Meixiang Culture High School, Art Hall.

More than a dozen rows of bright red plastic seats are distributed in a semicircle, forming a semicircle around the stage curtain.

The curtain was dark red, and the curtains fell to the ground like a curtain, and the folds were covered with ash.

Zhenjun snapped his fingers and closed the ochre-red wooden gate, and a large area of ash fell.

It seems like no one has been here for a long time.

The darkness was squirming, and every now and then shadows passed by.

Clearly, this has become a paradise for certain creatures.

Luo Fu wrapped his mental strength, blew hard, scraped off the ashes on the judges' seat, and sat there with a big smile, showing a leadership posture.

"The No. 444 bus incident has been going on for a year since it happened. Didn't ask anyone else to come over during this period? ”

He pressed the wireless earphone in his left hand and asked the teacher of the school's security department as if chatting.

"Our school can provide relatively few contribution points, and senior card teachers can't look down on it, and it's weak...... The young card master who is still relatively young can't solve it. ”

"Missing the golden January after the mission was released, a large number of new and strange things pressed on us, and our old problem was quickly ignored."

"The leaders of our school originally intended to use personal connections to solve this problem."

"But ......"

"But you quickly got to grips with the 444 bus and found that nothing would happen as long as you adjusted the student schedule and the staff schedule slightly. So it has been delayed until today. Is that right? Luo Fu asked.

“…… Right. ”

The young male teacher on the other end of the phone saw that Luo Fu didn't have any arrogance, and his attitude was more casual:

"This time, there is also a big man surnamed Luo who mentioned the matter of the 444 bus to a certain plan, and our school has the honor to wait for you."

"Big man......" Luo Fu smiled meaninglessly.

At this time, a picture suddenly came from the semi-open roof of the school's main teaching building, Mazu Niangniang, who was responsible for handling emergencies.

Resembling the black, white and gray granular texture of an old projector, a rusty, mud-stained bus emits black smoke and floats into the air.

Bang –

There was a very soft knock on the door.

The ochre gate shook slightly.

More than two dozen pale students, wrapped in water-soaked school uniforms, lined up, bowed their heads, and entered through the door.

Entering the door, they automatically formed two teams, dragging a water stain and drifting to the backstage.

Luo Fu glanced to the left and right a few times, and quickly realized that this should be a small regular scene.

It's best not to act rashly.

I looked down at the screen of the communication card, the communication section, and the contact interface with the note "Brother Xiao" was displayed to dial.

Quickly raise his eyes, put the communication card in his pocket, and wait for the show to begin.

Four minutes later, with a "click" pulley turning, the curtain slowly started, and all the lights in the stadium were extinguished.

There are only two large xenon lamps left, casting cold pillars of blue and white light onto the stage, illuminating every iron-blue face entangled in resentment and pain.

The show begins.

Golden cardboard cut into the shape of a bush of grass is placed diagonally on the stage.

The old projector starts on its own, and it projects a view of Kurosu that matches the inherent impression.

Herds of bison and zebras swept through the low hills, with a few acacia trees standing along the way.

The gloomy and eerie female voice tells the background of the story sentence by sentence:

The king of the Macella steppes, Golden Sands the Lion, wants to raise his son Kuba to be a worthy heir, unaware that his younger brother Scar is secretly coveting his kingship.

Finally, in an elaborate arrangement, Scar succeeds in killing Jinsha and pushes everything onto the lion cub Kuba, forcing him to leave his hometown.

This is where the stage play begins.

On the stage, a short boy wears a lion holster, and as a lion cub, he gets acquainted with the meerkat Bingman and the warthog Dongdong.

It grows up, takes risks, and finally reunites with her childhood sweetheart, Nana, the lioness, and decides to reclaim the throne that rightfully belongs to her......

An hour flies.

Luo Fu sat in the judges' seat, holding tomato and potato chips in his hand, watching with relish.

It's a pity that good times are always short-lived.

This child-oriented story has finally come to an end.

The adult Kuba, played by a tall and strong boy, re-stands on the land of the Massella steppe.

At this point, the dynamic background of the stage play is no longer as full of life as it used to be.

Dancing flames dominated the grasslands, and thousands of animals ran in mourning.

Adult Kuba's eyes climbed over the hills with determination.

Finally meet his uncle and father-killer, Lion Scar!

Thereupon......

In Luo Fu's sight, a terrifying ghost lion formed by the resentment of the dead slowly stepped onto the stage.

Its flying mane was woven from wet strands of dead human hair, its black pupils reflected dozens of twisted human forms, and more than two dozen painful human faces were distributed on both sides of its huge body.

With every step, the art hall shook wildly, and the venue sank faintly.

Finally......

Roar!!!

A wicked, soul-piercing roar resounded through the night sky, and audible sound waves surged out in all directions.

The man stood up, but still less than the height of the scar's knee, and Kuba was swallowed in one gulp.

The scarred lion's strange aura also reached its peak at this time.

July 24, early morning, 1:44 a.m.

The sky was blue, deep and dark.

The stage made of iron plates collapsed, and the ghost lion nearly two stories high swooped down towards Luofu.

The stinking wind blows like a knife.

More than two dozen black shadows rushed out of the ghost lion's tumor and pimple-like muscles, exposing only the upper half of his body, and reached out to grab Luo Fu.

The ghost lion roared again.

The sound rolls up.

At the same moment, the bronzing streamer swirled.

Skill [Mountain Opening Axe] is activated!

The abstract sound was chopped into thousands of thin strips, escaping to both sides, smashing large pieces of plastic red chairs to pieces.

"Zhenjun!"

Luo Fu called in his heart.

A soft "um" is in response.

Zhenjun's right foot stabbed into the ground, his left leg was tense vertically, and his arms covered by a loose goose yellow robe were surging with muscles, smooth as a sculpture.

The three-pointed knife is thrown as a javelin!

Spinning, speed, dust.

From the bloody mouth of the ghost lion, it broke out like a missile!

Time and space suddenly froze.

The huge body of the ghost lion paused in the air, like a sculpture.

Finally, with a crisp pop, the furious river-covered dragon shattered its spine, and its steely muscles shattered in an instant.

At this time, Zhenjun had already dragged the afterimage and stood on the ruins of the stage with one hand under the long-range reinforcement of the hundred ghost flags that appeared at an unknown time and Mazu.

The three-pointed, two-edged knife that spun forward at a rapid speed was firmly grasped by his free hand.

The ghost lion's broken body fell to the ground with a bang.

A translucent gelatinous substance emerged from its body and flew into the night sky behind the turquoise glass.

Zhenjun didn't stop him, and his soft gaze drifted into the distance with them.

Luo Fu held the Hundred Ghost Flags and provoked the remnants of the ghost lion from afar.

Lost by something, the terrifying body quickly revealed its original form: a large, custom-made holster mechanism.

The rich black gas flowed to the ground like a liquid, snorting and corroding.

Luo Fu, who had protected himself tightly, watched this scene from afar.

The ghost lion roared not long ago, and the strange sound waves visible to the naked eye rushed straight to his soul body, but he was casually split by Zhenjun, and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.