After encountering the existence of a suspected ghost for the first time, I left my hometown. I almost didn't go back, and in a blink of an eye, I reached the age of graduating from elementary school and going to junior high school.

For the sake of my future, my father sent me to the aristocratic class of a famous middle school. By the way, at that time, my father had already escaped the poverty situation of many years ago, and became a very famous local entrepreneur, real estate entrepreneur and many other titles. also because he had a few money in the bag, he dumped my mother and married a beautiful woman who was more than ten years younger than him.

Now that I think about it, my personality has changed from extremely naughty to silent and calm, and I guess I suffered that blow!

To be honest, I really hated my dad who became arrogant and thought he was a cheesy nouveau riche. Compared to other nouveau riche, it's just that there is more ink in the stomach. So when I heard my father, who was full of seriousness, talk about the terrible problem of having to live in a noble school if I went to an aristocratic school, I didn't think about it and readily agreed!

He was stunned, his face full of displeasure, thinking that he had thought that I would be reluctant to leave him.

In this way, I stepped into another world, a world made up entirely of rich people, and one of the most despicable in my life—a hell full of hooligans, so to speak, and the coquettish willfulness of the rich in their efforts.

The only thing I feel about this world that is out of place with me is that everyone is very difficult to get along with and has an extremely disgusting personality.

Because I don't think much of these people compare themselves with each other, I always stay away from them, and I don't want to be in groups. And because I was used to living a simple life and broke the accepted rules of luxury in the class, those who thought they were noble played hooligan on me.

So, that's the end of whining.

Anyway, I used to get repaired badly until one weekend, when my dad sent his driver to pick me up from school. In full view of everyone, I slowly stepped into the limousine, and the eyes of the class widened in amazement.

I laughed. This time I felt the power of money.

After that, those little hooligans turned their anger at me into a compliment, and the water of the Yangtze River continued.

In this way, I reached the third year of junior high school, and although everyone was kind to me, I still liked to be alone, and I didn't think that those who were always singing carols around me were worthy of deep friendship.

However, such a life is still peaceful after all. Until that day, Zhang Wen in the class shouted to me: "Hey, Xiaoye, do you want to have some excitement tonight?" ”

"What do you want to do?" Zhang Wen, the funny king, always has a ghost idea in his head.

He leaned over and said mysteriously, "Disc Immortal, have you heard of it?" ”

I was taken aback: "You want that kind of thing!" I've heard that if you can't send it back, something terrible will happen. ”

Zhang Wenman waved his hand indifferently, like a very stylish expert: "The chance of not being able to send it back is too small." And don't people call it Xian? This shows that it is not always a serious person. ”

I frowned: "I think it's better to encounter this kind of mysterious thing." And isn't the school's rules explicitly prohibiting students from playing with such things? ”

Speaking of which, the school will write the prohibition order of the saucer fairy into the school rules, which is really a bit unconventional and a little confusing.

He grinned and said, "Then how are you going to deal with this math surprise test?" I've heard that as long as you invite the Saucer Immortal, you can ask it any question. Hehe, I'm not talking about you, although your math scores are better than us, but you're still some way from passing. ”

It's true that I've never been very good at math. But it's almost impossible to run to pray to God and worship Buddha, not to mention the Saucer Immortal, when I hear this term, I feel a little creepy.

"I'm not going to participate." I shook my head without hesitation.

"Really?"

Too lazy to pay any more attention to him, I turned around and left.

But Zhang Wen's shout still came from behind him: "At twelve o'clock tonight, I, you, the bear, the duck and Xue Ying are in the classroom. Be sure to come! ”

Damn it! That guy is such a freak who doesn't care what other people think.

So that night, I finally went. As for why I went, I couldn't figure it out. Perhaps, deep down, I'm still very interested in these strange things!

Twelve o'clock in the morning.

Night enveloped the entire school.

It is often said that the middle school was built on the site of a mass grave, and at night, the ghosts of the disgruntled would come out and roam the campus.

Of course, I don't believe this kind of nonsense, but when I see the lonely school building in the darkness, I can't help but feel a chill rising from my spine. Sure enough, the reason why there are so many horror legends on campus is related to the strong contrast between the environment and its lively day and night.

On the way here, I met Ban Hua Xueying. She didn't get bad grades, and I was surprised that she would come to join in the fun.

"Really please, please?" Xue Ying timidly pulled the corner of my clothes and asked.

"Isn't that what you planned? I'm just a temporary worker, and I didn't know anything before you brought me in. I replied coldly.

"Be quiet, and the school police will be over." The duck shushed and gently opened the classroom door. The five of us walked in.

I pulled up a chair and sat down, watched the four people nervously close the table together, lit candles, spread out the gossip graphic paper, and finally took out an oil lamp dish that looked like a sacrificial stove prince. Poor equipment, but the game of Disc Immortal, is only popular because of its simplicity.

"Who's coming first?" Bear took the saucer and asked, this guy is the top of the class, and his huge size is enough to make many people fearful.

The five were silent for a while.

After being silent for a long time, the duck said: "I see, the most here, well, the rational one is going to be a little night." Let him take the lead with Xue Ying. This combination of beauties and handsome guys is sure to succeed at the first time. How about my proposal? ”

The duck is the bear's little Rollo, the attendant, and the dogleg. A timid and scared guy.

I snorted: "I said a long time ago that I came here just to join in the fun, and I will definitely not be stupid to participate." And didn't Zhang Wen swear and say with great vigor that whoever wants to rob him, he can't get along with whom? I glanced at Zhang Wen: "Hey, where has your pride of a strong man fled forever?" ”

"Who, who's going to escape!" He stammered, "Just go, just one life." It's a big deal that twenty years later, he will be a good man again. After that, he sat down at the table.

The bear said, "Then I'll be the second." If the two of us don't come, according to the rules, we will invite another person until there is no one left. Is that good? Seeing that no one objected, he said, "That's it, let's get started." ”

Zhang Wen and Bear who sat at the table were still a little nervous, after all, the legend of the Saucer Immortal carries a lot of mystery. People are always curious and afraid of things that have a sense of mystery.

"Saucer Immortal, Saucer Immortal, come to me from the other side of the night. Saucer, Saucer, get up from the cold underground, through the darkness, over the river......" The two of them pressed the end of the saucer with their index fingers and whispered the incantation.

Three minutes passed, and the saucer didn't move. Another three minutes passed, and nothing happened.

Zhang Wen breathed a long sigh of relief: "Change hands, change hands." He jumped to his feet and slapped his left hand on the duck's right palm.

"Can I stop playing?" Before the timid duck had finished speaking, the bear's gaze had already been pressed. He clenched his head hard.

"Okay, okay. Play and play. Why are you glaring at me! He sat down tremblingly, and carefully placed his index finger on the plate, as if the plate had life, and the slightest force would bite him.

The spell sounded again, but this time nothing happened.

"Then it's time for Xue Ying." Bear stood up and said.

"It's not fair, Xiao Ye doesn't participate. I think I'd better quit. This game is weird and scary! Xue Ying shouted. Usually this class is full of arrogance, and no one seems to look at it, but now I am afraid that I will hide behind my back.

Bear said, "Then, Xiao Ye will be the last in line." ”

"I don't play." I still shook my head.

"It's just a test of courage, so why take it so seriously."

"Not interested." I repeated. Now that I think about it, with my curiosity, it is really strange that I would repeatedly refuse such a supernatural game. Perhaps the sixth sense in the dark had already had a premonition that something ominous was about to happen.

"Xiao Ye, then you can touch the plate with your hand, so that we can count you as having played." The bear's tone was very hard, faintly threatening: "You don't want the whole school to know tomorrow that Ye Buyu is actually a coward, right?" ”

"Little Night!" Xue Ying glanced at me pleadingly.

Alas, I don't care about anything in my life, but I'm just not good at refusing the request of a beautiful girl, although I don't have much affection for Xueying.

"Then I'll just touch it." I sighed and extended my index finger.

I just wanted to touch it lightly, but something surprising happened when we tried to take our fingers back......

It's a saucer! It moves!

At that moment, the five people in the classroom looked at the moving saucer as if petrified.

This silent movement, with my and Xueying's hands roaming the entire Bagua graphic paper, seemed to be looking for something.

I quickly came to my senses. I tried to raise my index finger, but I found that a strong suction force suddenly appeared between the saucer and my fingers, and my fingers were firmly glued. I was reluctant to resist desperately, and finally pulled my fingers back.

But Xue Ying was not so lucky, her fingers were still glued to the saucer.

"Get that thing out of the way!" I yelled, the strange situation that made me feel confused.

"I, I can't let it go!" Xue Ying shouted in fear, and cried out in fright.

"How is this possible?" I immediately pounced on her and pulled her hand back hard, and shouted angrily at the other three "manly" who were so frightened that they didn't move that they continued to be sluggish: "What are you still in a daze, come and help!" ”

This drink woke them up, but they didn't expect these self-proclaimed bold guys to let out a heart-rending scream of "ghost", and ran out one after another, without looking back at the trapped Xue Ying.

I yelled at them that they were not righteous, and in a fit of rage, I pulled it hard, and hey, I pulled it away.

It stands to reason that with so much force, the dish should have been lifted off the table, but when the dish was detached from the fingers, not only was it not lifted in the slightest, but it still moved wildly on the paper in spite of any theorem of mechanics in the world.

Xue Ying and I didn't dare to look at it, so we hurriedly escaped.

As I ran out of the door, I somehow looked back at the table and was surprised to find that the movement of the dish was not aimless, it was always between three words.

Those three words were: in, water, edge!

Then there was a "pop" behind him, which seemed to be the sound of a plate falling to the ground and breaking.

At the water's edge? What does that mean? Could it be that the Disc Immortal Game really invited the immortals, and it wanted to pass on a certain message to us?

All five of us fled, and nothing happened. No broken hands or feet, no hair loss. That seems to be the end of the matter......

But can it really end so easily?

Perhaps, it's not that simple! The signs that followed cruelly told me that this was only the beginning of that series of tragedies.

The night birds in the playground were screaming fiercely, and their terrifying voices were one after another, like a note urging death, heralding the coming of terror......