Superman's Journey

Chapter 249

School, as the name suggests, is a place with school rules, and the school rules of most schools often involve a little bit of non-return at night.

Lincoln leisurely stepped through the school gate and walked into the school, but before he could walk a few steps away, with a creak, the door of the reception room, which was previously dark and closed, opened.

Immediately afterwards, an old man dressed plainly came out. His face was full of vertical and horizontal wrinkles, and his frightening eyes stared fixedly at Lincoln: "You, stop! Which class are you in? You Who is your teacher?!"

To be reasonable, Lincoln didn't know why the evil spirit in front of him insisted on pretending to be the doorman, Mr. Qin, to stop him, but this was exactly what he wanted!
After pondering for a moment, Lincoln spoke: "I am in Class [-] Ultimate, and my teacher's surname is Hashimoto."

"Teacher Hashimoto?" The evil ghost 'Uncle Qin' showed obvious doubts on his face. After he looked Lincoln up and down, he pointed suspiciously at the base of the reception room wall: "Stand over there, I'll call Teacher Ni come over."

Standing in the corner, Lincoln looked up at the pitch-black school, and then at the brightly lit reception room: "Master Doorman, is your phone still working?"

The guard didn't speak, but mechanically dialed the button on the phone. After a series of familiar blind voices, it seemed to be connected over there: "Moxi Moxi?"

Lincoln:? ? ?
Now it was Lincoln's turn to face with a question mark: "My good fellow, you actually got through? It's amazing!"

The guard didn't seem to notice the problem, but said in a loud voice, "Hello, is this Mr. Hashimoto? I caught your student staying out at night, what? You want to talk to him? Oh, good."

While talking, the guard held the phone in his hand and looked at Lincoln: "Your teacher wants to talk to you."

Reaching out and knocking on the window in front of him, Lincoln pondered for a moment: "Open the window and pass the phone to me through the window."

The doorman looked at Lincoln and spoke after a while: "It's windy and cold at night. The windows cannot be opened."

"Who are you bluffing?" Lincoln said disdainfully, "You said it was cold at night in June and July? Why didn't you set up an electric heater in the reception room?"

After Lincoln finished speaking, he saw an orange light under the doorman's feet, and looked down—an electric heating fan!

"Wow, you did such a good job in setting up the scene, you are really an amateur!" Lincoln looked at the guard teasingly: "In this summer, you set up an electric fan in the reception room, because you are afraid that others will not see the flaws. Are you here? By the way, you died in the winter? That’s why you have an electric heater?”

Lincoln had noticed early on that the dog wanted to let himself into the reception room. Although it was fine for him to go in, his favorite thing to do was to make things go unsatisfactory.

However, as he revealed the real identity of the doorman with a playful smile, the rules of the reception room were lifted.

In an instant, the skin of the previously human-looking guard began to peel off piece by piece, revealing the scorched black underground mixed with some crimson ferocious skin.

And under his feet, the electric heating fan that was originally emitting orange-red light began to burn, and the fire spread at a frightening speed, almost instantly engulfing the entire reception room. .

With a bang, the door of the reception room collapsed, and then, the doorman with flames and an unpleasant smell of burning came out, and looked at Lincoln: "Stay with me."

"Sorry, I'm a gentleman, I don't do this kind of business!" Lincoln said with a straight face: "Even if I do, I will only do it for 18-25-year-old girls. You are too old, too ugly, The gender is male, which is not within the scope of my service."

Lincoln's reason was very serious, and his attitude was neither humble nor overbearing, but the guard, who was full of anger, couldn't listen to these words at all. It was obvious that they had been burned by the flames and would turn into charcoal, and a few scums would be dropped on each step. Look, the pace under his feet is surprisingly fast.

Looking at the unyielding guard in front of him, Lincoln sighed with melancholy eyes, and nodded: "Okay, okay, since you insist on asking, then follow me into the house."

While speaking, Lincoln weighed a standard-sized red brick from the ground, and walked into the ruins of the reception room burning with raging flames.

Doorman:? ? ?
Lincoln's mysterious operation made it stunned for a while. It has killed several people here, and it has never seen Lincoln jumping into a fire pit by himself.

But immediately, it became excited again, jumping into the fire pit!This saves it all effort!
It widened its ferocious eyeballs, and walked into the sea of ​​flames. The next moment, Lincoln patted a red brick on its face.

The ordinary brick, which should have been unable to cause any damage to it, exploded with exceptional force in Lincoln's hands, and it fell to the ground with just one click.

Before it got up, Lincoln's powerful feet stepped on his body, and then the bricks fell crazily.

Normal damage for large planes, double critical damage for narrow sides, quadruple critical damage for edges, and eight times critical damage for brick corners.
An unremarkable red brick was brought to the extreme by Lincoln, and it reached the line and then the point. After a few strokes, the doorman who had called Mr. Hashimoto fell to the ground without moving.

Looking at the concierge, Uncle Qin, who was motionless on the ground and didn't move even when the chrysanthemum was knocked on by the tip of a brick, Lincoln felt a little less interested: "This is dead? Isn't it too much?"

While speaking, Lincoln found some cloth from the room, made a cloth rope and tied it to the porter with a noose, and dragged the burning body out of the reception room.

It's not that Lincoln has a bad habit of flogging corpses. The main problem is that there is no street light in this school, so he can only find a torch to light the way.

What?Why not use the other wood in the porter's room as a torch?
How long can that thing burn!Now the one in his hand is a ghost!The fire on this guy must last much longer than those torches.

In case there are too many places to use later, it can be divided into some small pieces to bring light to every ghost who needs it.

Look at his heart, how merciful it is!
Lincoln dragged the guard away, and at the end of the day, he glanced at the reception room: "I don't know if I can drag other ghosts here and turn them into wood. If it is possible, then I don't have to worry about not having enough torches."

In the dark campus, Lincoln dragged the guard forward, like a fire carrier going against the tide.

Pieces of black carbon shavings fell off the guard's body, and the dancing flames on his body were also left behind, leaving an orange-red footprint behind Lincoln.

Lincoln looked back and decided to rename this road as Skyfire Avenue!
(End of this chapter)