Warning for the faint of heart! Horror style! Remember!
In the wasteland behind the Qingni Town Middle School, Yang Shiyin, who had just turned eighteen, clutched a crumpled admission notice.
His nails almost dug into his palms.
The dew on the grass blades wetted his trousers, but there was no chill at all.
His horoscope is pure Yin, which makes him innately insensitive to coldness and coldness, and he is only extremely sensitive to "dirty things".
At this moment, the wind carried fine whispers into my ears.
Like countless insects crawling: "Look... He saw..." Yang Shiyin suddenly raised his head, and behind the old tombstone deep in the grass, a gray shadow shrank in quickly.
He hurriedly backed away and hit the mottled wall with his back. The words "Urban Polytechnic University" on the admission notice glowed coldly in the dusk.
