They All Say I've Met a Ghost

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Ning Tiance opened his third eye for the first time, wanting to see what was so special about Teacher Shen that made it so he could spend a night in a morgue surrounded by fierce ghosts.

As soon as his third eye opened, he saw the soul of a teenaged boy shivering under the bedplate, pitifully hiding from the sunlight.

Then, like a demon, Shen Jianguo turned over the bedplate, and the young fierce ghost was directly exposed to the late morning sun.

This was the first time Ning Tiance had seen such a powerful ghost. He could even struggle on momentarily in the sun. Of course, it was also the first time he had seen such a miserable-looking ghost.

When the Maoshan Sect dealt with a ghost, even if they destroyed the it, they first had to undergo a bitter battle. They set up an array, recited spells, exhausted their powers. The fierce ghosts were ferocious, howling, trying to do harm at every moment. A moment's carelessness and they would be injured by Yin energy.

But this fierce ghost somehow made Ning Tiance think of barbecue. After one side was roasted, you turned it over to roast the other side.

Teacher Shen happily invited Ning Tiance to sit on the bed board, too. Ning Tiance silently looked at the young fierce ghost and inexplicably felt a trace of sympathy.

He thought that a fierce ghost, even if it died, should die with dignity. Being destroyed by a Celestial Master putting his dedicated efforts into an array was already better than being treated like barbecue.

Ning Tiance was even more surprised when Shen Jianguo took a human-skinned notebook out of his bag. The dark energy of this notebook was familiar; it was just the same as the dark energy in the second bedroom of 404.

Now, of course, it was also about to be barbecued.

And a notebook was harder to use to block the sun than a bedplate. In Ning Tiance's third eye, a man in a Zhongshan suit appeared crouched under the notebook, using its pathetic shadow to block his form from the sun. The arm exposed to the sun was gradually becoming transparent, and at the same time the notebook emitted a clear, fresh smell.

This fierce ghost with at least a hundred years of skills was exceedingly pitiful. Ning Tiance didn't know who to sympathize with right now. Sympathize with Teacher Shen for spending the night in a morgue in the company of a fierce ghost? Sympathize with himself for running over thirty kilometers between two and six and the morning because he was worried? Or sympathize with the fierce ghosts looking at him pathetically under the sun?

Curiously, he asked Teacher Shen about his teaching experience the night before. The more he listened, the more petrified he became. That ghost growing insects in his own body — the insects were recorded in Moashan's ancient books. They were called corpse blood insects. If an ordinary person was bitten by them, he would get corpse poisoning, and his body would die within an hour. His corpse and soul would be enslaved to the master of the corpse blood insects, never to be reborn again.

Oh, Teacher Shen said he had used the notebook to crush the corpse blood insects.

Looking at the blood-stained Republican era fierce ghost under the notebook, Ning Tiance felt inexplicably sorry for him. This was such a strong fierce ghost, with the power to kill corpse blood insects with his own body, but he had come to such a sorry end — sat on like a cushion, dried out in the sun.

There were also the students in the class who weren't afraid of the corpse blood insects, and whose strength must be on a level with this Tian Bowen. More than twenty fierce ghosts — just what was so holy about Shen Jianguo?