Monster Hunting High School

There was not a soul in the corridor.

Empty and silent.

The building seemed to have lost its life for a moment and became lifeless.

"These people must have run too fast," Zheng Qing muttered as he looked at the empty corridor in front of him.

His voice sounded extremely clear in the quiet corridor.

No one answered.

The ghosts lingering in the teaching building made whimpering sounds like weeping behind the wall. Occasionally they would come out through the wall, and a few strands of their bodies would be scraped off by the wall, leaving traces of their passing in the air. It looks milky white and hazy, like a window covered with ice in winter, or like the mist steaming from Linzhong Lake in the early morning.

Whispers could be heard from time to time among the tall portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor. Those idols whose bodies have long since decayed and only a trace of their spirit survives survive by relying on a trace of thoughts in people's hearts. Although some thinking ability is still retained, the truly wise soul has long since left.

Same with ghosts.

Due to the influence of obsession, these portraits in wooden frames will always turn into a lousy old lady in the dead of night, muttering to the empty corridors about their past glory.

These sounds disturbed the young wizards.

"It's so hard to hold back your tears!" Zhang Jixin finally couldn't bear it anymore. He clenched his fists and punched the dusty wall, making a dull thumping sound.

The ghosts seemed to be frightened, and they whimpered miserably and burped; the idols in the photo frame also stopped whispering and looked at the irritable young wizard in surprise.

Then, they got pissed off.

It looked like a dam that had just been washed away by floods, or like a hornet's nest poked into the ground by bamboo poles.

The counterattack of these remaining thoughts exploded in a more violent way.

Roars, roars, and screams of ghosts and wolves, accompanied by creepy negative emotions, quickly spread in the quiet corridor.

For a moment, Zheng Qing seemed to be pulled into a ghost movie.

Chilling air came from unknown places, licking their necks, earlobes, and ankles; ghost cries came one after another from all directions, making people even more uneasy.

From time to time, there would be a few ghosts hanging upside down from the ceiling with their tongues hanging out and their eyes rolled, scaring this team of freshmen half to death.

Zhang Jixin seemed to understand that he was in trouble, so he rushed to the front of the team without saying a word, wearing boxing gloves and clearing the way for everyone.

Zheng Qing held a stack of talismans in his hand and hung the shiny black donkey's hoof around his neck. He carefully followed the team to hold the line for everyone.

Even Fatty Xin, who was always nervous and out-of-control, obediently kept quiet in this atmosphere.

After walking out of the main gate of the main building and into the bright sunshine, the howls of those longing bodies gradually faded away. 【】

The slightly depressed atmosphere in the team was finally relieved.

"I just said that the school is too used to them." Zhang Jixin turned around and glared at the gloomy main building, and said angrily: "How can we let the souls of a group of dead people stay in the place where we have classes?"

"Indeed, it's not good for Feng Shui." Fatty added with concern.

"This is your standard racial discrimination... Ghosts are not the souls of the dead, they belong to a special life form." Duan Xiaojian corrected him dryly in the team: "As one of the five major races of the Moon Council, ghosts You also have a seat in the Senate... If the reporter of the Beta Town Post knew about your statement, it would be time to write an article criticizing the teaching philosophy of Jiuyou College. "

"As if no one cares." Zhang Jixin hummed, but finally closed his mouth and did not continue to speak rudely.

"I think they are just trying to scare us," Zheng Qing finally came to his senses and reminded: "It took us almost five minutes to run from the deepest part of the second floor to the outside of the teaching building... If those ghosts really planned to do something Order something, maybe we are still wandering in the stairwell."

"Are you talking about ghosts hitting the wall?" Duan Xiaojian approached with great interest: "I know that old ghosts especially like this method of confusing people, but I have never encountered it... You are a public student, so you must You’ve seen it, right?”

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, laughed dryly, and did not answer.

"Actually, I've been wanting to ask just now," Fatty Xin pinched his chin and looked at Xiao Xiao with a heavy expression: "Dr. Xiao, what did you do when you asked Mr. Sima in class...if he has a husband?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly rose seven or eight degrees, and he shouted: "Of course it is 'My Fair Lady, a gentleman is so arrogant'."

His voice sounded very loud in the small square, and even a faint echo could be heard.

Xiao Xiao was holding his notebook and walking silently in the team with a straight face, but at this moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Do you feel like there are fewer people around you?" His eyebrows were raised high, and he looked a little confused: "Where did everyone go at noon?"

"get out of class is over, of course there is no one in the teaching building... Don't change the subject!" Fatty Xin pulled Xiao Xiao's shoulder and asked in a tough manner: "First of all, please make it clear, what is the purpose of asking the beautiful lady Sima that question!"

Xiao Xiao glanced at him sideways, adjusted his glasses, and didn't answer.

"It seems that there are really fewer people." Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and shook his somewhat groggy head.

Although it is already autumn, the majesty of the autumn tiger has not diminished at all, and the sunshine at noon is still very fierce.

The dazzling light penetrates the thin clouds and falls on the ground without any cover. It is so bright that it makes people dizzy when walking on the road.

"Maybe it's because it's too hot?" Fatty Xin finally let go of Xiao Xiao's robe, turned his head, looked around suspiciously, and guessed: "Who wants to stay outside on a hot day!"

"Why didn't anyone comment..." Duan Xiaojian stuck out his tongue, slumped his shoulders, and his already hunched back seemed even more curved: "The astrology monitor simulated the climate too much... It's almost enough. "

"Huh, it's not winter yet." Zhang Jixin put away his gloves and wrinkled his nose disdainfully: "I heard from my brother that those guys who are in charge of the climate like to have blizzards every three to five in winter. Then you can brave the strong wind. Go to class in the snow, don’t let the taste be too sour!”

Several people were complaining about the school's various damn rules and regulations while strolling towards Linzhong Lake under the scorching sun.

Xiao Xiao walked in the team without speaking, but the expression on his face became more and more serious.

Zheng Qing knew the reason for his stern face.

The small square in front of the bishop's building was actually deserted.

Even on the benches under the tall and lush ferns at the edge of the square, there were no young witches and wizards sitting on them in the past, making love to each other.

This is quite unusual.

Others soon noticed the strange message flowing in the air.

Zhang Jixin, who had always been the most courageous and didn't care about anything, now became a little uneasy.

"Did the school send some special notice that we didn't notice?" Zheng Qing licked his dry lips.