Let the system try to save the world

The men in black were skeptical, and one of them reached out his hand and wanted to hold Shen Anzhi's pulse.

Shen Anzhi's legs felt a little weak. He felt that he shouldn't doubt the means left by Xitong, but after all, he was just an ordinary person. He didn't know what criteria those weirdos used to judge the people they were looking for.

Shen Anzhi pretended to sit leisurely on the first row of tables in the classroom, extended her wrist half an inch, then retracted it, "Wait, how do I know you are in the same group with me?"

"I am anxious." He snorted coldly, "Since the news of my identity leaked out, people who come to look for me are like crucian carp crossing the river."

"Tell me first, what do you want to see me for?" Shen Anzhi folded her long legs and urged, "If you can't please me, I will chop off your master as well."

The classmate who gave the script and his friend inadvertently made eye contact.

What script did you give him? He is both "I" and "this seat", what should he call himself?

It's quite appropriate, isn't it? A buddy winks madly at his friend. Isn't this a living, breathing, crazy villain?

The men in black probably never thought that this group of controlled students would be so bold as to make up stories to deceive them. It was also Shen Anzhi's fault for being too calm and arrogant.

The two communicated in a way that the students could not hear, but in the end no action was taken.

"Okay." Shen Anzhi jumped down from the table and swept the things on the table. "I didn't see any sincerity at all. I'll report it to your master when I get back."

"Although I have fallen, I am not someone who can be bullied by any cat or dog." Shen Anzhi pushed open the door of the classroom. "I am not as capable as I used to be, but I still have abilities that you cannot find."

"Don't kowtow to me in the future." Shen Anzhi covered her mouth and yawned lazily, "Kneel down and get out of here."

The classmates' eyes became tense almost instantly. The head teacher fainted in less than three seconds because of the mirage outside. If Shen Anzhi walked out now, she would be walking into a trap.

A classmate swallowed the word "stop" in his throat and lowered his head sharply to hide his panicked eyes.

A group of people either lowered their heads or looked up at the sky, but no one dared to look in Shen Anzhi's direction.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... until Shen Anzhi almost reached the end of the corridor, his steps were still so steady and casual.

"Sir, please stay." The man in black robe finally spoke and stopped Shen Anzhi. A mortal who inhaled the mirage would lose consciousness due to the illusion within half a minute at most. Being able to walk such a distance in such a thick mirage was enough to explain something.

"Hmm?" Shen Anzhi made a puzzled nasal sound.

"Sir, do you recognize this thing?" One of the men in black robes took out a disc-shaped object from his arms. The object was as big as an adult's palm. Under the light, it shone brightly enough to reflect a person's figure.

Shen Anzhi curled his lips, revealing a smile that was three parts cold, three parts sarcastic, and four parts nonchalance. He glanced at the disc briefly and casually threw it back to the man in black robe.

Shen Anzhi said nothing. She put her hands behind her back and raised her chin slightly, motioning the other party to lead the way.

"Excuse me." The black-robed man's attitude became more respectful, "Please let me check the fluctuations of your spiritual power."

Shen Anzhi rolled her eyes, seeming to disdain their behavior, and condescended to put one hand into his.

The man in black robe lowered his eyes for a moment. Shen Anzhi only felt that the cool thing left by Xitong in his dantian was touched by someone, but he did not feel any discomfort.

Shen Anzhi frowned fiercely and made an impatient click of the tongue. He quickly pulled his hand back as if something dirty was stuck on it.

"Okay." The man in black had never seen the spiritual energy he was looking for, but the surging vitality could not be faked. Such a pure breath could probably only come from that adult.

Besides, would a master who can cultivate such pure spiritual energy lower himself to deceive little people like them?

"Please." The two of them bowed together and made way for Shen Anzhi.

Shen Anzhi didn't even turn his head, his back straight, and walked out murderously like a sword drawn from its sheath.

The students in the room breathed a sigh of relief when they felt them go far away. The monitor pinched his nose and covered his mouth, leaned over to take a look, then quickly retreated and whispered, "They're gone."

"They won't kill Shen Anzhi and Xitong, right?" a classmate said in a crying voice.

"No." The squad leader said seriously, "You have to trust them."

Everyone in the room was talking about the situation.

"But after all, we deceived them..."

"Because Shen Anzhi is not the descendant of the demon clan's heir at all."

"Lies like this are easily exposed!"

There are also people looking for things in a panic.

"My box cutter blade is gone..."

"Is this the time to look for something?!"

"What if it pricks someone?"

"It depends on Xitong." The squad leader looked far away in the direction where Xitong might be, "We can only place our hopes on him."

"Wait a minute." The student who provided the cell phone suddenly interrupted the chaotic students and raised the cell phone in his hand to control the remote control. "Is this thing stuck?"

The monitor made a quiet gesture, and everyone's eyes were focused on their phones.

"It's stuck." The squad leader said solemnly, "We forgot that the bathroom has a toilet, and the mechanical legs can't climb up."

"What should we do?" The classmate was so anxious that he almost cried. Anyone who had just seen the light of hope and then had it shattered would obviously become desperate.

"Let me do it. Let's see if anyone is blocking it." The classmate who was closest to Xitong and the others raised his hand. He tried to recall for a while and tried to tap the buttons on his phone. "This seems to be an invitation to the other party to send a message."

The other party was even more excited, and after a few seconds he sent a long and dense string of messages.

There was an awkward silence.

"Uh...excuse me what does this mean?"

"Does anyone understand?"

"I don't understand, Smecta."

"At least it means that the person on the other side is a person..."

"I don't know! Where is the code book written by Xitong?"

"I left it to the class downstairs."

"I have an idea." The student who sent the message took a deep breath, "Just tell him to throw this into the toilet."

"Throw it into the toilet. How do you write so many Chinese characters for Dragon?" The classmate next to him scratched his hair in distress.

"Just write WC." The student who sent the message made a decision. He quickly sent WC several times. "Even a fool knows that WC means toilet. He will definitely understand."

At the same time, Lu Jingming was in deep thought because of the message handed over by the other side, so he did not notice that the black-robed man pointed out by Xitong found out that he was not in the class and ran quickly towards the bathroom.

The door of the cubicle opened silently. Lu Jingming screamed in fright and threw the radio into the toilet.

Lu Jingming did not sit still and wait for death. Having been trained in basic body-building techniques for a long time, he slapped the opponent's chin with his palm, "You are hiding your head and showing your tail. I want to see who you are!"

The silver mask fell to the ground with a clang. The man had never expected Lu Jingming to suddenly jump up. He bent over in pain, holding his chin.

"Wait." Lu Jingming recognized this person, "Who are you...?"