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

Liu Mengyan asked with concern.

Tang Sanzan nodded slightly, and once again looked under the teaching building.

There.

A group of people are full of vigilance and guard against each other at this moment.

Especially the Buddhist monks and the dark red-skinned demon.

They all have the status of acting teachers, and they can be said to be the most eye-catching existence in the crowd.

Although the guide never mentioned, what are the benefits of the so-called identity.

But no matter how you look at it.

The identity of an acting teacher is far more useful than the identity of a student!

"Everyone, why don't you listen to what the poor monk has to say?"

In the arena, a Buddhist monk stood up with a compassionate face and a faint golden light shining all over his body.

"What advice does the master have?"

On one side, holding a scroll, the upright man asked with a smile.

"The ghost just said something. Before us, someone had already entered Qingming High School."

"Being able to enter such a restricted area for humans ahead of time, and have made it through the day."

"Do the benefactors think they know some secrets of Qingming High School?"

When the monk said this, he stopped talking.

Quietly take a step back and retire.

It's just a few words.

But hidden murderous intent.

The eyes of a group of people changed instantly.

The monk who was originally the target of public criticism.

It was easy to divert everyone's attention.

I don't know.

Such behavior of Buddhist monks.

On the side of the corridor of the teaching building.

Tang Sanzan and his group saw and heard everything.

A dangerous smile emerged.

"Hehe... have you set your mind on me, the Buddha?"

"I hope you won't regret it..."

"Let's go, everyone has already arrived, so surely... Qingming High School will start soon, right?"

"There are no ghosts in this place, and it will soon become lively."

Tang San felt something in his heart, and his eyes fell on the newcomers below.

As they calmed down, they walked into the teaching building one by one.

Changes, Happened...

Chapter 250 Murder everywhere

"whee..."

"Come and catch me!"

"Come and hit me, you idiot!"

"You run slowly..."

"Wait for me!"

"..."

A series of figures appeared suddenly, and there were cheerful and lively noises of playing and playing.

As the "newcomers" stepped into the teaching building.

It appeared in the eyes of Tang Sanzan and others in an instant.

It was originally quiet, in the corridor classroom where even half of the ghosts could not be seen.

Students in school uniforms can be seen everywhere.

They were playing and playing on their own, and some of them turned their attention to the newcomers like Tang Sanzan.

The eyes are treacherous and greedy.

Sudden change.

Even Su Xiaoran, who has always been bold and nervous.

He was also horrified by this sudden change.

Subconsciously shrank into Tang Sanzan's arms.

As for Liu Mengyan, although she looks much more mature than Su Xiaoran.

But Yujie is also a woman after all.

Tang Sanzan could clearly feel that the soft strength on the arm sunk deep in the ditch increased.

That fairy-like touch.

Even in this forest of ghosts and creatures, he couldn't help but stiffen slightly to show respect.

Arching his body slightly, Tang Sanzan began to divert his attention.

He set his sights on classroom 4-404 behind him.

This is exactly the class he needs to teach.

Every newcomer who comes to Qingming High School, after obtaining their corresponding identity.

It will automatically get some simple information.

Such as - which class I belong to, which building the corresponding accommodation is in.

Although this information is extremely brief, it is crucial for newcomers.

After witnessing the behavior of the guiding ghost directly killing people at every turn.

Now except for Tang Sanzan and his party, the rest of the guys didn't dare to act rashly at all.

them at the moment.

Completely entrenched in the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building, his complexion was a little stiff, and his scalp was numb!

It is far superior to the tyrannical body that is many times stronger than ordinary people, and at this moment, the whole body is full of ice cold!

His eyes swept over the "students" who were playing and playing in the corridor.

Obviously, they are just the lowest level of ghosts.

But... before stepping into the teaching building, they didn't notice any ghosts at all!

The entire teaching building is empty, without any ghosts!

Cold sweat wet their skirts unknowingly.

Jia Luo, a Buddhist monk walking in the forefront, looked at a group of weak ghosts with greed hidden in his eyes.

The arm holding the Vajra Subduing Demon Pestle has obviously increased a little bit of strength.

obviously.

There is nothing that can arouse the interest of Buddhists more than a large group of low-level ghosts.

Once it is surpassed, it will definitely reap a lot of money!

It's just... Jia Luo is not stupid.

He knows exactly where Qingming High School is.

It is not uncommon that people from the Buddhist sect have been selected to enter this restricted area.

There can also be so many ghosts existing in this campus.

It also proves...they are not existences that can be transcended at will.

"Benefactors, it seems that we won't be able to find out anything in a short time."

"How about... go to the class corresponding to their respective identities and adapt to the situation?"

Jia Luo put away the greed in his eyes, and looked back at everyone.

"What the master said is not unreasonable, but before that..." The Confucian scholar holding the scroll was the first to agree.

But then he changed the subject, "We are all outsiders to Qingming High School. Should we benefit from each other and try to get out alive?"

As soon as the Confucian scholar said this, the eyes of the rest of the people changed slightly.

In the end, everyone nodded.

Even the demon with a dark red complexion is quite different from everyone else.

There is no objection.

So ever.

At the suggestion of Confucian scholars, a group of people exchanged information about their respective classes.

It is determined that once someone asks for help, they will definitely go to support if the rest of the human resources are within their reach.

After that, everyone dispersed cautiously.

They walked towards the class corresponding to their respective identities.

Four stairs.

Tang Sanzan's eyes fell on the two men and one woman who climbed up the steps.

A gentle man in a green shirt with a sword on his back.

A big clump of hair in the shape of "love" on his chest, a strong man holding a double hatchet.

And the whole body is shrouded in light veils, hazy and graceful woman.

They also immediately spotted Tang Sanzan's figure.

That strong breath of life is in this campus full of ghosts.

It is as eye-catching as a little sun.

Just wanted to say hello.

I saw a few students frolicking in the corridor, kicking a bloody, rotten and maggoted head.

It happened to fall at the feet of those three people.

at the same time.

The faces of the few students who were fighting with each other suddenly became extremely strange.

There was an odd smile on the corner of his mouth.

He stared straight at the three of them.

"Brother and sister, can you pick up the ball for us?"

The three people who had just walked out of the stairs, seeing this scene, instantly became extremely ugly.

This is just entering Qingming High School, and unexpectedly encountered such a situation.

With the lessons learned from Heisha.