Zhang Tianyang snorted coldly: "I don't believe in evil, and if there are any people who don't believe in evil, come with me!" ”

Zhang Tianyang waved his hand, and suddenly many boys were eager to show their boldness in front of the girls, and hurriedly followed.

The more Yang Tianming said that it was haunted, the more they wanted to go in and have a look, so as to prove their courage.

Yang Tianming was completely speechless, glanced at Xie Xiaona, and could only hurriedly follow.

"You're still so kind, if it's me, others misunderstand me so much, I don't bother to pay attention to them." Xie Xiaona was beside Yang Tianming and whispered.

Yang Tianming smiled: "The truth is always in the hands of a few, and those of us who can see the truth must have a tolerant mind to tolerate their ignorance." ”

"Good philosophy." Xie Xiaona was unconscious, a little obsessed.

At the beginning, only Wei Wei and Qian Jing proposed to enter the ancient temple, but when Zhang Tianyang shouted like this, it was as if he was admitting cowardice if he didn't enter the ancient temple, and there was no way for the rest of the people to follow in.

Qian Jing is beautiful, she is a proud girl, and her family background is good, and there are few classmates who can enter her eyes on weekdays.

And Wei Wei was bent on chasing Qian Jing, so he was eager to behave in front of Qian Jing.

As soon as he came to the gate of the ancient temple, without waiting for Qian Jing to stretch out his hand, Wei Wei kicked open the door of the ancient temple and glanced at it: "It's not very good." ”

The ancient temple was still in a mess, full of dust and dead leaves, as well as the black and slimy minced meat of the dustless Taoist.

The students all walked in, looking at this, some were curious, some were disgusted, and this small ancient temple became lively for a while.

"This idol is so scary!" The woman said.

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." The boy said.

Wei Wei also stayed by Qian Jing's side, showing extreme disdain for everything: "Hmph, it's not too scary, even if there are really ghosts, so many of us are still afraid of ghosts?" Xiaojing, I'm here, don't be afraid! ”

Qian Jing glared at Wei Wei: "Who is afraid?" Hmph, it's Yang Tianming's coward who is afraid. ”

The two turned their heads and saw Yang Tianming and Xie Xiaona, standing at the gate of the ancient temple.

"Hahaha, that's right, he's just a coward, coward!" Wei Wei said proudly.

After a while, some students wanted to go around behind the idol.

Seeing this, Yang Tianming hurriedly shouted, "I'll tell you a ghost story." ”

Belch?

Everyone was stunned for a moment.

"Hahaha, coward, you dare to tell ghost stories, don't scare you to death."

"It's just, if you pee your pants in fear, it will be a shame."

Seeing that everyone's attraction was coming towards him, Yang Tianming said unhurriedly: "What, don't you dare to listen?" My ghost story is very scary, if anyone dares not listen to it, forget it. ”

He has already figured out the psychology of his classmates.

"Hmph, who is afraid, I am not afraid."

"I'm not afraid."

"Who is afraid of who is the grandson!"

The boys shouted along.

Yang Tianming smiled: "Since I'm not afraid, I'll talk about it." Come on, everyone sit around here, my story is a storytelling story. ”

"Sitting on the ground? It's so dirty, I won't sit on it. ”

"It's just, a lot of ash."

"If you want to talk about it, you can talk about it, and if you don't talk about it, don't be verbose." Wei Wei said coldly.

Yang Tianming smiled faintly: "What's the matter, I'm afraid?" ”

"Who is afraid?" Wei Wei was not convinced.

"If you're not afraid, sit down, because my story is not only a story, but also a ghost, only when everyone sits in a circle to listen to this story, can you prove your courage!"

Yang Tianming has already made up his mind to scare and scare these guys who don't know the height of the sky and the thickness of the earth, so that they can stay away from the ancient temple.

"Sit down, who's afraid of whom!"

Many students were immediately unconvinced.

Yang Tianming has thoroughly eaten the psychology of these young boys and girls, and the hidden agitation method has been tried and tested.

The forty-five students in the class all sat together, as if they were going to play a game of throwing handkerchiefs, and surrounded the city in a big circle.

"Quick, I don't believe in any stories that can scare me."

"It's just that the ghost story that scares me hasn't been born yet!"

"Big brother, ghost stories are not born"

"Everyone is quiet, I'm ready to talk." Yang Tianming said.

"This is a true story, once there was a class, like our class, also before the college entrance examination, organized an outing, they went up a hill, found a dilapidated ancient temple on the top of the mountain, so the brave students began to prepare to tell ghost stories"

As soon as Yang Tianming mentioned this, Zhang Tianyang was unconvinced: "Hey, aren't you talking about us, this is also a story?" ”

"It's just, just make it up."

Yang Tianming looked at the two: "Scared? ”

The two of them suddenly glared: "Who is afraid?" ”

"If you're not afraid, shut up and keep listening." Yang Tianming continued: "One of the classmates told the first ghost story, and called one more person, and the content of the story was that there was a ghost who loved to listen to stories, and wherever the story was told, he would go to eavesdrop, and he would mix in the crowd, just like we are now, crowded into a certain place

Around people, quietly waiting to listen to the story, and the people around who are listening to the story will suddenly find that there is a stranger next to them! ”

When Yang Tianming talked about this, some timid girls were already restless, and couldn't help but look left and right, for fear of seeing a stranger sitting next to them.

More students also feel uncomfortable, and they always feel that they are crowded around them

"Hey, this is a ghost story, and it's not interesting!" Wei Wei pretended not to be afraid at all.

"That's right, it's not scary at all." Someone chimed in. Yang Tianming smiled: "Of course not, this is just the first story in our story, you can be quiet and listen to me." Ahem, after the first story was told, some students were already scared, and then the second student began to tell the story, and the name of the story was that there was someone behind it! The second story is similar to the first one, and it is about a ghost who likes to listen to stories, and where there is a story, that ghost will come together. But this storyteller doesn't like to crowd in a crowd, but likes to stand behind the person listening to the story and listen silently, and that person is not at all

I don't know, there's a ghost standing behind me."

The light in the ancient temple was dim, and as soon as Yang Tianming mentioned this, the students became restless again.

Many girls can't sit still, and some can't help but look back, subconsciously looking behind them.

"Don't look back!" Yang Tianming suddenly said loudly, "Don't forget that we are also telling stories, and the story ghost may be behind one of you!" When the story ghost listens to the story, he doesn't want to be disturbed. Yang Tianming showed his beautiful little white teeth, but at this moment, in the eyes of others, the little white teeth were gloomy.