I run a funeral home, I don't know how to teach people how to slay demons

"roar!!!"

The hellhound raised its head and howled wildly, the hot temperature almost bursting him. In the next second, it would drag these annoying freshmen along with it to be buried with it!

"Xiao Hei! Calm down."

A lazy voice sounded out of thin air.

No one saw clearly when the man appeared. All they knew was that he pressed the Cerberus's head with one hand, suppressing the violent energy in an instant.

Before Guan Shan could even take a few steps back, he felt that the hellhound had stopped, and a slight chill arose in his heart.

After a while, I was afraid.

"Xiao Hei, the time has come, your mission is completed." The man pointed to the big screen behind him, and the countdown had changed to [0:00] at some point.

The Cerberus whimpered aggrievedly, looking at the broken neck covered with ice for a while, and then looking at the man with tears in his eyes, as if to say.

Look, look!

Look what they did to me!

"Don't be afraid of that old face. You just lost your head. It will grow back naturally when you make a breakthrough. It's not a big deal, and you won't end up seeking death." The man touched the Cerberus's head and turned around gracefully.

A white robe fluttered like flowing clouds, and the skirts swayed gently with his steps, which really gave him an air of immortality.

"The welcome party for the 197th class of freshmen has concluded successfully. I am your class teacher, Li Yunxuan."

"In the next four years, if you don't die midway, I will stay with you."

Li Yunxuan put one hand behind his back, and the clothes on his body moved automatically without any wind, and he struck a pose that he thought was handsome.

Guan Shan and others looked at each other, why was this man speaking with his back to them...

"In this entrance examination, you will get 1 point of military merit for each ghoul you kill. The battles at the welcome meeting will also give you corresponding rewards in proportion to your efforts. For specific numbers, you can check the military school APP."

Li Yunxuan crossed his hands in front of him and changed his position in the direction of the reporter, without even looking at the students the whole time.

"Ding Dong" "Ding Dong"

The mobile phones of Guan Shan and others were all damaged during the battle, and only Liang Yuxin and Yang Chao were able to receive the news at this moment.

Liang Yuxin looked at the military merit details. She had gained 10 military merit points in the battle just now, plus the ghouls killed on the way, for a total of 15 points.

But she glanced at Yang Chao's cell phone and saw that he had actually obtained 30 military merit points in the battle, second only to Guan Shan's 50. She felt unhappy on the spot.

I seriously suspect there is a shady secret here!

"No, it doesn't matter if he is first on the list, it should be him. Why can the pretty boy be ranked second? Wasn't he paddling the whole time?"

"Your Falcon is very interesting. Is it the latest model from [The Bureau of Creation]? It can even absorb the pressure of fourth-level monsters. I'm afraid it's not cheap, right?"

Li Yunxuan answered the question, but still did not look back, but just changed his posture again.

The reporters were also very considerate and took pictures non-stop.

"Teacher's insight, it is indeed a new product of the Bureau of Creation, and it has not been launched yet. Jubao Pavilion has spent a lot of money on research funding, so I was allowed to experience it in advance."

Yang Chao nodded slightly, and although the teacher couldn't see it, he still answered honestly with his hands in hand.

Li Yunxuan didn't speak, and kept posing for a long time, then turned around and said, "Any more questions?"

Liang Yuxin snorted, but said nothing more.

She did feel a little strange just now, why the Cerberus didn't use coercion to restrict everyone's movements during the battle. It turned out that it wasn't that it couldn't be distracted, but that kid Yang Chao was responsible.

"Okay, let's wait until you enroll in school to talk about anything else. Today's opportunity is very rare. Come here, let's take a photo together and smile pretty. Your faces will be all over the media today. Headlines.”

Li Yunxuan waved his hand to call everyone over and stared at Guan Shan strangely, "Why do you look so ugly? Were you injured just now?"

Guan Shan's body was light and he stumbled to the ground, his consciousness gradually losing consciousness.

When he was dying, he tremblingly said, "Don't...don't be in a hurry...dig a hole..."

No one quite understood what he meant, and they all turned to Liang Yuxin.

Liang Yuxin shrugged and spread her hands, indicating that she didn't understand either.

Qiao Xiaohui originally wanted to give Guan Shan two sap shots while he was unconscious, but found that something seemed not right...

"Teacher! Teacher! Guan Shan is out of breath and his heartbeat is gone. He seems..."

"Dead..."

Li Yunxuan's eyes almost flew out of their sockets, and he rushed over in three steps at a time.

"Stop shooting! Stop shooting!"

"I'm talking about you! You're still filming!"

Li Yunxuan waved his arms to prevent reporters from filming, and directed the freshmen to surround Guan Shan's "body".

The scene became chaotic for a while.

In the corner where no one cared, a figure slowly emerged and returned to the audience.

...

The welcome ceremony for the 197th class of freshmen of the Demon Slayer Military Academy came to an end.

Lu Changsheng didn't look at how they dealt with Gou Shengzi in the end. Anyway, Gou Shengzi's Rage of Revenge was already at level 3 and he would wake up soon. Even if he was buried, he would most likely be able to break out of the ground on his own.

At the moment, he is packing up the moved furniture in the new store. In order to rush to watch the welcome ceremony of Gou Shengzi, many things have not been packed yet.

"Jia'er, have you kept the letter of introduction that Principal He wrote to you? You'll need it when Master takes you to enroll tomorrow."

"Come to think of it, Principal He is a really good person. Remember to visit him when you return to Lincheng."

Lu Changsheng asked without raising his head.

"Master, keep it. This urn seems to have been damaged during transportation. It feels like it's going to fall apart. Do you still want it?"

Gu Jia asked uncertainly, holding a tattered urn.

"It was originally like that. Throw it away. Master will bring in a new batch in a few days. We are rich now, and those old actors should retire."

"By the way, did you say goodbye to your classmates when you transferred to another school?"

Lu Changsheng took the "old actors" off the stand one by one, carefully wrapped them up, and prepared to keep them.

"Yes, I did." Gu Jia handed the packaging bag to the master, "Zhao Chuan told me that he will be my younger brother for life. Good brothers, see you in the rivers and lakes."

"Yes, I know this. Being brothers is in the heart. If something happens, the phone can't be reached." Lu Changsheng smiled, "Anything else?"

"And Deng Lingling, she told me the most, but I don't quite understand what she meant." Gu Jia stopped the work in her hands, thought for a while, and recalled.

"What about the three-year agreement, thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don't bully the poor young people, etc..."

"Yes, I know this too. The latter is don't bully the poor middle-aged, don't bully the poor old, and finally the dead are the greatest."

Lu Changsheng carefully packed the "old actors" and carefully picked them up and walked to the warehouse.

"Master, is this diary yours?" Gu Jia found a pile of diaries in a bulging body bag and shouted to the master's back.

"Who writes a diary?" Lu Changsheng's casual voice floated from the warehouse.

Gu Jia wanted to throw the diary into the trash bag, but when she flipped through it, a paragraph of text caught her attention.

February 18

Today, I dreamed of the black hole again.

It was so dark and cold.

But it was so familiar...

I think I am sick. Let Dr. Niu at the entrance of the village see me tomorrow. Otherwise, I will be worried every time I go to bed, which is not a solution...