I heard that my roommate is a celestial master

The news of the upcoming military training caused complaints from the whole freshman year of high school, and the weather was terribly hot, which made everyone feel irritable during class these days.Even Xin Yongqiang, who seemed to love learning, was thinking about where he could go to have fun during the two days before military training, and his wish came true.

Those who didn't know thought that this trip would be gone forever.

"How about Brother Heng, you and Brother Qi are also together?"

Yang Hao handed him the haunted house leaflet he received when he went out to eat at noon, "Professional team, professional service, thrilling, just in the haunted house..."

He Heng had just experienced an English lesson specially prepared for him by his homeroom teacher, lay half dead on the table, and pasted the leaflets on the face of Yang Hao, who was still trying to lure him into the gang, who was still talking nonstop: "Shut up, please. "

Unwilling to give up, Yang Hao looked at Qi Shu eagerly, trying his best to discredit the flyer he had pasted on his face.

Qi Shu: "..."

Good boy, why did you get into a fight with a ghost?

"Because I want to practice my courage,"

Xin Yongqiang said, "Last time it was because there might be real ghosts. We were too scared, but haunted houses are all fake. Although they are a bit scary, at least they are not dangerous."

Yang Hao nodded desperately: "Go, let's go, I just go to play this Sunday, and I have to go to military training next Monday, and I can't even touch my mobile phone."

He Heng was incredulous: "Military training said to hand in the mobile phone, but you really hand in it?"

"It must be handed over to keep the other,"

Yang Hao scratched his head, "That's different. You can't go out or in after ten days of military training, and you have to sneak around when you play with your mobile phone. How painful it is."

He Heng was amiable: "It's okay, if you want to go out then you can go over the wall."

Yang Hao: "..."

That's not necessary.

The feeling of being hung on the wall and unable to get off and can only wait for the dean to come over is too desperate for a law-abiding high school student like him. Yang Hao even feels that he feels pain when he hears the word "over the wall" , I don’t want to read it a second time in my life.

"It's almost over."

He Heng didn't like him, "Remind this law-abiding high school student, you not only climbed over the wall during the first half month of school, you escaped the dormitory door control in the middle of the night to see ghosts, and the next day you were late in the morning and late in the afternoon drinking , was arrested twice by the dean."

Yang Hao: "."

Yang Hao: "?"

I didn’t find out without summarizing, did I live so disobediently in the past half a month...?

"and,"

Xin Yongqiang raised his hand and added, "Every time you pick the head."

However, although.

Yang Hao recalled it carefully, and it seems that this is indeed the case.

"so,"

Xin Yongqiang happily raised his hand again to add, "I proposed to go to the haunted house this time, so we must go, right?"

He Heng didn't know the origin of his "right".

Speaking of which, he is not very interested in haunted houses. After all, he has seen real ghosts since he was a child, both scary and not scary. Compared with haunted houses, at most they just add points to the atmosphere, which is nothing unusual.

It's not as exciting as doing an English paper in the dormitory.

Although Xia Hong's English grades were not very good, the young student who was dedicated to learning showed full enthusiasm, and at the same time gave him a stack of papers to finish within a week, and it is best to memorize the vocabulary at the back surface.

He Heng was so frightened by his cramming teaching that he almost packed his schoolbag and ran out of school overnight.

Even Master Qi Shu's teaching method that fully liberates nature requires his apprentices to memorize all kinds of mantras verbatim when starting the basics. I don't know how many classics and mental methods have been memorized, but I have long been forced to have a good memory.

Even if I have been teaching for two years, I still can't understand why the students around me feel so painful when they recite things.

It's obviously something that you can remember after watching it once.

He Heng: "..."

The action of packing the schoolbag was further accelerated.

Fortunately, although Xia Hong didn't understand, he still tolerated the appalling memory of the little students with great tolerance. It was just a small joke to finish writing it within a week. After the joke, he still made a serious plan for him. A very good study plan.

The homework in the first year of high school is not too much, and the military training is approaching. It was not until ten o'clock after He Heng finished the two sets of papers leisurely, and there was still half an hour before the lights were turned off.The little paper figurine on Qi Shu's side, holding a pen and doing homework, had already put down his pen and slumped on the table.

Although in principle they are normal little paper figurines after completing their tasks, but how does He Heng feel that such a thin piece of stretched limbs resembles the appearance of himself on the last night of each holiday? The look of being drained by homework.

My roommate must have never had this experience.

"It can't be said that there are none at all,"

Tuantuan relentlessly flipped through Qi Shu's dark history, "When he was a child, he also had to recite a lot of things, and every time he finished recitation, he would be empty, so he could only hold me to continue his life."

He Heng thought this method was very good, hugged the soft ball, buried his face in the plush and took a deep breath to continue his life, while watching his roommate burn amulets to summon ghosts.

It's too hot, and these days Qi Shu has never been short of ghosts when he comes and goes around. He Heng also saw him go through the process several times, and now he is not surprised at all. He is just a little curious about what kind of ghosts he recruited this time. .

Will it look weird, is there any bizarre way of death or obsession that moves heaven and earth.

For example, you must finish all the supplementary materials you can buy in the bookstore before you are willing to reincarnate.

"But don't come to another one who wants to write a question,"

He Heng had lingering fears in his heart, "It's nothing else. When a ghost wrote English questions last time, our class teacher forced me to write with it for three days. I almost vomited."

Qi Shu thought of the way he wrote English a few days ago until his eyes were straight, and felt sympathetic, so he comforted him with a good temper: "It's okay, I will expand the scope this time, and the ghosts I recruited should not be students before they were alive."

The spirit-calling talisman burned out while the two were talking, and a broken ghost slowly floated in through the window.

He Heng: "..."

He Heng raised his hand to cover his eyes, feeling a little bit broken: "It's fucking better to hire someone to write the paper."

Although he has yin and yang eyes since he was a child, he usually sees a lot of ghosts and sees one or two who don't pay much attention to the appearance of the remains, but it's really rare to see such broken ones.

Did the mother forget to tie the safety rope when she was alive?

Obviously, Qi Shu rarely saw ghosts who died in such a miserable state. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He still didn't want to face a pile of broken meat that hurt his eyes. He turned around and pinched his eyes. Between eyebrows.

"Where did it come from?"

He Heng was shocked by the oncoming visual effect and felt a bit cramped in his stomach. After finally suppressing the nausea, he asked feebly, "This kind of death is on the social news even if it's not a hot search, but I recently I haven't seen news that such a tragic thing happened in Yangcheng."

Qi Shu shook his head: "I don't know, but it stands to reason that this kind of death will usually turn into a ground-bound spirit on the spot, and it shouldn't be summoned by the talisman."

This was a strange thing, but the ghost was obviously too weak to speak, so Qi Shu had to put aside the doubts in his heart first, and offered it a stick of soul-nourishing incense.

Soul nourishing incense itself is not a valuable thing, but it is not easy to buy and sell. The box in Qi Shu's hand is still from his master.When Tuantuan was young, his soul was unstable, Qi Shu had to order one for it every night, and he used up half of it in a month.

The effect of this incense is obvious, and the effect is quick. He Heng waited patiently for about ten minutes, and the ghost who was detained had already had the strength to start hoarse "woo woo".

The ghost crying two days ago is still vivid in his memory, He Heng himself has not yet reacted, his legs and feet have already brought him to the balcony, and he also opened the window with his hands.

The action is so quick that it makes people feel distressed.

Qi Shu: "..."

You don't have to.

He Heng poked his head on the balcony for a long time, and then returned to his chair tentatively after Qi Shu's repeated assurances that he would take the next step, and watched vigilantly at the ghost that was already convulsing and scratching the ground.

"It's really fine,"

Qi Shu pointed to him, "Although this ghost died in a miserable state, it didn't have any resentment on it. It was hard to even keep its soul alive, and it didn't have the ability to make ghosts cry."

He Heng had lingering fears: "That's good - I'll go to military training the day after tomorrow. If there are crying sounds in our dormitory now, I might as well just pack up and go reincarnate with this ghost."

My roommate always speaks so unabashedly.

Qi Shu couldn't even figure out how he, who has yin and yang eyes and easily provokes evil spirits, and who is so sloppy with his words, has lived so peacefully without being possessed by other ghosts lingering in the world.

Is it true that the ghosts all start to eat fast and chant Buddha one by one now, won't it harm people?

Halfway through the burning of the soul-nourishing incense, the detained ghost slowly condensed into a human form in the originally drawn soul-cleaning array, and the blood on his body gradually melted under the action of the array, showing that he was still in good shape. Neat sportswear.

It's just that I don't know if it was because I was too scared at the moment before I died, and lost my soul directly before death, and even ate half of the soul-nourishing incense, but I still haven't been able to gather three souls and seven souls.

Only then did He Heng see that it wasn't as miserable as being broken into pieces, but it seemed that it had fallen from a height when it was alive. The bones on its body were all broken, and the broken parts pierced through the skin sharply, and there were all kinds of broken pieces. The small wounds drawn by the stone looked particularly ferocious and terrifying.

The ghost still looked out of the ordinary, looking blankly at its tragic body, and asked Qi Shu, who was sitting quietly watching him, "I, am I really dead? "

Qi Shu nodded slightly: "Yes, can you tell me what happened?"

"I have no idea……"

It seems that even the skeleton of the throat was broken before death, and its voice was extremely hoarse, "I went to climb mountains in Huangshi, Huangshi Mountain, I just remember that I went to climb mountains in Huangshi... I don't know how I died, I Can't remember."

It is normal for a ghost to not remember its own cause of death, and even this ghost is too good-tempered. Ordinary ghosts will probably go crazy if they are arrested and asked about the cause of death.

"Hey, there is a notification here, from Huangshi Mountain Scenic Area,"

He Heng searched Huangshi Mountain, and found that there was indeed a notice of "a man committed suicide and jumped off a cliff at 21 o'clock tonight" was pushed to the top, and a video recorded by surveillance on a street light not far away was sent to testify.When He Heng was listening to various ghost stories before, he remembered a sentence not to let the ghost see the image of himself before death, and he carefully buckled the screen of the phone, and while handing it to Qi Shu to read, he asked the ghost enthusiastically, "What are you doing?" Suicide? What happened?"

Although he couldn't remember the cause of his death, Gui was sure that he did not commit suicide: "No, I didn't intend to commit suicide. I went to camp in Huangshi Mountain on vacation, and I even took my tent with me."