Pure dust, my favorite is infinite

You will be punished for being late, give me your hand

Jingchen looked around for a while, then said sorry in a low voice, and really stepped into the door of the women's toilet.

Apart from wearing a neat school uniform, he didn't bring anything else, including the red bowl still in the schoolbag drawer.

When the whole person entered the women's toilet, a gust of clammy wind stuck to his skin, causing slight goosebumps on his neck, and the chill was very abrupt, as if he was in two worlds with the outside world.

Compared with the men's toilet, it is even worse.

"Excuse me... is there anyone?" Jingchen asked cautiously again, habitually raising his palm with one hand.

It was quiet all around, and there was no response, only the broken faucet could be heard dripping water into the sink.

"Tick tock, tick tock..." It sounds like water droplets and the sound of a clock moving.

Jingchen couldn't help thinking: The yin energy here is really heavy, and the danger level may surpass any time he has seen with his master before...

Although he sensed the danger, he did not back down except to be more vigilant. Now that the sky is bright, the danger can be greatly reduced.

Suddenly, in the empty and quiet women's toilet, the baby's cry sounded again. The sound was clear and clear, which was different from the faint hazy feeling before.

There was a flash of light in his eyes, and he looked to the last compartment on the right. The wooden door was not closed, and there was a gap.

The gap is not big, so I can only approach step by step, and finally put my hand on the black round handle of the wooden door.

Unknowingly, Jing Chen even lowered the sound of breathing.

The door was pulled outwards, and with force, the gap in the door became wider and wider until the situation inside was clearly seen——

The crying stopped abruptly, but there was nothing inside.

What catches the eye is the big characters all over the wall!

The red handwriting is dazzling against the gray wooden board, and all of them are written names. Jing Chen counted, there are about ten names!

The dull red name seems to be more distant, while the brighter red one seems closer to the present—just like the name that was just stained with blood...

Wu Ting!

These names must represent something, Jing Chen's brain was spinning rapidly, staring at them without blinking, and began to memorize these names seriously.

The heart beat faster, and there was a bad feeling that the name was recorded on it, what would happen to Wu Ting?

It's a pity that this weird place didn't give him time to breathe and think, and suddenly there was a loud "bang" from the door!

Jingchen turned around and saw that the originally open door had been automatically locked, and the outside light could not penetrate through the gap, like a closed box.

Jingchen's tightly pursed lips were released very slowly, and her voice was dry: "It seems...very tricky."

There are such abilities in the blue sky and in the daytime, but I really don't know what kind of powerful monsters and ghosts they are at night.

In the mathematics class, a tall and straight man on the podium holds a pen with his slender fingertips and writes formulas on the blackboard. The blackboard writing composed of seemingly random strokes is unrestrained and unrestrained.

Yingting's brows and eyes were as indifferent as ever, and they were more silent than usual.

This made the students cautious even when writing with a pen, not daring to make unnecessary noises.

Although the class teacher's appearance is seductive and makes people laugh, everyone knows that if the other party has an unpleasant end...

When this teacher first came, there were always people who were not afraid of death and tried to treat him in the same way as teachers in the past, but the consequences can be imagined...

There are students sitting in every seat in the classroom, except for Jingchen's seat which is empty.

Zhao Song's appearance is not young anymore, and he doesn't fit in among a group of students, but he can swear that his face has not been so clean for many years, and there is not even a single stubble that has come out.

Now he also put away his usual idleness, and occasionally looked at Jingchen's position with worry.

Half of the class is over, why can't Jingchen see it?

Usually he looks like ADHD, but now he is motionless, but he can't help but look in the direction of the door. Could it be that Jing Chen is doing some secret action behind his back?

That's even more excessive, don't take him with you.

"Sorry, I'm late."

The voice from the door was warm and pleasant, it was the only absent Jing Chen.

His arrival made many students feel surprised, and they even said in their hearts that they were finished, and dared to be absent from the class teacher's class...

The person standing at the door of the classroom is slender and thin, and the school uniform is slightly loose on him, and the overall appearance seems to be the same as before.

Di Gong's eyes moved down slightly, and he pushed his silver-rimmed glasses with his fingertips, but his expression was still indifferent, and he didn't speak.

This made Jingchen not know what to do for a while, and it was hard to explain, this... must be unhappy, yes, who made himself late.

"Go back to your seat, and come to my office after class." Di Gong lowered his eyes and looked at the lesson plan on the podium after finishing speaking.

This unpredictable appearance makes most people think that Jingchen will definitely be called to the office for training, but they dare not look up to see the excitement of Jingchen.

After Jingchen took a seat next to Zhao Song, Zhao Song noticed that his arm seemed to be injured.

The originally white arm was scratched, but the wound was different from ordinary wounds. There was no bleeding, but the skin and flesh were split and black, and the black was like growing vines, followed by black veins. and its slow rate of expansion.

Jingchen also noticed that Zhao Song was watching, and he pursed his lips into a smile, with a sense of relief, and said in a low voice that it was all right.

This kind of wound accompanied by evil spirit should be able to get rid of the evil spirit if it is purified with a red bowl afterwards.

But Zhao Song doesn't look like he's okay, but apart from creating a little whirlwind to dazzle the mage to the sky, he can't help in healing.

Jingchen didn't know what the other party was thinking, but recalled the danger just now, which made him realize: if he is not fully prepared next time, he must not set foot easily.

But at least something was gained.

When get out of class was over, Jingchen wanted to purify the wound first before going to the office, but the school was full of people, and there was not much time for get out of class, so he was afraid of delaying time.

So he got up and went directly, because he had been there once before, and he was familiar with the road the second time.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, there was a dispute in the office.

To be precise, it was a one-sided dispute, which caused Jingchen to slowly put down his raised hand.

"If you don't plan to take care of it, then leave this matter to me!" The voice was sullen, but even if it was angry, it suppressed the voice and did not yell.

Di Gong's reaction was calm to indifferent, and he only uttered three words - "I'm not free."

The office fell silent.

Jing Chen only heard these two words, and then moved to the side. Sure enough, the door was opened soon, and a person walked out from inside.

He looks about fifty years old, with a big belly in the Mediterranean Sea, and looks like a leader. When he found Jing Chen standing outside the door, his angry expression suddenly changed.

"What did you hear? Don't talk nonsense, you know?" These words implied a warning.

Jingchen was not a talkative person, and he didn't hear anything, so he nodded in agreement.

This reassured the Mediterranean man a lot, and he strode away with a little anger in his back.

I don't know what happened just a few minutes after class ended, and what the "things" these two people were talking about...

Di Gong was no different from usual, maybe the man just now didn't pay attention to him, and he wasn't emotionally affected at all.

The appearance of his suit and leather shoes carried a sense of austerity and abstinence.

Jing Chen sat down on another sofa, looking at such an unsmiling person, even he himself felt that he was here to be scolded...

Sure enough—"Why are you late?"

Jingchen felt that there was no need to hide it, so he told the truth, and raised his arm: "This arm is evidence. I love learning very much, and I didn't do it on purpose."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the other party with a hint of innocence in his eyes, which can increase his persuasiveness, at least not to be punished...

The injury on the originally white arm became more serious as time passed, and the part covered by the short-sleeved shirt was also covered in black.

Apart from feeling a little chilly, Jingchen didn't feel any other discomfort, and he knew that this kind of injury was not fatal, so he didn't worry.

Because of "hard evidence like a mountain", Di Gong did not continue to investigate the lateness and violation of school rules involved.

Jingchen also saw the framed school rules hanging on the wall behind the other party, although there were not many, they were all clearly written.

"Give me your hand." Di Gong was not unhappy because of the man's ecstasy, his expression was as usual.

But even if he was unhappy, he couldn't see this kind of unobtrusive expression.

Jingchen retracted his eyes, and there was a moment of hesitation and suspicion in his mind. After all, the current Di Gong is not the water god he has seen before. Even if he is still the cold and noble god, he is completely unfamiliar and he can't trust him.

Di Gong seemed to understand this too, he lifted his thin lips, didn't say any more, but instead made an unexpected move.

In the blink of an eye, she sat beside Jing Chen, her slender legs superimposed, easily strangling Jing Chen's wrist.

"Even if you're afraid of me, it's no use, is it?"

Di Gong proved this point with his strength, how big is the gap between the two.

He can easily break through Jingchen's defenses, and even his deep eyes have the power to examine people's hearts, as if he knows everything.

And now Di Gong is only in the state of soul, and his strength is not half of what he was at his peak, but that alone is already terrifying.

It is conceivable that if the body is really recovered, what a powerful existence it will be!

Jingchen tried to pull his hand out, but failed.

But the next scene made him give up the idea of ​​trying to draw his hands again...

The evil energy in the wound seemed to be attracted by something, and began to gather towards the palm where Di Gong was pinching him. It only took a few seconds, like a river flowing into the sea.

When Di Gong let go, not only was the evil energy completely removed, but even the wound was restored to its original state.

Jingchen looked at his arm with complicated eyes, and at the same time felt a little bit about his hesitation just now...

"Thank you, you can tell me when you need help." Jingchen is very sincere, and he will keep the favor in his heart.

Di Gong leaned on the armrest of the sofa with one elbow, clenched his fist tightly against his chin, looked at Jing Chen with deep meaning, "Okay, don't forget."