Psychic

Jun Chengzong's voice came out through the miniature microphone pinned to his collar, and instantly spread throughout the lecture hall, suppressing Teacher Mu's aura all at once.

"What are you doing!" Teacher Mu became annoyed when he heard Jun Chengzong say this, and quickly signaled the security teacher beside him to take off the microphone on Jun Chengzong's clothes.

Jun Chengzong didn't dodge, even though the teacher of the security department took off the microphone on his body, but his attitude didn't change at all, he looked directly into Teacher Mu's eyes, and said righteously: "Give me a chance, otherwise it's really hopeless !"

Teacher Mu obviously didn't expect Jun Chengzong to say such a thing at this time, and Bai Lou also stood aside with a face full of horror.

Teacher Mu raised his hand, pointed at Jun Chengzong with trembling fingers, and cursed: "What nonsense are you talking about! Isn't he still standing here alive, if you curse my students again, I will immediately call the police and arrest you!"

Although the quarrel between Jun Chengzong and Mr. Mu on the stage was not amplified through the microphone, it spread throughout the lecture hall. The students who were walking out all turned their eyes back one after another, and even walked to the lecture hall The students outside also probed their brains, wanting to see what happened inside.

The security teachers were also taken aback, turned their heads and immediately began to bombard the students who were waiting to watch the excitement, trying to get rid of them all, after all, the impact of this kind of thing still has to be considered.

"Am I talking nonsense, he knows best," Jun Chengzong tried hard to fight for opportunities for himself, or for Bailou, "Once his spiritual body is on the verge of collapse, the marginal spirits he recruited will take advantage of it This is the most dangerous situation, not only his own safety is threatened, everyone around him may become the victim of that marginal spirit, please give me a chance!"

"You..." Teacher Mu looked at Jun Chengzong's serious expression, his thoughts wavered a little, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

After a few seconds, Teacher Mu calmed down a little, but he still had some scruples about Jun Chengzong: "How can you prove that what you said is true?"

Jun Chengzong took a deep breath and said, "Give me half an hour, if you still think I'm a liar, just call the police."

This time, Teacher Mu was silent for half a minute, and finally looked at Jun Chengzong and said, "I'll give you fifteen minutes." After speaking, he sat down in the first row of the auditorium below. The fire in my heart still hasn't completely subsided.

However, those students who were about to come back to continue watching the excitement were all blocked by the teachers of the security department, and the students in the student union were basically kicked out, only the girl who was the vice chairman of the student union remained in the lecture hall.

Although Bai Lou had no idea, he still breathed a sigh of relief. He really didn't dare to imagine what would happen to him if he really lost the last straw of Jun Chengzong.

He didn't know that if the exorcist did not intervene for the people who were entangled by the edge spirit, the final outcome would not be as simple as death, and some people would even be more uncomfortable than death.

Because Mr. Mu asked the lighting teacher to turn on all the lights in the classroom when Mr. Mu brought people in, so Jun Chengzong said hello to the lighting teacher on the side.

The lighting teacher witnessed the psychic ceremony just now, so he naturally understood what Jun Chengzong needed, and immediately raised his hand to turn off all the lights in the lecture hall.

For a moment, the entire lecture hall was turned into darkness again.

Where did Teacher Mu experience this before? His spirit was shaken, and he was about to curse when he saw Jun Chengzong relighting an oil lamp with purple light on the podium.

"Mr. Mu, what should we do?" A security teacher sat down next to Mr. Mu and whispered to Mr. Mu.

Teacher Mu glanced at Bailou, whose brows on the stage seemed to be entwined with a lot of worries, turned his head and said, "You keep an eye on Jun Chengzong. If there is any danger, catch him immediately and hand him over to the police." Tube.

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Teacher Mu and the others in the audience were all hiding in the darkness, and what they said about Jun Chengzong on the stage couldn't be heard very clearly. Besides, at this moment, all he was thinking about was how to help Bailou solve the problem. The pen fairy is a borderline spirit.

Bai Lou was nervous, and Jun Chengzong was even more nervous than him.

When Jun Chengzong was abroad, he also took over several incidents that dealt with the disturbance of the marginal spirits, but in each incident, Jun Chengzong's work was only to communicate with the disturbed and psychic, and then it was confirmed that the marginal spirits were causing trouble After that, the priests of the diocese will perform the exorcism ceremony.

In other words, although Jun Chengzong was a psychic medium, he had never presided over an exorcism ceremony, and he knew almost nothing about exorcism.

But this time, the matter was urgent, and Jun Chengzong had no chance to find an exorcist he was familiar with to exorcise Bailou, so he had to bite the bullet and do it himself.

But even Jun Chengzong didn't know that in foreign countries, exorcists are a very high-risk industry. Every year, there are hundreds of exorcists who die in exorcism ceremonies...

But even if he knew, so what?

Does he have other options?

Jun Chengzong took out a silver cross that was no longer than the length of a finger from his body, and at the same time drew out a thin thread and handed it to Bailou: "Use this thread to tie the cross to your left ankle."

Bai Lou took the cross, his eyes flickering: "Mr. Jun, are you sure?"

"Is there any other choice?" Jun Chengzong said, taking off the string of dice on his wrist, "If the edge spirit appears in a while, the cross can guarantee that you will not die before me."

Jun Chengzong seemed to be talking about something that had nothing to do with him, and there was no fluctuation in his tone.

Hearing what Jun Chengzong said, he didn't ask any more questions, bowed his head and tied the cross to his ankle as Jun Chengzong said.

Jun Chengzong placed the dice on the table, a total of thirteen finger-sized dice lay quietly on the table. These dice seemed to be made of bones or something. Can feel the cold breath contained in it.

However, Bai Lou was not the only one who saw that all the six sides of the dice were smooth and blank, unlike ordinary dice with dots on them.

In fact, they don't know that Jun Chengzong has another title in the American psychic circle.

"Satan's Gambler."

Psychics in the traditional sense can usually communicate with spirits other than humans directly through their own psychic physique.

But Jun Chengzong did not have this ability. If he wanted to communicate with spirits other than humans, he had to go through some psychic medium.

These thirteen dice are the medium through which he communicates with potential spirits.

Some newspapers in the United States have also reported on Jun Chengzong's affairs, and gave Jun Chengzong a legendary name for his method of using dice to channel spirits.

Touzi asked the sky.

"Are you ready?" Jun Chengzong looked at the Bailou in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "I'm going to try to talk to your edge spirit now."

Bai Lou nodded firmly, but Teacher Mu in the audience was a little puzzled: "What does he mean? Could it be that there is a ghost here?"

Jun Chengzong took a deep breath, closed his eyes slightly, and held the thirteen dice in his hands, as if he was facing the white building, but more like asking something else in the air: "You have come, Is it right?"

Because of the sudden silence in the lecture hall, Jun Chengzong's voice seemed a little vacuous, and Teacher Mu beside him got goosebumps all over his body. There are only a few of them here, so who is he asking this for?

Really ghost?

As soon as the words fell, Jun Chengzong threw the thirteen dice on the table, and the dice collided with each other, making a crisp collision sound, and finally fell on the table in a disorderly manner.

Feeling guilty for a while, Bai Lou couldn't help looking at the dice on the table, but nothing happened on the dice, and the blank dice were still blank, nothing appeared.

What about communication?