Supernatural: A poor monk becomes stronger after crossing ghosts

Hongyi's group of people swept around one classroom after another.

Most of the students are still very cooperative, of course, a very small number of are still willing to go to the summer camp to have fun after some persuasion by Hongyi.

After sweeping the entire teaching building, Hongyi not only harvested a lot of excess value, but also harvested countless learning utensils.

A number of ballpoint pens... There are a few books....

The most surprising thing was that there was a diary.

"The Headmaster's Secret!" Hongyi

couldn't help but glance at it.

"On May 21st, it was dark.

"After class today, when I passed by the principal's studio, I heard the sound of beating people coming from inside, as if there were screams of pain.

"To figure out what was going on, I sneaked up the window and looked in. At that time, I was scared to death, but I didn't expect the principal to beat a teacher, her clothes were all knocked off, the young female teacher's pants were knocked off, her high heels were also off, and she was being pressed by the principal on the table and slammed hard.

"I was very scared, I wanted to save the teacher, but I was afraid that I was not the opponent of the principal, after all, the principal was a famous ghost king, and there was no way, so I had to continue to observe the development of the situation. "

I didn't expect the principal to be so cruel, and suddenly the female teacher shouted, 'I'm going to die!' and lay motionless on the table.

"I was so scared that I ran away!"

"I just didn't expect that the next night, when it was time for class again, the school bulletin board was pasted with a photo of the female teacher, which said that the female teacher had been promoted to the head of education.

"I think this is what teachers often say: If you don't die in a big disaster, you will have a blessing!" Hongyi

was full of emotion after reading this diary, he was really a pure student ghost.

Not like the two in the grove.

See, that's what a student should look like.

However, the principal didn't kill you, it's really fate!

Hongyi's group of people rushed to open the door of the principal's office, but there was not even a ghost hair inside.

Everyone walked around and around, and finally heard a trace of unusual singing outside a door in the far corner of the first floor.

Wait for Hongyi to cautiously walk into the door.

The door was only lightly closed, not tightly closed.

"I kissed your face, your legs were on my shoulders

..."Hongyi: "..."

This headmaster seems to be very good at catching up with the trend!

A heavy smell of blood poured out.

The whole room was littered with easels.

A middle-aged man stood in the middle of the studio covered in blood, his hands busy.

"Hehe... Hehehe... Hey, hey, hey..."

A strange laugh came out of the man's mouth, as if he was crazy.

Hongyi and the others stood at the door, unable to see the man's appearance clearly, and the middle-aged man seemed to be very focused.

Someone came in, and they didn't even notice it.

"It's perfect

!" "Look at this skin

!" "Isn't it just right to use as a canvas!" The

middle-aged man slowly lifted a canvas with blood in front of him.

Hongyi and the others took a closer look.

I was taken aback.

What kind of canvas is this, it is a bloody human skin.

"Boom... Find a place to sit!"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man turned his head to Hongyi and the others standing at the door with a grim smile, and pointed to a few wooden benches next to him with blood.

"Wait, okay?"

"Wait until I'm done..."

, he spread out the human skin on the easel, and his fingers lightly ran over the human skin, as if looking at a work of art.

At this time, several people in the Psychic Bureau couldn't help but tremble all over.

Qin Lan gently grabbed the back of Hongyi's robe.

It's really a weird sight in front of me.

He even painted on human skin.

I didn't expect the Ghost King to be so ferocious!

Moreover, the walls of the entire studio were covered with all kinds of picture scrolls, could it be that they were all human skins.

Thinking of this, Qin Lan couldn't help but tremble even more.

The Ghost King pulled out a lump of flesh from a nearby dye bucket with both hands and smeared it straight on the canvas.

Seeing

this scene, everyone couldn't help but bend over and vomit wildly.

"Amitabha!" Hongyi patted Qin Lan's hands and walked to the canvas with a pale face.

"The donor... Poor monk..."

"Shhh

At this point, pieces of flesh slipped down.

A beautiful picture appeared on the canvas of human skin.

A beautiful face leaps out of the picture.

Hongyi looked at it, and the woman in the picture scroll seemed to feel something, and blinked her eyes as if she was spiritual.

It's just that the woman's expression is sad.

It seems that there is endless sorrow.

"How's it going?"

"How is this king's painting?Isn't it beautiful

?" "Beauty, can you peel it again tomorrow?"

"What a work of art

!" Hongyi will see it, this ghost king is definitely a psychopath

! I didn't expect to become a ghost and have an abnormal brain

! "Amitabha! Donor, this painting is really good!" Hongyi picked up the easel with one hand and slapped it the ghost king's head.

"Fuck, the poor monk is definitely going to peel you off today

!" "Psycho is going to see

you!" "I'm so angry

!" "CNMD!"

The Ghost King seemed a little confused.

Unexpectedly, the monk in front of him suddenly became so irritable, and he was a little stunned for a while.

The more Hongyi fought, the more angry he became!

The spiritual power of his whole body didn't need money, and he smashed all his brains towards the Ghost King.

Qin Lan will look at the rampaging Hongyi with stars in his eyes.

I have never seen this monk lose his temper so much.

And....

It's too MAN when you lose your temper, it's too manly!

A few minutes later

, "What do you know, this is art, do you understand art?" The Ghost King was lying on the ground weakly at the moment, still shouting.

"Bang!"

Hongyi couldn't help but give him a shot.

"Amitabha, my Buddha is merciful, my disciple has violated the precepts today..."Hongyi clasped his hands together and softly recited the mantra of purifying his heart.

"Donor?

" "Would it be good for the poor monk to draw a picture for you?" "

The poor monk has always been a good talker, saying to peel your skin, and the poor monk will definitely peel your skin." Hongyi opened his backpack and rummaged through it.

Found it!

" The hair on the leg is a little long, the poor monk starts with the ankle first, okay?" Hongyi gently lifted one foot of the Ghost King, gently pointed a large black scissor at the ankle and turned it around from top to bottom, and then carefully cut a hole vertically.

"Hehe... Donor, the skin is quite loose

!" "It doesn't take any effort to uncover

it!" "Donor, don't move

!" "If it is scratched, the poor monk will have to wait for you to recover and peel it again

!" "Come, the next is the stomach!" "

This skin is a little thick! I don't mind if the poor monk brings some meat down, right?"

In the entire studio, only Hongyi kept muttering.

Everyone in the Paranormal Bureau is out!