Han Fei, who was separated from the crowd, returned to his weak appearance. He looked half-dead, and one foot seemed to have stepped into the coffin. The beggars on the roadside had to give way when they saw him.
"Gao Cheng! Stop hanging around here, the principal has a morning meeting!"
Director Ya called all the teachers to the conference room. What happened in the morning made the principal very angry, but he was not carried away by the anger. The most important thing at the moment was the assessment, or in other words, the sacrifice to the Black Building.
Catching the murderer should be put aside after the assessment. The principal asked all teachers to cheer up, take good care of the students in the class, and strengthen security within the college.
After explaining everything, the principal left Yan Lan alone and let the others go first.
"You look pretty good." Wang Chuqing followed Han Fei and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "How about you stop being a teacher and become an actor? I think you have quite a lot of potential."
"I've never pretended, it's all true feelings." Han Fei took out the white sign from his pocket: "What else did you take away from Shiwei Pavilion last night? I remember that you seemed to have a resentful heart."
"You should remember clearly that resentment and self-confidence can only be formed in the most special circumstances under rare circumstances. If you want, you can exchange it for a white lottery."
"The assessment will be held tomorrow night. Come to Ankang Pharmacy at nine o'clock tonight, and I will give you a blank check."
Han Fei readily agreed, which made Wang Chuqing a little uncomfortable. He glanced at Han Fei hesitantly and asked cautiously: "Are you planning to kill people and silence them?"
"Am I that kind of person?" Han Fei was speechless. He had always been good at handling workplace relationships, but everyone was always prejudiced against him. He didn't know why.
Wang Chuqing said nothing and left quickly.
"Teacher Wang is so shy."
Back in Class 7, Han Fei first wrote the word "self-study" on the blackboard, then he picked up the small bench and prepared to go out.
Walking off the podium, Han Fei found that student No. 4 was very tired and was sleeping on the table. He lightly knocked on the table: "Put on your coat to sleep. It's easy to catch a cold."
No. 4 frowned and sat up. The twin boys were filled with a sense of death, and his personality seemed to be on the verge of losing control.
Obviously, No. 4 used the power of his personality many times last night.
"By the way, there's something I've always wanted to ask you." Han Fei put the bench next to the desk and looked at No. 4 very seriously: "How do you trigger the power of personality? I know what my personality is.
But it has always been hidden in my mind."
No. 4 did not expect Han Fei to ask these things. Logically speaking, Han Fei is the teacher.
Turning to look at children No. 1 and No. 2, seeing that they had no objection, No. 4 spoke: "Personality is the mark of your life. It is a gem made of all memories and experiences. It can help you survive despair, but it also
It will push you into the abyss."
"Can you make it easier to understand? I also want to use the power that comes with my personality." Han Fei has already mastered the use of the greedy personality. As long as he activates his healing personality, the ghost-eating machine will
The perpetual motion machine will be completed.
"The world has been changed by disasters. It is different from before. It is full of strong emotions everywhere. Ghosts are formed by obsessions and negative emotions, while personality is when obsessions and emotions are transformed into
Power." No. 4 touched his heart: "Mobilize your emotions, don't be disturbed by anything, immerse yourself in your own memory world, embrace your own personality, and you will be able to control it and unleash its true potential."
For some people, it is not difficult to do this, such as No. 4: "If you really can't awaken your personality, then try to do the corresponding things. For example, a fearless personality requires being fearless. You can challenge some dangerous things.
, or put yourself in an extremely dangerous environment."
"Are you going to give me the right medicine?" Han Fei has always believed that he has a healing personality. If he wants to awaken this personality, he may need to heal other people's mental trauma.
The children in Class 7 have some personality defects, but Han Fei will not use these children for experiments. He needs a target that allows him to try without restraint.
"Even if most people awaken their personality, they cannot mobilize the power of their personality at will. They often need psychological suggestion. This suggestion can be a song, an action, an object, etc." Squad Leader No. 5 also came over:
"That's all we can say, the rest is up to you to explore on your own."
"The feeling of healing, coupled with the psychological suggestion..." Han Fei did not disturb the children anymore. He took the bench and left the classroom.
Han Fei was about to go to other classes to eavesdrop when he met Yan Lan, a female teacher who was about the same height as him and had an aura about her that kept strangers away.
"Good morning, Teacher Yan, did the principal give you a hard time?" Before Han Fei could say anything, Yan Lan's fist touched his ear and landed on the wall!
Cracks spread behind Han Fei's back, and the crisp sound was frightening.
The metal spikes penetrated both sides of the ridge bones, and Yan Lan exuded a creepy and terrifying aura. Her gloomy face was close to Han Fei, like a hungry beast: "You madman, what do you want to do?"
"Have you ever seen such a passive lunatic like me?" Han Fei didn't dare to move. He saw the killing intent in Yan Lan's eyes that surged like a tsunami.
"Are those twenty-seven lives related to you?" Yan Lan's voice was cold: "Punch through the chest, you are imitating me!"
"I'm not that capable, but the twenty-seven people killed last night were not unjust. After they had the privilege, they no longer cared about other people's lives and sacrificed other people's children to ensure their own safety.
,Isn’t this unfair?”
"Fair?" Yan Lan's finger bones made a horrifying sound: "There is no fairness in this city."
"Not before, that's because I haven't made up my mind yet." Han Fei's expression did not change much. He was calm and rational. He also seemed very unsettled in the face of death threats: "The original intention of the school was to protect survivors and fight against ghosts.
This is not a canteen for evil spirits. If no one is willing to change, then I will be the boy who tears the emperor's new clothes into pieces."
"The principal will kill you!"
"I'm very touched that you can say this. At least the person who wants to kill me is not you." Han Fei patted Yan Lan's arm: "Useless personality is the most beautiful hymn of mankind, but only running on the right path
On the road, you can be fearless and fearless, so I hope you don't waste it."
Yan Lan did not confess to Han Fei, nor did she harm Han Fei. These signs showed that she had been shaken.
The original plan of the Class 7 students might have been to kill someone with a borrowed knife, but now Han Fei has created a better choice.
When the class bell rang, Han Fei took the bench and left. While observing other teachers' classes, he brought the useful information he summarized back to Class 7.
The exam is getting closer and closer, and the atmosphere in the school has become solemn. Every teacher is trying his best to teach the students, hoping to help them improve their chances of survival.
The day passed quickly. After the students left the classroom one after another, Ma Jing blocked Han Fei in the corridor.
"Teacher Gao, have you become very close to Teacher Wang recently? When did your relationship become so good?"
"Teacher Wang is very enthusiastic. He wants to give me ghost blood and all kinds of cursed objects. It's hard to refuse such kindness!" Han Fei looked at Ma Jing with a smile. After careful observation, he found that the other person was indeed tall.
He has a face that is very suitable for sacrifice.
"Then you have to think clearly, is ghost blood delicious, or is life more important?" Ma Jing took out a photo: "I still have a lot of similar things. The principal is now worrying about how to give an explanation to the residents of the stronghold. I hope
Don't be the scapegoat."
"Tonight after dark, we are trading at Ankang Pharmacy. I want to make sure you destroy everything." Han Fei's voice became lower and lower.
"Why are you going to Ankang Pharmacy? Are you planning to join forces with Yin Shang to kill me?" Ma Jing's eyes hidden under his glasses looked like poisonous snakes.
"I can't make sure that you destroyed everything. In order to prevent you from leaking out, I can only drag you on the pirate ship and let you complete a transaction with the shady merchant." Han Fei narrowed his eyes: "Who knew you had
There is no backup data? What should I do if you betray me immediately after I hand over the white signature to you? Or if you threaten me with this matter next time?"
What Han Fei said made sense, and Ma Jing also started to think about it. The two parties did not trust each other, and there was no way to complete the transaction if this continued.
"Okay, let's go to Ankang Pharmacy." Ma Jing reached out and grabbed Han Fei's arm. Gao Cheng's figure was reflected in his glasses: "Don't play tricks, or I will make your death ugly.
Students can’t escape either.”
"So much nonsense." Han Fei shook off the other party's hand: "See you at nine o'clock in the evening."
Returning to the teacher's apartment alone, Han Fei recalled No. 4's words. He sank his consciousness into his mind and gathered his own memory fragments together. However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not form a healing personality. Instead, the abyss formed by the greedy personality lay there.
It keeps growing, as if it wants to swallow Han Fei's mind.
"This Gao Cheng has been locked up in the memory world of the shrine and tortured for countless years by Gao Xing. He cannot be viewed with normal eyes. He may be planning something. I must awaken my personality as soon as possible."
After putting items into his backpack, Han Fei left school more than an hour early.
…
At 8:55 p.m., Ma Jing wrapped himself tightly and came to Ankang Pharmacy. In order not to reveal his identity, he deliberately changed his appearance and released the ghostly atmosphere in his glasses.
"That bastard Gao Cheng won't trick me, right? His spirit is highly polluted and he is on the verge of semi-madness. He should no longer be able to use his personality power. He is no match for me in a head-on battle." Gao Cheng escaped from the mysterious building.
, the spirit is highly polluted, this is something everyone in the school knows. Although ghost blood can clear away mental pollution, swallowing ghost blood is a chronic suicide, which will cause irreversible damage to the body. Based on the above, Ma Jing feels that he cannot
May lose.
"Time passes so slowly." He hid in the dark and looked around irritably.
At nine o'clock, another figure appeared at the end of the street. Wang Chuqing arrived at Ankang Pharmacy on time as agreed with Han Fei.
Lao Wang just saved Han Fei last night, and the two of them had a life-long friendship. Wang Chuqing felt that Han Fei should keep his promise. To show his sincerity, he not only brought the heart of the resentful spirit, but also gave away his remaining ghost blood.
Brought it over too.
"Wang Chuqing?" After Ma Jing saw Wang Chuqing, his eyes instantly turned scary: "He's here too?"
Various thoughts popped up, and Ma Jing began to quickly weigh the pros and cons, but before he could think of any way out, he suddenly heard the sound of coins being tossed.
The shadow Ma Jing is hiding in is like the open mouth of a giant beast, and the boundless greedy black mist bites him in one bite!
"You dare to trick me?!" Ma Jing looked at the figures of students emerging from his ordinary glasses. Their necks were bound by white ropes, and they rushed towards the black mist like puppets made by Ma Jing.
As a school teacher, Ma Jing has a special self-personality. He puts himself at the center of everything he does, and all students and family members can only come second and can be exploited.
The black mist swallowed up those students without stirring up a single wave. Ma Jing, who knew something was wrong, took off his glasses and said: "A bunch of trash!"
His memories flooded into his eyes, and the figures of his parents and brother appeared in the depths of his eyes. In order to survive the catastrophe, he made his parents and brother into special ghosts.
The strong brother withstood the black mist and his parents turned into ghosts and flew through the black mist.
"Gao Cheng! Don't let me find you! I will make you a ghost too!"
Ma Jing was still looking for Han Fei hysterically. He suddenly heard Han Fei's painful and desperate scream from outside the black fog: "Save me! Ma Jing wants to kill me!"
Trapped in the black mist, a question mark appeared in Ma Jing's mind. He was trapped. Why did Han Fei scream in so much pain?
Outside the black mist, Han Fei's whole body was penetrated by bloody paper ghosts. He struggled to crawl out of the black mist, spitting out pieces of blood-stained paper from his mouth. The curse had penetrated into his heart!
"Ma Jing wants to kill me, stop him..." Han Fei crawled forward and fell not far from Wang Chuqing.
Wang Chuqing saw the curse covering Han Fei's body and even penetrated into his heart, and was shocked: "Who tortured you to look like this?"
After the Blood Feast mission was completed, Han Fei got an opportunity to open the inventory. He chose the bloody paper man. The curse that penetrated his heart came from Xu Qin. This miserable look was the embrace of the bloody paper man. But Wang Chuqing had never seen it before.
At this scene, everyone was frightened.
"The person who killed the managers was Ma Jing. He was connected to Yin Shang! He also wanted to sacrifice the children in the school!" When people are about to die, they also speak well. Han Fei, who was "dying to death," pointed at the black mist:
"Kill him, must kill him!"
Seeing Han Fei's miserable condition, Wang Chuqing took out the knife wrapped in black cloth. He shook off the black cloth for the first time and rushed into the black mist of greed.