Once upon a time there was a demon pass

for a long time...

"almost..."

Zong Ren said softly, and the next moment he took out a pitch-black dagger from his arms.

There are also complicated lines outlined on it.

Zong Ren walked up to the two corpses and stuck the dagger in.

Soon where the dagger passed, the skin of the corpse turned black, exuding a foul smell.

A few more corpses were picked out.

In the end, Zong Ren washed off the blood on the dagger, gestured at his chest, and swiped across it.

His expression turned pale instantly.

With a muffled grunt, he leaned against the wall.

In just three seconds, the wound had already started to pus.

The stench continued to permeate.

Zong Ren gritted his teeth tightly, allowing the cold sweat to drip continuously.

Then he dug out a large piece of flesh and blood with a dagger.

Avoid the spread of the curse.

But even so, traces of the curse have been completely left around that piece of skin.

His whole body was constantly exuding a faint stench.

Not particularly obvious.

But if you get really close, you'll smell it.

Some staggered to get up.

Looking at the dagger in his hand, Zong Ren smiled weakly: "God...Master Goddess, your...this dagger is really useful..."

Throw the dagger in the pile of corpses casually.

But after Zongren thought about it, he picked up the dagger again.

He lifted a corpse, kept him in a kneeling position, and inserted the dagger into his chest.

The hands that controlled the corpse again grabbed the dagger.

Check the posture carefully.

After confirming that there was no problem with the holding posture, he turned the corpse's head and looked behind him in the direction of the entrance of the village.

The originally angry eyes, after such a transformation, are more like villagers protecting themselves, making people run quickly...

In this way, Tong Zongren, who can barely explain, no... why Lin Qi was able to escape from this village.

Zong Ren, including the corpses of other villagers, was constantly changing the position of death.

At a glance...

It's like the whole village is blocking the way of the enemy.

Open up an escape channel for Lin Qi.

"Lin Qi..."

"We must avenge everyone!"

Zong Ren's eyes were a little red, he took a deep breath, imitating Lin Qi's state of mind, and bowed deeply to these corpses.

This turned to leave.

In a blood-colored village, it looks like a young man with hatred.

It all seemed so real.

Mobei Second Middle School...

Advanced ink academy.

Whether it's life experience, background, bones, smell, all these things are seamlessly transformed under Zong Ren's transformation.

……

"The rest of my life... in No. [-] Middle School?"

"Haunting..."

Until Zongren returned to Mobei City again, looking at the figure of Yu Sheng in the school, Zongren's eyes flashed with gloom.

"We still have to face it after all."

"See you now..."

"Be more natural."

Taking a deep breath, Zong Ren's face showed the unique simplicity of the countryside, but also revealed a little madness like a lone wolf.

A young man whose whole village was killed should have this kind of ferocity.

after all...

The hatred on his body is too great.

The reason why he is obsessed with entering Mo Academy makes sense.

Zong Ren just stood at the school gate, motionless.

Until the security guard found his figure, he came out with some doubts.

After a brief communication, he called the principal.

About 10 minutes later, the principal appeared at the school gate, looked at Zongren in front of him, especially those fierce eyes, and frowned slightly.

Yu Sheng also saw Zongren.

Somewhat strange.

There seemed to be a subtle sense of familiarity in this person, but it was also like an illusion.

What is revealed in those eyes may seem scary to others, but it is very natural to Yu Sheng.

Because of this look, there are many in Sin City.

Not too unusual.

"what happened?"

Shi Guang looked at Yu Sheng's expression and asked.

Yu Sheng shook his head slightly.

"fine..."

After looking at Zong Ren's figure again, Yu Sheng then withdrew his gaze.

The principal chatted with Zong Ren a lot.

Finally, he took a deep breath, clenched his fists with bloodshot eyes.

"Damn!"

"This group of beasts will eradicate them sooner or later!"

The principal almost gritted his teeth and said, "Don't worry, you can stay in my No. [-] Middle School. I will personally enroll you in a while!"

Zong Ren forced a smile, appearing a little silent.

"Yu Sheng, how do you see this child?"

"Do you need to examine him alone again!"

At this time, the headmaster was still in that state of righteous indignation, looking at Yu Sheng and asked.

Yu Sheng was taken aback.

Looking at the silent Zongren not far away, he was thoughtful.

"Do you know how to crush big rocks in your chest?"

Even Zong Ren was stunned by the sudden words, and didn't understand immediately.

Just now, according to what the principal said, Yu Sheng should be the person responsible for the inspection of Mo Academy.

This made him call it bad luck.

Just getting ready to fight the first wave of confrontation with Yu Sheng, after having done a lot of mental work for myself, the result...

A boulder in the chest?

Zong Ren subconsciously wanted to raise his head and look at Yu Sheng.

But he forcibly endured it.

so close!

I have always assumed that the rest of my life is the biggest enemy of entering the Mo Academy, but I didn't expect that I almost capsized in the gutter.

This guy...

It must be to see the eyes that are revealed subconsciously.

This kind of subconscious emotion cannot be faked.

Yu Sheng must be able to see it.

Taking a deep breath, Zong Ren slowly raised his head, with just the right amount of blankness in his eyes, and looked at Yu Sheng across the air.

"I..."

"Don't go."

With a little inferiority complex, Zong Ren lowered his head slowly.

Yu Sheng thought about it, and asked again: "What about stand-up comedy?"

"Neither..."

Zong Ren buried his head even lower.

Yu Sheng nodded lightly: "Then let's run a [-]-meter race, like hurdles."

On the playground at this time, there is still a runway that has just been prepared.

And the hurdles that haven't had time to disassemble.

Zong Ren nodded slightly.

He tugged at the corner of his clothes nervously, and under constant brainwashing, he completely assumed the image of a child who had just walked out of the countryside and came to the city.

Standing at the beginning of the track, running crazily with instructions.

Wisps of weak energy spread all over the body.

Keep speeding up.

Yu Sheng took out a notebook seriously, and observed Zongren's running state and the use of energy.

Finally recorded something in a notebook.

"Time..."

"Please fight with him..."

Looking at the finish line, Zong Ren, who was panting slightly, said Yu Sheng thoughtfully.

……

Ink City, Ink Pavilion.

Top floor meeting room.

"Let's discuss your views on the matter of the old barracks in Mobei City."

Sun Yingxiong sat on the main seat and said a little tiredly.

(I wish everyone a healthy Dragon Boat Festival! The rivers and mountains are good, go out for a walk, don't stay at home and be lazy! I want to go out and play!)