There’s an Evil Spirit Here

"Speaking of this kindergarten ..."

"I remember the dream of growing up when I was a kid is to be a kindergarten teacher."

"Because the kindergarten teacher is the child king, the children in the small class and big class are the heads."

Founder picked up his clothes and sat on the living room sofa, and began to talk about his childhood dreams.

This lecture is about the evening.

At night, Chuanpu sheep and Xiaohei soon learned that Founder was planning to send Yiyi to go to kindergarten. He likes to join the bustling Chuanpu sheep and shouted to accompany him.

"Chuanpu sheep, you are no longer a baby, you must learn to mature yourself."

Founder is a headache.

And you are a ghost, and you can't show up during the day. Other kindergartens only go to school during the day and close at night.

Under Chuanpu Yang's nagging, when they came to the old street, soon, even Mr. Fu, Zhang Tufu, Zuo Qianhu and Yan Chixia knew that Fang Zheng was planning to send Yiyi to read kindergarten.

"Birth certificate, I will do the household registration." Zuo Qianhu took care of the calf and immediately expressed his position.

"Then I am in charge of finding the kindergarten." Zhang Tufu, a straight steel man, is not cold at all.

This matter is so settled.

Founder is grateful.

He came to Lao Cai today and wanted to get Yiyi an identity certificate to go to school, but he didn't know how to speak for a while. After all, he and Yiyi have been under too much care for the past six months.

Unexpectedly, all this will be so smooth.

Fang Zheng looked at the kind of kindergarten's Zuoqianhuo, Yi Tu and Zhang Tufu, who had begun to argue, and silently recorded all these affections in their hearts.

"Will the kindergarten at this age still accept?" Zhang Tufu asked a key question.

"Yiyi, seven or eight years old, can be said to be one year old, with a small month, and five or six years old is just in line with the enrollment age of the kindergarten class. We can also say that ready-to-wear clothes have been transferred several times before, and have completed small and middle classes in other kindergartens.

With the brainstorming of Zuoqianhu, things were settled.

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After everything was discussed, Founder left Yiyi in the "nursery". When he left the old street, he was about to enter the middle of the night.

At this time the night was dark.

The rainy night becomes even darker, and there is no starry moon in the sky.

Because of the rain, Fang came to the university town by taxi. When he came to the shop opened in the university town, the shop had already closed and closed, and the old **** stick had returned from work.

Therefore, in the entire fortune teller, there is only one Founder.

At this time, it was already eleven o'clock in the middle of the night.

The second floor of the fortune teller has always been a place where Founder personally cultivated.

Squeak ... the sound of opening the door.

Click ... There is a damping sound of the plastic switch.

Boom! The sound of closing the door came from the second floor.

Then the sound of footsteps sounded on the second floor. Founder closed the door. He walked to the bed, and he just sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to prepare for cultivation.

I do n’t know what happened today. As soon as Founder just dipped in the bed, his two eyelids were as heavy as lead water. It was very heavy and heavy, and there was a deep sleep.

Human nerves become more and more numb, and the reaction begins to become more and more sluggish.

In a trance, Founder was alerted that the situation was wrong, and the person woke up with a look and was alert, but this situation is not right today.

This made Fang Zheng think of the scene where the decapitated woman dragged him into the dungeon world.

Founder became curious.

In what way will the decapitated woman pull him into the dungeon today?

Hot water bottle?

Flush toilet?

Wash basin?

Or a drinking glass?

Instead of seeing tension in Fangzheng's body, he looked relaxed on his face. Anyway, he and the decapitated woman are old acquaintances, and everyone is familiar with each other.

However, Fang Zheng did not find the decapitated woman in the room.

So Founder came to the bathroom very familiarly, and at the same time lifted the toilet lid and unscrewed the faucet of the wash basin, everything was normal.

Founder has a habit.

He was very concerned about personal privacy, so when he entered the bathroom, he subconsciously closed the glass sliding door.

Just when Founder turned around and looked down at the flush toilet for the pale face of the woman with a broken head, it was at this time, knock! Knock!

The bathroom glass sliding door behind him, there was a very soft knuckle knocking sound, and Fang Zheng turned around and looked behind him. Not sure what it looks like.

"Old God Stick, did you forget to take things and go back to the store again?" Founder stared in amazement, then asked the person outside the door thoughtfully.

There was silence for a few seconds outside the door.

knock! Knock!

Knocks outside the knuckles outside the door, and sounded again.

"Is the old **** stick you?"

"If it's you, just say it."

There was still no answer outside the door. There was no one in the invisible corridor outside the door, but the knock on the door continued.

This time the door knocking sound didn't stop for a few seconds, it was knocking all the time, it was knocking all the time.

Founder's face became more and more surprised.

What's going on today?

Why wasn't the decapitated woman pulling him into the dungeon world as always?

Knock!

boom!

Bang Bang Bang! Bang Bang Bang Bang!

The person outside the door seemed impatient and changed his knuckle to gently tap the door to pat the door hard. The glass door was banged and the sound was very loud, as if the door frame was beating, and a lot of dust was shaken .

But such a big movement, even the door frame vibrated, but the frosted glass seemed to be stronger than the steel plate, and it was very strange that it was not broken.

Founder saw something wrong.

His eyes became fierce.

Next, I found that Founder's body began to return to his ancestors. His body was tall, his bones became larger, his arms became longer and his knees were thicker, and thick ape hair grew under the skin.

He Ran is a fierce looking ape.

This also verified Fang Zheng's previous thoughts. Sure enough, he was dragged into the dungeon by the old grudges on the rainy night.

It's just that today's old grudges are a little different ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ There have been new changes. Today, it is not a woman with a broken head, who is the black figure standing outside the door?

In the past, he was pulled into the dungeon several times in the university town store, and every time a woman with a decapitated appearance appeared, but for a scene like today, he encountered it for the first time ...

The magic ape didn't care that the door was trembling even the door was slammed. He first circled the room around the room. There was no abnormality found. The only abnormality here is that there are more outside the bathroom door and still smashing the door. The black silhouette.

Later, Founder walked to the matte and polished door and stood still, did not push the bathroom glass door for the first time. At this time, he was only a dozen centimeters away from the black figure outside the door.

But seeing the magic ape standing behind the frosted glass door, rubbing his hands together.

Spiritual martial arts! "Tibetan Secret Awareness Book"!

One five-finger, there is a blue arc lightning knife in the palm, without hesitation, poof, the lightning knife penetrates the door panel, and does not follow the common sense of the founder.

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