Carrying the coffin board of the senior sister

what is it then?

Fang Yiyi didn't pay much attention to it at the time, and really couldn't remember it for a while.

She looked at the chalk that had been folded into two pieces in her hand, and felt a little guilty in her heart. She stretched out her hand, put the chalk back in its original place, and placed it carefully, hoping that the chalk could move again.

please.

Fang Yi also clasped his hands together and made a sincere request.

She waited quietly for a while, and when Ai Pengtao made the sound of being beaten, she kicked over a stool with a yellow talisman on it without looking back, and all of them came to help on the spot.

Perhaps it was Fang Yiyi's inner voice that responded, and the chalk finally moved slowly, but compared to before, this time it was the front half that moved, and the second half broke, lying there half dead.

Fang Yiyi wrinkled his nose guiltily.

The chalk tip curves slowly upwards and then downwards.

"Horizontal...vertical..."

A biting chill hit the back of the neck, Fang Yiyi reflexed his nerves faster than his brain, squatted down quickly, and moved his gaze downwards, when he patted the chalk with a thin, dark hand, smashing it into pieces.

Fang Yiyi: "!!!"

She rolled and moved, and when she turned around, the yellow talisman she had been holding in her hand was shot out.

I saw the little girl with croissant braids lying on the ground, Qiaoqiao, stood up at this moment, countless hands attached to the shriveled flesh grew out of the face that melted away the facial features, and they waved wildly. Both heads have clear facial features, dry white skin, black eyes, dark eyes with no whites, eyelids with blood and tears, staring at her absently.

The yellow talisman didn't hurt or itch when hit on it, it was like waste paper and had no effect at all.

Fang Yiyi stretched out his hand and stroked the bangs on his forehead, feeling extremely bad.

She looked at the weird and disgusting dead ghoul in front of her with a bad expression, and said slowly: "It's really disgusting."

"You all killed her, even if she broke into your territory first and played with the corpse after death, isn't it too much?"

'Qiaoqiao' tilted her head, the heads in her chest were all facing the same direction, following the tilted head neatly, as if she was understanding Fang Yiyi's words.

Then, they curled the corners of their mouths at the same time.

Like a marionette, extremely weird.

Fang Yiyi finally felt the familiar sense of crisis. She was not afraid, but a little excited.

Fang Yiyi also raised the corners of his lips imitating the appearance of a ghost, with a cymbal in each hand hanging by his side, his posture was straight, and he was out of place in the gloomy classroom.

Compared with the mirror surface on the edge of the cymbals, the soul bodies at this moment were standing blankly one by one, with countless pairs of eyes watching her quietly, with bright red blood dripping from the white eyeballs.

Ai Pengtao had fainted at some point, his head drooped on the stool, limp and unconscious, and on the other end of the stool, the cinnabar red light on the yellow talisman was shining brightly, and the light enveloped Ai Pengtao, soul-stirring. The bodyguards surrounded him, not daring to go forward.

It's safe for now.

Fang Yi also stopped taking care of her and concentrated on dealing with the one in front of him.

Suddenly, 'Qiaoqiao' disappeared.

Fang Yi was not flustered either, she felt the flow of Yin Qi around her, and told her that the whirling air flow gave her the illusion of being in a storm vortex, and there was sticky ghost air in all directions, so she closed her eyes and muttered Not angry song.

"Life is originally a drama, and we get together because of fate, and we will support each other until we are old..."

Fang Yiyi's figure was extremely fast, turning into an afterimage and disappearing on the spot. In the next moment, he appeared beside Ai Pengtao behind the classroom out of thin air, with the cymbals facing up, and there was a loud sound of 'Duang~~~', flat ground There was thunder.

"...Easy!" Fang Yiyi read the rest of the words without changing his face, his amber eyes narrowed slightly, and he stared coldly ahead.

'Qiaoqiao' was ejected and hit the wall, Gululu rolled out a few heads, a puff of black smoke came out, and disappeared again.

Fang Yiyi took a deep breath, quickly chanted the song of "Bu Qi", and raised his hand to pull Ai Pengtao up.

As soon as Ai Pengtao's clothes were left inside, a round human head appeared there.

I don't know what kind of hatred or hatred, Ai Pengtao is so suspected by ghosts.

After dodging for a few more times, Fang Yiyi simply put Ai Pengtao on his back, and the cymbals slammed together fiercely by his side, a head was slapped squarely, and he and Fang Yiyi looked at each other in blank dismay.

Fang Yiyi's unqi song was chanted faster and faster, like a spell, his hands became more and more forceful, the expression of the head gradually became ferocious, black and red blood flowed out along the sides, and a spell like a living thing sank into the cymbals along the way. From the hair of the human head, she threw the human head back like a ball, and the head hit the 'Qiaoqiao' who was rushing over, and it was smashed back into her chest.

With a 'bang', 'Qiaoqiao' exploded.

Fragments of minced meat splashed out and exploded all over the floor. Fang Yiyi repaired the barrier extremely quickly so as not to be splashed all over.

She relaxed her nerves a little, raised her eyes to look around, the red morning sun was still the same, and the yin energy around her had not decreased, but it was much calmer than before. The strong musty smell and bloody smell mixed into her nostrils, as if lost It seems that it can't wait to burst out.

Putting Ai Pengtao aside, after confirming safety, Fang Yi also searched for the smell, and came to the podium where the bloody smell was at the end. She stood still beside the podium and bent down. She was startled.

A bloody skeleton curled up under the desk, with meat residue and the teeth marks of several people remaining on the bone. A steel pipe was pierced into the hardest skull of the human body. It seemed that someone used this steel pipe to suck this person brain.

Fang Yi also took out a tissue from the bag, pinched it in his hand, used the tissue as a cushion, and carefully pulled the skeleton out.

She looked at the skeleton carefully, and finally found a few small words engraved on the bone at the back of the spine: help me.

Fang Yiyi: "..."

She scratched her head in embarrassment, and asked hopelessly, "Who are you?"

Naturally, there was no answer. Although this skeleton looked fresh, it was calm and without resentment at all. It was almost like an ornament.

So she tucked the skeleton back in again.

Fang Yiyi rested his hands on the desk, tapped his fingers unconsciously on the desk, and carefully recalled the words drawn with chalk.

"Horizontal...vertical...next...down?"

Fang Yiyi was stunned for a moment, looking at the desk.

There was indeed a box under the tabletop and between the table hole, but since the table is quite old, the box has disappeared.

So she bent down again, looked under the table, glanced at the skeleton, and greeted warmly: "Hi?"

There was indeed another piece of wood that didn't fit under the top of the table, which seemed to have been nailed on later, and there was a crack in the top, probably to hold it in place so it wouldn't fall apart.

Based on the principle of trying if there is a clue, Fang Yiyi is going to tear down the table violently, but be careful not to damage the wooden boards that were nailed on later.

She first observed the crack between the tabletop and the wood, and was pleasantly surprised to find that the cymbals just fit in.

Then, the copper cymbals tempered by the top magic weapon of Maoshan sect, which she got in less than half a day, were used by her as a knocker.

Fang Yi also gritted his teeth, lifted his hand violently, and the table top broke with a 'slap' and fell far away.

A piece of yellowed paper was exposed at the crack of the broken table.

The paper seemed to be torn from an ordinary book, and some names were neatly listed in elegant fonts, some of which were circled in red, which seemed to be a list.