She made fire by setting up a stall

Chapter 148 Antisocial Personality

"There are many ways to kill people, and yours is the least cost-effective." Shi Luo reminded her.

The girl turned into an evil ghost, but she was only a teenage girl, she knew far less than Shi Luo, she moved her hands a little slower, and asked Shi Luo, "What else can I do?"

"Let their lives be worse than death." Shi Luo said naturally.

"If they are killed by you, and they hold resentment, they may become evil ghosts like you. Are you sure that after the two of them become ghosts together, you will be their opponent?" Shi Luo folded them together. "You don't want to die again after becoming a ghost, do you?"

The female ghost naturally didn't want to.

She hesitantly let go.

The red-haired boy was free, and he crawled far away on hands and feet.

It's just that his speed is far less than that of the female ghost.

The female ghost has only become an evil ghost, and her ability is still weak, but now she is faster and stronger. She stepped on the boy's back.

The boy gasped in pain, and didn't dare to move. His body trembled like a fallen leaf in the wind. He didn't even dare to say a word of begging for mercy. He could only watch as he struggled to twist his neck, and looked at Shi Luo begging for help.

The yellow-haired boy wished he could shrink himself into a small ball so that he could hide behind Shi Luo.

Sometimes falling in the front to block him, he became more courageous, and Huang Mao was puzzled.

Pointing at the black-haired boy, he asked Shi Luo in a low voice, "Miss, He Jia didn't do anything, why did Lin Lin kill him?"

The yellow-haired boy's words reminded the female ghost.

Not waiting for Luo to give her an answer in time, she grabbed the slightly longer hair of the black-haired boy and forced him to look up.

"Tell him why I want you to die." The female ghost turned his face to Shi Luo.

Because the bangs were too long, the black-haired boy always lowered his head on weekdays, and it seemed that people noticed his appearance only when he was forced to raise his face.

The black-haired boy's appearance is the most outstanding among the three boys, but his eyes are gloomy, and even though his hair is pulled by the female ghost, he still stubbornly keeps his mouth shut.

"Say." The female ghost exerted more force on her hand.

I don't know if after listening to Shi Luo's words, the boy is not afraid now.

If he died, he would turn into an evil ghost, even more powerful than Lin Lin, so why would he be afraid of death?

He is not afraid of death, let alone pain.

Thinking of this, the black-haired boy remained silent.

"Speak quickly!"

The female ghost was a little anxious, her fingernails grew long, and they were about to stab the boy's eyebrows.

The boy closed his eyes and let the female ghost kill him.

The female ghost rested her fingertips between the black-haired boy's eyebrows, but did not move. She listened to Shi Luo's words. It was really cheap for him to kill him like this. The female ghost asked impatiently, "Why didn't you say it? Why didn't you Don't tell me?"

When Shi Luo walked in front of the boy, she bent down slightly, "It's because you were also raped by that teacher—"

"Shut up! Shut up!" The black-haired boy opened his eyes, and he stared at Shi Luo angrily.

Everyone has weaknesses, and everyone has a taboo in their hearts.

The boy couldn't calm down anymore, his face was covered with blood, and he looked almost the same as Lin Lin.

Lin Lin let go of her, and suddenly giggled.

He Jia is angry and fearful, but she is happy.

Sure enough, the fortune teller was right, killing them would be the worst policy.

Even if his mind was as calm as water, Shi Luo still felt helpless when encountering these things.

Due to the negligence of the parents, or maybe the child asked the parents for help, but the parents did not take it seriously, these children who have not yet fully formed the three views can only act according to their own instincts.

Shi Luo looked back at the black-haired boy, "You should know how much pain you have suffered, and you should not inflict this pain on others again."

"Why not? It's hard for me, don't let everyone think about it." The boy has begun to show anti-social personality.

"That day, the person surnamed Zhuang threatened me to go to the office. I told Lin Lin that the person surnamed Zhuang was looking for her." The day before yesterday happened to be that Lin Lin's group was on duty. Men and women are not taboo, Lin Lin delivered to the door, he can't miss it.

The person surnamed Zhuang has long coveted Lin Lin, but he knows that Lin Lin is different from other girls. Although this little girl is thin and small, she has a strong temper. If she starts to resist, this matter will become serious. It didn't end well.

When Mr. Zhuang saw Hongmao making a video outside, he suddenly had an idea, and he couldn't wait to make a move on Lin Lin.

The boys are not afraid to tell Shi Luo, "Lin Lin is not the first girl who was raped by Zhuang. There are twelve girls in our class, five of them have been slept by Zhuang, and two of them are voluntary. Three were forced, but those three were too cowardly to call the police or die."

Of course, he also contributed to this.

After the black-haired boy finished speaking, the red-haired boy was stunned.

He thought he was bad enough, but he didn't expect He Jia to be more sinister.

Hongmao touched his face, and suddenly he was glad that he looked average.

Huang Mao was the most stimulated, he said tremblingly, "It's strange, no wonder Mr. Zhuang always asks these people to talk to the office."

Teacher Zhuang also took special care of these girls. They didn't even need them to clean up the daily hygiene, and let them serve as class cadres respectively.

The three girls who volunteered didn't deal with each other very much.

Anyway, they always quarreled, and sometimes they fought.

Later, Teacher Zhuang asked them to go back to the office to talk to them a few times, and it was better.

Huang Mao didn't dare to think about it anymore, he took out the phone in a panic, "I, I want to tell my mother that I want to drop out of school."

Huang Mao is the second most handsome among the three-color hair, and he feels that he is also a little dangerous.

"Call the police before dropping out." Shi Luo said to him.

"Why do you want me to call the police?" Huang Mao didn't dare.

This is not a trivial matter, he is afraid of being retaliated.

He felt that if he called the police, one ghost and three people would take revenge on him.

"You are an eyewitness." Because of the 50 yuan, Shi Luo had a bit of patience with Huang Mao.

Huang Mao shook his hand and dropped the phone to the ground.

"You, you heard it too." Huang Mao was timid, he wished he could grow a pair of wings now so that he could fly home.

"So?" Shi Luo asked him back.

The yellow-haired boy shrank his neck, "I'll hit you."

"Don't call the police!" It was a black-haired boy who called out.

Suffering from being held by the female ghost by his hair, he couldn't move an inch, so he could only shout to the yellow-haired boy from a distance, "Yuan Haotian, I beg you, don't call the police."

He is not afraid of death, but he is afraid that he is not dead, but what he has done will be known by others.

Especially his family.

Huangmao wanted to cry.

He looked at the time uneasily.

Yuan Haotian is still his brother.

"Small, little sister, I, I don't want to kill my relatives righteously!" Huang Mao still had a little so-called 'moral justice' in his heart.

"Then ask her if she agrees." Shi Luo frowned.

Huangmao didn't understand yet, he only felt his neck tightened, and something cold and sharp was pressed against his Adam's apple.

But there was clearly nothing in front of him.

He knew it was a female ghost.

Of course, what He Jia was afraid of would be done even more.

The female ghost threatened sinisterly, "Call the police."

Huang Mao didn't hear it, so Shi Luo kindly conveyed it to her, "She asked you to call the police."

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