It’s the end of the world after becoming a mountain god!

It was just a competition, and all the schools were accompanied by teachers with top-notch skills in Taoism.

Responsible for recording and grading while protecting student safety.

I don’t know what this teacher was thinking. He seemed to trust Song Tang and Zhang Zhiqi very much and assigned a camera to each of them.

"This is a special camera that can capture ghosts." The teacher adjusted his glasses and explained, "This is a defensive charm that can temporarily prevent ghosts from getting close to you. If something unexpected happens, stick it on yourself and press here at the same time."

The red button above the camera is an alarm that will automatically notify the nearest teacher to come for rescue.

"Don't be stubborn, safety is the most important thing." The teacher reminded them again before leading the four students in the opposite direction.

The section of road they were on now was a high-incidence area for ghost buses, and the two groups were each assigned a few stops.

Song Tang and the other person wandered around silently. It was still about half an hour before twelve o'clock, so they still had plenty of time.

Neither of them is talkative. There aren't many pedestrians on the road at this time, but there are some.

The two of them looked at the left and the right respectively, like two thieves scouting the place.

"Hehe, Shao Qing means no harm, don't take it to heart." Zhang Zhiqi did not care about the fact that his position as captain was taken away from him.

He is the eldest senior brother. If he shows it too obviously, Shao Qing and others will become more unscrupulous in making things difficult for Song Tang.

He did not incite these people to speak up for him, nor did he stop them.

"Actually, I was a little dissatisfied, so I didn't stop Shao Qing from causing trouble for you." Zhang Zhiqi frankly admitted his little thoughts, "I don't think I'm worse than you, and I haven't made any mistakes. I don't understand. Knowing that changing the commander at the last minute is a taboo, why did the teacher do this?"

Everyone else called him Dean Zhang, but Zhang Zhiqi called him Teacher.

It seems that Zhang Zhiqi is Dean Zhang's student, and a student he favors very much.

Song Tang finally understood why Dean Zhang wanted her to be the captain no matter what.

It is not necessary to win this so-called championship, it is more likely to just be Zhang Zhiqi's whetstone.

Why didn't you say so earlier? Why did you have to take so many detours?

Is it really okay to just use her as a whetstone for the younger generation?

Even if she is not very good at learning the Taoist magic, with the accumulation of time, there will be few rivals for her.

Previously, I thought there might be other geniuses like the Zhang family kid in the world. Later, many things happened, and Song Tang suddenly realized that there were only a few people who could rival the founder of the sect. Even after a thousand years, no one appeared!

That person is unique, there is no one before him and there will be no one after him!

"You said..." Song Tang raised his hand and pointed at a bus not far away, "Is there a possibility that it can be obtained without any effort?"

"What?" Zhang Zhiqi looked in the direction where Song Tang pointed his finger.

That bus that is glowing green, looks brand new but is actually covered in rust, isn't that the haunted bus they are looking for?

Zhang Zhiqi's face changed. He put the big backpack in his hand on his back and ran quickly to the bus stop.

At this time, he was dressed as a programmer wearing black-framed glasses and a plaid shirt. Because Song Tang was young, he dressed as a rookie who had just entered the society.

"Luckily I made it in time, otherwise I would have to call a taxi again. The company wouldn't reimburse me. They are so stingy." Zhang Zhiqi took out his bus card and acted as if nothing had happened.

Song Tang carried the black chain bag that Shao Qing had lent him, and went upstairs with a righteous look on his face, as if he was carrying a brick.

Seeing Zhang Zhiqi looking at him, he reluctantly said "hmm".

The bus driver was wearing the bus company's uniform blue uniform. If you ignore the steel bar stuck in his chest and the half of his face that was completely rotten...

Well, it's totally unignorable.

The two found two seats in the middle of the bus and sat down. Zhang Zhiqi deliberately sat near the corridor, but his face looked a little pale.

"You..." Song Tang thought carefully about the wording, "Not used to it?"

When they met for the first time, Song Tang noticed that Zhang Zhiqi was born with the ability to see ghosts, so logically he should not be afraid of ghosts.

Zhang Zhiqi's face turned pale, and he tried his best to suppress his nausea and said, "How can I get used to this kind of thing? I just have a higher tolerance. This is a little...yue..."

This sound of "yue" is very telling.

The two of them focused their attention on the driver's seat, wanting to see why the driver was teasing the poor overtime worker.

I don't know how long it took, but a white mist began to fill the carriage. Zhang Zhiqi's eyes, which had been wide open, began to close little by little.

Song Tang took advantage of his unpreparedness, slapped him on the back, and shouted, "Wake up!"

Zhang Zhiqi suddenly opened his eyes and immediately realized that he had been tricked.

He pulled out the long sword hidden in his backpack. The hilt of the sword was in the shape of five linked sections, and runes of the sun, moon and stars were engraved on the sword.

Song Tang exclaimed, isn't this the sword that the boy from the Zhang family wears?

Why did she remember that after he attained enlightenment, he took the sword away with him?

No! Although this sword is made to look old, the age is obviously wrong! It should be a replica. Thinking of this, Song Tang retracted his gaze.

Over there, Zhang Zhiqi had already drawn out his sword with a "Canglang" sound and was marching forward with the Seven Star Steps.

The driver seemed to finally realize that these two people were not ordinary overtime workers, and he became angry instantly.

He dropped the steering wheel, stopped driving, pointed at Zhang Zhiqi's nose and cursed, "Okay, you lied to me! I was kind enough to help you, but you lied to me, and now you want to kill me. You are all ungrateful people!"

"Evil beast, you have been a scourge to the world for a long time, I will kill you!" Zhang Zhiqi stabbed with a sword.

The bus ghost dodged flexibly, became angry, and started to fight back.

He clenched his hands tightly, and all the flying objects in the car flew towards Zhang Zhiqi.

Zhang Zhiqi was not panicked. He held his sword and knocked down the objects that were thrown at him one by one. Some objects that were too large were split in half with one sword.

"Go——" Zhang Zhiqi threw out a piece of talisman paper with one hand and danced the long sword with the other hand tightly.

It can be seen that he does practice diligently on a daily basis. At least his sword-wielding style is quite similar to that of the Zhang family, except that he does not have a murderous aura.

Even though he was facing a ghost that was about to be killed, Zhang Zhiqi did not have any murderous intent.

This is no wonder. Children who live in peace rarely have murderous intent or even real anger.

Especially a good-natured man like Zhang Zhiqi, who always considers the overall situation in everything he does, thinking that he is a descendant of the Zhang family and the eldest senior brother or something.

The heavier the burden, the more restricted you will be, and the sharpness of youth will naturally be gone.

"Where is your Zhang family's Five Thunder Talisman? Why don't you use it?" To deal with ghosts and monsters, the Five Thunder Talisman is naturally the most useful.

It was already difficult for Zhang Zhiqi to survive relying solely on swordsmanship.

Hearing Song Tang's words, he replied somewhat embarrassedly: "The Five Thunder Talisman has long been lost."

What, it’s lost?

Song Tang was a little overwhelmed for a moment, and then he remembered that Lou Shao was extremely shocked that he could draw talismans. Could it be that talismans were actually lost?