Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

...It was a bit of outspoken anger that was not concealed.

Stuck by the murderous response, I couldn't help but take the earrings that act as communicators - one can imagine that a modern technologically handicapped patient will not use such a high-tech gadget as a mobile phone - away from his ears Mr. Gui said, "How do you feel about my speech?"

"The hypnotic effect is first-rate. I fell asleep after listening to three sentences."

"Sorry, I didn't start casting the spell until I said five sentences..."

"That proves that not only spells, but you yourself can make people drowsy."

"It seems that after finishing this job, I can consider treating insomnia...but before that, Mr. Zhang, do you want to save your students?"

The voice on the other side of the phone obviously paused, and then a voice full of doubts came over: "What do you want?"

"Is this..."

"If you ask for money, you don't have to give it up. Other than that, you can consider it."

"Then, what about your little ghost king?"

"He is equal to 500 million, which is within the scope of money." There seemed to be a voice similar to "Who is 500 million!" from the phone, which made Mr. Gui laugh: "Don't worry, I just want to play a game with you .”

"……what game?"

"It's very simple, you should have read that post too, right?"

"You mean the weird post?"

"good."

"You didn't make up that stuff, did you?"

"If you can, I'd rather you call it the concealed truth—you've seen it yourself, haven't you?"

"So, what do you want?"

"Those strange stories are the goal of our game. As long as you can destroy all the strange stories before the sun comes out, then you are the winner. As a loser, I will be willing to release those who entered the dream."

This time, the silence was much longer.When the voice on the other side of the phone rang again, it had been replaced by a childish but cold voice: "You... no, what are you planning?"

"us?"

"I don't know what your relationship is with that ghost in the Zijin Building before, but there must be some connection between you. If it takes so much effort to set up such a battle, if it's just for playing a game, it's too small to look down on others. ?”

"So what if you look down on you? Little, ghost, king." Mr. Gui said flatly, deliberately emphasizing the pronunciation of the word "little ghost".

There was a chaotic noise on the other side of the phone, but fortunately, it was quickly changed to someone who spoke: "Just beat up those monsters? How can I trust you?"

"Believe it or not, I don't mind being suspicious."

"..."

"In addition, I can add a message for free: I am in this school. It's just that you can't come to me unless you defeat the six strange stories."

"..."

"If your hands and feet are fast enough and your strength is strong enough, maybe you can come and walk in front of me."

"Then, you just wash it up and wait." Obviously angered by his words, the response over there was full of fighting spirit.

"However, there is an additional condition to this game."

"……Say."

"This is your game alone—in other words, that little ghost king cannot participate."

"Can't go!" Almost the next moment he heard this sentence, Zhong Cuo grabbed Zhang Fei's clothes.

Zhang Fei waved at him to signal him to be quiet first, and continued: "Why?"

"If there must be a reason, it's probably because I like it," Mr. Gui's voice sounded cheerful, "and even I don't dare to underestimate the ultimate power of the underworld... The game is too simple to be fun, right? Is it?"

"Besides, it's not that you can't deal with the enemy without him. I haven't seen anyone who can hurt ghosts with bare hands."

"I am very proud to be the unique one." Zhang Fei said nonchalantly.

"Just in case, I hope you can take off the spirit ring. Don't worry, this will not lead to the termination of the contractual relationship between you."

Hearing this, Zhang Fei looked at Zhong Cuo. Although his face was dark and ugly, he still nodded.

"Is it necessary to be so careful?"

"The point of the game is to be fair, isn't it?"

"To be fair, shouldn't you come out and have a one-on-one with me?" With a cold snort, Zhang Fei held the phone with his face sideways, and raised his hand to remove Shu Linghuan.

After taking off the rather heavy bracelet, his wrist suddenly felt relaxed. Zhang Fei moved his wrist and handed the beam ring to Zhong Cuo.

Zhong Cuo, who had received the ring, still had a bad expression on his face. Zhang Fei stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder, and said, "Is that all? If there is no problem, I will hang up first."

"One last thing to add, this game is not mandatory. As long as you want, you don't even need to step out of the auditorium."

"Have you said enough? I'm hanging up." Zhang Fei pressed the phone dead expressionlessly, exhaled, raised his head, and found that the students had gathered around him at some point.

"Teacher, are you really going...to deal with those strange stories?" Zhou Ze, who had experienced strange stories himself, had an extremely ugly face.

"Yes," Zhang Fei was much calmer than them, just moving his body slowly, posing as if he was ready to go.

The few students didn't speak, but their faces became more solemn than one another, and the one with the most serious expression dragged him: "Do you think what he said is the truth?"

"It's hard to say." After being silent for a while, Zhang Fei shook his head, "I can only say that there must be fakes, and there must be truths."

"Then you still..."

"Can I not go?" Shrugging with a wry smile, Zhang Fei glanced at the auditorium and couldn't help but sighed again.

Zhong Cuo was silent.

"Eat the king's salary, share the king's worries, take other people's wages, and work for others... NND, when I applied for the job, he didn't say that the teacher would also work part-time to fight ghosts!" Looking in the direction of the principal, he cast a resentful glance, Zhang Fei picked up the water pipe and shook it twice. Feeling that he was in a good enough state, he scanned the students around him: "Which one of you can lend me your mobile phone?"

The students were silent for three seconds...

"Mine! I can!"

"I can too!"

"My battery is full!"

"Your broken phone won't last long when it's fully charged, teacher, mine is iPhone 4!"

"Fruit fans die!"

Twitter, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping, ping.

In the end, Zhou Ze stood out with a Nokia and got the chance to be borrowed by Zhang Fei.Zhang Fei took the phone and fiddled with it a few times. After entering the number, he handed it to Zhong Cuo. The disappointed student Zhou squatted aside mournfully.

"Hold it, if I encounter any trouble, I may call you at any time." Taking out his mobile phone to check the battery, then plugging in the earphones and hanging them on his ears, Zhang Fei urged.

"...Okay." Pursing his lips, Zhong Cuo nodded vigorously.

Glancing at Zhang Fei, he suddenly said, "Wait a minute."

"what?"

Raising his hand and making a move in the air, the pitch-black broken knife came from the void and appeared in front of everyone.

"...Don't you think we should keep a low profile?" Zhang Fei asked after looking at his petrochemical students.

Zhong Cuo pretended not to hear, and shook the wrong knife at him: "Try and see if it works."

Zhang Fei took the knife according to his words. To his surprise, this long knife, which was almost as tall as him, was not as heavy as it appeared on the outside, but was extremely light, and it was as easy to handle as it could be held in one's hand.

"Lend it to me?" Zhang Fei asked knowingly.

"At least better than plumbing."

"Back then, I relied on a water pipe to fight against all invincible opponents in the world..." In other words, when facing ghosts, the ghost king's weapons are obviously better, so Zhang Fei accepted Zhong Cuo's kindness with a honest smile.

With his mobile phone hanging on his waist, and a water pipe in his left hand and a knife in his right, Zhang Fei pushed open the door of the auditorium.

The night outside the door was so dark that it seemed to swallow all life.

"Then, see you later." Leaning against the door and looking back, Zhang Fei greeted with a smile.

The response he got was silence. Everyone knew how dangerous it was outside. It was true that Zhang Fei was very powerful, but what he had to face was the unknown that was more terrifying than anything else.

Fortunately, he can still laugh heartlessly.

In a strange silence, Zhong Cuo slowly stepped forward and looked up at Zhang Fei.

"...Don't die outside, it's very annoying to change priests." Eyes met Zhang Fei for a moment, Zhong Cuo turned his face away, and said calmly.

"I won't hand over the opportunity to others." Smiling, Zhang Fei suddenly remembered something, and reached into his pocket to take it out.After taking it out, he had already held several ghost crystals in the palm of his hand.

He didn't forget to store the spoils when teaching Yougui a lesson before, and he also condensed a few of the beam rings for him when he was fighting ghosts alone, and now he gathered them together, and he actually had nearly ten yuan, which is not a small sum of income.

Taking the ghost crystal over, Zhong Cuo slowly clenched his hand.

After explaining the last thing, Zhang Fei took a deep breath and walked out.

"Teacher..." Gritting his teeth, Zhou Ze shouted, "You must come back properly!"

"Of course," Zhang Fei turned around and smiled, "You still have my class tomorrow!"

His back finally disappeared into the darkness.

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Seeing Zhang Fei leave, the students in the auditorium fell silent.

A lonely savior, a hero with only one person... At this time, Zhang Fei was gradually rendered with a sense of sadness in their hearts.

As if the five-flavored bottle had been overturned in his heart, Zhong Cuo squeezed the mobile phone in his palm, secretly reminding himself to calm down.

That guy will definitely encounter a lot of problems... and I must give him the most perfect answer no matter what.

Whatever comes to mind, Zhong Cuo just had such an idea in his mind, and the phone rang loudly!

"Hello?" Zhong Cuo shouted nervously when he connected to the phone immediately - for a moment, his voice was trembling.

"That..." Zhang Fei's voice sounded embarrassing, "What I want to call is a ghost story, right?"

"……Correct."

"Where did that weird talk come from? I don't seem to remember it."

"..."