Resurgence of Terror: Three Burials of Poor Monks, Funeral Burials

Hmm... as the most favored disciple of the Taoist sect.

It's not too much to carry a billion points of self-defense with you.

"Little Taoist priest, you have wronged me."

Out of the corner of his eye, the gatekeeper glanced at Tang Sanzan vigilantly.

After seeing that the other party was still smiling, he explained to Cang Yue.

"Everything is caused by the school's special rules, not just you, anyone in the school will be suppressed and become an ordinary person."

"Even I am the same now, which is why no matter how powerful a monk is."

"After coming to Qingming High School, the reason why everyone will die in the end."

Little Taoist priest Cangyue frowned and said, "Then why didn't you talk about it just now?"

"forgotten..."

The gatekeeper looked at Tang Sanzan subconsciously, but found that the other party was also looking at him with his eyes.

Their eyes met, and the ghostly body of the gatekeeper suddenly shuddered.

"Ahem... It's not important, you just need to remember that everything must be done within the rules and order."

"In this case, there is hope that I can live for a while longer."

"I'll take you to see the dean now. He is generally responsible for the assignment of your duties."

After the words fell, the gatekeeper stopped talking.

Too many words will be lost.

Especially standing beside him is a monk with extraordinary background.

Until now, it couldn't see through the guy in front of it.

Is it the same as myself, being suppressed by the rules, unable to use any strength on campus.

If this guy really hasn't been suppressed in any way...

The gatekeeper shuddered again, feeling like this time Qingming High School.

You may be shooting yourself in the foot with a rock.

Although he didn't know how such a funny idea was born in his heart.

But... once such an idea is born, it can no longer be suppressed!

"Hehe...I guess I was also scared out of my wits."

"Qingming High School has stood for so long and turned into a forbidden zone for human beings. How could it be brought down by a mere monk?"

The gatekeeper smiled self-deprecatingly, and then led Tang Sanzan and others into the teaching building.

The fourth floor, at the end of an extremely long corridor.

There was a sign with the words "Dean's Office" written on it.

Boom boom boom!

The gatekeeper knocked on the door cautiously.

In his eyes, there was a look of awe towards the mysterious teaching director.

This point was noticed by Liu Mengyan, and she calmly gave Tang Sanzan a look.

Tang Sanzan nodded calmly.

Everything is under control, and any small thoughts of the gatekeeper security guard cannot escape his "listening".

"Enter."

Inside the office.

A low voice sounded.

With the indifference of rejecting others thousands of miles away.

A group of people filed in immediately.

inside the house.

There was only one person, sitting facing the window, drawing strokes on the drawing board.

It seems to be sketching.

Follow the gaze of the dean.

Outside the window, the birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, and the scenery is pleasant.

But on the drawing board, there were corpses everywhere, and blood red became the main tone.

Rotten heads full of maggots, with a tearing and ferocious smile on their faces.

Pairs of godless eyes seem to be able to look directly into the eyes of everyone through the scroll!

The atmosphere in the house was a little quiet for a while.

With a faint smile on the corner of Tang Sanzan's mouth, he just waited quietly.

His eyes fell on the picture scroll, and there was a look of interest in his eyes.

When I first came to Qingming High School, I met a very interesting guy.

Others are facing the sea, spring is warm and flowers are blooming.

This guy...

The scene of singing birds and fragrant flowers has become a purgatory on earth under his pen.

Apparently...he's a man with a story...a ghost.

The most crucial point is.

As the security guard said, in Qingming High School, all the ghosts can't wait to kill the newcomers.

This is their desire from the depths of their souls.

But the dean in front of him...is not stained with resentment at all...

Chapter 245 Identity – Acting Teacher

time.

Just in the quiet atmosphere.

It quietly passed away with the stroke of the teaching director.

of course.

Tang Sanzan naturally wouldn't just stand there like that.

Pulling the two girls, they sat carelessly on the sofa on one side.

Not worried about any taboos, just waited silently.

Since the other party has the leisure to paint.

Tang Sanzan naturally had the leisure to appreciate it slowly.

Hmm...at least the other party's painting skills are still very solid.

In the previous era, although the painting style is a bit dark, it can definitely be regarded as a classic.

It can still be sold for a lot of money.

Of course.

After the age of terror revived, it was obvious that no one would have the guts to keep such paintings in their homes.

With the dean's last touch down.

The whole picture scroll suddenly seemed to come alive!

"Roar!!!"

"Ugh!!!"

"It hurts! It hurts!!!"

"..."

Thousands of living beings wailed and wailed, struggling and roaring in distorted appearance.

It seems to have stepped out of that picture scroll, trying to pull people's minds into it, and sink forever!

It's just that such a strange artistic conception comes and goes quickly.

In an instant, everything returned to calm.

at the same time.

The teaching director who was facing out the window from beginning to end, concentrating on painting.

Finally turned around.

A 40-year-old middle-aged man, gentle and gentle, wearing glasses with black frames.

The whole person looks meticulously groomed.

Everywhere reveals a bit of pedantic atmosphere.

If you ignore the hideous and distorted painting behind him.

Hmm...it really looks like a dean.

"You go out."

As soon as he opened his mouth, he directed at the security guard, the gatekeeper.

When the gatekeeper heard the sound, he immediately walked out without looking back.

Facing the teaching director's words, he didn't dare to disobey in the slightest.

After the gatekeeper left.

The dean pushed the frame of his glasses, and said, "Let me introduce myself, the dean of Qingming High School—Li Ge, the Li of dawn, the song of singing."

After saying that, Li Ge's eyes fell on several people.

It seems that they are also waiting for the self-introduction of Tang Sanzan and others.

"Cangyue, Cang of goshawks, Yue of mountains and rivers."

Seemingly in order to show his own sense of existence, the little Taoist hurriedly stood up from one side and introduced himself.

However... Li Ge's gaze.

But it was always placed on Tang Sanzan's body, as if waiting for his opening.

This made the little Taoist priest Cangyue feel sad for a while.

do not know why.

I always feel that after I came out of the Taoist gate.

It's as if he has such a strange talent of "being ignored"!

Tang Sanzan met Li Ge's gaze, and slowly said, "The one from the Great Tang, the one who lives three lives and all things, the one who buries, Tang Sanzan."

"Strange name."

From Li Ge's mouth, it was no surprise that Tang Sanzan's name received such an evaluation.

"Thank you for the compliment."

The corners of Tang Sanzan's eyes twitched slightly, and he responded angrily.

"Heh..." Li Ge also had a smile on his lips, "You guys are very strange, this is the first time I've seen guys who arrived at school early like you."

"And also..."

Li Ge didn't finish his sentence, but Tang Sanzan and others knew what he meant by what he didn't say.

"You're weird too, aren't you?"