Chapter 630： One more 1

I also felt very puzzled at the time. It is absolutely unusual to say that many people have died in school history. Why is there no news? ”

Ye Shaoyang still wants to ask something. An Xiaoshang stood up and said: "If you don't talk about it, the sky is dark, and it is scary. Let's go to Xiaoqiang to burn some paper."

Ye Shaoyang came to the spirit position with her. At this time, the sky was already dark outside. The lights in the hall were lit up. It may be because the hall was too big. The lights were very dim. Several students were in a group in front of the brazier. Swallowed paper.

According to traditional customs, the paper in the brazier cannot be extinguished. Before dawn, it is necessary to burn nine grams of sixty-two ash.

Ye Shaoyang also squatted in front of the brazier, burned two pieces of paper, and suddenly there was an exclamation around him: "Yeah, Xiaoqiang cried!"

This sentence was issued by a girl. All the people who were scared to be present were all trembled and turned to look at it. A girl was slowly receding from the front of the hail, with a look of fear on her face.

Ye Shaoyang immediately stepped forward and looked through the transparent cover. On both sides of Li Xiaoqiang's eyes, there were not two blood marks, which flowed into the gap of the hair.

"Oh my God, what's the matter!" The daring boys got together and saw this scene, shocked.

Ye Shaoyang opened the lid in the eyes of the public, touched the forehead of the body, and then wiped off the "blood tears" on his face with a paper towel, covered the coffin, looked back at the stunned people and said: "Don't be afraid, this tears Because there is blood in his eye socket, it was frozen before. Although the hail has a freezing function, it is a little higher than the temperature in the freezer. He thawed some of his body and the blood flowed down..."

As he explained, everyone was relieved.

"I said nothing," said Zhuge Liang with a disdain afterwards. "Where are the ghosts and gods in this world, they are all scaring themselves."

His voice just fell, and suddenly there was a loud bang outside the door. The boy was closest to the door and was scared to jump. Everyone turned their heads and saw that the door was blown away by the wind, so they quickly rushed to the scene and laughed at the boy's timidity.

Ye Shaoyang's brow wrinkled, just the gust of wind... How to carry a yin?

I was thinking about whether I would go outside and see if my signature was still there. Just after I got to the door, I blew a gust of wind behind me. Looking back, it turned out that the small door next to the other bathroom was blown away by the wind. This wind is stronger than the previous one. When the group has not returned, the long lamp and the long candle have been blown out. The chandelier above the head is also blown and slammed into the roof, slamming. Broken.

The entire hall was dark.

Two seconds later, the people came back to the world, and they took out their mobile phones and shook them together, especially a few girls, screaming in fear.

Ye Shaoyang rushed to the opposite side, closed the small door, plugged it in, and then returned to the mourning hall, lit a few candles, and the room was restored to a light.

Ye Shaoyang took a few candles from the backpack and took them to the four corners of the room. They were placed under the yellow paper, and the room was a little bright, and the mood of the people gradually stabilized.

"What should I do?" Lin Yongchang looked up at the broken chandelier and said with concern.

"Or go to the staff to get a light bulb," An Xiaochao suggested. "This night is long, you can't light a candle, and it's dark, it's always a little uncomfortable... Who are you going?"

As a result, everyone looked at each other. No one signed up. The wind and rain were outside, the night was no one, and there was such a place in the crematorium. Obviously no one dared to go out.

In the end, Lin Yongchang thought of the number of the office on his mobile phone. After hitting it, someone actually picked it up. Lin Yongchang said the situation. The other party said that he would send a light bulb and hang up the phone. Everyone continued to sit in front of the brazier and burn the paper. A little more, it can also increase the brightness of the hall.

Ye Shaoyang looked at these people and always felt that something was wrong. So he quietly counted the number of people, and his heart trembled and counted again. They were still these people, so they silently retreated to the corner and called An Xiaoshao’s name. The sound came and said: "What happened?"

Ye Shaoyang looked at her and said, "There is something, I don't want to say it when I say it."

An Xiaoshao hadn’t heard anything, and the voice began to tremble: “What is it?”

Ye Shaoyang said: "You used to help me to see, in these few people, are there any people you don't know?"

An Xiao looked at her shallowly, and the fire made her face red. "Ye brother, don't scare me, what the **** is going on?"

"You look at it first. Rest assured, I can guarantee your safety. I will accompany you."

Before returning to the spiritual position, the two pretended to burn the paper, looked at the people beside them, and then retired inadvertently.

"It’s all my classmates," An Xiaoshu whispered, his expression relaxed a little. "Ye brother, you scared me, I thought something was going on."

Ye Shaoyang took a breath and said: "This is even more troublesome. Do you remember how many of you stayed in this vigil?"

An Xiaowa slowly shook his head. "I didn't pay attention."

Ye Shaoyang rushed her to make an "eight" gesture. "Eight people, not counting my words, five men and three women, eight people, you look now, how many people?"

An Xiaoshao seems to understand what it is, breathing immediately and rushing to the side of Ye Shaoyang, looking back, watching the people around the brazier burning paper, silently counted, "one, two, three, four, five, six, seven , eight..." I vomited, and said to Ye Shaoyang, "It’s eight people."

Ye Shaoyang smiled and looked at her. "Are you scared, are you not one?"

An Xiaoguang's face brush turned pale, and both eyes and mouth slowly grew together. They fixed their eyes and looked stunned. They stared at Ye Shaoyang and watched for half a minute. They rushed to breathe and trembled and asked: " Ye Ye, you are sure to remember correctly!"

"If I count, of course I will not remember correctly. This kind of thing is not a joke. Without absolute certainty, I will not tell you. You should sit down first."

Ye Shaoyang helped her to sit on the futon. It was estimated that if she didn't help, she couldn't stand anymore.

"What are you doing, why not come?" a girl turned and asked.

"I, I am a little tired, take a break." An Xiaochao replied.

When the girl turned her head, Ye Shaoyang whispered to An Xiaoshao: "After they left, no one came back. I confessed it. I suspect that when the door was blown away by the wind, there were ghosts coming in, and Change to one of the classmates who left before..."