Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

He is also an acting teacher, and he happened to give two classes to the ghost students.

How can we not know the insidiousness of these ghosts.

If it wasn't for him being sophisticated enough and deep in thought.

As early as those two classes, I am afraid that his soul has already returned to heaven.

Even now in retrospect.

Jia Luo felt a chill down his spine.

"I can't go back to the teacher's office. Those ghost teachers may want to take the opportunity to kill me."

"The most important thing is that guy will definitely not let me go."

"The whole teaching building can't stay here any longer!"

"Where to? Where can the poor monk have a chance to breathe?"

Jia Luo looked extremely anxious, with cracked wounds all over his body, and blood kept pouring out.

If he hadn't escaped fast enough.

Those ghost students playing in the corridor.

It is very likely that he will take the opportunity to kill him!

Things like making one or two small, seemingly insignificant requests.

not help?

Then you have to die!

If it helps, at least it has to exacerbate the injury in the body.

At this moment, Jia Luo felt unprecedented despair.

Deep down in his heart, the hatred for Tang Sanzan was so intense that it couldn't be added!

Enduring the severe pain all over his body as if it was about to disperse.

Jia Luo suddenly found out.

Unknowingly, he ran to a very quiet place.

Come into view.

It is a light blue lake.

In the middle of the lake, there is a small island.

Swimming fish of different colors in the lake, their scales glow beautifully under the refraction of sunlight and water surface.

on the island.

The strange rocks are jagged and the mountain flowers are blooming.

It is a beautiful scene like spring flowers blooming.

And the picture in front of me.

Tang Sanzan walked along the window of the teaching director's office.

The scenery you can see is exactly the same!

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Chapter 267 Erosion and Assimilation

In the teacher's office.

Tang Sanzan's originally calm expression changed slightly.

His eyes gradually became icy cold.

Under the mysterious supernatural power of wisdom eye.

He could clearly see what Monk Jia Luo saw.

The familiar scenery now has a completely different appearance.

At first, when I looked out from the window of the office of the teaching director Li Ge.

It is a pure spring, a beautiful scene in the world.

But on Li Ge's picture scroll, it presents the posture of a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, a purgatory on earth.

Now...the answer to this question is found.

Under the skin of the most beautiful scenery, what is hidden... is the almost endless flesh and blood of corpses!

How long Qingming High School has existed, Tang Sanzun doesn't know.

What he knew was that since the existence of this restricted area, countless lives had been lost in it.

That corpse can almost be turned into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, with bones everywhere.

Where did it go?

Nowhere else, just under the lake island in front of Jia Luo!

The verdant trees are transformed by those bones!

The flowers blooming all over the mountains and plains are not other things, but venomous eyes.

The blue lake water is actually dark red blood.

The wandering fish are formed from the internal organs of the corpse.

......

Everything I saw was a dizzying and nauseating horror scene.

The weirdest thing is.

Jia Luo, who was right in front of this scene, was completely unaware of the horror here.

Instead, there was an intoxicated look on his face.

Subconsciously ran towards the island in the middle of the lake.

It seemed that there was an excellent refuge, allowing him to recuperate his injuries with peace of mind.

It will not be disturbed by the outside world.

In the void, belonged to Tang Sanzan's eyes.

It vaguely meets with the gaze protruding from the window somewhere.

Score at the touch of a button.

In the dean's office.

Li Ge muttered to himself: "It's been a long time since I met such a talented guy, but it's a pity that I came here..."

Tang Sanzan ignored Li Ge's gaze.

His eyes continued to focus on Jia Luo.

Relying on the extremely fast speed, the opponent stepped on the dark red blood lake.

In the blink of an eye, they came to the island in the middle of the lake.

In his eyes, the scenery of spring blossoms is fragrant and charming.

The aroma in the air seemed to make his injuries heal.

"I didn't expect that in Qingming High School, there is a place of opportunity for poor monks!"

"As the saying goes, good fortune is caused by misfortune, and misfortune is caused by good fortune!"

"Who would have thought that there would be such a blessed land in a restricted area like Qingming High School?"

"This poor monk has an epiphany here, the future can be expected! The future can be expected!"

Jia Luo's face was full of excitement, as if seeing the Buddha he had believed in all his life, he couldn't suppress his inner excitement at all.

Breathe in the "fragrant" breath greedily.

It seems that as he landed on this island began.

On his body, the six-foot-long golden body that was cracked open by Tang Sanzan's slap started to heal slowly.

The power in his body seems to be gradually no longer suppressed by the rules of Qingming High School.

However such a scene.

In the eyes of Tang Sanzan, it was another completely different scene.

Standing in the forest of bones, Jia Luo was in the middle of countless eyeballs filled with hatred.

The golden light on his body was rapidly dimming.

The soil composed entirely of flesh and blood soaked countless dark red blood from the soles of Jia Luo's feet.

It gradually covered his whole body, and penetrated into his body along the cracks in his body!

The golden subduing pestle was also eroded by blood.

It was assimilated in the blink of an eye, emitting bursts of stench and decay.

As the rightful lord, Jia Luo not only didn't feel the slightest discomfort.

Instead, he had a happy smile on his face.

Such a weird situation.

It's just chilling!

Soon.

Tang Sanzan realized that the vitality of Monk Najialuo had completely dissipated.

Jia Luo's body has been completely eroded and replaced by the flesh and blood of the corpse.

The original body has also turned into rotten flesh and blood, swallowed by that piece of soil.

The key is.

The unique luck that belongs to Jia Luo.

It has been completely separated from him and integrated into the rules of Qingming High School.

With the integration of luck.

The power of the rules of Qingming University as a whole seems to be changing and perfecting in a certain direction.

"Killing people has never been the goal. Is the scheme of Qingming High School just to make the power of the rules more perfect?"

"What's the point of perfecting such a rule? To replace the way of heaven?"

Tang Sanzan became more and more confused in his heart.

After making good use of Monk Jialuo's waste.

Tang Sanzan confirmed the inference in his heart.

Although the rules in Qingming High School are powerful, they are not perfect.

During the long years, it has continuously selected creatures and pulled them here.

The purpose is to absorb what it lacks from the living being.

Complete yourself with this!

But I want to find out why this weird power of rules in Qingming High School exists.

It is also the reason why it must continue to grow stronger.

Tang Sanzan was still a little confused in a short time.

but.

Looking at the "Monk Jia Luo" whose aura gradually became stronger.

At this moment, he can no longer be measured as a human being.