C123 soullessness

The training ground of Wuzhong was very big, this wasteland was also very big. Thus, their encirclement was extremely large.

I said to Mr. Zhao in a low voice, "Let's think of a way. If we squat here, we'll be caught sooner or later."

A strange expression appeared on Mr. Zhao's face. "Don't worry, I won't."

Borrowing the moonlight, I saw that his smile was extremely horrifying, so I said, "Second Uncle, don't keep on scaring me. What on earth are you hiding from me?"

Mr. Zhao patted my shoulder and said, "You'll know in a while."

At least, he said that made me sure of one thing. He was hiding something from me. Now, I feel even more uneasy.

The teachers' encirclement is getting smaller and smaller. Right now, even if we want to escape, we won't be able to. But they stopped.

I wondered: what was going on? Why aren't they moving forward?

At this time, I heard someone say, "Teacher Li, did you see it clearly? Did that kid really run over here? "

Then a man's voice said, "Yes, very clearly. "Old Wang, if you search carefully, you'll definitely be able to find them."

The one called Old Wang sneered, "Why did you let me go in and capture him? I'm a teacher, not a thief. "

Teacher Li said, "Nowadays, students are even harder to deal with than thieves. Your class's thorns have all been completely taken care of by you, I think it's just right for you to catch this brat. "

Old Wang said, "You don't need to put on a tall hat for me. I've heard a bit about this place before." "I'll wait here until the police arrive. I'm not going anywhere."

A younger voice beside him said, "Teachers, I came to our school for short periods. Curious, I asked, "Why are you guys not moving forward?"

Old Wang said, "Small Week, you are a good person. Although he was young, he was reliable and shrewd. You were right not to rush in. "

Small Week humbly said: "I'm following beside Teacher Wang. If you go in, I'll go in. If you go in, I'll go out. "

At the side, Teacher Li seemed to be joking, but at the same time he seemed to be mocking him, "Small Week, your flattery is not bad. But let me remind you, a first year high school teacher might not necessarily be surnamed Wang. If you follow the wrong big brother, then you won't be able to survive for the next few years. "

Small Week hurriedly said, "My days are short, I do not understand the promotion of our school's position. All of you are my seniors, all of you are my elder brothers. "

Old Wang said, "Small Week, don't be afraid. Even if your Brother Wang doesn't become a grade teacher, he can still protect you. Some people with the surname Li, hehe, no matter what, you definitely won't be able to do it, so what are you going to do with him? "

Small Week did not speak.

Old Wang said after a while, "We can't go to this place in front of us easily." Even in broad daylight, it was best to hide. Because there are a lot of graves in there. "

Small Week asked in shock, "Graveyard?"

Old Wang said, "What's so surprising about that?" Our Wuzhong was built in the graveyard. It's said that when we were building up the student dorms, more than fifty coffins were pulled out. "

Small Week didn't know if it was on purpose to cooperate or if he was really surprised, but he kept clicking his tongue.

Old Wang continued, "At that time, there were also people who said that digging graves would harm the merits. "Actually, this is all nonsense. The dead people inside have already been buried for hundreds of years, even the ghosts would have died long ago."

"Anyway, the progress of the project was very smooth. However, when we arrived at this place, something bad started happening. First the equipment broke down in succession, and the project had to stop. "It was so easy to fix it. We have to dig again, it's broken again."

"A few masters are old and experienced a lot. Just say that this grave might be a little demonic and that there might be something inside. We have to wait and give them time to move."

"The workers were very obedient and waited only two days. On the third day, when the sun was shining brightly and people were standing in the sun, sweating, even if there was a ghost here, it would be impossible for them to come out and make a ruckus. So the old master stood out and said, "It's just a matter of time.

"Yes," the workers answered, and came up with their excavators. "For some reason, a excavator suddenly lost control of its engine and crashed into the old master, killing him on the spot."

"Later on, the rest of the workers did not dare to do the work. Some of the workers said that they were closer to the old master, and that they saw a hand come up from under the excavator and pull him by the feet, dragging him inside alive. "

Small Week was shocked when he heard it, "So demonic? Are you for real? "

Old Wang said, "Of course it's true. Do you know the Fan Manor psychiatric hospital? There are two other workers who lived there. "Therefore, no one here dares to move an adult long blade of grass."

Then he said to Small Week in a mysterious tone, "Do you know why our school's grades are so bad?"

The Small Week said, "Because our students are not good, those that are recruited are all idiots, so our grades are bad. "Because of poor grades, good students don't come, so there's a vicious circle."

Old Wang said, "You're talking about superficial phenomena. The main reason for this is because the things that live in this tomb haven't left and they are purposefully trying to cheat our student. "

Teacher Li who was at the side said, "Old Wang, you're just a political teacher, your mouth is filled with words of matter determining your consciousness during class. Ma Ke thinks of materialism, why do you still believe in ghosts and gods after class?"

Old Wang said, "Teacher Li, stop talking about me. Wasn't it you who proposed to hold a meeting before the college entrance exam last year? We have to burn the paper here and let the people lying in the graveyard protect our students. "

Teacher Li said, "It's a pity that the principal didn't listen to me. Otherwise, we might have been able to produce two from Tsinghua University and Peking University."

Old Wang sighed. "Sigh, if I could really leave Tsinghua and Peking University, I'd rather come burn paper every day."

As they were discussing the excitement, I heard a cough not far away, followed by the voice of the head of the Education Bureau. "Are you in high spirits? Tell a ghost story in front of the grave? Has the murderer been caught? "

Old Wang said, "Not yet. The boy has gone into hiding in the graveyard. None of us would like to go in. "

The dean said, "We can't let no one in. What if the criminal runs away and injures the student? You want me to compensate you? Later on, parents make a wreath in front of the school gate, strike a line to the school, you don't even want the year-end bonus. Little Wang, send someone to take a look. "

Old Wang replied and said to Small Week: "Small Week, Brother Wang will give you a chance. Go inside and take a look."

Small Week trembled and said, "I … I'm a little scared. "

Old Wang was unhappy. "Look at you, you're so weak. What? Brother Wang is using you, so you're not treating Brother Wang as your brother anymore? "

Small Week clenched his teeth and said: "Alright, I'll go."

Then, he opened the flashlight barrel. He walked over step by step.

Vaguely, I heard Teacher Li sneer, "Is it that easy to be a dog? You have to bite whoever you want. Bite well, have a piece of meat to eat. If he didn't bite properly, he would immediately be beaten up. All sorts of dirty work have to be done, just to show your loyalty, that's all. "

Small Week must have heard this, but he did not say anything. He just held the flashlight Cylinder and shook it back and forth.

Mr. Zhao and I were hiding in the grass, not moving an inch. However, I knew in my heart that in a short while, Small Week would find us.

I was nervous, but not afraid. So what if he was locked up? At most, he would just escape. Moreover, these people may not be able to stop Mr. Zhao and I.

Small Week was close to our side, so I stared at him. At this moment, I saw a strange scene.

I saw his body moving forward, but his shadow didn't follow.

Small Week seemed to not have noticed at all, he continued to carry the flashlight and walked deeper into the grave. His shadow remained where it was, looking around blankly. Afterwards, he started to run frantically towards the exit of the cemetery. It quickly ran out of the range of the flashlight's light and blended together with the darkness, disappearing without a trace.

As for the Small Week himself, at this moment, he became dumbstruck. He passed us but saw nothing. He walked straight past them.

There was a rock in front of him, and Small Week kicked it without warning. His body tilted, and with a thump, he fell.

His flashlight fell and disappeared after a few flashes. As for himself, he did not get up again.

I asked the Mr. Zhao, "What happened?"

Mr. Zhao said, "Shadow is his soul. The soul was stolen from the coffin. "

I said to the Mr. Zhao: "Looks like this place is really quite strange. Are we in danger?"

Mr. Zhao said, "What are you afraid of? There's me. "

At this moment, there was suddenly a rustling sound nearby. I looked up and was almost scared to death. Small Week who was originally lying on the ground climbed back up.

However, he was crawling on all fours in a peculiar manner. He was like an animal, shaking his head. His hands and feet flailed awkwardly for a while before he finally regained his balance. Then he walked straight toward us.

I looked at him a little fearfully, not knowing if he was still Small Week or not.

Small Week obviously saw us, but he did not make a sound. Instead, he nodded at us and squatted beside us.

The expression on his face was strange, and I looked familiar. I have seen this expression before on one person: Ma Ke.

I rummaged through Mr. Zhao's body, took out his mobile phone, and opened it to his notebook. On top of it, I typed: "Borrowing a dead body to repay a soul?"

Mr. Zhao looked at it and nodded at me.

I extinguished the phone and returned it to the Mr. Zhao. At the same time, my hand reached into my chest and gripped the hilt of my dagger.

Small Week seemed to have seen my movements. He turned his head and coldly glanced at me, then said: "Come with me in a while."

Why should I go with you? I thought.

I looked at Mr. Zhao, meaning that the two of us will barge out together, who knows, the Mr. Zhao did not make a sound, as though he had tacitly agreed to the words of the Small Week.

Just as I was about to ask Mr. Zhao what he thought, I heard the sound of a siren outside. The police have arrived.