Routine Demolition [Quick Transmigration]

Luo Guangtao frowned. If there was only one strange thing, he could comfort himself that it was a coincidence. If there was a second one, he could barely find an excuse.For example, the square table was prepared by someone who went there to play Bixian before. Although it is far-fetched, it is not necessarily impossible.

However, there is a third one.

Everyone didn't have any doubts about the appearance of the other table. They seemed to be blinded by the collective, and they didn't find anything wrong.After all, it was not a desk, but a square desk randomly placed in the aisle, not even merged into the arrangement of other desks.

Naturally, Zhang Xun would not tell them that he put the table, but he was not responsible for the lock and the third strange thing.But Zhang Xun also had a guess in his heart that it was probably done by ghosts.

Although they hadn't hired the pen fairy at that time, he had already burned the yellow paper at that time, so the ghost should have been eyeing them.

Now that Wang Zixuan and Luo Guangtao were getting tense, he was very pleased, so he decided to add more anger.

"Actually, it's more than that..."

Luo Guangtao and Wang Zixuan were indeed attracted by him, and became more nervous.Luo Guangtao is more daring, and often has a big heart, but he is not so big that he is not afraid of ghosts at all.The weird incident that happened yesterday was scary enough. I didn't expect that there was something they didn't notice. The more Luo Guangtao thought about it, the more nervous he became.

Zhang Xun showed a strange but pleasant smile, he lowered his head to prevent the two of them from noticing: "When we left, we didn't pack up the pens, candles and paper, and everything else was fine, but the paper was left there all the time... "

Luo Guangtao suddenly understood what he meant, and took a deep breath: "After playing with the pen fairy, you must burn the paper!"

Now the atmosphere among the three became even more flustered and terrified, and a frightening silence spread, and they were at a loss for a while.

"Why don't we go back and find the paper and burn it?" Wang Zixuan suggested.

"I don't know if it's useful." Luo Guangtao turned pale. "When I was playing before, they all emphasized that the paper must be burned as soon as possible. Besides, are you sure you want to go back? That strange classroom is really me." Don't want to go again."

The classroom they chose before was the most remote one on the top floor that had been vacant all year round, and even the students in class would not go there.It's usually gloomy during the day, not to mention that kind of thing is happening now.

Wang Zixuan smiled wryly: "I don't want to go, if there are no classes there, I don't want to go to that teaching building anymore."

"Go." Zhang Xun straightened his expression and looked up at them, "It will be more troublesome if the time drags on."

Wang Zixuan and Luo Guangtao looked at each other, nodded slowly, and agreed.

No matter what, the paper must be burned, otherwise no one knows what the consequences will be.