Leaving No. 7 Middle School

Author: Just a little demon in the mortal world

Leaving No. 7 Middle School

"Boom!"

Resonating through the heart, Luo Yi's sacrifice was passively terminated, cracks were all over his body, and 90% of the supernatural beings fell silent for an instant, as if being held down by an invisible big hand, and his mind was groggy, as if being hit by a heavy hammer.

In a blur of consciousness, the knocker actually raised his arm again.

Just one blow cracked his body. Another blow would probably kill him on the spot.

Luo Yi was horrified, shook his head fiercely, forced himself to stay awake, mobilized the remaining active supernatural power, and read two words in his mouth,

"Advent!"

Outside Qizhong, a figure appeared instantly.

"Hey, God, why are you here?"

Zhang Wei asked doubtfully. There was no one around him just now, and there was no way he, Ah Wei, could have seen it wrong with his fiery eyes.

"The things here are finally over. I'm in a bad state. If you need anything, call me tomorrow. By the way, my name is Luo Yi."

After saying that, he waved the fruit machine in his hand.

It belonged to Yang Jian, and of course it belonged to Zhang Wei earlier.

"Damn it, don't you want to give it to me?"

When Yang Jian took a look, he saw that one of the mobile phones he had just collected was missing, and it was still the most expensive one. He suddenly felt unhappy.

"Master, remember to contact me, I'm a double-gun Ah Wei, a chicken thief 6!"

"You'd better take a bath first, eh~~~"

Luo Yi twitched his nose, this smell,

Showy!

…

Luo Yi gave Meng Yi some money and left silently. This was also for her own good. It may not be a good thing for ordinary people to get involved too much with people in the supernatural circle.

The closer you are to darkness, the easier it is to attract evil!

Besides, Luo Yi is a ghost and Meng Yi is a young girl. They can see or do some things.

He Luo Yi is not Ning Caichen!

Simply out of sight.

After finding a hotel, Luo Yi checked in quietly. Although he had just started to do ghost work, his idea of ​​having sex for free was already more than twenty years ago.

Ethical performance artists condemn white prostitutes, what does that have to do with me?

Luo Yi lay quietly on the bed, and the events of the day were played through his mind like a movie, sorting out the gains and losses of the day.

In my previous life, as a forest ranger, I had to face ferocious animals every day, and caution was engraved in my bones. I almost died twice today, but after gaining great strength, I built tall buildings from the ground up, and my mentality was unstable.

"Today is a good lesson. In supernatural events, aliens are not immortal. Being able to survive today is a bit of a fluke."

If you want to live a glorious life, you must be able to pretend,

If you want to live a long life, you have to be careful.

Luo Yi has the largest resource in the world: intelligence. As long as he doesn't die, he will definitely achieve extraordinary things, so some things should be kept low-key or low-key.

Just like when I was with Yang Jian today, Luo Yi didn't tell me the information about the ghost eyes or the human skin.

After a brief exchange of words, it was okay to face the careless Zhang Wei, but to face the sensitive and ruthless Yang Jian, he had to be careful. Even if Luo Yi did not harm people's hearts, how could Yang Jian know.

The human heart is the most immeasurable and cannot withstand temptation.

Today's low profile is not because Luo Yi is afraid of Yang Jian, but because he is worried about the possible background behind Yang Jian and the story line that needs to be maintained before he grows up.

Having been a man for more than twenty years, Luo Yi has a profound understanding that the table cannot be overturned by ants.

"After digesting the energy plundered today, it should be comparable to a ghost controller who controls a powerful ghost."

Although the risks are high, the benefits are greater.

In one day, Luo Yi changed from a weakling who could only bully ghost slaves to a first-class ghost controller with ghosts. The key is that he is not in danger of recovering.

"Ghost baby, Lord of Ghost Eyes, White Bone Ghost Tree, Knocker Ghost!" Luo Yi slowly clasped his fingers, "When I have completely digested the supernatural power and allowed the God of Sacrifice to recover, I will be much more relaxed when I face you next time.

.”

Luo Yi carefully experienced the power fed back by the God of Sacrifice. Ever since he came to this world and had supernatural powers entering his body, Luo Yi felt that there had been some changes in the God of Sacrifice.

Although the previous sacrificial gods were ghosts, they had a divine status and were subject to heavenly rules and regulations. They survived by smoking incense and offering offerings, and their souls were transparent. But now Luo Yi controls the origin of the sacrificial gods and absorbs the supernatural powers of this world, making it

It has become a lot darker and is no longer what it was before.

"I don't know whether this change is good or bad, but I have no choice. Maybe death and darkness are the themes of this world. No one is immune, even the ghosts and gods who were aloof in the past."

But when doing good deeds, don’t worry about the future. No matter what happens tomorrow or what you will do,

As long as you have a clear conscience, that’s fine!

"buzz"

"The vast horizon is my love, and the flowers are blooming at the foot of the rolling green hills~"

"Who is it? Do you have any meritorious intentions this late at night?"

Aliens don't need to sleep, but that doesn't mean that aliens don't need rest. Luo Yi had just squinted for half an hour when this powerful music started playing. If he were thirty or forty years older, he might be able to dance happily, but now

Picking up the fruit machine, what kind of crap did Zhang Wei make?

"Hello?"

"Hello, this is the International Ghost Controller Organization, the Asian Ghost Controller Headquarters. I am the operator Tang Wanwan. Now we suspect that you have been involved in a supernatural incident. Please report to us truthfully what happened in No. 7 Middle School."

"OK."

...

Except for Tang Wanwan's own breathing, there was no sound from the receiver.

Luo Yi is also a little confused, but you ask.

"Classmate, please cooperate with my work. The supernatural events are very scary. You just came out of No. 7 Middle School. I hope you can provide us with some clues."

"OK."

Tang Wanwan was shrewd this time and took the initiative to ask, "Do you know Zhou Zheng?"

"Know."

"Where are the others?"

"died."

"How did you die?"

"Uh, dystocia?"

"Classmate, please be more serious. I'll ask you again, what happened to him?"

Tang Wanwan was a little crazy. She was called up by the minister to work late at night. Being a social worker was already very hard, but the person on the other end of the phone was still so uncooperative.

"I'm not talking nonsense. There was a child who wanted to come out of his belly. He was not a girl, so of course he couldn't give birth. So I was kind and helped him perform a caesarean section."

"But", Luo Yi's tone was a little low, "he didn't survive. Although he is a good person, good people usually don't survive more than one episode, as you know."

Tang Wanwan felt that the veins on his forehead began to beat, and the pimples caused by staying up late seemed to be getting bigger again.

"Classmate, if you do this again, I will have no choice but to call the police to arrest you. If you still dare to talk nonsense then, I will give you another chance."

Tang Wanwan brushed his chest, tried to calm down, and said to himself: I have received professional training and am a qualified operator. I am not angry or angry.

"Name?"

"It's not easy to talk about names these days. As an operator, you should know this."

Fang Shiming's ghost scissors are still there, and if his real name is exposed, if he turns against you in the future, just wait for him to give you a pair of scissors behind your back.

It's okay to cut off the head, but the worst thing is to put it back like Yang Jian. If you cut off the lifeblood...

Wait, is the ghost's lifeblood useful?

The corners of Tang Wanwan's mouth twitched, and she bit her back molars to hold back an ugly smile.

"ID card?"

"No."

"address?"

"No."

"That's enough for you. Believe it or not, I'll have someone arrest you!"

Tang Wanwan pinched the pen in her hand and slapped it hard on the table with her right hand.

"You don't even know who I am, how can you catch me?"

"Bang!"

Dududu~~

Luo Yi put down his cell phone with a look of helplessness on his face, "What's the matter? Once I blacklisted my account, how can I have these things? Even my residence is temporary, uh, experience."

"Hmph, I have your phone number, so you think I can't find you, little brat, I want you to look good!"

After getting angry, Tang Wanwan narrowed her bright and wild eyes.

Tang Wanwan's sinister voice echoed in the empty office of the headquarters.
Chapter completed!