I have something to say about the invisible population of schools

"No, why is this person like this, let's talk clearly before leaving."

Yang Xiaofeng looked at the phone with a look of lovelessness.

More than ten minutes ago, he saw a new reply pop up on the forum.

"Don't ask too much about the library, it was not allowed to be mentioned in school before."

When Yang Xiaofeng saw this inexplicable sentence, he suddenly felt that things were not that simple.

He pondered for a while, and felt that if this sentence was true, then all his previous inferences might be overturned again.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaofeng was confused, and couldn't wait to type and reply: "What do you mean?"

After posting, he bit his finger and thought about how un-girly this sentence was, so he added another sentence: "Can you ask the senior to explain clearly."

After that, Yang Xiaofeng kept pulling down to refresh restlessly, for fear of missing the news.

After waiting like this for 5 minutes, there was still no reply from the other party. Yang Xiaofeng became anxious. He felt that the other party should still be online and deliberately did not reply, so there must be stories to dig out.

Regardless of whether the other party was on purpose or not, Yang Xiaofeng still clicked on the private chat interface, and hastily sent several messages to this person named "Shenfeng" on the Internet: Senior, can you talk to me carefully.I'm really curious.

Please senior, I really want to know.

The senior saw it and replied me.

At this moment, Yang Xiaofeng felt that he was simply a pervert.

"Shenfeng? Is it Shenfeng Wuying? It's so cool to have such a name... Also, after the old boy is alive, I will blackmail him severely."

When Yang Xiaofeng thought that Ji Songze had caused all these troubles, he couldn't tell whether he was angry or depressed, and buried his head under the pillow as if trying to forget everything.

The sheets seemed to be freshly washed, smelling the faint fragrance of detergent on the sheets and pillowcases, Yang Xiaofeng gradually calmed down, he pulled his head out to breathe, biting his nails and felt that he was too impatient just now.

Yang Xiaofeng thought it had been a long time, but it only took a few minutes to open the phone.He opened the forum, after thinking about it, he added another one: Sorry to bother you.

"Ah, it seems that the nails should be trimmed."

Yang Xiaofeng bit it a few times, and felt that the taste was not good, so he made two piss, stared at his fingers and complained feebly.

Although his heart has calmed down a lot, he is still full of doubts.I even wondered if it was wrong for me to believe in Ji Songze in the daytime.

"Ah, no, don't doubt him."

Yang Xiaofeng was so entangled that he wanted to find a tree hole to confide in.

The mysterious person who replied did not reply again over the weekend. No matter how big Yang Xiaofeng's heart is, he couldn't hold back the half-hearted curiosity and depression that he couldn't understand.

In this way, Yang Xiaofeng didn't have a good night, and when he moved the goods the next day, he was smashed by a box of paper flowers.Uncle Wang joked that it was a good thing it was not a box of paper money, otherwise his feet would have been useless.

Yang Xiaofeng laughed "hehe", and didn't forget to refresh the forum interface.

Time and energy can't be wasted on curiosity and depression. Grandma is getting old. When Yang Xiaofeng is at home, she always asks her to go back to rest and look at the shop by herself. Anyway, there are not many customers. Yang Xiaofeng tidies up the glass cabinet and draws out an open space Come, spread out the notebook and a stack of blank papers, and study the spells and formations.

The talisman array complements each other, the talisman is relatively easy, unobtrusive, and quick to take effect, so he plans to start with the talisman paper first.

Yang Xiaofeng tried to draw the simplest levitation symbol last night, but it didn't work at all.He saw a small complaint written next to his father: It is very hard to draw well.

He sighed, and resigned himself to his fate, he began to draw one talisman after another.

One morning passed, and Yang Xiaofeng sold several wreaths and drew dozens of talisman papers.He thinks that he is an engineering student and has studied mechanical drawing for a month, so his drawing skills are pretty good.

"But why doesn't one work?"

Yang Xiaofeng held up the talisman paper that he had drawn with a ruler, and thought that the similarity was [-]%, it was simply scaled.

"Could it be that the equipment is not good enough?" He thought about the talisman paper in the TV movie. They were all vertical strips of yellow paper drawn with red ink.

In order to save trouble, the paper I used was cut in half from the leftover homework book used in high school, and the ink was used no longer in junior high school to dry out the watercolor paint. The colors are light.

That kind of yellow paper seems to have been seen somewhere.

Yang Xiaofeng bit the pen holder and thought for a while, it seemed that in the storage room, during the last cleaning, there was a box filled with a lot of yellow paper like this, and a few pieces of cinnabar ink.

"Xiaofeng, it's time to eat." There was a sound of opening the door behind him, and Yang Xiaofeng hurriedly hid all the papers aside, pretending to play with his mobile phone.

"What's the matter? Not doing business well? How is the business in the morning?"

"Then others don't want it, and I can't forcefully sell it to others."

"That's all right, you eat quickly. When you graduate, my old bones should rest."

"Well, grandma, you go back and rest."

Grandma made him braised lion's head, a big one, shiny and oily. Yang Xiaofeng likes such a dish with thick oil and red sauce, and thinks it goes well with rice.

While eating, a message came from Yang Xiaofeng's WeChat. Yang Xiaofeng was busy dealing with the lion's head. He didn't want to answer it at first, but when he glanced at it, he found that it was from He Xin, so he quickly wiped his mouth and picked it up.

He Xin works as the head nurse at the Central Hospital, and she will quietly introduce some family members of patients.

If you are doing business, you can't be negligent, not to mention that He Xin is still his elder, and he feels sorry for not replying after seeing the news.

Opening the phone, He Xin not only introduced a client to him, but also asked him to take care of Liu Yiyi at school.

Yang Xiaofeng felt that Liu Yiyi was his sister in the first place, and it was right to take care of her, but He Xin was never a troublesome person, so he felt a little strange when she said that.

He originally wanted to ask Liu Yiyi what happened, if she had a fight with her classmates, but at this time the phone rang suddenly, Yang Xiaofeng saw that it was an unfamiliar number, probably a family member introduced by He Xin, so he quickly cleared his throat and prepared pick up guests.

Today's guest is a girl about his age, wearing a dark red dress, maybe because she just lost a relative, her voice is hoarse, she wears a pair of sunglasses, she doesn't talk too much, she handed a note and came over to get all the goods just go.Yang Xiaofeng was afraid that she would counter the price, so he quoted a high price at first. Seeing her being so forthright, he stuffed a few extra bundles of paper money and tin foil before leaving, and wiped away the change of more than twenty yuan for her.

"It seems that she left very suddenly. The skirt she is wearing is really pretty."

Yang Xiaofeng watched the girl go farther and farther, and thought of Ji Songze for no reason, and he didn't know how long he could last, whether there would be any accidents, and what would happen if he really died.

But now that we know that he is still alive, it cannot be measured by ordinary ghosts, and the visions on Ji Songze can also be explained.

Ji Songze is not dead yet, his body is lying in the hospital, as long as he is still there, even if you wait for two more days, there is no need to worry that he will suddenly disappear, let alone that he will be reincarnated one day, and we will never see each other again in the vast sea of ​​people up.

Yang Xiaofeng suddenly felt that this was a good thing, as if a stone had fallen from his heart, and thought to himself: Even if Ji Songze really died, he would save him.

Yang Xiaofeng gritted his teeth and thought, he is the only one who can help Ji Songze now, not to mention that he has already intervened in this matter, and he must not give up halfway.

If he gave up, Ji Songze would never see the light of day again.

Thinking of this, he turned around and walked quietly back to the utility room, tiptoeing out the yellow paper and cinnabar, determined to learn it no matter what.

As for whether Liu Yiyi had a quarrel with someone at school or something else happened, he completely forgot.

Two weeks later, he wanted to kill his memoryless self.

Yang Xiaofeng took some tap water, poured some into the inkstone, melted a little cinnabar ink, took a brush for painting watercolors and brushed a few strokes, and skillfully drew a piece of talisman paper.

He impatiently "huh" blew a few times, and before it was dry, he put the talisman paper upright in front of him, looked around the table, picked up a piece of rubber, put his hands on the talisman paper, imitated Written in the notes, his hands tremblingly formed a seal.

Yang Xiaofeng looked at the eraser expectantly, the eraser trembled, turned over on the spot with a "gudu", and slowly floated up tremblingly.

"Damn it." Yang Xiaofeng slapped his thigh and exclaimed, and then realized that the voice was too loud, he quickly covered his mouth, shrunk his neck and turned his head to see that there was no movement in the room, so he relaxed and started to seal again.

This time he was so excited that he didn't even shake his hands. The red talisman on the paper shimmered faintly, and the eraser easily lifted up and flipped up and down with his fingers.

"It's so cool." Yang Xiaofeng stared at the eraser, narrowed the range and slowly withdrew his hand. The eraser was still quietly floating five centimeters above the talisman paper, as if waiting for his next instruction.

"Does the seal have to be sealed at the end?"

Yang Xiaofeng was a little puzzled, saying that he had never seen such a performance on TV.

But the eraser didn't intend to fall, and it kept floating in mid-air with a faint yellow light.He had no other choice but to make another seal, and the rubber fell onto the talisman paper with a "gudong" sound, as if nothing had happened.

Yang Xiaofeng quickly wrote down this point, and experimented many times, gaining a better understanding of the spell.

With these discoveries, I looked at the newly added content in the old notebook, and I couldn't say that I was not satisfied.He originally thought that it was not easy to master a spell in just half a day, but after thinking about it, he had no power to fight back under He Bin's spiritual pressure yesterday.

Yang Xiaofeng became impatient, but he knew that there was no need to rush this matter.

It takes decades to become a great god in novels and TV shows.

Yang Xiaofeng thought that He Bin must be the culprit who caused Ji Songze's soul to be separated from his body. Back then, he had the ability to perform sorcery, so his current strength would only become stronger, and it would be useless if he was not fully sure.

Yang Xiaofeng thought a lot, but he was also good at comforting himself. He rubbed his head and talked to himself to calm himself down.

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