Quick Travel: The Fox Ancestor has the wrong male protagonist again

A red sun slowly rose from the east. For a moment, the world was silent and silent. Anyone who could not see the light was looking forward to the arrival of the light.

There are fewer ghosts wandering around campus.

In the principal's office, the empty boss's chair kept spinning.

Over fifty years old, the fat principal slumped on the ground. He held a few poker cards in his hand. There were four cards in total, two threes and two fours.

The smell of urine spread, and the principal kept trembling: "Ghost... Ghost King... Sir, can you win five out of nine games?"

He has been losing all night and has long forgotten how many times he has lost.

"No! It's almost dawn. I'm going to rest after this round."

A childish voice came, full of pride.

The principal tremblingly put down two threes: "Can you change my arm? If I stab it again, my right hand will be useless."

"No! Bomb!"

Four threes were thrown out from the chair. No one knew where he found the cards. There was a whole deck, and a few more cards would come out when playing.

"Can't beat it!"

"Wang Zha! I win, give me your hand."

As soon as he finished speaking, the temperature in the room dropped rapidly, various ghosts slowly appeared, and the originally vast classroom was instantly filled.

It’s not the number of ghosts that makes one’s head tingling, but their appearance.They uniformly maintained their appearance before death.

Some died in car accidents, with rotten flesh all over their bodies, and dripping water dripping from their bodies; some drowned, with livid faces, and dripping water all over their bodies. After a while, a large water stain appeared on the floor tiles, and some were hanged. .

A house full of ghosts, none of which died in the same way.

If we talk about the most beautiful ghost, then there is only this little ghost who doesn't know how to die. If we don't talk about anything else, just in terms of appearance, he was definitely first-class good-looking during his lifetime.

The principal was shivering in the corner, skillfully rolling up his sleeves, revealing his arms full of pinholes.

Ever since this kid came out to cause trouble to the school, the first person to cause trouble was not the students, but him, the principal.

He believed that he was a dedicated person during his tenure, but he just didn't stop others from bullying him.

Everyone else stood by and watched, so why did he only harm him?

He was puzzled.

The thin little boy appeared from the seat, holding a huge syringe in his hand, and walked towards the principal step by step.

"It's a needle used by veterinarians. I'll try it out today."

A moment later, a pool of blood appeared on the ground in front of the principal, and his entire arm was bloody from being stabbed.

The ghost in the room sighed in disappointment: "Little Ghost King, we want to attack somewhere else."

"No, I can only pierce my right hand."

At first, he had seen others bullying him, but as the head of a school, he scolded students not to do it in public. He waved his right hand gently to signal others to take him elsewhere.

Even if he doesn't stop it, it actually feels like an eyesore.

Do you dislike his blood?

It's a pity that he was born as a spoil produced by this school.

No matter how disgusting it is, it can't change the fact.

The principal heard this and breathed a sigh of relief.

All the ghosts today seemed to have made an agreement. Their hands were not limited to small needles, some even held sweater tags and homemade syringes.

If your right hand is destroyed, then destroy it!At least everything else is intact.

*

It was daybreak, and the principal lost too much blood and fell to the ground.

The university's courses are relatively free, especially those in the art department.

Bai Lengleng sat in the classroom and listened to the professor's talk. Holding a wolf hair dipped in cinnabar in his hand, he drew a complete ghost-exorcism charm with aura.

The spiritual energy in the small world is thin. The original owner needs to bathe and burn incense to draw the talisman, and draw luck while making the spells, but Bai Lengleng does not need it. She has her own spiritual energy, and it is very simple to use.

[The hero of the world is outside the window. He looks at you with fear. Be careful of his evil intentions. 】

Dudou watched the drama with Little Xueqiu while paying attention to the hero's movements.

When Bai Lengleng heard this, his hand that drew the talisman paused, and the spiritual energy that had just been condensed on the talisman paper dissipated.

"Is there any way to remove the Yin and Yang Eyes seal?"

[It was not mentioned in the original plot, but the original owner’s Yin and Yang Eyes were unblocked before the October [-]st holiday, but the original owner was also frightened to death on that day. 】

Something happened in dormitory 404, and the yin energy was much heavier than in ordinary rooms.

On the eve of the October [-]st holiday, the original owner's Yin and Yang eyes were opened wide. When she saw a room full of ghosts, she suffered a heart attack and died in the dormitory.

October [-]st?Isn’t it tomorrow?

The night before is... tonight?

Bai Lenglen was in disbelief, and glanced out the window with a vague look: "Scared to death by ghosts? What kind of ghost is so scary? It can scare the heavenly master to death."

【hey-hey!It's the imp.In addition, I want to correct you. The original owner is not a Heavenly Master yet!She can draw talismans and catch ghosts, but she has never caught a ghost or seen a ghost.A Celestial Master who has never seen a ghost can only be regarded as an entry-level apprentice among the Celestial Masters.However, the original owner has the same temperament as you and calls himself a heavenly master to the outside world. 】

Bai Leng sneered: "What you said is very interesting. How is it like me?"

Dudou simply pretended to be dead and ignored it.

*

An art student's day is tiring. After a day of classes, Bai Lenglen finally knew why the original owner didn't go home overnight.

The moonlight is like silver, and the moonlight fills the earth, as if it is protecting the entire world.

Occasionally there are a few chirping insects in the grass, adding some fun to the quiet night.

On the way back to the dormitory, there were people in groups of three or three.

Chen Meili held the tool box in her hand and held Bai Lengleng's arm tightly with one hand: "You may not believe it, but I had a dream last night, and I dreamed about a ghost. It's really, really real. Now when I think of that bloody face , all the hairs on my body stood up.”

Bai Lenglen thought of the vibration of the magic weapon last night.

Ghosts exist everywhere in the world, and magic weapons are sensitive. Once they are noticed, they will immediately alert them.

Growing up, the original owner experienced it from time to time.

She has an ancestral jade pendant for protection and is not worried about ghosts.

"Maybe you were frightened by the story, and you thought about it day by day and dreamed about it at night."

Chen Meili pouted: "I know you don't believe it. But Leng Leng, aren't you a Heavenly Master? There really aren't any dirty things in our dormitory!"

Before Bai Lengleng could speak, Qian Qing smiled and joked: "You are so scared that you are talking nonsense. Chen Meili, you are not as brave as a chicken! Do you want me to continue telling yesterday's story?"

"Farewell, farewell!"

"Haha, 404 another girl died more horribly, I heard..."