Atypical Survival [Quick Transmigration]

Feng Jieling probably never expected that the image he had prepared to create with painstaking efforts would be shattered the moment his name was announced.

Probably because Ji Zhuixing hesitated too much at that moment, Feng Jieling paused slightly, and asked with a smile: "What's wrong?"

Of course, Ji Zhaixing will not show any abnormalities.

He tilted his head slightly, and the black hair that has grown slightly in recent days covered a little bit of his fair cheeks. The young master looked innocent and said: "Is it Fengdu?"

When ordinary people hear this surname, most of them will think of the surname "Feng" instead of "Feng", unless this person has heard of it in the world of celestial masters.

Feng Jieling was not surprised that Ji Zaixing knew about the Feng family, and he was sure that the Feng family would never publicize his affairs, and would only keep his name secret.He also joked very naturally, and even used this famous family of celestial masters to add credibility to his origin: "I don't think there will be another Feng family in the world of celestial masters."

The boy seemed to relax a little.His fine and curled eyelashes trembled slightly, and he solemnly thanked again: "Thank you."

Feng Jieling's smile deepened, but he didn't know that what Ji Zhuixing was thinking about now was that he had clearly cleared his relationship with Lu Huanzhou-why the son of destiny could still have anything to do with him.

It can't be said that Feng Jieling came here to avenge Lu Huanzhou.

...Although, the more Ji Zhuixing thought about it, the more he felt that there was such a possibility.

Fortunately, Feng Jieling probably didn't intend to expose it first, otherwise he wouldn't have made such a kind gesture, exactly the same as when he deceived Lu Zhaozhou.

Feng Jieling's method is not unskillful, he knows that no matter how strong the resentment is, he gives way to Huanzhou, the celestial master who regards the evil spirit as a harmless predecessor and guides the ancestors, so he can communicate with each other with peace of mind.If Ji Zhuixing hadn't heard this name, maybe he would have developed trust in such a gentle and assisted ghost of the celestial master.

Ji Zhaixing raised his head slightly, looked at the black-robed ghost half floating in the air, and asked him if he wanted some incense rewards as if nothing had happened. After all, as far as the soul body is concerned, these are more tempting to ghosts than real money.

The black-robed ghost looked at it with a smile, and declined the reward within two or three sentences, without making anyone feel the embarrassment of being rejected.Only Feng Jieling looked at Ji Zhaixing, and sighed slightly: "The world is unstable, and there are many evil spirits. Even if the school is protected by a formation, it will not be safe. You have to be careful."

His eyes were really full of concern, with a little unspeakable worry.People who see his gaze will probably only think that Feng Jieling is a good ghost who cares about the country and the people.

Ji Zhaixing saw the unusual meaning in this sentence, and asked calmly: "Such a ghost, will I encounter such a ghost again in the future?"

"This is caused by the situation. The stronger its resentment, the stronger its ability. After a certain special cloudy time—" Of course, some small help from him must be added.

Feng Jieling obviously didn't know how to say this sentence, but his expression became more dignified, and the unfinished meaning was self-evident.

Young Master Ji's face seemed to be paler.On the cheeks, only the lips seemed to have color, which was turned red by his inadvertent biting.

How could a young master like him, who was pampered and brought up like this, endure such hardships.

"I see." Finally the young master whispered, "Thank you."

He didn't ask Feng Jieling to stay by his side to suppress disasters.Feng Jieling naturally didn't take the initiative to mention it.

It's just that in the eyes of the black-robed evil spirit, a net has already been woven.

403 has returned to normal. With the passage of time, the brilliant sunset that was originally extremely bright has also set, and the sky is intertwined with golden light and shadows.

After saying goodbye to Feng Jieling briefly, Ji Zhuixing went out, and saw Song Tian who was still sitting outside the door, wrapping her arms around her knees.

Instead, he remembered what Feng Jieling said——

The evil ghost seemed to be sighing, and reminded very tactfully: That classmate framed you in a dangerous situation, I am afraid that he is not a good friend, so stay away.

Ji Zhai Xingyuan hadn't thought of Song Tian's abnormality yet, but Feng Jieling's words made him recall it, and he felt that Song Tian's situation was not quite right at that time.

It's just that he seemed to be in trouble, and it was right to alienate Song Tian, ​​so he took advantage of the situation and agreed.

Song Tian's shoulders twitched slightly, but there was not much crying.

Ji Zhaixing saw that the materials that were originally intended to be given to the classical research teacher were not lost in the panic, but scattered all over the corridor on the fourth floor, so he leaned over to pick them up, and piled them up neatly without any dust.

After the slender ten fingers pointed the order, Ji Zhaixing came to Song Tian again, squatted down and said, "It's all right."

Song Tian, ​​who was faintly aware of the changes in the environment around her, but didn't dare to look up, finally revealed a pair of red and swollen eyes. Seeing the information handed to her, the young man's slender and beautiful fingertips, and looking at it, she was quiet but not disgusted. face.

"Let's go back." Ji Zhuixing said calmly.

Song Tian seemed to come alive.

She also became really sad, her tongue was like a hidden blade, and when she opened her mouth it hurt so badly, she only knew to repeat again and again: "I'm sorry...Ji Zaixing, I'm sorry."

Ji Zhaixing knew it was not Song Tian's fault, so he explained a few words.Song Tian didn't know whether she heard it or not, she just wiped her eyes, took the information, and followed Ji Jiexing with her head down.

It was very late, not only the original classical studies teacher had left work, but even a faculty member was rarely seen in this lonely and remote teaching building.They put the materials on the teacher's desk, and Ji Zhaixing sent a WeChat message to inform them.The teacher of classical studies has a generous personality, or in other words, he is always very easy to talk to Ji Zhaixing, so I thank you a few words.

They left together again, and everything was as usual, as if they were back on track.

It's just that Song Tian didn't dare to go up the stairs again, and when she looked at Ji Zhaixing, she felt extremely guilty.

What left the deepest impression on her was not those horrific scenes, but the last scene.She pushed Ji Zhaixing into the door that represented a dead end, and then locked the door.

Strange, vile, terrible.

Song Tian stood in front of the brown-red teaching building under the afterglow, her eyes were red and she said: "Student Ji, I'm sorry—"

"..." Ji Zhuixing remained silent for a while, but still said, "You don't have to blame yourself like this."

"It should be caused by ghosts." The young man said this sentence very lightly, almost with a single mouth shape, but Song Tian bit his lip slightly and did not speak.

She held on to the last bit of strength and said: "I'm going back, I want to have a good rest."

"Do you want me to see you off?"

Ji Zhaixing looked at her in a trance, frowned and said.

"You will be misunderstood if you send me back." Song Tian had no choice but to smile a little at last.

Ji Zhaoxing didn't insist anymore.

After today, Song Tian is probably exhausted and has no energy to be questioned by others.

Even Ji Zhaixing was a little sleepy after returning to the dormitory.

In fact, today's experience didn't consume much of his physical strength, nor was he frightened by the ghosts—perhaps he was even more frightened by Feng Jieling.But when Ji Zhuixing was soaking in the bathtub with his eyes closed, his snow-white skin was soaked into crimson by the hot water, and his whole body was so soft that he had almost no strength.

It was Jin Shaoxue who knocked on the door and asked, Ji Zhaoxing lazily responded and came out of the warm water.

After a hard day, the consequences come quickly.

A fever, menacing.

Ji Zhaixing was burning badly, he put his fingertips on his wrist, and felt a burst of warmth, but he didn't care, and fell into the bed.

After Feng Jieling entered very skillfully, he swept away the soda water in the living room with a wave of his hand, and the second step was to turn to Ji Zhaixing's room.

Young Master Ji's cheeks were slightly flushed.