Please Kill the Demon

At night, the moon is dark and the wind is high.

Nanshan Academy is located outside Yanjiao City, built along Nanshan Mountain, hence the name. On the mountain behind the academy, there is a small lake, which is quiet and secluded. In the past, many young men and women played here on summer nights. But recently, no one dared to come near here.

Because someone died here not long ago.

But tonight, two scholars came here.

As soon as I got close to the lake, there was a chilly cool wind piercing through my clothes, which made people shiver uncontrollably.

Brother Shao'an, why did you ask me to come to this place... Isn't this... Isn't this the place where Situ Yan committed suicide...

Seeing that he was about to reach the dark lake, the thin and weak scholar behind him trembled and dared not take a step forward.

The scholar in front of him is a bit stronger, but he looks quite tall from the back, and his voice is deep and generous: If you want to completely settle this matter, you can only come here.

The wind blew through the surrounding woods, rustling, as if someone was passing behind, the thin scholar turned his head in shock, turned around twice and found no one, and he was relieved.

He said to the people in front again: I don't know what to settle? If you want me to say that this matter has nothing to do with me at all, when you bullied Situ Yan back then, I didn't participate much... Call her ugly twice at most... Now that everyone is dead, what else can I do?

The thin scholar's mouth kept on talking, and he seemed to be using this method to relieve the fear in his heart.

Yeah, you didn't do anything... the tall scholar's voice was gloomy.

Oh, don't be a fool! the thin scholar said urgently.

Then... The tall scholar turned his face sideways, half of his face under the moonlight was extremely stern, Do you still recognize me?

Wu Shao'an! The thin scholar seemed to be frightened by his tone, and was a little angry, What are you going to do? If there is nothing wrong, I won't stay with you in this hellish place anymore! At worst, I will move out of Yanjiao City with my family tomorrow, and I won't be here anymore. Don't worry about it.

Zhang Cong, you... really don't recognize me? The tall scholar asked again, then turned around suddenly, revealing his entire face.

The right half of his face was still normal, but on the left half of his face, a dense scar appeared at some point, as if he had experienced a severe burn, and even the eye sockets were deformed, which was extremely terrifying.

And...it looks a bit like a woman!

Ah! Seeing this, the thin and weak scholar screamed in shock, took two steps back, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

Immediately, the skin on the tall scholar's intact face began to peel off, like dry and cracked wall skin, falling off piece by piece, revealing the pale and bloodless woman's face underneath.

Situ Yan...forgive me...forgive me... The thin scholar stepped back, muttered in his mouth, then turned around and got up, throwing his life away and running out of the forest!

While running, he shouted, Help! There is a ghost!

After running out of the grove, he felt out of breath and stopped a little. Looking back at the deep woods, it seems that no one is chasing...

Well--

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, suddenly, his hands grabbed his neck, and the pupils of his eyes began to protrude. The left side of the face began to dry and fall off, revealing thick burn scars...

Forgive me...please, please forgive me...

Please... ah...

...

Nanshan Academy is haunted, why did you invite us?

On the bustling streets of Yanjiao City, Chu Liang asked Lin Bei a question.

Previously, Lin Bei hurriedly led him to lead the task to sign down the mountain, because he said that the salary was extremely high, so he didn't ask much, and only now did he start to understand the specific situation.

This place is not far from Mount Shu, and the disciples of the Shu Mountain School are more or less familiar with Yanjiao City, and if there are any mysterious cases, they are usually taken over by the disciples of the Shu Mountain School.

But there are always a few exceptions.

For example, if there is a problem in a temple, Buddhist practitioners should take care of it; for example, if something goes wrong in an academy, it should be managed by Confucian practitioners.

If there are no special circumstances, the three teaching practitioners will not cross the boundary. It is not only making trouble for oneself, but also provoking other families.

Hey, hey... Lin Bei said with a smile, Confucianism practitioners will naturally handle matters in the academy. We are only responsible for protecting a student.

As he spoke, he pointed to the gate of a mansion guarded by stone lions in front of him, with a plaque of Li's Mansion hanging high above it.

Master Li is a well-known wealthy family in Yanjiao City. His only son, Li Jue, is studying at Nanshan Academy. Recently, Nanshan Academy has been haunted by ghosts, and two students have died.

He is worried about his son, so we asked Shushan to send someone to protect his son for a while. As long as this conspiracy is solved, we will consider our mission complete.

Money by the day.

Hearing the last sentence, Chu Liang was relieved.

Master Li sent real gold and silver to Shushan, and what Shushan sent to them were sword coins. During this period of time, I just wanted to save money to buy a flying sword, and I needed this kind of high-paying task.

It can be regarded as a pillow when you doze off.

Oh, the two young heroes of the Shushan faction, you are finally here. Master Li took the whole family out to greet him in person, and this arrangement was quite sufficient.

This is also a benefit of practitioners, no matter how rich and powerful an ordinary person is, they will always respect you when they see you.

You don't need to be so polite, we are just juniors in Shushan. Lin Bei also said enthusiastically: My name is Lin Bei, and this is my fellow student Chuliang. I see how many years younger you are than my father, so I will call you as close as possible Uncle Li, I will treat your son as brothers.

As he said that, he turned around to greet Chu Liang: Don't be too cautious, it's like coming to your own home here.

Chu Liang smiled slightly.

With this person with terrible social skills, I can save myself a lot of trouble in communicating with people.

He noticed that Master Li was followed by a silent young man with his head bowed. He was dressed in home clothes and looked about sixteen or seventeen years old.

He should be Master Li's only son, Li Jue, and he seems to have a lot of things on his mind.

After entering the mansion twice, when they reached the inner hall, Lin Bei and Master Li were already shoulder to shoulder.

Uncle Li, don't worry, my brother is covered by me, and I guarantee that he will be safe and sound. From today on, we will keep an eye on him at 12 o'clock. From the beginning to the end of Shushan, you can ask me, Lin Bei... ...

Nephew, actually, I have an unfeeling request... Master Li smiled, his mustache twitching, Although I ask you to protect my Li Jue, but can you... ...Don't let others know?

Don't let others know? What do you mean? Both Lin Bei and Chu Liang were a little puzzled.

That's right... Tomorrow I will help you arrange admission, and let you also attend classes at Nanshan Academy. At that time, you should keep an eye on Li Jue all the time, and return to my house after school. That's fine. But in the meantime, don't let people see you You are protecting him specially, is that okay? Master Li rubbed his hands and asked.

Uncle Li, of course we will comply with your request, but can you ask...why? Lin Bei asked.

It's not easy to say. Master Li smiled, but kept secret.

Let someone protect him... Don't want outsiders to find out?

Chu Liang glanced at the silent Li Jue, and Mr. Li who was rubbing his hands next to him.

What are they guilty of?