The sound of ghosts was whimpering, the wind was whistling, the night was getting darker, and a dull aura spread. The teacher was still giving lectures. The lecture sound echoed in the classroom, but it seemed so quiet. The students below couldn't help but get closer, maybe they felt something, which made them feel safe.

"Boss, why do you think it's suddenly so quiet outside?" Xiaopang asked timidly, his eyes floating, his hands were clenched into fists, and he pressed them tightly against his legs. His pants had been scratched and wrinkled, and he was obviously scared by the situation in front of him.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't know how to answer. He guessed that he might have encountered a ghost, but this was just his own guess, without definite evidence, and in what society now, can we tell others that it is haunted here? I'm afraid that people will be treated as a lunatic, and it will be fine if they are not sent to a psychiatric hospital.

"Xiaopang, I think it's unusual and weird tonight! Be careful when you go to three evening self-study sessions later." Zhang Xiaojian reminded, because from this situation, there was a silence outside and even a dog barking could not be heard. The temperature in the classroom was a bit abnormal. Although it was November and February, the classroom was a bit cold.

Xiaopang was frightened by Zhang Xiaojian's serious expression, and he became even more nervous, "Boss, don't black me, my heart can't stand it, it's a ghost."

"Ghost?" Zhang Xiaojian was stunned, as if he had thought of something, staring at the teacher who was teaching on the podium, because he noticed that the temperature was colder. Did the teacher who was teaching on the above rub his hands to keep the temperature? It seemed that his fingers were stiff because of coldness.

"If it's a ghost, it makes sense. Only ghosts can go without a trace. The temperature suddenly drops wherever they go." Zhang Xiaojian thoughtfully, sat sideways and glanced at Mu Xiaoyu, who was sitting behind him, but found that the other party was calm and still had the heart to eat the food he brought back with him.

...

Zhengqiao Town, the headquarters of the Temple of Destiny is in an antique building built in a forest. This cost half of the money of the entire church, and various equipment and exquisite carvings cost the most money.

"Your Highness?" Li Liang continued the phone while looking at a piece of information and drawing with a pen from time to time. Suddenly, he stopped the pen in his hand, and the neutral pen fell on the table.

"It's Your Highness, I'll do it now. How many people are needed? A ruling and a secret cavalry?" Li Liang listened to Zhang Xiaojian's instructions on the other side of the phone.

"Your Highness, you will personally select the Dark Knights. There are twelve people in total. They will enter the schools in H City to study. Your Highness also has a Dark Knight in the school where you are. Hu Yin and the others will arrange it. This is his phone number, and the ruling person you assigned will arrive tomorrow morning."

Li Liang's voice was very low and respectful, and he was very convinced of this pope of unknown origin.

...

After making the call, Zhang Xiaojian put down his cell phone and continued to look at the teacher shaking back and forth in front of him. He knew that the other party had been penetrated by cold air and would have to rest for at least a month before he could fully recover.

"Boss..." Xiaopang looked at Zhang Xiaojian with a begging face. In his opinion, Zhang Xiaojian knew everything and had a way to do anything.

Zhang Xiaojian looked at Xiaopang's pitiful look and couldn't help feeling unbearable, "Forget it, I'm afraid of you, hide this in your pocket, remember not to take it out, it will be enough to help you get through it tonight."

As he said that, Zhang Xiaojian took out a strip of golden silk woven cloth the size of a finger, which was filled with strange fonts. This was the oracle that Zhang Xiaojian wrote badly last time. Although it was bad, it was also stained with a trace of the breath of gods. With the font written by divine power, it can at least be able to keep evil and evil from invading.

Xiaopang puzzledly put the golden cloth strip that Zhang Xiaojian handed to him into the pocket of his coat. With this golden cloth strip, he suddenly felt that he felt much more relaxed and was no longer so silent. Sometimes he could hear the roar of cars and barking of dogs outside.

"Okay, the boss is really good, I feel so comfortable." Xiaopang almost jumped up excitedly. Fortunately, Zhang Xiaojian stopped it in time, otherwise the effect would undoubtedly be a slap from the teacher in the face, and a review would be inevitable.

"Hehe!" Xiaopang laughed dryly, scratched the back of his head, leaving Zhang Xiaojian speechless.

Ring...

The school bell rang, and the students who were on the day got up dullly to pack their schoolbags and leave.

Zhang Xiaojian didn't care about these things. This was not his target. A ghost wouldn't let him take action. He also ordered the Black Knight and a ruling to come and revolt with him. This body was not an incarnation, but a real body, so it was not very strong, and the soul was weak and the power of spiritual consciousness was low. It was not very useful. The only useful one was divine art.

"I'm leaving, be careful." Zhang Xiaojian once again warned Xiaopang that the only person here who made him feel good was his deskmate Zeng Fan.

"Don't worry, boss." Xiaopang smiled, and getting care made him feel good.

"Yeah!" Zhang Xiaojian nodded and left the classroom.

...

Zhang Xiaojian was renting a house, lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling, not knowing what to do, quietly thinking about everything that has happened recently.

Recently, my deity's recovery speed has gradually slowed down, which means that the security of his life has been reduced again. This has forced Zhang Xiaojian to decide to protect himself. First of all, it was money. After thinking about it for a day, he finally thought that the fastest way to make money was undoubtedly gambling. He often gambled in a large-scale gambling. With his own spiritual sense, no one has to be afraid.

But when going to the casino, you have to let go, and the wandering soul in the school must be solved first.

The sudden appearance of Wandering Soul made Zhang Xiaojian very suspicious that it was related to the thing he didn't know. Moreover, Mu Xiaoyu's calm expression made Zhang Xiaojian more sure of his thoughts. Since it was related to that thing, Zhang Xiaojian had to win it.

"I'll know tomorrow, I can't even help it, then Mu Xiaoyu, you must not be able to do it either." Zhang Xiaojian narrowed his eyes slightly and turned into a crescent shape.

The next day, I heard a news when I arrived at school that a person died last night. What is surprising is that the man died miserably, his face was filled with fear, and his nails of ten fingers were broken. Just looking at it was enough to make people feel cold behind his back, his feet were weak, and he couldn't help but shivering.

Not to mention the specific tragic situation.

"It's true that I'm dead, but this year seems a bit unusual, and I've mentioned it a lot more than before. So it may be that the effect of the sealing has weakened." Zhang Xiaojian thought in his heart.

At this time, a slightly fat figure ran towards Zhang Xiaojian and shouted: "Boss, it was really dead yesterday. That was too terrifying!"

There was not much change on Zhang Xiaojian's face, and everything was as expected.

"Who is the one who died?" Zhang Xiaojian asked.

"The deceased is a student in Class 1. I heard that his name is Zhou Jiang. He died so terrible. Thank you for the amulet you gave me. By the way, I saw Mu Xiaoyu's glasses heading to the school's old museum." Xiaopang couldn't help but shivered when he said the old museum.

"What's there?" Zhang Xiaojian asked in confusion when he saw Xiaopang's appearance.

Xiaopang shook his head, "I heard that there was haunted, and more than one student died."

"What? Oh, I understand!" Zhang Xiaojian nodded and headed towards the old museum. He remembered something and turned to Xiaopang and said, "Xiaopang, please ask me for a leave, and I said I had a stomachache and went to see a doctor."

Xiaopang heard Zhang Xiaojian ask him to ask for leave and muttered in a low voice: "What kind of leave is it? It's different if you ask for it or not? The teacher won't say it anyway."
Chapter completed!