Escape from the Ghost

On a new day, Song Yi deliberately got up early in the morning, wearing a white casual shirt and a black vest, looked at his handsome appearance in the mirror, touched the diamond stud earring on his right earlobe, and was ready to go out with satisfaction.

Zhu Xin got out of the bed, wrapped in a ball of heat, stared blankly, and muttered: "They are all men, God is really unfair." Continue to play with Duke Zhou.

Song Yi got stuck and entered Class 10 classroom [-] minutes before the start of class, and was punished twice for copying books, but Song Yi didn't write one time, adhering to the fine tradition of not going to class without homework since childhood, and directly skipping class for two weeks.He had already made up his mind, if Li Zhaoling dared to argue with him about this matter, Young Master Song would walk away immediately, and he would not be so useless anymore.

In class today, he was obviously in a different mood than usual. He smiled all the way, and looked dumbfounded at the little girls.In the final analysis, there is of course a fundamental difference in the pleasure brought about by going to class and meeting the object.

Song Yi originally thought that he would arrive a few minutes earlier, but he did not expect to see Li Zhaoling standing on the podium with his head bowed to prepare for the lesson. He was wearing a three-piece dark blue suit and vest, and his shirt was slightly rolled up to the elbow joint of his forearm. The wrapped|wrapped |sensuality is exposed two points, and the whole person looks lean and tough.

Seeing Song Yi come in, the girls in the front row couldn't help whispering.He missed the podium and habitually walked to the back row. Before taking two steps, he heard Li Zhaoling say in a gloomy voice, "Song Yi, sit in the first row."

Song Yi hesitated a little, feeling extremely reluctant.He stood still, and the first few rows of the classroom were immediately filled with an awkward smell. The little girls talked in low voices, and occasionally a few words slipped into Song Yi's ears.

"Look, let me just say that there is a spark in their eyes! Mu Daxin CP, I stand firm."

"A black-bellied and cold-blooded history teacher, a rebellious and seductive rich second generation, who do you think is on top..."

"Does it still matter? Whoever is stronger will win!"

The girls in the front row were obviously in a dormitory, their voices were getting louder and louder, and Song Yi couldn't even pretend not to hear them.

Li Zhaoling raised his head and looked at them coldly, "Ahem..." Clearing his throat, the classroom was suddenly quiet, and he naturally turned his gaze to Song Yi.

A girl murmured in a low voice: "I told you to keep your voices down and keep yourselves cute. Look, you've been caught."

Song translation: "..."

Song Yi suddenly felt ashamed, and threw people into the South Pacific early in the morning. He scratched his head openly, covered his face secretly, walked to the second row and sat down next to the door, and glanced at Li Zhaoling's face from the corner of his eye. Seeing that the man's ears were also faintly red, spreading directly to the base of his neck, with a shy and forbearing charming appearance, Song Yi immediately burst into joy.

Li Zhaoling pretended to look at his watch. There were still 3 minutes before class, and he always felt that the time before class today was extremely long.

As soon as Song Yi sat down, he realized that he didn't bring a book. He looked around, trying to find the short-haired girl who left a book last time.That girl's appearance is too ordinary, and I can't remember what she looks like now, but I just vaguely remember her name, Lin.

Song Yi was feeling dizzy, and the girl with ponytail in the front row turned her head and said blushingly, "Chen Lin is sick, she didn't come today, please ask me to bring you the book."

Song Yi took the book and said embarrassedly: "Thank you!" After a pause, he asked, "What's wrong with her?"

The ponytail girl didn't expect Song Yi to be concerned about this matter, so she stammered and told the truth: "Yesterday... last night in self-study, she saw some dirty things, and she was scared sick." Seeing Song Yi puzzled Only then did he realize that he had made a slip of the tongue, and immediately turned back.

Unexpectedly, Song Yi approached and asked again: "Are you seriously ill?"

The girl hesitated a little, turned her face away, and deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Last night, I started to have a fever and talk nonsense, so I was sent to the infirmary early this morning."

The classroom was originally a mess, and it suddenly became quiet for no reason. Song Yi noticed something strange, and as soon as he looked up, he saw a boy with shaved hair walking in.The boy has a pale face, a little red lips, very delicate, a pair of peach blossom eyes that want to talk, taking advantage of his 1.8 meters and slightly thin body, he is as white as jade.

There are about [-]% of the girls in a class of the history department, and now they will start to collectively perform nymphomaniacs. After a moment of stunned, someone asked in a low voice: "Who is he? It's not from our class."

Li Zhaoling raised his head following the voice, looked at the boy standing at the door, his eyes were gloomy and he didn't speak.

The boy walked in, bowed slightly and said politely, "Mr. Li, hello, I am a new student from Class 1812 of the History Department, and my name is Mu An."

Mu An... Song Qingzhi, Marquis of Qin'an in Mucheng, Li Zhaoling was able to recognize this man even if he turned into ashes and scattered in the air.He suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and allowed the depressive atmosphere between the two to spread wantonly in the classroom.

Song Yi, who was in the front row, looked at this scene suspiciously, thinking that even if this kid was pretty, Li Zhaoling didn't have to stare at him for so long, right?

"Ring, ring, ring..." The class bell rang suddenly.

Mu An showed a shy smile, and reminded: "Mr. Li, I will take my seat first, so I won't delay your class."

Without waiting for Li Zhaoling to speak, he went straight to Song Yi and gestured with his eyes.Song Yi was surprised, hesitantly stood up, and made way for Mu An.

"Thank you."

Mu An didn't leave an empty seat, but sat directly beside Song Yi.Song Yi frowned and stared at Li Zhaoling who was still staring at Mu An on the podium.

Mu An sat down firmly, put the book on the table, stretched out his hand to Song Yi and said, "Hello, classmate, my name is Mu An, please give me your advice."

The way the man greeted him was really old-fashioned.Since Song Yi entered the school, she has always been a loner, except for a few people she already knew, and basically never talked to strangers.Although Mu An looked calm and harmless, there was a hidden needle in his words that could not be refused. Song Yi nodded at him, stretched out his hand and said, "Song Yi."

The two shook hands as a greeting.When Mu An let go, he raised his head slightly, just in time to meet Li Zhaoling's cold eyes and fierce eyebrows.

Li Zhaoling's hand holding the pages of the book tightened, and after a long while, he finally fell down, looked away, and said in a deep voice, "Class—"

For the whole class, Song Yi was so absorbed in admiring the men on the podium that he couldn't hear it.Several times, he felt a gaze on him like a scanner looking at him.But every time he turned his head inadvertently, Mu An listened carefully, occasionally met Mu An's eyes by accident, and the man smiled at him, which made Song Yi feel embarrassed.

The bell for the end of get out of class finally rang, and the students rushed out of the classroom.

Li Zhaoling stood on the podium, looked down at the book and did not intend to leave. Song Yi closed the textbook and planned to make way for Mu An, but when he turned his head, Mu An was still sitting on the seat and writing notes.

Song Yi looked at the scattered crowd around him, walked up to the podium with a book in hand, and said with a smile, "Mr. Li, do I need to make up lessons?"

Li Zhaoling raised his head, missed Song Yi, and landed on Mu An, saying, "You go first, I have something to do."

"???"

Following Li Zhaoling's gaze, Song Yi turned to look at the people in the first row, and reluctantly said, "OK." He threw the book to Li Zhaoling and walked out of the classroom by himself.

Li Zhaoling waited until Song Yi's back turned and disappeared completely, then put away their textbooks, put on their coats and got off the podium, walked to Mu An's desk, and said coldly, "Follow me."

The teaching building has five floors in total, and the fifth floor above is the rooftop, and the doors are usually locked.Standing at the door on the top floor, Li Zhaoling gently tugged at the iron lock, and the iron lock fell down in response.He pushed open the iron frame door and walked up to the rooftop, with Mu An following silently behind him.

Standing on the top of the building, with a panoramic view of every corner of the campus, Li Zhaoling stopped, turned around and looked at Mu Yi, and said, "What are you doing here?"

Mu An shrugged, and asked with a calm smile, "Is Teacher Li a little too nervous?"

Li Zhaoling let go of the book in his hand. The moment the book touched the ground, it stopped suddenly and hung in the air.Holding his breath, all the power condensed in an instant, but there was only a black shadow falling on Li Zhaoling's body. He moved forward "suddenly", with his palm directly facing Mu An's face. There is nothing superfluous, and the sky in the distance hastily darkened, as if covered by an invisible thick fog.

The white beam of light condensed in Li Zhaoling's palm, and he paused every word: "Go back to your place, don't make me say it a second time!"

Mu An stood on the spot, his expression unchanged. He stretched out his arms, as if turning on a switch, countless green lights floated in the air, and in the next second they all kneaded into the air and rushed towards Li Zhaoling.

The two light beams collided and canceled each other out, Li Zhaoling frowned, the green light spots floating in the air did not disappear, but gathered more and more.

Mu An narrowed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was no trace of warmth in his eyes, full of gloom, and he said, "Did you see? The power of the nether world has begun to accumulate in this school, and the next step is to try to absorb the essence of the land to appear. Li Zhaoling, if it weren't for your self-righteous bragging rights, would I need to come out and clean up this mess? In addition, I can tell you that if you and I hadn't been suppressing in this school together, what happened now would not have happened to a few students. Hell, let’s talk about supernatural events and other trivial matters. So, instead of talking nonsense with me here, you might as well use your brains on how to reseal the undead released by Baipi.”

Li Zhaoling's gaze was full of scrutiny, and he said, "What's your solution? All ears."

Mu An put down his hands, the green light in the sky suddenly disappeared, and said: "To untie the bell, you have to tie it. How could I not know about such a big thing as the host's rebirth? Anyway, that kid is a living target now, I think it's better to just set up an array." Let him be a sacrifice to confirm his identity, gather all the ghosts in one place, and when the time comes, you and I will join forces to suppress it, and we will get twice the result with half the effort."

Li Zhaoling refused straight away: "It's okay to join forces, but not to attract souls."

One side of Mu An's mouth slightly raised, and he raised his chin in a smile that was not a smile, and he spoke provocatively, "I think it is Mr. Zhaoling's job to protect this natural world, right? You rejected me so thoroughly, there shouldn't be any What other reason?"

Li Zhaoling glared at Mu An, quickly grabbed his neck, and said, "If I say no, I won't!"

Mu An grabbed Li Zhaoling's hand, and said intermittently: "Why...why...you become angry...you...look..."

Li Zhaoling looked towards the grove in the direction he pointed, and clusters of green lights gathered towards the grove.

Li Zhaoling let go, Mu An covered his neck and coughed twice, and said, "You...you have a chance to talk nonsense with me here, why don't you rush over and see if your little darling has caused any trouble again? "

Li Zhaoling picked up the textbooks on the ground and said: "You and I know why the undead in Baipi were released, but silence is not connivance. The general can be reborn, but... Song Yi cannot move." Go to the corridor of the roof.

Mu An looked at his back, and said leisurely: "It is impossible to have perfect things in the world. There are desires that cannot be let go, and naturally there are unpredictable results. Every period of history is the same. Only regrets are the main purpose of time. "

After listening, Li Zhaoling stopped and said, "What about you? What is the meaning of being in this matter?"

Mu An moved his gaze to the outside of the rooftop, overlooking the secluded campus and the mountains and rivers in the distance that have remained for thousands of years because of the stop of time, and slowly said: "Abandon those fearless results, the end of desire is light."

Song Yi's brain has been buzzing since he left the classroom, and he can't think clearly.He is usually used to careful thinking, but as a result, he will randomly mobilize his brain cells, trying to figure out the meaning behind Li Zhaoling's abnormal behavior, but he is always disturbed by that person's lukewarm face just now, and now he regrets not taking the book directly. The history book was stuffed into Li Zhaoling's mouth.

He walked into the woods without knowing it. When he entered the woods, there were several couples of boys and girls by the small bridge fighting each other. Suddenly, at a certain moment, everyone around stopped their movements and silenced.

Song Yi was so absorbed in stuffing the book into Li Zhaoling's mouth in his head that he didn't notice the abnormality around him in time. He walked with his head down and bounced back when he bumped into something, forcing him to take several steps back in a cold manner.

He was about to yell and curse out of embarrassment, when he looked up and saw ghostly figures in front of him.Yes, not one, but a group of them, standing in front of them in a black mass.

Song Yi has seen Netherworld a few times, and has accumulated a lot of actual combat experience, so he always feels that illusory is ghostly.But now, he really wants to slap himself a few big mouths. To be honest, there is nothing scarier than these ghosts who can touch the entity!

These ghosts gradually took shape, and under the black mist, they vaguely transformed into real images. They were a group of soldiers with lowered heads and glaring eyes, and their armor was stained with blood. Seeing him, Song Yi was terrified.

Annoyed, Song Yi wiped off the cold sweat on his forehead. When the wind blew, his whole body felt cold and breathing, forcing him to start thinking, should he call Li Zhaoling?