"Yes." Xia Qianshuang nodded solemnly and said firmly, "You have not been in contact with the red doll for a long time. As long as you remove the ghost mark it left on you, it will not haunt you again...

…However, it will move on to its next prey.”

"So, it will also entangle other people?"

Li Mengxue couldn't help but murmur to herself, not noticing the silent expressions of Xia Qianshuang and Jiang Xinyou.

This is what they are most worried about now.

I don’t know who the red doll’s next target will be?

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It was already late at night, and the clear voices of the girls could be heard from the school road, mixed with the cold wind that penetrated the woods, bringing a bit of life to the lifeless campus.

"Minister Yang, why doesn't Xia Qianshuang's solo dance need to be rehearsed? You are the Minister of Literature and Art, why don't you talk about it?"

"What do you know? Even if Minister Yang wants to take care of it, isn't President Leng still there? If Leng Yan doesn't want us to see his girlfriend's performance in advance, there's nothing he can do about it!"

The girls were talking a lot, and those words were very harsh in Yang Guyu's ears.

It was as if the whole world was reminding her that Xia Qianshuang and Leng Yan were a match made in heaven.

Yang Guyu thought angrily when he suddenly heard a patter of footsteps coming from behind.

The footsteps were very light, like four or five people walking together at the same time, clattering on the bluestone road covered with thin snow, as if it were illusory, as if there was nothing, as if in a dream, clear, but not real.

.

Yang Guyu looked back in surprise. Behind him was a long and narrow corridor. It was dark and the pale street lights could not see the end of the road. The tall teaching buildings in the distance looked like a heavy tombstone in the silent night.

watching them...

Suddenly, a dark wind hit him, and the laughter and laughter in his ears fell silent for a moment. Yang Guyu heard his own surging heartbeat, and quickly turned around, and those familiar voices returned to his ears again.

"Minister Yang, what's wrong with you?"

A girl asked with concern.

Yang Guyu took a deep breath, kept a sweet smile, and slowly shook his head: "It's okay, I just feel that standing here talking in the winter is a bit eerie..."

"What, hasn't Minister Yang heard about that?" A girl who had just joined the dance team glanced around and said to everyone mysteriously, "I heard that a senior student was strangled to death by an admirer here.

On the school road, his whole neck was crushed and blood flowed all over the ground. When he died, the weather was just like now, with snowflakes floating in the sky..."

The girl's gentle voice reached everyone's ears, opening the door to fear like a mysterious key.

The girls couldn't help but shuddered and started playing again: "Oh, I'm actually telling ghost stories in the middle of the night. Are you annoyed?"

"That's right, it's scary!"

As the girls said this, they quickened their pace and left the school road. Yang Guyu quickly followed, but there were still faint sounds of footsteps behind them.

It was as if a pair of hands were squeezing her heart. She couldn't tell where the strange feeling came from. She could only feel that her heart was not up and down, and the cold air around her froze her breath.

After returning to the dormitory, Yang Guyu immediately took a hot bath. When the hot water burst out from the shower head and washed away the chill, Yang Guyu finally regained some sense and let out a long sigh of relief. (2 updates. Everyone.

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Chapter completed!