I rely on the vest to venture into the supernatural plane

After a while, after drinking some water for the unconscious classmates, everyone woke up one after another.

"Phew..." Seeing that everyone was fine, head teacher Zhao Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

This kind of class trip is organized by him, and if someone has an accident, he will also be punished.Moreover, these children are all his students. As a teacher, he really doesn't want to see any accidents happen.

No one had any accidents at all, except for just waking up a little confused, no one was injured, which is really a blessing in misfortune.

Because of the earthquake that just happened, Zhao Wen was very skeptical about the safety of Zhushan Village.

But because it was already night, Zhao Wen couldn't take everyone away directly. He could only stay in Zhushan Village for one night, and leave when he woke up tomorrow morning.

Zhao Wen stood in front of the crowd, looked at the people supporting each other, frowned slightly, and said in a worried tone: "We will go back to rest now, and go back to school tomorrow morning. Please support each other, and be careful not to fall."

"Yes." Everyone responded with a loud voice.

Zhao Wen nodded, ready to turn around and take everyone away, then he paused, looked around, and said in doubt: "Strange, why did the staff member in black clothes disappear just now?"

Before the students all ran upstairs, Zhao Wen stayed on the first floor and chatted casually with the man in black cloth until the earthquake happened...

After the earthquake, the staff...

so what?

Zhao Wen recalled it and found that his memory of that time was very vague.

"teacher?"

Seeing Zhao Wen stop, monitor Gu Anping asked suspiciously.

"It's okay." Zhao Wen shook his head, then walked ahead and led everyone to the place where they lived.

"..."

Xiang Yan looked up at Zhao Wen, the head teacher who was walking in front, thinking about his words.

Because they were relatively close, Xiang Yan also heard Zhao Wen's words just now, and he was a little concerned about the man in black cloth that Zhao Wen was talking about.

The system said before that it felt a very strong energy fluctuation.

At first, Xiang Yan thought it was the woman in white. After all, among the ghosts he met, the woman in white gave Xiang Yan the strongest feeling among the ghosts he had ever seen.

But the system said it was not the same, and the energy fluctuation of the woman in white was different from what she felt before.

This made Xiang Yan very concerned. An unknown ghost was hiding in the dark, which made Xiang Yan feel very passive.

[Darling, don’t worry too much, I’m always here. ] The system looked at Xiang Yan's dignified expression, and quickly comforted him.

[Um. ] Xiang Yan nodded slightly.

……

The back mountain of Zhushan Village.

A black ghostly figure flickered quickly in the dense bamboo forest.

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The black shadow stopped in front of a gray boulder, and looked up at the woman in white who was sitting on the boulder.

"Hey, here we come!" The woman in white smiled and raised her hand to say hello.

"..." Hei Ying silently glanced at the woman in white, and asked in a deep voice, "Why did you stop?"

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched into a faint smile, and her peach eyes looked at the displeased man in front of her, "Guess who I just met?"

"Who?" The black clothed man asked.

"The passage between hell and the world is about to be reconnected?" The woman in white didn't answer, but asked another question.

"Zuo Kexin!" The black clothed man called out the name of the white clothed woman with dissatisfaction.

"..." The woman in white, that is, Zuo Kexin smiled indifferently, got up and walked to the man in black, "The day hell reopens, ghosts will reappear, and the king of ghosts will come..."

"You said... besides that one, who else is the opponent of the ghost king?"

"You mean?!" The black clothed man looked up at Zuo Kexin in surprise.

"Hush!" Zuo Kexin stretched out a finger and lightly leaned on his lips, signaling the man not to say it, as long as he knew it.

After finishing speaking, Zuo Kexin turned and walked away with a mysterious smile on his face, leaving only the man in black with surprise, suspicion and fear mixed on his face.

After a while, the man slowly restrained the complicated expression on his face, turned around and walked deep into the bamboo mountain.

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The man stopped in front of a black wooden door and raised his hand to knock.

"Come in." A clear and elegant voice came from behind the door.

The man opened the door, bowed his head and walked in respectfully, "My lord."

The man called an adult was wearing a blue double-breasted gown embroidered with bamboo leaves. He sat by the window with a gentle face and looked at the bamboo forest in the distance.

Hearing the sound of the man in black approaching, he turned his head, nodded lightly, his tone was soft, full of a reassuring feeling, "Sit down."

"Yes." The man in black nodded and sat opposite to the man in blue.

"Lin Gui, you have failed." The man in the green shirt put down the teacup in his hand and said in a firm tone.

Lin Gui didn't say anything to defend himself, he bowed his head with shame on his face.

The high-rise incident was originally planned by Lin Gui and Zuo Kexin together. Lin Gui needed the souls of those outsiders, and Zuo Kexin needed their fearful emotions.

The two of them work together to get what they need.

But I didn't expect that Zuo Kexin stopped halfway through, and even sent those who were trapped in the ghost domain out.

Lin Gui told the man in the green shirt exactly what Zuo Kexin said just now.

"Hell..." The man in the green shirt touched his chin and whispered to himself. Although he was thinking about something, his expression was as gentle and calm as ever, like a mask that would not change.

After a pause, the man in the green shirt waved his hand and told Lin Gui to leave.

After Lin Gui left, a trace of displeasure appeared on the unchanged face of the man in blue.

[The ghost king is coming?I want to see if this new ghost king has the strength to hold his position. ] He snorted coldly in his heart, closed his eyes slightly, and his figure gradually dissipated in the breeze.

……

"Huh." As soon as he returned to the hotel room, Xu Wenguang threw himself on the bed and let out a heavy breath.

Seeing Xu Wenguang's appearance, Xiang Yan and the others also understood his feelings.It is indeed quite unacceptable that the materialistic worldview that I believed in for more than ten years suddenly shattered.

Xu Wenguang's performance was already very good. At least he was scared when he was in Huangquan, but he didn't yell and add trouble to Xiang Yan and Gu Anping.

Although Xiang Yan had never encountered a ghost before, he also knew how people would react when they saw a ghost for the first time.

Shouting or being unable to move in fright is a normal operation. Although scared, there are many ways to suppress the fear and look for clues, but if the face is calm, it is not normal.

So Xiang Yan and the others didn't say anything to Xu Wenguang's exhausted face, they just turned around and packed up their things, and then prepared to rest.

They have to get up early tomorrow morning to go back.

When everyone packed up their things and was lying on the bed ready to rest, Xu Wenguang suddenly asked, "Have you all seen many ghosts?"

After finally getting out of danger, Xu Wenguang's curiosity overwhelmed his fear. He recalled the performance of talking to Yan Gu Anping and the others in that place before, and suddenly became curious about them.

"Are you all celestial masters? Or mages, no, mages seem to be monks?"

Xu Wenguang thought of the horror novels he had read, in which the ghost-hunting priests seemed to be called celestial masters, and mages seemed to be called monks.

"A real celestial master is much better than us." Hearing what Xu Wenguang muttered, Gu Anping said helplessly.

Celestial Master, Mage, and Witch are the names of the three kinds of ghost hunters that are relatively well known today.

The real celestial masters and mages are powerful figures who have received orthodox teachings.

Like Wudang Mountain, Longhu Mountain and Shaolin Temple.

The country also cultivates many celestial masters and mages, but they are called differently.

In addition, there are many scattered people among the people, but most of them are not regular and cannot be called celestial masters.

And people like Gu Anping Xiangyan, who only have a little talisman, which is only enough to protect themselves and cannot catch ghosts, can only be said to be better than laymen, and they cannot be called celestial masters.

"Oh." Xu Wenguang nodded his head like a chicken pecking rice, listening to Gu Anping's explanation.

Xiang Yan on the other side also stretched out his ears to listen secretly.

Although the system has given him information about these things, it is a different feeling to say it from the mouth, at least it is much more flexible than the rigid words.

So, this night, Gu Anping gave Xu Wenguang some popular science knowledge about ghosts, lest Xu Wenguang accidentally commit any taboos in the future and provoke ghosts.

Xiang Yan also followed and listened all night.

Gu Anping didn't know that Xiang Yan was also listening. After all, they had heard these things since they were young, and their family members kept telling them what to do every day, always afraid that something would happen to them.

Gu Anping looked at Xiang Yan's performance in the face of ghosts before, thinking that he, like them, was a person who often encountered ghosts since childhood.Unexpectedly, Xiang Yan had only been in contact with ghosts for more than a month.

But even if Gu Anping knew that Xiang Yan was listening, he would not ask any questions out loud. For people like them who often encounter ghosts, the classmates and friends around them may be hiding something powerful behind their backs. identity.

They generally do not ask each other's identity information.

When encountering ghosts, cooperate together, and continue to live daily life without interfering with each other after the end.

……

Early the next morning, Xiang Yan and the others were called out by the head teacher, Zhao Wen.

Zhao Wen breathed a sigh of relief when everyone got on the return bus.

"Because of an accident, this travel plan ended early. Everyone should have a good rest after going back," Zhao Wen urged.

"Yes."

"understood."

Everyone sitting obediently in their seats responded.

"Huh?" Xu Wenguang sat on the seat, and looked back at Zhushan Village behind the car curiously when he set off, and then he noticed that there seemed to be fog outside Zhushan Village.

Bursts of mist floated, and the originally clear Zhushan Village gradually became blurred.

Xiang Yan, who was sitting next to Xu Wenguang, also turned his head and glanced behind him when he heard Xu Wenguang's slight hesitation.

Compared with Xu Wenguang's doubts, Xiang Yan thought more, his eyes fixed, and he asked the system to check the current situation of Zhushan Village.

He suspected that something happened in Zhushan Village.

After a while, the system came back.

[Darling, Zhushan Village is empty. ] The dignified voice of the system sounded.

"Empty?" Xiang Yan was so surprised that he said unconsciously.

"Huh?" Xu Wenguang looked over suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Xiang Yan shook his head and said it was fine.

The author has something to say: here is the Manuscript Box again, Xiuzi... I don’t know what Xiuzi is doing now, anyway, today’s update is up to me!