Unlike other ghost kings, Shura is only available online.He is the player of the online game of the gun battle, appearing in a randomly matched battle.Anyone who kills him will be killed in reality.

There are rumors that the ghost king is a real-life Internet addict, after the sudden death of the game, has become the ghost of the game.

However, the real situation is unknown, and no one closes the game or deletes the account.

The game company strongly emphasized that there was not such a ghost king, but there were still rumors circulating among the players.

No one gave up on the game.It’s not too big to meet someone like that, just don’t do it.Death and deduction in the game are better than death in reality.

But there are always people who do not believe in evil, there are always people who have failed, and there are always masters who die, and the news that is no longer on the line is emerging.There is true false.

When the devil heard such a word, he really felt at ease.

It was as if those living were destined to be killed by the ghost king, so he could kill in advance.

They ran away from the school, turned over the wall, and ran to the Internet cafes where they often went.

A group of people seem to be gasping for breath, and the ghost's heart is beating fast, but this is all a sequelae after running for a long time, not because of the psychological reaction caused by the sense of killing or fear.

The network saw them and frowned, “How did you come here?”Escaping school?Go back to class.”He waved like a fly and looked impatiently at a group of children.

“Today’s vacation.”

“What’s the fake on Wednesday?”The network is not good.

"On the third Wednesday of May, we have school holidays."The boy who lit the fire seemed to be the boss in this group, answering instead.

The others nodded their heads.

The network also wants to say something, suddenly shut down.

I saw the ghost’s consciousness again.

On the third Wednesday of May, the elementary school he attended was indeed closed.Because there will be real ghosts wandering in the school.

This is another ghost king, a student in their school about ten years ago, I don't know which teacher, because of the school, hanged himself in the school.Since then, every year on his deathbed, he will wander in school.When he meets a single teacher, he will attack and hang him.The school leader made a provision to make this day a holiday, the whole school holiday, the teacher does not come to work, will not encounter the ghost.

The network manager seemed to know this matter, and had driven away the children, and when he heard this, he was in a state of a sudden color, waving his hand, and let them come in.

Several children rushed to their usual seats and skillfully opened the game.

After a few fights, they heard the sound of fire truck sirens on the road.

The sound came from a distance, nearby, but also a little distance away.

The network pipe ran to the door to look at it, and when he came back, his face was blue, and he found these children.

“Have you been to school today?”He asked.

A few people look at each other.

The boy who lit the fire replied, "No."

“Have you ever set fire to your school?”The network management changed its mouth, swallowed what was originally said, and asked questions again.

The ignitioned child continued to remain calm, "No, it's all hanged."

“Hmm...”

“Dad, do you know that ghost?”A child asked.

"Little children, less bullshit."The network management training, pulled on the foot, slowly returned to the door of the Internet cafe, but also looked in the direction of the school.

A few children whispered in their voices.

“They deserve to die.Whoever you dare to speak out, I will kill him."The child who ignited the fire was not seriously threatened.

A child with glasses asked, “What if they, if they become ghosts?”

There was silence in the voice.

A few of the kids were excited.

The child who lit the fire could not be calm and said fiercely, "Even if they still want to become ghosts."Do they deserve it too?”

No one answered.

He said, “If not, we’ll look for the god Shura.”We always helped him.He can’t solve them yet?”

At this point, a few kids are relieved.

The time of the dream was pulled by me for a while.

The ghost is still alive, more panicked than in the past, but there is no entanglement in the body.

He looked far across the street at the dark-burning house and suddenly turned around and ran.

The house is not a campus sports warehouse, but the house is followed by a campus.

Their school sports warehouse on the edge of the school, clinging to a green belt, followed by a wall.

The green belt has long been bald.

Because the wall is connected to the street shops.The owner of the row of small shops is also oily, directly in the back wall to open a hole, which is equivalent to becoming a school commissary and small restaurant.There are also restaurants that hang their own menus under the window and paste them with the school walls, making little distinction as to which side they belong to.

The school is small, with only one main entrance, on the other side.There is no school commissary.That row of windows became a public facility for the convenience of student teachers.The school leader did not know that there were relatives who were one of the shopkeepers, or whether they had received the owner's money, or that they had bought something from there, and it did not matter.

After the sports warehouse caught fire, black smoke came out of the warehouse and blew directly into those windows.

The Martians fell on the menu signs and burned up, but not seriously.

It was just that the smoke caused a misunderstanding among the owner of the small restaurant.He thought that his kitchen was on fire, rushed to turn off the gas tank, to put out the fire, but instead he was busy, the gas tank was overturned, causing the explosion.

Not only a few students died in the fire, but also many people in the commercial and residential shops along the street.Those illegal buildings burned up, directly a raging fire, and could not be extinguished for several hours.Deadly heavy.

The devil is scared at this time.

“Afraid of what!They don’t know it’s us!They don’t turn into ghosts and they don’t look for usDon’t go there in school!”

"Maybe it's closed straight away, and I won't let it go over there."

“Maybe the school will be closed.”

“Hahaha...”

A few children discussed, relaxed, and made jokes.

The fire investigated the cause of the fire, and the police held a charred bicycle anti-theft lock, but no one found them.

Everyone is saying that the king killed.

A little further into the dream, I couldn’t see that smile.

The ghosts became more and more disturbed.

He saw the partner in the same class described the withered, and suddenly became a small old man.

“They found it.They came looking for it...” The child said in a hoarse voice, and the more his eyes widened, and suddenly he shouted.

His body did not spontaneously ignite, but a charred black handprint appeared on his bare arms.

His skin seemed to be licked by fire on paper, starting to burn a little from the edge.The skin curled, revealing the blood-red flesh inside, and the meat quickly gave off a scent, and the fragrance became a stinking smell.

His face also seemed to have been stripped of a layer of skin, and Sensen appeared white.

The students in the class began to scream and fled.