Chapter 616

One day, I saw the headmaster of North Middle School and received a strange anonymous letter.

"We are the curse of seeing the north at night. If you don't plan to continue to hide the things about class three for three years and end the year in this way, all the surviving students in your class will die soon."

Originally, the headmaster didn't believe these things until the next day, he received the death information of Watanabe and shiuma little lily who were hospitalized. The cause of death was accidental death. Let the headmaster know that the other party didn't joke about it.

This curse is true, really controlled.

The headmaster quickly told the rest of the family the information. I hope everyone will spend the year quietly. Enough people have died this year.

Wait until the second semester, the remaining students look at their classmates around, and a sad feeling arises spontaneously.

"Everyone, I regret to tell you that wuchou, who originally planned to come back as a head teacher, has resigned because of illness. I hope you will live well in the last half of the year."

When the students heard the news, they all felt very normal, but they cared more about whether wuchou would die soon.

At this time, wuchou is still trapped in the chair and can't do anything except talk.

"Chize and sakuraki, I really didn't expect that you would listen to them. Believe me, the real dead are still outside and may hurt others."

Both of them have been explained by Wei, so they can't listen to wuchou's words.

"Teacher, give up. Although you are the dead, I believe you are serious about us and your enthusiasm for protecting students has never disappeared in your heart."

Chize quanmei pushed the wheel to wuchou and reached out to touch wuchou's face.

"It doesn't matter if you are the dead. Just stay with everyone."

Wuchou didn't know how to persuade them for a while. At this time, wuchou thought of one thing.

"So, suppose I'm really dead, then why, the world didn't send out any cause of my death."

Worry free is in this world, but the miracle puppet master and celebrities of this level really leave without any report. Even if the information will be concealed, it will not disappear completely.

Both of them wavered because of what wuchou said, but they still didn't want to let wuchou out.

"Well, if I really commit suicide, then the bad luck will end, right? If so, then I will die in front of you now and let you know that I am not the dead."

Looking at wuchou's expression, the two women finally decided to release wuchou in order to find the last dead man.

"Well, teacher, how can we help you?"

"Don't worry, just do what I say."

Soon, they lifted the restrictions according to wuchou.

"Thank you, chize and sakuraki. You go home and give me the rest."

"Teacher, do you already know who is the dead?"

"Well, actually, I'm already, a little eyebrow."

~ afternoon, after school ~

Sanshenlianzi packed up his luggage and was ready to leave. Unexpectedly, as soon as he went out, he saw wuchou standing in the corridor, as if waiting for himself.

"Ah, Mr. wuchou, didn't you resign? I thought you were really ill."

"Teacher Sanshen, can I talk to you?"

The sun slowly sinks along the horizontal plane, and the sunset shines on the sky, dyeing the sky red.

"Miss wuchou, what are you trying to say?"

They stood by the mountain road and looked at the scenery in the distance. It was a quiet town. There were no scenic spots, no specialties, only taboo legends. The whole town was sparse and ordinary.

"Teacher Sanshen, what do you think of this town?"

"Quiet, peaceful, I really want to stay here, no matter what happens in the future."

"You did. Stay here forever."

Three God pity son listens to worry free words and doesn't understand what the other party is saying for a moment.

"Teacher Sanshen, in fact, have you noticed it?"

"What do you perceive?"

Wuchou said, gritting his teeth and saying it word by word.

"Teacher, your desk is really shabby, isn't it? Obviously, other teachers' desks are normal, but yours is very strange."

Sanshen Lianzi didn't speak and continued to listen to wuchou.

"I can't remember what happened in recent years. My memory is not only vague, but also a little different from that of others."

"Miss wuchou, what are you trying to say?"

"Moreover, you used to be a student of this school, and you know it very well."

"So what, worry free teacher!"

"Three gods teacher, you are the dead."

Sanshen Lianzi was stunned.

"Teacher Sanshen, you died very early. I didn't care. I thought you were always staggered with me, so I couldn't find your position. It's just more unexpected. Your position is a broken table, which is conspicuous in the whole office, but no one cares. Why?"

"Because no one used the table itself, no one knew that the teacher of three gods Lianzi was the dead."

At this time, the three God pity son seemed to think of something. Once scenes seemed to appear in front of his eyes and saw the real truth.

"Yes, yes, I'm dead. I was killed. Just a few years ago, I was dead."

The three gods fell to the ground and covered his face in pain, hoping to forget all this.

"Teacher Sanshen, I'm sorry. Can I take you away now, for the rest of the students who are still alive."

"Yes, Mr. wuchou, please do it. I've decided, but I'm sorry for Hengyi. I killed him."

"It's all right. All this will pass. I'm sorry to make you so painful."

Wuchou closes his eyes and silently contacts the weapon he hasn't used for a long time, the knife about the soul.

"Let's go, Mr. Sanshen Lianzi. Everything about you will disappear because of these."

Sting

When Weizhen and Xiaoming got home, they saw that wuchou had disappeared inside. Feeling the seriousness of the matter, they hurried out.

The white light surrounded sanshenlianzi. Sanshenlianzi turned into a blue butterfly, flew to the sky and disappeared in the sky.

"At least, the bad luck of this year is over."

"But what can I do to end this bad luck forever?"

When wuchou returns to class 3 of the third year, wuchou Z finally sees what he couldn't see with the help of the soul chopping knife.

In the class, the figure.

A vague and unclear figure.

"Did you see me?"

"Well, are you the poor man twenty-six years ago?"

"Yes, I've finally waited. The person who saw me, are you going to take me out of here?"

"Well, I'll take you out of this place. You're finally liberated."

Sting

When weizhe and Xiaoming arrive at the class, they only see wuchou surrounded by golden light. They see all this.

"Brother!"