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"Well, it's troublesome. ... Goodbye."

Putting down the phone, he took a deep breath, and the smile that was barely supported on his face collapsed in an instant.

He scratched his head, opened the messy notepad, and read one by one with his fingers on it, until he was sure that he had resolved the last contact, and he was slightly relieved.

Mr. Gui casually circled a battleground, and they, the grassroots staff, would have to run away.Linshan City is a big city with a small reputation in China, so if something happens in the city government, it will not be easy to cover it up.

In order not to cause trouble, they had to clear the venue in advance. This clearance was not just as simple as letting the city government officials leave. The radius of one kilometer around the government office building must be safely controlled to avoid accidents.

Unfortunately, the place where the Linshan City Government is located is the most prosperous street section in Linshan City. The population density within a radius of one kilometer is astonishingly high. It is difficult to control so many people without them noticing. Thinking about the difficulty, many I feel my scalp go numb.

Now all parties have been contacted, but anything may be sent that day, just in case...

Suddenly there was a light click, and many bodies tensed suddenly, their postures did not change, but their hands were already pressed on their chests.

Fortunately, he was relieved by the sound that came to his ears: "The layout of the 'mountain' is almost done...how about you?"

"Knock on the door first when you come in next time, buddy~" Many complained half-truthfully, and swiped at him the little book that was drawn like a ghostly talisman, "At present, it is basically OK, and all departments are still cooperative. At that time, it will be up to God to see if he will reward his face."

He said God on his mouth, but many eyes were fixed on Xi Shao's face.Xi Shao hummed: "'over there' is almost settled...a lot."

"...Every time you call my name, I feel gross." Many grunted, "What's the matter?"

"After this matter is over, I may have to go back to Longhu Mountain..."

"Stop! Stop!" Many followers jumped up like firecrackers, "My dear partner, you dare to say such an unlucky thing! You are looking forward to a decisive battle, so you are looking forward to going back to your hometown to get married. Well!"

"I'm not married."

"That's not okay, I just pretend I didn't hear what I said just now, and don't tell me any more," Manyu waved his hands, "It's really...you are a Taoist priest anyway, so you can't be scruples about what you say."

He lowered his head while muttering, and continued to write and draw in the notebook. Xi Shao hummed lightly, walked to the side and sat down.

The Linshan incident this time is a crisis, but it is also an opportunity. Many of them are fully responsible for the Linshan incident. Once the matter is properly resolved...

Sighing silently, Xi Shao continued in his heart what he hadn't been able to say before.

After this matter is over, they won't be partners...

At the bottom of the dark and cold Wolong Lake, a black-haired young man sat cross-legged, staring intently at the square inch in his palm.

The light in his palm flickered and reflected on his face, giving off a somewhat strange smell.

"Ghost Dragon King, stay safe."

A deep, middle-aged male voice sounded in the empty "Dragon Palace", Bi Wei didn't even bother to raise his head, only the dragon tail protruding from the hem of his clothes patted the ground meaningfully, as a greeting.

Zhang Yanmiao walked a little closer to Biwei, and looked at the thing in his hand with some curiosity - he had seen this thing from the little Taoist priests on the mountain, and it was said that it was called P...P What is it?

The pressure from Zhang Tianshi finally made Biwei withdraw his attention from the game console in his hand for a second, and he raised his head: "Is there something wrong?"

"please help me."

"No time." Biwei lowered her head again, immersing herself in the game world.

Zhang Yanmiao didn't think it was disobedient - he couldn't expect this ghost dragon to be so diligent, let alone they didn't have much friendship.

It's just... reaching into the cuff and pinching it, and when he pulled it out again, there was already a thin red string between Zhang Yanmiao's fingers.

There is a small scale hanging under the red rope, the color is like sapphire, even at the bottom of this dark lake, the green scale still shimmers with a warm shimmer.

Biwei raised her head abruptly, staring at Qinglin with her dim eyes, her eyes flickering.

After staring at Longlin for a while, he finally said: "...you, you have seen him."

"Yes." Zhang Yanmiao said.

"……very good."

Without nostalgia, he turned on the power of the game console, Biwei slowly got up, and stretched out his hand to Zhang Yanmiao.

"Did the Dragon King agree?"

"What do you want me to do, tell me quickly."

"July [-]th, [-]th, and [-]th, please make it rain."

"rain?"

"how?"

"...Nothing, all right."

Horizontal - skimming - point...

The talisman brush dipped in cinnabar drew intricate and complex lines on the talisman paper. Song Guimu was relieved until the last stroke was made, and put away the talisman paper.

The monk lay on the side, watching his movements seriously, and occasionally raised his tail to wipe the sweat dripping from Song Guimu's forehead.

"Okay, we're almost ready!" Looking at the thickly stacked talisman papers, Song Guimu said half a sentence confidently, but then changed the subject in the second half, "...but we should prepare more Well, be prepared..."

The monk swept his tail and patted him on the wrist.Song Guimu groaned twice, put down his pen with a wry smile.

He didn't do anything else in the past few days, and all his energy was spent on equipment. Ninety percent of his hard-earned savings had been lost in two days. It also has to be thrown out.

He had more than enough preparations to deal with thousands of ghosts, but for some reason, he always felt that it was not enough.

Thinking that the enemy he was about to face was that person, Song Guimu felt that no matter how much he prepared, in front of that person, he was as weak as a newborn baby.

He simply... didn't have the courage to face him.

The monk gave a soft cry, jumped onto Song Guimu's lap in a few steps, and looked up at him.

Song Guimu sighed, and gently rubbed the monk's hair: "Don't think about it, and I can't think of anything good...Anyway, that's the worst ending, so I'm afraid of nothing."

Pretending to smile relaxedly, Song Guimu got up and picked up the broom and dustpan on the side. Under his mess these days, the house was quite messy.

"Come on, clean up the room—if you don't come back this time, the house will probably have to be returned. Auntie Hua has taken care of us for so long, so we can't just leave a mess for her to do, right?"

"Students, I have good news for you—"

In the last class in the morning, even the most energetic students were showing signs of fatigue at this time, plus it was self-study and not lectures, the classroom was rickety, lying down in all kinds of ways.Zhang Fei's words brought them back from their dazed state. Everyone cheered up and stared at the teacher "affectionately", hoping to spit out the good news from him that he would not have to make up classes next week.

"Classes are suspended this afternoon," Zhang Fei knocked on the table. "Why? You can know the weather forecast when you go back. A wave of rain clouds is coming, and the rainstorm warning has been put on the second gear. After school at noon Don't stay outside, go home quickly, and don't go out these few days."

"Teacher, tomorrow is Saturday—" a student screamed.Although it is nice to have half a day off, but today is Friday, and tomorrow and the day after are all rest days, even if there is a holiday, it is meaningless.By Monday, no matter how strong the rain cloud was, it would have passed, and they still had to go to class.

"The plan for making up lessons next week remains the same, and I will still lead the class." Zhang Fei ruthlessly shattered the pure expectations of the students. You have to do what you have to do, this year is different from the past, the Office of Academic Affairs is dedicated to checking the completion of the summer homework, it is not so easy to mess around."

As soon as the words came out, the students didn't even have the strength to scream, and could only lie on the table and complain.Zhang Fei didn't care, and waited for the bell to ring with a smile: "It's time, get out of class is over—don't forget to go home early!"

A group of students scrambled to leave the classroom, Zhang Fei stayed in the classroom to sort things out, and when he finished, there was only one student left in the room.

"What's the matter?" Zhang Fei raised his head, and was a little surprised to find that the student who stayed behind was actually Jiang Hao—this student always gave him a slightly different feeling, after all, not everyone can wear relics as bracelets.

Although the bracelet is now... Zhang Fei glanced at the classroom door, and sure enough, he found Zhou Ze who was walking around.

"...Teacher," Jiang Hao didn't seem to know what to say, "My family lives on Linbei Road..."

"It's a good place." A square meter of house there doesn't cost more than three months' wages.

"In the past few days, I always feel a little... weird." Jiang Hao said hesitantly.

Zhang Fei smiled: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

Jiang Hao didn't speak, just nodded.

It's normal to be uncomfortable. The city government is just on Linbei Road. The concentration of Yin Qi in that area is extremely high. Ordinary people may only think that it is cooler than other places, but for some sensitive people...

But Zhang Fei didn't think it was appropriate to tell his students about this.

So he patted Jiang Hao on the shoulder: "Don't worry, it's probably going to rain heavily, and the air pressure is low, which makes you feel uncomfortable. Do your homework at home these two days, and you'll feel comfortable when the rain is over."

His statement does not sound reliable, but there is a power in his voice that makes people want to believe.Jiang Hao nodded, the gloom on his face dissipated slightly.He suddenly thought of something, and said again: "Teacher."

"what?"

"My homework is done."

"..." How do you say something?Those who finish their homework before the last week of summer vacation are enemies of the people.

Finally, after tidying up the classroom, Zhang Fei closed the door and locked it, and walked out of the teaching building.

The sky is already covered with overcast clouds, maybe Zhang Fei has a preconceived idea, he always feels that the rain clouds in the sky at this moment are particularly cloudy and cold, as if what is falling is not only rainwater, but also some big ghosts and little ghosts...

"So slow."

Zhang Fei's eyebrows twitched at the sound that suddenly entered his ears, and then he smiled brightly: "Come pick me up?"

"..." Zhong Cuo, who was standing by the school gate, obviously struggled for a while, and finally nodded: "Yes."

"I'm so touched." Considering that this is the school gate, Zhang Fei didn't rush forward for a bear hug, but just put a smile on Zhong Cuo's shoulder: "Go home, rest this afternoon, is there any entertainment?"

"No."

"Then let me watch the best selection of the world's [-] horror horror movies..."

Zhong Cuo's face darkened: "Don't you think you can't see enough ghosts?"

"Just treat it as a practical exercise."

"up to you."

"Besides, I also want to spend more time with you."

His tone was as if nothing had happened, Zhong Tiao paused his steps, hummed lightly, then caught up with Zhang Fei and walked side by side with him.

——"It is because the remaining time is short that I feel that one day missing is a big loss."

……Remaining time.

Where Zhang Fei didn't notice, Zhong Cuo's hand clenched slightly into a fist.

Like this, you can catch the passing time.