Chapter 127

The strength of his fingers gradually tightened, and Bai Yan's face flushed red.

He tried hard to pry open the hand that was pinching his neck, but this hand was like a poisonous snake, biting his neck tightly.

Bai Yan gradually had difficulty breathing, and he knew that he would be strangled to death if he continued like this.

Recalling the memories of his previous escapes from death, Bai Yan's eyes felt hot.

He had experienced this feeling many times before and was already very familiar with it.

In the past month, he had tried many times and learned how to use this blood and tears of unknown origin.

This blood and tears can give him a little resistance in front of the evil spirits, making the evil spirits ignore his existence.

In addition, this power can not only reduce the evil spirits' interest in him, but can also be used on humans.

Under conscious urging, two lines of blood and tears were left in Bai Yan's eyes, and the burning blood and tears meandered down, and the sticky blood beads fell on the table one by one, making a heavy impact sound.

Blood and tears kept pouring out. Bai Yan felt that he shed more tears this time than the time when Li Hua insisted on dragging him into the Chinese textbook to be his good friend in Chinese class.

Bai Yan felt that he would faint at any time, but fortunately, the blood and tears still had some effect.

I don’t know how long it took, when half of the desk was wet with blood and tears, Wang Ze’s hand that was pinching his neck suddenly loosened.

Freed from the iron-hooped claws, Bai Yan covered his mouth and coughed.

However, just when he thought that Wang Ze had let him go like the previous evil spirit, Wang Ze’s hand that was pinching his neck suddenly reached up to his eyes and said lightly: "Your eyes make me feel sick."

After that, he dug out Bai Yan’s left eye.

He threw the eyeball to the ground and stomped it to pieces. Bai Yan only had time to scream, and he could no longer make any sound - his other eye was also dug out, and then his throat was tightly pinched again.

This time, the hand that was pinching his throat used full force from the beginning. Bai Yan could clearly hear the creaking sound coming from his neck.

It hurts.

It hurts so much.

The eyes and throat felt unbearable pain at the same time. Bai Yan wanted to scream out loudly, but he could no longer make a sound.

His eyes had been dug out. Even if he wanted to cry in pain, he had no tools to cry.

There were only two black blood holes left in Bai Yan's eyes. Large amounts of scarlet liquid flowed from his eye sockets. He smelled a strong smell of rust in his nose and mouth at the same time.

Bai Yan vaguely realized that this was the smell of life passing away.

Soon, he would be killed and turned into a cold corpse.

Then, he would be carried out of the classroom by one or two classmates, dragged by the arms and mercilessly dragged to the trash can he passed by in the morning.

They would throw his body in there as well, and like other classmates who had long died, he would rot and stink in the cold and dark iron sheets, leaving his body to be eaten by vicious dogs and maggots.

In a few days, or even dozens of days, he will become a faceless skeleton, lying at the bottom of the garbage dump with his companions, with fresh bones with flesh and skin buried above his body.

...

Bai Yan himself was surprised that he still had time to think about this under the dual effects of death and pain.

A subtle sense of strangeness rose from the bottom of his heart, and Bai Yan felt that his soul was being pulled out of his body.

He raised his bloody hand and touched Wang Ze's face in the dark.

This touch made him extremely familiar, and this familiar outline was exactly the same as the feeling he had in his memory.

However, Bai Yan knew very well that these were two completely different people.

The one in front of him might not even be a human.

Bai Yan retracted his palm, covered the hand that was strangling his throat with his hand, and smiled softly.

He raised his empty eye sockets and smiled helplessly, with a bit of regret in his helplessness: "This world... is fake..."

"Such an interesting dream, I really want to have it for a while..."

Bai Yan coughed twice and said intermittently: "I like it very much... This is the world I have been looking forward to, but people like him will never do such a thing..."

"It's a pity... You are too fake."

After saying the last sentence, Bai Yan's body suddenly became lighter, and the 'person' who strangled his throat and pressed him on the desk disappeared.

Bai Yan regained his freedom, and at the same time, his eyes regained light.

In the dream, Bai Yan, with his empty eye sockets, saw the dream gradually disintegrate.

The floor tiles of the classroom began to collapse, and the ceiling above was shaky. Soon, large bricks fell down, and sharp boulders killed several children.

In this scene of the collapse of the sky and the earth, the male teacher roared unwillingly, and the children screamed in fear with childish voices.

Bai Yan was not afraid at all when he saw the hellish scene.

He knew very clearly that it was just a dream.

A very real dream.

…

After waking up from the dream, Bai Yan felt suffocated.

He opened his eyes and found that a corpse that was so rotten that he couldn't tell the gender was pressing on him, raising his rotten hands and tightly holding his neck. That was why he couldn't breathe.

No wonder he felt pain in his neck in the dream. It turned out that it was all its fault.

Bai Yan understood everything immediately, but he didn't have time to fix the culprit. He pushed the corpse away with his knees and pushed it aside.

Seeing that the phone was not in his hand, he immediately reached into his pocket, but he froze after two touches.

"Where's my phone? Where did such a big phone go?"

After thirty seconds, the dead body next to him will not lie still, but will revive into a real evil ghost, which can easily kill him.

Bai Yan knew that no matter how magical the protection of the APP was, the phone could not grow legs and run away by itself.

He looked at the surrounding environment. He was sitting in an empty room with only an iron bed under him and a rotting and smelly dead body next to him. It seemed that there was no place to hide anything.

Thinking of the actions of this man who pressed on him and strangled his neck with his hands just now, this ghost was obviously not an honest ghost.

It must be that this ghost stole his phone when he was sleeping soundly.

The ghost who can create dreams is indeed different from others. Not only does he have a big brain, but his thinking is also different from other ghosts.

So, where can it hide the phone?

Bai Yan thought for two seconds and found that the belly of the rotten corpse was still intact, at least the meat on it had not rotted away.

So, he endured the stench and reached out to tear open the tattered belly of the corpse.

In the belly of the corpse, there was indeed a dirty mobile phone.

Bai Yan opened the phone and saw the familiar interface on the App, knowing that this phone was real.

As the thirty seconds were about to end, the skull of the rotten corpse next to him swayed, showing signs of revival.

Bai Yan no longer hesitated and immediately clicked Return.

When he returned to the room in reality, Bai Yan had time to cover his eyes and lie motionless on the bed.

Although it was just a dream, the pain in the dream remained, and his eyes still hurt when he returned to reality.

After lying in bed for a long time, Bai Yan finally recovered.

He felt his eyes burning, so he propped himself up and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, his eyes were red. With his original golden hair, he now looked more like an albino.