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Empty and silent.

The building seemed to lose its life and become lifeless in a moment.

"These people are running too fast," Zheng Qing muttered as he looked at the empty corridor in front of him.

His voice was unusually clear in the quiet hallway.

No one answered.

The ghosts that hovered the school building made a crying whimper behind the walls, occasionally coming out through the walls, scraping off a few strands of body from the wall, leaving traces in the air. It looks milky white and hazy, like a window with frozen flowers in winter, and like a mist steaming from the surface of Linzhong Lake in the early morning.

Whispers were heard from time to time between the tall portraits hanging on either side of the corridor. Those idols whose bodies have long been decayed and who only have a trace of spirit to live on, with a trace of thought in people's hearts, survived. Although he still retains some thinking ability, the truly wise soul is long gone.

Same with ghosts.

Because of the influence of obsession, the portraits in these wooden frames will always turn into old ladies with broken mouths in the dead of night, muttering to the empty corridor about their past glory.

The voices upset the young wizards.

"Hold back your cry!" Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it, clenched his fists, and slammed against the dusty wall, making a dull thumping sound.

The ghosts seemed startled, burping their miserable sobs, and the idols in the frame stopped whispering and looked at the irascible young wizard in surprise.

Then, they were enraged.

It looks like a dam that has just been washed away by a flood, and it looks like a hornet's nest that has been poked to the ground by a bamboo pole.

The counterattack of these remnants of the mind body erupted in an even more violent way.

Roars, roars, and screams of ghosts and wolves, accompanied by creepy negativity, quickly spread through the secluded corridors.

For a while, Zheng Qing seemed to be pulled into a ghost movie.

A chilly air came from an unknown place, licking their necks, earlobes, and ankles, and the cries of ghosts came from all directions, making their hearts even more unsettling.

Every now and then, a few ghosts would hang their tongues and roll their eyes and hang abruptly from the ceiling, scaring the team of freshmen half to death.

Zhang Jixin seemed to understand that he was in trouble, and with his fist gloves, he rushed to the front of the team without saying a word, opening the way for everyone.

Zheng Qing held a pile of talisman paper in his hand, and the shiny black donkey's hooves around his neck, and cautiously followed the team to press the formation for everyone.

Even the fat man Xin, who has always been nervous and out-of-the-box, obediently kept quiet in this atmosphere.

It was only when I walked out of the door of the bishop's building and into the bright sunlight that the howls of those longing bodies gradually faded away.

The slightly oppressive atmosphere in the team was finally relieved.

"I just said that the school is used to them. Zhang Jixin turned his head and glared at the gloomy bishop's building, and said angrily: "How can we let the souls of a group of dead people stay in the place where we are in class?"

"It's true, it's not good for Feng Shui. The fat man added with affection.

"You guys are standard racist...... Ghosts are not the souls of dead people, they belong to a special life form. Duan Xiaojian corrected dryly in the ranks: "As one of the five major races of the Moon Council, the ghosts also have a seat on the upper council...... If the reporter of the "Beta Post" knows about your statement, it is time to write an article to criticize the teaching philosophy of Jiuyou College. ”

"As if who cares. Zhang Jixin hummed, but finally closed his mouth and did not continue to speak disrespectfully.

"I think they're just scaring us," Zheng Qing finally came back to his senses and reminded, "It took us about five minutes to run from the deepest part of the second floor to the outside of the teaching building...... If those ghosts were really going to do something, maybe we'd still be spinning the stairwell right now. ”

"You mean ghosts hit the wall?" Duan Xiaojian leaned over with great interest: "I know that old ghosts are particularly fond of this kind of trick to confuse people, but I have never encountered ...... You're a public scholarship student, so you've seen it, right? ”

Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, laughed dryly, and did not answer.

"Actually, I always wanted to ask just now," Fat Xin pinched his chin and looked at Xiao Xiao with a heavy face: "Dr. Xiao, you asked Mr. Sima in class...... Do you have that problem with your husband?"

"Still need to ask?" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly raised seven or eight degrees, and he exclaimed, "Of course it's 'My Fair Lady, Gentleman is good'." ”

His voice was so loud in the small square that even faint echoes could be heard.

Xiao Xiao was originally walking silently in the team with a notebook and a straight face, but at this moment, he suddenly stopped.

"Do you feel that there are fewer people around you?" his eyebrows raised high, and his expression was a little puzzled: "Where did everyone run away at noon?"

"Class is over, of course the school building is empty...... Don't change the topic!" Fat Xin grabbed Xiao Xiao's shoulders and asked with a tough attitude: "You make it clear first, what is the purpose of asking Sima Da Meinu that question!"

Xiao Xiao glanced at him, lifted his glasses, and did not answer.

"It seems that there are really a lot fewer people. Zheng Qing squinted his eyes and shook his somewhat drowsy head.

Although it is autumn now, the majesty of the autumn tiger is not bad at all, and the sun at noon is still very hot.

The dazzling light penetrated the thin clouds and fell to the ground without concealment.

"Maybe it's because it's too hot?" Fat Xin finally let go of Xiao Xiao's robe, turned his head, looked around suspiciously, and guessed: "On a hot day, who wants to stay outside!"

"Why didn't anyone give an opinion......" Duan Xiaojian stuck out his tongue, drooped his shoulders, and his already somewhat hunched back became even more curved: "The astrological supervisor has simulated the climate too much, right...... That's pretty much it. ”

"Well, it's not winter yet. Zhang Jixin put away his fist gloves and wrinkled his nose disdainfully: "Listen to my brother, those guys who care about the climate like to have a blizzard every three or five times in winter." When the time comes, you go to class in a heavy snowstorm, don't be too sour!"

A few people complained about the school's various hell-proof rules and regulations, and at the same time, under the scorching sun, they walked towards Linzhong Lake.

Xiao Xiao walked in the line and didn't speak, but the expression on his face became more and more serious.

Zheng Qing knew the reason why he kept a straight face.

The small square in front of the bishop's building was really empty.

Even the benches under the tall ferns at the edge of the square did not sit on them, I and my young witches and wizards.

This is rather abnormal.

The others soon noticed the strange message flowing through the air.

Zhang Jixin, who has always been the most courageous and doesn't care about anything, also became a little uneasy at this time.

"Whether it was the school that sent some special notice, we didn't notice. Zheng Qing licked his dry lips.