"Jiutian Lingyin Society... monk?"

Hearing this, Tsukamoto Sumi and Monobe Masao were puzzled at the same time.

However, the monk in front of him did not explain his origin in detail, but said coldly: "You young people who don't know the heights of the world are trying to secretly extradite the undead from another world. This is a very dangerous act."

Tsukamoto Sumi's face was startled, her brain reacted for a moment, and she replied firmly: "What we do has nothing to do with you. Besides, a suspicious guy like you who sneaks into the school late at night has no right to say anything about others..."

"Let's go and leave him alone."

After saying that, she put down her arms, grabbed Masao Monobe and left the school in another direction.

She didn't want to stay for a moment with this strange guy whose face was wrapped in gauze and who was wearing black cloth.

But before taking two steps, Tsukamoto Sumi suddenly felt a wave of anger coming from behind, and quickly pushed Monobe Masao away, subconsciously raising her arms to block the sharp blow.

The two arms are supported in front of the body, just resisting the strength of one of the opponent's arms.

Tsukamoto Sumi shook the black-clothed monk's arm away with both arms, then with a sharp look in her eyes, she immediately entered a fighting state, took a karate stance, and charged forward.

For a while, the two of them were fisting and kicking each other on the quiet corridor of the school, and the fight was very lively.

The fight between the two seemed to be back and forth, but in fact the monk in black did not fight with all his heart, but was rather troubled.

Originally I just wanted to pretend to be an expert and persuade young people to return to their lost ways, but I didn't expect it would end up like this...

Of course, it’s no wonder Tsukamoto Sumimi’s reaction was stronger. After all, it’s a dark night for rice flowers and bad guys are rampant.

No matter how much you dress up like Batman, people will not think that you are here to do justice.

Tsukamoto Sumi's karate strength is considered to be at the level of a normal high school female karate master, but her strength is not as good as Maori Ran's.

Because of this, Qin Zhibo did not dare to use his full strength.

After this period of study and training as a substitute, his current Krav Maga proficiency has reached level 4, making him a complete master.

In addition, her own physical fitness is stronger than that of Tsukamoto Sumi who holds an ordinary character card. If she wants to capture her, she will definitely be hurt.

Although traditional kung fu is limited to just a few points, not every martial artist is as good at "kung fu" as Master Ma, who can hold back the explosive power of his muscles at the critical moment and just touch the opponent's forehead lightly like a peerless master.

Therefore, Qin Zhibo was ready to change his approach.

I saw the monk in black holding up his left hand to receive the fist from Tsukamoto Sumi, and then the muscles on one side of his body, shoulders and back worked together to produce a strange rhythm.

At this moment, the monk is not fighting alone, there is also a overalls lover who has possessed his soul.

Damn it!

A strong force hit Tsukamoto Sumi's relatively petite body, knocking her out of balance, staggering a few steps and falling to the ground.

"Tsukamoto!" Masao Monobe, who had been watching the battle, shouted.

Tsukamoto, who fell to the ground, gritted his teeth angrily. He was about to get up and continue beating, but suddenly stopped his movements.

It turned out that the other party took out a four-barreled pocket pistol directly from his pocket, and pointed the small muzzle at her.

What era is it now? Are you still competing in martial arts? Comparing weapons, weapons!

Seeing the hot weapon in the hands of the monk in black, Tsukamoto Sumi and Monobe Masao immediately looked shocked and did not dare to act rashly again.

"What do you want?" Tsukamoto Sumi slowly got up from the ground and asked in a neither humble nor arrogant tone, "Do you want to kill us here?"

Kill? As expected of the Mihua people, they simply skipped the robbery of wealth and sex.

The monk in black shook his head and continued to say in a cold tone: "You misunderstood from the beginning. I just came to let you know how to turn back."

"I know you are trying to channel the souls of your deceased classmates, but ordinary channeling is extremely harmful. If a powerful demon is summoned from the underworld, even the world will be devastated."

"Do you want the world as you know it to be destroyed?"

The mysterious monk's voice was cold and gloomy, and his breath was still calm after the fight just now, giving people the feeling of being an expert outside the world.

Coupled with the monk's extraordinary skills, Tsukamoto Sumi immediately believed what the other party said, and quickly asked: "Then what do you want us to do? Give up?"

"Yes." The monk's tone revealed unquestionable authority.

But then, he changed the subject, "But I can fulfill your little wish and channel your classmates..."

Tsukamoto Sumi gradually widened her eyes, filled with disbelief, and quickly asked: "Are you telling the truth? Can you really let us see Hosaka-kun again?"

"Okay." The monk put the pocket pistol back under the black cloth. There seemed to be some kind of holster inside.

"But you must promise me that you will not allow any psychic rituals to be performed in the future. All actions will be yours."

After hearing this, Tsukamoto Sumi began to think.

Originally, this collective channeling ritual was somewhat unsustainable. Some students were already dissatisfied. How long it could be maintained was a question.

But the mysterious monk in front of me actually offered to provide reliable and safe channeling. This was something I couldn't ask for, as I wanted to see the heroic side of Baoban again.

"I promise you."

Seeing Tsukamoto Sumi agreed, the monk turned to look at Mononobe Masao, "What about you?"

Mononobe Masao glanced at Tsukamoto Sumi, hesitated for two seconds, and nodded.

"Well...the contract has been made. Anyone who breaks his promise shall be punished by eating rocks."

It's similar to a contract of "Hang yourself with a hook, and you won't be able to change it for a hundred years." But in the mouth of this mysterious monk in black, the words seemed to be endowed with convincing power, making Tsukamoto and Monobe swallow their saliva unconsciously.

.

Next, the monk took out a yellow charm from his black clothes, pinched it with one hand, and murmured a spell that no one could understand.

This scene may seem like a fairy tale, but Qin Zhibo has actually been quietly refreshing his channeling count.

[The success rate of this channeling: 24.51%]

[Channeling failed]

[Channeling failed]

...

After 9 consecutive failures, 99% came back, and the 10th channeling finally succeeded.

However, Tsukamoto Sumi and Monobe Masao had been standing there stupidly watching the black-clothed monk recite the incantation for a long time. Those who didn't know better thought that channeling was supposed to recite this long series of incantations.

When the monk placed the talisman on the ground, a slender blue spirit slowly floated out, and then gradually became fuller like a blown balloon.

Unlike the blue shadows in the school corridors, the ghosts currently summoned by Qin Zhibo's psychic technique are translucent blue humanoid spirits.

Although the body shape will relatively restore the appearance of the deceased in life, there are no specific details of the body, and only in rare cases can the ghost appear in an almost human state.

The two stared at the spirit body in front of them, their eyes widening in disbelief.

For a moment, it was Tsukamoto Sumi who asked tentatively first.

"Hosaka-kun, is that you?"

The blue ghost nodded slowly, his reaction was not strong, like a ruthless answering machine.

But Tsukamoto Sumi was deeply shocked by the scene in front of her, with tears of excitement in the corners of her eyes, and she opened her arms to hug her.

"Don't touch him! Ghosts are very fragile in this world."

The black-clothed monk spoke to stop him, and Tsukamoto Sumi quickly stopped his body, fearing that if he was not careful, the soul of Hosaka, who had finally seen him, would be wiped out in ashes.

"Hosaka-kun, do you still remember me? I am Tsukamoto..."

The black-clothed monk continued to remind: "Don't ask too complicated questions. Now he can only nod or shake his head; and grasp the time well, the ghost will not always exist..."

After that, the monk in black walked to the other side wisely and stopped paying attention to the conversation here.

In fact, Qin Zhibo has a way to keep his soul in this world.

There is a prop in this week's props called [a glass bottle], which can nourish the soul and allow the soul to exist in this world in some form.

It's just that Qin Zhibo still can't figure out the purpose of this item.

If this thing is like Thresh's lantern, you can collect souls to stack armor infinitely. Otherwise, you can really become "Killing Thresh".

What a bunch of souls do...

Qin Zhibo thought silently, and more than ten minutes passed before he knew it.

As Tsukamoto Sumi's sobs came from over there, he knew that everything was over.

When I came back, I saw that Tsukamoto Sumi had raised her hand to wipe away her tears. Except for the redness of her eyelids, she had regained her usual heroic spirit. Mononobe Masao next to her was also relatively calm.

Meeting the person they had always wanted to see, the two of them were emotionally stable.

This is also because this ghost has a relatively low degree of concreteness and does not say things like "you guys will work hard from now on", so it is not that sad.

Tsukamoto Sumi turned around and said, "Thank you... may I ask what your name is?"

"He's just an unknown person, so there's no need to ask any more questions."

"...I know, but thank you anyway."

In the eyes of the two of them, Qin Zhibo has completely risen to the level of a shrine maiden, a magical alchemist, or a guardian of order in the darkness. In short, he is a very mysterious and reclusive expert.

But what they don't know is that this so-called "master" is actually a famous detective who "idles around" in their school during the day.

Qin Zhibo didn't want to use his true identity because he was worried that if he revealed that he was a psychic, he would be in trouble later.
To be continued...