The first volume of the curse begins Chapter 007 Choice
At this point, no matter whether the answer is correct or not, he has to make a decision immediately. If he chooses the right one, he can survive. If he chooses the wrong one, he is finished.
"Can I guess it right? Can I? If I guess wrong, I'm done for. I really don't want to die!"
Zhao Jinglan's heart was roaring with unwillingness. This choice was so cruel that it could not be described. Zhao Jinglan's fingertips were completely dug into his palm, but he did not feel any pain at all. In just a few seconds, the confidence on his face had been distorted into a ball.
"Feng Yu, I really don't want to die! I want to live! I miss my parents, I want to go home!"
Zhao Jinglan cried loudly, but Zhang Fengyu could only watch him quietly. He couldn't open his mouth to offer so-called comfort. Was he going to be a guinea pig to verify Zhao Jinglan's guess? He asked himself that he absolutely couldn't do it.
At the same time, the corpse finally crawled out. It raised its extremely rotten face and stared grimly at Zhao Jinglan, whose face was covered with tears. The next moment, its figure suddenly disappeared.
Zhao Jinglan also made a difficult choice at this time. He raised his hand and pointed at Hong Bo, shouting in a broken voice: "He is a ghost! A real ghost!"
This sentence contains his hope for life. Perhaps when he wakes up he will be glad that this was just a dream, or perhaps he will never wake up again.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment. Even the sound of people breathing could not be heard . The whole world was replaced by silence.
After a moment, the world returned to its bustle, and the surroundings were filled with Zhao Jinglan's excited voice: "I made the right choice, Fengyu, I made the right choice, I can survive!"
Zhang Fengyu looked at him, shaking his head and sighing without congratulating him, because half of Zhao Jinglan in front of him had turned into the rotten corpse that had just crawled out of the big screen. At this moment , the rotten corpse was staring at Zhao Jinglan on the other side with its bulging eyes greedily...
Zhao Jinglan made the wrong choice in the end. When he saw that his other hand had turned into a bone claw, he knew his fate. However, at the last moment of his life, he seemed to have figured something out. He pointed at Zhang Fengyu tremblingly, mumbling something.
But before he could utter a word, the rotten corpse completely took over his body, and no one knew what he wanted to say in the end.
Zhang Fengyu closed his eyes in pain. Everyone else had been killed, leaving only him and Wang Li. Even he couldn't think of any solution, let alone the cowardly and stupid Wang Li. He desperately chose to give up, give up the struggle and quietly wait for death.
After Zhao Jinglan died, just like Hong Bo before, he immediately appeared on his seat, and on the big screen, another rotten corpse crawled out, and the target of this rotten corpse was obviously himself. When it crawled out completely, Zhang Fengyu would also say goodbye to this world, and a deep sadness filled his heart.
The reason why Zhang Fengyu likes to watch horror movies is mainly because he feels that they are very similar to the people in horror movies. They are all struggling to survive, but one is struggling among ghosts and the other is struggling in a sea of people. He never dreamed that it would end like this.
Life entered the final countdown. The ghost had already crawled out half of its body, and it was still continuing to crawl outwards. Its sharp claws were still stretching and grabbing in the direction of Zhang Fengyu!
The six people in Zhang Fengyu's dormitory actually don't have a very good relationship. Wang Zijiang is narrow-minded and always can't stand others being better than him. Zhao Jinglan always forces others to accept his ideas. Hong Bo is a snob and thinks that Wang Zijiang is rich so he fawns on him all day long. Li Jian looks down on everyone in his heart because both his parents are officials. Wang Li is extremely even has to wake up someone to accompany him to the toilet at night.
"Wait! Wait! Wang Li is the most timid, why was Hong Bo the first to lose his mind and run away instead of Wang Li? Wang Li is the most timid, why is he the only one among us who is the calmest? Wang Li is the most timid, why does he never go along with others, but always refutes others' speculations? Wang Li is the most timid, why can't I feel the fear that Wang Li feels when facing death..."
Zhang Fengyu looked up at Wang Li and found that Wang Li also had a look of fear on his face and didn't seem to have any problems. He then retracted his gaze, but he felt that Wang Li was very unusual compared to the past, but he didn't know what was wrong.
"What's wrong?"
Zhang Fengyu subconsciously wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead, and suddenly his hand stopped in mid-air. He finally realized what was wrong with Wang Li. Wang Li was the fattest, but he didn't sweat a drop from beginning to end. All of their clothes were soaked with sweat, but Wang Li didn't even have a drop of sweat on his face. This was very abnormal for a fat man who would sweat profusely after speaking a few words.
Then an answer is about to emerge!
Zhang Fengyu's heart beat faster and faster, and the cold sweat on his face kept flowing. The ghost on the big screen only had a pair of feet left. He made up his mind at this time, turned his head to Wang Li, and said with a trembling voice: "Wang Li! You did everything, right!"
"Zhang Fengyu, what nonsense are you talking about?"
Wang Li was stunned by Zhang Fengyu's words, but this seemingly natural expression actually revealed a deep gloom. Zhang Fengyu couldn't help but shudder, and in his heart he confirmed his previous guess. If this person was really Wang Li, he would have scolded him long ago, and would never just answer this sentence and leave it at that.
Zhang Fengyu no longer needed to test him. This person must be a ghost. Just think about it. When Wang Li screamed at the beginning, the real Wang Li might have been killed, and this ghost pretending to be Wang Li had been staying by their side!
"Ha ha!"
Zhang Fengyu suddenly laughed wildly, but his laughter was mixed with tears. In this short period of time, five roommates who slept under the same roof died tragically in front of him one after another. No matter how good or bad their relationship was, they were all living people, and they died tragically at the hands of ghosts. The pain and unwillingness before their death were like a single song repeating, rolling over and over in his mind, causing his already numb nerves to be severely hurt again.
Zhang Fengyu covered his aching head in pain and slowly raised one hand. His bloodshot eyes stared at Wang Li, and endless fear enveloped him again.
There was no time for him to hesitate. Wang Li was the real ghost. There was no doubt about it. Zhang Fengyu thought so in his heart, and finally pointed his finger at Wang Li. Then he heard him tremblingly say, "That ghost is Wang..."
"Wait! Idealism... Is that so?!"
