I was exhausted, and it was rare for me to chat with them. So I sat down cross-legged on the roof of the school building and watched them doing things.
Soon, the students and teachers returned to the school, and those who saw the monster were also placed in the open space at the school gate.
Memories about monsters are easy to delete. Just a few simple spells and a blink of the eye can make these people lose their memories of the time and place. However, the explanation of why some people have disappeared is very cumbersome and requires more than a dozen processes.
, only then can ordinary people believe that these issues have become facts.
The day passed quickly, and when night fell, I had re-strengthened my body with spiritual energy, and the school had basically returned to its previous calm. The principal, who had a relationship with the flower director, somehow came back.
Out of curiosity, I jumped down from the tall building and landed right in front of him with a crash.
"You're welcome and well. You were very polite before. Why are you back now?"
I deliberately choked the principal. After all, before things developed to this situation, he didn't like us at all. If the problem had been discovered at that time, maybe the situation would be much better than it is now.
Half of the children are gone, and so many families have to have their children's memories wiped away, making them believe that the child died a long time ago due to the negligence of a family member.
I had already made up my mind that if the principal dared to say anything that had nothing to do with him, I would make him doubt his life.
Sure enough, just as I thought, the principal had a stern look on his face, filled with sadness and helplessness, and said a lot, summed up in just four words: It's none of my business.
I smiled slightly and nodded. When he was talking about how sad he was, I said, "What's your mother's surname?"
The principal was stunned for a moment, and before he could react, I slapped him in the face. He was stunned and shouted, "How can you hit someone? How amazing are righteous people?"
I stamped my foot forward and yelled: "I'm so damn awesome, if you have the ability, you can take care of this shit and save those children from death!"
Before the principal could wake up from my roar like a lion's roar from Hedong, I opened my bow from left to right and slapped him dozens of times in succession. He doubted his life.
It's a pity that I couldn't continue playing in an infinite loop. When I felt it was almost done, I stopped.
The principal is still standing physically at this moment, but his soul has already knelt down.
With a snap, the principal fell to the ground. I walked over and asked him if he knew whether he deliberately allowed ghosts to cause trouble in the school.
The principal didn't speak, his face still had an expression of anger. I don't care what expression he had. He slapped three big ear-scratchers with his backhand. He was instantly confused and tears flowed from his eyes.
I asked again if the channeling was really done, and what kind of benefits did they give you, medicine to treat impotence or money?
The principal's mouth trembled and he uttered some words. I listened for a long time and suddenly became furious. The old man didn't speak. The words that came out of his mouth were simply: I, I, I...
The most peculiar thing is that in order to make it difficult for me to hear clearly, he also made the word "I" into a long and short sound in a long and ups and down way. Anyone who heard it would think that he was saying a sentence.
If I just asked casually to cause trouble before, but now the principal is perfunctory with me and is playing such a trick, I am a little unsure whether he really has some ulterior deal involved.
Soon, as I continued to ask questions and the pain caused by the slaps, the principal showed signs of relenting. I took advantage of the victory and slapped him, asking him to tell the key points. What happened, but he suddenly
He tilted his neck and fainted.
I stood up, rubbed my head, and felt confused. The principal just talked about a lot of memories and things from my childhood. Suddenly, I realized that this guy must be tricking me again, otherwise he wouldn't be talking about the key points.
time to faint.
I grabbed the principal's collar and carried him on my shoulders. Not to mention, at his age, he has not gained weight even in the position of principal.
Soon, I came to the door of the principal's office, took out the key from his pocket and opened the door. I threw him on the ground and began to torture him. Sure enough, he woke up after a few beatings.
, his face was full of begging for mercy, but his words still had meaning, as if I was a pervert who was enjoying torturing him.
Suddenly, a figure appeared outside the door. I was shocked. I breathed a sigh of relief after I saw it clearly. The person who came was none other than the flower arrangement director. His face was now haggard than before. It seemed that the monster in the mirror world was passed through the flower arrangement by someone behind the scenes.
His long life as a bridge was transferred to the real world, which dealt a huge blow to his body.
Just as I was about to speak, the flower director suddenly ran over and hugged my leg, and kept saying: I can't do it, I can't do it.
What's going on? I have black question marks all over my head.
The director suddenly burst into tears and said what a good person the principal was and how much effort he had put into this school. The last sentence left me speechless. He said: Do you know how hard he works?
I tried my best to control the anger in my heart, threw away the flower director who was obviously abnormal, and whispered: "Please stay away and watch, don't come over. Be careful, I will beat you too."
After saying that, I was about to roll up my sleeves and continue working. The flower arrangement director, like a protective servant, came up and hugged my legs.
Now I felt that something was very wrong. It was fine before. Although I favored the principal's side, at least I had some tolerance. But now, I am in a completely abnormal state, just like in the feudal era.
An old servant in the landowner's house.
The corner of my eye twitched involuntarily, and the spiritual energy burst out suddenly. I first tied up the flower arborist tightly and threw him aside, then I grabbed the principal and started a new round of torture.
The time soon reached one o'clock in the morning, and the surroundings were eerily quiet, but the quieter it was, the more eerie the principal's wailing sounded.
I have discovered something is wrong. The simplest proof is that he was not knocked unconscious. If an ordinary person was beaten like this, he would have fainted two or three hours ago.
Later, I also discovered that the principal was not afraid at all, as if it was impossible for me to hurt him if I hit him with this intensity.
In this way, my face turned red, and I felt that my IQ had been greatly insulted, and I began to use spells for torture. Soon, I found that all the previous efforts were in vain, and I had to use a method to treat ghosts from the beginning.
It's the right attitude to treat the principal.
Soon, the flower director started roaring completely, shouting, "Don't do this, don't do this."