Chapter 191 Shooting Plan
Look at the head in the bag.

Sun Qian was horrified and instinctively threw his schoolbag away.

As luck would have it, the direction where he threw the bag happened to be the only broken window in the room.

The schoolbag was about to fly out of the building.

Bang!
The schoolbag was slapped down by the scabbard.

Wu Xian had been waiting nearby for a long time. When he noticed something strange happening to Sun Qian, he took the schoolbag.

He picked up the bag and opened it, only to find a whitish, old basketball inside. The texture on the surface of the basketball had been worn away, losing its original color.

Wu Xian tentatively put the schoolbag in front of Sun Qian, causing Sun Qian to step back in a hurry. So Wu Xian asked curiously, "What did you see?"

“Human…human heads.”

"As expected." Wu Xian was not surprised at all. "Did you throw the bag out of the room on purpose?"

"I just want to throw it farther..."

When Sun Qian said this, he was suddenly stunned.

Only then did he realize that there was only one broken window in the entire room. How could he have thrown the ball so accurately in his panic? He couldn't play basketball!

There is only one possibility.

It was the ghost that guided him to throw the schoolbag away!

A smile appeared on Wu Xian's face.

He found the opportunity to photograph his first ghost!
"I think you should realize that you have been targeted by this ball-beating ghost. If I hadn't stopped the bag, when the ball-beating ghost comes to you for the ball again, you might have to go outside to pick it up yourself..."

Going out alone to pick up a ball late at night?

When Sun Qian thought of this scene, he felt a chill down his spine.

Wu Xian continued, "But just stopping the bag won't save you. The ghost will come looking for you again sooner or later. If you don't want to run into him when your life is at stake, there is only one way."

Sun Qian thought for a moment and raised his head: "Kill that ghost! But how can I kill the ghost?"

Wu Xian pushed with his finger, and the ghost-head knife was slightly unsheathed. The ghost face on the handle grinned at Sun Qian.

"The job of killing the ghosts is left to us."

Being targeted by a ghost is bad luck for Sun Qian.

But for other relatives, it is a rare opportunity.

They just need to keep an eye on Sun Qian, and they will definitely encounter the ghost. Whether they kill first and then shoot, or shoot first and then kill, it all depends on their preference.

Sun Qian knew in his heart that in this plan, he was just a bait and the one who was in the greatest danger.

But he still cooperated actively, sitting on the edge of the room with his schoolbag, waiting for the attack from the ball-bouncing ghost.

What surprised everyone was that they waited until midnight and took turns sleeping several times, but there was no movement, as if the ball-bouncing ghost had forgotten that he had lost the ball.

Sun Qian thought for a long time, then stood up and spoke to everyone.

"Let's go out and wait!"

"The last time we encountered the ball-playing ghost, it was in the corridor. Maybe the ghost will only appear in the corridor, and we can only complete the goal in the corridor."

Wu Xian nodded.

He thought so too.

However, he was still a little surprised that Sun Qian could bring it up himself, because the danger level would be much higher in the corridor.

After being scared twice, this young man seems to be much more reliable than before.

Wu Xian reminded: "Are you ready?"

Sun Qian gritted his teeth: "I'm not afraid!"

Others can take turns sleeping, but he cannot sleep while holding the human head. If he cannot resolve this hidden danger tonight, he will not be able to survive other dangers without sleeping all night.

In addition, after sitting with the head in his arms for a whole night, he calmed down a lot.

When Lou Yaozong introduced the blessed land at the beginning, he said that in the blessed land, only by taking risks can one gain the ability to resist risks.

Fortune and wealth are achieved through risk. Sun Qian accepted the reality that he was not the protagonist of the novel, but he was unwilling to be a coward.

Wu Xian turned to look at the others.

Seeing that everyone agreed to go out and wait for the evil spirit, he made a request. "When I was looking through the waste paper earlier, I think I found a roll of tape. Give me both the tape and the basketball."

"I'm of great use!"

……

call!
The broken glass cut the moonlight shining into the corridor into several pieces.

The atmosphere in the corridor was depressing and heavy.

Wu Xian squatted beside the windowsill, puffed up his cheeks, and blew with his mouth, bringing up a cloud of dust.

The windowsill that he blew over was clearly divided: one side was very clean, while the other side had stubborn dust that had been soaked in water and could not be blown away.

This means that part of the dust on the windowsill had been cleaned up before, and this island was not like what Yan Ting said, where no one had visited for ten years.

"Ahem, what are you doing?"

Liao Yifang covered her mouth and nose and blamed Wu Xian.

Wu Xian shook his head and smiled without saying anything.

At this time, there were only four people in the corridor: Wu Xian, Liao Yifang, Zhang Wei and Sun Qian.

At first, out of safety considerations, they left no one in the room and waited in the corridor, but after waiting for half an hour, they found nothing.

So Han Ke proposed a possibility.

Could it be that the ghost has already appeared, but because there are too many people, it has not taken any action yet?
When the ball-bouncing ghost first appeared, he didn't actually attack anyone. He was just passing by. It was only because he was bouncing the ball that everyone discovered his traces.

The ball is in Sun Qian's hands now. As long as he doesn't bounce the ball or attack, no one will be able to detect his presence even if he stands among everyone.

if so.

There's no point in them all waiting here.

So everyone agreed to reduce the number of people involved in the operation. Zhang Wei and Sun Qian must be outside, and at least two other relatives are needed to ensure that the ball-bouncing ghost is killed.

Through rock-paper-scissors, Liao Yifang and Wu Xian finally qualified.

I don’t know if this is luck or misfortune.

Sun Qian opened his schoolbag.

The head in the schoolbag made a scary expression again, but this time Sun Qian was not scared. Instead, he chuckled.

Because there was a poker card stuck on the nose of the human head!
This makes the terrifying human head look a little funny.

As he laughed, Sun Qian felt a chill and exhaled carefully, which turned out to be condensed white air.

"Brothers and sisters, be careful, it's coming!"

Bang!
There was no call-up.

The backpack that Sun Qian was holding suddenly moved, and the huge force pushed Sun Qian against the wall.

He looked down at the gap in the backpack and saw the purple-red head desperately trying to squeeze into his body.

"Hide it, hide it inside someone else's body, and he won't be able to take pictures of me anymore."

Now Sun Qian couldn't laugh anymore.

He doesn't want to be like Ren Cha, with a human face growing on his belly!

Bang!
Liao Yifang rushed out like a female leopard and kicked the schoolbag away.

Wu Xian was slightly surprised.

As expected of a professional, her reaction speed is comparable to that of Aunt He before!

The human head basketball suddenly flew out of the schoolbag, then strangely stopped in mid-air, and was regularly tapped by an invisible hand.

Bang, bang…

Every sound sounded like a huge heartbeat.

In the eyes of Wu Xian and Liao Yifang, this is just a basketball.

But in Sun Qian's eyes, the human head let out a dull howl every time it was hit, and the human head begged Sun Qian bitterly.

"Save me, save me...ah!"

(End of this chapter)