A day later, the Beijing North Festival officially kicked off.

As mentioned earlier, Beijing North High School is also a key high school with the highest admission rate nearby. Naturally, many parents came to visit the academy held by such a high school.

Since the Beijing North Festival is a free visit day, in addition to parents, some nearby middle school students who specifically asked for leave from teachers also came to visit together.

These people brought some idle people in the society who simply came to play, and college students who came to join in the fun of the surrounding universities... For a moment, Beijing North High School was also very lively, and a relaxed atmosphere rippled in the sky above the entire school.

......

Yoko Morishita is just an ordinary and inconspicuous high school student who can be seen everywhere.

At least that's what she thought.

In addition to being too honest, Yoko Morishita's personality is a very herd personality.

She will also watch TV series that everyone likes. She will also hate things that everyone hates, the same-

Everyone is afraid of...

She would be afraid too!

"Why, why is it me..." Yoko Morishita sat nervously at the door of Class A of the second year.

At this time, all Class A of the second year had been decorated. A black curtain was hung on the gate. Next to the curtain was a signboard introducing the activities of the class and the fees that should be paid to visit the haunted house.

There was a desk in front of Yoko Morishita, which was used as a cashier. Next to the desk was a square wooden sign with a black background, with scarlet twisted words saying, "Please go here in the haunted house."

But these are not the point!

The most important thing is the person standing in front of you!

"North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North, North,

Her teeth collided up and down, her whole body trembled, her face pale, and she felt a little difficult to breathe.

If it were the Kitagawa Temple, she wouldn't have been so scared.

But today the shape of Kitakawa Temple is really terrifying!

Kitakawaji wore a pointed and blood-stained doctor's mask on his face. There were even some minced meat and hair hanging on the sharp tip of the bird's beak. The thick metallic luster made people feel that they were suppressed in the dog days and nights.

His doctor's outfit that was originally straight and dirty... No, it's more like a butcher's outfit than a doctor's outfit.

Yes! Butcher dressed!

The doctor's outfit was paired with a dirty brown apron, and there were holes torn by his nails. The yellow and dirty doctor's outfit and the apron soaked in blood were mixed with each other. In addition, he was wearing a gluey yellow gloves... You can see the blood-stained chainsaw with lethality at a glance.

Kitakawaji only needs to stand there, and he doesn't have to move at all, which is enough to exude an atmosphere of uneasiness and fear.

And chainsaw...?!

How did that thing come in?

No matter what, the security guard wouldn't allow Kitakawaji to bring this thing in, right?

The chainsaw with gloomy glory doesn't look like a fake no matter how you look like it!

Could it be that the security guards have been...?

When he thought of this, Yoko Morishita looked pale and couldn't help crying: "Bei, Bei Beibeichuan and... No, don't do this."

Um?

Kitakawaji frowned in confusion.

This person has been in the 'North North' since the beginning, and I don't know what she wants to say, it looks a bit strange.

Thinking of this, Kitakawaji walked over strangely.

When seeing Kitagawaji's actions, Yoko Morishita shouted in great fear: "No, no, don't kill me! I didn't see anything! I didn't see anything!"

The real despair in her voice made Kitagawaji stop.

After a while, he asked, "Your name is Yoko Morishita?"

When he heard Kitagawa Temple ask, Yoko Morishita hurriedly responded:

"Yes, yes! I'm Yoko Morishita!"

It seems that it is the one in my class.

Kitakawaji raised his eyebrows.

Originally, he thought it was someone from other classes who came here to make trouble, but now it doesn't look like that.

Kitakawaji continued to ask, "You are the only one? Where are the people who are responsible for entertaining guests?"

His tone was not as cold as usual, and there was a hint of warmth between his questions.

This finally calmed down Yoko Morishita a little.

She glanced at the chainsaw in Kitakawaji's hand timidly, and then replied in a low voice: "That... those two classmates said there were still some things, so they wanted me to take their class for a while. They will be back soon..."

“……” Kitakawaji.

This is obviously so scared that I dare not come over.

I also made a special trip to find such an honest girl who stayed there to hold the pot.

When I thought of this, Kitagawa Temple also looked at Yoko Morishita and felt much more pleasing to her.

This little girl is also honest and is really waiting here.

But... forget it.

It would be enough to have her alone in charge of the cashier.

"I've entered the haunted house first. If any guests come, remember to tell me on the walkie-talkie. You should have the walkie-talkie, right?"

"...yes." Yoko Morishita nodded.

The Great Demon King of Beichuan...is a little different from the rumors.

I feel like someone who can speak well.

only--

Yoko Morishita looked at the chainsaw covered in black blood on Kitagawa Temple again.

"You care a lot about this?" Kitakawaji asked with a chainsaw in one hand and a chain blade in the other hand, pointing the chain blade to her head without any fluctuation in his voice.

"No, no, no, no!" Yoko Morishita's head shaking like a rattle.

Seeing her like she wanted to say something but didn't dare to say it, Kitagawaji shook her head.

He took the initiative to explain to him: "This is just a prop."

"Yes...is that true?"

When he heard Kitagawa Temple say this, Yoko Morishita's face relaxed a lot.

Indeed, indeed! How could someone really use a real chainsaw to participate in the haunted house? This must be just a simple prop.

Yoko Morishita nodded in her heart.

"Then I'll go in first. Remember, if a guest comes, remember to notify me on the walkie-talkie."

Kitakawaji mentioned it again, and then ignored the little girl and walked into the haunted house arranged by Class A of the second year without caring about the "prop chainsaw".

Seeing that he had completely disappeared behind the black curtain, Yoko Morishita completely relaxed.

"call..."

She exhaled, her face filled with joy and a faint doubt.

The joy was that the Great Demon King of Kitanus did not do anything to her.

What I wonder is that the Demon King of Kitanchuan is actually not the terrifying appearance that the students in the class communicate and convey.

She could even say a few words to Kitakawaji.

Although the other party did not appear to be very close, he was not very distant either.

He even reminded himself to pay attention to using the walkie-talkie.

Kitakawa Temple...is it really the image of a great devil?

This made Yoko Morishita a little confused.

She heard others say the "glorious deeds" of Kitakawaji, but she had never seen them with her own eyes.

Is there any error in this?

This thought took more than ten minutes.

It was not until he heard the music from the open school that Yoko Morishita reacted: "No! It's time to open the park!"

She hurriedly raised the sign of "Please go here for the haunted house" and sat upright on the desk. She looked at it and felt like a cashier.

This seat lasted for more than ten minutes.

Although someone came to see him curiously, he left with just a glance.

No one came in to visit.

Yoko Morishita was also a little helpless about this.

After all, things like haunted houses are not like fried noodles, kanto cooked and rice balls, and it is natural that food stalls like food stalls are easy to attract people.

But at least the haunted house was also prepared by the whole class for a hard work, and she also hopes that someone can come and visit it.

This wait took more than ten minutes.

Just as Yoko Morishita was sitting anxiously on the bench and counting, a question suddenly came from his face.
To be continued...