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the next day.

Finding a corner where no one was around, Zhong Cuo jumped, and without a sound, he jumped over the school wall that Zhang Fei once asserted that no one would be able to climb over it, and fell to the ground.

It's the time for class now, and there is no one on campus.To be cautious, Zhong Cuo turned into a ghost and beast and wandered around the school.

Who is it that draws that confusing formation?

This kind of magic circle is generally only used by ghosts, because the drawing method is cumbersome and ineffective, and now few ghosts use it.But Zhong Cuo has to admit that the person who can think of using the confusion array in that place is definitely a genius - he uses the characteristics of people's concentration when browsing to hide the confusion array in the background. What impact does it have on people, but if you read too much, it will gradually numb your nerves and make him believe in the content of the post.

However, it was still a ghost story written in a similar manner. Most ordinary people have half-belief in ghosts. This kind of mentality allows Huozhen to play better.As more people believe in him, he can use those people's mouths to attract people to watch, thus increasing the number of people he recruited...

However, what is his intention in doing this?

Thinking of this, Zhong Cuo couldn't help sighing—this is what he couldn't figure out all the time: those are just a few ghost stories, what's the use of believing too many people?Even if people all over the world believed the story, it wouldn't do anyone any good.

unless……

That person himself is the protagonist of those stories.

Thinking of this, Zhong Cuo's eyes narrowed.

The source of ghosts' power is very complicated, and the simplest thing is to cultivate. Whether it is using Yin Qi or absorbing the vitality of mortals, it can increase the power of ghosts bit by bit, allowing them to walk towards the broad road of ghosts and immortals.

The disadvantage is that there is very little yin energy in the yang world. Unless you are lucky enough to find a yin acupoint, if you want to cultivate into a ghost with that thin yin energy alone, you may have to practice until you are old.Ordinary people can be seen everywhere, but killing people will risk attracting practitioners, whether it is a monk or a Taoist priest, it is not something a mere kid can handle.

In addition, there is a quick but more difficult way - to make people "believe".

Ordinary people's beliefs can also become the power of ghosts. Since ancient times, there have been many examples of ghosts pretending to be gods and Buddhas to fulfill people's wishes, in order to make more people believe in themselves.This kind of power does not necessarily have to be positive, and it can be negative. There is such a bloody example in Zhong Cuo's memory: A certain country once made a movie with the theme of ghosts, perhaps to exaggerate the horror effect At the end of the ghost film, the ghosts are not eliminated like most ghost films, but the wraith that killed many people hides in the darkness again.As a result, because the film was shot so well, many people developed a strong fear of the "ghosts" in the film. The fear of countless people condensed into a terrifying force, and ghosts that did not exist appeared in the world every now and then, almost causing trouble. Big mess.

It is very difficult to repeat this kind of example, after all, people are not so easily scared by ghosts these days.But if it is a pre-existing ghost who wants to use this to gather strength...

He can't ignore it.

"How?" During lunch time, Zhang Fei secretly brought a meal to meet Zhong Cuo at the school.As soon as they met, he inquired about Zhong Cuo's achievements.

"No." Zhong Cuo turned back into a human form, shaking his head in frustration, "There are six places mentioned in it, and I went to five, but none of them smelled ghostly."

"What about the sixth?"

"The bathroom in the girls' dormitory," Zhong wrongly glanced at him, "The aunt at the door is too strict, or you will take me in?"

"...Forget it." Zhang Feihan said—the girls' dormitory is an absolute restricted area for boys in Chonghua High School. Touch into the dormitory.Not to mention him as a small teacher, even if the director came in person, he would have to produce a certificate issued by the principal. He really didn't have the courage to challenge the authority of the aunt.

"In short, your school is very clean, that post..."

"I asked about it in class today. Almost all the students in the class have seen that post, and some of them are almost memorized." Speaking of this, Zhang Fei is helpless. The speed of news spread among students is too fast. The most dedicated students who only read sage books also know that there are a lot of strange stories in their school, and some students even added the stories to their own interpretations, and developed multiple versions such as fantasy, suspense, reasoning, romance, etc. Zhang Fei was amazed.

If this goes on like this, the school leaders will interfere sooner or later. What is it for a group of students to tell ghost stories every day?

Moreover, Mr. Lin's tracking also failed. The hands and feet of the person who posted the post were very clean. He tried his best to find no trace of that person, which made him sigh in the office all morning. superior".

At present, all means are ineffective, the two people, one big and one small, sit silently, and deep worry can be seen on each other's faces.

"Forget it, don't worry too much," Zhang Fei tried to comfort him by reaching out to pat Zhong Cuo on the shoulder.

"Aren't you worried?"

"No matter how much you worry about not being able to find the clues, there is nothing you can do. Why don't you wait, maybe the clues will pop up by themselves in two days." Seeing that the clock was wrong, Zhang Fei still had a dignified face. After thinking about it, Zhang Fei smiled, "Our school will There is a lecture on happy life, do you want to come and listen to it?"

"I'm not a human being, what a happy life to listen to."

"Let's learn from experience, come on." Maybe it's because he switched to Teacher Zhang's mode at this moment, Zhang Fei seemed extremely patient.Zhong Cuo stared at someone's smiling face for a while, then nodded helplessly: "It's up to you."

At six o'clock in the evening, the auditorium of Chonghua High School.

The auditorium, which can hold thousands of people, is almost full of people. This happy life lecture is called a voluntary school activity, but in fact, like most "voluntary" activities in the school, there is no room for you to volunteer.Many students were mumbling and complaining that this lecture took up their free time when they sat down. Only some girls were very happy, and they seemed to be Mr. Gui's fans.

It was only later that Zhang Fei found out that Mr. Gui's identity was really unusual.He is a returned overseas Chinese. He went to the United States with his parents when he was a child. After finishing high school in the United States, he did not go to college. Instead, he carried a schoolbag and started to travel around the world with a thousand dollars. Three books.After he finished traveling around, he went back to China to go to university, and started his own business while studying. The process could be written into a YY novel.This person is only 29 years old now, and already has several companies under his name. It is said that his net worth has already exceeded [-] million—it is still in US dollars.

Now he is not too involved in the business field, but is busy with public welfare undertakings, and there are even rumors that he is going to enter the entertainment industry.In short, he is a figure that ordinary people like Zhang Fei can only look up to.

As a successful person, Mr. Gui has never hesitated to share his life experience with others.He is good-looking, eloquent, and the stories he tells are really interesting, which naturally attracts a large audience, and some people have set up his fan club online.

I don't know how the principal invited this great god to the school... Sitting in the corner of the last row, Zhang Fei looked at the people standing on the stage under the spotlight from a distance, and muttered to himself.

"That guy is the Mr. Gui you mentioned?" A fluffy dog's head emerged from the collar of Zhang Fei's coat, imitating him to look at the stage.

"That's right," Zhang Fei rubbed the short hair on Zhong Cuo's head. The fine black hair felt very good when it rubbed against his fingers. finger.He didn't bite, but looked at Zhang Fei threateningly, and grinned to reveal a row of thick fangs.

"It won't be bald if you touch it..." Zhang Fei pulled his finger back angrily.

Zhong Cuo, who defended his sovereignty, snorted and turned his head back to the direction of the stage.

After the start of the speech, it is customary for the leader to speak first, and the principal went up to give a short speech, thanked Mr. Gui for taking the time to come, and then replaced it with the dean of academic affairs. The speech diverged to the fact that some students were too impetuous recently, and they were addicted to bad reading materials. The bounden duty of students is to study, so don't waste time in unnecessary places... BLABLA can't stop talking.

When Zhang Fei was in school, he hated the leader's speech the most. Now that he is a teacher, he is not much better. Because he is in the last row and others can't see him, he simply put the back of the chair down and half lay down, with Zhong Cuo lying on his chest. , the eyes were half-opened and half-closed, and when one person and one dog were about to be sent to sleep, the director of academic affairs who was still thinking about it finally gave up the microphone and gave up the seat to the right master.

The main character's appearance was really extraordinary, and as soon as the higher-ups raised their voices, there were a lot of excited murmurs in the auditorium.Mr. Gui didn't think he was disobedient, but fell silent, quietly waiting for the auditorium to return to silence.When the last person who spoke in private closed his mouth in embarrassment, he smiled and said, "Thank you for your welcome, but next time, I hope you can give me applause."

As soon as this remark came out, thunderous applause erupted in the auditorium.After the applause stopped, Mr. Gui's speech officially began.

He has a good voice, gentle and magnetic, and the stories are told beautifully.It's a pity that Zhang Fei was not very supportive. Although he felt that it was impolite for him to sleep when others were giving speeches, he still felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier.

After a little struggle, he couldn't resist Zhou Gong's call.Zhang Fei finally closed his eyes and slowly fell asleep.

... Zhang Fei stood in a mass of white, his confused brain couldn't tell the direction.He shook his head, looked around, and finally found a figure from behind.

The figure from his back looked a little strange, but also a little familiar. Zhang Fei thought about it carefully, and finally found out his identity from his memory.

Isn't that what Zhong Cuo looks like as an adult?

"Xiao Fei? Why are you here?"

Hearing his call, Zhong Cuo turned around, and the face that impressed Zhang Fei reappeared in front of his eyes, but it was frowning.

"How did you transform? Didn't you say that you should try to save 5 minutes every day?"

"I've grown up, Dad."

The young ghost king looked at the person in front of him flatly, and said calmly.

"Grow... grown up?" No, just now it was still...

It seems that the brain stuffed with a ball of cotton has no thinking ability at all. Zhang Fei can only stare at the person in front of him in a daze. After thinking for a long time, he said: "Growing up...then why are you still here?"

Didn't he always want to go back to the underworld...

Hearing his words, the ghost king showed a somewhat disappointed expression on his face - but the expression flashed by and then disappeared soon.

He stretched out his hand and held Zhang Fei's hand. The temperature from the overlapping of their hands made Zhang Fei's mind a little clearer. He judged that this kind of action was not like a clock fault would make at all— — Is this kid stupid?

Holding Zhang Fei's hand, the Ghost King looked at him solemnly and said, "I have something to tell you, Zhang Fei."

He clenched his hands tightly, as if he was afraid that Zhang Fei would escape.The pitch-black eyes stared at him without blinking, and there was a bit of scorching heat in the eyes...

That look seemed to wish to see through his body and directly see his soul.

"What's the matter?" His weird attitude made Zhang Fei feel that something was wrong, but before he had time to figure out what was wrong, he had already opened his mouth——

"The capital turnover of the underworld is not working well, and your 500 million is gone."

……

……

At that moment, God!collapse!land!crack!

"My money!" With a scream, Zhang Fei sat up from the chair with a bang.