The whole world expects me to get a divorce

Wen Yan only stayed at his home for a week and came back. It's not that his parents bothered him, it's just that his parents both had to go on business trips and couldn't take care of him.

And in the courtyard here, the boyfriend was waiting for him eagerly, like a bride who was neglected, so his parents went out, and Wen Yan came back with a small bag on the back.

As soon as he came back, the house that was still a little deserted suddenly became lively. He played with the momentum of five people alone, lying on Rong Xiao's lap and acting like a baby, and shouting at the housekeeper to make snacks.

The holly trees in the yard would lose their leaves due to his arguing.

It was because Rong Xiao was dazzled by hormones and still thought he was cute.

You Buwen gave Rong Xiao a mocking look while cutting the fruit to make fruit meringue tarts.

Heh, this man is the same as a male demon, he loses his IQ when he falls in love.

"I'll be back later tomorrow night, don't wait for me to have dinner." Wen Yan leaned against Rong Xiao, flipping through the pictorials, "Our club has activities. We probably have a dinner together."

Rong Xiao did know that Wen Yan's good friend had set up a supernatural research club, specializing in the study of supernatural phenomena in various places.

In his opinion, this is purely a child's play.If they really researched some kind of supernatural power, they would probably have to cry for their father and mother.

But seeing that Wen Yan was having a good time, he didn't say anything. Instead, he asked intimately, "Do you need sponsorship funds?"

If necessary, it is not impossible for him to directly help buy a building.

"No need, I originally wanted to sponsor Comrade Xiao Jin, but he is also a hidden local tyrant with a lot of money."

Wen Yan didn't pay much attention to this "Supernatural Research Club" at the beginning, thinking that Jin Yueze was just joking, but he didn't expect that he actually applied for the activity classroom, and even rearranged the classroom, and recruited club members also It's all very interesting.

After coming and going, everyone is familiar with it.

Paranormal or not, the twice-weekly seminars morphed into community dinners.

"Besides, Yue Ze was very mysterious today. He said he wanted to show us a real guy, and he only called me and Li Zheng." Wen Yan turned another page of the book, not taking it seriously. Take out a pen and play with Pen Fairy, then I will beat him to call him Dad."

The two chatted until You Buwen called for dinner, and then they got off the sofa one after the other.

The rhythm of life seems to be in line with retirement.

When You Buwen was having dinner, he wanted to speak up several times, because Rong Xiao hadn't visited the Demon Management Bureau for almost half a month, which meant that the king would never go to court early.

But after thinking about it, if Rong Xiao didn't go to the Demon Management Bureau, Qi Kong should be the one who was anxious, what the hell was he doing.

He swallowed the words silently.

In the blink of an eye, it was the evening of the second day.

Wen Yan and Li Zheng came directly to their activity classroom, because Jin Yueze sneakily said that the secret should not be leaked, so there are only three of them in the classroom today.

Jin Yueze was already waiting for them in the classroom.

It was evening now, but the lights were not turned on in the classroom, only the setting sun shone in from the window like blood.

In the evening, it was originally called the time of encountering demons.

Jin Yueze sat by the window again, surrounded by the setting sun, his facial features became a little ghostly and unpredictable.

Compared with supernatural events, he looked more like a ghost.

Wen Yan didn't like this, and sat down next to Jin Yueze.

He had already seen the rolled paper in front of Jin Yueze, touched it with his finger, and asked, "Is this the real guy you said?"

Jin Yueze took his hand away: "Don't touch it indiscriminately, if it breaks, I will settle the score with you."

Wen Yan was not convinced, thinking who knows which fake Taoist priest you bought from, what's so precious about it.

Li Zheng didn't take it seriously either, and dragged a stool over to sit down, urging: "Don't play tricks, tell me what you called us here for."

Jin Yueze explained slowly: "Have you two heard that people in our school often see black shadows recently, and some people said that they saw someone studying in the classroom in the middle of the night, but when they walked in, they found that there was no one there."

Li Zheng and Wen Yan had indeed heard about it, and it was true.

There was a lot of rumors, and it was scattered in various student dormitories.

However, the heirs of Marx at the school analyzed it and suspected that there was a school bully sleepwalking. After all, there was still a month before the final exam, and it was normal to do some perverted things under too much pressure.

And which college has no haunted legends, it's not worth making a fuss about.

Wen Yan pondered for a while, and guessed what Jin Yueze meant: "Could it be that you want to decipher the legend on campus by yourself?"

Jin Yueze nodded with satisfaction, and praised Wen Yan's clever comprehension.

Only then did he unfold the things in front of him, and introduced: "Today, what I bring is a formation for measuring Yin Qi, with specific formulas. There will be different colors in the middle. If there is no color, it means there is no Yin Qi. If there is blue If the color is red, it means that there is a ghost lingering, and if it is red... it means that it is a grieving ghost."

Wen Yan didn't take it seriously at first, and just listened to it as a joke.

There is no lack of formations to measure Yin Qi, but Jin Yueze is a mere mortal, how could he get the genuine one.

He and Li Zheng looked at each other, and at the same time poked his head, ready to see what version of the counterfeit the array in Jin Yueze's hand was.

As a result, both of them froze.

Fuck, this is not a counterfeit.

"I'm going to take a test today to see if there are any ghosts in our school." Jin Yueze finished his last sentence.

In fact, he himself doesn't really believe in this campus legend. He is just a little curious and wants to play with itchy hands.

But he was afraid that if something was really tested, it would end badly, so he didn't call other members.

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wen Yan and Li Zheng to express their opinions, Jin Yueze had already started to recite the formula.

When Wen Yan heard it, something was even more wrong. How come the mantra is true.

Seeing that there is no way to stop Jin Yueze.

Wen Yan could only secretly text Li Zheng under the table.

"Td, this is something sold by a wicked Taoist priest. It's fake and deceiving, why is it selling the real thing!!"

Li Zheng replied: "Be safe and don't be impatient. It's really okay. Our school is very clean. What can we detect?"

Wen Yan thought so too, and was about to relax when he heard an exclamation from beside him.

Wen Yan turned his head stiffly.

As if to fight against him, I saw that there was really a small piece of bright red in the middle of the spread formation, like a small piece of wet rouge, smeared on the paper.

The classroom suddenly fell silent.

The three looked at each other, but no one said a word.

Instead, the red mark on the paper flowed like water.

Both Wen Yan and Li Zheng were not blind, and they could tell at a glance that this meant that the school was not only sinister, but also very close to them.

The two of them had a crazy brain storm, thinking how to cover up this matter.

But before the two of them spoke, Jin Yueze coughed: "It really turned red, it seems that the man didn't lie to me. The magic props are very useful."

He looked at Wen Yan and Li Zheng sincerely: "Don't be afraid, you two, what I bought is actually a magic prop, it turns red when you sprinkle some water on it. I just wanted to scare you."

Wen Yan: "..."

Li Zheng: "..."

God damn magic props.

That unknown bastard Taoist did a lot of harm.

But this is equivalent to being dozed off and someone gave a pillow, and the two nodded repeatedly.

"That's right, I said how could there be ghosts."

"Believe in science, believe in Marx."

All three of them stood up with sincerity written all over their faces, shoulders and backs in a tacit understanding, and went out hand in hand.

The classroom door slammed shut, as if nothing had just happened.