Ghost Town

Chapter 116 Don't even think about it

Chapter 110 Don't even think about it

"Don't even think about this matter." Mo Xiaofeng pushed him away and walked away, but he couldn't open the door no matter what.

"Xiaofeng, it seems that if you don't agree, you won't be able to leave this hall today."

Mo Xiaofeng turned to look at him, pointed at the door and said coldly: "Open the door!"

"I have no right to open it for you."

"Oh..." Mo Xiaofeng understood what he meant, "You want to force me to stay here?"

"Don't worry, I never try to force others to do what they want." The Messenger of the Holy Light did not stop, and slowly approached Mo Xiaofeng, "It's just that I can't disobey the orders of the Chief Commander."

"It's okay." Mo Xiaofeng slowly clenched his fists, "I can afford to accompany you."

Teacher An Yu only looked back and forth between the textbook and the blackboard.He seemed to be praying that the hellish 45 minutes would pass sooner rather than later as he went through the class mechanically.He never asked students to read textbooks aloud, nor did he ask students to answer questions.

Some people who still want to go to class sit in the front half of the classroom, and those who don't want to go to class at all use the space in the back half of the classroom to do whatever they want.Whispering and discussing why Teacher An Yu disappeared for so long and came back again?

Yes, yes!what happened?

Why!Have you heard?Someone saw Mr. An Yu always walking towards the infirmary when the get out of class bell rang for the last time.

What are you doing in the infirmary?

I do not know!Mysterious!

I heard that there are resentful spirits inside!Teacher An Yu must be bewitched!

Teacher An Yu glanced at those brats, cursing in his heart, and the hand holding the chalk wrote faster.

go to hell!Go to hell!You little bastards!Nasty brat!

A girl in a blood-red dress was sitting in the middle of the classroom.There, she can attend classes when she wants, and can easily join the party that gets in the way.She likes this position where she can switch positions depending on her mood, like a grass on the wall.But it doesn't matter whether she learns or not, she just comes to join in the fun, or wait for the start of a killing.

Dazhi walked in. He had never been interested in Mr. An Yu's logic class. He walked past the table and wandered to his seat. Staring at myself, from the moment I entered the classroom door, it seemed to be staring at myself, but I didn't know who it was, it was chilly.

Following his turn, the blue hand sank into the ground.

Teacher An Yu adjusted his intellectual black-rimmed glasses and glanced at him, with an evil smile on his lips.

Dazhi casually flipped through the manga, and a small piece of paper appeared in front of his eyes—the word "death" in red, plump and smudged!Still trickling—

scare!Dazhi covered his mouth that was about to scream, looked down and looked around, but met Teacher An Yu's evil eyes, um!Dazhi swallowed, lowered his head and turned a few pages of the book, covering that one.

His heart ached from the stone, his head was in a mess, and he stared blankly at the illustrations in the book.

"Come on..."

What... Dazhi looked around nervously. The students were all sitting in their seats, but for some reason, there was a girl who had never seen him sitting in front of him, wearing a blood-red dress, motionless. Dazhi was curious. Hey, the girl didn't respond, so she leaned up to see what she was doing, a voice sounded in his ear, low and hoarse, faintly hollow, piercing his scalp numbly.Dazhi raised his head in panic, only to find that the girl in red sat on his oblique corner at some point, she was thin and small, she was not a high school student.Her hair hangs straight down like black silk, her fair hands are not a normal color, they are a bit too white, they are holding something round and round, Dazhi looks more and more confused, the hoarse voice from beside him makes him Turning his gaze to the left, a blue soul brushed across the table, Dazhi looked up in shock, and a transparent blue soul was standing beside him, with empty eyes as if his eyes had been gouged out.

"Ah!" Dazhi stood up and stumbled to the ground.

"Are you all right?" When he regained his senses, Teacher An Yu had already stood beside him, and there was an uproar around him.

Dazhi grinned and lowered his head in embarrassment, "No...it's okay..."

"That's good!" It's not just an illusion or something, Teacher An Yu's expression is a little ferociously joyful, which makes Dazhi feel eerie and uncomfortable, especially when he glanced at the girl in red, the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up slightly, but Still stroking something in his arms.

Dazhi stood up and helped up the fallen chair. When he raised his eyes, the girl was still standing there, bits and pieces seemed to be disappearing. Dazhi gasped and pushed against the table behind him.

It was Liang Chao's desk sitting on his right.Liang Chao was talking to Liu Wei behind him, when he saw Dazhi's terrified appearance, he asked, "Hello! Are you alright, Dazhi?"

"Liang Chao..." Dazhi looked at the girl in red who was slowly turning around, and patted him frantically to make him look forward. Liang Chao glanced in surprise, with a puzzled expression on his face, "Dazhi?"

The girl in red smiled contemptuously, and slowly turned back without turning around, Dazhi swallowed and slowly squeezed into the chair and sat down on the right half, "Liang Chao...you didn't see who you were doing in front of you?" ……"

"Who is it? It's empty!"

"How could it be empty!" A touch of blue soul blocked between them, Dazhi gasped, and dared not speak out in a daze.

"Dazhi! What's wrong with you, Dazhi!" Liang Chao's voice seemed to come from a very far away place, and Dazhi could hardly hear him, only to see the blue soul slowly squatting down, the two big holes were quiet, uh Er, looking at himself, there are some freckles on his face.

It's like saying "Come on..."

In sight, the classroom was darkened.

The girl in red turned around slowly, and almost instantly, she appeared in front of her eyes.

Dazhi kept wiping the corners of his eyes and rubbing them.A girl in a red dress was jumping back and forth, holding a round object in front of each door, jumping up and down like a ghost every time, changing between smoke and entity, and jumping in front of Dazhi.

Dazhi realized that he was standing in the corridor.

"Ah——" In an instant, blood splashed all over the transparent glass, and heart-piercing cries came from classrooms on both sides, and the corpses of the students rushed out of the classrooms and rushed into the corridor.

Jasmine Jasmine is so cute

The fluttering red dress is lovable

a candy i love

shoved into screaming mouth

don't rush to run around

hide and seek my favorite

you must hide

hee hee ha ha I'm here

It's amazing when you find it

sweet blood so gratifying

run around dragging your head

Jasmine has another toy hug

stumps flopping around

Headless man spider hallway full

weird and ugly is me

Hee hee... Big brother, you are so strong...

Dazhi turned around slowly when he heard the sound, and the girl jumped out of the darkness with a head in her hand, and licked her blood-stained lips.

Immediately afterwards, the severed limb crawled out tremblingly, like a headless chicken with its hair stripped off, naked, with its limbs forming a cone, stumbling and crawling around.

Black shadows appeared on the ceiling, on the ground, and on the walls everywhere.

Headless limbs sprang up from the walls in all directions like spiders, filling the hallway and surrounding the girl in the center.

Hehe...

Do you like this surprise...

Dazhi's body was so limp that he fell to the ground.

"Big brother... what's wrong with you..."

"Big brother... isn't it fun..."

"Big brother...you can play with Jasmine..."

"Big brother……"

In the corridor, the sound of creaking teeth was like the ticking of the second hand, as if it was probing, or deliberately torturing the adrenal glands of the prey, slowly...slowly...

Only the red one remained.

"What did you say!" Yin Yaming patted the table and stood up, "What happened to Mocheng?"

"Yes, all of a sudden, resentful spirits are everywhere, the killings are non-stop, and all the underworld has been mobilized."

"It's daytime! Are you sure?"

"It's true, and the quantity is huge!"

"I'll go! How could this happen?" Yin Yaming rubbed his hands, "This is a massacre!"

"Then shall we dispatch?"

"Of course we have to act! If the resentful spirits don't get rid of, the casualties will only increase. You take people there first, and I'll ask the Holy Light Messenger for instructions!"

"Yes!"

Yin Yaming yelled into the beeper, but no one answered, "I'll go! Where did this person go at critical times! Lun Fengyi is not there either! No way! I have to go to the leader!"

Yin Yaming was still terrified when he walked through the corridor. He knew the location of the leader, but he had hardly seen him. The leader basically didn't show up, and the Messenger of the Holy Light took care of it. Will he offend that lord in the past?But the situation is urgent, and this lord must know that this act of massacring the city by ghosts and spirits cannot happen so casually, there must be some reason or opportunity for it!

"Boom, boom, boom!" Yin Yaming knocked on the door.

No one responded.

"Boom boom boom!"

The door creaked open, and Mo Xiaofeng's figure appeared at the door.

"Xiaofeng?"

"Are you here to find the Holy Light Messenger?"

"He's here?"

Mo Xiaofeng stepped aside without saying a word, Yin Yaming walked in, and saw the Messenger of Holy Light sitting on the sofa drinking tea.

Mo Xiaofeng took the opportunity to sneak out, the door slammed shut, damn it!Mo Xiaofeng beat the door and sat at the door.

"This..." Yin Yaming was confused by this scene.

"What are you doing here?" The Messenger of the Holy Light put down his teacup.

"A large number of resentful spirits in Mocheng are restless, look—"

"Do not care."

"What!" Before Yin Yaming could say this, Mo Xiaofeng walked over angrily, "Didn't you hear the turmoil in Mocheng clearly?"

"Xiaofeng, this matter is under the guidance of the Messenger of the Holy Light, so you don't need to interfere." The old man walked out through the European-style door in the back room.

"Lord Chief!" Yin Yaming immediately knelt down on the ground.

"Why don't you care?" Mo Xiaofeng walked to the old man's side, "The resentful spirit is restless!"

"Xiaofeng, there is a hell, it's not a problem."

"But—grandpa—"

grandfather?Yin Yaming was taken aback, no wonder the two of them spoke so intimately.

"Xiaofeng! The spiritual masters don't have the way of reincarnation, and they can only be wiped out if they are dispatched. Why not hand them over to the underworld? Isn't it better to give them a clear reward and punishment, and deal with them everywhere? Isn't this what you want to see?"

"I...but..."

"Don't worry, the manpower in the underworld is enough, we are not short of us, they will solve it quickly, and no more innocent people will be added, so you can rest assured about this matter."

"But grandpa—"

"Xiaofeng, my good grandson, don't do everything by yourself. Your energy is limited, but you can't finish it. You just finished training and you still haven't had a good rest. What do you care about it?"

"But Grandpa, the duty of our spiritual masters is to eliminate spirits, and we cannot forget our due duties just because of the existence of the underworld. Xiaofeng is not going to help the underworld, but to help the people in Mocheng and help us guard the land in Mocheng. memories!"

The old man was startled and didn't know what to say. He looked at the Messenger of Light, who stood up, "Xiaofeng, are you still anxious about offering sacrifices to Dongcheng? You want to take this opportunity to see him, right?"

"Forehead……"

"Since you're going, you don't have to go. I believe Yin Yaming has already dispatched manpower. I just need to dispatch all the executive officers. You can recuperate in the organization with peace of mind."

"That's right, your injury hasn't healed yet, just let the Messenger of the Holy Light accompany you to rest." The old man patted Mo Xiaofeng on the shoulder.

The Messenger of the Holy Light nodded at Yin Yaming, and Yin Yaming left in a hurry.

"Grandpa! Why do you listen to the Holy Light Messenger so much!"