Chapter 191

Looking at the head in the bag.

Sun Qian was terrified and instinctively threw the schoolbag out.

As it happened, the path he threw the schoolbag was exactly the only damaged part of the room's window.

Watching the schoolbag about to fly out of the building.

Boom!

The schoolbag was slapped down by a scabbard.

Wu Xian had been squatting nearby, and after discovering Sun Qian's abnormality, he intercepted the schoolbag.

He picked up the schoolbag and opened it, discovering that inside there was only a pale, old basketball, the texture on the surface of the basketball was worn away, and it had lost its original color.

Wu Xian tentatively sent the schoolbag to Sun Qian, causing Sun Qian to retreat in a panic, so he asked curiously: "What did you see?"

"A... a head."

"Sure enough." Wu Xian didn't feel surprised at all, "Then were you deliberately throwing the schoolbag out of the room just now?"

"I just wanted to throw it further..."

Sun Qian said this and suddenly froze.

Only then did he realize that there was only one broken window in the whole room; in his panic, how could he have thrown it so accurately? He didn't even know how to play basketball!

There was only one possibility.

It was the ghost guiding him to throw the schoolbag out!

A smile appeared on Wu Xian's face.

He found the opportunity to film the first ghost!

"I think you should realize that you have been targeted by this ball-bouncing ghost; if I hadn't intercepted this schoolbag, when the ball-bouncing ghost came back to find you for the ball, you might have had to go outside yourself to pick up the ball..."

Going out to pick up the ball alone in the middle of the night?

Thinking of this scene, Sun Qian felt a chill on his back.

Wu Xian continued: "But just intercepting the schoolbag won't save you; that ghost will come back to find you sooner or later. If you don't want to encounter him when your life is at stake, there is only one way."

Sun Qian pondered for a moment and looked up: "Kill that ghost! But how can I kill a ghost?"

Wu Xian flicked his finger, the Ghost-Head Blade slightly unsheathed, and the ghost face on the hilt grinned at Sun Qian.

"The work of killing ghosts will be left to us."

Being targeted by a ghost was bad luck for Sun Qian.

But for other Lotus Juanren, it was a rare opportunity.

They only needed to keep an eye on Sun Qian, and they would definitely encounter that ghost; whether to kill first and film later, or film first and kill later, was all up to them.

Sun Qian understood in his heart that in this plan, he was just bait, the one who bore the greatest danger.

But he still actively cooperated, holding the schoolbag and sitting at the edge of the room, waiting for the attack from the ball-bouncing ghost.

What surprised everyone was that they waited until the middle of the night, taking turns sleeping several times, and there was no movement at all, as if the ball-bouncing ghost had forgotten that he had lost his ball.

Sun Qian pondered for a long time and stood up to say to everyone.

"Let's go out and wait!"

"The last time we encountered the ball-bouncing ghost was in the corridor; perhaps that ghost only appears in the corridor, and we can only achieve our goal in the corridor."

Wu Xian nodded.

He thought so too.

But Sun Qian being able to propose it himself still surprised him, because the danger level in the corridor would be much higher.

This young man seemed to be much more reliable than before after being scared twice.

Wu Xian reminded: "Are you ready?"

Sun Qian gritted his teeth: "I'm not afraid!"

Others could take turns sleeping, but he, holding the head, couldn't; if he couldn't solve this hidden danger tonight, he, who hadn't slept all night, wouldn't be able to handle other dangers.

In addition, after sitting with the head all night, he had calmed down a lot.

Lou Yaozong said when introducing the Fudi at the beginning: in the Fudi, only by taking risks can one gain the ability to resist risks.

Wealth is sought in danger; Sun Qian accepted the reality that he was not the protagonist of a novel, but he refused to be a coward.

Wu Xian turned to look at the others.

Seeing that everyone agreed to go out and wait for the malevolent entity, he made a request.

"When looking for old papers earlier, there seemed to be a roll of tape; give me that tape and the basketball."

"I have a great use for them!"

Whoosh!

The broken glass cut the moonlight shining into the corridor into several pieces.

The atmosphere in the corridor was oppressive and heavy.

Wu Xian squatted next to the windowsill, puffed up his cheeks, and blew, bringing up a cloud of dust.

The windowsill he blew was clearly divided; one side was very clean, and the other side had stubborn dust that had been wet and couldn't be blown away.

This meant that the dust on this windowsill had been cleaned before; this island was not as Yan Ting said, that no one had come for ten years.

"Cough, cough, what are you doing?"

Liao Yifang covered her nose and mouth and complained to Wu Xian.

Wu Xian shook his head and smiled without saying a word.

At this time, there were only four people in the corridor: Wu Xian, Liao Yifang, Zhang Wei, and Sun Qian.

They initially considered safety and left no one in the room, all waiting in the corridor, but waited for half an hour with nothing to show for it.

So Han Ke proposed a possibility.

Could it be that the ghost had already appeared, but because there were too many people, it didn't take action for the time being?

When the ball-bouncing ghost first appeared, it didn't actually attack everyone; it was just passing by, and everyone only discovered its trace because it was bouncing a ball.

Now the ball was with Sun Qian; as long as it didn't bounce the ball or attack, even if it stood in the middle of everyone, everyone wouldn't be able to discover its existence.

If this was the case.

Waiting here was meaningless.

So everyone agreed to reduce the number of people participating in the action; Zhang Wei and Sun Qian definitely had to be outside, and at least two Lotus Juanren had to be there to ensure the killing of the ball-bouncing ghost.

Through rock-paper-scissors, Liao Yifang and Wu Xian finally obtained the qualifications.

It was unknown if this was luck or misfortune.

Sun Qian opened the schoolbag.

The head in the schoolbag made a scary expression again, but this time Sun Qian wasn't scared, but laughed instead.

Because on the nose of the head, a playing card was stuck!

This made the terrifying head look a bit funny.

Laughing and laughing, Sun Qian felt a chill, carefully exhaling a breath, which was actually cold white air.

"Brothers and sisters, be careful, it's coming!"

Boom!

There was no sign at all.

The backpack Sun Qian was holding suddenly moved, and a huge force squeezed Sun Qian against the wall.

He lowered his head to look at the gap in the backpack and saw the purple-red head desperately trying to squeeze into his body.

"Hide, hide in someone else's body, then he can't bounce me anymore."

This time Sun Qian couldn't laugh.

He didn't want to have a human face growing on his stomach like Ren Cha!

Boom!

Liao Yifang rushed out like a female leopard, kicking the schoolbag away.

Wu Xian was slightly surprised.

As expected of a professional, her reaction speed was comparable to the previous Auntie He!

The head basketball flew out of the schoolbag and stopped in mid-air eerily, being bounced rhythmically by an invisible hand.

Boom, boom...

Every sound was like a huge heartbeat.

In the eyes of Wu Xian and Liao Yifang, this was just a basketball.

But in Sun Qian's eyes, every time that head hammer was bounced, it let out a muffled wail, and the head pleaded bitterly to Sun Qian.

"Save me, save... ah!"

(End of chapter)