Chapter 199：

[Author's digression]: The first one, now we are fighting in the third round of PK, brothers begging for a wave of votes and support! Tomorrow, I will go out and take the high-speed rail for a day, and I will use the mobile phone code on the high-speed rail to catch up with the draft. Don't worry! Thanks 【OMG. 】Brother’s golden ticket, thank you [Mo Yu Zhufeng] brothers for your golden ticket, thank you two brothers for their support, thank you very much!

Chapter 113

Ye Fan's words made Mao Gensheng's steps to leave, as if he had been nailed to the ground, stagnant.

After a while, he turned around.

With muddy, sharp eyes, he scanned Ye Fan up and down, sneered and said, "So, do you have the ability to kill this evil spirit?"

"Child, don't try to do some things."

"This is a demon of at least the fourth sequence!"

"You are young, and your tone is not small!"

"you……"

Before Mao Gensheng's words were finished, the underworld fluctuations rising from Ye Fan's body immediately blocked the second half of his sentence in his throat.

Although the old man's demon spirit space was shattered and his right hand was also broken, his eyesight was still there.

He looked at Ye Fan's deep purple underworld flame like a raging flame, and a look of surprise immediately appeared on his face.

"What a strong demon spirit fluctuates!"

Mao Gensheng murmured softly, walked over coldly, and opened the big iron gate.

Bells yelling--

The thick chain that was entwined was opened.

Ye Fan walked in from the door.

Mao Gensheng looked at him coldly: "I will die by then, don't blame my old man for not reminding you!"

Ye Fan chuckled lightly.

Quite stubborn!

He couldn't help asking: "Principal Mao, you insist on not releasing the mission from the Bureau of Elimination of Demons, what about this evil ghost?"

"Leave him to wreak havoc in the school?"

Mao Gensheng was relocking the big iron door.

When he heard Ye Fan's words, his eyes flickered, and he coldly responded, "You don't need to worry about things in my school!"

"You can leave after solving this task!"

"I don't welcome outsiders here!"

"I will be responsible for the safety of these children!"

Ye Fan looked at this stubborn old man, helpless.

However, it finally came in.

Ye Fan looked around.

As soon as he entered, he felt as if he had passed through a film of cold wind.

The gloomy spirit of this school is too heavy.

He opened Mingyan and scanned everywhere, but he didn't see the slightest trace.

But Ye Fan's entry seemed to touch something.

In the vision of his dark eyes, he clearly saw that the ghost clouds above the school's head began to roll violently.

Ye Fan frowned slightly.

Mao Gensheng walked in front of himself, introducing Ye Fan very casually.

Ye Fan couldn't find the clues of this ghost for a while, so he first followed in the footsteps of Mao Gensheng and listened to him introduce this Qixingxing Middle School.

Behind the doorway is the patio of a teaching building.

The patio is small and simple.

The central flowerbed is planted with cedar and plum blossoms, both gritty plants.

There are four-story teaching buildings on all sides, and the sound of Lang Lang's reading can be heard from above.

Passing through the corridor of the teaching building, there is a cafeteria and dormitory on the left, and a small playground on the right.

Then, it's over!

There are all the facilities that a school should have.

But some other schools have attached administrative buildings, libraries, etc. I haven't seen them in this school.

Ye Fan observed all the way.

The school is not big, it can even be said to be rudimentary.

In the end, he came to such a conclusion.

In less than ten minutes, Mao Gensheng took Ye Fan to the end.

Finally, Ye Fan stayed in front of the school news bulletin board in the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building.

There is a schedule of Venus Star Middle School.

With the dense series of arrangements in the day above, Ye Fan raised his brow slightly.

5:30, get up.

5:45, three kilometers in the morning.

6:00, morning reading

Next, breakfast, class, run between classes...

All a series of things have time standards.

It starts at half past five in the morning and runs until eleven o'clock in the evening.

Ye Fan's eyes narrowed slightly.