Chapter 7: Mystery and Identity at the Table

I came to the school, according to the principal, every teacher in our school is one of the best onmyoji, as for how Teacher Liu was killed by ghosts, we don't know anything. This incident should not be the work of ghosts inside the school, but a ghost from outside entering our school, after all, the yin qi of our school is too heavy.

"Jingle bell!" The class bell rang, I hurriedly ran into the classroom, Mr. Han looked at me with sharp eyes in the classroom, I felt more terrifying than seeing a ghost, after all, man is a very terrifying creature, this kind of creature is ten thousand times more terrifying than everything in the world.

Teacher Han said in English, "Come in." ”

I stood outside the door a little bit blindfolded, because I didn't know what Teacher Han was talking about, I finally understood Teacher Han's intention after careful consideration, "You just wait for the English course!" "This time Teacher Han used Chinese, in fact, I am not afraid of the English college entrance examination, after all, I have never had a subject that is not suspended, how to say that I am also a veritable "scholar", naturally to be a "role model".

I swear that I will never give any teacher blessings on September 10th.

As soon as I came in, she said that as long as she took English class, then I would stand and listen, which was a little reward for me, a "top student".

I held the English book, looked at the English with my eyes, and had a feeling of collapse, how can I say it? I'm also an authentic Chinese citizen, how can I learn these unpopular languages? Actually, I know that I'm just soothing myself, but I feel that it works well, very well.

After all, those teachers have to put all their energy on the "pride of the sky", because the teachers think that they are the pillars of the motherland, and we are destined to be an unknown weed.

Since I was a child, I have long been accustomed to these snobbery, I know that people nowadays are greedy for vanity, and even some people are stupid to take drugs, thinking that drug use is something high.

Bao Lihao laughed at me a few times, Bao Lihao is very short, and cute, but he develops very fast, and now the hair on his body or there is very long, so long that I am daunted, so long that I tremble.

"Jingle bell!" The long-awaited bell for the end of class finally rang, and Mr. Han walked towards me, which really scared me, and I felt that something bad was about to happen.

Teacher Han smiled at me first, that smile was so charming, I felt that my soul was hooked.

Teacher Han said, "Yang Ze, the principal asked you to go to his office, and the principal is waiting for you!" You move a little faster. ”

I hurried to the principal's office, stumbling along the way, and almost fell, as soon as I entered the principal's office, I saw a familiar face that could not be the most familiar - Bao Lihao.

His presence undoubtedly scared me, like what? Hey? How am I running out of words?

Of course, there are also Lin Shaotian, Liu Xiaoxue, as for Li Tian? He's been tricked out so he didn't come here, and it's the last place I want to be.

The principal said: "I have all the people, I have one thing I want to tell you, in fact, my name is Bao Wenxi, I am Bao Lihao's father, in two years, I will retire, and I now want to give up the position of tomb keeper to my son." ”

Bao Lihao looked at me and said, "Yang... Yang Ze, are you an onmyoji? ”

I smiled and said, "Hehe, what's the matter, are you not convinced?" Why don't you try it out? ”

Bao Lihao waved his hand and said, "I'm too shallow, no, no." ”

I said, "Well, yes, the lad is very self-aware!" Not bad, yes, a malleable talent! ”

Lin Shaotian's evil hand pressed my head and said, "Stinky boy, people are tomb keepers, unlike you Taoist priests who know magic, people are just in charge of the ghosts of mass graves!" ”

I smiled, not wanting to talk too much nonsense.

The principal said, "There is a particularly important matter for you to do, and I hope you will participate." ”

I pointed at Liu Xiaoxue and said, "She doesn't know spells, and she's not an onmyoji." ”

The principal said, "Ahem, except for you, no one else knows yin and yang eyes, so I give everyone else a bottle of cow tears so that you can see ghosts!" ”

I know that Liu Xiaoxue must be very happy and very sad, because she is afraid of ghosts, very afraid, but she is especially curious, after all, curiosity kills cats.

Everyone dripped cow tears, walked out of the school gate, I silently recited "spirit", the hearse suddenly appeared in front of everyone, everyone because of the cow tears, so you can see the hearse, get on the car, Bao Li Hao said to me: "Yang Ze, are these things ghosts?" ”

I didn't speak, but nodded, Bao Lihao looked around, it was eerie, but he knew that he was not in danger, so his expression relaxed a lot.

Liu Xiaoxue leaned against Lin Shaotian tightly, which made me very jealous, and I especially disliked Bao Li Hao, a young man and a tomb keeper, so he was afraid of ghosts? What a surprise to me!

When the driver spoke, "Master, there is a lot of yin here, you must be cautious!" ”

I nodded and got out of the car.

It's only half past three now, and this place is a small village called East Village, which is more than ten kilometers away from City A!

I look at the scenery here, it doesn't look like some barren land, right?

There are only three or four hundred people in this village, all surnamed Zhao, and some people are married, not surnamed Zhao, but have surnames or anything, but most of them are surnamed Zhao.

The village chief of this village is called Zhao Gangjing, and I feel that the name is a little strange, and I can't say how strange it is, anyway, it feels weird.

Zhao Gangjing treated us warmly, it was already seven o'clock when we were full of food and drink, at this time the night was shrouded, we casually found an inn, showed our ID cards, and opened two rooms, Lin Shaotian and Liu Xiaoxue lived, I lived with Bao Lihao, I really wanted to cry, why didn't I live with Liu Xiaoxue? It's too much of a deception!

I didn't talk nonsense, the owner was a big fat guy and very approachable, and we became good friends in a short time.

According to the small talk, his real name is Zhao Xiong, and he is a native of the local area, and he said that they have died here, but I believe it, and I am convinced, after all, the principal must have his reason for letting us come here.

Suddenly, a white light flashed outside.