Xiang Nu left, but he didn't leave completely.
He still quietly followed behind Wang Zhihui, but the girl didn't know about Xiangnu's existence.
Xiangnu intends to follow Wang Zhihui's words because his target is likely to appear beside Wang Zhihui.
The reason why he told Wang Zhihui that he wanted to leave was entirely because he didn't know what kind of posture to put on when he and Wang Zhihui were face to face.
It seems too cruel to completely ignore her. Xiangnu feels that although he is a monster, he still retains a bit of humanity.
But he couldn't do it if he was asked to comfort Wang Zhihui. Although he still retains his humanity, in the final analysis, he is a monster, so pitiful with little warmth that he can't be assigned to Wang Zhihui at all.
After thinking about it, he thought it better to pretend that he was not by Wang Zhihui's side, so that he would not have to worry about these things anymore.
After Xiangnu 'leaved', Wang Zhihui sat on the spot for a while, then slowly wiped his face and sat up leaning on the wall.
The clothes on her body were stained with blood. After walking around the small room, Wang Zhihui picked up a large school uniform that looked a little dirty from under the bed, and put the school uniform on the current clothes.
Although the clothes underneath were covered, the bloody smell on her body was very strong, especially offensive.
Wang Zhihui's footsteps were very light when she walked, and she quickly walked up the path in the woods. Her figure was hidden among the heavy leaves, and she made very little movement. If you didn't observe carefully, you wouldn't be able to find that there was such a thing hidden in the woods. one person.
Xiangnu followed her, and Wang Zhihui stopped after walking for about ten minutes, and hid behind a tree.
Xiangnu got closer and found two people standing not far from the tree. Judging from their posture and figure, they should be a couple.
Wang Zhihui didn't look at them, but squatted on the ground, rubbing his hands on the roots of the tree, and then hooked a fishing line.
She turned sideways and glanced at the couple not far away, expressionless, but slowly pulled the fishing line.
The pulling of the fishing line made a sound of rustling leaves, but the breeze kept blowing, and the couple did not hear this slight movement.
Wang Zhihui pulled the fishing line slowly, and as she pulled, the silk threads that were loosely hanging on different branches were pulled, and slowly stretched and tightened.
With the last sudden force, the silk thread was tense for a moment, and was intricately entangled with the deliberately arranged fishing line. The tough fishing line scraped the neck of the couple in the center, and a large amount of blood gushed out.
The pair of men and women screamed in panic, and then died in pain, covering their necks with pale faces.
Wang Zhihui slowly came out from behind the tree, taking off her clean coat as she walked.
When the couple saw her, their eyes showed obvious consternation and panic. They were even more frightened when they saw the blood-stained clothes under Wang Zhihui's coat. They wanted to do something, but they couldn't move their fingers. Sliding slowly between the fingers, the whole person became weaker visible to the naked eye.
They looked at Wang Zhihui pleadingly, but what they received was the scythe of death.
Wang Zhihui's action goal was very clear to get rid of the couple again, and then put the school uniform on the outside again, but this time, the school uniform could not cover the bloody inner shirt, which faintly revealed a fishy smell.
Wang Zhihui left the woods calmly and headed to the next location with a clear goal.
She moves skillfully without any thinking, and after completing one place, she quickly goes to the next place, as if these routes and actions have been rehearsed countless times in her heart.
Xiangnu followed behind him, and went to the school dormitory with her. After the aunt in the dormitory was dealt with, she used the aunt's fingerprint to open her mobile phone and called the next person.
The white mist above the school gradually became gloomy, and the thick black light seemed to fall from the top of the head.
Wang Zhihui didn't realize it, and continued to act according to the route that had been demonstrated countless times in memory.
Xiang Nu stood on the open ground and looked up at the sky, slowly raised his hand, and pressed it on his empty chest.
They are coming.
Wang Zhihui has killed too many ghosts. She knows every ghost's death method and weakness by heart, and her hands are neat and simple. With her crazy and fast slaughter, the ghosts in the school are crazily reduced. Wang Zhihui has attracted the attention of some people.
They slowly approached Wang Zhihui under the black wind, and those ghosts who were temporarily sealed were also slowly unsealed, and they no longer let Wang Zhihui play with them in vain.
When Wang Zhihui covered up all the secrets at the bottom of the dormitory and returned to her dormitory to attack her roommate, Xiangnu quietly appeared behind her and gently patted her on the shoulder: "Be careful, they remember you!" Woke up."
Wang Zhihui was stunned for a moment, and turned to look at him subconsciously, but Xiangnu had already left, and his back disappeared.
Wang Zhihui pondered the meaning of Xiangnu's words, and became vigilant in her heart. When she opened the door, she naturally observed more carefully.
The roommate was facing her sideways, with her left hand hidden on the invisible side and touching her ear. When Wang Zhihui opened the door and came in, she just took her hand off Wang Zhihui's left ear and held a ballpoint pen in her left hand.
Thinking of Xiangnu's words, Wang Zhihui stopped, didn't go in, and stood at the door quietly looking at her roommate.
The roommate didn't tell Wang Zhihui to roll over cursingly when she saw her as usual, and stared straight at her while holding the ballpoint pen.
Wang Zhihui stared at her, and she realized that the roommate in front of her was no longer the guy who had no memory of death, but a poor ghost with the memory of being tortured to death by her.
Now, seeing that she has returned, she will probably use the power of ghosts to take revenge on her. Wang Zhihui thought coldly.
She wasn't scared, she was even excited.
Seeing that there was no point in pretending, Wang Zhihui simply walked into the bedroom and closed the door.
Xiangnu didn't go in, he thought, since Wang Zhihui dared to lock himself and that monster in this small room, he must be sure to deal with it, right
So, he'd better stay outside and wait for the person he wants to wait for.
Wang Zhihui closed the door, and the girl holding the ballpoint pen moved, moving her stiff limbs and stood up, looking at Wang Zhihui with terrifying eyes.
Wang Zhihui held the scissors in one hand, and took off the fat school uniform with the other hand, revealing the coat soaked in blood.
The girl holding the ballpoint pen paused, her dark eyes widened a little.
But Wang Zhihui smiled, and walked towards her slowly holding the scissors, she said softly: "Look, I'm right, you bunch of trash are really cowardly and pathetic..."
The girl with the ballpoint pen stared round, her eyes were full of hatred, the ballpoint pen in her hand turned into a sharp knife, her appearance was rotten and festered, her left ear and a large piece of skin were all peeled off, Wang Zhihui watched this scene with satisfaction, with a slight smile The smile slowly approached.
There was silence outside the door, and the world seemed to be silent. From the promenade, the sound of chains dragging along the floor could be heard, accompanied by a woman's hoarse and weird laughter: "Husband, our little baby has come back. But you must catch her, and you can't let her run away again."
Xiangnu raised his eyes and said quietly, "Mom, long time no see."
The friction sound of the chain mopping the ground stopped, and soon sounded again, and two vague figures appeared at the entrance of the stairway.
One looked at him in astonishment, while the other frowned, eyes full of disgust.