Chapter Thirty-Four: I'll burn more paper money for you, please let me go
A call woke up Yang Ming from his sleep.
Yang Ming opened his eyes in a daze and found a person who looked like a teacher standing in front of his bed, seeming to be calling him.
Wait, bed?
He looked around and found that he was actually on the bed in the dormitory.
"Ah? Receive an award? What award do you receive?"
Yang Ming asked, a little confused.
No, he has already killed two people, why don't we put him in jail?
"You are the champion of this freshmen meeting. Isn't it appropriate to receive the award? Come with me."
The one who looked like the teacher left after saying that.
When Yang Ming saw it, he quickly got out of bed and prepared to follow.
Before leaving, he subconsciously glanced at Gu Lin's bed and found that Gu Lin was not there.
"Why"
He sighed and continued to follow.
Then the one who looked like a teacher led him to the square before.
At this time, the square was already full of people and it was very lively.
"Look, it's Yang Ming!"
A scream interrupted Yang Ming, who was looking around.
Before Yang Ming could react, he was already surrounded by people.
"Yang Ming, can you tell me how you have so many yellow-level spiritual weapons?"
A very beautiful senior asked curiously.
You are talking nonsense, how can I tell you.
“I have achieved it all through personal efforts.”
Although he complained in his heart, Yang Ming still said perfunctorily.
"Then can you tell me how you launch them? It's the glowing thing that appears behind you."
Another senior who looked very sunny asked.
"This is a unique secret book. It is a family tradition and cannot be shared with others."
Yang Ming continued to lie, since he has his own mouth anyway, so he can say whatever he wants.
"Can I ask, what are your thoughts after defeating Mo Yuan and Gu Lin?"
The question that Yang Ming least wanted to hear came up. He lost his composure and his face became gloomy.
"Yang Ming, what are you doing? You are standing here, go and receive the award."
A familiar voice interrupted everyone's questions.
After hearing the sound, Yang Ming looked in disbelief. He suspected that he had heard it wrong, and turned to look at the source of the sound.
He actually saw Gu Lin standing in front of him, looking at him with dissatisfaction.
Yang Ming rubbed his eyes hard. He suspected that he had seen it wrong.
Didn't Gu Lin die by his sword? Then who is this in front of him?
Gu Lin didn't give him a chance to think, so he stepped forward, grabbed him and pulled him away.
"Brother, every injustice has its own debtor. You are the one who caused this. I didn't mean it. How about I burn more paper money for you? Can you let me go?"
Yang Ming didn't dare to break away. As he walked, he tried to see if he could negotiate with the "Ghost of Gu Lin".
Hearing Yang Ming's words, Gu Lin stopped and looked at him and said with disdain:
"Are you out of your mind? What nonsense are you talking about? Don't you know that the competition venue for the freshman assembly was created by Teacher Bai Lingling?"
Yang Ming couldn't believe it when he heard it. Are you kidding me? You told me that such a large area was created? How can you explain that there are so many monsters?
Seeing Yang Ming's face full of disbelief, Gu Lin explained:
"To be precise, we are participating in the freshman conference in a dream. Everything you saw before was created by Bai Lingling and Teacher Bai."
Created? In other words, they are all fake?
Yang Ming actually accepted this fact. After all, with Principal Li's experience, Yang Ming wouldn't be surprised if any strange abilities appear in the future.
Gu Lin saw Yang Mingxin, so he continued:
"Teacher Bai Lingling's talent is SSS level: Dreamland. She can pull any thinking creature into a dreamland."
"And Teacher Bai can change dreams at will. It can be said that she is the god in dreams."
"Not to mention that Teacher Bai is now a strong person in the eighth-level realm. It is too easy to pull us first-level freshmen into the dream at once."
Isn't this too perverted?
Yang Ming felt for a while that he had gained a lot of experience, and it sounded exaggerated. He was indeed an SSS-level talent.
Why is there such a big difference between the same SSS level?
Yang Ming looked at Gu Lin and suddenly had a strange idea.
When Gu Lin saw Yang Ming's strange eyes, he immediately understood, and then became angry. What do you mean? Who are you looking down on?
Then he left Yang Ming and left angrily.
Seeing him leaving, Yang Ming shrugged helplessly. This psychological tolerance was too low. You fell down before I even exerted any force.
After Yang Ming no longer had any psychological burden, he began to wander around in boredom.
While walking around, he saw a group of people gathered not far away, so he walked over curiously to see what these people were looking at.
"What are you looking at?"
Yang Ming walked over, poked a fat boy with his finger, and asked curiously.
"Don't you know how to read it for yourself?... Hey? Aren't you that Yang Ming? My name is Hu Sheng, and I've been your fan for ten years. Sign your name for me."
The fat boy turned his head at first, his impatience was written on his face, but when he saw Yang Ming's face, his look changed instantly, and he never stopped laughing.
Wanting to watch the excitement and eat melon, someone actually said he was a fan of his. Yang Ming could only smile awkwardly.
He didn't know that the entire Soul Conference was broadcast live, otherwise he might have found a crack in the ground and crawled in. You know, he had been naked for a whole month.
"Let me tell you, the man in front of you is a famous fortune teller in our school. His predictions are extremely accurate. If you predict that you will go east, you will definitely not go west. We are all here to calculate today's luck."
Gusheng explained to Yang Ming.
Is it really so accurate? Yang Ming nodded doubtfully. There are already people who create dreams and teleport. It is not unacceptable to have a fortune teller. He also wants to see what's going on.
"How about it? Do you want to do a fortune telling? He tells fortunes for free, it only depends on fate."
Hu Sheng saw that Yang Ming was a little moved and said quickly.
According to legend, there is a kind of people who like to give others the things they like, so that they can get a strange sense of satisfaction.
Hu Sheng was this kind of person, so he strongly recommended it to Yang Ming.
"Friend over there, can I tell you a fortune?"
Just when Yang Ming was still hesitating whether he should go or not, a faint voice came from the crowd in front.
Although he didn't know who was speaking, the strange thing was that Yang Ming was sure that the other person was talking to him.
"Come on, my friend, I can tell you how lucky you are these days."
The voice that sounded very kidney-deficient came again, this time with a hint of trembling, as if he was very excited.
Yang Ming thought for a moment and then walked over. He wanted to see what he could figure out.
But before he could walk over, the crowd in front automatically moved out of the way, and then a young man dressed like a Taoist priest walked out of the crowd and walked towards him.