PS: I've been so busy at work lately!

"What's going on?"

"What's going on?"

Many students fled to the outside, but when they reacted, they suddenly found that they had returned to the same place.

Obviously, the school gate is close at hand, but it is like the end of the world, no matter how you run, you can't get out, obviously you have stepped out of the school gate, but it appears strangely in the same place.

Pedestrians outside one after another, but they don't seem to be able to see the scene on campus.

Separated by a door, there are two opposite scenes, people come and go outside, bustling and unusual, but inside is a deathly silence, someone tries to take out their mobile phone to make a call, but there is no signal.

In short, everything is normal outside, but inside the campus seems to be isolated from the world, full of eerie horror, a desperate thing, breeding in the hearts of many students and teachers.

"Ghost hits the wall!"

Speculation and fear emerged in the minds of many students.

Fortunately, although they could not go out, there was no other situation, and although everyone was afraid, they did not panic.

The ghost should be afraid of the sun's rays and hide, but he doesn't know what kind of means to cast, and he actually forms a spell that hits the wall.

Many frightened students, gathered together, and wandered around the campus in an attempt to find a way out.

Fortunately, at the same time as the fear, there was an astonishing and exciting news that this year's freshmen had a man named Xiao Chen, and there was a master with great powers, who would definitely sense the great changes in Jiangcheng University and come to rescue them.

"Xiao Chen, are you really sure?"

Hong Zhennan asked Xiao Chen, his words were full of expectation, the situation of Jiangcheng University, he had no way to do it,

I hope that people outside can find out about the situation of Jiangcheng University and come to the rescue in time. But I am deeply afraid that people from outside will fall into the campus, just like them.

couldn't help pinning his hopes on the powerful master in Xiao Chen's mouth, staring at Xiao Chen with dead eyes, full of anticipation and nervousness, for fear that no words would come out of the other party's mouth.

"Of course, Master Gong has great powers and will definitely come to our rescue. It's just a little ghost, a ghost hitting the wall, how can you be sad for the old man. ”

Fortunately, Xiao Chen believed in Zhang Tiandao very much, or blindly believed, and said directly and affirmatively.

"Good! That's good!"

Hong Zhennan looked at Xiao Chen's expression of great confidence, his hanging heart was slightly lowered, and he said happily.

Of course, Wang Ziming and other college leaders were not idle, and some people were assigned to appease the students. The other part was led by Wang Ziming and walked towards the school library.

Ready to look at the history of the school, they don't believe that the great change in the school is caused by a pen fairy drama, and in their minds the pen fairy may just be the fuse.

After a look, they really found something, Jiangcheng University can be said to have a long history, it already existed in the Qing Dynasty, of course, it is not called Jiangcheng University.

The Ming Dynasty and the Qing Dynasty alternated, and the war was incomparable. Hundreds of people died tragically, and this place is a mass grave, surrounded by yin and evil all year round

If a living person enters it, he will be delirious or insane. or death,

According to the school's historical records, a strange man passed by and instructed the villagers to establish a private school here, relying on the sage's classics. Righteous qi in the chest is suppressed,

Later, the private school was established, full of poetry, the voice of the Holy Confucian, the students sang to the ground every day, and buried the copied ceremony deep underground, and sure enough, everything was safe, and there were no supernatural events.

This practice became a tradition, and later science and technology developed, no one believed in ghosts, and the tradition was abandoned and forgotten.

But they didn't know that it was because of this that the ghosts below were causing chaos again.

Because of the alternation of the Ming and Qing dynasties, Jiangcheng formed a chaotic hiding post, and there were countless unjust souls.

But it was not forcibly suppressed, causing the unjust souls to forcibly rebound, the ghosts broke their hearts, the resentment was overwhelming, and after the science and technology were rampant, there was no more ghosts and gods, and the repression was gradually canceled.

Thousands of resentful ghosts were inadvertently awakened by the eight women, and now the resentment accumulated for a hundred years is surging, enveloping the entire Jiangcheng University, forming a ghost wall, does the host accept the task?

When is the time for retribution, resolve the evil and turn the ghost into a ghost, the mission fails: the apprentice Sun Xiao Chen dies, the mission is successful: the martial arts world lottery is rewarded once!"

Zhang Tiandao was asleep, and suddenly his mind sounded the prompt sound of the system, and he was awakened instantly, and after checking it, his face suddenly became gloomy, his eyes flashed with madness, and he said in a cold voice: "System! Get out! Buddha hates other people's threats the most!"

"Ding! Warm reminder dormitory apprentice Sun is a freshman at Jiangcheng University and is in Jiangcheng University!"

The system was silent for a long time, and then said, although it did not apologize, but could explain what the punishment for the failure of the mission was.

"System! I'm sorry! Damn! Didn't you say earlier that the grandson of the Buddha's founding disciple had just come down the mountain, and he was in a life and death crisis, is this the treatment of the protagonist?"

After Zhang Tiandao heard the explanation, his face showed embarrassment, knowing that he had misunderstood the system, a good monk could bend and stretch, and if there was a mistake, he would change it.

Although he knew that the system was set up by him only intelligently and without emotion, he still apologized, because it was about the heart and quality.

Then Zhang Tiandao let out a strange scream, and the mental communication system wanted to know the details of the mission, after all, it was related to the life and death of the great disciple of the mountain.

However, the system only informed the task, and there was no other information, Zhang Tiandao frowned, the strength of the thousand resentful ghosts was obviously not low, and they were able to block Jiangcheng University.

Zhang Tiandao had no way to do this at this time, he was anxious in his heart, his realm was still low, and now he was only in contact with martial arts. Supernatural, fantasy, fairy tales and other high-level things, there is no contact at all,

Demons and demons, ghosts, and spells, and even more not, a ghost can deal with it, thousands of hundred-year-old ghosts, I'm afraid you don't need him to surrender, you can directly surrender him,

"Huh! For the grandson of the poor monk's founding disciple, the Buddha is also fighting!"

Then Zhang Tiandao's eyes flashed, he exhaled deeply in his mouth, and decided to gamble, but he was really helpless, there were a lot of things exchanged for more than 7,000 points.

But the realm limits what can be exchanged, but it is too little, with limitations, the mental communication system, take out a thing, it is the permanent residence of the random world.

decided to gamble, winning is a beautiful situation, losing, Xiao Chen died, of course, after failure, whether Zhang Tiandao will save Xiao Chen is an unknown question,

"System! Use Random World Permanent Residency!"

Zhang Tiandao said to the system in a deep voice, his eyes looked around, full of nostalgia, he didn't expect that he had just returned and was going to leave again.

However, for the sake of Xiao Chen's life, everything is worth it, if even the disciples can't protect him, how can he talk about establishing a sect!

(To be continued.) )