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

A monk holding a vajra pestle.

There was a look of compassion on his face, but his tone seemed to be doing his part.

His eyes scanned the crowd coldly.

A palm was slowly raised, clenched into a fist, and it unexpectedly slammed fiercely on the Demon Subduing Pestle, which seemed to be made of pure gold.

when! ! !

The clear and loud voice spread all around in an instant.

"All benefactors, do you have any opinions?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of the monk's mouth, and a faint golden light radiated from his whole body.

After this move.

The complexion of a group of people became quite ugly, and the eyes of the monk looked more and more fearful.

They didn't expect that this Buddhist monk actually practiced a tyrannical physical kung fu.

And it seems that it looks very good!

Now that his cultivation base is completely suppressed, he has the advantage of a tyrannical body.

Naturally, it is also intuitively reflected.

"Hehe... relying on the strength of my body, I may not be much weaker than you."

On one side, a demon with dark red skin and horns growing on his forehead.

With a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, he stood up with a bloody sword in his hand.

Gu Zi casually stabbed the big knife on his shoulder into the ground.

Under the dark red skin, strange scales began to cover his skin.

Followed by.

He just raised his big knife and pulled it fiercely towards the skin.

Suddenly sparks overflowed, but it didn't hurt the flesh and blood at all!

After doing this deterrent little move, he grinned at everyone: "How, I may win the status of acting teacher?"

The voice fell.

The atmosphere in the field became quiet for a while.

Looking at a monk and a demon who tried to take away the identity of "acting teacher" in front of them relying on physical strength.

The faces of everyone were obviously not very good-looking.

It's just... This is the first time I entered Qingming High School.

Obviously, they don't want to expose their cards.

So... after making a tacit look at each other.

The identity of the acting teacher was thus confirmed.

......

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Chapter 248 Rotten Soul Needle

After distributing the identities.

A strange smile appeared on the corner of the guide's mouth.

"Enjoy your campus life!"

After leaving such a sentence.

The guide turned around, as if about to disappear into the darkness.

"Wait a minute!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

A guy with a black gauze covering his face, a tight suit, and two short knives.

There was a strong smell of blood all over his body.

He stopped the guide who was about to leave.

"Oh?" The guide's voice changed, and he turned around with a distorted smile on his face, "What else can I do if you call me?"

The black pupils stared fixedly at the human being who stopped him.

The surrounding atmosphere seemed to have become extremely strange in an instant!

The rest subconsciously took a few steps back, staring at the guide with vigilance.

This seems ordinary, but it exists to guide them.

This moment suddenly brought them an unprecedented sense of threat!

The guy who took the initiative to stop the guide - Heisha.

The covered face is also full of unprecedented vigilance...

"Something's going to happen."

On the teaching floor, beside the corridor.

Tang Sanzan looked down and said thoughtfully.

"Is it because that guy stopped the guide? What kind of taboo did such a move violate?"

Su Xiaoran hugged the Monkey King doll and asked in a low voice.

"It shouldn't be that simple. The most deadly part of Qingming High School is also the one that has been repeatedly mentioned - the rules."

"Perhaps... the moment he stopped the guide, some kind of rule had already been triggered!"

Liu Mengyan hugged Tang Sanzan's arm tightly, guessing.

"Hmm... I don't understand, the human world is so complicated..."

The snow-white little weasel lay on Xiao Qi's "official hat", lazily complaining.

As for Big Red.

Being born with a different species, it seems that it will always have the demeanor of a mountain collapse in front of it without changing its face.

It is still the golden rooster's independent appearance, with its head held high and its chest held high, extremely handsome.

Occasionally... Dahong would look around the empty surroundings, with a trace of glittering and translucent color at the corner of his mouth...

aside.

Little Taoist priest Cangyue didn't pay attention to the scene below.

Instead, he took out a doll-like thing from his bosom and kept tinkering with it.

I do not know why.

Tang Sanzan and the others leaned against the corridor on the fourth floor with such fanfare.

The people below did not notice their existence at all.

......

"This...uh..."

Heisha's face was a little stiff, and for a moment he didn't know how to address him.

If you call him "Brother Ghost", it seems disrespectful.

It would be awkward to call him senior.

"It's good to speak up when you have something to say, there is no need to be so obsessive."

The guide's tone of voice was still that weird.

However, this sentence made Heisha slightly relieved.

"I want to know some information about Qingming High School, is it convenient for Fang to disclose some information?"

"Of course, it's not free. I have a lot of good things that can improve the practice of ghosts."

With that said, Heisha took out a small bag.

Gently opened it, and a puff of black smoke came out of it.

The smoke rose into the air and turned into an extremely distorted face with claws and claws!

Between the empty pupils on that face, there was a palpitating hatred.

Obviously, this is a treasure that ghosts cherish very much.

Just a leak of breath can have such a vision.

"Just tell me some information about Qingming High School, and this thing will be yours."

There was some color in Heisha's eyes.

The "thousand blood congeals the heart" in the bag has an extremely fatal allure to ghosts.

But for all ghosts and the like, he didn't believe that he would not be tempted by such a "good thing".

however.

If nothing else, accidents will appear soon.

Facing the treasure specially prepared by Heisha to deal with Qingming High School.

Even though the guide is a ghost, his expression didn't even change at all!

Such a scene moved the hearts of everyone present.

Everyone present is the proud son of heaven, a genius among monks.

Things that can be considered will naturally be a little more.

The guide ghosts are completely indifferent to such treasures.

Naturally, it also means... the trick of "money can turn ghosts around" obviously won't work.

But who knows.

next second.

"Hehe..." The guide sneered, and his face became more and more strange, "Since you have stopped me and want to exchange information with me, then I will naturally fulfill you."

"Tell me, what do you want to know?"

Unexpectedly, the guide seems to be particularly easy to talk to.

Of course, if you ignore its weird expression.

This guy does seem to be a bit of an enthusiastic crowd.

The guide ghost's voice fell.

Instead, Heisha's heart suddenly jumped, and a not-so-good feeling arose spontaneously.

"Ahem... Forget it, I'd better explore it slowly by myself, so I won't waste your time."

With that said, Heisha stepped back cautiously.

Swish!

The skinny and pitch-black arm suddenly fell onto Heisha's shoulder.

"Since you have already spoken, there is no chance to go back on your word." The Guide Ghost grinned, and firmly held Heisha in place.

"If you want to know something, hurry up and ask, otherwise..."

The Guide Ghost didn't continue, but his meaning was already very obvious!

Heisha struggled violently.

But he suddenly found out.