Chapter 2 It turns out that I am in No. 7 Middle School

Author: Just a little demon in the mortal world

Chapter 2 It turns out that I am in No. 7 Middle School

Luo Yi had a long dream. He found that he had become a ghost and god, and his movements had infinite power. He could change the weather of a city or place with every breath.

Incense is lingering and tributes are endless.

He sat on a high platform, received offerings from all the people, and enjoyed an honorable position.

When we were supposed to be high-spirited, happy and free, unexpectedly the end of the world came. Immortals and Buddhas were martyred, all gods perished, and blood rained down for hundreds of years. Famous mountains and rivers, caves and blessed lands, all kinds of creatures were plunged into despair. In just three hundred years, there were no more immortals.

Three thousand years later, an ape-man stood up, ushering in a new era of wisdom.

And this god who was worshiped by all the people was not spared from the catastrophe. He was stripped of his divine status, shed his divine body, removed his divine power, and extinguished his divine will. His original source was also wasted, and he became an inconspicuous jade stone.

Five thousand years later,

On the Sino-Russian border of Aquamarine, a hunter entered the mountain to cheetah, picked up the jade stone from the leopard's belly, and settled there with his greed, married a wife and had children, and passed it down to five generations.

Luo Yi is the sixth generation. As a forest ranger, he was eventually chased by a leopard with its cubs while patrolling the mountains. On the way to fall, a jade stone rising from his chest penetrated his eyebrows.

Three generations have been hunters, three generations have been forest guards, three generations have killed, and three generations have saved.

Because of the jade stone, branches and leaves spread, and because of the jade stone, they died, and their bloodline was severed. The three hundred years of entanglement, I thought it would end here, but I didn't want to die at the last moment. The two merged and came to this new world together, a world with

A world highly similar to Aquamarine, a world full of despair and terror.

In the evil world of the five turbidities, hell is empty, evil ghosts are resurrected, and the human world is like a prison.

This is the world of "Mysterious Resurrection", a paradise for evil spirits and a hell for humans.

"Hmm~"

Meng Yi's throat squirmed slightly, her long eyelashes fluttered, and she subconsciously raised her hands to block the sun.

The warm sunlight shines through the screen window, pulling out a long line of light from the balcony and spreading it on the sofa, making people too lazy to get up.

"It turns out that this was all a dream. Let me tell you, I, Sister Meng, have never done anything wrong in my life, and I am not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door in the middle of the night."

"Come on, Sister Meng, you are the most beautiful!"

Meng Yi clenched his fist and shook it hard twice in front of his chest. Suddenly, the ground was shaken.

"Oh, aren't you afraid of ghosts knocking on your door?"

"who!"

"If it were really a ghost knocking on the door, I'm afraid you would be dead by now!"

Thinking of that old man in a long gown with death spots all over his face, even Luo Yi was frightened that he had become an alien in a certain sense.

In the world of mysterious resurgence, this old man has not ended from the first chapter to a thousand chapters. This level of terror is still when he is dead and the supernatural being is dismantled into pieces, if it is complete

At their peak, the average ghost master might not even have the courage to face it head-on.

"It's you!"

Next to the desk, a young man in black robes sat upright. He was not outstanding in stature and had an ordinary appearance. His face was bloodless and pale, and if he closed his eyes, he would look like a corpse that had just been buried.

Luo Yi turned his head when he heard the sound, and as soon as their eyes made contact, Meng Yi couldn't help but exclaim, her body unconsciously stepped back, her heartbeat suddenly increased, and she was about to faint again.

"If you dare to faint again, I will throw you off the stairs!"

This girl is not very courageous, but she sleeps very well. It has been 12 hours since she passed out last night, and Luo Yi doesn't want to wait for her for another 12 hours.

Perhaps the intimidation worked. After Meng Yi took a few deep breaths, he slowly calmed down. Although there was still fear in his eyes, his heart rate slowly dropped.

"If you can be in the sun, you are not a ghost."

Mengyi comforted herself.

"Sishen, I didn't do anything bad. Don't hurt me. The most I did was bully children, copy homework, steal some of my mother's money, gossip about teachers and classmates behind their backs, and engage in puppy love."

"Stop", Luo Yi impatiently interrupted Meng Yi's chatter, "I'm not interested in your character or private life."

After a pause, Luo Yi continued, "I ask, you answer."

Meng Yi nodded obediently like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Has there been any big news in Dachang City before?"

“Does a heavy rainstorm count?”

"It doesn't count!"

"The mayor has been changed recently. The singer is coming to hold a concert next week. Deyun Club recently held a cross talk show. Sands Shopping Mall opened a few days ago. The principal and dean of our school are not clear about each other. Ma Lulu recently

I have a new boyfriend. It is said that he is a rich second generation. His family runs a mine and he is already rich. Liu Qian likes to sleep naked, Chen Jiao."

"Shut up!"

Luo Yi felt a headache, as if there were eight hundred ducks chattering in his ears.

"A good girl, but it's a pity that she has an open mouth!"

"you!"

Meng Yi snorted coldly and turned his head.

After a while, it was a girl’s nature after all, so she couldn’t help but ask: “Is my friend okay?”

"They are very nice."

After a moment of silence, Meng Yi realized that the person in front of him did not have any malicious intentions. The huge stone in his heart fell to the ground, and he was no longer so afraid. He was even surprised by the strangeness and mystery of the other person. He thought of the immortal cultivators in fantasy novels, and hugged his thighs to make pendants.

thoughts.

"Well, Master? Hello? What else do you want to hear?"

"Nowadays, people's hands-on ability is basically weak, but their ability to accept is really strong." Looking at Meng Yi returning to his true nature, Luo Yi smiled bitterly in his heart, "Yes, I can accept such bizarre things, let alone her.

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"Tell me, do you know Yang Jian?"

Luo Yi interrupted Meng Yi and asked her to continue. Among her best friends, she told them who was B and who was C, and which one felt better.

"I know, my classmate, he is a bad student. He plays hooky with Zhang Wei and other losers and surfs the Internet every day, not doing his job properly."

"A loser in learning?"

"Once you learn it, you will lose it!"

"It seems like the knocker incident hasn't happened yet."

For time-travelers, knowing the plot is the biggest advantage, and the prerequisite for determining the advantage is to determine the timeline.

"Prepare some fragrant wax paper candles and tributes. I need to make sacrifices."

Luo Yi coldly ordered that the real Luo Yi was just a consciousness, and in terms of the concept of the mysterious resurgence of the world, it was a memory.

The origin of worshiping gods is equivalent to the house left by the previous owner, and Luo Yi is equivalent to the thief who broke into the house. When the owner is away, he enjoys the control of the house.

This body was created by Luo Yi's control over the remaining original structure of the sacrificial god. After all, people are used to it, and it is always very uncomfortable to be without a body.

The human consciousness taking over the ghost body is like an alien to some extent.

Although he has become an alien, his true strength is probably at the bottom of the ghost category. It is not an exaggeration to say that this house dedicated to gods is riddled with holes in the wind and rain of the Dharma Ending Age for thousands of years.

Now he doesn't even have the ability to attack and kill, let alone the ghost realm and death that are only available to first-rate ghost masters.

The top priority is to regain strength.

"Incense wax paper candle? Tribute?" Meng Yi's heart was pounding. "Living people don't need tribute. Only the clay statues in the temple need incense paper. So, he really doesn't."

When he thought of this, Meng Yi suddenly shuddered. The relaxation and boldness just now no longer existed, and the thoughts of "Grandpa" and "Golden Finger" were completely eliminated in his heart.

He honestly went to buy the items Luo Yi needed, and then respectfully lit incense, burned paper candles, and offered tributes under the gaze of the other party.

Half an hour later, Luo Yi looked ugly.

The sacrificial method that had been passed down for thousands of years didn't work anymore. Relying on the mysterious induction, he wanted to become stronger. He had to fight against the evil ghost and absorb the opponent's origin to repair himself.

"I thought that with the ability to develop steadily and worship gods, as long as there were enough converted believers, some strength would be restored within three to five years, and I would be able to run rampant in the early and middle stages of the mysterious recovery, but I never thought that the rules of this world would be like this

Harsh, if you want to become stronger, you must either look for your own puzzle pieces and complete yourself like an ordinary ghost, or break your own limitations by devouring and controlling other ghosts like a starving ghost or ghost."

Luo Yi sighed secretly, "Nothing in this world is perfect!"

Before Luo Yi could think any further, a terrifying aura came from far to near the pavement, accompanied by the stench of rotting soil and dead creatures.

The walls peeled off, the sofa door panels became moldy and rotten, household appliances such as fans and televisions quickly rusted, and the food spoiled and turned black in the blink of an eye. In the hazy black mist, a stiff figure emerged.

His eyes were hollow and numb, his body was covered with age spots, he was thin, and he was wearing a black gown and leaky cloth shoes.

"Knocker, Luo Wensong, why is he here!"

"Meng Yi, where is this?"

"Seven, seventh middle school!"

"Why do you live here?"

"I am a student from No. 17 Middle School. Is there nothing wrong with living in No. 7 Middle School?"
Chapter completed!