Princess, she has fortune-telling again

Chapter 334 Aren't You Afraid?

"Ah, by the way, since our Gui class students are gathered together, why don't we all play the game of beating drums and passing flowers?"

"Whoever wins, whoever has to perform a show, recite a poem or tell a story."

Jiang Nai clapped her hands and shouted, "Okay, okay, I like playing games the most. Let's start!"

A group of people are talking about bringing her here for dinner at night, and they want to play some stupid games to see what they want to do?

Aunt and grandma will play with you.

The crowd gathered all the bonfires in one place, and more than 100 students gathered in front of the same bonfire to play drumming and passing flowers.

The weak little boy Wen Ye took out a small drum from his sleeve, and volunteered to be the drummer for his classmates.

With the sound of the drum, the pre-prepared big red flower rose and fell in the hands of everyone.

It was a lonely night, beside the empty pond, apart from the sound of drums that sounded like a gust of wind and rain, only the beating of hearts could be heard.

When the sound of "dong" stopped, accompanied by the laughter of the crowd, Xiao Pangdun touched his nose and stood up.

"Then, then I will tell you a legend about Gui Ban."

"Okay, okay." Everyone winked at each other knowingly, applauding and begging the little fat man to speak quickly.

The little girl continued to eat with a plate of barbecue, without even bothering to raise her eyelids.

The little chubby pier cleared his throat with a pair of panda eyes, and suddenly lowered his voice and said, "Student Jiang, you don't know that the spiders you met today were all small battles. I used to sit in front of you in your seat." Classmates, one is crazy and the other is stupid."

"The reason is all related to the past of Gui Ban."

"It is said that a few years ago, a one-armed corpse was dug up in the grass behind our Guiban. People from the Criminal Department came to investigate and found out after confirming the identity."

"It turned out to be a teacher in our college. He was quite young when he died, only in his thirties. He was a poor man. I heard that his wife abandoned her husband and son many years ago, and his son died of illness when he was two years old. Yes, you said it was miserable."

Jiang Xiaonai looked at the chubby pier with bright eyes, nodded her head, "miserable".

"Since then, let's go to Guiban, strange things have happened repeatedly in the seat you are sitting in."

"Everyone who sits by your window, no matter it is day or night, can see a one-armed figure floating outside as soon as they look up, haggard and white all over their body, turning their heads and asking them quietly: Where is my hand? Woolen cloth?"

Everyone hugged their arms and shrunk their necks, only to feel the cool wind blowing a bit chilly.

Although they have already done enough psychological construction, every time they hear this story, they will feel shuddering.

"And then?" the little girl asked with interest.

Xiao Pangdun, who was trying to create the atmosphere of the ghost story, looked at Jiang Nai with a look of astonishment, and asked a little stutteringly, "You, you? Aren't you afraid?"

"Did you not understand what I said? That's where you are sitting now. Two classmates saw the dead young gentleman. Afterwards, one of them was frightened and the other was frightened."

"What's there to be afraid of?" The little girl blinked her eyes with a puzzled look on her face, "Did you finally find his hand, sir?"

Fuck, isn't your focus a little ridiculous?
Who told you to pay attention to that gentleman's hand? ?

Little Fatty looked gloomy, "Aren't you worried that Mr. One-armed will come looking for you?"

The cold wind was blowing, and everyone shivered.

(End of this chapter)