Hell App - Chapter 127

The strength of his fingers gradually tightened, and Bai Yan’s face turned red.

He tried hard to break away the hand that was strangling his neck, but the hand was like a poisonous snake, biting his neck.

Bai Yan gradually became difficult to breathe. He knew that if he continued like this, he would be strangled to death.

Recalling the memories of escaping from death several times before, Bai Yan’s eyes felt hot.

He had experienced this feeling many times and was extremely familiar with it.

In the past month, he had tried many times and learned how to use this blood and tears from unknown sources.

This kind of blood and tears can give him a little resistance in front of the evil ghost, making him ignore his existence.

In addition, this power can not only reduce Li Gui’s interest in him, but can also be used on humans.

Under the conscious urging, Bai Yan’s eyes left two lines of blood tears. The hot blood tears snaked down, and the sticky blood drops hit the table drop by drop, making a heavy impact sound.

Blood and tears kept pouring out, and Bai Yan felt that the tears shed this time were more than the time in Chinese class when Li Hua insisted on dragging him into the Chinese book to become friends with him.

Bai Yan felt that he would faint at any time, but fortunately the blood and tears had some effect.

After an unknown amount of time, when half of the desk was wet with blood and tears, Wang Ze’s hand on his neck suddenly loosened.

Freed from the clutches of an iron hoop, Bai Yan covered his mouth and coughed.

However, just when he thought that Wang Ze had let him go like the previous ghosts, Wang Ze’s hand that strangled his neck suddenly stretched out his eyes and said calmly: “Your eyes, let me Nausea.”

After that, he dug out Bai Yan’s left eye.

He threw his eyeball to the ground and crushed it with his foot. Bai Yan only had time to let out a scream, but he could no longer make any sound – his other eye was also gouged out, and then his throat opened again. Being pinched tightly.

This time, the hand that grabbed his throat used enough force from the beginning. Bai Yan could clearly hear a crunching sound coming from his neck.

pain.

it hurts.

There was unbearable severe pain in his eyes and throat at the same time. Bai Yan wanted to scream in pain, but he could no longer make a sound.

His eyes had been gouged out, and even if he wanted to cry in pain, he had nothing to do with it.

There were only two black blood holes left in Bai Yan’s eyes, and a large stream of scarlet liquid gushes out from the eye sockets. He smelled a strong smell of rust in his nose and mouth at the same time.

Bai Yan vaguely realized that this was the smell of life passing by.

Soon, he will be killed and turned into a cold corpse.

Then, he will be taught by one or two classmates. Transported out of the classroom, grabbed by the arm and dragged mercilessly to the trash can he passed by in the morning.

They would throw his body inside, and like other long-dead classmates, it would rot and stink in the cold, dark iron, and let vicious dogs and maggots feast on his body.

In a few days, or even dozens of days, he would turn into a faceless skeleton, lying at the bottom of the garbage dump with his companions, with fresh bones still attached to his body buried above his body.

…

Bai Yan himself felt very surprised. Under the dual effects of death and pain, he still had time to think about this.

A subtle strange feeling rose from the bottom of his heart, and Bai Yan felt that his soul was withdrawing from his body.

He raised his bloody hand and touched Wang Ze’s face in the darkness.

This touch felt extremely familiar to him. This familiar outline was exactly the same as the feeling he had in his memory.

However, Bai Yan knew very well that these were two completely different people.

The person in front of me may not even be a human being.

Bai Yan retracted his palm, covered the hand holding his throat with his hand, and smiled softly.

He raised his empty eyes and smiled helplessly, and his helplessness was mixed with a bit of regret: “This world… is fake…”

“Such an interesting dream, I really want to have it for a while longer…”

Bai Yan coughed twice and said intermittently: “I like it very much… This is the world I have always looked forward to, but people like him will never do such a thing…”

“It’s a pity… you are so fake.”

After saying the last sentence, Bai Yan’s body moved in vain, and the ‘person’ who grabbed his throat and pressed him to the desk, unable to move, also disappeared.

Bai Yan regained his freedom, and at the same time, his eyes regained their brightness.

In the dream, Bai Yan looked at his empty eyes and saw the dream gradually disintegrating.

The floor tiles in the classroom began to collapse, and the ceiling above them was crumbling. Soon large bricks fell down, and several children were killed by sharp boulders.

In this earth-shattering scene, the male teacher roared unwillingly, and the children screamed in fear with childlike voices.

Seeing the hell-like scene, Bai Yan was not afraid at all.

He knew very clearly that this was just a dream.

A very real dream.

…

Waking up from his dream, Bai Yan felt out of breath.

He opened his eyes and found a corpse so rotten that his gender could not be identified, pressing on him. He raised his rotten hands and clasped his neck tightly. This was the reason why he couldn’t breathe.

No wonder, in his dream, he felt pain in his neck. It turned out to be a good thing caused by it.

Bai Yan understood everything immediately, but he had no time to fix the culprit. He pushed the carrion away with his knee and pushed the body aside.

Seeing that the phone was not in his hand, he immediately reached into his pocket, but after touching it twice, he froze.

“Where’s my cell phone? Where did my big cell phone go?”

After thirty seconds, the dead corpse next to him will no longer stand upright, but will revive into a real ghost, which can kill him easily.

Bai Yan knew that no matter how magical the protection of the APP was, the phone would not be able to run away on its own.

He looked at his surroundings. He was sitting in an empty room, with only an iron bed under him and a dead, rotting, stinking corpse next to him. There seemed to be no place to hide anything.

Thinking of what this gentleman did just now when he pressed on top of him and strangled his neck with his hands, it was obvious that this ghost was not an honest ghost either.

The ghost must have stolen his cell phone while he was sleeping.

Ghosts that can create dreams are really different. Not only do they have great imagination, but their thinking is also different from other ghosts.

So, where can it hide its phone?

Bai Yan thought for two seconds and found that the belly of the rotten corpse was still intact, at least the meat on it was not completely rotten.

So, enduring the stench, he reached out and tore open the rotten corpse’s tattered belly.

Sure enough, there was a dirty mobile phone hidden in the belly of the rotting corpse.

Bai Yan opened the phone and saw the familiar interface on the App, knowing that the phone was genuine.

Seeing that it was about to reach the end in thirty seconds, the skull of the rotten corpse next to it was shaking, looking like it was coming back to life.

Bai Yan no longer hesitated and immediately clicked return.

When he returned to the real room, Bai Yan had time to cover his eyes and lay motionless on the bed.

Although it was just a dream, the pain in the dream remained, and when he returned to reality, his eyes still hurt.

After lying on the bed for a long time, Bai Yan finally regained his composure.

He felt his eyes burning, so he stood up and looked in the mirror.

In the mirror, his eyes were red. Coupled with his original golden hair, he now looks more like an albino.