The Hand in the Toilet

The door to the toilet swung open, and a ghastly pale hand emerged from the darkness, causing everyone to gasp in fear, their hearts pounding as if frozen in terror.

At that moment, Yang Jian never expected his classmate Fang Jing to suddenly go berserk and push him towards the ghost.

"Fang Jing, are you trying to kill me?"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth, reacting as soon as he sensed something was wrong, hastily grabbing Fang Jing's arm.

Their steps halted, and their figures paused.

"Yang Jian, if you don't die, I'll never be at peace. Did you really think I was just talking casually before? You're still too naive now, thinking you could let your guard down against me after I've made my intentions clear. But that was also within my expectations, after all, you're just a student who doesn't understand anything yet, unaware of the cruelty of this world. Today, I'll teach you a lesson."

Fang Jing turned his head and shouted, "Don't you come and help? We must push him in to hold the ghost in the toilet, otherwise, if that ghost comes out, we're all doomed. To survive, someone has to be sacrificed, there's no other way."

Using righteousness to pressure others really works. Under the threat of the ghost, people, in order to save their lives and with a seemingly justifiable reason, would do anything.

Immediately, three male classmates, with looks of horror on their faces, rushed over and grabbed Yang Jian.

Together, they exerted force to push him, and no one could resist the combined strength.

In an instant, Yang Jian was pushed back and soon reached the entrance of the toilet.

The next moment, the ghastly pale hand from the darkness rested on his shoulder, and with a forceful grip, it coldly and rigidly clutched him.

A terrifying force dragged Yang Jian towards the dark toilet behind him.

"Yang Jian, get in, you're done for this time. Learn to be smarter in your next life," Fang Jing said with a heavy push, shouting loudly.

Yang Jian was furious and terrified. He could already feel his entire shoulder had lost sensation, as if it had been crushed by the cold, pale hand, and a bone-chilling coldness enveloped his whole body, his blood seemingly about to freeze.

"You scumbags, we were classmates, and you actually wanted to kill me. If that's the case, then none of you will have it easy. If I'm going to die, I'll take a few of you with me."

With that said, he stopped resisting, gripping the arms of two students firmly.

The terrifying pulling force behind dragged them all forward.

Fang Jing realized something was wrong and quickly retreated, avoiding being grabbed by Yang Jian.

"No, don't, let me go, Yang Jian, let me go."

"Please, I don't want to die, don't grab me, grab someone else."

The two students he grabbed were terrified and pleaded, their voices trembling with tears.

Yang Jian thought he was on the brink of death, but he was no longer afraid. Feeling the darkness enveloping him, he said coldly, "Stop crying. Since you wanted to kill me, I'll make sure you die with me. Fang Jing, don't be complacent. If I die and become a ghost, I won't let you off..."

"Bang!"

A loud noise, and the pale arm retracted back into the darkness, the toilet door slamming shut instantly.

Yang Jian, along with two of his classmates who had framed him, disappeared from sight.

The door was tightly closed, and there was no more movement.

Seeing this, Fang Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile of relief appearing on his still frightened face.

Yang Jian, you're finally done for.

"Fang Jing, you really killed Yang Jian and the others..." Others nearby, witnessing the scene, trembled as they spoke.

Fang Jing's face twisted with a sinister expression, "Shut up. Without me, if that ghost had come out, we would all be dead. What are you still standing here for? If you want to live, follow me. Those three can't hold out for long. Once the ghost kills them, it will come out again, and then it will be our turn to die."

With that, he said nothing more and turned to go back.

"Fang Jing, why go back?"

"Going further is a dead end. Who knows what else we might encounter. Going back might let us meet Zhou Zheng. If he's not dead, maybe he can save us," Fang Jing said.

His heart was also filled with immense fear.

Because in the ghost domain, the more people who die, the more terrifying it becomes, and the time to escape is really not much.

Cold, dark, accompanied by the sound of dripping water, like a faucet not tightly closed.

Yang Jian and two classmates were brought into the toilet with no light by the pale hand.

"Get out, leave here quickly."

Duan Peng and Zheng Fei broke free from Yang Jian, terrified, hastily feeling the walls around, trying to find the door to escape.

The cold wall was mottled and pitted, emitting a smell of decay.

The toilet was just that big, under normal circumstances, one could find the door and leave even with their eyes closed, but they felt around, and in front of them was just such a wall.

Left was a wall, right was also a wall... An endless wall blocked their way.

The door, disappeared...

"The door, where is the door? It was here just now, Zheng Fei, did you find it?" Duan Peng said with a trembling voice, on the verge of tears.

"I don't have it here either." Zheng Fei said with a fearful tone.

They frantically felt the walls, not missing any part of their hands, trying to find the familiar toilet door.

But no matter how they touched, they could not find the door to leave here, only a mottled, cold wall.

Or rather, there was no such door here.

While they were looking for the door to leave, Yang Jian's situation was even worse.

Because he could feel the cold hand holding his shoulder, and from the beginning, it was just the shoulder that lost sensation, and now an entire arm had lost sensation, and as time passed, more and more places lost sensation... If it spread to the whole body, Yang Jian could be sure he would be a cold corpse.

Yang Jian was sweating profusely, doing his best to break free.

It was useless, the place that was grabbed was like being nailed by an iron nail, motionless.

He tried all kinds of ways to struggle, but it still had no effect.

"Am I going to die here?" This was the only thought in his mind at the moment.

Finally, perhaps resigned.

He was no longer afraid in his heart, just thinking that he was going to die anyway, it would be good to call his family before death and leave a last message.

Yang Jian smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, enduring the cold and numbness of his whole body, took out his mobile phone, and tried to call his family.

But when he opened his mobile phone, the screen flashed, and the picture that appeared was the forum story he had seen before.

The story was directly on the last page.

There was an audio file on the forum.

Yang Jian suddenly saw the audio file and was stunned for a moment, suddenly associating it with the sound of the old man knocking on the classroom door before.

"Wait, wait, if that old man really kills people through the sound of knocking, then this sound should also be useful to ghosts, Zhou Zheng said, the only thing that can deal with ghosts is ghosts."

He thought of this, and his eyes suddenly brightened, with a glimmer of hope to live.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian could still move his other arm, he clicked on the audio file.

"Dong, dongdong～!"

The dull sound of knocking rang out again, echoing in the darkness.

But something unexpected happened.

The pale hand that was holding Yang Jian's shoulder seemed to be scalded and quickly retracted, disappearing into the darkness.

The cold, rigid feeling quickly dissipated from the body.