The ghost whined, the wind whistled, the night was getting darker and darker, a dull atmosphere spread, the teacher was still lecturing, the sound of the lecture echoed in the classroom, but it seemed so silent, the students below involuntarily leaned closer, they might feel something, so they seemed to feel a sense of security.

"Boss, you said Weishenme was suddenly so quiet outside?" Chubby asked timidly, his eyes wandering, his hands clenched into fists, tightly attached to his legs, his pants had been scratched out of folds, obviously frightened by the situation in front of him.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know how to answer, he guessed that he might have encountered a ghost, but this was just his own guess, there was no definite evidence, and what kind of society now, can you tell others that this place is haunted? I'm afraid that I will be treated as a neuropath, and it will be good if I don't send it to a psychiatric hospital.

"Chubby, I think tonight is very unusual and weird! Be careful when you study in the evening for three periods at a time. Zhang Xiaojian reminded, because from this situation, there was no sound outside, and even a dog barking could not be heard, and the temperature in the classroom was a little abnormally low, although it was now eleven or February, but the classroom was a little abnormally cold.

Xiaopang was frightened by Zhang Xiaojian's serious expression, and he was even more nervous, "Boss, don't hack me, my heart can't stand the ghost, demon." ”

"Ghosts?" Zhang Xiaojian was stunned for a moment, as if he had thought of something, and his eyes were staring at the teacher who was lecturing on the podium, because he noticed where the temperature was colder, and whether the teacher who was lecturing above was rubbing his hands to maintain the temperature, it seemed that his fingers were stiff because of the cold.

"If it's a ghost, it makes sense, and only a ghost can come and go without a trace, and the temperature drops suddenly everywhere it goes." Zhang Xiaojian said in his heart, sitting sideways, and glanced at Mu Xiaoyu, who was sitting behind him, but found that the other party was calm, and he was still thinking about eating the food he brought back.

……

In Zhengqiao Town, the headquarters of the Temple of Destiny is in an antique building built in a mountain forest, which costs half of the entire church's funds, and various equipment and exquisite carvings cost the most money.

"Your Highness?" Li Liang answered the phone while looking at a document, and sketched with a pen from time to time, when suddenly he stopped the pen in his hand, and the gel pen fell on the table.

"Your Highness, I'll do it, how many do you need? An adjudicator and a dark horseman? Li Liang listened to Zhang Xiaojian's instructions on the other side of the phone.

"Your Highness, the Dark Knights are personally selected by you, a total of twelve, and they will enter various schools in H City to study, and Your Highness, the school you are in also has a dark knight, arranged by Hu Yin and them, this is his phone, and the judge you appointed will arrive tomorrow morning."

Li Liang's voice was very low and respectful, and he was very convinced of this pope of unknown origin.

……

After making the call, Zhang Xiaojian put down his phone and continued to look at the teacher who was shaking back and forth in front of him, he knew that the other party had been cold, and there would be a serious illness after this time, and he would have to rest for at least a month to fully recover.

"Boss......" Xiaopang looked at Zhang Xiaojian with a pleading face, in his opinion, Zhang Xiaojian knew everything and had a way to do anything.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at the pitiful appearance of Xiaopang's face, and couldn't help but feel unbearable, "Forget it, I'm afraid of you, you hide this in your pocket, remember not to take it out, tonight is enough to help you get through." ”

Saying that, Zhang Xiaojian took out a finger-sized strip of golden silk woven cloth, which was full of strange fonts, this was the oracle that Zhang Xiaojian himself wrote badly last time, although it was written badly, but it was also contaminated with a trace of divine breath, plus the font written by divine power, at least it could be done without demons.

Confused, Xiaopang put the golden strip of cloth that Zhang Xiaojian handed to him into the inner pocket of his coat, and after having this strip of golden cloth, he suddenly felt that he seemed to be much more relaxed, not so silent, and sometimes he could hear the roar of cars outside and the barking of dogs.

"Okay, Boss is really good, I feel so comfortable." Xiaopang was so excited that he almost jumped up, but fortunately Zhang Xiaojian stopped it in time, otherwise the effect would undoubtedly be a slap in the face of the teacher, and a review was inevitable.

"Hey, hey!" Xiaopang laughed dryly, scratched the back of his head, and saw Zhang Xiaojian speechless.

Bell ......

When the school bell rang, the day students got up in a dull way and packed their schoolbags and left.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't care about this, this was not his goal, a ghost was not enough to let him shoot, and he also ordered the black knight and a judge to come over and fight with him, this body is not an incarnation, but a real body, so it doesn't have much strength, and the divine soul is weak, and the divine consciousness is also low, it is not very useful, the only useful thing is the divine art.

"I'm leaving, be careful." Zhang Xiaojian once again warned Xiaopang that the only person who made him feel good here was his tablemate Zeng Fan.

"Don't worry, boss." Chubby laughed, feeling good about being cared for.

"Yes!" Zhang Xiaojian nodded and left the classroom.

……

In a rented house, Zhang Xiaojian was lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, not knowing what to do, quietly thinking about everything that had happened recently.

Recently, the recovery speed of the deity has gradually slowed down, that is to say, the safety and security of his life have been reduced again, which has to make Zhang Xiaojian make a decision to protect himself, the first is money, after thinking about it for a day, Zuihou thinks that the fastest way to make money is undoubtedly gambling, go to a large gambling and often gamble, with his own divine sense, no one has to be afraid.

But the matter of going to the casino has to be put aside, and the ghost in the school must be dealt with first.

For the sudden appearance of the wandering spirit, Zhang Xiaojian was very suspicious that it was related to something he didn't know, and Mu Xiaoyu's expression was calm, which made Zhang Xiaojian more sure of his thoughts, since it was related to that thing, then Zhang Xiaojian had to fight for it.

"I'll know tomorrow, I can't help it, so Mu Xiaoyu, you definitely can't help it." Zhang Xiaojian narrowed his eyes slightly, forming a crescent moon.

The next day, when I arrived at the school, I learned that a person had died last night, and the amazing thing was that the man had died quite miserably, with a face full of fear, and the nails of ten fingers were broken, just looking at it was enough to make people feel a chill in their backs, and their feet were weak, and they couldn't help but shiver.

Not to mention the specific tragedy.

"Sure enough, it's dead, but this year seems to be a little unusual, and it's mentioned a lot more than before, so it may be that the effect of the suppression has weakened." Zhang Xiaojian speculated in his heart.

At this time, a slightly chubby figure ran towards Zhang Xiaojian, shouting: "Boss, I really died yesterday, it was too terrifying!" ”

Zhang Xiaojian's face didn't change much, everything was expected by him.

"Who died?" Zhang Xiaojian asked.

"The deceased is a student of a class, I heard what is called Zhou Jiang, it was a terrible death, thank you for the amulet, by the way, I saw Mu Xiaoyu's glasses girl went to the abandoned museum of the school." Chubby couldn't help but shudder when he talked about the abandoned museum.

"What's there?" Zhang Xiaojian asked suspiciously when he saw Xiaopang's appearance.

Chubby shook his head, "I heard there that it was haunted, and that more than one student had died. ”

"What? Oh, I see! Zhang Xiaojian nodded, walked in the direction of the abandoned museum, remembered something, turned his head to Xiaopang and said, "Xiaopang, you help me ask for a leave, just say that I have a stomachache and go to the doctor." ”

Xiaopang heard Zhang Xiaojian ask for leave, and muttered in a low voice: "What kind of leave, really, please don't ask for a difference?" The teacher won't say it anyway. ”

Zhang Xiaojian, who was walking halfway, suddenly sneezed, and didn't think much about continuing to run towards the abandoned museum.