With a pop, the Taomu sword in Hua Dao Chang's hand pierced the man's heart, and blood gushed out. I felt happy, and I was just thinking about how to make his death more uncomfortable, when I saw the Taomu sword in Hua Dao Chang's hand suddenly slashed.
Half of the man's chest was torn apart, and his body landed at the entrance of the meat grinder with a loud thud.
My heart was beating wildly, and I swallowed, thinking that the flower priest would not be so cruel, but I saw him suddenly kicking the man on the butt, and an explosive scream broke out, and the man at the entrance
He was still holding the mouth of the machine with his hands, but soon he lost strength and his arms fell down.
Gradually, the body hanging limply was completely swallowed up by the running meat grinder. Blood spattered throughout the process, and the hem of the flower priest's robe was stained with a lot of blood.
Then I wrapped the souls of the two children who were still paralyzed on the ground with spiritual energy, brought them to the flower arrangement director, and asked him how to recover.
The flower arrangement director shook his head, waved his hand upward, and two strands of golden light shot out from his sleeves. The souls of the two children were slowly pieced together. Finally, I saw their faces clearly. But what disappointed me was that these two children
The soul is not the soul of Gong Yuhuan's child.
Just when I was feeling weird, the vat next door suddenly shook violently. I resisted the nauseating smell, walked over and opened the vat. I saw eight souls flying out, all of them children's souls, but there was still nothing we were looking for.
goals. But I still collected them all, and when I went back, I transcended them all.
Until the man in the meat grinder was completely ground, and there were large pieces of bones piled on one side of the ground, and a large pile of finely minced meat on the left, the flower director and I were ready to leave.
Suddenly I remembered my first thought after seeing this kind of meat grinder. I turned off the power switch of the meat grinder and kicked the machine sideways, using all my strength.
There was a bang. Although the meat grinder was huge, I still kicked it and slammed it against the wall. The outer shell was dented to a large extent, and the chain connected to the motor below also fell off. I kicked it seven or eight times in a row, and my legs hurt.
The meat grinder lost its shape and collapsed to the ground with a clang.
To be honest, I was not happy. I thought that these things must be discussed with the principal. I expressed my thoughts and the flower director also agreed. When we went to the principal again and were left outside the door again, I felt
With a low drink, he stood up and knocked hard on the door of the principal's office.
For a while, the secretary couldn't stand it, and ran over to stop me, but I already had blood on my body, so I glanced at the secretary. Even though the secretary had a beautiful face, I gave her a hard look.
Tell her to stop talking.
The secretary turned around and left without hesitation, but the door of the office was opened without any sense. Just when I was about to put the spiritual energy thread into the office to see if anyone was there, the flower arrangement chief stood up and patted me on the shoulder, saying not to be impulsive.
, I am the principal after all.
I was confused, if the principal can just ignore people, how can he ignore the death of a student in the school?
Hanamichi took my arm, led me to sit on the sofa again, and talked about the incident that happened when he was about the same age as me.
At that time, the death of a student and the involvement of school staff in the murder occurred. In order to find the real murderer quickly, the director secretly searched everyone's room with spiritual energy. One of them should be in the room, but he was not.
Here, that person is the current principal Gao Caishu.
The flower director felt that it was particularly suspicious, so he followed up on Gao Caishu, but no further evidence was found. At this time, just after the flower director slacked off and lost track of Gao Caishu, another student died. He
He directly identified Gao Caishu as the murderer and captured Gao Caishu.
However, in the following days, a series of deaths occurred, and Gao Caishu's suspicion was self-evident. After further investigation, it was found that all the evidence pointed to another teacher named Yan Jingtian.
In this way, the flower arrangement director focused on investigating Yan Jingda, and sure enough he found a lot of evidence.
I understood in my heart that Hua Taoist Master was afraid that I would follow his old path. There was always such a shadow in my heart and I would mislead my Taoist mind.
Although Hanadaochang's starting point is good, I don't understand why he can't let go of that past?
This is now, we are not dealing with the person, and we did not say that the murderer must be the principal.
Ignoring his repeated persuasion, I came to the office door and penetrated it with spiritual energy thread. The next second I was shocked, there was no one in the office.
I felt cheated, so I ran outside to the secretary's office and asked her what was going on. She said that she had indeed never seen the principal come out.
The flower director was also shocked by this strange scene. He personally inspected the office, but like me, he didn't find this talented tree.
We left the office building and were walking in an alley outside the school gate. When we turned a corner, a fat figure suddenly appeared in my sight.
Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be the chef who had been thrown into the meat grinder by the florist before. It was kneeling on the ground crying, and its voice was so miserable that I felt that what I was seeing was not the soul of a man, but more like the soul of a mother-in-law.
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When we walked in, the chef suddenly turned around, as if he had known we were going to go this way. He turned around and knelt in front of us, kowtowing and saying that he was being wished.
This startled the flower director, and he quickly scolded him, asking why he was wronged or not, and he still wanted to make excuses when he gained both the stolen goods and the stolen goods.
I felt weird, knowing that the flower priest was afraid of getting the wrong person. If he got the wrong person this time, he might not be able to break through the psychic form in his life.
The chef hugged his head and cried, saying that his body had been snatched away and his soul had been locked near the school. Just now he saw the scene where we beheaded his body. He was originally a gentle man with a heart of glass, but he was frightened to the ground by that scene.
He didn't dare to come up and talk to us. So he came here and waited for us to cry.
I was curious, how could it know that we would definitely take such a path, and how could it cry on the road in advance?
Then the chef replied to us with a word that I couldn't refute at all: feeling.
Feeling like your mother, I almost kicked her until she told the truth.
The flower director also noticed something was wrong, but he handled it much more tactfully than I did. He grabbed the chef's soul and poured a few hands into it to make it fuller of spiritual energy. It stammered that there was someone waiting here for it, we are sure
It will help it transcend.
Hearing this, I felt even more weird. What does it mean to be sure?
I quickly released the spiritual energy thread and searched the area within a kilometer, but found no other ghosts or anyone behaving particularly strangely.