The fool was about to open his mouth when suddenly, a ray of silver light swept over from behind him.
The silver light penetrated the entire field of vision and headed towards the two of them.
The fool hurriedly grabbed Zhao Qianle, hugged him into his arms, and the two of them lay on the ground together.
Silver light flashed across the spot where they had just stood.
It didn't seem to cause any harm.
The fool was still pressing Zhao Qianle's head, while he raised his head and took a look.
The silver light had already swayed away, but soon, another silver light flew over.
"What the hell is this?" He lowered his head and asked Zhao Qianle.
Zhao Qianle dusted off the dust on his face and shook his head, "I don't know, but I don't think... it looks like it will hurt us."
After saying that, Zhao Qianle stretched out his hand the moment the silver light came to his head, watching the silver light pass through his palm, then pass through the wall, and fly away.
"you!……"
"Don't worry, look," Zhao Qianle shook his hand, "it's just a ray of light."
"Where did the light come from?" The fool still didn't dare to take risks easily. He crept to the side of the classroom, followed the window, and looked in the direction where the silver light was sweeping.
"It's outside the school," Zhao Qianle stood calmly by the window and pointed to the path outside the school gate, "that's where the light comes from."
The fool was lying by the window and frowning. After a while, he also stood up and said, "I'll go out and take a look."
Zhao Qianle watched him leave.
The fool walked out of the classroom.
A few seconds later, it came back.
In his hand was the rope he had snatched from Zhao Qianle not long ago.
"In order to prevent you from doing stupid things while I'm away, please feel sorry for me."
Zhao Qianle was dumbfounded, "What do you mean?"
A few minutes later, Zhao Qianle's silent protest was ineffective. He was tied to the pillar and stared at the fool's back until the fool disappeared from sight.
The fool strode towards the place where the silver light appeared, and started to trot as he walked.
Circles of silver light kept spreading.
He ran out of the school gate.
Saw it.
The fool slowed down.
Is it... a street lamp?
The fool walked to the copper lamp and stared warily at the light that looked very dim against the sunlight.
What a short street light.
But the shape is pretty good.
The fool stretched out his finger and poked it. Seeing that there was no surprise, he struck it with both hands.
Is there a groove?
The fool looked at the groove on the lamppost, and then at the knife in his pocket.
It seems... perfect.
The sky is still dim, the street lights are dim, and the silver light overflows to the edge of the world in circles.
The fool paused and glanced in the direction of the school building.
He reached out and inserted the dagger into the groove.
The last circle of silver light suddenly scattered out, and the strong light stung the fool and closed his eyes.
He seemed to hear something.
A word came from far, far away.
"Save Wansheng."
***
Light.
The Taoist priest stood by the window, holding his breath and staring at the light sweeping in the distance.
A beam of silver light, like an arrow of light shot from the darkness, quickly approached here.
What is it?
In the blink of an eye, the silver light has arrived.
The Taoist priest covered his eyes.
The light quickly disappeared, and the Taoist priest felt that his surroundings seemed to be plunged into complete darkness.
Open your eyes.
I am no longer in that small classroom.
The Taoist priest was in an extremely small and dark space. Although he couldn't see anything, he could reach out and touch the four walls.
Where is this?
Outside this space, low voices of conversation could be heard.
"Should we just leave Wansheng in this place? I always feel bad."
"We have no other choice... First of all, we can't let Wan Sheng hurt others anymore, right?"
"Why did Wan Sheng...Brother, I really feel that this is no longer something we should solve on our own. Wan Sheng is...this is something supernatural..."
"I understand. I'll go find someone to take a look tomorrow. If it doesn't work... see if we can find a way to keep Wan Sheng inside and not come out..."
"Are you going to find someone to cast a spell?"
"It seems that this is the only way..."
"If I had known earlier, we should have cremated Wan Sheng's body, so that we wouldn't..."
Their voices slowly faded away.
It's the voices of Zhao Baihuan and Zhao Qianle.
The Taoist priest leaned against the wall, thinking.
Probably...know where this place is.
The Taoist priest fumbled for the flashlight in his pocket and turned it on.
Shoot it to the ground.
What appeared in front of him was not the stiff corpse he expected.
But a boy.
A living boy.
Wan Sheng hugged his legs and squatted at the feet of the Taoist priest, staring up at him, his big eyes reflecting a strange light under the flashlight light.
The Taoist Master breathed a sigh of relief.
He knelt down and looked straight at Wansheng.
"Wansheng, I finally found you."
"Oh," Wan Sheng seemed to have a smile on his lips, "You are looking for that child."
The Taoist priest's smile froze on his face.
He stood up and looked down at Wansheng.
"Who are you? Zhao Baihuan? Zhao Qianle?"
Wan Sheng grinned, shook his head, and slowly stood up straight.
"I've seen you."
His voice was hollow and long, hissing like a poisonous snake spitting its core.
The Taoist priest put his hands behind his back and assumed a fighting stance in the small space.
He waited for Wansheng's next words.
"Do you remember me? Young man."
This is not Wansheng!
Not Zhao Baihuan, nor Zhao Qianle!
There is a fourth personality in Wansheng’s body!
"Do you want to attack me?" The man occupying Wansheng's body glanced at the Taoist Master's hand with his shining green eyes, "Young man, it's best not to do stupid things. You don't have that kind of power.
...Among you, only that little girl may be able to compete with me."
Xiaolan?
The Taoist priest's heart sank suddenly.
"Who are you? What did you do to Xiaolan?"
"You are not as smart as I thought," Wan Sheng's voice became older. He leaned against the wall behind him, "Oh, it seems that I haven't seen anyone for a long time. I thought I would be able to see you."
They are all good young people..."
"So the murder was not done by those three personalities," the Taoist priest's eyes were cold, "it was you who did it."
"Oh, you already know about that matter," Wan Sheng raised his eyelids and looked at the Taoist priest sullenly, "It seems you are not that stupid."
"What do you want?"
"Didn't I tell you what I want? Why, the little girl didn't tell you?" Wan Sheng took two steps towards the Taoist Master, suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed the Taoist Master's skirt, the expression on his face
Suddenly she became pitiful, "Brother, I want to go home, brother, take me home..."
"Xiaolan saw you." The Taoist priest said through his teeth.
"Hahahahaha..." Wan Sheng suddenly clapped his hands and laughed like a child, "Your expression is exactly the same as then...when you mentioned that little girl, you had this expression, hahahahaha
…”
In an instant, Dao Chang's arm with bulging veins had already shot out and strangled Wan Sheng's slender neck.
"Who are you?"
"I said, don't do stupid things," Wan Sheng suppressed his smile, "Young man, you don't have that kind of power."
After saying that, Wan Sheng's eyes suddenly lit up with a dazzling green light.
The Taoist priest felt his palms burning hot, and the next second, some huge force seemed to come from the air. The Taoist priest was lifted up by the force and hit the wall hard.
Pain spreads from the outside to the body.
The Taoist priest opened his mouth, and a sweet and fishy smell came out.
Wan Sheng smiled lowly and walked to his side in small steps.