The light poured down from the Holy Lion Mountain, flowing with a glittering silver color, thick like a brilliance that cannot be washed away by mercury. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

This lion-shaped sacred mountain lies horizontally in this world, and the layers of flowing clouds above it are stacked on top of each other, forming an unbreakable line.

Stop and gaze, and there is nothing left in your eyes but this mountain, and what plunders all eyes is the majestic complex where the lion's mouth opens, and it has a terrifying name - the School of the Dead.

As always, it is integrated with the snow-white Holy Lion Mountain, because this Academy of the Dead is also white, but it is different from the nature of the Holy Lion Mountain, and the carefully carved Academy of the Dead interprets the Oriental sentence "Although it is made by someone, it is like the opening of the sky" to the fullest, and it is like the original shape of the ancient Oriental world seen by the yang marrow in the relics of the picture.

From the lion's mouth from top to bottom is the staircase that goes straight down, about carved from white jade, but stepping on it is like stepping on cotton, which is unusually soft.

In the irregularly shaped huge square in front of the academy, there is a memorial arch in the middle, and the four characters "Dead Academy" are written on the archway with ghost runes. The word seems to have life dancing on the archway. In the middle of the archway, there is a huge word, which is like a dancing girl dancing with her sleeves, attracting the attention of the masculine.

"What does that ghost rune mean?", Yang Marrow asked, pointing to the most prominent word the moment he followed Madame Cui Li to the square.

"Shhhhh "Madame Cuili is unusually cautious.

Yang Pi hurriedly lowered his volume, and as far as he could see, the vast and boundless square was empty and deserted. There is no hustle and bustle of the school in the world, but it is as deserted as a cemetery.

Mrs. Cui Li stopped abruptly and stopped the penis with her cane. The tips of the eyebrows were almost twisted together, and there was an aggressive chill in their eyes, and both of them stiffened and did not move.

The pupils of the yang marrow widened more and more, and he could feel, yes, the unusual air currents around him, and he was not using his senses, but with his whole body to experience, something flowing around him, or something unusual around him, a real feeling that could not be seen with the naked eye.

The air currents passing by in all directions are so real that the yang marrow subconsciously looks around.

"Keep your head down, don't move, we're blocking someone else's 'track'. Mrs. Cui Li reminded in a low voice, and her unusually cautious posture made the whole body of the guy who was used to wandering in the world like Yang Pi unhappy.

He has no parents since he was a child, so he naturally does not have the experience of being restrained and disciplined, but he is not an idiot at the moment, and the unusual atmosphere here reminds him that caution is the best.

After pausing for a moment, Yang Pi was clearly aware of the sudden feeling of oppression around him, a powerful air flow may be a force sweeping in front of his eyes, and he did not dare to exhale from the squeeze of that force, as if any disturbing move was really a sin.

The huge sense of oppression swept away, but it seemed to have gone through a long time, at the moment when he was about to leave, the yang pith was really frightened, he clearly saw a pair of eyes, a pair of illusory and real eyes glanced at him, a glance can make him tremble, knees tremble in disobedience, until after a "click", the yang pith knelt straight on the ground. His upper body was like a reed swaying in a trembling tremble, and his eyes were full of the picture of those eyes.

Whose eyes were that? There was only this questioning sentence in his mind, and the penis didn't even hear the voice of Madame Trili calling him.

"Little ghost, little ghost-" Lady Cui Li, looking at the trembling appearance of the penis on the kneeling ground, her heart was mixed, and it was the trajectory of the nobles who walked past their invisible eyes. According to common sense, the nobleman would not easily appear on the trajectory of the journey, and she did not know what the phallus had seen. But in the dark, she knew that the spirit affected by the nobles' powerful courage must have affected the soul of the yang marrow.

Yang Mian looks like he has lost his soul at the moment, and I'm afraid he will have to wait for some time to regain his consciousness.

Stripped by the fog in front of him, the world that crossed the various colors of light was suddenly stared at by countless pairs of eyes, and the yang marrow felt his own insignificance for the first time. And those eyes seemed to see through his soul, and this feeling of being judged made the yang so frightened that he wanted to vomit.

"Woo-evil" It is true that the yang marrow did vomit, but he suddenly woke up from the psychedelic state, and Mrs. Cui Li saw that he had made such an indecent act in this holy place, and hurriedly opened the giant cloak he was carrying, and covered the whole yang marrow.

What a stinky boy who dragged his feet, since the establishment of this Academy of the Dead, it seems that no daring undead has dared to vomit and defile the Holy Land here.

Madame Cui Li let out a long sigh and glanced at the Yang Pi who was being transferred to another dimension by the cloak, which really annoyed her, but what made her feel even more terrified was that the appearance in front of the Yang Pi was by no means an ordinary nobleman, and she had gotten into trouble before she entered school, how should she explain to Fernans.

As soon as he pulled off the cloak, the yang pith showed his head, as if he had regained his freedom, and the yang pith shook his head, his eyes were still confused, "I'm sorry madam, I'm causing you trouble again!"

Yang Pi was really sorry, he clearly understood the inseparable relationship between Lady Cui Li and him as a guardian.

From childhood to adulthood until the moment he was just now, he seemed to finally know what he was really afraid of, the kind of hesitation that was seen through but could not escape.

Yang Ji staggered up from the ground, and smirked unnaturally at Mrs. Cui Li, "Madam, we can go on our way." ”

The doors of the Academy of the Dead are always open, carved in relief as if to tell the history of the temple, and the salt crystal gates glitter and ripple with water.

Yang Pi stepped into the door of the Academy of the Dead before Lady Cui Li, and the sight in front of him made him question his judgment again. It turned out that the hall was already overcrowded. It's just that there was only deathly silence in this overcrowded hall.

The crowd was surprisingly eerie but exceptionally distinct, and could be basically divided into those in suits and those in elaborate robes with veils. The group of people in white robes basically stood on the right side of the turquoise paved road in the middle, while those in suits basically stood on the left.

Under the strong contrast, Yang Pi consciously stood at the back of the crowd on the left.

Looking back at the gate, an even more strange scene appeared, from the gate it was clear that there was no track of the crowd coming in, but there was a steady stream of all kinds of people as if they appeared out of thin air.

Mrs. Cui Li stepped on the instep of the marrow with her foot, and this time finally shifted the marrow's eyes to the three-story platform at the front of the crowd.

Although he grinned when he was stepped on, the yang pulp couldn't make a sound, and he expected that it must be Mrs. Cui Li who had some kind of spell, and he was indignant in his heart.

The floor of the hall is smooth as a mirror, except for the turquoise paving in the middle that leads to the platform, which is the only color in the entire space. Other than that, only monotonous black and white remain.

On the walls are countless sculptures of figures, but each one is an open arm as if embracing something.

The hollow nine-pointed dome above the head is even more breathtaking, countless bubble round circles of light are floating, in addition to the most common characteristic ghost runes in the underworld, white ghost runes float in every corner of the dome, suddenly upward, suddenly falling, the yang pith can even slightly raise its arm to touch the living words.

The white female figure sculpture is beautiful and without a single blemish.

Yang Pi caught a glimpse of a statue of a goddess protruding from the wall closest to him, the goddess seemed to be smiling, and her eyes were also gentle, so real, Yang Pi was fascinated and almost kissed it.

His inferior and unproductive behavior naturally brought the white eyes of Mrs. Cui Li, and he stuck out his tongue in embarrassment, and he also felt shameless for his low-level performance.

Standing honestly, everyone seemed to be waiting for something.

"What class are you from? Are you also a freshman?" A subtle voice came from his ears, and the yang marrow thought it was his own delusion!

Ignored, until the sleeve of his shirt was pulled and the pistol immediately lowered his head, and then he saw a little boy standing next to him, almost just under his ribs, looking at him with his head held high.

Yang Pi usually hates children the most, and even the group of little rabbits in the neighborhood used to say that he was a wild boy in the garbage heap every day, so he beat those little ghosts a lot. Others say that he bullies the small with the big, but he likes to bully the small with the big. Naturally, he is particularly disgusted with children.

But the little boy next to him didn't know whether he was alive or dead and answered with Yang Pi, seeing that Yang Pi ignored him, he didn't get angry, and said to himself, "I'm from the junior class of martial artists and the 'Yimilan' class, what about you? It won't be 'Wu Ruiluo', that's the class of the Warriors, to be honest, I don't want to fight and kill at all, how boring, my dad has to let me join the martial arts, I always wanted to be a painter when I was alive." ”

Before his death, Yang Pi automatically ignored the others, and only collected words that were useful to him from the mouth of this little ghost.

"Do you know how you died?" Yang Pio's sudden question made the little boy's eyes widen with great joy and excitement.

Only then did Yang Mian see clearly that this little ghost was also a yellow person, with black hair and black eyes, and there was a long-lost innocence in his eyes, and he looked at him happily.

"Hee-hee-hee. The little boy was very excited about Yang Neng suddenly speaking to him, "My dad and I went out to sea to fish, but we got caught in a storm and drowned together. ”

Yang Pi was made to cry and laugh by this bloody plot, but the most troublesome thing for him, this little ghost didn't seem to care about the cause of his death, and was looking at him intently and smirking.

"How did you know the cause of your death?" the marrow looked away and continued to speak coldly.

"It was the yin and yang officials in charge of our city who told me, but they also said that I had taken a great fortune! Then my father and I were taken to Beidou Street in the thirteenth district of the underworld, and I will take you to my house to play when the holidays are over!" The boy was very enthusiastic, and his yang marrow boredom finally relaxed in the face of such innocence.

"What's your name?"

"Eugene. ”