Supernatural: a Poor Monk Becomes Stronger when He Crosses a Ghost

It looks like an ordinary old house, it has been renovated for some years, but it is very clean.

At this time, a middle-aged man cautiously walked out of a bedroom.

Wang Ying quickly asked in a low voice, "Are you asleep?"

The man nodded, and then said to Hong Yi: "Master, I'm your fan!" Then he took out a notebook, took out a pen, and said shyly, "Master, can you sign my name?"

The water friends immediately admired:

[Look, this is a true fan, no signature is important! 】

[It's really not easy for this child to live to this day. Mommy's shoes are slapped when she doesn't agree, and Dad's autograph when it comes time to do it. 】

[Hahaha, why do I want to laugh so much! 】

Hong Yi couldn't help it, he took a pen and spent a few strokes randomly, and asked, "Has this child started to draw?"

At this time, Wang Ying pointed to the clock on the wall and said, "It's 5 o'clock in 1 minutes, and every night starts at 1 o'clock on time."

Several people were sitting on the sofa, and before Hong Yi had finished drinking a glass of water, he heard a slight noise from the bedroom next to him.

At this time, both of the middle-aged couple's faces were pale and their voices trembled: "Master, here we come, let's begin!"

At this time, Hong Yi quietly opened the door, and sure enough, he saw a child lying upright on the writing table, burying his head in writing.

And on the child's back, a black shadow was lying on it, constantly pointing at the homework book on the table.

Hong Yi turned on his eyesight, and instantly that kid started to act slowly.

He was wearing a blood-stained school uniform, his head seemed to have been smashed by a heavy object, red and white were flowing, and his entire body was black and gray. At this time, he was hugging Wang Ying's son intimately, his head resting on his shoulder.

Seemingly sensing that someone was coming in, the kid turned his head and smiled at Han Yi.

The middle-aged couple instinctively wanted to shout, but Hong Yi waved to stop them, so they could only keep swinging with their legs.

Han Xiaomei was very calm, apart from being slightly surprised, she didn't want to shout out like before.

No way, look too much.got used to.

But the water friends in the live broadcast room still reacted fiercely:

[I drop a good boy...]

[This kid really has a ghost on him! 】

[Why do I think this school uniform is so familiar, my son seems to be like this. 】

[Yes, so does my daughter! 】

[The old man is showing people the haunted house all the year round. The old man dares to assert that this child ghost should have lived here. 】

[I wipe, so the house where this family lives has once died? 】

However, Hong Yi came to the writing desk with a calm expression: "Little boy, what are you writing?" He took out the workbook, and it was indeed full of ghosts, and ghosts knew what was written.

All shredded easily.

The kid suddenly gritted his teeth and stared at Hong Yi with wide eyes.

Ah!

How dare you tear up my homework!

Extending the gray-black claws is about to climb up Hongyi's back.

At this time, Hong Yi lifted Wang Ying's son up with one hand and threw it on the bed, and pressed the kid to the writing desk.

Under the eyes of the sky, the little ghost data also emerged.

Student Ghost: Because there were too many homework exam papers, Zeng worked overtime late at night until dawn, and found that he had only written less than half of it, so he couldn't bear it and jumped off the building to commit suicide.

Danger class: D

Fear: 3000

Characteristics: I hated doing my homework the most during my lifetime, but because I kept thinking that I didn't finish my homework, I was deeply obsessed with it, and I couldn't get out of it.

"Hi..." Hong Yi couldn't help but gasp.

The Huaxia homework is so terrifying that it can't be done overnight.

And the most terrifying thing is that if you control other people's homework, what about other people's homework?

Fine!

Today the poor monk meets your request.

Hong Yi moved a stool from the side, then took out a stack of test papers from the drawer and placed them in front of the student ghost.

"bring it on!"

Seeing the ghost of the student for a long time did not move.

Ha ha……

Don't believe in the power of the poor monk?

"Go find a 5-meter rope and get some tacks." Hong Yi turned to Wang Ying and his wife.