C12 Midnight Phantom Window!

Jia Zheng opened his eyes wide, staring at the ceiling anxiously, not feeling sleepy at all.

"Sizzle, sizzle ~ ~ ~"

Suddenly, the sound of nails scratching against glass came from outside the window.

The sharp voice penetrated his bones, causing Jia Zheng's scalp to tingle. He turned his head to look and was so frightened that his entire body shivered. In an instant, he curled up into a ball.

On the windowsill outside, there was a pale and ghastly face, staring at her with blood-red eyes and a purplish-red mouth. It looked at her with a smile that was not a smile, but what was even weirder was that there were no teeth in its mouth. Only a long purplish-red tongue was licking its lips!

His hair was long and loose on his shoulders like a clump of grass, and the fingernails of his right hand were ten centimeters long.

Jia Zheng's skin stood on end, his teeth chattering uncontrollably. He hugged his blanket tightly, not daring to breathe. He was so scared that he lost his courage to run away.

The corner of the mouth of the face outside slowly curled up, and a strange smile appeared on his face. His gaze was sinister, and there was even a hint of ridicule in it.

Gradually, the face became blurred and finally disappeared, leaving only the mottled shadows of the trees trembling in the pale moonlight.

"Is it gone?"

Jia Zheng still didn't dare to move. He stared out the window into the eerie night. He was worried that the evil ghost might appear again at any moment.

"You seem really reluctant to part with me."

A faint voice sounded from behind him.

Jia Zheng drew in a breath of cold air.

An eerie cold air sprayed on his back. Jia Zheng quivered in fear. He had no idea where he got the courage to jump up from the bed and run out the door barefoot.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck …"

A wave of sinister laughter came from behind him.

Did that evil ghost chase us?

Jia Zheng was so scared that his eyes were wide open and his mouth agape. He screamed and ran crazily down the corridor to the stairs, stumbling as he ran down.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck …"

The creepy laughter followed closely behind him like maggots attached to a bone, reverberating for a long time through the pitch-black corridor.

Waves of bone-piercing cold wind blew toward Jia Zheng's back. Even though it was a day in the middle of the sky, the surrounding temperature dropped to freezing point.

Jia Zheng quivered all over from the cold. His legs were shaking like clockwork, but his feet moved faster than they ever had. He was like a headless fly, staggering down the stairs.

In his flustered state, his hand was accidentally cut by a nail on the wooden banister. He felt a burning pain, and his palm was sticky with blood. However, Jia Zheng Jing didn't even have time to look as he rushed down in panic.

Finally, his vision cleared up a lot. He had reached the first floor's staircase!

Jia Zheng quickly rushed out of the dormitory and ran towards the funeral parlor in panic.

He only had one thought in his mind: Get in the car, run for your life!

"Cluck, cluck, cluck …"

From time to time, sinister laughter came from behind him. That evil ghost didn't seem to be in a hurry to catch up to him, but kept at a distance of a few steps, following him at a leisurely pace, like a cat playing with a mouse.

Jia Zheng's mouth half opened in fear, his eyes were wide open, his back bent, his hands waving in the air, and he ran like a wisp of smoke to the taxi outside the funeral home. His hands were trembling as he opened the door, and he started the car without even getting his seat belt fastened, then he stepped on the throttle to the ground and started the engine. With a roar, he rushed forward, and in the blink of an eye, he was already dozens of meters away.

Jia Zheng looked in the rearview mirror from time to time. After a few minutes, the funeral home gradually faded into the pale and gloomy moonlight. He couldn't even make out the outline of the funeral home.

"Cluck, cluck, cluck …"

A sinister laugh sounded from behind him!

Jia Zheng sucked in a breath of cold air.

That evil spirit is in the car!

Waves of cold air blew on his right ear, that evil ghost seemed to be lying on his right shoulder!

Jia Zheng felt a tingling sensation on his neck. It was as if a feather had brushed past his neck. He assumed it was the hair of an evil ghost. However, he was too scared to even turn his head to look back.

Jia Zheng's heart had already fallen into the abyss of despair. His back was cold and the cold air seeped into his bone marrow and into his internal organs and limbs. It was like carrying a huge lump of ice.

"Am I going to die?"

Jia Zheng was on the verge of tears, feeling indignant. His father hadn't found him, and he hadn't even made a move yet. He didn't expect he would die young, and at the hands of a ghost at that.

"Are you afraid of death?"

An indistinct voice resounded in his ears. This voice was ethereal and deep, as if it had its own echo, appearing extremely eerie and eerie.

Jia Zheng's heart pounded. He had no idea where he got the courage to do so. He said hoarsely, "I'm not afraid of death, but I'm afraid that my death is worthless. I'm afraid that before I die, I won't be able to accomplish anything!"

"Cluck, cluck, cluck …" The ghost's laughter was incomparably mournful, and it contained a hint of ridicule.

"I didn't expect a little slob like you to have some ambition. Forget it, brother, I won't play with you anymore." "However, the next time we meet, if you are still poor, I will take you to another world so that you won't have to suffer and suffer in this world!" His voice was strong, like that of a eunuch.

Jia Zheng thought it was a woman at first, but he didn't expect it to call itself brother, it turned out to be a ghost!

Just as the evil ghost finished speaking, the cold feeling on his back suddenly disappeared and the interior of the carriage instantly became stuffy …

"Is it gone?"

Jia Zheng looked at the back seat through the rearview mirror. There was nothing behind him.

"Hu!"

He let out a long breath, and his heart, which had been hanging in his throat, finally settled back into place.

But he was still afraid: this evil spirit had just said that if I was still poor the next time we met, he would take me to another world. In other words, he would kill me!

Who knows when it will come to me?

Furthermore, I have been a poor loser for so many years. How can I get rich and get rid of my identity as a loser in such a short period of time?

Ai, Judge Cui said last time that he would get his assistant to contact me to do business together, but he still doesn't have any information on his assistant. I wonder if he changed his mind?

Jia Zheng sighed and frowned. He decided not to go back to the funeral home tonight. He would talk to Li Mulan about this evil ghost when it was morning and see if she had any way of dealing with it.

Suddenly, a man in a black robe waved at him with a flashlight on the roadside in front of him.

The beam of the flashlight flickered, occasionally shining on his face and making him look eerie and strange.

Jia Zheng stopped the car in front of him, rolled down the window and asked, "Do you want a taxi?"

The robed man nodded and said in a very stiff and strange tone, "Yes, please take me to the airport."

Jia Zheng Jing felt his tone was weird. He looked at his face in the dim light and realized this man was a blonde foreigner. He wore a robe similar to a monk's robe.

"Please get in the car!" Jia Zheng smiled warmly. Ever since he was young, he had always been a patriot. He felt that in front of foreigners, he had to maintain a good image and not lose face for his country.

"Thankyou!" The foreigner thanked him in English and got into the car.

After the car started moving, Old Wu pointed at the cup rack on the central armrest, then pointed to a glass bottle in his hand and asked, "May I put this bottle into the cup rack first?"

Jia Zheng said casually, "Of course."

More than an hour later, the airport arrived. The foreigners paid up and hurried to the departure lounge.

It was already dawn. Jia Zheng Yin turned around and headed for the funeral parlor.

After five or six miles, he glanced at the central armrest and was surprised to see that the glass bottle was still in the cup holder.

This foreigner was too careless, he actually dropped the bottle on the car!

Jia Zheng pulled over to the side of the road. He picked up the bottle and looked at it. It looked like a can of fruit.

The bottle was stuffed with something in the shape of a cotton ball. However, it was light green in color. It was also creased and looked a little strange.

It was unknown if it was an illusion, but Jia Zheng felt the cotton in the bottle move. There seemed to be a pair of green eyes peeking at him from inside the cotton!