Urban Demon Slayer

Wang Qianchen did hear it.

It’s such a big classroom, and there are no wall panels, glass, etc. to block it. How could you not hear it? When he heard someone talking about him, he instinctively glanced back. Unexpectedly, Nie Rong noticed this glance.

As if he had done something bad and was discovered by someone, Wang Qianchen felt a little guilty and immediately looked at his nose and heart. Unfortunately, there was only an empty notebook on the table, so he took out his mobile phone and read it as if nothing had happened.

The other side.

"How can he hear us from so far away?" The young man expressed disbelief.

Nie Rong stared at Wang Qianchen's back for a while, frowned and said, "I always think this guy is a bit weird. Anyway, be careful and don't speak ill of others behind their backs."

"How can you say bad things about others? This monitor is supposed to be yours -"

"I told you, I don't care if the class is the monitor or not!"

Nie Rong's face darkened, and the group finally fell silent.

But having said that, Nie Rong was also curious, could Wang Qianchen hear them?

Seeing that the man was still looking at his nose and his eyes, as if he didn't know anything, Nie Rong suddenly became interested.

He raised his head and said softly: "Wang Qianchen, I am your father."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qianchen's back suddenly trembled.

"Hey, I'm kidding you, I'm not your father..." Nie Rong said quickly.

Wang Qianchen remained motionless.

"Sure enough, you can hear me... You are really capable of a lot of things!" Nie Rong smiled softly.

Wang Qianchen had no reaction.

"Hehe..." Nie Rong shook his head and ignored the matter, but he also secretly thought about being more careful in the future and not saying bad things behind this guy's back.

Because of the suppression of gravity, everyone's life is not easy. It seems as if there are several people carrying them on their backs at any time, and they are spread over every aspect and every inch of the body, so everyone can stay still in their seats even if they don't move. superior.

There were theoretical classes in the morning and practical classes in the afternoon. The person teaching Wang Qianchen and the others was an old scholar wearing reading glasses. He looked to be at least seventy years old.

say what?

Of course, it talks about the types and habits of each monster, as well as the tactics and methods to restrain them, as well as how teammates should cooperate with each other, how to attack, and how to provide support.

Playing and listening is like explaining the game, very exciting and interesting.

It's just that if you die in the game, you can start over. If you die in the game, you are really dead, and no one can save it.

Because there are many kinds of monsters with different abilities, some of them are covered in this course. Even if the training camp course is over, we may not be able to finish it, so we can only choose some popular and common ones.

"In addition to living monsters, there are also dead monsters, such as swords, guns, swords and halberds, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even spoons, shovels, pillows, and clothes, which may become monsters. Some of them are stained with the blood of capable people and strangers, and some have been around all year round. Listening to scriptures in temples or Taoist temples, some also absorb the spiritual energy of heaven and earth unintentionally. As long as there is a coincidence, it is not surprising that anything can become a demon..."

"Hahaha, Xiaohonglou, this teacher is talking about you!" Banzhuan said in his mind.

"Really? Let me listen! Master, I want to go out!" Mr. Honglou was very curious.

Wang Qianchen looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him, so he reached out and took out a copy of "A Dream of Red Mansions" and placed it on the table.

"Different monsters need to be treated in different ways. For example, book monsters need to be burned with fire.

Soak it in water, or throw it directly into the shredder, and it will be destroyed into ashes..." the old scholar said leisurely.

"Oh, you're so cruel..." After staying with Ban Zhuan for a long time, Mr. Honglou also got into the habit of swearing.

"In short, as long as you understand the characteristics of a monster, it is not difficult to deal with it. If the realm is not much different, you can even kill the monster beyond the level. After all, most monsters do not have very high IQs..."

"That's nonsense. Are you going to let him try to kill me?" Ban Zhuan said disdainfully.

"Most of them don't have high IQs? He has never seen me. A monster like me who has read poetry and books, it is a bit difficult for him to deal with me. I have read Sun Tzu's Art of War and Thirty-six Stratagems..." Red Mansion The gentleman even sneered.

The two demons kept chatting in their minds, which annoyed Wang Qianchen. He took Mr. Honglou back again, and the bricks he always carried behind his waist were also put into the Qiankun bag.

"Master, it's so boring in here. There are four idiots here. Can you let me out..." Bizhuan begged pitifully. Without Wang Qianchen doing anything, a burst of "bang bang bang bang" came from the Qiankun bag. the sound of.

There were two big classes in the morning, with a half-hour break in between. The most everyone could do was go to the toilet and then go back to the classroom. No one wanted to move around more.

However, Du Hong and Tan Zuo, two live treasures, came to chat with Wang Qianchen despite the pressure of gravity, and they called it to promote feelings. However, Wang Qianchen was not moved at all. Instead, he complained that the two of them were really full.

"We finally came here, just talk to us for a while..." Du Hong looked like he was constipated. It was really uncomfortable to carry ten times the gravity.

"Yeah, we can just talk about anything. It's really not worth it to go back like this!" Tan Zuo also looked in pain. He wanted to take out the powerful talisman several times, but he held back.

"You two, go away, do you think you don't have to work hard to talk? Please go back quickly, there are practical classes in the afternoon, can you save some energy?" Wang Qianchen held on to the wall, his eyes almost flying to the sky, wishing he could Kick them both away one by one.

In classrooms.

Nie Rong's eyes flashed slightly when he saw Wang Qianchen, who was chatting happily with Du Hong from Putuoshan and Tan Zuo from Maoshan.

"This guy is really not an ordinary person..." Nie Rong murmured.

(End of chapter)