Dragon and Tiger Mountain, White Jade View.

"Uncle Shi, did you really tell them those things?"

Xuan Qingzi looked at Liu Chengfeng, who was counting the goods, and asked.

"Sooner or later, they'll find out."

"The secrets of the 'other side' are emerging little by little, in fact, there are some things that I have guessed about, but the more I think about it, the more I feel a chill in my back."

"Your master did not hesitate to fight for his life in order to seek the truth, but in the end, after learning the truth, he broke down and committed suicide."

Xuan Qingzi helped to count the goods needed, with a strong curiosity on his face.

"Uncle, our world ...... Is it really fake? ”

Liu Chengfeng shook his head and did not give a clear answer.

"Bai Yujing in the sky, five cities on the twelfth floor, the immortals touch my top, and I will be immortalized by my hair."

Xuan Qingzi smiled and said:

"Isn't this left by a poet of the Tang Dynasty?"

"And it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the question, does it?"

Liu Chengfeng's temperament is completely different from the hanger outside, and he looks extremely calm and serious from beginning to end, as if he is a different person.

"Senior nephew, since you were a child, you should have heard a lot of myths and legends, right?"

"Well, Master and many other uncles in the temple have told me, but those are all made up by the people......

"What if...... Are we also made up? ”

Xuan Qingzi was stunned, and a marble bracelet in his hand fell to the ground and fell to pieces.

"More and more details are already pointing to that point."

Liu Chengfeng spoke slowly, but firmly.

"The Shrine is a shrine."

"Every time the blood gates are opened, it's because the 'gods' have responded to them."

"To them, we are 'gods.'"

Xuan Qingzi retorted:

"Are we gods?"

"A fictional god?"

"But I didn't feel the power of God at all, but I was so pressed by the ghosts on the other side of the blood gate that I couldn't even breathe, where do we have the appearance of a god?"

Liu Chengfeng asked rhetorically:

"Can 'ghosts' casually hunt the natives of the world behind the Blood Gate?"

Xuan Qingzi nodded.

"Yes, as long as it is stronger than the natives there, it can kill them at will."

"Can the 'ghost' kill you casually?"

Xuan Qingzi was stunned.

"I ......"

Liu Chengfeng:

"You always subconsciously think that we are protected by the rules of the Blood Gate, but the Blood Gate has not even sheltered the aborigines on its own side, so how can it protect us outsiders?"

So, is it possible that the so-called 'protective rules' are actually part of 'us'? Is it our basic authority as 'God'? ”

"No matter how strong the ghost behind the Blood Gate is, as long as you don't trigger its killing laws, it won't be able to attack you."

"From this point of view, are you stronger than most of the natives of the Bloodgate?"

Xuan Qingzi's face was blank, and he nodded a little stiffly, and then he stared at the broken stone bracelet on the ground, and was silent for a long, long time.

Although his face was expressionless, his heart had already turned upside down......

If they are fictional "gods", then what does the world behind the blood gate need them to do?

…

When he opened his eyes, the bright light shook Ning Qiushui a little uncomfortable.

It took him a few seconds to get used to it.

I looked around, and it was in a classroom.

Overhead hung three rows of incandescent lamps, three in each row.

It was surrounded by students, and there were eight columns of six people in each row.

Bai Xiaoxiao was two positions behind the column to his right.

Each student's desk is stacked with thick books.

One of the most conspicuous is the student handbook.

On the podium, a middle-aged man dressed in black was sitting there, seemingly guarding his self-study.

He was dressed very formally and even had a tie in his belt.

Ning Qiushui's gaze quickly glanced at the wall of the blackboard behind the man.

Very clean.

It's so clean that there's only a chalkboard.

Not even a class schedule.

"What for, what for!"

It seemed that there were more students in the classroom who looked up and looked around, and the middle-aged man sitting on the podium noticed it and immediately patted the podium, and his voice was very stern.

"It's study time!"

"There's still 30 minutes until class ends, and you can't sit still?"

"Just like you, you still want to take the city exam?"

"To go out is to disgrace the face of our academy!"

"There are less than 100 days to take the city exam, have you forgotten the oath you made at the last oath meeting?"

"Hurry up and look down on me!"

"Afternoon math test, fail at your own risk!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly.

The students sitting below immediately buried their heads in the books.

Ning Qiushui also opened the book on his seat, but he didn't look at the math book, but looked through the student handbook for the first time.

What is recorded in this handbook is what really matters their life and death.

Flip through the manual, which records the dense rules.

Five of the rules are specifically outlined in red.

[1. Every exam in the college must not be under the passing line, otherwise the black house will be closed]

[7. Respect the teacher, you can't contradict the teacher during the academy, otherwise the small black house will be closed]

[9. Get along with each other, there should be no physical conflict with classmates in the college, once discovered, it will be dealt with immediately and seriously]

[11. Be sure to appear in your seat during class, and violators will be dealt with seriously]

[13. After school on non-Fridays, you can't leave school for any reason, and those who violate discipline will be dealt with seriously]

Of these five rules, two of them are locked up in a small black room, and the remaining three are dealt with seriously.

According to Ning Qiushui's personal feelings, most of the ones who have been seriously dealt with are directly gone, and the ghost weapon is estimated to be not easy to use.

And those who are locked up in a small black house may still have a chance of life.

With the previous experience of the Blood Gate, Ning Qiushui knew that the ghost weapon could not save their lives under any circumstances.

In the door of the lady in black, if the world in the painting of the little master disappears with the death of the little master, and they have not escaped from the world in the painting at that time, then no matter how many ghost weapons they have on their bodies, it will be useless.

Unless it's an extremely powerful ghost weapon.

But that kind of thing Ning Qiushui didn't have.

He took the rules to heart, and then opened the math book.

The book is densely packed with notes.

Ning Qiushui has always been very talented in learning or remembering things, after all, he is a veterinarian, and whenever a new patient appears, he needs to remember a lot of information.

This information is related to his life, and it is not necessary to be careless.

The things in the book are some simple math in junior high school, even if you haven't studied in a book, as long as you have a little logical thinking, you can learn it quickly.

About half an hour later, the bell for the end of class did not ring, but the middle-aged man sitting on the podium carefully looked at the watch in his hand, and then said to the students in the audience:

"Alright, class is over, hurry up and eat."

"After eating, come back and continue studying."

After he finished speaking, he was the first to leave the classroom.

At this time, Ning Qiushui suddenly realized a more interesting question.

- That is, not only is there no bell for the end of class in the classroom, but there is not even a clock!

pS: Good night!