Have you encountered anything strange lately?
Li Xin asked cautiously.
Upon hearing this, Yang Han frowned as if he were thinking, then seemed to remember something.
"The day before yesterday, I found a red envelope by a flower bed near the school gate. When I opened it, there was 52 yuan inside."
"You used it?"
"Huh! What can you do with 52 yuan? I used that money to buy a 25-yuan fast food meal, then a cheapest 8-yuan milk tea, and spent the rest."
He remembered the incident in great detail; he had never been so lucky in his life, finding more than ten yuan.
"You're finished."
Li Xin said with certainty.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Han was somewhat confused.
Li Xin's expression grew increasingly serious, a hint of fear in his eyes. He lowered his voice and said to Yang Han, "Do you know? You can't just pick up these kinds of red envelopes from unknown sources, and you definitely can't use the money inside. It might be a curse, or a medium for some kind of evil magic."
Yang Han's brows furrowed even more, his lips twitched slightly, and a hint of panic flashed in his eyes: "Don't scare me, there's no such thing as a supernatural thing."
But his voice trembled involuntarily, and scenes from horror movies flashed through his mind.
Li Xin paced back and forth, constantly rubbing the hem of his clothes: "I'm not joking. I heard my dad say that some red envelopes are for sacrifices, and the money inside is money for wandering ghosts. If you spend it, it's like inviting those unclean things."
Yang Han felt a chill run down his spine, as if a pair of cold eyes were staring at him.
His palms began to sweat, and something seemed to be stuck in his throat: "Then... what do we do now?"
At this moment, the surrounding air seemed to turn cold, and the wind howled, rustling the flowers and plants outside the window as if whispering some ominous premonition.
Yang Han looked out the window at the school gate, and the familiar scene now seemed somewhat eerie.
The laughter of his classmates coming and going seemed particularly jarring to him, and he was plunged into deep fear and regret.
He's starting to have auditory hallucinations.
"Do you want to live or go to the crematorium?"
As soon as Li Xin uttered the words, the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Isn't that obvious? Would you go to the crematorium if we sent you?"
"Since that's the case, I'll help you out of brotherhood."
Li Xin spoke calmly and composedly.
How can I help?
How much money do you have?
Yang Han: "…………………………"
Since the start of the semester, this guy has been talking about money all the time.
"I did the math, there are still eight days left this month, and I have... 300 in my phone."
Yang Han felt a little guilty. He had saved up three hundred yuan by living frugally. Otherwise, he wouldn't have spent the money he found without a second thought.
"Alright! Three hundred should be enough."
According to his grandmother's and her family's ghost-catching prices, three hundred is enough.
Fang Hang, who had just come out of the shower, saw the two of them acting suspiciously and roared.
Hey! What are you doing?
The two of them shuddered, startled by Fang Hang's unlucky behavior.
"Are you trying to call back your soul?"
Li Xin retorted, then handed him a steamed bun and said irritably, "Twenty yuan, pay up!"
"Isn't he...only 16?"
Fang Hang was dumbfounded. Why had the price gone up again?
He stared at Li Xin in astonishment, and the steamed buns in his hand suddenly lost their appeal.
"You're ripping me off! You're asking me for twenty for something that costs sixteen."
He angrily slammed the steamed buns onto the table, as if they were not delicious food, but a bomb that could explode at any moment.
Li Xin, however, disagreed, crossing his arms and a slight smile playing on his lips: "The situation is special now, this price is already very fair."
Yang Han stood awkwardly to the side, unsure of what to say.
He also felt that Li Xin had gone a bit too far, but he couldn't bring himself to criticize his lifeline.
He could only look at Fang Hang helplessly, his eyes filled with a hint of apology.
Fang Hang frowned and gritted his teeth: "Fine, twenty it is, I guess I'm just unlucky. But don't try to trick me like this next time."
He pulled out twenty yuan from his pocket, threw it hard at Li Xin, then picked up a steamed bun and started eating it in big bites, as if he wanted to vent all his dissatisfaction on the food.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room became somewhat strange.
Each of the three had their own thoughts, and the air was thick with tension and awkwardness.
While eating his steamed buns, Fang Hang secretly observed Li Xin and Yang Han, wondering what they were up to.
Li Xin, meanwhile, looked smugly at the extra 300 yuan in his WeChat account and began planning his next move.
Yang Han was filled with worry, wondering when this inexplicable crisis would be resolved.
After thinking about it, he still asked the question.
"What are you and Yang Han up to?"
"Look at you, you already know it's a ghost. Looks like you're getting better."
Fang Hang: "???"
"What? A ghost? Where..."
He quickly moved closer to Li Xin, placed his hand under the crotch, and looked wary.
"Hey! He picked up someone else's red envelope and spent it. I bet it was money that other students in our school used to find scapegoats."
Upon hearing this, Yang Han felt even more disheartened.
Fang Hang's face turned deathly pale instantly, his eyes widened like copper bells, large beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead, and his body trembled slightly involuntarily.
He looked at Yang Han in horror, his voice stammering, "You... how could you be so foolish! You dared to pick up something like this, and even dared to spend it?"
Yang Han's lips trembled uncontrollably, his eyes filled with despair: "I... how would I know? I just thought I got a bargain, who would have thought it would turn out like this."
His legs felt weak, and he plopped down on the chair next to him, feeling as if the whole world had turned gray and gloomy.
Li Xin patted Fang Hang on the shoulder, trying to calm him down: "Now is not the time to be afraid. We need to find a way to solve this. I just received money from Yang Han, so I need to call my grandma and the others over."
Fang Hang swallowed hard and asked nervously, "Will it really... really work? This is no joke. If we can't handle it, we're all doomed."
His hand was still tightly covering his groin, as if it were his last line of defense.
Li Xin took a deep breath and said with a firm look in his eyes, "It should be fine. My grandma has handled similar things before, haven't you seen it? But we need to hurry, we can't delay any longer. Wait, I'll make a call."
Yang Han raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "So what do we need to prepare now? I really don't want to die."
He stood up from the chair, his steps a little unsteady, but he still tried to steady himself and prepared to move with them.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the room was extremely oppressive, as if an invisible hand was tightly gripping their hearts.
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