you doing, come out quickly."

"A few months ago, people in this class went out for an outing. When they came back, the bus driver drove the car like a demon and rushed directly into the reservoir. Only one person was rescued, and the others were all killed. You are sitting in the seat of the survivor. !"

Wen Qing'er woke up suddenly, and saw a very different scene, there was no bright classroom, kind teacher, and cheerful students, only a dim classroom, a teacher with a half-smile and a student with a dead face.

Wen Qing'er wanted to leave, but found that she seemed to be nailed to the seat and could not leave.

The Chinese teacher looked at Wen Qing'er: "Student, what's the matter with you, do you want to leave? That's not okay, I'm missing you now."

Wen Qing'er turned pale with shock, and struggled desperately, the first level of Qi training was finally useful, helping her break free from the shackles.

"Help me!" Wen Qing'er ran to the security guard.

When she got close to the security guard, she could see the security guard's face clearly. Her hair was also wet with weeds.

"Little girl, don't be afraid. Uncle is the bus driver and will protect you."

As he spoke, the bus driver reached out to Wen Qinger, who quickly changed direction and ran into the toilet.

She wanted to calm herself down, turned on the faucet, and countless hairs flowed out.

She looked up in the mirror, and what was in the mirror was not her at all, but a woman with a scratched face.

Wen Qing'er ran into the toilet room, squatted on the toilet, shivering.

She heard footsteps again, and the footsteps were getting closer, knocking on the door one by one.

"anyone there?"

No response, next one, bang bang bang.

"anyone there?"

No response, next.

When she knocked on Wen Qing'er's door, Wen Qing'er covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.

"anyone there?"

The man stopped in front of Wen Qing'er's door, and Wen Qing'er could see clearly through the crack of the door.

The man knocked on the door persistently, but Wen Qing'er never answered.

After an unknown amount of time, the foot disappeared from the crack of the door, and the man finally left, Wen Qing'er breathed a sigh of relief.

Wen Qing'er felt her neck was wet, touched it, thought it was a leak from the toilet, subconsciously raised her head.

That person's face was scratched and quite ugly. She crawled over from the toilet next door, halfway over, drooling on the back of Wen Qing'er's neck.

……

"This girl runs pretty fast." Jiang Li walked into the school unhurriedly and came to the corridor.

Wen Quan felt that the note he had given to his sister on his mobile phone was quite accurate—unlucky sister.

"I hope he's okay." Wen Quan clapped his hands together.

(End of this chapter)