Great, I'm surrounded by villains.

Duan Mingyuan was indifferent to the grudges of the generation that founded the academy. He came to the academy to apply for the position of teacher of "Defense against Evil Spirits", and at this moment, there was a perfect teaching material deep in the Netherworld.

Before meeting Mo Song, he was still worried about the courses in the advanced class.

Constructing barriers is the main content of this course, but if you want to teach the students in the class, you must first set a goal for them at the beginning of the course so that they can appreciate what a high-scoring barrier is like.

For this purpose, Duan Mingyuan needs to let his students experience a real barrier battle.

But according to his observation, the only one in the academy who could fight with him in the barrier was Jiu Yue who had transformed into a nine-tailed fox.

"Dean Mosong, I want to go to the Nether Prison."

?

Mo Song was stunned. He could hardly believe his ears.

He really didn't expect Duan Mingyuan to make such a request out of the blue. "I should have mentioned that anyone who rashly enters the Nether Prison will have their life drained by the barrier."

"That's the effect of the barrier. We just need to tell it to close the barrier on a regular basis in the future."

Mo Song was about to say something but stopped himself. He began to doubt whether Duan Mingyuan was crazy, or if he was actually a spy sent by the court to the academy.

"I need to know why you want to see it."

Even as the dean, he had only seen the evil spirit twice in the depths of the Nether Prison. Although the evil spirit was sealed, just looking at it could still bring him great psychological pressure. It was hard for him to imagine how much trouble it would bring once the evil spirit broke the seal.

"I would like to invite him to be my assistant teacher. There should be no one more suitable than him on Qingchi Peak."

Duan Mingyuan said frankly.

Mo Song stared at the young man in front of him, and in an instant, he suddenly felt that Duan Mingyuan didn't seem like a traitor.

No matter how outrageous a well-trained spy is, he would never propose to release the evil spirits in the underworld to serve as assistant teachers.

No matter how you look at it, these sound like the words of a madman who has completely lost his rationality.

"The class I teach is 'Defense against Evil Spirits'."

Duan Mingyuan said, "The goal of this course is to ensure that my students can protect themselves in any adverse environment in the future, whether the opponent is evil spirits, monsters, aliens, aliens, or demon kings."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 98: Evil spirits, come out!

It turns out that madness is contagious.

Faced with the unreasonable demands made by a madman, any normal person would sternly refuse. As the current dean of Yunhai Academy, he should immediately conduct an identification and psychological assessment of Duan Mingyuan.

But he did not do so. Instead, he personally acted as a guide.

Mo Song suspected that he must have gone crazy or been brainwashed by some kind of sorcery.

And it seemed that he was not the only one who was brainwashed. The monsters in the restricted area who were ready to fight with them all made way for them when Duan Mingyuan promised to find out the traitor hiding in the academy.

Even those monsters who usually had bad tempers and were cruel by nature no longer troubled them.

The journey was very smooth. When the two men and the demon walked down the steep mountain road and reached the foot of the mountain, boundless darkness had already enveloped the sky. Gusts of cold wind blew towards them from the netherworld. The lanterns in their hands flickered, as if they could go out at any time.

This is Mo Song's third time coming to the Nether Prison. Since the last time he came, the yin energy here is heavier, which seems to mean that the power of the seal is getting weaker.

"Oh? Isn't this the 17th dean of the academy? How come you have time to visit an old man like me?"

The moment they set foot in the Nether Prison, it seemed as if the voices of thousands of people combined together penetrated into the brains of the three people.

Duan Mingyuan looked at the internal structure of the prison with the help of the dim light. Unlike traditional prisons, there were no cells inside. Perhaps the founder of the academy left living facilities for the prisoners out of consideration for the old times.

However, due to the blood sacrifice, the Hell had long been uninhabited, and not even the bones of the dead were left. Everything within sight was empty, filled with an atmosphere of desolation and ruin.

Mo Song ignored the voice in his head and turned around to remind the two of them, "Watch your step."

He used the lantern to illuminate the ground beneath his feet, and the tentacles formed by shadows slowly faded away under the light.

At the end of this dark area, Duan Mingyuan finally saw the seal that Mo Song mentioned. There was a simple wooden house with seals all over the doors and windows. In front of the door was a circular formation that he had never seen before, and the words on the formation seemed to be written in blood.

However, this seal and the circle looked as dilapidated as the ruined wooden house, and it seemed that they could no longer play a good sealing role. The shadows that covered the sky were spreading from the cracks in the door and windows. As soon as Mo Song stood still, he suddenly had hallucinations.

In the hallucination, a figure pushed open the door of the wooden house, and in an instant a sea of ​​blood gushed out and rushed towards the three people.

"Let me guess. Someone from the court has come and the academy is in danger, so you have to come to me for help."

As the contemptuous voice broke into his mind, all the illusions disappeared in an instant. When he came to his senses, Mo Song's hands and feet were already cold, and he couldn't help gasping for breath.

The voice still disturbed his consciousness. "This is a wise decision. The last dean of the academy is already a foregone conclusion. You might as well let me out to help you kill them all. Maybe I will let you go if I am happy. After all, it was not you who locked us up here... Do you see the seals on the doors and windows? Tear them off. Then I can get out."

"You misunderstood. I asked the dean to bring me here."

Duan Mingyuan said.

"You? Who are you?"

"I'm the new teacher of the "Defense against Evil Spirits" class at the academy, Duan Mingyuan."

"Defense Against Evil Spirits?"

The voice in the wooden house was stunned at first, and then burst into laughter. The laughter shook the earth and the wooden house shook violently. "Mo Song, you are the dean of the academy after all. No matter how stupid you are, you would not put your money on a charlatan, right? What did he promise you? Did he boast that he could help you through this crisis?"

"I didn't promise anything to the dean. I chose this job because the salary and benefits of the college are very good in all aspects."

Duan Mingyuan asked doubtfully, "Besides, we have no grudges in the past or in the present, so why are you slandering me?"

As a teacher, spreading rumors and slander is against the ethics of teachers.

Although he hoped that the evil spirit in the wooden house would serve as an assistant teacher, it did not mean that he would allow the evil spirit to destroy the atmosphere of the academy.

Duan Mingyuan's question silenced the voices in the wooden house for a long time.

No one had ever asked it this question so seriously before. From the moment it was born, it did whatever it wanted and cursed whenever it wanted, without any reason at all.

"Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"I heard about you from the dean, and I admire your trickery, so I want to hire you as my assistant."

As he spoke, Duan Mingyuan glanced at Jiu Yue.

The little fox unpacked the lucky braised chicken and put it into the plate she brought with her, and poured wine for the two of them. This was the osmanthus wine that she asked Lihua to ask for from other monsters. Duan Mingyuan brought the plate and the wine over to the half-open wooden door of the wooden house, and brought the braised chicken and wine in. He then sat on the ground, holding up his glass in front of the wooden house.

"A little greeting is not a sign of respect."

"You want me to teach you?"

The sound of gnawing chicken came from the wooden house, and the voice said, "Since you are so sincere, I will agree to it. As long as you kill the old man behind me and help me tear off the seal, I can teach you some skills. As long as you can learn a little bit from me, it will be enough for you to be a tyrant outside."

The arrogance in his tone was reduced a bit, but it revealed a strong malice.

"Don't teach me, teach my students."

"It doesn't matter who you teach. Go kill that old man first... This chicken is pretty good. I'm in a very good mood. As long as you can kill the old man before I finish eating this chicken, I'll agree to it."

"That is impossible."

Duan Mingyuan sighed, the communication with the evil spirit reminded him of Party A whom he had met before.

No, it's worse than Party A.

At least Party A will symbolically abide by the laws and regulations and will not ask you to kill someone.

"I come here with sincerity, and I hope you won't make any excessive demands."

"I want to do this, what do you think?"

The voice suddenly became harsh, and kept echoing in Duan Mingyuan's mind. In addition to malice, it also contained ridicule. "I've changed my mind. In addition to that old thing, you have to go kill that fox as well."

The evil spirit looked at Duan Mingyuan teasingly through the crack in the door.

He had never intended to agree to the other party from the beginning. Even if that kid was really stupid enough to murder the dean and destroy the seal, he would kill Duan Mingyuan without mercy.

As for the reason…

What if I don't like chicken?

Well, that's a good reason.

Xie Su carefully observed Duan Mingyuan's every move. He liked to see the moment when someone who thought he was in control of the situation got angry and frustrated.

He could see that Duan Mingyuan was indeed angry.

He was so angry that he put the porcelain wine glass on the ground. He was so angry that he lost his mind. Amid Mo Song's exclamation, he suddenly stood up and walked towards the seal of the window.

The evil spirit watched Duan Mingyuan completely tear off the seals on the window and door one after another, and then pushed open the door of the wooden house.

"You come out!"

This human walked straight up to him...

He flipped the chicken on the plate and threw it several meters away.

Huh?

The evil spirit also saw Duan Mingyuan grabbing his hair, pressing his face to the ground, and dragging him all the way out of the wooden house.

Ouch!

It hurts so much!

The burning feeling on its cheeks finally made it realize that all this was not an illusion, but a reality happening before its eyes.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 99 Who is the evil spirit?

Do evil spirits feel pain?

It stands to reason that the people being sacrificed have long since abandoned their bodies and transformed their spirits and consciousness into pure life energy, which means that from the moment the ritual is completed, the physical laws of this world can no longer restrict them.

Evil spirits cannot be hurt, let alone feel pain.

At least when the people imprisoned in the Nether Prison set up the blood sacrifice formation, they firmly believed that this would bring them unparalleled power, help them transcend all kinds of shackles in the mortal world, and truly gain the power to contend with the aliens... and the eleven mechanical creations that fell from the sky.

For this reason, it has been waiting for the seal to loosen, waiting for the day when it can leave the prison.

At that time, strange and weird magic will once again come to the world.

however…

Before this grand wish could come true, it was knocked down by a "Defense Against Evil Spirits" teacher who appeared out of nowhere.

Its head was pressed firmly on the dry ground, and its blood-red pupils filled with unwillingness stared at Duan Mingyuan. When the thought of counterattacking emerged in its mind, it was surprised to realize that its life energy, which was feared by the academy and even the world, was blocked, and all its tricks seemed unable to work in front of the other party.

"According to the assessment, you are a destabilizing factor."

Duan Mingyuan said.

This was a helpless result. He originally wanted to create a harmonious and friendly atmosphere and settle the matter during a pleasant dinner.

Dinner and wine, most jobs are done in such an environment, but the evil spirit in the wooden house is not only stubborn, but also full of aggressiveness in its words.

only……

Ever since he quit his job, Duan Mingyuan always felt that he seemed to be getting more and more irritable.

Or maybe my style of doing things is much freer than in the company, and I have gradually returned to the style I had in high school.

"So I can only offer you two choices right now: become an assistant teacher for the "Defense Against Evil Spirits" course, or be reduced to ashes."

September was not wrong in one respect.

While we mourn the deceased, we must never waste time.

This evil memory stores a large amount of trickery knowledge. "Even if you don't want to be an assistant teacher while you're alive, I promise you that your knowledge will be properly utilized after you die, and the teachers and students of the academy will remember your outstanding contributions."

However, compared to actually demonstrating to students through the method of barrier in class, the monotonous knowledge indoctrination is much more boring.

Duan Mingyuan stared at the evil spirit. He always showed respect to dying people.

After Mr. Lu San, he met another founder who might promote the development of the modern life science field.

"Tell me your name and I will record it in the library."

"Chen Qiu."

The evil one answered subconsciously.

This is certainly not his real name. He found a surname among all his shattered memories. As for "hatred", it is a constant reminder to himself that no matter how many years he is imprisoned in the prison, no matter what changes the outside world has undergone, he will always remember the shame of defeat and the hatred of having everything taken away by the aliens.

"Mr. Chenchou, I've got it. Please go on your way—"