Everyone's gaze remained fixed on Yang Jian.
They saw him make a call, and the phone ringing echoed through the school. They were puzzled but before they could ask, they saw him hastily hang up, looking shocked.
"Yang Jian, what's... what's going on."
Zhang Wei, seeing Yang Jian scared like this, also started to tremble: "Don't scare me, we're all counting on you. You're making me feel very uneasy. Please smile, show that knowing smile you have when watching videos, so I can have some confidence."
Yang Jian's calmness and leading everyone out of the ghost domain gave everyone the confidence to survive.
His current expression immediately caused panic.
Yang Jian's expression was uncertain, and he looked extremely ugly. Before he could speak, suddenly, Zhou Zheng's satellite phone in his hand rang, emitting a beeping sound.
He glanced at it, and his eyes suddenly shrank.
The incoming call displayed: 138...
It was the mobile number Thunder Law King left on the forum.
He was calling back.
"As expected... This is a trap, a very terrifying trap." Yang Jian clenched his teeth, unable to tell whether he was angry or scared.
Beep, beep.
The phone kept ringing, but he chose not to answer.
He knew that whoever made the call could not possibly be alive. God knows what would happen if he answered.
Fortunately, the phone's settings were still effective, and the ringtone did not continue to ring.
After a long time of not answering, the call hung up after a while.
And no more calls came to his phone.
"Ding ding ding, ding ding ding..."
"I love you, loving you, just like a mouse loves rice..."(cell phone ringtone)
"The cool moonlight turns into a river of longing for you..."(cell phone ringtone)
However, other students' phones started to ring one after another, with various ringtones echoing.
Everyone took out their phones and saw that all the incoming calls displayed were 138...
"Yang, Yang Jian, look."
Wang Shanshan, Miao Xiaoshan, and Zhao Lei and others showed him the incoming call numbers on their phones, their eyes filled with fear.
"Don't answer." Yang Jian said with an extremely solemn expression.
The others nodded, they all understood in their hearts that this call was very strange, and indeed should not be answered.
Zhang Wei didn't have a phone; he had lent it to Yang Jian before. At this moment, he looked at the screens of these people's phones and said with a shiver: "He, damn it, they all have the same incoming display... This 138 number is so awesome, making a dozen calls at once, is this haunted?"
"This is not the 138 number, it shows it's Teacher Wang's phone number." A student named Qian Wanhao subconsciously answered the call.
"Qian Wanhao, are you crazy or having a brain fart?" Zhao Lei next to him almost shouted in fear: "I said not to answer the call."
"What's the tension for, this is Teacher Wang's call." Qian Wanhao said: "Maybe Teacher Wang is coming to save us."
"Hang up quickly."
Yang Jian's eyes also shrank, and he rushed over, wanting to grab the phone and hang up that call.
A call from Teacher Wang?
This is even more terrifying. You know, Teacher Wang was the first person to disappear in the ghost domain. Now that others are dead, how could he still be alive.
Sure enough.
From Qian Wanhao's phone, only the sound of crackling current came, and Teacher Wang did not speak.
But then the sound that Yang Jian feared came.
"Dong, dongdong..." The knocking sound came from the other end of the phone.
The sound was exactly the same as before outside the classroom.
Heavy, oppressive, making it hard to breathe.
At this time, Qian Wanhao realized the seriousness of the situation, turned pale with fear, and hastily dropped the phone.
The phone fell to the ground, the screen shattered, but the call was still connected and did not hang up.
"Dong, dongdong..." The strange knocking sound came from the earpiece again.
"Dong, dongdong."
At this moment, Yang Jian rushed over, picked up Qian Wanhao's phone in the fastest speed, and hung up this call.
"Qian Wanhao, you idiot, if you want to die, go die by yourself, don't kill us."
Zhao Lei was so angry that he grabbed his collar and yelled at him, but the fear in his eyes could not be covered up. Although he didn't know what would happen after the call was connected, he could be sure that it would definitely not be a good thing.
"Damn it, I'm not afraid of enemies like God, I'm afraid of teammates like pigs. This sentence is indeed correct. There are always some people who stand out bravely at the critical moment to risk their own lives, not only killing themselves but also others. Qian Wanhao, you are so great, you have moved me so much that I want to kill people. I have taken so many remedial classes for nine years, and none of them are as excellent as you."
Zhang Wei said: "Was that old man outside the classroom just now your grandfather? If you love him so much, why don't you go and talk to your grandfather and let him spare us?"
"I, I didn't do it on purpose, the name on it was clearly from the teacher, if it was someone else's call, I would definitely not answer." Qian Wanhao cried like a child, wiping tears.
"Answer the teacher's call? If the teacher tells you to die, why don't you go die." Zhao Lei was so angry at the moment that he wanted to hit him.
"Enough, everyone calm down, this is not the time to talk about this. I was also wrong, I should have reminded you before." Yang Jian came over and said, "And arguing, infighting, can you survive? Don't you see what the situation is now?"
Everyone immediately fell silent.
"Yang Jian, what would happen after answering the phone just now?" Miao Xiaoshan asked nervously.
Yang Jian said: "What else could it be, soon Qian Wanhao's grandfather will come to chat with us."
"What?"
Everyone's eyes widened, terrified.
Yes, that old man will definitely come here.
The knocking sound in the phone has a very terrifying function, which is to attract that old man.
As for the result, it is obvious.
And...
Yang Jian tightly held the phone in his hand, thinking of Thunder Law King's post in the forum.
"Trap, the whole story in the forum is a trap. Thunder Law King met that old man knocking at home. From the situation in the classroom before, someone was already dead when the old man knocked on the first door... and Thunder Law King's home has two doors, the first is the front door, and the second is the room door."
"That is to say, Thunder Law King was at home alone, and he was already dead when the first door was knocked. The later stories in the forum could not have been posted by him. The phone number and audio files left behind were not done by him either. Only one thing could have done such a thing."
"Ghost~!"
Yang Jian took a few deep breaths.
Yes.
The story at the beginning of the post was Thunder Law King, a living person posting, but at the end, he was already dead, and the one who continued to post was... a ghost.
To prove this guess, he opened the forum story again and turned to the end.
Sure enough.
His guess was correct. There were many typos in the last few replies of the forum story, completely different from Thunder Law King's previous posts, and there was also a half-hour interval in the posting time.
This... is a curse spread by an evil spirit.
Anyone who hears the knocking sound will be visited by the old man.
In this way, it can also verify everything that happened before.
"Hearing the knocking sound on the internet and mobile phones will be found by the old man, as if marked with an invisible coordinate. Hearing the knocking sound in reality will die immediately... But why didn't the old man appear when I opened the audio file in the toilet before?"
Yang Jian's face showed sweat, he was thinking.
Trying to figure out the old man's pattern of action and method of killing.
In order to, survive.