"Damn it! How did we end up in this situation? Zhou Zheng, think of sothing, quick!"
Fang Jing was completely thrown off balance, his face grave. He knew more, but was also aware that the eerie was more terrifying than imagined!
I must survive!
He then fiercely glared at Yang Jian; it was all because of him, all because of his issues!
But now if they want to escape, they might have to rely on him...
"Yang Jian, do you have any ideas? Speak up!"
"I think it might be the knocking sound..."
Yang Jian had already watched the video, and now saw the reaction of the person knocking as well, imdiately voicing his judgnt.
If Elder Qin was born fused with the eerie, naturally a Deceit Master, then Yang Jian was the Deceit Master with the strongest insight into the eerie rules.
His strength wasn’t in managing countless eeries, but in always finding the action pattern of the eerie instantly.
"Zhou Zheng, it’s the knocking sound!"
Fang Jing paid no heed to anything else, directly turning to emphasize to Zhou Zheng; it seed he believed if Yang Jian said it, it must be correct.
"Okay, I’ll give it a try..."
Zhou Zheng, faced with a grim expression, prepared to block the knocking old man, while at this mont Yang Jian saw Zhang Wei beside him continuously tapping his phone, looking very anxious.
"What ti is it and you’re still playing on your phone?"
Yang Jian gave Zhang Wei’s head a tap.
"Ah? No, I was asking the Little Duke for help."
Zhang Wei picked up his phone, continuously gifting Tao Yu’s livestream, desperately calling for help, saying their Dachang Seventh Middle School was under strange attack, urging the Little Duke to co quickly and save them.
"Will it work?"
Yang Jian was montarily bewildered.
"Not sure, I’m the only one gifting for help right now, besides those oil-tycoons, I might be the top gifter..."
anwhile, Tao Yu, dealing with the aftermath at Da Piao Liang, had turned his head towards the cara, seemingly exchanged glances with Zhang Wei and Yang Jian across the air.
"Dachang Seventh Middle School huh..."
Tao Yu nodded with so sentint.
"Alright..."
As Yang Jian watched Zhang Wei interact within the livestream, Zhou Zheng’s belly began turning semi-transparent, inside reaching out hands gripping the old man outside.
"I’ve temporarily controlled him! You need to get out quickly! Hurry!"
Zhou Zheng shouted, and Fang Jing imdiately dashed through the door, other students following closely.
Yang Jian gave Zhang Wei a push to signal him to follow, and he too dashed out.
"Little Duke said he’s coming, what are we running for?"
Zhang Wei asked curiously.
"He’s still at Da Piao Liang, and we’re separated by an Earth, plus, who can guarantee to handle the eerie?"
Yang Jian had no suicidal thoughts of waiting, strangely calm.
Just when the others rushed out from the classroom door, seeing the pitch-black playground, still isolated from the world, they couldn’t help but feel a wave of despair.
Is it not just the classroom, the whole school engulfed?
"So strong..."
Zhou Zheng gradually noticed sothing wrong, his ghost hand gripped the old man, but felt he couldn’t restrain long, furthermore he’d soon have a strange revival!
Damn it, is this the end...
Fang Jing now felt a terrible look, at the brink of life and death without minding anything else, quickly taking out parchnt-like paper, looking at its contents.
Red letters shone on the paper.
"Great Master of the Strange, King of Ten Thousand Ghosts is about to descend on Seventh Middle, humble subjects must offer the king the highest tribute!"
The mildly excited words erged, making the handwriting appear rather sloppy.
"What on earth..."
Fang Jing now genuinely bewildered, the human skin paper was his golden finger, capable of conversing with his future self, letting him know much and help solve many issues, seemingly all-knowing.
This ti pulling it out was to see any suggestions from human skin paper, how to resolve the current situation, only for a load of random stuff to pop up.
Tap, tap, tap~
Boots rhythmically echoed on the ground in the corridor, a shadow radiating soft Guanghui stepped out into the pitch-black corridor, illuminating everything ahead.
"It’s really dark..."
Tao Yu glanced at the scene, glanced at the trembling human skin paper, then to Tao Yu and Zhang Wei’s direction.
"Really encountered strange things, seems there’s trouble."
"It’s the Little Duke!"
"We’re saved!"
"Oh my! How did he co?"
"He was invited through my cry for help in the livestream, didn’t expect so fast..."
"Zhang Wei, you’re a hero!"
"..."
Originally desperate students now suddenly revitalized, even Zhou Zheng in struggle with the black-clothed old man couldn’t help but turn his head.
"I, I’m losing control of my state, please be cautious!"
Zhou Zheng now sowhat regretted, he shouldn’t have been arrogant. If he hadn’t actively co over, the opponent would only face one eerie.
If he revives, there’d be two to face!
Tao Yu observed the situation, his facial expression remained calm.
The old man’s eyes were hollow, his body had corpse spots, yet was transford into a Fierce Ghost from the corpse of Luo Wensong, one of the Seven Elders of the Republic, also the Ghost Post Office owner.
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