"Is this really a child drawn? The painting is so real and so terrifying. They have had such a good childhood. They probably haven't been beaten by the Seven Wolves!"

"To be honest, if others said that these pictures were not drawn by them, I would believe them."

Jiang Ming rolled his eyes and picked up the painting drawn by Huang Xiaoji.

The content of the picture is based on a dilapidated ancestral hall.

In front of the entrance of the ancestral hall, there was a person buried alive and only his head was exposed. Perhaps Huang Xiaoji's painting level was limited, and the person's face was a little blurred.

The man's head was short, a dark sky, and an old hemp rope for hanging fell out of the dark clouds, just above the man's head.

The rough hemp rope seemed to be trying to put it around the man's neck.

"What does this painting mean? Is anyone buried alive?"

Jiang Ming looked left and right, wanting to know what the painting meant, so that he could understand what psychological shadow the children in this village suffered.

...But he didn't see it.

"Hey, what does this painting by Huang Xiaoji mean? Did he say it when he handed in his homework?"

Jiang Ming kicked Xia Siyu.

She was not the one who was willing to suffer losses, and she immediately stepped back and said with a relaxed mood:

"This, Xiaoji said before that a brother from outside would be buried alive, and then strangled to death by the hemp rope. He seemed to be saying something... Let me think about it later."

"Oh, by the way, it's tonight."

Jiang Ming's expression condensed.

He suspected that the person in the painting should be the new outsider, and looked at the hair of the person in the painting, which was short and should be a male.

From this we can see that if it wasn't Long Fan, then it was Yang Zhiming, but it might be him.

"Tonight... worship night..." Jiang Ming looked at the painting in his hand and gradually fell into deep thought.

"It seems that you have to find that Huang Xiaoji. He should know something, but if the target of the attack is me, the teacher, this identity should be no longer useful soon."

"Xia Siyu..." When Jiang Ming grabbed Xia Siyu's arm, he suddenly saw the water friends in the live broadcast room browsing the barrage.

They all posted a barrage with the same content, "Anchor, it's dangerous!"

"What's wrong?" Jiang Ming frowned, let go of his hand, and picked up the black phone.

He said to the water friends in the live broadcast room: "Dear water friends, why do you keep repeating this barrage? What's wrong with me?"

I have 700 g: "Anchor, the last picture is you, anchor, escape from this village quickly!"

Coriander must disappear: "Anchor, you were attacked by a ghost last night. A hemp rope fell off the beam and then swung slowly, but the direction of each swing was your head, and it was obvious that you wanted to strangle your neck."

Love family: "Yes, that's right. I stayed up late last night to watch your live broadcast. I didn't even feed my wife, so I was nervous for you throughout the whole process."

Chen Guanli: "I heard what you said, there is a very bad ghost in Huangcun who has set his sights on our anchor!"

Jiang Ming's brows were frowned into the character "Sichuan". Looking at the three familiar ids, he believed that these three friends would not joke about such things.

Of course, at the beginning, he was a little unwilling to believe it, but as they said it was precise, he slowly accepted it.

His face suddenly changed, and Jiang Ming realized something.

"I was actually attacked last night!!!"

He touched his neck, intact, and sighed secretly, "It's really hard to guard against."

I also used my phone to turn on the camera and used it as a mirror to look at my neck, but there was no trace.

"call--"

"If the water friends didn't lie, then who should have helped me last night, otherwise I should have been a cold corpse now." Jiang Ming pulled his right face down.

He touched his left arm. Now Donalman and Shen Jiayi's contact with him has been interrupted and cannot come out of the sentence.

Then there was only one ghost who helped him, and Lu Su, who occupied his left body.

"Did she save me? It's unreasonable. Will she save me so kindly?"

"Or it's someone else?" Jiang Ming's expression changed repeatedly, sometimes getting better and sometimes getting worse.

"Is it Xia Siyu? It's impossible. She was tied to the iron rod beside the bed by me last night. It shouldn't be her."

"It's a pity that there is no replay function in the live broadcast room, otherwise I'll check out what's going on now."

Jiang Ming asked the live broadcast room's friends: "Who helped me last night? Do you know?"

I have 700 g: "I know!"

In a room, Su Zilong quickly typed on the keyboard, and he wanted to show it well in front of Brother Jiang.

I have 700 g: "Last night I saw you lying on the bed. The eyes on your left suddenly opened, and the hemp rope stopped strangely. Not long after, the hemp rope disappeared."

Love the family: "Yes, yes, he is completely right."

Since the black phone was placed on the table at the bedside, due to the shooting angle, the fans in the live broadcast room could only see Jiang Ming's left eyelid lifting, but could not see the rotation of his eyeballs.

So they didn't see the eyeballs on their left eye looking at their right face, for a while.

"It's really her!" Jiang Ming pressed his right hand on his chest on his left, and he felt that his body on his left was still colder than ordinary people.

"It's really troublesome. There is a red-clothed ghost living in her body. The key is that she can kill herself or run away, but why do you have to stay there?"

After thinking for a while, Jiang Ming stopped thinking about it, sorted out his emotions, and looked at Xia Siyu with expressionless expression on the surface.

"You take me to Huang Xiaoji's house now. I have something to go to him."

"What are you looking for him?"

Xia Siyu had just been looking at him, talking to herself at a black phone, and looked over secretly. The content of the barrage scared her.

It seemed that she didn't expect that a hemp rope would attack Jiang Ming last night. Although the target was not her, it was quite terrible to think about it.

"Stop talking nonsense, just go if you want to go!"

Jiang Ming took out a kitchen knife and pressed it against her flat and soft belly.

Xia Siyu showed fear on her face and did not dare to say anything else, so she lowered her head and led the way.

However, Jiang Ming saw her reaction. According to the words of the fool Laifu, the woman in front of her should be dead.

But her series of reactions were not pretended. The key was that she could feel her body temperature when she touched her.

Unless your five senses are blinded.

But is this possible?

Following Xia Siyu's butt all the way, I came to a relatively dilapidated brick house in the village.

Jiang Ming knocked on the door, but no one came out to open the door, climbed over the wall, and checked for a while but no one was inside the room.

"Why can't I feel strange? Yes, I've almost figured out the trick of not finding people like this. After all, I have never eaten pork, and I have seen pigs running, let alone eating pork now."

"Everything is a ghost routine!"

Since Huang Xiaoji couldn't be found, Jiang Ming didn't plan to return to school. After all, there was a ghost there, first it was a hemp rope, but now it was a ghost face.

Schools are no longer a safe place.

Jiang Ming was gloomy and half-faced, holding Xia Siyu with his hands towards the grove not far from the village.

"Hey, where are you going to take me?" Xia Siyu tried to struggle, but the other party was too strong.

She watched as she was taken out of the village and walked towards the woods not far from the village, and her little face suddenly became nervous.

"If you don't say it clearly, I'll shout!"
Chapter completed!