Mo Qingfeng was indeed very excited.

His sword has killed people, killed tigers, crocodiles and other fierce beasts, but has not yet killed ghosts.

Ghosts are such mysterious existences, he has always believed in them, since he was a child, he heard his father say that his father had seen the mage shoot with his own eyes, mysterious and strange.

When he was young, in order to satisfy his curiosity, he once went to the mass grave alone to spend the night, and once urinated and scolded in the middle of the night in front of the grave of the newly deceased.

It was also at that time that he had a desire to find the Dao Dharma in his heart.

He was wondering, if there is a Dao, can people cultivate during their lifetime, and they can also do it after death, and truly exist forever in heaven and earth?

Now, the ghost is coming, in addition to satisfying his former curiosity, but also taking the first step for his future path, how can he not be excited?

According to folk legends, when people gather, anger can frighten evil spirits.

Killing pigs, knives, slaughtering knives, old butchers, etc., are extremely murderous and can suppress hundreds of ghosts.

Through the behavior of the Su family, these two points have been proven.

And his anger, more than a hundred people, his sword, out of the sheath, can directly scare a mouse a few meters away with a murderous aura.

Mo Qingfeng's grip on the sword became tighter and tighter, his breathing was tight, and the breath in his body was extremely restrained, reducing his own anger to a minimum, if there was a martial arts master here, he would have condensed his own breath to such an extent, and his qi and blood seemed to be even lower than that of ordinary people. Moreover, it is still changing, rapidly, like a seriously ill and dying person, and at the same time, the body sitting cross-legged is also slightly rickety.

Here it comes!

In this large living room, all the doors and windows are closed, the curtains are closed, and no flowing air can come in.

At this time, the candle flame on the coffee table, the weak flame suddenly fluttered. The curtains in the living room swayed slowly, and a cold atmosphere shrouded in.

Mo Qingfeng's left ear moved.

The Su family was extremely nervous, nervous to the extreme, their bodies trembled and leaned close to each other, they kept watch for a few nights, this time, is it finally coming?

Call!

Suddenly, the candles went out, the curtains fluttered, and the things in the living room moved strangely.

Stomp, stomp!

There was a sound of footsteps, as if coming from all directions, striking people's hearts.

Su Dingguo and the others covered each other's mouths and didn't dare to make a sound, in this darkness, a pair of eyes stared at the boss, they felt that the cold pierced into the bone marrow, and the air around them was humid, as if there were hellish demons crawling out and surrounding them with the humidity of hell.

They will not be able to breathe, and they will gasp for breath as if death comes.

In an instant, the living room seemed to change.

Though it was still pitch black,

However, in the distance, three blood shadows floated over, and the length of the living room was not that far at all.

It was as if they had seen a smirk, heard the soul sound, and the red shadow flashed and pounced.

This moment is thrilling and heartbreaking.

Mo Qingfeng suddenly moved, "Ben Shao is here, how dare he be presumptuous!"

He stood up with a sigh, the sword was unsheathed, and the qi and blood that were condensed all over his body spread out, and the powerful aura was like the warm sun in the cold winter, and then the sword slashed away, and his body turned into an afterimage through the red shadow.

At that moment, it was as if a scream of an assassinating soul sounded, and then, everything returned to calm, and the cold receded.

In the dark, the Su family blinked their eyes, and it took a long time to let out a breath of air.

Mo Qingfeng's apprentice turned on the light and ran over with a white face, "Master!"

"Mr. Mo, how is it?" Su Dingguo and several people surrounded him, the cold sweat on his forehead was dense, his face was pale, and his lips trembled.

"Don't worry, that thing shouldn't come out for a while, you can start doing what I told you yesterday. ”

Then, Mo Qingfeng turned around and went directly into his room.

"Master!" the apprentice followed.

"You go out. Mo Qingfeng sat on the bed, his face turned blue sharply, the green tendons like black earthworms on his neck were bulging, and the yin qi in his body was turbulent.

At that moment just now, if an ordinary person dies on the spot, he needs to be recuperated.

The ghosts are so weird, and the mystery of the path should also be.

This increased the urgency in his heart.

In the past few days, he has not been idle, investigating some things, and every time he goes to a place, he is used to figuring out the structure of the forces and characters in that place.

A cultivator can't be easily provoked, he has to know enough, he has enough touchstones, and there are a lot of forces that Huaishan City can use.

The apprentice withdrew and said, "My master has some understanding, don't disturb me." ”

The Su family nodded, and Su Dingguo's eyes flashed coldly.

What Mo Qingfeng confessed, even if they didn't confess, they had to do it, and no one in Huaishan City could mess with their Su family.

Su Yun said, "Dad, Yiren Enterprise wants to launch a new product, and the materials come from Huaijiang Enterprises..."

......

November 8, 2018.

Thursday.

It's the 13th day since Lu Dongfang returned.

Outside the window, Lu Dongfang woke up from immersion.

Lu Wanwan was used to getting up early, and came early to see if her brother was awake, and shouted in surprise, "You're awake, brother!"

"I'll cook for you!" so he happily went to get a few catties of snake meat.

Lu Dongfang ate some, and finally she finished eating it herself, and she was a little tired of eating snake meat for a few days.

"Wanwan, I'll send you to school. ”

"Okay!" Lu Wanwan nodded, looking forward to it, after staying at home for several days, she really wanted to go to a new school.

Lu Dongfang prepared 100,000 cash for her to put in a storage bag, as well as a few sticks of ginseng, she could buy what she wanted to eat by herself, and cook it with ginseng.

At seven or eight o'clock in the morning, at the gate of Huaishan No. 1 High School, a student and teacher entered, and Lu Dongfang sent her here.

As for the registration and other things, she can do it herself, and her sister has to protect her, and at the same time let her be independent.

Today, Lu Wanwan wore her favorite clothes.

A big red sweater jacket, a black autumn shirt, tanuki cat coat-colored pants, small white shoes, carrying an old schoolbag from the past, walked to the door and turned around and waved to Lu Dongfang with a smile.

Lu Dongfang smiled, looked at the school and sighed in his heart, at the beginning, he and Yiluo went to high school here, but the appearance of this school has changed too much.

......

In the first class of high school, Lu Wanwan introduced herself on the podium, "Hello everyone, my name is Lu Wanwan!"

The eyes of the whole class fell on Lu Wanwan's face, and then looked at her one size bigger with strange clothes, and the short height of one meter five.

The youth class teacher smiled and arranged, "Lu Wanwan, you can sit there!"

The place under the lectern in the first row was prepared for her, and this short figure was suitable for sitting in the front row.

Lu Wanwan went to sit down, opened her schoolbag and took the book, the students continued to study in the morning, the sound of reading that had just stopped was loud again, ancient poems or English, and many people were still staring at Lu Wanwan, and the head teacher walked slowly to the back of the classroom, and the sound of reading was the loudest wherever she went.

Lu Wanwan's tablemate is a short-haired girl, with a small face, a pair of big eyes that are very smart, long eyelashes, and a pretty appearance, but she is very thin, sick, white, and chapped lips, staring at Lu Wanwan from time to time.

Lu Wanwan glanced at her twice, continued to sort out her things, and after a while, she felt that the other party was still looking at her, and couldn't help but wonder, so she asked, "Classmate, is there anything wrong with you?"

"It's fine. She spoke softly, and then buried herself in a book.

After a while, she looked at Lu Wanwan again, pursed her lips, and said softly, "The surname Lu is rare!"

Lu Wanwan looked at her and wondered again, how could this sound like a sigh, and a touch of sentimentality?

Strange, delusional, it may be that the surname Lu is less and she hasn't heard of it before, so she is curious.

After a brief exchange between the two, there was no further conversation.