Chapter 396 Zhou Zheng is good at making opinions

Seventh Chinese and foreign.

When the middle-aged uncle said that Yang Jian often came here to buy roasted gluten, Lin Qian naturally didn't believe it. If this guy had money and didn't go online, how could he buy roasted gluten?

If it were Zhang Wei, he would believe it.

"Is that so? This means that uncle, your roasted gluten is still delicious."

Lin Qian didn't try to expose his lies. He told people what they said and what they told ghosts. If he was too honest, he would lose business.

"Of course, my grilled gluten is the best in the neighborhood." The middle-aged uncle laughed; "The ten skewers of grilled gluten are ready. I'll add more spiciness for you."

"Well, thank you."

Lin Qian looked at the ten skewers of grilled gluten placed in front of him. They tasted very good and looked very good. They looked delicious.

I picked up a bunch and put it in my mouth. Well, it tasted exactly like what I had eaten before.

Looking at the No. 7 Middle School with the sound of books in the distance, the No. 7 Middle School at this moment has not experienced the ghost knocking incident.

But judging from the time, it will be soon.

"Go and see the young Yang Jian. Yang Jian still has humanity now, and in this world without me, he will not be affected by the Cunning Bride."

Lin Qian wanted to see if Yang Jian in this world would find a way to deal with a horrific supernatural event or run away.

He is very interested in this.

Yang Jian in his world was severely affected by him and the Cunning Bride. Not all of his humanity had disappeared, but there were signs of recovery.

There's something wrong, at least in the world of mysterious resurgence.

Just do it.

"Boss, here's the money for baking gluten. See if it's enough."

Lin Qian took out twenty yuan and put it on the table, then picked up the remaining uneaten roasted gluten and stood up. According to memory, the roasted gluten was two yuan a bunch.

Twenty yuan for ten strings is just right.

"That's enough, that's enough."

The middle-aged uncle accepted the brand new twenty yuan note with a smile on his face.

Lin Qian smiled and said nothing, turned around and walked towards No. 7 Middle School.

The streets are bustling with people, and everything is beautiful under the sunset.

This is the beginning of a story.

A story that begins in No. 7.

"Hello, classmates, my name is Zhou Zheng, and I am an Interpol police officer. I am very happy to be alive and standing here today to give lectures to you."

Ghost~!

"Someone has said that the end of science is theology. This is absolutely true. Students, you have to believe in some things now. In recent years, there has been an explosion of supernatural incidents in various countries. It is no longer just one or two incidents.

The problem is gradually evolving into a global catastrophe. If this situation is not effectively controlled, the entire world may not have a future in the future."

A hoarse voice sounded in the classroom. This somewhat feudal and superstitious speech made the students in the classroom feel confused, including Yang Jian of course.

"Is Zhou Zheng?"

Lin Qian stood by the window outside the classroom, quietly looking at Zhou Zheng on the podium, or perhaps looking at the ghost in Zhou Zheng's belly, the little starving ghost.

"Since ghosts cannot be killed and have extraordinary abilities, combining these two situations, we can ask a question: How can ordinary people survive if they are targeted by ghosts? This is the key point. I hope you will remember it.

, forever, preferably a lifetime.”

Insight into the laws of ghosts.

"Everything has its own rules, and ghosts are no exception. According to research data, every ghost has an almost fixed way of killing and acting. It's like a computer program. You press the power button to turn the computer on.

Run, you click the mouse to open the software, overcome fear, discern the laws of ghosts, and find flaws. This is the only chance for ordinary people to survive when targeted by ghosts."

"Remember, if you are approached by a ghost, you have no other way to survive except this method. Don't take chances. The horror of this thing is beyond your imagination."

Looking at the chalk words written by Zhou Zheng on the blackboard, Lin Qian looked back at the corridor behind him and saw that something was coming.

It was a very familiar supernatural thing, he had eaten it before.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts.

Insight into the laws of ghosts.

These three sentences written on the blackboard started an era.

Lin Qian turned around and leaned against the window, lighting a cigarette. He didn't know what kind of person could write such a desperate novel setting.

How great would it be if the author originally wrote that ghosts can be killed?

Looking at the corridor that was beginning to become dilapidated and mottled, Lin Qian exhaled a puff of smoke, and the old man at the beginning of the story slowly walked out of the darkness.

Those empty eyes and face covered with corpse spots were the beginning of fear.

The lights in the classroom began to flicker, and Zhou Zheng's expression suddenly became extremely alert.

"Yang Jian, why are you standing up? Sit down quickly and don't disturb the class discipline."

The teacher's voice rang out in the classroom. Lin Qian looked back and found Yang Jian standing on his seat staring out the window.

Lin Qian glanced at the knocker walking past him, and gently exhaled smoke on its face. It knew nothing about it.

"Yang Jian, why don't you sit down? Didn't you hear what I said? How dare you make trouble during the safety lecture?"

"Ah~!"

"It smells so bad, Su Lei, why is there a lump of Xiang on your table?"

"Impossible, how could a ghost realm appear in the school at this time?"

"Fang Jing, what's your name?"

There were voices in the classroom one after another, from the teacher, from classmates, and of course from Zhou Zheng.

Lin Qian shook his head. He didn't care about this. He looked at the panicked Yang Jian and felt a little hopeful.

"It will take a while, I will go see the Lord of Ghost Eyes first."

Lin Qian briefly estimated the time and thought it would be enough.

After all, it took some time for them to escape, and Yang Jian had to be pushed to death.

Thinking of this, Lin Qian patted the old man standing at the door of the classroom: "Do a good job, your golden coffin will be indispensable in the future."

After encouraging Grandpa Qian Wanhao, Lin Qian walked straight downstairs, and not long after he left, the back door of the classroom was pushed open.

A middle-aged man walked out of it. Lin Qian looked back and already knew who this person was. It was Teacher Wang.

well……

Poor Teacher Wang just received his lunch box. Looking at Teacher Wang disappearing into the darkness, Lin Qian silently mourned for him for a second.

Once upon a time, he was also a good and conscientious teacher, but one day, he met Qian Wanhao's grandfather.

Rotten walls, cracked floors, and...

Boom, boom boom...

"Ah! Someone is dead!"

Boom...

There was the sound of the floor breaking, and the sound of flesh being penetrated by steel bars.

This was followed by noisy shouts and panicked footsteps.

"Impossible, can you still move after being restricted by me?"

"Let's go, let's go quickly. Get out of here before the ghost realm appears. I'll stay here to hold this thing back."

As Zhou Zheng roared.

Lin Qian smiled and disappeared into the darkness.

Hongfa Temple.

In the darkness, there is a tree, a pale tree that looks like a tree grown from bones.

Hanging on the tree were tattered human skins, dirty and smelly cloth strips, mummy heads, and weird paper flags.

And a shadow, a shadow with the same outline as a human being, as if it were condensed from darkness.

This tall black figure was motionless, hanging upside down on the tree, with its head facing the ground.

Looking carefully, I found that there was an iron nail as thick as an adult's arm nailed on the chest of this black figure. No, to be precise, it should be a coffin nail commonly used by the people. The coffin nail had been nailed to the tree for who knows how many years, and it was stained with rust.

, as if about to break.

Tick, tick~!
To be continued...