Horror Recovery: I Became a Spiritual Instructor

Zhang Yang used to be in sales, and what he needed the most was to observe the situation.

He glanced at Zhao Lei, and immediately understood that this familiar prison guard was hesitating.

Although I don't know the reason for his hesitation, since Dean Zhang has always bound him to his own affairs, there must be something special about this prison guard.

Maybe this time the prison warden suddenly recognized his great horse because the prison guard was in the middle of it?
Thinking about it this way, I should have a good relationship with him.

Zhang Yang looked at Zhao Lei who was beside him, and stood up on his own initiative.

"Sir, I think you've been working hard. I guess you still have a lot of work to do. I pack up my own things, and it's really no problem to add a few of them to help."

"You can just show us where the dormitory is now. The warden is a bit too polite. Actually, we don't need to bother you."

Originally, the matter of changing the dormitory was also proposed by Zhang Yang. The warden asked the prison guards to help him move things. To put it bluntly, he wanted to give Zhang Yang a favor.

But now Zhang Yang took the initiative to speak up, asking not to help him.

One thing more is worse than one thing less, of course Zhao Lei has no reason to refuse.

Moreover, the dormitory guards and the prison guards in charge of daily guards are not easy to mess with. It is impossible for these prisoners to do anything out of the ordinary under their noses.

He nodded to Zhang Yang: "Then you can work hard on your own, and I will deal with my affairs."

Then he took the rest of the people and left with confidence and boldness to finish the work he hadn't finished.

As soon as the prison guards left, several prisoners who were waiting at the side almost flocked to Zhang Yang.

"Brother Zhang, what did they discuss with you? How can they change places?"

"Brother Zhang, you are amazing. We brothers have been here for so long, and it is the first time we see the warden asking us to do something. He is so polite."

"Really! Among the people who came in, there are so many big bosses who claim to be awesome, none of them are as famous as you."

Each of these four people talked lively, almost surrounded Zhang Yang, and walked all the way to the direction of their dormitory.

Although Zhang Yang has always promised on the surface, he did not answer their questions in real terms.

To put it bluntly, at that moment just now, he and the warden were just acting as riddles to each other. The warden didn't say what was going on outside, and he didn't talk about his own system.

Even if Zhang Yang really wants to tell these people something now, he can't tell why.

So he immediately changed the subject and glanced at these people.

"By the way, the few of you are often together, you should be in the same dormitory, right?"

Hearing that Zhang Yang, whom they regarded as a boss, actually asked about their situation, they immediately gave up the doubts they had just had in their hearts.

"Brother Zhang, we are not in the same dormitory, but we come in at about the same time. We often meet each other in doing exercises and work, so we naturally get mixed up and become brothers."

"That's why we greeted you at the beginning. After all, in prison, it's no different from socializing outside. It doesn't hurt to know more people."

Zhang Yang nodded slightly.

"So that's the case, then thank you all, my name is Zhang Yang, what do you guys call me?"

The prisoners all looked at the short man closest to Zhang Yang at the same time.

The man walked up to him, Zhang Yang looked at him more, and realized that it was he who reminded himself many times when doing exercises and watching ghost movies before, and he is probably the most talkative one among this group of people .

"Brother Zhang, you can just call me a mouse. The fat guy over there just calls him a potato, the tall one calls him a bamboo pole, and the thinnest one in the corner is a skinny guy."

It sounds easy to remember, and the image is not much different from his own image, Zhang Yang nodded his head, as if he had written them down.

While talking, several people didn't stop on their feet, but they had already walked near the dormitory in a short while.

They exchanged a few pleasantries, probably because they could see that Zhang Yang was a little absent-minded. Although the four brothers were enthusiastic, they didn't rely on it to get close to Zhang Yang and insisted on getting close to him.

Except when they were moving things, they deliberately said a few more words to Zhang Yang and the supervisor, as if they wanted to show off and climbed onto Zhang Yang's thigh.

Seeing them like this, Zhang Yang thought it was a bit funny, after all, they just met by chance, so they were considered to be in a relationship like this, but he didn't expose it.

After all, these are market people, and it is inevitable that they are still in prison.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yang suddenly froze for a moment. After all, he was no more than an ordinary person, and he had an extremely vulgar profession. At this moment, he actually laughed at him as a person in the market.

Suddenly, at that moment, he understood the reason why he was unable to enter the country while meditating last night.

Although he didn't want to admit it, owning the system, and even signing in to get some fairy and ghost stuff, meant a lot to him, a person who was already tired of ordinary life.

"Oh, okay, it seems that this system is still useful, I should recognize it or have to recognize it."

"Ding! The system can hear you! The host is finally willing to face himself frankly, hehe."

"... Hee hee, okay, I regret it again, this system is a bit too cheap, I always feel that it can't produce anything good."

While complaining, Zhang Yang entered the room prepared for him by the warden.

This room is not big, about [-] square meters at most, and a normal room with one living room is only enough for one person.

It's a small apartment, but it's fully equipped, just like what he asked for before, everything is very well prepared.

Zhang Yang sat on the sofa in the living room, and tried it twice.Well, not too far from the sofa in the warden's office.

And most importantly...

Zhang Yang glanced at it, and sure enough, because it was the room where the prison guards lived, it didn't have ubiquitous surveillance like those houses in the prison.

That feeling of being watched all the time.It's not good.

In this way, I can take a bath, go to the toilet, meditate and practice talismans with confidence.

However, if you want to write a qualified talisman, you still need cinnabar and other things to ward off evil spirits. I don’t know when I will find the opportunity to really do something...

Meanwhile, the warden's office on the other side.

After finishing today's work, Zhao Lei has arrived at the warden's office again.

The glass of water that was poured when talking with Zhang Yang was already cold, but the warden still maintained the pensive look when Zhang Yang went out, sitting behind his desk.

It's not common for the warden to look so sad. Could it be that something happened in just ten minutes?
Zhao Lei raised his heart.

Silently changing the glass of water for the warden, he tentatively asked, "What's wrong, warden?"