The Ghost King left the office with a dark look, holding the thick copy of "Socialist Core Values" in his arms. In his heart, he firmly marked down all these reckless humans.
What were these people barking about? What was his status, and what were their identities, that they dared to order him, the dignified Ghost King, around? They were simply tired of living...
As he thought this, the Ghost King's lips curved into a smile.
In the afternoon, the Ghost King skipped class. The homeroom teacher announced that he was feeling unwell and had returned to the dormitory to rest. The classmates didn't react much to this.
Shen Xiu'er, sitting at her desk, had a bad feeling for some reason, but she didn't show it. Her gaze was fixed on the dark, oppressive sky outside the window, lost in thought.
At this moment, in the boys' dormitory, unseen by the naked eye, vast amounts of ghostly energy were dispersing.
Boys' Dormitory 404.
The Ghost King sat cross-legged on his bed, eyes closed, chanting words.
Soon, large quantities of ghostly energy converged towards him, pouring into his body ceaselessly.
Feeling the ghostly energy gradually filling his body, the Ghost King narrowed his eyes in comfort...
Half an hour later, the ghostly energy around the Ghost King gradually subsided.
He looked down at the wisps of ghostly energy coiled around his hands, a dangerous glint flashing through his eyes.
Although he couldn't leave this body yet, he could at least use ghostly energy.
That's right, the Ghost King had used a forbidden technique to break some of the soul-fixing talismans.
Having regained his ghostly energy, the Ghost King recalled the events of the day, his eyes darkening again. With a flash, he disappeared from the dormitory the next second...
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At this moment, on a dim forest path, the sports teacher was running, headphones on, engrossed in his exercise.
As he ran, the sports teacher suddenly felt a blur in front of his eyes, as if something had whisked past him, almost colliding with him.
Sports Teacher: "......" Σ(っ°Д°;)っ
The sports teacher gradually stopped, staring into the darkness ahead, a chill creeping up his spine.
A gust of cold wind blew, and the sports teacher felt a chill on his shoulder, as if an icy hand had rested there, and some unknown creature was blowing cold air into his ear...
The sports teacher's eyes narrowed, and the next second he threw a punch behind him, only to hit empty air.
Sports Teacher: "......"
Thinking he was being too sensitive, the sports teacher shook his head and continued running.
But gradually, the melodious music in his headphones turned eerie without him noticing. As he ran, the sports teacher broke out in a cold sweat...
The sports teacher's steps slowly came to a halt because he felt that cold thing on his shoulder again. This time, the sensation was very clear; he could even hear the sound of clothes rustling, and that sound wasn't his...
The night wind was a bit cold, and the sports teacher's heart grew colder on the tree-lined path. He had already turned off the music in his headphones, so he clearly remembered that he hadn't heard the slightest sound of footsteps just now...
So...
When did the person behind him appear?
The sports teacher swallowed, mustered his courage, and turned around, wanting to see who was playing tricks.
But the moment he turned, the previously dark sky suddenly crackled—a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, bringing a moment of light to the earth.
This also allowed the sports teacher to clearly see what was behind him.
It was a face!
A pale face!
Just as the sports teacher was about to let out a scream, the face suddenly let out a piercing shriek, then vanished, disappearing without a trace, as if... it had never appeared...
The next second, he heard a faint voice from ahead. Looking up, the sports teacher saw a familiar figure...