With undead skills, I can read files infinitely

In the center of the tombstone, there is a black and white photo.

It was the little old man himself.

The sickle hit the tombstone and was instantly bounced off.

In the darkness, the faceless man also formally stepped into this office.

The headmaster glanced at it with a trace of vigilance.

This thing from hell, even it is very afraid.

At this moment, the little old man glared fiercely at Gu An, his white eyes were mostly staring at the blood drop mark on Gu An's hand.

If it wasn't for the principal being here, it would have already snatched it, which is what it has always wanted.

Gu An squinted at the little old man: "Don't look, I won't give it to you even if I chop off my hand."

Just after he finished speaking, the little old man didn't say anything, and the faceless man waved his sickle at Gu An again.

It has only one purpose, to kill Gu An.

And Gu An was also very straightforward, when the scythe came back, he slammed at the little old man.

The latter was on guard this time and immediately ran towards the door, but the principal was also on guard and blocked the door in an instant.

The little old man let out an angry roar, and drops of blood spilled out of the distorted facial features, staining the upper body red.

The blood was like some kind of summoning ceremony, and the tombstone in the little old man's arms was also soaked in blood.

The magnetic field in the office changed drastically immediately.

The floor tiles under the feet were originally attached to the wooden floor, but at this time, they all turned into black soil in the barren tomb. Blood dripped on the black soil, and the black and red added together, which looked extraordinarily strange.

Pairs of pale hands emerged from the black soil, they threw away the soil on their bodies, and then crawled out of it one after another.

All the weird and distorted facial features rushed towards Gu An and the principal. Their appearance seemed to be the most terrifying when they were dying.

The desperate eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness, they waved their hands, trying to pull Gu An into the ground to be with them.

The principal had fought with this little old man for so long before, so he was naturally familiar with some of its habits. At this moment, it silently opened the book in its hand.

The booklet was unfolded, and there were photos one after another inside.

The photos in the second half of the booklet were all blank, and the headmaster took one out and threw it at the weird things crawling out of the soil.

The moment the photo was thrown into the air, the whole world was plunged into darkness.

Gu An also found that his vision all around disappeared.

After about a few breaths, when the vision became visible again, the monsters summoned by the little old man had disappeared. The principal put away the photos and put them back in the book.

Gu An took a look, and there were dense and strange things in the photo.

Obviously, the function of this photo is a cage that can seal these weirdnesses.

Gu An couldn't help thinking that the photo was weird, and the powerful special effects could change people's memory.

Compared with that photo of the principal, the effect should be weaker.

But people are a body, and the principal is a tool, and a tool has such abilities, which is already very powerful.

The thought was only for a short moment, and the faceless man behind him swung his sickle again and flew towards Gu An.

Han Xiuxiu had already stood opposite Gu An, swaying the red silk in her hand, and pulled him over in advance, avoiding the attack of the sickle.

The sickle rushed towards the little old man again.

This time, in order to prevent the little old man from dodging again, Gu An was well prepared. The old man had already stood in his position and lifted the brim of his hat.

The old man's gray eyes looked directly at the little old man.

The imprisoned power traversed the distance of space, and when the little old man was about to resist the flying scythe, his whole body froze when he saw the gaze from afar.

The sickle fell, and the little old man didn't have time to dodge it. His seemingly thin body was instantly attacked by the sickle.

The sickle flew over, and on the little old man's arm, a corner of the shabby and rotten clothes was cut. Gu An saw from a distance that the parted corner of the clothes was blown away in mid-air like a cloud of black mist.

The body of the short old man is obviously composed of a mist shape.

"This sickle goes down, it doesn't look very effective..."

Gu An frowned, the result was a bit bigger than what he had imagined.

Although the faceless man did not join forces with the little old man, the damage he caused was limited.

This kind of assist does not have much effect.

"If you can kill it easily, you won't let me out."

At this time, the principal not far away spoke.

It seems to have anticipated this situation.

The headmaster is well-groomed, his clothes are well-dressed, and his tone of voice and demeanor make him no different from a human being except for the rotten smell that emanates from his body.

While talking, it calmly opened the book, and took down a photo inside.

This photo was not taken randomly, but was selected a few times in it.

Gu An has been paying attention to its movements. It has been picking photos since the scythe flew towards the little old man.

But now, after the photo was selected, it took the photo in its hand and threw it directly at the little old man.

Gu An could feel that this guy was so reluctant when he threw out the photo.

The book is like a stamp album, and the photos are the stamps it collects, each of which is very cute.

"This photo looks like a strange existence that can be collected and controlled. The space is so large. After collecting, if you don't lose one, it means you lose one collection..."

Gu An silently guessed in his heart.

At the same time, the photo thrown by the principal made the little old man change color.

It ignored the damage caused by the sickle for an instant, raised the tombstone high, and blocked it in front of it.

Photos swiped through the air like playing cards.

Like a snowflake falling from the sky, it fell on the tombstone.