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Late at night, in front of the old school building.

Yuan Yi scratched at the door, refusing to go in even though he said nothing.

The evening wind blew, and Yuan Yi screamed in fright.

After the death of the ghost-seeking team who came to film, the police sealed off the old school building, and a seal was posted on the door.

Xia Youjie took off the seal, and saw the obvious filth of the curse spirit at the door.

He followed the disabled to the fourth floor, and stopped at the stairs on the fourth floor.

Seeing this, Gojo Satoru also followed, and before leaving, he deliberately left a sentence: "Then you wait here alone for me and Jie."

He deliberately used the accent on the word "a person".

The tree shadow was blown by the wind, like a beast with its mouth wide open.

There was a rustling sound in the grass.

Yuan Yi flinched, and did not hesitate to keep up with Gojo Satoru, who deliberately slowed down his pace.

He pulled the corner of Gojo Wu's clothes and shrank behind him, looking back from time to time, for fear that there would be unknown objects behind him.

"Count or not?" Gojo Satoru sneered.

Yuan Yi straightened his back and strode forward: "Who are you talking about?"

He walked up the stairs and looked at the dark figure in front of him, and suddenly screamed: "There is %￥%￥@@!"

Gojo Satoru followed: "What's the matter? Jie?"

Xia Youjie stood at the entrance of the stairs, his dark back blending into the night, it was indeed a bit scary at first glance.

Yuan Yi burst into tears, he condemned: "Xia Youle, do you know that people scare people and scare people to death?"

Xia Youjie remained silent, blocking Yuan Yi and Wu Tiao Wu who wanted to go upstairs.

The stairs and the yellowed corridor in front seemed like two worlds. Xia Youjie stood outside the yellowed space and did not move forward.

Yuan Yi didn't dare to look at it, Gojo Satoru stepped forward and realized something was wrong.

"The newspaper on the wall is dated ten years ago?"

Xia Youjie nodded and said calmly: "The front should be a special area, as long as you step on it, you will automatically enter."

Wujo Wu raised his foot and walked in: "Isn't it just a natural field, what's there to be afraid of?"

Gojo Satoru entered the yellowed space, but his figure did not appear in the corridor in front of him. He seemed to... disappeared in this time out of thin air.

Xia Youjie said calmly, "Go in with Yinshi."

Yuan Yi shook his head: "This must be a trap to lure us to Huangquan Road, five new eights are useless anyway, if you die, you will die, but Xia Youle, you can't do it, you were brought up by Ah Yin with difficulty, you can't die. "

Xia Youjie stretched out his hand, his fingers were slender, with well-defined joints, and there were some small wounds all over them.

"go?"

Yuan Yi was silent for a long time, and slowly stretched out his hand to hold Xia Youjie's hand.

Xia Youjie pulled him up abruptly, and the two of them stepped into the yellowed space together.

The yellowed picture began to peel off, revealing the white walls, and there was the faint sound of reading in the distance.

Yuan Yi insisted: "Ah Yin just wanted to see the five new and eight dead faces, and he didn't come to save him."

The hands of the two had already been loosened, Xia Youjie said helplessly, "Okay, you didn't come to save him."

Wujo Wu stood alone at the door of the classroom, Xia Youjie walked towards him quickly, and followed his gaze into the classroom.

The empty classroom was suddenly full of people, and the students sat on the chairs and listened carefully to the teacher's lecture on the stage.

"It's so weird." Xia Youjie murmured.

The true images of students and teachers all appear under Gojo Satoru's six eyes.

The seemingly normal students and teachers are all resentful spirits in a layer of skin.

"Doo la la la la la la, doo la la..."

The ugly singing made the eerie atmosphere even more eerie.

Yuan Yi looked hideous, holding a wooden knife and singing loudly: "My favorite Doraemon, my favorite Doraemon!"

Yuan Yi sang the theme song of Doraemon full of spirit, and used his righteousness to fight against the evil ghosts.

Wutiaowu: "..."

Xia Youjie: "..."

Unexpectedly, Doraemon's theme song can still be used here.

"To shut up!"

Gojo Gojo dropped his fist to Genichi's forehead, he stopped singing, and accidentally saw the group of ghosts in the classroom.

It was found that all the ghosts who were watched turned their heads in unison, and their eyes all focused on Yuan Yi.

Yuan Yi's face was pale, sweat dripped from the forehead, the sweat dripped so much that it formed a puddle on the ground.

At first glance, there was another one, and he was scared to pee.

"My favorite Doraemon!" Yuan Yi sang again to embolden himself.

The out-of-key singing made Gojo Satoru cover his ears in pain, and he threatened: "If you sing another sentence, I will throw you in."

Yuan Yi immediately shut up.

Gojo Satoru moved his body: "Jie, should we go directly?"

Xia Youjie's eyes fell on Yuan Yi: "Yin Shi, you go first?"

Yuan Yi unconsciously wanted to sing Doraemon again, but Gojo Satoru directly covered his mouth.

He couldn't help but kicked Yuan Yi in.

Wraiths swarmed up and surrounded Yuan Yi.

"He's meowing, so many, so many!"

The wooden knife in his hand waved wildly, and after Gojo Wu and Xia Youjie entered the classroom, none of the wraiths pounced on them.

All the resentful spirits rushed towards Yuan Yi as if they had seen the delicious fat meat.

Xia Youjie has always been vigilant, and if Yuan Yi can't hold on, he will take action immediately. Wujo Wu's state is the same as him.

"Curly Hair's inspiration is very strong, and he can even discover spirits that cannot be seen with six eyes. If he is not so afraid of ghosts, maybe he can control them."

Yuan Yi, who closed his eyes and fought against the resentful spirit, heard Wujo Wu's sarcastic remarks, and immediately cursed: "Gojou Wujou, you just think that Ah Yin is more handsome than you, more popular than you, and popular with girls. That's why I'm jealous and want to kill me, and let the magician have only you with silver hair!"

Gojo Satoru clenched his fist, and his forehead twitched: "You don't need these wraiths, Curly, you will die by my hands today."

"Gojo Satoru, go to hell!"

Yuan Yi inhaled all the resentful spirits into his body, and then released them all towards Gojo Wu.

He read out a long list of move names: "The stand-in is a mess, beat Gojo Satoru to death!"

"Can you use snacks for your name? Messy will only reveal that you are a bad name."

The blue mantra covered Wujo Satoru's hand, and the diffused mantra condensed into a sharp blade, splitting the wraith controlled by Yuan Yi and rushing towards him.

Yuan Yi continued: "The substitute Gojo Wu is a pig, kill Gojo Wu!"

"...It's better to be a mess."

Gojo Satoru dodges, avoids the wraith, and rushes directly to Yuan Yi to wrestle with him.

Xia Youjie sighed silently, and resolved the grievances.

Gojo Gojo plucked Yuan Yi's hair and taught him: "To overcome your fear, it's not to teach you the ability to beat your teammates hard."

"There can only be one silver-haired high-level conjurer, Wujou, you can kill yourself by harakiri." Yuan Yi struggled hard against Wujou's shackles, and said with a ferocious face.

The classroom suddenly deformed, shrinking inwards into a long corridor.

The two who were still entangled slammed into the iron door, dust was everywhere, and the two rushed into the house.

Xia Youjie saw the sign on the iron door, and the three numbers on the door were exactly - 404.

Gojo Satoru suddenly let go of the hand holding Genichi's hair, he squeezed Genichi's face, and forced him to turn back.

Yuan Yi was forced to face the eyes of the woman in white clothes hanging precariously from the ceiling with her hair exposed.

Yuan Yi closed his eyes and tried to faint, but failed several times.

He held Wutiao Wu's hand, and said affectionately: "Wutiao Xinba, please, please knock Ah Yin unconscious."

Gojo Satoru raised one corner of his lips, and said maliciously, "Okay."

Yuan Yi waited for Gojo Satoru to knock him out, but he slapped Yuan Yi to the woman in white hanging from the ceiling.

Yuan Yi, who rushed towards the woman in white, subconsciously hugged the woman's legs hanging in the air.

He closed his eyes and fainted immediately.

A gloomy inquiry faintly came from his ear.

"am I pretty?"

The author has something to say: Hurry up and watch the video of Yinshi singing Doraemon, which is absolutely hilarious! !

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