I, Shushan Juggernaut, signed in Jianzhong for a hundred years

"Last night, a guy with a big mouth and long tongue ran out of the bathroom sewer and wanted to eat me, but I hacked him to death with a watermelon knife!"

"Also, is the bald man who opened the door at the end a human or a ghost??"

"By the way, the key is that the sound imprint on my hand seems to be activated..."

Qin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, subconsciously stretched out his left hand to touch the sound imprint, and a stream of consciousness merged into his mind.

That is a lot of music and songs from the previous life brought by time travel, including all types and familiar theme songs.

It's only now that the more impressive song "Superstar in Troubled Times" is lit up.

If the tool soul imprint can be activated, there is no need to worry anymore! "

Qin Fan thought secretly.

"Also, does it mean that I have embarked on a completely different path from other "instrument soul musicians"..."

"Hey, but this is a good thing for me. You don't need to use musical instruments to call for auras to directly affect monsters."

The smog in Qin Fan's heart was swept away, and turned into a yearning for future life.

After a quick wash, he rummaged through the house again, took his wallet and two books, and went out quickly.

There is no need to be afraid of the entrance exam of Tianlan Conservatory of Music in one month.

At this time, the female teacher was still giving lectures seriously.

"A hundred years ago, a master once said that the way to deal with magic and ghosts is to use magic..."

"Awaken the soul of the instrument, and then learn music and become a musician..."

"However, it is not bad to have one awakened weapon soul in a hundred of ordinary people, and the awakened weapon soul may not be suitable for fighting..."

Wearing a white one-inch shirt, Joey, a class [-] teacher of the Department of Physical Education and Music, was eloquent in front of the blackboard.

Below is a group of college students listening carefully and looking at the blackboard to write and draw.

Ha, hoo..."

Until a snort comes, and it grows louder

Joey froze while lecturing, turned around, and the blackboard in his hand flew out like clouds and flowing water.

"Boom..."

"Hey, teacher, it hurts so much, why did you lose me again?"

The students who heard the movement were giggling, and Qin Fan, who fell asleep because of the fusion of memory, touched his head hit by the blackboard with an innocent face.

"I'm ashamed to say, Qin Fan, why are you sleeping in class again and snoring again? Did you go somewhere to steal cows last night?"

"I've said it all, don't give up on yourself, there is always a way, although there is no example of your weapon soul so far..."

Seeing that Joey was about to chant scriptures for a while, Qin Fan's complexion changed and he quickly stood up, driven by the instinctive reaction inherited from the former owner of his body.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I'm going to stand at the door of the classroom and reflect on myself..."

"go Go…"

Joey, who was just about to give advice, was obviously upset when his student interrupted him.

I just saw that Qin Fan had already walked to the door of the classroom, and saw his pale, bloodless appearance, and his footsteps were weak, as if he was about to fall in the next moment.

With a sigh in his heart, Joey remembered what happened not long ago when he tested the "Spirit of Instruments", so he let him go.

"Thank you teacher!"

Qin Fan yawned heavily, walked to the door of the classroom, and dozed off again as soon as he leaned against the wall, obviously exhausted to the extreme.

The reason for this is that his body is extremely lacking in vitality, and the various memories in his mind are in the fusion stage, which consumes energy.

It's not that he doesn't want to go to class.

"Jingle Bell……"

When the school bell rang, many students left the classroom and headed towards the dormitory and the place where they lived not far from the school.

As for Qin Fan, he woke up in a daze, and walked along the street outside the college towards the residential area according to the memory of the former owner.