General: Start The Demon King, Get The Editing System

In Xincheng No. 10 Middle School

, Wang Qing, the teacher of Class 6, swept the last row with sharp eyes, and said:

"You have also seen the recent news, it is very chaotic outside, don't stay after school, go home as soon as possible, especially those who often go to Internet cafes, don't think that the teacher doesn't know."

The students couldn't help but whisper, their faces worried.

Recently, all kinds of urban weird talk has emerged in Tieba and V Bo, forcing a large number of them.

For example, witnesses found a large number of missing people stacked on top of each other, cos golden body eighteen arhats.

The old man sat up in shock in the coffin, and the family cried with joy and jumped on the spot.

The man runs naked in the downtown area and bites the giant who claims to be attacking when he sees people.

These bizarre stories are often short-lived, and soon become 404.

But public opinion has become somewhat irrepressible.

At this time, in the back row of the classroom, a boy lying on the table shook his tiger body.

Duang~

A loud noise interrupted Wang Qing, who was still admonishing.

"I lean!"

Xia Feng covered the knees that hit the table and chairs and grinned, standing up straight in pain.

I believe that you have all had sudden convulsions when sleeping in class, and if it reaches your knees, it is simply desperate.

"Summer breeze!"

Wang Qing on the podium looked cold: "When will you still be able to sleep, I don't know if you have a big heart or a stupid heart!" Seeing

that the confused summer breeze had not yet woken up, Wang Qing turned on the counting mode.

What's the situation?

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and saw the mature young woman in front of him who was trembling with anger.

The surrounding classmates were covering their mouths and laughing, looking like they were watching a good show.

I crossed?

Just as he was about to speak, Xia Feng was interrupted by a sharp voice.

"Summer breeze! Did you hear what the teacher just said?! The

handsome young man before the meeting completely ignored himself, and Wang Qing's face became darker and darker.

"Your hair has grown to the limit! Last week, you said you didn't cut it short? This is the school, not the place to let you do whatever you want!

Xia Feng reacted and looked at himself in the reflection of the window.

The young man is dressed in a black robe, his long hair is coiled behind his head, his facial features are beautiful, and although his eyes are listless, he has a little more depressed handsomeness, and he can definitely be regarded as a beautiful boy.

It's okay, it's almost like my past life.

Xia Feng was very satisfied, and turned his head to look at the teacher in front of him.

It seems that some way has to be found to fool the past.

"How, know it's wrong?"

Wang Qing hugged his shoulders and sneered.

Xia Feng smiled slightly and scratched the back of his head: "Teacher, I didn't have such long hair for you?" "

What does your long hair have to do with me?"

Wang Qing was slightly stunned, and his eyes were a little evasive.

"yes, what does it have to do with you?"

Poof~

Ben's still dull class suddenly froze.

"I have to say, Xia Feng's classmate just looked so handsome~

" "Right, right, black robe and long hair, so personality."

The girls chattered and discussed.

"Don't be happy too early, Summer Wind is an undertaker."

"What is an undertaker?"

A female classmate asked curiously.

"Undertaker, it is to make up for the dead!"

"You know, some people die in horrific ways, and their relatives often want to restore them to their former appearance, and that's what morticians do."

"Shhh!"

Everyone gasped, and the girls lost interest.

The students instantly thought of a messy meat and a terrifying hideous face.

This kind of thing that will make nightmares at a glance, it is hard to imagine that Xia Feng actually wants to make up for them.

After a while, Wang Qing reacted, and was suddenly overwhelmed by the waves of qi.

"Shut up for me!"

"Xia Feng, you come to my office, and the rest come home from school!"

With that, she left the classroom on high heels.

The summer breeze strolls along the campus corridor, flanked by famous quotes and red signs preparing for exams.

It was already dark, and only a few students on duty were playing outside, no different from the school in the previous life.

The original owner is eighteen years old this year, his parents died, and he was adopted by Xia Ye, an old undertaker of the funeral club, since he was a child.

Identity student, part-time mortician, often dealing with corpses.

He meowed, and sure enough, the protagonist didn't have a normal start.

Walking into the office, Wang Qing knocked on the table and signaled him to go over.

At this time, there were still a few teachers who had left work and were chatting and idle.

"Oh, have you heard, a girl from the second class has disappeared."

"Don't mention it, the boys in our class who are interesting to others seem to have been pumped their souls these days, and they look at the window of people's homes every day."

When Xia Feng came in, several teachers were discussing in a low voice.

"That's really the most beautiful girl I've seen in so many years of teaching, and the best grades, it's a pity."

Some teachers sighed.

"However, I heard that she seems to have touched something unclean, so..." "

It's really fake, Teacher Liu, don't talk nonsense."

Several teachers gasped, saw the summer breeze before ending the topic, and each cleaned up and left.

Xia Feng remembered that the girl they were discussing should be the school flower of the tenth middle school.

There were also a few suitors in the class who had been sad for a long time because of this.

But he wasn't much interested.

The dead see too much, and when they see everyone the same, sooner or later they will rot and wither.

"Xia Feng, it's not safe outside recently, promise the teacher to go home early, okay?"

Unexpectedly, Wang Qing actually changed his person and said in a soft voice.

"The teacher knows that you work in the funeral club, so you must pay attention to safety."

The summer breeze was slightly stunned, and his heart was warm.

Wang Qing knows his background and has been taking good care of him in private.

"Teacher, can you do me a favor?"

Xia Feng asked earnestly.

"You said, as long as the teacher can do it, he will try to help you."

Wang Qing nodded and said softly.

"That." Xia Feng took out his mobile phone a little embarrassed, scratching his head: "Recently, our funeral club has held activities, and the circle of friends has collected 88 likes to give a mouthful of sandalwood coffins, you see..."

Wang Qing's eyelids twitched, and he took two breaths.

If you stay with the summer breeze, it is estimated that you will have a myocardial infarction.

She trembled so much that she pointed to the door: "Get out!" "

......

"Isn't it just to send a circle of friends, as for such a big reaction."

Leaving the school, Xia Feng muttered while walking in the direction of the funeral club.

The Paradise Funeral Club is five minutes from the school and is located deep in the alley.

It is about to be demolished, the road surface is potholed, surrounded by weeds, mottled signs are tattered, and small advertisements are put up on the telephone poles next to the gates.

Daddy Xia Ye is extremely untuned, since he taught Xia Feng to enter the funeral, he has been a palm cabinet, drinking all day, and not bringing it back for a few days.

From the burial to the burial, from the ascension to the priest's superlative, it was basically all covered by the summer breeze.

Unlocking the door and seeing the note on the entrance, Xia Feng sighed.

"Alive again."

He ripped off the slip and looked at the information on it.

"On the second floor, there is a coming-of-age ceremony carefully prepared by Lao Tzu for you, a surprise is guaranteed, don't thank me too much."

Xia Feng raised his eyebrows.

The funeral hall is divided into two floors, the first floor is the parlor and residence, and the second floor is the morgue.

He meows, who will give the bar mitzvah will give the corpse ah!

Sighing helplessly, Xia Feng was used to his father's tumultuous operation.

This year's business is sluggish, forcing him to go to the circle of friends to publicize, and it is good to have a list.

I only hope that the face of the corpse is not too "wonderful" this time.

From the time he began to enter the funeral, he came across only a handful of corpses that could be seen.

At least don't lack parts on your face and don't get on your body.

Pushing open the heavy iron door of the morgue, a cold wind came in.

In order to maintain the freshness of the corpse, the air conditioner is often turned on here.

The room was small, and the body was parked in the coffin in the middle, on which were placed tribute incense candles and photographs of the deceased.

"His grandmother's, sure enough, is a corpse, and said that he would give Lao Tzu a gift, a liar."

Xia Feng muttered softly and looked at the photo.

Immediately, he was slightly stunned.

The girl in the photo has delicate facial features, a straight nose, no smile on her face, and a cold temperament.

The good looks are a little excessive.