It's hard to be a good teacher

Looking back, there was nothing.The national teacher hugged his shoulders tightly, feeling that his little heart is not going well.

The point is, he can barely recognize the way during the day, but at night it looks the same no matter where he looks!Especially today when I heard that the national teacher is coming to hunt ghosts, the maids with lanterns who were parading on both sides of the road did not come out, leaving only hair-like trails.But if you don't walk on the road, it will only be more terrifying, right?There are far more things that will appear in the grass than on the stone road.How about throwing a coin and choosing a path?

Thinking about this, he took out a money bag from his pocket to touch a copper plate, when a gust of wind suddenly blew up behind him, making the branches rattle, the national teacher shook his hand, and the copper plate jingled Just rolled down a path.

"Hey!" Guo's brain was blank, he didn't think much about it, and the conditioned reflex teacher for many years just got into this path.It was very easy to dig out the steel coin from the cobblestones, and the national teacher realized that he was now standing on a path with particularly lush grass, and there was only one place in the palace that dared to grow grass like this-Lenggong.Lenggong, a place described affectionately in many turbid palace chapters, here is covered with white gauze, and the sky is full of dust... I can't think about it anymore!

Just when I was about to turn around and go back, I felt my back getting colder, as if someone was staring at me.The trembling national teacher didn't even dare to turn his head back. He gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and simply found a fork in the road ahead, preferably avoiding the cold and gloomy place before!

But until the gate of the cold palace appeared in front of the national teacher, there was no fork in the road.

National Teacher: It's over, I'm careless.

The red paint on the door of the cold palace is a little faded, some corners are torn, and the paint leather is rolled up, revealing the solid wood lining inside.The door was not locked, but one side of the door was opened straight away, as if someone had entered.The national teacher swallowed hard, took out a bag full of glutinous rice from his small cloth bag and hung it around his neck, then took out a small mahogany sword, looked back at the gloomy path, and looked at death as if at home Stepped into the cold palace.

The cold palace is empty, the doors and windows are dilapidated, some places are even covered with paper, and some doors and windows are open, like big mouths that cannibalize people.But there is no white gauze and white silk, only a few small spider webs here and there.

The national teacher scanned around, walked in as quietly as possible on kitten steps, "After passing through this door, it should be the back door of the Leng Palace." Because I'm going out soon, I'm a little more relaxed.

Suddenly there was a sound of turning something in the house on the left, and the national teacher yelled "Wow", because he was too scared, and the end sound was broken.He held the mahogany sword tightly in his hand, and when the sound stopped, he ran towards the direction of the back door drawn in his memory.

There is no door.

National Teacher: You're cheating! ! !