Chapter 11：

As soon as he sat down, his tablemate Zhou Wei leaned forward.

"Fuck, Lao Ye, so nervous, the awakening ceremony of the companion demon spirit is about to begin!"

On Zhou Wei's straight face, his expression was tense, eager to get some comfort from his best friend.

Ye Fan smiled slightly.

The tablemate in his previous life was also Zhou Wei.

Later, after graduating from high school, I didn't go to college, so I didn't go to school. I started a small business myself.

When the classmates got together, I didn't expect that the business was doing well, but it turned out to be the best one.

Ye Fan remembered what Guan Zhenguo had said before and couldn't help but said in a deep voice, "Lao Zhou, it's actually nice to be an ordinary person!"

"You can do a little business, maybe you can live a happy life!"

Zhou Wei glanced at Ye Fan and saw that his best friend's expression didn't look like a joke. He couldn't help but smile and said, "Lao Ye, how can there be a happy life these days!"

"My third uncle is 50 years old, and the family expenses are high, and the credits are not enough. Sign up to go to the outer city to open up wasteland!"

"I only learned last week that just a few days after I went there, I encountered a first-sequence alert-level demon, and he was immediately cracked!"

"When it was discovered, the corpse was stinky!"

"Lao Ye, in this era, if it's not a spiritual master, it's an ant!"

At this time, Yang Ziming at the front desk turned his head and joined the discussion.

"Yang Wei, actually Lao Ye was right!"

Yang Wei is Zhou Wei's nickname.

When the first grade of high school was just divided into classes, Zhou Wei's name and Yang Ziming's name happened to be up and down. When the head teacher, Zhang, was reading, he pronounced it wrong and became Yang Wei.

So this nickname has been with Zhou Wei for three years.

This is a sad story that lasted three years.

However, Zhou Wei's mood now can't take care of these.

Yang Ziming continued to say to Zhou Wei: "If you awaken the companion demon spirit, you will become a spiritual master!"

"Not only do you have to go everywhere to kill the monsters, but you also have to worry about the danger of the monsters getting out of control!"

"Every day, I live with my head on my waistband!"

"Anyway, my dad paid me some credit to hire a spiritual master before, and I checked it!"

"My chance of awakening is very low. If I can't become a spiritual master, I will go back and inherit his supermarket chain!"

"As long as it is in the inner city, safety is still guaranteed!"

"It is also possible to complete the above-mentioned call for at least three children in each household!"

Zhou Wei curled his lips and murmured "big dog".

Of the three, Yang Ziming had the best family background, and Ye Fan was in a similar family background to Zhou Wei, neither rich nor even a little struggling.

As the three of them were discussing, there was a sudden change in the classroom.

Chapter 7 Shocked, the fourth-order restricted-level monster

Just as the three of Ye Fan were discussing, the classroom suddenly changed.

Crackling, crackling—

The street lamp on the corridor outside the classroom suddenly rang out with a sound of electricity, and finally burst directly.

It is morning now, and the street lights in broad daylight are not turned on, so how come they suddenly burst!

Ye Fan glanced outside the classroom and felt an unusual breath spreading!

The entire classroom of Grade 3 (1) of high school seemed to be shrouded in a layer of black gauze, and the light dimmed inexplicably.

Ye Fan raised his brows, his expression immediately became serious, his eyes scanned back and forth subconsciously.

"Lao Ye, why did the street light in the corridor suddenly explode?!"

"Fuck, your expression, don't scare me!"

Zhou Wei was the first to find something wrong with Ye Fan.

Yang Yiming saw Ye Fan look around and looked around, shivering abruptly.

"Why it's suddenly so cold, the light in the classroom is so dim, let me turn on a light!"

"Lao Yang, don't move!"

Yang Yiming was about to get up, and Ye Fan held him down.

Ye Fan's solemn expression immediately suppressed Zhou Wei and Yang Yiming.

The two also sensed the unusual atmosphere, and looked at each other with a look of uncertainty in their eyes.

At this moment, Ye Fan, who had been keenly observing the surroundings, suddenly smelled a faint smell of corpse on the tip of his nose.

Immediately afterwards, with keen eyes, he suddenly saw a figure in the corridor.

His eyes suddenly widened.

The whole body tensed subconsciously.

An extreme fear came from the bottom of my heart like a tide, surging out and spreading all over the body.

It was a stiff figure in an ancient official gown.

Or, it should be a stiff corpse.

His side face was extremely thin and covered with corpses.

The cheekbones are high and bulging, and it seems that there is a thin purple skin on his face.

In the faintly visible pupil, there was a gloomy look.

There is no humanity or glamour in the silent eyes.

The two bare/exposed palms are covered with large and small gray-brown corpses.