I Can Absorb Spiritual Contamination

　　 The autumn wind is rolling, calm and calm.

　　 only heard the footsteps of two security guards kicking.

　　Only the dim street lights are left on the campus, dappled with light under the bushes, illuminating the way forward for them.

　　 "Old Chen, do you see any light?" One of the security guards seemed to have discovered something.

　　 "Where?" The man surnamed Chen rubbed his eyes.

　　 "On the art building, on the fourth floor, that location is the music classroom."

　　 He flashed a flashlight and took photos from a distance.

　　 "No." The man surnamed Chen looked at it, "Is the corridor light broken, or let's go and check it out."

　　 "Hey, go and take a look, lest any rascals are making trouble."

　　 As soon as his voice fell, a draught wind blew from behind, making the two of them tremble with cold.

　　 "I don't think we should go. At this time, we should go back to the security room. What do you think?" The man surnamed Chen changed his words.

　　 There are hot tea, snacks, various interesting magazines and newspapers.

　　The other security guard gasped and nodded:

　　 "I think so. It should be that the corridor lights are broken, and the sound control lights are like this."

　　 "Then the patrol tonight will end here."

　　 The two people have worked together for many years, and they have a tacit understanding. They hit it off and immediately corrected their directions and walked to the security room at the school gate.

　　 The man surnamed Chen is holding the patrol record book in his hand. These are several places that need to be checked every night on patrol.

　　 The above columns have key patrol locations, records, and inspection results.

　　...Teaching building: no one is staying; the facilities are normal;

　　...Laboratory building: one person works overtime; facilities are normal;

　　...Art Building: no one stays; the corridor light bulb is abnormal;

　　...Library: No one is staying; the side door is not closed, the person in charge is Zhang Li;

　　……

　　 "I have searched the library and there is no ghost of this nerd, shouldn't it, didn't Xu Yan say that he usually has the classroom, library, and bedroom three o'clock line?"

　　 "According to the concept of the earth-bound spirit, where should the promised ghost appear most? The place where he has a lot of emotions is not the library?"

　　 "Jin Qingxi said that he admired me most, could he be tied to the laboratory building?"

　　 "Hey, who shut my door."

　　 After the library, Xie Yao walked out with some confusion, and this time closed the door.

　　 Of course, he has used the potion talent to perceive, and confirmed that there are no traces of spiritual touch on the door.

　　 After returning from Xu Yan's house, Xie Yao went straight to the school, unwilling to relax any opportunity to collect the main ingredients of his own potion.

　　 But now, the original idea is a little shaken.

　　I will never promise to die so strangely, can I still become a ghost?

　　 The director summoned so many people to study the bones of the dead driver. Obviously, the matter was not trivial.

　　 I have been tossing for so long, but I still haven't found any clues, Xie Yao is also a little uncertain.

　　 "Identify his dormitory again. If it is not there, then you can only make another plan. First prepare the auxiliary materials, plan the main materials slowly, and maybe you have to entrust others to help find it."

　　 Anding City is such a big city, just find a ghost, there is always a way.

　　 After all, I have been waiting for so long, and I must be calm and not anxious.

　　 Xie Yao had a scrupulous mind, so he planned to visit the boys' bedroom at night.

　　As a potion teacher, he doesn't have the task of checking the bedtime of the head teacher. It seems that he needs to care more about his students this time.

　　 At this moment, in the corner of his eye, a sudden flash of light caught his attention.

　　 There is an art building.

　　 The bright light is just like fireflies that occasionally appear in the summer night, insignificant.

　　 Xie Yao did not, like the previous security guards, thought it was a malfunction of the voice-activated light, and was forced by the cold night to ignore it.

　　 Because the light briefly illuminates a window with a figure on it.

　　 The distance is not far, about a hundred meters, and at the speed of Xie Yao, he quickly got into the building.

The structure of the 　　 Art Building is like a huge, three-dimensional key. The rounded part is the music classroom, one on each floor, and there are four in total.

Snapped! Snapped!

　　 After Xie Yao clapped his hands vigorously, the lights in the corridor lit up unwillingly, emitting a cold white light.

The door of the 　　 music classroom was hidden, and there was an old-fashioned bell hanging not far away. It was already more than two o'clock in the morning, but it was still pointing at twelve o'clock, and it rattled.

　　 Squeak!

　　 The door was suddenly pushed open by the wind, making a harsh noise. The inside was pitch black, and it looked like a grinning mouth.

　　 "Hehehehehehe." There was a burst of laughter in the corridor.

　　 Xieyao turned his head vigilantly, scanned the surroundings, and found nothing, she couldn't help but frown.

　　 Don't tell me, I don't care if I can see it, now I can't see anything, I can only hear the sound, which is very scary.

　　 There are two possibilities.

　　 In the first type, the opponent is far away, separated by a wall, Xie Yao can see the spirit body, but has no ability to see through;

　　 In the second type, the other party is a tape recorder.

　　 No matter what the situation is, it will not affect him much, so after eliminating the initial threat from the outside, Xie Yao moved his muscles and bones and walked directly in from the door.

　　According to the original idea, Xie Yao wanted to enter through the window.

　　 This way, things inside can jump unexpectedly.

　　 But now the golden eggs in the brain are still cooling, and the "root cause" cannot be absorbed yet, then there is no need to go through the window.

　　 After all, the root cause cannot be preserved, and it will disappear if it is not absorbed for an instant after it appears.

　　 "Squeak——"

　　 As soon as Xie Yao stepped into the classroom, the door behind him screamed, like being blown by the wind, he immediately closed himself.

　　 But Xie Yao didn't give it this chance and slapped it with a backhand.

boom!

　　 The two wooden doors failed to survive the palm of the hand, they broke into several pieces, and smashed out more than ten meters in the corridor.

　　 The scream stopped abruptly.

　　 The whole classroom became deadly silent.

　　 Xie Yao slightly used his talents, tried to distinguish, and immediately saw the scene in the classroom.

　　 A mess, tables and chairs are everywhere, and there is a lot of blood.

　　 The figure on the window, Xie Yao saw that it was a boy with sparse hair, nailed there in the shape of "big", his hands and feet were broken, his head was drooping; his spiritual body was broken, and he was obviously dead enough to die;

　　 Besides, there was a crack in the grand piano worth more than 50,000 yuan next to the podium, and this expensive instrument also suffered heavy losses.

　　 Next to the piano, stood a tall boy.

　　 He turned his back to Xie Yao, his body swayed slightly, and his speech was extremely fast, as if he was whispering.

　　 "叽里叽叽後說誠負寛......"

　　 Xie Yao couldn't hear clearly. He glanced at the center of the room and found a mirror, a half-burned candle, and a small bowl on the floor.

　　 "It's like a spiritual calling ceremony."

　　 is similar to the pen fairy?

　　 Xie Yao also heard some weird talks passed on by the students in the school.

　　 But this kind of game shouldn't really lead to ghosts, otherwise the Office of Academic Affairs would have banned it.

　　 Something went wrong...

Xie Yao walked over, turned to a piece of paper under a chair, and wrote a series of incantations on it. The beginning of UU Reading www.uukanshu.com was "xx in the void, **** in the **** classroom, you are the incarnation of xx. ..."

　　 Xie Yao rolled his eyes and dropped the note.

　　 A lot of places are broken, it is impossible to tell, only the prayers of the sacrifice ceremony can be guessed.

　　 is just a spell from this group of students?

　　 Xie Yao picked up the bowl, sniffed, and smelled a residual stench.

　　 "Well, this is the potion of the face-holding spider, right? It should be the residue, otherwise the students will not be able to reach it."

　　 Xie Yao probably guessed what was going on, so he put down the bowl, picked up a blood-stained broom from the ground, and poked the back who had been talking about it: "Classmate? Are you alive?"

　　 The boy's body was staggered, and his body was inclined at a forty-degree angle, but he straightened his body quickly like a puppet.

　　 Xie Yao recognized the identity of this student and knew that his name was Wang Zhi. He had excellent results in this body surgery. I have seen this person's winning photos on some campus style billboards.

　　 Wang Zhi turned around and kept talking, eyes closed.

　　 "Eleven equals ten plus ten..."

　　 "Eleven equals ten plus ten..."

　　 This time Xie Yao heard clearly, he was a little surprised by Wang Zhi's math teacher's level.

　　 How is this calculated?

　　 At this time, Wang Zhi opened his eyes, his pupils disappeared, and the whites of his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, showing a **** "ten".

　　 "Eleven equals ten plus ten! Eleven equals ten plus ten!"

　　 His voice suddenly became mad, and he kept repeating these words, his voice seemed to possess a strange magic power, which seemed to make Xie Yao fall asleep.

　　 Xie Yao was startled, and suddenly became energetic.

　　 This is a bit unexpected. The monster that this person has just mutated into actually makes a mental attack directly with a voice.