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But in an instant, the ghost energy entering Chu He's body multiplied several times.

The ghost general wants to drag him to die together!

Countless ghost qi poured into Chu He's body, shocking his mind.

Chu He gritted his teeth, thinking about how to get rid of the general's ghost with the few conscious minds.

But after thinking about it, he could only get a desperate answer.

no.

Now it is the ghost general who forcibly binds him here, preventing him from escaping.

The literary energy and ghost energy in the two people's bodies are already intermingled. If they want to get rid of the shackles, a powerful force must be used to cut off the intermingled literary energy and ghost energy between the two of them.

But there are no such people here.

Even Ouyang Hong couldn't do it.

Tsk, this Li Jie is really a crow's mouth, and this time he will really be infamous for thousands of years.

Chu He laughed at himself in his heart.

After he died, there was no one to explain this kind of thing to him, and the history books only left the saying that he betrayed the human race and voluntarily fell into the ghost world.

That's all, how can I care about him.

Chu He chuckled, exhaled slowly, and closed his eyes slowly.

Just suddenly, a sharp sword intent suddenly appeared.

Chu He suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look out the window.

This sword intent is very familiar.

"One Sword Frost and Cold Fourteen States!"

This poem is a poem he often uses, but now it's a different person.

There was only a soft shout, the wall was forcibly broken open, and a long sword came in, pointing directly at the ghost general.

"Tsk, I'm going to be saved by this woman again, why do I feel so uncomfortable?"

Chu He laughed out loud.

The long sword followed closely behind, cutting off Gui Jiang's arm abruptly, helping Chu He escape from the bondage, and then a burst of energy shot up into the sky, but another scream was heard.

The ghost general let out a roar, and under the strong spirit, there was only one scream left, and then he was reduced to ashes.

The third-rank ghost general has been consumed a lot, and he is about to die. Under the spirit of the fourth-rank Confucian scholar, he can't hold on for a while.

At this point, the surrounding darkness completely disappeared.

Numerous literary spirits rushed into the venue, most of them were the heads of the major families, at least Confucian scholars of the fourth rank or above.

With these people in front, within a short while, the remaining ghosts were beheaded and wiped out.

Mu Yingjin killed the ghost general, walked slowly to Chu He, and stretched out his hand to Chu He.

Chu He raised the ghostly aura on his right hand and laughed at himself.

Mu Yingjin snorted coldly, stepped forward, grabbed Chu He's left hand, put it on her back, and helped him up.

Seeing this, Li Jie hurriedly said, "Senior Sister Mu, Chu He's body has been polluted by ghost energy! Don't get too close to him!"

It's just that just after he finished speaking, Mu Yingjin's eyes were like swords, piercing towards him.

Facing Mu Yingjin's double-sword-like eyes, Li Jie didn't dare to say another word after all.

Ouyang Hong watched the two leaving from a distance, sighed, and said in a low voice.

"A gentleman doesn't fight, but if he doesn't fight, how can he protect the people around him?"

Li Jie went in without knowing it, and looked at Ouyang Hong in doubt.

Ouyang Hong glanced at him lightly, his eyes were cold, never before.

Li Jie froze on the spot, not knowing what she did wrong, but Ouyang Hong, who had the most gentle temperament, gave him a cold look.

Chu He was helped out of the venue by Mu Yingjin, and three or four great scholars surrounded him.

Long Xi stared at Chu He, clenched his fists, and said in disbelief, "Why do you have a ghostly aura!"

Chu He looked at his master, chuckled lightly, and waved his hands.

Mr. Gong and the other great Confucian scholars had stern eyes and lingering expressions, as if they were on guard against something.

Mu Yingjin fixed her eyes on the dean, not concealing her sword intent at all.

Finally, the dean sighed and spoke.

"Let him go to the academy first, and go to his living room in the outer courtyard. Don't enter the study."

Mu Yingjin didn't move at all, only her sword intent became sharper.

Seeing this, the other great Confucian scholars shouted sharply: "Mu Yingjin, you will not be able to use your sword against us!"

Old Gong stepped forward to stop Daru, while Longxi sighed.

"Chu He has a ghostly aura. If he enters the study, he will be killed immediately. The inner court is protected by the literary spirit of the Guoshi Academy, and the outer court is the weakest. It is right to let him go to the outer court."

Just as Mu Yingjin was about to speak, she saw Chu He nodding slightly, so she snorted coldly and helped Chu He go to the academy.

A group of great Confucian scholars stayed here, only sighing one after another.

Old Gong sighed: "It's a pity that such a talent is destroyed in the hands of Guixiu."

Only then did the Great Confucian get angry, and when he heard this, he restrained his breath and said regretfully, "Before I said, with Chu He's literary talent, he is bound to be able to become a Great Confucian, and even if he has the appearance of a saint, it's not impossible to be a saint, but I didn't expect that there would be such a thing. It’s a shame it happened.”

Longxi stood aside without saying a word.

A Confucianist knew it in his heart, stepped forward and sighed: "Longxi, Chu He is your disciple, and I also regret it in my heart. Don't be too sad, lest you hurt your body."

Long Xi raised his head slowly, his gaze was full of anger instead of the sadness that everyone thought.

Long Xi looked at the dean, and said in a deep voice: "Dean, this investigation must be entrusted to me, and I must find out the person behind the scenes and tear him into pieces!"

A killing intent suddenly rose, and even the great scholars around were shocked by the killing intent and couldn't help taking a few steps back.

The dean thought for a moment, then said in a deep voice: "If that's the case, I'll leave it to you. You must find out the truth and don't let the academy be ashamed!"

Long Xi gave a deep drink and left in the air.

Everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, and they all saw a trace of fear in the eyes of the others.

Longxi is about to kill.

A great Confucian came forward and said to the dean in a low voice: "Principal, Chu He is a disciple of Longxi. If Longxi is allowed to vent his anger, something serious may happen."

The dean snorted coldly, his words were full of anger.

"So what if I let him kill? If there is no war for a hundred years, the disciples of the academy may forget how to kill the enemy."

"Let him see the blood today, and let him know that even if our academy doesn't fight, it's not up to him!"

Everyone was silent and said nothing more.

Everyone knows who the dean is referring to.

After a while, the venue was cleaned up, and Ouyang Hong brought the rest of the academy disciples to the front of the great scholars.

With a plop, Ouyang Hong knelt down on the ground, then bowed three times and kowtowed nine times, and the disciples of the academy behind him did the same.

"Ouyang Hong, a disciple of the academy, failed to protect his classmates, please punish him, teachers!"

"Teachers, please punish!"

The rest of the disciples shouted in unison.

The dean sighed and asked in a low voice, "How many people were killed or injured?"

Ouyang Hong remained silent, while Li Jie raised his head, his eyes were full of sadness, and said in pain, "There were twenty-two disciples from the inner courtyard of the academy, but now there are only eighteen left, and three of them died."

A group of great Confucian scholars could not bear it when they heard this.

The dean asked in a cold voice: "There are eighteen people left in the twenty-two people, and there is one more person?"

"There is one more person..." Li Jie gritted her teeth and said in pain, "There is another person, Chu He, who fell into ghost cultivation."

All the Confucian scholars already knew about this matter, and upon hearing this, they just sighed.

Just suddenly, a firm voice suddenly sounded.

"No, he didn't fall into ghost cultivation."