Self-cultivation of loyal dogs

The live broadcast room has been fried for a long time, but it has nothing to do with Song Yanqing.He is now grabbing the system and barking wildly, the system's voice has no ups and downs, telling him solemnly, don't be afraid, it won't hurt,

No matter what the system says, Song Yanqing knows that she probably has to explain it here today.

When the flagpole lifting rope stopped moving, the originally quiet school seemed to come alive and began to become lively.

There was a wind on the playground, and the cold wind blew on the fitness equipment and made a creaking sound.

Song Yanqing caught a subtle yet familiar sound amidst the whistling wind.

He narrowed his eyes and looked towards the source of the sound. People were coming and going in the brightly lit teaching building of the primary school.

Song Yanqing was shivering from the cold, he thought for a while, took out his spare phone and found out He Chuanhua's phone number, intending to seek foreign aid.

In the original text, as a villain in the middle stage, He Chuanhua can hammer the hero and heroine to the ground, and in the end, he almost dragged the hero to die together.It can be seen that although he is not a teacher from a famous family, he is a real talent.

Song Yanqing thought that no matter how powerful the ghosts in this school were, they would not be as powerful as the ghost king Hongji.

The voice in the teaching building became louder and louder, but the phone in his hand was never connected.

Song Yanqing called again, and after waiting for a while, He Chuanhua's voice came from the other side.

"What's wrong?" He Chuanhua asked out of breath.

The other side of the phone was quite lively, there were ghost cries and screams, and He Chuanhua chanted a few spells from time to time.

Song Yanqing felt that He Chuanhua was much busier than himself, so he coughed lightly and explained the situation here concisely.

Suddenly, a woman's scream came from the phone. The scream was so miserable that Song Yanqing's skin was aroused even through the phone.

He Chuanhua's voice came intermittently, "They're all lonely ghosts, they can't hurt you."

He paused, then continued: "I've been to the place you mentioned. If you don't gather yin, you can't breed evil spirits. The strength is not as good as the mirror ghost you met today. Don't be afraid, the police will be fine when they arrive."

According to the original setting, He Chuanhua is an honest person whose mind is only on catching ghosts. If he says it’s okay, then it must be okay.

Song Yanqing's little heart, which was still hanging, immediately let go. He sat cross-legged on the flag raising platform, propped his chin and looked at the teaching building not far away.

Listening to the voice on the phone, he guessed that the ghost from the last compartment still came out.I don't know how long He Chuanhua has been fighting with it, and he always trembles when he speaks.

It was probably at a critical moment, He Chuanhua chanted the mantra faster and faster, and at the end he yelled, "Nie Yi! The Taishang Laojun taught me to recite sutras as fast as a law!"

The loud voice made Song Yanqing tremble with fright.Even the chilly wind around him seemed to stop for a moment.

He Chuanhua looked at the female ghost tightly bound by the red rope, and put the mobile phone that was still on the phone in his pocket.Holding the yellow talisman with one hand and the other hand, before the female ghost broke free from the red rope, she charged straight up.

Song Yanqing could only hear He Chuanhua's tinkling and clanging, sometimes it was the female ghost's painful wailing, and sometimes it was the sound of falling to the ground at noon.He took out the chocolate beans he had brought, and listened while eating.

Although the picture cannot be seen, it sounds simply wonderful.

Just like what He Chuanhua said, the ghost in the teaching building didn't seem to have any intention of hurting him.After the flag was raised, none of them left, just stood at the window and watched.

The live broadcast was still going on, and after Song Yanqing thanked a few tips, the live broadcast screen suddenly became frozen.

The sound of He Chuanhua's chanting on the phone became blurred. Song Yanqing looked at the signal and found that it had become 2G.

"Taoist?" Song Yanqing called out, "Are you done with your work?"

He Chuanhua didn't answer him, the phone was quiet.

The live broadcast room that had been with him all this time had no messages at some point, as if it had been emptied.

'System. 'Song Yanqing shouted in her mind:' Sure enough, you are my little partner who will accompany me for the rest of my life. '

Quiet in her mind, Song Yanqing yelled a few more times, but the system that used to be returned in seconds seemed to be offline, without saying a word.

Song Yanqing smacked his lips and poured the last bit of chocolate beans into his mouth.Turning to look at the teaching building not far away, the ghosts in the window were gone.

On the sixth floor of the teaching building of the elementary school, there was a person standing at the window facing the flag raising platform.The distance was too far, Song Yanqing couldn't see clearly.

He shook his phone and looked down at the signal again.

When he looked away from the phone, he found that the figure standing at the window had already appeared on the fifth floor.

It was still facing the flag-raising platform, or he was sitting on the platform.

Even though Song Yanqing didn't know anything about ghosts and ghosts, he still knew that the figure in the window was staring at him.

He sniffed, and the familiar stench appeared again in the air.

Song Yanqing looked to the side of the teaching building, and saw that the Papa monster was moving out little by little.

This was different from what He Chuanhua said. Song Yanqing jumped off the flag raising platform and started to back up.

Maybe his prayers worked, Song Yanqing heard a small sound coming from the phone, as if someone was talking.

He tentatively called Daochang, and He Chuanhua's voice could be heard intermittently from inside.

"Go to the big door." The voice dragged on for a long time, as if someone slowed it down.

He Chuanhua's voice was deep and full of magnetism. When he spoke, his words were straight and round, but now it sounded strange.

Song Yanqing stroked the red cloth on her wrist, and asked in a low voice: "I feel that something is not right. Those harmless ghosts in the teaching building are gone. Is something wrong?"

He Chuanhua's fight was lively and lively before, but now it's eerily quiet.

"Go to the gate, it's safe there." He Chuanhua said again.

Song Yanqing smacked her lips and looked back at the gate with iron bars.There are overgrown weeds outside the gate. Although there is a strong wind blowing on the playground, the weeds outside the gate are motionless.

When Song Yanqing turned his head again, he found that the figure in the primary school teaching building had appeared on the second floor.

He wanted to tell He Chuanhua about this matter, but he kept repeating over and over on the phone to go to the gate.

Song Yanqing was already prepared for a head-on confrontation, he was only a little panicky now, but not because he was afraid of losing his ability to judge.

He clenched his fists, pursed his lips and said, "I'm afraid it's too late to run over. When you chanted the mantra just now, the yin on my side was a little weaker. How about this? Let it go."

Just as Song Yanqing expected, the thing on the phone couldn't recite mantras at all.

Song Yanqing still clearly remembered what He Chuanhua said when the signal was not interrupted.

Song Yanqing had the bottom line in his mind, he made up his mind, and said in a cold voice with a downcast face: "Don't pretend, let's face it head-on, you can see if I beat you or not, and you're done."

As soon as his words came out, the wind in the playground became louder.

All the lights in the teaching building were extinguished, and the figures who had appeared on the first floor also disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, Song Yanqing felt something resting on top of his head, damp and cold.

Song Yanqing looked up, only to see a human head facing her, with a long tongue hanging down from her mouth, black and red blood dripping on the tip of Song Yanqing's nose.

Song Yanqing stepped back abruptly, narrowed her eyes and looked at the flag raising platform.

Where he had been sitting stood a girl, the same girl who had been leaning against the window and screaming at him, only her head wasn't on her neck.

She was holding her hair and holding her head up.The head turned slowly, and He Chuanhua's voice kept coming out of his mouth.

"Go to the - big - door."

Song Yanqing was not afraid at all, he had pinched at least dozens of heads with the leader, and now he still feels a little kind when he sees the heads.

The two confronted each other for a long time, but the girl had no intention of attacking him.

Seeing that the Baba monster had already climbed onto the runway, Song Yanqing had to back away again to avoid getting stinky all over.

He Chuanhua and the system cannot be contacted now, and there is no signal in the live broadcast room.

Song Yanqing lost her mind for a while, and the girl with the head-repeater on the opposite side was getting better, and she kept repeating the same sentence with the head in her hand.

It was alright at first, but later Song Yanqing had physical discomfort.

He was rubbing his temples, and was about to punch her in the head.

The human head suddenly stopped to repeat.

He Chuanhua's voice stopped abruptly, and turned into a clear and immature child's voice.

"Sister, she's coming." The head turned to Song Yanqing's direction, his empty eyes fixed on Song Yanqing and said: "The ghost who jumped from the second floor with me is about to wake up."

Song Yanqing shook her hand, expressing that she did not believe her nonsense.

The girl raised her hand and was twisted by her head on her neck, and pressed her head back.

Song Yanqing watched from the side, thinking that it was still detachable.

After pressing her head, the girl kept the distance between the two of them, and said softly, "Sister, go quickly, if you don't go, it will be too late."

She pointed to the iron gate and said to Song Yanqing: "The key to the lock is in the haystack. You can hold the key and stretch your hand out from the middle of the railing to open the outer lock. Hurry up, it's too late."

Song Yanqing looked at her suspiciously, and the girl's eye sockets slowly overflowed with blood.

She grinned, revealing a ferocious and sad smile, which made Song Yanqing almost rush up to hammer her.

"Ran Ran's death was indeed our fault, but it was just a prank at first." The girl spoke slowly, telling her own experience.

To put it simply, it is caused by campus bullying.The girl named Ran Ran was severely short-sighted, and the three girls stole her glasses and locked her in an outdoor toilet.

Ran Ran couldn't see the way clearly, so she stepped on the ground and fell into the pit of the outdoor toilet. There were several girls beside her, but she dared not help her because of the threat of the three girls.

Fortunately, the toilet in the school was not too deep, but when Ran Ran finally struggled to get out, the three girls had already asked a group of people to wait outside the door.

Seeing Ran Ran in a state of embarrassment, they named her the poop girl.

Ran Ran didn't go to class for a week, when she came to school again.She showed a weird smile in front of the whole class, and then fell straight to the ground.

The teacher was so frightened that she went to hug her, and when she touched her breath, she was already out of breath.

When Ran Ran died, her eyes were black and blue, and there was no wound on her body, but the corpse emitted an unpleasant stench.

The family members of the three girls apologized to Ran Ran's family one after another. Ran Ran's death was strange, but later it was proved that her death had nothing to do with the three girls.

Coupled with the fact that the school cares about reputation, this matter will be nothing.

"I already knew I was wrong. I realized that I hurt her, but she was already dead." The girl choked up and said, "I thought the matter would end like this, but I didn't expect that Ran Ran's death was indeed the beginning of a nightmare."

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