Horror Game: Inheriting Trillions of Ghost Money from Ancestors

The ghostly aura in the classroom gradually became thicker.

Even the well-behaved students just now had particularly ferocious expressions at this moment.

They lowered their heads and looked at Chen Xun with cold eyes.

It seemed that they were waiting for Chen Xun to say that he didn't bring his drawing board, and then they would come up and tear Chen Xun into pieces.

Chen Xun took a deep breath, and then a gleam of brilliance suddenly appeared in his eyes.

Now he could only gamble. At worst, he would let Ying teach them a lesson, and then he would quit this copy.

He looked at a student in front of him, then picked up the student's drawing board and broke it fiercely.

He even picked up the drawing paper and tore it into pieces.

Seeing this, the student in front of him looked even colder.

"Teacher, what are you doing?"

Chen Xun glanced coldly at the students in the classroom:

"Defilement, your painting tools are simply a defilement of art!"

"The reason why I didn't bring a drawing board here is that I wanted to see what your painting tools are like."

"The result disappointed me."

"How can you present a picture perfectly with tools like these?"

"Even if it is a good painting, it is a defilement of the painting if it is painted on such yellowed paper!"

"Teacher is very disappointed with you!"

In the classroom, Chen Xun seemed to have become a madman who devoted himself to art.

However, the ghost spirit in the classroom did not decrease at all.

"So, does that mean that the teacher has better drawing boards and paints?"

"But the teacher shouldn't break our drawing boards."

Chen Xun looked at the students and said:

"Of course, the teacher's drawing boards are naturally much better than yours."

"The reason why I broke your drawing boards is that I don't want you to continue to use such inferior tools to taint the noble art in my heart."

"So, the teacher decided to give everyone a set of painting tools, the best ones!"

After Chen Xun said this, the whole classroom calmed down.

Those students looked at Chen Xun blankly, as if they wanted to see a flaw on Chen Xun's face.

But Chen Xun looked at these students with a calm face and said:

"Now, break all the drawing boards in your hands, tear up all the drawing papers, and pour out all the paint!"

Chen Xun was like a madman.

In the end, those students seemed to be sure that Chen Xun was not pretending.

This is really a teacher who is crazy about art.

Then, these students suddenly showed their sharp teeth, and a long arc was drawn at the corners of their mouths.

Then they broke the drawing boards in front of them one by one, and the scraps of paper were torn into countless small pieces by their sharp little hands, floating in the air, and the paint was splashed all over the classroom.

Finally, they looked at Chen Xun and said:

"Teacher, we have lost all our painting tools."

"If you didn't send us, the consequences would be very serious."

Chen Xun said with a serious expression:

"Of course, you wait in the classroom for a while, I will go and get these tools for you."

Chen Xun said, and was about to walk out of the classroom, but a little boy stopped Chen Xun.

"Teacher, I'll go with you."

"If the teacher is lying, then use the teacher's bones to make a drawing board for us."

"Okay."

"What's your name?"

"Xiao Tu."

"Okay, Xiao Tu, go with the teacher to bring those painting tools."

Anyway, as long as you pass this level, the remaining things such as buying drawing boards and paints are really too simple.

It's just a matter of spending a little money.

After leaving the gate of the small class, Chen Xun came to the gate of the teaching building.

It was at this time that a scream came.

It came from the next class.

Then a figure suddenly ran out of the classroom door.

"No... Don't!"

Chen Xun looked at the person rushing out.

2104.

His task today was the same as Chen Xun's, which was to teach art to kindergarten children.

The only difference was that Chen Xun taught the small class and he taught the middle class.

At this moment, 2104's face was covered with red stains, and it was unclear whether it was blood or paint.

A child sat on 2104's neck and quickly twisted it.

Blood-red blood splashed out, even splashing on the child's face.

The child was excited.

"The teacher's blood is very red, just right as a paint for painting."

Xiaotu on the side also looked over, with the same excitement in his eyes.

"Is the teacher's blood the same as that teacher's?"

Chen Xun did not answer.

But at this moment, 2104 was very excited.04 had more sympathy.

Chen Xun could guess what happened.

Because 2104 didn't prepare a drawing board, it should be a violation of the rules.

......

Came to the gate of the bloody kindergarten.

Strangely, Chen Xun didn't see the uncle in the security room.

But fortunately, the gate was open.

Chen Xun walked out of the door and sprayed a few perfumes.

Xiaotu stretched out his hand to Chen Xun's hand.

"Teacher, hold Xiaotu's hand to cross the road."

Xiaotu said.

Chen Xun was stunned. This should also be the duty of a teacher.

Holding Xiaotu's hand, a cold feeling came from his hand.

Then Chen Xun came to the market opposite.

The market was a little deserted, and there were few ghosts.

This time Chen Xun didn't plan to go to the supermarket where he was yesterday to buy things, but found a stationery store.

The owner of the stationery store had one empty eye at this moment, and the other eye was staring at a magazine.

The magazine was painted with what looked like the internal organs of something.

The boss looked at it with his eyes wide open, and even showed a fiery expression at the corners of his mouth.

Even Chen Xun and the others didn't notice when they walked in.

"Boss, are there any art tools here?" Chen Xun said.

At this time, the boss raised his head and looked at Chen Xun with disdain:

"In the back of the store!"

After saying that, he lowered his head to look at the magazine in his hand.

This service attitude...

But Chen Xun didn't pay attention, the back of the store.

There are indeed a lot of dazzling painting tools inside.

Brushes, paints.

The prices are also high and low.

"Teacher, you said you would give us the best tools?"

At this time, Xiaotu reminded again.

"Of course." Chen Xun smiled, and then picked up the most expensive paint on the shelf.

"Bone ash paint."

The price was as high as 200 ghost money per bottle.

This is the price of one color.

To paint perfectly, at least 9 types must be purchased.

In addition, Chen Xun looked at the drawing board again.

The most expensive one is priced at 2,000 yuan.

However, the brushes and drawing paper are slightly cheaper.

But this set together also costs 5,000 ghost money.

Finally, Chen Xun chose a set, came to the front of the store, and said:

"Boss, how much is this set in total?"

The boss glanced at it casually at first, and then his eyes widened.

Then he stood up and looked at Chen Xun:

"Dear guest, are you sure you want to buy this set?"

"This whole set is about 5,000 ghost money."

The owner of the stationery store looked at what Chen Xun had chosen and was a little unbelievable.

These are the most expensive painting tools in their store.

Usually, they are placed on the shelf to collect dust, and basically no one will buy them.

Did he meet a noble guest?

5,000 ghost money is already the income of this store for two months.

He did not dare to neglect it at this moment, and he was very polite.

Chen Xun said:

"Give me 50 sets of such tools."