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I've seen a ghost, but a hundred ghosts, where have I ever encountered this formation.

Maybe it was because he had noticed my anomaly, and the last ghost passed in front of me and gave me a sinister look.

Waiting for everyone, no, waiting for all the ghosts to pass me, they didn't go up the hill all the way up as I thought, but stopped, turned around, and stared at me in unison, expressionless and lifeless.

I was even more scared.

If they attack me, then I won't be miserable.

No matter what, the first strike is stronger, and the second strike suffers, I decided to strike first.

I closed my eyes, covered them, asked for two little suns, and shot at them, and then drew a scoop on the gourd, and shouted:

"All the mountain gods, Sanmao Zhenjun, the ancestor master, the Taishang Laojun, are as anxious as the law......"

There was a moment of silence.

I slowly opened my eyes, men, women and children, their eyes widened, like monkeys, looking at me, and suddenly they grinned and laughed, and they couldn't close their mouths when they laughed.

My yin and yang eyes are out of order.

There is no lethality to them.

Or am I mistaken, they aren't some the hell?

It suddenly occurred to me that my old man once said that the so-called Hundred Ghost Walk is that during the Qingming Festival and the Ghost Festival, the gates of the underworld will be opened, giving those lonely souls and wild ghosts who have not been reincarnated a chance to be reincarnated, so on this day, all the lonely souls and wild ghosts in the yang world will rush to the underworld, and there will be a hundred ghosts.

But today, it is neither Qingming Festival nor Ghost Festival.

Am I really wrong?

At that moment, the white-bearded old man stepped forward to stop their ridicule, then pointed at me, then at his head, and nodded, and the men stopped their smiling faces and looked at me with sympathy.

I'll go, this white-bearded old man really thinks I have a brain problem.

I was about to defend myself when the white-bearded old man said to me:

"Goodbye, young man, stop doing stupid things."

After speaking, the white-bearded old man took the lead in turning around and walking towards the cliff.

That's right, I read that right, the white-bearded old man actually walked towards the cliff on the side of the mountainside.

He didn't let me do stupid things, but he did stupid things himself.

I exclaimed, feeling bad, and shouted at the white-bearded old man:

"Grandpa, don't!"

Before the words fell, the white-bearded old man had already stepped on one foot in the air, and what happened next completely subverted my world, and I suddenly felt that all the knowledge I had learned in the past ten years had been learned in vain.

Newton's first law, the law of gravitation, physics and chemistry, all of them are useless at this moment.

The white-bearded old man did not fall off the cliff as I thought, but hung in the air and strode forward.

By the time I arrived, the old man had disappeared into the fog, leaving only a trail of footprints.

That's right, it's a trail of footprints.

One step at a time.

I had a vague feeling that the answer I had been looking for was about to appear.

Immediately afterward, the hundred or so people, like the white-bearded old man, walked towards the dense fog of the cliff one after another.

Everyone passed, leaving a trail of footprints in mid-air, and after everyone had disappeared into the fog, a path appeared in front of my eyes.

I was stunned.

"There is no road in the world, but when there are many people walking, it becomes a road."

Isn't that the answer I've been looking for so much?

I hesitated for a long time, but finally made up my mind and walked along that road.

I closed my eyes, afraid to look at the path under my feet, and I didn't dare to imagine what was going to happen next.

Die and die.

But I didn't fall, but I landed on the path.

It's really a way to somewhere.

With some excitement, I walked forward towards the depths of the mist.

The further you go, the thicker the fog becomes, and you can't see your fingers clearly, and you can't see anything on either side.

After walking for about half an hour, the wind suddenly rose.

Like a wave of air, wave after wave, it blew towards me, gradually blowing away the thick fog around me.

As I walked on, the wind grew stronger and the fog thinned.

It wasn't until all the fog cleared up that I could see where I was.

I'm literally hanging in mid-air.

And I've come to the end of that road.

There's no way ahead, and I don't know what to do.

Can't you just jump?

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly shook his body, and the road under his feet shook violently.

I quickly turned around and tried to go back the way I came.

But it's too late.

I saw that the path I was passing was collapsing at a speed that could be seen with the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, it collapsed under my feet.

With a "click", the whole road collapsed in an instant.

I fell sharply from mid-air.

I closed my eyes......

Finished.

It's really going to be over now.

I've been pitted by ghosts again.

But for some reason, in such a desperate moment, I actually fell asleep.

…………

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself still halfway up the mountain, still sitting on the highest stone bench.

Could it be that everything just now was an illusion?

I just had a dream?

But it's so real.

I looked up at the stone wall, there was no word "road" on the stone wall at all, and it was not polished with edges and corners, like a stone gate.

It seems that it is really empty, and it is going to be a trip for nothing.

It's getting late, and it's time for me to go down.

Just as he was thinking about it, he suddenly heard a quarrel on the mountain.

It's like two people are arguing, arguing like they're arguing.

At this time, there are still people staying in the mountains?

I was curious, so I went up the mountain to see what was going on.

Only this time, the mountain road is not as steep as before, but it is getting smoother and smoother, and the further you go, the more open it becomes.

When I almost turned around Maoshan and climbed the last stone staircase, I was stunned.

An academy came into my eyes.

The blood-red courtyard wall seems to have been painted with cinnabar, because my position is relatively low, I can't see how big the college is, and in my direction, a gate stands in the courtyard wall, and the appearance of the gate is similar to the gate of Tsinghua University that I saw on TV, classical and magnificent.

On the top of the gate, there is a plaque with four big characters written on it, and behind the words, there is a gossip pattern about three feet large.

I can't believe it, I really found it.

Before I could take a good look at the academy, I was interrupted by the sound of an argument.

At this time, I saw that next to the gate of Maoshan College, there were three people standing, looking from a distance, one fat and two thin, the fat man was emotional, pointing to the noses of the two thin people, not knowing what they were arguing about.

I walked over.

Before they could get closer, they could hear their quarrel in the distance.

"What's wrong with me carrying a sack? What's in your way? ”

"It's in my way."

"If you don't want to see it, don't look at it, who let you watch it, you have the ability to close your eyes."

"Why should I close my eyes, I can't figure it out, looking at your poor and sour appearance, why do you still come to school?"

"Can't you go to school if you're poor? You're rich, but is that money your own? It's not all your parents'. ”

"Yes, it's my parents, who let me have a rich parent, why don't you have it?"

"Is it better to compare the family with me, even if you are a nouveau riche and still want to compare the family with me, I will also tell you, three generations up, if this was before, you would have to knock me one when you saw me."

"I'll knock you one? Dead fatty, you don't have anything wrong with your brain, right? Do you think your family is a high-ranking official and a prince of the Qing Dynasty? ”

"What is a dignitary, can he compare with our family? I want to ...... back then"

"Don't think about it, it was many years ago. I wondered, how can someone as poor as you eat so fat, but you can tell me, what do you eat to grow so fat? ”

"What's wrong with fat? Eat your stuff? ”

As he spoke, the fat man took out a palm-sized bun from the sack, and it was hard, and I saw him stuff the bun into his mouth three or two times, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it into his stomach, and then said:

"Do it yourself, have enough food and clothing."

………………

I listened for a while, and I kind of understood.

Two rich second generations, bullying a poor boy.

The two thin ones are obviously typical sons, rich second generations, and the fat man, maybe the family conditions are not good, he is not carrying a backpack or pulling a suitcase, but carrying a plastic sack, which is the kind of plastic bag used for fertilizer in the countryside.

It is precisely because of this plastic bag that it will be ridiculed by these two rich second generations, and the two of you scolded the fat man with one sentence and one sentence.

And the fat man is obviously not a fuel-efficient lamp, although he was besieged and abused by the two, he also pushed back Mai Mang, and he didn't suffer much.

I walked in and saw the appearance of the three people clearly, the two thin, one meter seventy-five, a famous brand, both of them wearing sunglasses, white and clean, spotless, if you only look at the appearance, the handsome guy, you will definitely be able to fascinate a large piece.

However, it can be seen that although they are both rich second generations, the status of the two is not equal, not like any friends, but like a master and a servant, the slightly lower is only the taller rich second generation horse is the first to look forward, and he will echo what the higher one says, rushing to the front like a mad dog.

As for the fat man, I can say, he was so fat that he was covered in flesh, and I am afraid that his skin would not be enough to fit his whole body of meat.

Maybe it was because he was emotional, he talked too much, the fat man kept panting, the beads of sweat on his forehead fell drop by drop, the green tendons in his neck burst out, and saliva flew sideways.

If this continues, within ten minutes, the fat man will definitely be defeated.

I don't care if two bully one, but the rich second generation laughs at the poor, and I can't stand it.

You drink wine and eat meat because you have the ability, and I have no ability to eat coarse tea and light rice, but it's wrong for you to laugh at me.

What's more, all this was given by your parents, not earned by yourself, so what right do you have to laugh at me.

But I didn't want to make enemies as soon as I came here, offending the two rich second generations, so I walked over and said to the three of them:

"You're all students of Maoshan Academy, right? Since we are all classmates, why make such a fuss and hurt the harmony, we will study together in the future, forget it. ”

"Where's another dirt bun? Whoever is a classmate with you, don't put gold on your face. ”

I suddenly got angry, gritted my teeth at the two rich second generations and said:

"I remember what you said today."

Then I said to the fat man:

"Why are you so stupid?"

The fat man looked confused and touched his head:

"How am I stupid?"

"Don't be stupid, how can you be as knowledgeable as a mad dog, and you've been arguing for so long."

The fat man suddenly realized and laughed.

I pulled the fat man, turned around and left, and entered the gate of Maoshan Academy together, and heard the angry voice of the rich second generation behind me:

"You stop me, who do you say is the mad dog......"

Thank you to the two little friends, thank you very much...... Then it's time to officially enter the school......

(End of chapter)