"Just grab things, just grab things, why do you have to hit people..."

Ding Niu mumbled and got up. He regarded Lu Li as a ghost stronger than him - after all, no human dared to beat the ghost, right?

"Are you a human?" Lu Li put away this fake phone made of Yin Qi. This thing looks useless, but Lu Li's pocket is empty. Whether it is useful or not, take it away first.

Ding Niu slapped the dust on his body. If he ignored his long stretch of neck and marks, he would be like an ordinary person.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave first..."

...

"Want to leave? Where do you want to go?"

The water ghost watched Wu Di run out of the classroom in a panic, and chased into the corridor with a grim smile.

More than ten seconds later, a shrill scream came from the depths of the corridor, and all the crazy laughter was remembered.

The miserable screams continued, and the contestants in the classroom were restless, and Wu Di's screams echoed in his ears.

Guo Jing gritted his teeth and stood up. He firmly believed that all this was an illusion, and the elders of the sect could not throw them here and give up on themselves. Since it was an illusion, the better they performed, the more they were valued... I tried it!

"I'll go outside and take a look! It's too much to treat my classmates like this!"

He shouted with righteousness and left the classroom with heavy steps.

The contestants listen to it intently...

One second passed, two seconds passed, and more than ten seconds later, there was an extra scream.

The duets that continued for a few minutes and ended abruptly at some point.

After a few seconds of quiet, a faint sound of biting came from the dark corridor, followed by the dragging sound of dragging the heavy object away.

The players showed fear and gave up the courage that had just risen in their hearts.

Even if these are fake, they are illusion arrays... it is very uncomfortable to suffer such a tragic torture.

Da, da, da —

A few minutes later, footsteps sounded on the wooden floor of the corridor.

The contestants and ghosts in the classroom both looked at the door.

Da, da, da —

The footsteps approached and walked to the door.

As everyone was watching, a figure with black hair and black eyes appeared at the door.

Lu Li stood at the door, faced the eyes, looked down at the clothes with some confusion, and then asked: "Is there any problem with me?"

“…”

The contestants looked away with a sigh of relief, and the ghosts also withdrew their gaze.

Lu Li, who didn't understand what happened, felt a ball of yin energy behind him approaching and gave in to the side.

The Yin Qi was wrapped in moisture and passed by, and the water ghost left two lines of wet footprints and walked back to his seat.

The scattered eyes gathered again on it, with fear, jealousy and resentment.

It seems that the key to it just now is...

Lu Li took these into his eyes and silently looked around the classroom.

Ding Niu was not here, and there were two fewer people in the classroom than before.

He raised his head slightly and sniffed.

A strong smell of blood came from the corridor and the water ghost, and were two more players dead?

When the water ghost returned to his seat, it was not only water but also blood dripping from it.

The honest-looking deskmate trembled in fear and whispered the scriptures as if he was about to cry.

"Avalokitesvara Bodhisattva practices the deep Prajna Paramita..."

"It's so noisy like a mosquito!"

The water ghost roared angrily, scaring him so much that he didn't dare to speak again, and curled up into a ball.

Lu Li withdrew his gaze and returned to his seat to sit.

The quality of the newcomer this time is not good... Or is the previous trials almost the same as this?

...

"Which hairless disciple is this? Does anyone recognize it?"

In the open space in front of the hall, a gray-bearded old Taoist stood up and shouted.

"A little water ghost scared him like this."

In the midst of the crowd, a middle-aged monk wearing a cassock folded his hands together: "Amitabha, I am a monk--"

The old Taoist gray-bearded man interrupted the monk and sneered: "No matter how you say that Huoling Temple is also famous and surnamed in Pingling. Is this the level of this generation? Did you go to catch ghosts or add food to ghosts?"

"…Amitabha." The middle-aged monk chanted the Buddha's name, lowered his head and stopped answering.

Monks naturally suffer losses on such occasions.

Taoism says that tranquility and inaction are at will, and Buddhism says that you should not speak lies and not get angry. Taoism says that you and your mother are not hindering your image, and monks say that these are just cursing.

When it comes to quarrels alone, a Taoist can fight against all the monks present.

...

Ten minutes of breaks are fleeting.

What made the contestants breathe a sigh of relief was that except for the two killed by the water ghost, no other contestants were killed.

The class bell rang and the sound of high heels appeared in the corridor on time.

The figure of the head teacher appeared at the door and walked up to the podium.

"Hello, classmates, let's play a game in the second class. Has anyone heard of the passing of flowers by beating the drum?"

The players' hearts were stuttering.

The second class doesn't sound great...it won't be an ordinary game no matter how you think about it.

They would rather relive school life than play games that could be dead.

"Teacher, are we not attending classes normally?"

Lu Li suddenly stood up and said.

There was a look of surprise behind him. Of course, the other players wanted to avoid this weird game, but no one dared to mention it.

Song Hongfang smiled. If she didn't look at her completely white pupils and her tiny skin, she might be considered kind: "Today is the first day of school. Let everyone get familiar with each other first and give a lecture tomorrow."

Lu Li answered the opposite attitude: "I think learning can make us happier."

Song Hongfang's smile disappeared in an instant, and the ghostly aura screamed: "Are you a teacher or I a teacher? Sit down!"

Lu Li sat down and kept quiet.

"Everyone should be clear about the rules of the game of passing flowers when beating the drum. The students who receive the flowers need to answer questions or perform their talents." Song Hongfang returned to her kind tone and looked at Lei Lei with a smile: "Class Lei Lei, can you contribute your head to play with the classmates? As a dedication, the teacher can let you beat the drum and let the students who receive the flowers make choices."

"Can!"

Lei Lei, who was beheaded, replied excitedly, pulled his head up with a "pop~" and threw it at the head of the head teacher, and was thrown at Lu Li by the head teacher.

"Student Lu Li, start with you first. After beating the drum, pass it to the deskmate, and then pass it backwards."

The head was scratched across the parabola and was caught by Lu Li's hands.

"You just pass it back after I knock on the table. Be careful not to touch my nostrils." Lei Lei instructed.

Lu Li held the talking head expressionlessly and nodded: "I can."

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-

Lei Lei's headless torso began to ring the desk.

The game begins.

This game has been weird and weird from the beginning.

Lu Li handed his head to Fener, Fener took it and passed it to the back seat...

In the indescribable disgust, a rhythmic sound of knocking on the table in the classroom, the head was passed backwards again and again.

Not only did the contestants quickly hand over their heads with disgust, most of the ghosts didn't want the head to fall into their hands. Therefore, in just over a dozen seconds, they passed the heads against the wall and were thrown into the second row.

Dong-dong-dong-dong-dong-

Suddenly, the knock on the table stopped abruptly.

Martin kept his arm handing to his deskmate, and the head was held in his hand.

The burning ghost did not move and did not take his head.

Martin felt he was targeted maliciously.
Chapter completed!