In the evening, the last self-study class.

Lan Qingqing sat in her seat bored, feeling depressed as soon as she entered the school in the past two days, especially after the news of a female student drowned on Mingmu Lake, Mingmu Lake was blocked, although she was still teaching normally, but it also made people panic.

Zeng Xiaorou didn't put her mind on studying, she lowered her head and tinkered with things in the desk, Lan Qingqing glanced at it and found that it was a first-aid kit with some bandages and anti-inflammatory drugs in it.

"Yo, you're now a doctor?"

"Why!"

Zeng Xiaorou was startled, and hurriedly blocked the desk with a book.

"Zeng Xiaorou, you have a situation, hurry up, confess leniently and resist strictly, you know the party's policies!"

Lan Qingqing was worried that she had nothing to do, and this discovery suddenly came to her senses.

"Dead Lan Qingqing, you keep quiet, you're worried that others won't be able to hear it, right?"

Zeng Xiaorou was very helpless and said, "Gong Junyu's wrist was accidentally cut, so I'm going to go and see him." ”

Lan Qingqing has no ill feelings towards Gong Junyu, not all boys will use their brains when they see beautiful female classmates, after all, this is still a school, and it has not been polluted by the big dye vat of society.

What's more, at the Thunder Club that night, Gong Junyu's performance also won Lan Qingqing's approval, and he regarded Gong Junyu as a friend.

"Ahh

Lan Qingqing was even more anxious than Zeng Xiaorou, and she finally found something to do, which was much more interesting than self-study in the classroom.

Zeng Xiaorou knew that she couldn't stop Lan Qingqing, so she had to take out the first-aid kit, and the two of them hurriedly ran out of the classroom while they hadn't gone to class yet.

The area of Haifeng Middle School is rectangular, with Mingmu Lake in the middle, and the place where you enter the school gate is the junior high school, and the high school is in the innermost.

Gong Junyu is in his third year of high school this year, and because the college entrance examination is about to take place, the learning atmosphere is more tense.

Lan Qingqing and Zeng Xiaorou stood at the door of the classroom, and they attracted everyone's attention, as the most famous school flower of Haifeng Middle School and the only mixed-race little beauty, Lan Qingqing is famous.

"Hello senior, I'm here to find Senior Gong, can you call me for you!"

On the desk at the door was a tall, thin male classmate with the eyes of the bottom of the pot.

"Oh...... Palace...... Palace ......"

The male classmate is a nerd type at first glance, although Zeng Xiaorou is not as good as Lan Qingqing, she is also a beauty, plus she has rich experience, a soft voice almost hooked the soul of this male classmate.

"Cut, the man is really useless, far worse than the uncle!"

Lan Qingqing pursed her lips disdainfully, and then shouted: "Gong Junyu, Xiaorou has sent you bandages and anti-inflammatory drugs, come out quickly!"

Gong Junyu was sleeping on the table, and was pushed hard by his tablemate, and then he barely woke up.

Zeng Xiaorou was taken aback, is this still the tall and handsome, sunny and warm man, the big school grass of Haifeng Middle School?

Gong Junyu's face is sallow, his eyes are sunken, his dark circles are thick, and his eyes are bloodshot, just like a drug addict.

Lan Qingqing asked in surprise: "Senior Gong, did you secretly go to the Thunder Club, you worked too hard, you were sucked dry by a woman!"

Gong Junyu scratched his hair a little embarrassed, and he was a little used to Lan Qingqing's mouth: "Qingqing, Xiaorou, why are you here?"

As soon as Gong Junyu raised his hand like this, he just revealed the wound on his wrist, the wound was not treated at all, and the flesh was rolled outward, showing a dark red color, which had already suppurated.

Zeng Xiaorou's distressed tears almost fell, and she hurriedly opened the first aid kit, took out bandages and anti-inflammatory drugs, and was about to wrap them around Gong Junyu's hands.

A large number of students soon gathered at the entrance to watch the excitement, and in the boring high school, something interesting finally happened, and no one would miss it.

"Appeal ......"

"It's Junyu, I'm here again, how many are this week?"

Lan Qingqing was two steps away from the door, and she didn't mean to bandage Gong Junyu's wounds, and suddenly, a figure flashed in the classroom, Lan Qingqing rubbed her eyes, and said, "Duoduo, Gong Junyu, why is Duoduo in your class?"

Gong Junyu was a little distracted, like a wooden man, and let Zeng Xiaorou do it.

"Why is Duoduo here with me, class is about to go, what is she doing here?"

"No, I saw it just now!" Lan Qingqing walked to the front door and said, "Wan Duoduo, don't hide, come out quickly!"

Lan Qingqing shouted several times, and dozens of students also looked at her strangely, and Lan Qingqing was embarrassed for a while.

"Am I really wrong? No, I have to go to the junior high school!"

Lan Qingqing didn't care about greeting Zeng Xiaorou, even if she called her, Zeng Xiaorou didn't pay attention to anyone now.

She had just walked a few meters and was about to turn a corner when she suddenly heard someone calling her name.

Lan Qingqing turned around sharply and saw a little girl who was not much older than Wan Duoduo, waving to her through the glass, this little girl was somewhat similar to Wan Duoduo, her face was pale, her body was wet, her hair was dripping with water, and she smiled slightly, and her exposed teeth were covered with mud.

The most important thing is that the students in the entire classroom didn't even notice that there was this weird little girl inside.

Lan Qingqing's scalp was numb, and she was almost frightened and jumped up: "Ghost ...... Ghost ......"

The little girl still waved her hand, and smiled even brighter, at this moment, Lan Qingqing only felt as if she was immersed in the cold lake water, and the feeling of suffocation came, and she wanted to cut her chest uncomfortably.

"Boom ......"

As a lightning bolt fell, a muffled thunder came from the sky, and raindrops the size of beans fell in the sky.

"I didn't ...... No wonder it's so cold, it's because it's wet!"

It wasn't until the thunder sounded that Lan Qingqing's suffocation disappeared, and the little girl in the classroom through the glass was gone.

Soon, Zeng Xiaorou bandaged Gong Junyu, took the umbrella borrowed by Gong Junyu, ran over and grabbed Lan Qingqing's hand.

"Lan Qingqing, are you stupid?

"You're stupid! I'm not waiting for you, hurry up, bring the umbrella!"

The two little girls were holding umbrellas, and as soon as they returned to the classroom and sat in their seats, Zeng Xiaorou twitched her nose and sniffed, "What smell, why does it stink?"

Lan Qingqing suddenly showed a look of contempt, and said, "Is it the smell of the wound of the senior of the Shanggong Palace, it is all suppurated, can it not stink?"

As soon as Lan Qingqing said this, Zeng Xiaorou was also anxious, and said, "No, it seems to be the smell of silt, Qingqing, why is there mud on your back, where have you been?"

"What? Silt?"

Lan Qingqing hurriedly took off her coat, and there was some mud behind her, as if she had been slapped by a hand covered with mud.

The rain outside was getting heavier and heavier, and the raindrops hit the glass, and it felt like the glass was about to be smashed.

"Little ...... Xiaorou, I seem to have seen the hell!"

"Don't be funny, it's the twenty-first century, where did the ghost come from!"

Lan Qingqing suddenly raised her head and looked outside the classroom, only to see that the little girl appeared again, standing under the window, smiling and infiltrating.

Lan Qingqing screamed in shock, her little face turned white with fright: "It's a ghost, why can't you see it, you can't see it?"

"Qingqing, there are no ghosts, what the hell is going on with you?"

Zeng Xiaorou hurriedly grabbed Lan Qingqing's hand, lest Lan Qingqing would make any drastic moves.

Lan Qingqing stared at the window, fortunately, the little girl outside the window didn't move, suddenly, all the lights in the classroom went out, although it was daytime, but because the dark clouds were too thick, the sunlight was impermeable, and the darkness was too sudden, making people's eyes have a short period of discomfort.

"Stop...... The ......power went out! Yes, where's my phone, uncle...... Woo......"

Lan Qingqing had already collapsed, and quickly flipped out her mobile phone in the desk, and by the faint light of the mobile phone, she saw a soul body floating through the window and into the classroom.

"Ahh

Lan Qingqing threw the phone out violently, ignoring that it was still raining heavily outside, and ran away from the door.

"Hey, Qingqing, you're ...... back"

Zeng Xiaorou shouted anxiously, only stopped halfway through the shout, and then showed a strange smile.

I don't know when, a transparent soul body attached to Zeng Xiaorou's body, and her clothes and hair suddenly became wet.

Lan Qingqing rushed into the heavy rain, and originally ran to the school gate, but suddenly remembered that Wan Duoduo was still in the school. Lan Qingqing was cold and afraid, stood at the gate and was silent for a while, and finally gritted her teeth and stomped her feet, turned her head and ran back.

Middle School.

The school had a power outage, it was raining heavily, and a group of students were so excited that they basically didn't continue classes, and the classroom was so noisy that it almost lifted the house.

Lan Qingqing braved the heavy rain and ran towards Wanduoduo's classroom, but she didn't notice that she was always followed by a transparent soul body.

Wan Duoduo's classroom was also noisy, the sound of pouring rain couldn't cover the sound of fighting, Mao Xiaoqian was lying on the desk in the corner, his brows had wrinkled into a Sichuan character.

"The mana has only recovered less than one percent, and at night it can recover up to three percent, and now the ghost is so angry that it has even affected the celestial phenomena, what should I do?"

Mao Xiaoqian was very anxious, but because he consumed too much last night, he could only sit in the corner and stare dryly, in a hurry, and now he is in a state of being unable to protect himself, so he can't go out to be a hero.

"What's special, the hidden door has really changed now, the dragon king is also old, after being controlled by Yang Tianshao's bastard, it's really not a human life, what kind of support will come in three days, this is to let Lao Tzu die, provoke Lao Tzu to go back to Maoshan to retreat and cultivate, and stop doing it!"

Mao Xiaoqian kept complaining, changed his position and lay on his stomach, and at the same time, Lan Qingqing broke into the classroom in the rain, panting tiredly.

Wan Duoduo was thin and weak, plus he studied well, so he was placed in the first row, just under the podium.

"Sister Qingqing, what's wrong with you?"

"Duoduo, hurry up and follow me, the school is haunted!"