Chapter 13: The Ghost Press

When the class bell rang, everyone who was still chatting returned to their seats, and a beautiful woman in her twenties walked into the classroom with the bell. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

This beauty is the head teacher that Ji Hao saw yesterday, Du Yufei.

Chinese archaeology is one of the compulsory courses of the Department of Archaeology, Du Yufei introduced the history of the development of Chinese archaeology as soon as he came up, this Du Yufei seemed to be in class for the first time, according to the book, most of the students listened to it groggy, even Murong Yue looked like he wanted to sleep.

It's no wonder that she grew up in Maoshan since she was a child, and she either practices Taoism or martial arts every day, like the development history of archaeology, she listens to such a long speech, if it weren't for the order of the master, she would have left a long time ago.

And Ji Hao sat upright, don't think that he was listening carefully, in fact, he couldn't stand it like everyone else, if it wasn't for the head teacher to make a good impression, he wouldn't have persevered.

Du Yufei didn't know anything about what everyone in the class thought, and today was really her first day teaching students. Originally, this homeroom teacher was supposed to be her grandfather, Professor Du Yu, and she was the instructor. However, during an archaeological process, Professor Du Yu suddenly fell into a coma and is still lying in Qingshan Hospital.

When he rarely woke up, he kept pushing his granddaughter Du Yufei to take over his class, and the school leaders couldn't refute it when they saw this, so there was this scene today.

Time slipped by just when everyone was in a daze.

"Knock knock, Teacher Du, I'm sorry to disturb your class."

A rich male voice sounded outside the classroom door, making everyone who was still in a daze wake up and look over without turning their heads.

I saw a middle-aged man with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, his hair combed shiny, and a leader standing outside the classroom, followed by a man, who was Director Qian and Qian Bin, whom Ji Hao met last night.

"Director Wang, why are you here?" Du Yufei looked at Wang Ben with some doubts, in her memory, this teaching director would not come to her.

"Haha, it's okay, I'm just here to find someone." Wang Ben smiled and asked the classroom, "Is classmate Ji Hao here?" ā€

Looking for me?

Ji Hao frowned, looked at Wang Ben, who was full of flattery to Qian Bin, and then saw Qian Bin with an anxious face, and thought about it.

"I'm Ji Hao, I don't know what Director Wang is looking for me?" Ji Hao stood up and replied.

Seeing Ji Hao, Qian Bin's eyes lit up next to Wang Ben, ignoring Wang Ben's stunned expression, he hurriedly walked over, took Ji Hao's hand, and whispered: "Master Ji, help!" ā€

Compared with last night, Qian Bin's face was a lot haggard, and his face was weird, which was difficult to calculate.

"Is there something wrong with Qian Yuan again?" Ji Hao said.

"Master Ji is really like a god, please ask the master to help!" Qian Bin showed a look of surprise on his face and hurriedly said.

"Without further ado, let's talk as we go." Looking at Qian Bin's face, Ji Hao could only speculate about the general situation, and the specific situation could only be determined after carefully looking at Qian Yuan.

"Hey, classmate Ji Hao."

Watching Ji Hao and Qian Bin walk out of the classroom, Du Yufei wanted to say something, but was stopped by Wang Ben.

Just kidding, the person who can let the director of the Dongcheng District Public Security Bureau personally invite him will be an ordinary person, and will it be a trivial matter to let the director of the branch bureau come out in person.

Wang Ben, who was well versed in the way of officialdom, knew that he could not know about this matter, so he stopped Du Yufei's inquiry, and he didn't plan to talk too much.

At this time, hearing Ji Hao and Qian Bin talking about Murong Yue, he also stood up and walked towards the outside of the classroom, and Wang Ben just saw Murong Yue sitting next to Ji Hao, seeing Murong Yue's appearance, Wang Ben thought he knew something, and he smiled and stopped Du Yufei again.

This series of things, the people in classroom 301 were confused, but Zhou Tianshu stared at the backs of Ji Hao and Murong Yue, frowned and thought about it, it is true that he is a bad person, but he also has brains, and this matter is a little unusual.

"What are you doing here?" Looking at Murong Yue beside him, Ji Hao asked.

Murong Yue glanced at Ji Hao with squinted eyes, and had no intention of answering.

Yes, her inner disciple of Maoshan Mountain, her brother can't afford to mess with her, thinking of this, Ji Hao also acquiesced to Murong Yue.

Qian Bin looked at Murong Yue, and saw that Ji Hao didn't object to her following, and didn't say anything, after all, he still had to rely on others to save his son.

"Director Qian, what happened to Qian Yuan last night?" On the way to Qian Bin's house, Ji Hao asked Qian Bin, who was driving.

"Master Ji, here's the thing." Qian Bin said slowly.

It turned out that Qian Yuan woke up last night after being sent to the hospital for first aid, and after an examination in the hospital, it was found that Qian Yuan was just weak, and some medicine was prescribed, and Qian Bin and his wife returned home with their son.

Everything was fine in the first half of the night, but in the second half of the night, Qian Bin and his wife were awakened by a rapid wheezing sound, and when they woke up, the wheezing disappeared again, and they didn't care at the time.

But at about five o'clock in the morning, suddenly from Qian Yuan's room, there was a shout, Qian Bin and his wife immediately ran over, found Qian Yuan sitting on the bed trembling, saw Qian Bin and his wife coming, grabbed the pillow and threw it over, and shouted at the same time: "Don't come over!" Don't come here! ā€

After being appeased by the couple, Qian Yuan slowly calmed down, according to Qian Yuan, in the second half of the night, he suddenly felt something pressing on his body, and his whole body couldn't move, first pulling his hair, and then choking his neck. He struggled desperately, but he couldn't exert his strength or shout, so he could only gasp for breath and make a sound through his nose.

When Qian Bin heard his son's words, he pulled out his collar and found that there were a pair of black handprints on his neck, especially the throat bone, and the two thumb handprints were even more creepy.

Touching it with his hand, Qian Bin found that the black handprint was unusually cold.

So he hurriedly called Tang Zixuan, and after asking where Ji Hao was, he hurriedly drove over and personally invited Ji Hao over.

Qian Bin finished speaking, with a sad look on his face, and said, "Master Ji, what's wrong with my son?" ā€

"Listen to the description in your words, this should be a ghost press, but the specifics have to look at your son's situation." This is what Murong Yue said.

Qian Bin turned his head and glanced at Murong Yue, and said, "Girl, do you know this?" ā€

Murong Yue still didn't have the consciousness to answer, and sat in the back of the car with his eyes closed.

Ji Hao had no choice but to explain: "Director Qian, this is Murong Yue, a disciple of Maoshan Inner Sect. ā€

The meaning of the inner disciple is really not clear to outsiders in Qian Bin's circle, but the identity of the Maoshan disciple alone is enough for him to pay attention to.

"It turns out that Miss Murong is also a master, with two masters taking action, my son has been saved."