The Sword Master God's Journey to Face Slapping

This old campus has been closed for a long time, including the teaching building inside. The door at the staircase of this music teaching building is firmly locked. Several people wandered at the door, but they couldn't find a way to open the lock. They couldn't help but look at Chi Zhi.

Chi Zhi nodded, helpless: "Although I can get the key to the school gate, who knows who installed the lock of this teaching building? I don't have the key here."

"Then how should we get in?" Hao Mingjun scratched his head, looking very distressed, "It should be useless on the first floor. We have to go to the piano room where someone committed suicide."

Lu Xiaoqi secretly glanced at Xuan. He knew that if Xuanyuan took action, this small lock would definitely not stop them, but she felt that Xuanyuan didn't seem to take action.

Ah... Actually, she thought about it and felt that this was the case. The host was so powerful, equivalent to a nuclear weapon. Once he took action, no matter what ghosts here, they would all lie down, but if this was the case, what was the point?

Lu Xiaoqi thought that with the host's indifferent and cold personality, he would never intervene and would never let things end so easily.

After thinking hard for a while, they were all at a loss. Finally, the thick-skinned Hao Mingjun suggested to break the lock directly. In his words, the lock had been hanging here for who knows how many years, and it was covered with rust. Maybe it would be easy to break it?

Although the other people thought it was a bit unreliable, they thought about it carefully and it seemed that there was no other good way, so they all agreed that the big and strong Hao Mingjun would take the initiative to break the lock.

Hao Mingjun held the iron lock hard, but no matter what angle he used or how much force he applied, the big iron lock did not move, and there was no sign of distortion or deformation.

Even though the iron lock was covered with rust. But it was definitely not rotten enough to be easily opened. Hao Mingjun stopped sweating after trying for a while, with scratches and rust stains on his hands: "No, I can't open it, it's too strong."

Everyone looked at each other. They were still thinking about getting the approval of the third ghost, but now they found desperately that they didn't even have a way to see the ghost. They had no way to get close to the piano room where someone committed suicide. This, this was really a desperate beginning.

"In fact, we don't have to open this lock. As long as we can get to the second floor, I don't believe there is a lock on the stairs upstairs." Chi Zhijun's eyebrows revealed some thoughts, and the initial laxity and carelessness had long disappeared.

After all, no one wants to joke with their own lives. For people, you can use threats and inducements, but for ghosts... who has experience.

"Then we... climb up the wall?" Su Mengmeng pursed her lips, a little hesitant. It's okay for others, but with her body size, she really can't complete such a difficult task.

Xuan Yuan watched coldly for a while, and saw that a lock had trapped them for a long time, and he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows slightly. According to their speed, they might not be able to leave the campus on the day of the Ghost Festival. Although Xuan Yuan wanted to watch the show, this ending was not what he expected.

Shaking his head slightly, Xuan Yuan's handsome face showed a little helplessness. He didn't want to intervene at first - with his power, if he intervened, it would be too easy to leave the campus, but if so, it would be too meaningless.

"Let me do it." Xuan Yuan said in a clear and light voice, the sound was like broken jade and beads, ice and snow knocking, clear and cold, and the chill was born.

He walked to the iron gate blocked by the big iron lock. His cold phoenix eyes were cold and indifferent, with a little sparkle, obscure and dark, deep and unfathomable. Xuanyuan stretched out his hand, and gently stroked with his slender fingers, and the iron lock that was originally very solid and seemed to be impossible to open was directly "cut" open.

Lu Xiaoqi blinked his eyes, as if he understood something, squeezed forward and stood behind Xuanyuan, blocking the eyes of the people behind him, and smiled with an exaggerated joyful tone: "Cousin, you are so powerful, how did you open the lock?"

With a clang, the iron lock that was cut in half fell directly from the iron gate and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and scattering rust all over the ground.

"Let's go." Without responding to Lu Xiaoqi's question that was obviously used to divert his attention, Xuanyuan turned sideways and looked at others with a light look, his expression was cold and calm, and he had no intention of wasting any more time, let alone explaining how he opened the lock.

Fortunately, Lou Shaojun, the president, was also very prestigious in the eyes of several people. They just thought that he had other means, but did not ask more questions. They just opened the iron gate and started to climb the stairs.

Su Mengmeng said as she walked: "The person who committed suicide seemed to be on the top floor, which is the innermost piano room on the seventh floor. Let's climb up now."

As she spoke, Sun Mengmeng, who was a little bloated, couldn't help but wipe the sweat from her forehead. She had just finished running 10,000 meters and now had to climb the stairs again. It was really hard for a girl like her who was a little chubby.

Really... If she could successfully walk out of this old school building, she should be able to lose several pounds. This is really an unexpected result_

Feng Yamei couldn't help complaining: "We are not participating in a courage test here, this is completely a training." Compared with being tortured by exercise, she would rather be scared by ghosts!

"We are here." Several people finally climbed to the seventh floor with difficulty, and then came to the innermost piano room.

Although they arrived at the place, they hesitated and did not dare to go in. They really could not guess what the ghost's obsession was, nor did they know what they would encounter. They were inevitably hesitant for a while and did not dare to rush in rashly.

"Dangdangdang! Dongdongdong! Doremi, Mifaso! Dongdongdong! Dangdangdang!"

At this moment, a loud and noisy piano sound suddenly came from the piano room. These piano tones were not in tune, and the chaos and noise seemed to be just the noise of people hitting the piano at will, and there was no music at all.

"How, how can I go in?" Hao Mingjun licked his lower lip, with a bit of panic on his wheat-colored face.

Chi Zhi, Meng Yangbo and Yan Xingping looked at each other, and the three of them seemed to have reached a consensus. Finally, Chi Zhi said, "Let's go in. Chen Wenbin seems to have a good personality. He just doesn't like piano. He shouldn't do anything to us."

The three of them are the only ones who know and understand Chen Wenbin. Although Chen Wenbin is a dozen years older than them, they only met him when they were very young and don't remember anything now.

But in their upper-class circle in Yushan City, Chen Wenbin's story has always been a warning to parents who want their children to succeed. It has been circulating, and the three of them have also heard some words.

"Then let's go in." Several people didn't have any opinions at this time. As long as someone made a suggestion, they would instinctively obey. Gul and the others all turned their eyes to Xuanyuan--

This piano room had been sealed long ago because someone committed suicide. They couldn't open the lock on the door, so they could only look at Xuanyuan who had just opened the lock on the iron door at the staircase.

Xuanyuan glanced at the lock on the door with a light look, and with a light stroke of his slender fingers, the door that was originally sealed tightly opened with a click.

"…………" This time, Xuanyuan's actions were seen clearly by everyone, and they looked at him with complicated eyes and a little suspicion. Is this really something that humans can do? President, is he still the president?

Is he possessed by some evil spirit? After all, they don't find anything strange in this campus...

Ignoring everyone's slightly suspicious eyes, Xuanyuan raised his chin slightly in the noisy piano sound, indicating that they could go in, and he walked at the end.

After entering the dusty piano room, everyone saw the piano in the center of the room at a glance. The piano cover was opened, and the black and white keys kept going up and down, making waves of chaotic and noisy piano sounds.

"This is not playing the piano, this is venting..." Yan Xingping whispered. In the chaotic piano sound, several people did not dare to approach the piano that kept making noises, but walked to the desk in the piano room along the corner.

"It's been a long time since I saw a living person." A soft sigh sounded, and a pearly white figure emerged on the piano stool. He faced the crowd sideways, and his slender jade-like hands with distinct knuckles were still on the keys. His gestures were gorgeous and his skills were excellent. He pressed the keys very quickly.

If you ignore the unbearable piano noise, he looks very good when playing the piano. Those slender white fingers really seem to be born for playing the piano.

It's just a pity... Although his hands are very beautiful, it's a pity that Chen Wenbin is born tone-deaf. This, forcing him to learn piano seems a bit too difficult.

"Brother Wenbin, do you still remember us?" Chi Zhi stepped forward and asked cautiously.

After a pause from playing the piano, Chen Wenbin turned his head and looked at Chi Zhi and the other two. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded and smiled gently: "I remember you."

He sighed softly: "I have been trapped in this piano room for twelve years. Apart from talking about the piano to vent, the only thing I can do is to recall the past."

"Well, why did you come here?" Chen Wenbin raised his eyes slightly and glanced at Chi Zhi and the other two. A hint of doubt without sarcasm appeared on his handsome and gentle face. "Do you also want to die? But why choose here?"

Chi Zhi and the other two looked very embarrassed, and even Su Mengmeng and the others looked a little unhappy. Although what Chen Wenbin said was not right, it was not far off. Didn't they come here to die by themselves?

After listening to the slightly awkward confessions of several people, Chen Wenbin looked thoughtful, then smiled slightly: "So, what do you think, do I sound good when I play the piano?"

"If you answer correctly, I will allow you to leave!"