Mo Mo's work efficiency is really high, Yang Chen and I followed Su Shanshan into the private room, and not long after sitting down, Mo Mo pushed a food delivery truck and brought us a table of good dishes.

There were also two large bowls of steaming hot noodle soup, which made Yang Chen and I have a great appetite and ate it in a hurry.

And Su Shanshan sat next to me and kept helping me with the dishes, telling me to eat slowly, don't choke, she was really taking care of me like a big sister.

made me inadvertently think of my own sister Su Qingxuan, and I was a little worried about whether she was doing well.

It also strengthened my determination to resolve the misunderstanding between Su Fu and Yun Fu about our family of three in the future, that is, to let my parents return to their home after many years of absence, and reunite with their most missed relatives as soon as possible.

During this period, Su Shanshan also introduced several of her best friends one by one, one of whom happened to be a super fan of Miss Qin Lan, so she recognized me at a glance, and reluctantly let me go after forcing me to promise to get her Miss Qin Lan's concert tickets next month.

And Yang Chen also took the opportunity to ask for the contact information of every girl present, and every time he looked at those girls, the stars in his eyes kept flashing violently, revealing his nymphomaniac nature.

Since there was Sister Shanshan's best friend in the private room, and Yang Chen was by my side, Sister Shanshan and I had some concerns, although we had a lot of things to ask each other, we had to endure and not say it.

After leaving each other's mobile phone numbers, we added each other as QQ friends, and I also quietly agreed with her that everyone was busy in the evening, even if it was late, we would have a good chat through QQ to discuss how to deal with the possible crisis of the Golden Week of the Tomb in a week.

As for why there are bull head and horse noodle guards in this noodle restaurant, and there is a VIP room in the underworld on the sixth floor, I didn't ask in front of Sister Shanshan's girlfriends.

After all, all this is too unbelievable, and I think those mortal girlfriends don't know that maybe it's better for them, so I decided to ask them in QQ at night.

Memorable time always flies, and soon it is time for me and Yang Chen to go to class. And Sister Shanshan and her girlfriends also have very important things to do in the afternoon, so Sister Shanshan and I are reluctant to give up, and we can only say goodbye.

Along the way, Momo personally drove us into the elevator and sent us out of the noodle restaurant.

As I passed through the entrance of the Inner Guest, I instinctively glanced at the ground and found that the corpse of the bull head and horse face that I had previously killed was missing.

Instead, a pair of bloody male and female hanged ghost ghosts hung there, just as our group passed through the entrance of the guests, the pair of hanged ghosts originally rolled their eyes of the dead fish, actually glanced at us very frantically, and after seeing the grimace pattern on the Momo walkie-talkie flashed a few faint blue shadows, they returned to the dead fish eyes and remained motionless.

Obviously, this grimace pattern on Momo's walkie-talkie should be the so-called netherworld identity token, so she can enter and exit this guest entrance at will without being blocked by the previous bull-headed and horse-faced security guards.

As for the other waiters and hostesses, I guess they should also have a netherworld identity token with a similar grimace pattern on their bodies in order to enter and exit the entrance of the guests freely.

I subconsciously looked at Yang Chen again, worried that he wouldn't be frightened by this, but it turned out that there was nothing abnormal.

I looked at it curiously, and it turned out that the blood on his eyelids had evaporated, so he had lost his special ability to temporarily see ghosts in the underworld, and he was not scared half to death on the spot.

After leaving the noodle shop, Yang Chen and I also sped up and rushed to the school.

When Yang Chen and I returned to school for the afternoon advanced math class, my mind was not in the classroom at all. As for Yang Chen, the next to him who covered his face with a book, even if he was thinking with his toes, I could guess what he was thinking at the moment.

Because the experience of going to the newly opened noodle restaurant with him at noon has always haunted my heart and will never be forgotten for a long time.

Of course, I know that Yang Chen's heart is the same.

It's just that I didn't have the heart to go to class, because I was looking back on the conversation I had with my cousin Su Shanshan for a short time, as well as the unbelievable unsolved cases I had experienced in the past two days, and I was trying to think about how to solve these unjust cases that mortals couldn't solve in the future.

And Yang Chen didn't have the heart to go to class, it was because he was extremely dirty in his heart, and he didn't know what he didn't think about when he didn't think about it.

The math teacher on the stage is surnamed Tang, an old man with gray hair, who looks like a person who has taught all his life, but he seems to be more energetic than other young teachers, his body is extremely tough, not to mention, his sharp eyes can always make people feel that they can penetrate everything at any time.

He spoke in a loud and confident voice, and I felt like I was standing far away from the classroom and still being able to hear what he was saying.

If I were really just a freshman at the moment, and I wasn't a master of the underworld, I think I would be very willing to listen to his lectures attentively, instead of thinking about desertion as I do now.

Because he does have his own unique side to his lectures, he is not exactly based on the textbook like other teachers, but incorporates a rich imagination.

Even using flashbacks, first throw out a difficult problem that will be talked about later in the textbook, and then combine it with the strange events that have been ignored in life, arouse our curiosity, and then peel off the cocoon, guiding us back to the first page of the textbook, so that we have a strong interest in this subject and a desire to learn in addition to sudden enlightenment.

Even I, a senior who came through time and space four years later, occasionally find it vivid and interesting, and forget about other things I am thinking about, which is enough to see that Mr. Tang has made a lot of achievements in teaching, and no one can compare with him.

However, after all, I already had the mind to graduate from my senior year, so I also selectively listened to the strange events told by Mr. Tang, and did not repeat the theoretical explanations in the real books.

And the weird events told by Mr. Tang often scared some timid girls so much that they covered their ears from time to time and didn't dare to listen to them anymore, but for boys who were bold by nature and loved horror movies, they were all still satisfied.

Listening, listening, I always feel that this Teacher Tang is not like a mortal in the normal yang world, but a ghost who has been dead for many years and has lived in the underworld for many years, otherwise, how could he have told such a realistic and vivid picture of the strange events.

This is definitely something that can only be told if you have experienced it yourself.

At that moment, I doubted that Mr. Tang would be a person who had come back from the dead, and I even had the urge to ask him to tell me interesting anecdotes about the underworld.

During the recess, I saw many students rushing to the podium and asking questions around Mr. Tang, obviously admiring the math teacher who had impressed everyone on the first day of class.

Mr. Tang was also very easy-going, and did not go back to the teaching and research department to take a break, but continued to tell the students around him vividly, patiently telling the horrific ghost stories he experienced when he was sleepwalking when he was a child.

Even Yang Chen, who was as timid as a mouse, squeezed in it with great interest and listened with relish. I wasn't very interested in it, so I continued to sit in my seat and think thoughtfully about my own thoughts.

It's just that Mr. Tang's voice is very loud, which interrupts my thoughts from time to time, so I also hear some legendary experiences about his youth intermittently.

Every time he fell asleep when he was a child, at midnight, he would get up by himself and start sleepwalking, and the destination of sleepwalking was the wilderness graveyard in the village that no one dared to go to at midnight.

In the haze, he always felt that every time he would talk for a long time with the bones buried in the soil, he would go home and continue sleeping.

As for his family, when they didn't notice that he was sleepwalking, they just didn't understand why the child woke up every morning with mud on the soles of his feet.

Later, in the middle of the night, his mother, who deliberately did not sleep, finally noticed his sleepwalking, and followed him all the way to the cemetery a few miles away from home.

Since ancient times, there has been a saying that sleepwalkers must not be woken up on the spot, otherwise they will be gone.

So his mother didn't dare to wake her son, even though she was worried that her son would walk outside barefoot in the middle of the night.

But when she asked her son the next morning, he had no idea that he had gotten up in the middle of the night to go to the graveyard.

Afterwards, his parents also specially consulted the goddess in the village who is said to be a ghost god, but the goddess changed her face after carefully calculating him, and after being silent for a long time, she solemnly suggested that it would be good to go with the flow, and not to stop his sleepwalking, and that one day it would naturally return to normal.

From then on, his parents took turns secretly escorting him to and from the cemetery at midnight every day, and his parents were relieved that he finally did not sleepwalk to the graveyard the night before he left the village for university.

And he didn't know anything about all this at first, but he didn't expect that during the four years of college, he dreamed every night, which was the experience of getting up in the middle of the night and going to the cemetery barefoot when he was a child.

At that moment, it dawned on him that his parents had mentioned that he was sleepwalking in the graveyard at midnight, and it was actually true.

As for the experience in his dreams every night, every time he thinks about it, it is a hundred times clearer than what he sees and hears in ordinary dreams, as if it is not a dream at all, but a completely real self that he has experienced again.

Teacher Tang was also puzzled by this, and wrote a letter home, entrusting his parents to consult the goddess again.

But the goddess replied that there was no way for her to resolve it, and that it was better to insist that it be better to let it be.

He also said that if he really wants to understand all this, it takes a great chance, and the person who can help him understand all this is definitely not something that ordinary mortals can do.

Maybe you may not be able to meet such a person in your lifetime, but if one day, if you can meet a person from the future time and space, who calls himself the master of the underworld, maybe you can understand why.

When Mr. Tang said this, all the students in the class looked at me in unison......