When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

When approaching the school gate, Su Yuan saw a familiar figure from a distance.

Zhang Yang held an umbrella in one hand and dragged a huge urea bag behind him.

Su Yuan pulled Song Xiaoxia up and quickly chased after him, shouting: "Zhang Yang!"

Zhang Yang turned around when he heard the shout, and his eyes lit up when he saw the two people: "Su Yuan, Song Xiaoxia, come and help!"

Su Yuan walked to his side. He remembered that Zhang Yang went to find his third uncle to catch ghosts.

But now he was the only one looking around. Su Yuan frowned and glanced at the urea bag on his back: "Where is your third uncle? Did he ask you to put it in the bag?"

"Don't mention it." Zhang Yang said: "My third uncle said he had food poisoning and couldn't come."

Song Xiaoxia didn't have any expectations for his third uncle. "Could he have heard that there was a real ghost, so he was scared away..."

Zhang Yang smiled awkwardly. He himself was not sure: "It should be... It shouldn't be."

Anyway, the paleness on his third uncle's face could not be faked. As for whether it was really food poisoning or he was scared, it was unknown.

Seeing the disappointment on the faces of the two people, Zhang Yang immediately patted the urea bag behind him: "Although my third uncle didn't come, I took a lot of magic tools for exorcism from him!"

"Magic tools?"

Zhang Yang untied the rope wrapped around the urea bag and opened the bag.

Su Yuan thought he would take out some awesome and golden magic tools.

Unexpectedly...

Zhang Yang took out a 1500ml bottle of Nongfu Spring from the urea bag and handed it to Su Yuan.

Su Yuan took the bottle and looked at the orange-yellow bubbling liquid inside, frowning, "What is this?"

"Boy's urine!" Zhang Yang said proudly.

"Pah-"

Su Yuan's hand slipped and the bottle fell.

"Fuck!" Zhang Yang exclaimed, and hurriedly bent down to pick it up, examining the bottle as if it were a treasure.

"Can you be more careful? You don't know how much effort I put into getting so much."

Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the treasure was fine: "Fortunately the bottle is strong."

Song Xiaoxia retreated five meters away and covered her nose with her hands in disgust: "What's the use of this?"

Su Yuan frowned and reached out to rub Zhang Yang's clothes hard: "Is this yours or your uncle's? I'm a little angry looking at it."

"Go to hell!" Zhang Yang shook off Su Yuan's hand: "I asked the children nearby to get it, and it took a lot of effort."

Then, he began to answer Song Xiaoxia: "My uncle said that boy's urine has strong yang energy, and it is generally used to eliminate evil spirits and stabilize the house. It has the effect of restraining evil spirits... Isn't it often used in movies?"

Song Xiaoxia's face was full of disbelief.

Zhang Yang continued to take things out of the bag while explaining.

"This is black dog blood."

"Glutinous rice."

"A Pixiu made of peach wood."

"And..."

He took out all the familiar things that could restrain evil spirits in folk legends.

Finally, he took out a bunch of yellow talisman paper, "This is the fire talisman, evil spirit talisman, and forbidden spell talisman drawn by my third uncle. They are usually sold at sky-high prices, but I got them at wholesale prices today."

"That's it?" Su Yuan looked a little disappointed.

"What else do you want?" Zhang Yang said, "The Hun Tian Ling and the Qian Kun Circle? You can't catch ghosts with those things, you have to pull out the dragon tendons, stop talking nonsense, come and help me move."

Su Yuan and Song Xiaoxia looked at each other and nodded helplessly.

In this situation, it's better to have it than not.

Su Yuan and Zhang Yang each lifted one end of the urea bag, Song Xiaoxia helped the two hold an umbrella, and the three of them walked slowly towards the school together.

When they arrived at the classroom, it was less than five minutes before class.

The three of them walked into the classroom, and Zhou Yulong immediately came up: "Su Yuan, how are you?"

Su Yuan knew that he was asking about the visit to Mao Houwang's house, and shook his head and said: "Nothing was gained."

It's not that he didn't want to say it.

It's just that the atmosphere in the classroom was too depressing, and speaking out would only cause panic.

"Is that so..." Zhou Yulong looked very disappointed: "We are almost the same. Although the police didn't drive us out for the sake of Yin Hong's relatives, I feel that they don't take it to heart, and even think we are mentally ill..."

"Normal." Su Yuan was not surprised: "If I were in your place, I would also think you are mentally ill."

The country has an agency specializing in handling supernatural events, which is itself an assumption.

Even if there is really such a thing, the police should be unaware of it like ordinary people.

Because people who know about the supernatural are likely to be involved in it.

I just hope they can record and report the situation here......

Compared to Su Yuan and Zhou Yulong's group, the students were more looking forward to Zhang Yang.

After all, the name of the descendant of the Heavenly Master is still very famous!

A large group of people gathered in front of Zhang Yang's desk, vying to see the magic weapon in his urea bag.

Lin Yuan held a Pixiu made of peach wood in his hand, held it in front of his eyes, and looked at it attentively under the light above his head: "Is this a lion?"

"Fool, you." Qi Yinhong snatched it away: "This is a Pixiu! It is specially used to defeat evil spirits. It should be made of peach wood. I have seen it in the Taoist temple."

"Is this bucket of red blood black dog blood? I have seen it in the movie. When you throw it on those evil spirits, they will sizzle and smoke."

"The same is true for glutinous rice. Sprinkle it on the ground and the evil spirits can't get close."

And Zhang Yang himself stood in the middle of the crowd, proudly showing everyone the bottle of steaming boy's urine.

Before today, no one in the class would believe in these weird things.

Even if they talked about these, they would only be laughed at for feudal superstition.

But now, everyone unanimously agreed with Zhang Yang's "magic weapon for exorcism".

It should be said that there is some psychological comfort in it.

Of course.

There are always exceptions.

Ye Haoyu frowned and looked at the stack of yellow talisman paper in his hand, and then threw it back into the urea bag with disdain: "This is a wholesale of 100 pieces for 5 yuan."

At this time, the class bell rang.

Everyone hurried back to their seats and sat down, staring at the blackboard without blinking.

As a result, after sitting quietly for more than ten minutes, there was no abnormality on the blackboard.

The classmate named Wu Wentao said in surprise: "Is my prayer fulfilled? The blood word will not appear again?"

Others are not as optimistic as he is.

"It shouldn't be that fast." Zhou Yulong said, "The bloody words seemed to appear in the last class yesterday, right?"

"Yes!" A classmate responded, "And I remember that the class ended immediately after the test."

Zhou Yulong folded his arms and nodded, "Then it should be about the same today..."

"Then are we just going to sit and wait until the last class?" Zhou Chang asked with a pale face.

The classmate named Tian Yu sneered, "Do you have any better ideas?"

Zhou Chang shook his head in silence.

"Then wait." Tian Yu folded his arms and said, "Or...if you are still in the mood, you can also play Go on your phone like usual."