Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

[, why does it sound so terrifying

?] [Midnight ghost drawing talismans?] [

I just got up and burned all my son's homework, I'm really afraid that he will also get up in the middle of the night.

[Upstairs, you're so ruthless, your son is estimated to be beaten by the teacher tomorrow!]

...

Hongyi sounded a little strange, it stands to reason that ghosts are all for the purpose of harming people, and they have been controlling a child to draw in the middle of the night

? What kind of trouble is this?

Several people quietly came upstairs.

Hongyi entered the door and looked around the house environment and layout.

It looks like an ordinary old house, and the decoration has been around for some years, but it is very clean.

At this time, a middle-aged man cautiously walked out of a bedroom.

Wang Ying hurriedly whispered, "Are you asleep?"

The man nodded, and then said to Hongyi: "Master, I'm your fan!" As he spoke, he took out a notebook, took out a pen, and said a little shyly: "Master, can you sign for me?"

The sailors suddenly admired:

[Look, this is a real fan, no matter how big the matter is

, it is not important to sign!] [It is not easy for this child to live until now, the mother does not agree with the soles of the shoes, and the father signs before the event. [

Hahaha, why do I want to laugh so much!]

Hongyi couldn't help it, took a pen and spent a few strokes randomly, and asked, "Has this kid started drawing?"

Wang Ying pointed to the clock on the wall at this time and said: "There are 5 minutes until 1 o'clock, and it starts at 1 o'clock every night."

Several people sat on the sofa, Hongyi didn't finish a glass of water, and heard a slight sound from the bedroom next to him.

At this time, the middle-aged couple both had pale faces, and their voices trembled slightly: "Master, here, it's started!" At this time

, Hongyi quietly opened the door, and sure enough, he saw a child lying upright on the writing desk, burying his head in writing.

On the child's back, a black shadow was lying on it, constantly pointing at the homework book on the table.

Hongyi turned on the Heavenly Eye Vision, and in an instant, the little ghost began to slowly act.

Dressed in a bloodstained school uniform, his head seemed to have been smashed by a heavy object, red and white things flowed sideways, and his whole body was black and gray, and at this time he was intimately hugging Wang Ying's son, with his head on his shoulder.

As if sensing someone coming in, the little ghost turned his head and smiled at Han Yi.

The middle-aged couple instinctively wanted to shout, but Hongyi waved to stop them, so they could only keep swinging their legs.

Han Xiaomei was very calm, except for a slight shock, she didn't want to shout like before.

No way, I've seen too much. Get used to it.

But the water friends in the live broadcast room still reacted very violently:

[I'm a good girl...

] [There is really a ghost in this child!] [

How do I think this school uniform is so familiar, my son seems to be like this school uniform.

[That's right, so is my daughter!]

[The old man has been showing people the murderous house all the year round, and the old man dares to assert that this child ghost should have lived here once. [

I'm rubbing, has anyone ever died in this house?]

Hongyi came to the writing desk with a calm face: "Children, what are you writing?" said and pulled out the homework book, it was indeed full of ghost drawings, and the ghost knew what was written.

Tear them all apart.

The little ghost suddenly gritted his teeth, his eyes widened and he looked at Hongyi fiercely.

Ahh

At this time, Hongyi lifted Wang Ying's son with one hand and threw him on the bed, and pressed the little ghost in front of the desk.

Under the eyes of the sky, the data of the little ghost also emerged.

Student ghost: Because there were too many homework papers, I worked overtime late at night to write until dawn in the early morning, and found that I had written less than half of it, so I couldn't bear it anymore and committed suicide by jumping off the building.

Danger Level: D

Fear Value: 3000

Characteristics: I hated doing homework the most before I was alive, but because I didn't finish my homework, I was obsessed with it very deeply, and I couldn't get rid of it, and I controlled others to help me do my homework every night until I died.

"Shhh

The Huaxia homework is so terrifying that it can't be done overnight.

And the most terrifying thing is that you control other people's homework, so what about other people's homework?

Okay!

Today, the poor monk meets your demands.

Hongyi moved a stool from the side, then pulled out a stack of test papers from the drawer and placed them in front of the student ghost.

"Come on!"

saw that the student ghost did not move for a long time.

Huh....

Don't believe in the strength of the poor monk?"

Hongyi turned his head to Wang Ying and his wife.

And the student ghost in the chair kept twisting his body, baring his teeth and grinning.

However, this stinky monk didn't know what method he used, and the hand pressing on his body kept sending streams of hot aura, constantly corroding his own strength, and he couldn't break free at all.

Not much.

The rope and tacks were found.

Hongyi took the rope, spread it flat on the bed, waved one hand, and softly recited the opening words in his mouth.

That's right, he's going to give the rope a light.

The same goes for tacks.

After all the work is ready.

Hongyi folded the rope in half and wrapped one end around the student's neck twice.

"Ahem..."

"Well, it's a little tight?" Hearing the little ghost coughing, Hongyi loosened his hand.

Stand on the bed and secure the rope to the roof lampholder.

Bed.

Attach a couple of tacks to the back of the chair at the root.

Only then did he say to the student ghost with satisfaction: "It's a bit like this, let's start studying! finish these papers tonight... I can't finish it, I'll burn it to you tomorrow morning, and I'll do it again when I go to the West Heaven!" The

student ghost looked at the thick few book-high test papers in front of him, and was a little frightened.

I can't finish this

next year!

The neck is tightly fastened by a rope, and there is a tack on the back.

Woooooooo

This monk is not human, and the teacher is not so ruthless!

"Don't you start yet?" Hongyi's face sank, and he said

, "Poor monk, this is for your good."

You see, you write a little more tonight, tomorrow....

Tomorrow the poor monk will add a little more to you, and so much more.

Isn't it fun?"

the student couldn't help it, so he pulled out a scroll and began to prepare to write.

The

devil's voice rang out again.

"Xiaomei, come over too, one paper is done, you check it, if there are more than 10 wrong questions, just add one more and start anew!"

The

student kept writing the question with tears in his eyes.

And in the live broadcast room, the gifts are endless.

[, what kind of fairy operation is this?]

[I'll add a little bit to you when I'm done... The scariest sentence of the year, there is not one.

[As a teacher, I can't listen to it anymore!]

[The real head cantilever cone stabbing strand... I learned it, and I will use it for my son when I go back, and change the lampholder tomorrow.

[Fortunately, the master is not a teacher, it's scary to think about...]

[Damn, is it easy for me to be a student?].