I have something to say about the invisible population of schools

Yang Xiaofeng couldn't stand the smell of sweat all over his body after moving the goods, so he simply went to take a shower.

After washing, grandma had gone out to buy vegetables, leaving him two siu mai and a small pot of porridge for breakfast.

Yang Xiaofeng sat down with a notebook in his hand, took a mouthful of porridge, and took two bites of siu mai, just like a little old man reading a newspaper.

"Speaking of which, why did Dad memorize these things?" Yang Xiaofeng glanced at it, and seeing that there were not many things he hadn't read, he couldn't help asking, and then chuckled again, as if he felt stupid, "It's hereditary."

Seeing this, the content changed from a simple classification introduction to a complicated array of talisman papers. Looking at him circle by circle, his head grew big, and he turned over after only a few cursory glances.

"Finally finished." After scanning the pictures, Yang Xiaofeng leaned on the back of the chair and half-closed his eyes as if he had completed a task, feeling relieved.

Earthbound spirit?Is that a last wish?

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaofeng was suddenly stunned. The words "the grievance is not over" kept enlarging in his mind, and finally turned into big red characters dripping with blood, and exploded with a "squeak".

"Eh..." Yang Xiaofeng shook his head to clear away what was there, and stuffed the siu mai into his mouth in two or three mouthfuls, puffing out his cheeks and thinking about Ji Songze's appearance.

Unresolved grievances?He doesn't look like that.Yang Xiaofeng thought about the eerie ghosts in TV dramas, and Ji Songze's clean and handsome face, but couldn't connect the two.

However, looking at this description now, it fits Ji Songze the most. At present, Yang Xiaofeng has found so many clues, so this is the only possibility.

He stirred the porridge, poured out some meat floss, and thought of the way Ji Songze turned around to protect him in front of the black cat.I can't help but wonder, how did he get such and such abilities?

Yang Xiaofeng was meditating while biting his spoon, when the back of his head was suddenly slapped.

"What are you thinking? I'm almost done eating, and I have to wash the dishes."

"Grandma, cough," Yang Xiaofeng rubbed his nose. The slap just now was not strong, but the tip of his nose touched the porridge surface, and it was stained white. "Take it easy, what should I do if my nose is damaged?"

Grandma didn't take it seriously: "What are you afraid of? When you were a child, you rolled down the stairs and it didn't matter. You patted your pants and went chasing butterflies."

That's when a beautiful female ghost in red reached out to catch me!Yang Xiaofeng drank the porridge in a few sips, made a face at his grandma's back, carried the bowl into the kitchen, and slipped back into the room.

He opened the chair and sat down, turned to the page of the earth binding spirit, stared at the few sentences for a while, grabbed the phone and took pictures, turned a few more pages, picked up a few spells and took pictures, and finally peace of mind.

Yang Xiaofeng lay on the bed, turned over while holding his phone, not knowing what to do.

"Forget it, forget it."

After all, he got up and went downstairs to see what the old lady was up to.

As soon as he went out, he smelled a scent, Yang Xiaofeng couldn't help sniffing, walked to the kitchen a few steps, poked his head to look inside.

"Grandma, are you eating braised pork today?"

"Well. Oh, what are you doing on the door?"

"It's not what you said, the kitchen is full of oily smoke, don't come in when cooking."

"Okay, don't make trouble, go play with the computer."

"I'll see if you can help me."

"You don't have to come in to help, hey, get out," grandma pulled him out, turned and closed the door, and said in her mouth: "Oh, it's good for you to live in the school, which saves me a lot of trouble. When I come back, I And help you wash your clothes and cook.”

Yang Xiaofeng wrinkled his nose, saw that the dutch beans he liked had been washed clean and put aside, he secretly decided to solve Ji Songze's matter as soon as possible, and come back to accompany his grandma more often in the future.

As a result, during the few meals at home on the weekend, he was so full of hiccups.

On Sunday afternoon, grandma urged him to leave quickly, saying that it would not be safe to wait until it got dark. Before leaving, she stuffed a coat in his bag, saying that the temperature would cool down this week.

Yang Xiaofeng took the subway all the way, dozed off all the way, and returned to the dormitory with an apple and a duck neck full of energy at around five o'clock in the afternoon.

But he didn't want the dormitory to be empty, braving the heat of Qiuhu. There was no one there, only the ghost Ji Songze was lying on his bed and sleeping soundly.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't expect him to be sleeping, the door opened a little louder, Ji Songze turned over, rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly.

"Back?" The tone was light and natural, as if he just went out and brought back a meal.

"Well," Yang Xiaofeng walked to his table and put down the apple and duck neck, "I'm sorry to disturb you."

"It's okay," Ji Songze poked his head out to look, "I want to eat too."

Yang Xiaofeng looked at him sympathetically, expressing deep regret: "You can't eat it."

Ji Songze nodded helplessly, agreeing.

"Hey." Yang Xiaofeng remembered the three forks in the bag, and quickly went to dig it out, "I got a fun one, take a look."

"Leave it alone, I'll come down and take a look."

As soon as the words fell, Ji Songze had already stood beside him, leaning on the table with one hand and bending slightly.

"Love crazy fork? What is this?"

"In more formal terms, this is called a sacrifice."

"Do you want to burn it to me?"

"That's right. There's no one in the school. I'll burn it for you later."

"Can this work?" Ji Songze had never received any sacrificial paper money, and he was deeply skeptical about it.

"Yes, yes." Yang Xiaofeng nodded hastily, "When I was a child, I burned something for a female ghost in red, and she received it."

"The female ghost in red dares to talk to you, you are too courageous, stay away from these ghosts in the future."

"Then I'll stay away from you too?"

"I'm different."

"Yes, you are a male ghost in white."

"The trousers are black."

"Don't mention this, hurry up, no one is there? If you have a mobile phone, you won't be lost."

"Later, I will open an enchantment for you when it is night."

"So powerful?" Yang Xiaofeng recalled the contents of the notebook, did not mention any enchantment, and couldn't help asking, "Where did you learn all this?"

"Is it very good?" Ji Songze looked up at him, "I learned from others. But after studying for so long, I'm still not as good as them."

"Can I learn this enchantment? Or is it limited to ghosts?"

"Well, what is the limit?"

"No, it's nothing." Yang Xiaofeng quickly changed the topic, "By the way, you said last time that you couldn't go out, so you're talking about it carefully, and I'll see if there is any problem."

"If you have anything to say, you can't go out, and you're tired of staying in school."

"Your activity range is just inside the school gate?"

"Correct."

"You mentioned that a woman pushed you down, didn't you?" Yang Xiaofeng dragged the chair and sat closer to Ji Songze, "I went back and studied it..."

"Yo, Xiaofeng, you're back." The door was pushed open suddenly, and Yang Xiaofeng had to sit upright, pretending to be playing with his mobile phone, and then turned around in feigned surprise and said, "Where have you been?"

"We went to eat. The fat man insisted on eating barbecue rice."

"Here, apples and duck necks."

"Hey, thank you, duck neck yours. Xiaofeng, should the money be transferred to Alipay or WeChat?"

"It's all right."

"Okay, the call is over, take a look."

Yang Xiaofeng opened WeChat, clicked on the red envelope, and secretly gave Ji Songze a wink. Ji Songze looked out the window, saw that the sky had already darkened, and the street lights on both sides of the road had begun to light up. He nodded and said, "Wait a minute Well, it will be dark in a while."

After Yang Xiaofeng listened, he simply took his meal card, planning to burn his phone after eating, and then he could wash and sleep when he came back.

"Xiaofeng, are you going to eat?"

"Well, yes, let's buy something by the way."

"Didn't you buy anything on the way?"

"Haha, I forgot."

As soon as the door was closed, Ji Songze couldn't help complaining: "I think you should play the leading actor, I think you can get a best actor."

"Don't be a leading actor. When I was rehearsing this play in high school, I was asked to play Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. When I got on the podium, I couldn't speak completely."

"Now there is Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty in the Chinese textbook?"

"It's a history class. Help me think about what to eat later."

"Is it really good for you to treat a lonely ghost with no food?"

"It's okay, I'll buy a copy and burn it for you."

"Then tell me earlier, I want to eat duck necks too."

"Next time, next time."

"What did you just say?"

"Oh, by the way, I almost forgot the business." Yang Xiaofeng took out his mobile phone and glanced at the photo to make sure he was correct, "Do you have any wishes?"

"Wish? Want to eat duck neck?"

"Then it's gone." Yang Xiaofeng quickly answered, "Didn't you say that a woman pushed you down?"

"Correct."

"Do you know why that woman pushed you? Don't you? Don't you?"

Yang Xiaofeng stared at Ji Songze with bright eyes, Ji Songze was embarrassed to hit him when he saw this, and nodded silently, Yang Xiaofeng was very happy when he saw this, as if he had solved some major case of the century.

"Then it makes sense now," Yang Xiaofeng pressed his fingers and lowered his voice, "Look, I found this one. It talks about earth-bound spirits, and it's exactly the same as yours now."

"Where did this come from?"

"It's not important, the important thing is, do you think this description is the same as you are now?"

"more or less."

"So I guess there's a woman who's trying to kill for some reason, but she's actually getting it wrong."

"There is a big loophole in this idea. If a person wants to kill someone, he must be fully prepared. How can he make a mistake?"

"Well... Auntie's barbecue rice, thank you for adding more rice." Yang Xiaofeng swiped his card quickly, and then said in a low voice: "Maybe she has no plan? It's the kind of indiscriminate killing in movies."

"This, actually, I forgot to tell you."

"Uh-huh?"

"That woman should know me, and called me by my name before pushing me down," Ji Songze squeezed his throat and shouted in a nondescript female voice: "'Go to hell! Ji Songze! Ahahahahaha.' Just like this."

"Are you so happy when it comes to death?"

"Why can't I be happy if I die by my own ability?"

Yang Xiaofeng stuffed a big mouthful of barbecue rice, chewed and said, "According to this, you have no wish and no grievance. How could this be? It doesn't make sense?"

"It would be great if there are some insiders at this time, no matter how bad it is, older people are fine."

"Ah?" When Yang Xiaofeng heard this, he quickly touched his phone, "Wait, I just remembered that I posted a question before, let me take a look."

Ji Songze, who was originally slumped on the chair, immediately leaned over and looked at the phone.

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