Early the next morning. Flash.com w..

Chen Feng woke up and picked up his mobile phone and took a look, the class group was still discussing the unbelievable death game, everyone was worried that they would be selected, and they were actively discussing coping strategies.

It's just that no one has come up with a solution that works, and it's just that the death game thing is a bit weird and completely clueless.

After Chen Feng washed up, ate the breakfast left on the table by Perfect Tomoko, and left the house to go to the bus stop to wait for the bus, waiting for the bus while thinking about the next plot direction.

Obviously, the incident in the Qingivy League is not accidental, strange things are happening in the whole city, and if you want to solve it, you may have to investigate these supernatural events one by one in order to find out the truth behind them.

Chen Feng is not very confident in this, after all, most of the spells he cultivates are against people, and although he has also dabbled in some spells against ghosts, they are far less than the means to deal with people, so he is a little passive in this plane.

"Forget it, let it be." Chen Feng comforted himself in his heart, he had no means at all, and when he faced the Grim Reaper of Fierce Ghost Street, he didn't turn the danger into a disaster, let alone that his current self was not a little stronger than he was at the beginning.

"Where's the stinky beggar, get out"

A young man in a suit kicked the beggar next to him, his eyes full of disgust.

The beggar bent his waist, and after being kicked, he squatted down and held his head, begging for mercy, "Don't kill me, don't kill me"

"It turned out to be a madman." The young man was even more disdainful, and at the same time straightened the tie on his chest, he was dressed brightly and brightly, but he was only a lowly clerk in the company, and only in the beggar could he find superiority.

Chen Feng turned his head to look after hearing the conversation next to him, and after seeing the unkempt beggar, he always felt a little familiar.

"Hehe" The crazy beggar raised his head and smiled at Chen Fengwei, his expression that was frightened just now changed instantly, and he pointed at Chen Feng with his fingers deep and said, "You can't escape, no one can escape"

Chen Feng's eyes widened, this beggar was actually the onmyoji of yesterday, the hat on his head was gone, and the clothes on his body were also tattered, and he was no longer as superior as yesterday.

"What did you encounter yesterday" Chen Feng grabbed his arm and asked, suddenly finding that the black and white bead on his arm was missing, and a bracelet was left.

This action once again ignited the tools in his heart, and the Onmyoji struggled in horror, shouting "Don't come, don't come, don't come"

Chen Feng frowned, what did this Onmyoji encounter last night, what kind of ghost can drive a Onmyoji crazy

"Haha, what's so good about you and a madman, brother, you're really interesting. Flash.com.." The young white-collar worker laughed and said that in his opinion it was just a crazy beggar.

"Get out" Chen Feng glared at him fiercely, the young man rolled up his sleeves and said, "What are you talking about" and swung a fist at Chen Feng, Chen Feng squeezed his fist and said coldly, "Can you stop bothering me?"

"It hurts, it hurts" The young white-collar worker grinned in pain, and it wasn't until Chen Feng let go of his hand that he got on the bus and left.

This arriving bus is also Chen Feng's bus to Qingteng University, but he has no intention of getting on the bus, the bus can wait if he misses it, if he misses this onmyoji, then I don't know what happened last night.

"Okay" The onmyoji saw that the young white-collar workers were taught by Chen Feng, and clapped his hands with a smile.

Chen Feng squatted down, kept the same height as him, put his hand lightly on his shoulder, and said softly, "Tell me, what did you see last night, okay?"

"Last night" The Onmyoji pondered hard, Chen Feng looked at him expectantly, and nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"Last night's dinner" Onmyoji exposed his belly, and his palms banged on his belly.

Chen Feng covered his forehead helplessly, it was really difficult to get a madman to tell the truth, so he could only use the old way.

A wisp of void power seeped into the Onmyoji's body, and Chen Feng felt that he had control of this body, and at the same time, the memories of him were also mastered.

The previous memories of this Onmyoji were very clear, and even some memories that he might have forgotten himself, through the means of the power of the void, Chen Feng could also find them.

This onmyoji is named Shanquan, Shanquan worshiped under a Onmyoji sect ten years ago, but Shanquan's qualifications are really rotten, and he has only learned a little bit after ten years of study, otherwise he will be replaced by anyone with a little qualification, and he will not only accept a hungry ghost as a god in ten years.

But these are not the point, the point is that Chen Feng found that the memory of last night was actually blank, as if this part of the memory was lost

"Memory loss" Chen Feng was a little stunned, the trick of searching for memories through the power of the void has been tried and tested, and this is the first time that such a thing as losing memories has appeared.

After thinking about it, Chen Feng somewhat understood, Shanquan must have encountered an extremely terrifying thing last night, and the human brain instinctively forgot about it when dealing with this matter, because this incident was too stimulating for the brain.

"Looks like I'm going to have to figure it out on my own." Chen Feng shook his head with some disappointment, thinking that he could get what happened last night from Shanquan, but this was actually the result.

However, it can't be nothing, through the memory of Shanquan, Chen Feng has a deeper understanding of the Onmyoji, the group of Onmyoji is the same as the Taoist priests in China, and most of the cultivators can't escape from the world.

On the contrary, people like Shanquan who swagger in the world are all characters who can't get along in the sect, and usually help people subdue some ordinary lonely souls and wild ghosts, but they mix well in the world.

And those really strong onmyoji, not only proficient in runes and formations, but even stronger is able to double the potential of the gods under their hands, onmyoji is not a legend, at least in this world it is real

Onmyoji not only exists, but also has a fairly mature system, take Shikjin, Shikjin is divided into four levels, such as first-class, second-class, C-class, and D, and each level is divided into three levels: upper, middle and lower.

The Hungry Ghost of the Mountain Spring's Shikjin belongs to the middle of the Ding Rank, and can be the lowest Shikishami, and the vast majority of Onmyoji will never accept ghosts of this level as Shikkai, and most of them are used as fodder for other Shikkai.

According to Shanquan's memory, the sect master of his sect was in possession of a second-order ghost creature, which was said to be able to destroy a town in a short period of time

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