Before Yin Ren's brain could react, his body had already rushed to the position where Zhong Cheng was.
Zhong Cheng said as he leaned against the table, his face as pale as a dead person.
His chin was stained with dark red blood, and even the corners of his eyes were bleeding. With that face belonging to a teenager, he looked as fragile as a snowflake illuminated by the firelight. It was obvious that Zhong Cheng wanted to wipe it off, and there were blood stains all over his slender fingers. Within a few seconds, he vomited a large mouthful of blood and then collapsed on the chair.
The school uniform exuded a frighteningly sweet smell, and the table was covered with deep red marks.
The students all turned pale and scattered to the front of the classroom in panic. Some students even leaned against the wall and held their throats, vomiting directly on the classroom floor.
Looking at Zhong Cheng who was covered in blood, Yin Ren's thoughts stopped for two seconds.
The bloody scene of Mr. Qiu's attack that day pounded into his memory, and he almost couldn't hold back his breath.
Fortunately, Zhong Cheng said that he moaned seriously a few times, and he was quite confident and emotionally... unsatisfied. As soon as Yin Ren appeared, this person's eyes seemed to have a target, firmly fixed on Yin Ren.
Yin Ren: “…”
With Zhong Cheng's actual ability, he could just pretend to have a stomachache. To vomit so much blood in one breath, he must have eaten something he shouldn't have.
She sniffed hard and her voice was quite low.
"Come to my office." The teacher put the bottle in a plastic bag and repeated absentmindedly.
On the table was a bottle of sealed mineral water that Zhong Cheng brought with him, and he had just taken two sips of it. On the other side was a small 300ml bottle of juice soda, the bottle cap was missing, and only a layer of orange-yellow bottom remained inside.
"You said you bought it from outside the school?"
Zhong Cheng on the side hummed a few times in response.
Seeing that Luo Chunlei didn't answer, the man's spit flew everywhere, and his tone was full of regret.
"Call the police? You can, but the school will handle the matter impartially and you will be severely punished." The head teacher's voice became more serious. "When your classmate's parents make a scene, will your classmate's studies be affected by you? Will the school be affected by your incident?"
"Yes, yes, I bought more than a box according to the number of people. I remember that one of the boxes was unpacked." Luo Chunlei looked terrified and at a loss, "I also found two friends to help pack the bags and take them back to share. They can testify for me! Teacher, what should we do! Someone has poisoned us, we should call the police, right?"
"School rules state that you cannot bring in large quantities of food from outside the school." The head teacher stared at the screen and said calmly, "Now that you've gotten into trouble, it's the school's reputation that's at risk. I don't think Zhang San is in serious trouble, so let's wait for the results from the school hospital."
Luo Chunlei was crying on the chair, and I felt sorry for her. The head teacher threw the confiscated mobile phone away and repeatedly checked the soft plastic bottle of juice, but could not find any problem from the surface.
It was lunchtime and no one was in the teacher's office.
The teacher knew when to stop, his tone quickly softened, and he handed over a tissue.
It is feasible to use the gap to extract the poison, but could it be the pollution spread on campus? Helping a junior high school girl killed a security worker. Not to mention that it was totally unnecessary, even a dragon-slaying knife was used to kill a chicken.
But Luo Chunlei was just a junior high school student, how could she get a poison that didn't smell bad in two classes? Ge Tingting and Huang Jin were guarding outside the school, and if ordinary metaphysical people wanted to go in or out, they would not be able to escape the eyes and ears of those two.
"What's going on? What's going on?" The head teacher, Shanshan, came late, followed by the school doctor.
"Okay, the teacher knows you didn't mean any harm. You can apologize to classmate Zhang San and make good friends with him. This isn't a big deal. Go back now."
Yin Ren tried not to look at the blood that stabbed his eyes. He flew back behind Zhong Chengshuo and hugged the man's neck. The smell of blood filled his nose, and Zhong Chengshuo's skin felt cold and covered with sweat.
The school doctor had already helped Zhong Chengshuo up, and the latter nodded to Yin Ren imperceptibly, secretly pointing at Luo Chunlei. Yin Ren frowned, unable to take his eyes off Zhong Chengshuo's bloody clothes. Unfortunately, the situation was in front of him, and the great master, who understood the righteousness of the matter, finally made a gesture and followed Luo Chunlei.
"Thank you, teacher." Luo Chunlei said softly, blowing her nose hard.
Yin Ren was floating above the two of them, and his brows couldn't help but twitch.
"Teacher, to tell you the truth, Zhang San's parents are out of town, and his condition doesn't look serious. I will contact your parents, and they know what to do. This is an adult matter, and the adults will solve it."
"It's my fault!" Luo Chunlei tried hard to stand out from the chaotic crowd of students, her eyes red.
Comrade Xiao Zhong is no longer in the age of eating randomly, nor is he a greedy person. Yin Ren gradually calmed down his breathing and nodded to Zhong Cheng. Zhong Cheng then withdrew his gaze and continued to hum hard.
In a trance, he seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago - when he first met the messy-looking rabbit, it had no idea what the "mouth" was for. The black rabbit had chewed stones in front of him and tried to swallow gravel.
"Hand over what you just drank, hand it over! Luo Chunlei, come to my office. The duty student will clean up the blood, it's okay."
The head teacher breathed a sigh of relief visibly.
It is most likely Luo Chunlei who poisoned him, and judging from the current situation, the poisoning case that Zhong Cheng mentioned will not be reported to the police.
"But poisoning is against the law, we should call the police!" Luo Chunlei widened her eyes, her tone so innocent that it made Gui Ya jealous.
"Teacher, I took too long off. I missed seeing you all for a long time, so I ordered a box of soda... I bought it from the canteen at the school gate, and the boss helped deliver it!"
Luo Chunlei: "But Zhang San—"
"You, you, and you. I know you all have cell phones with you, hand them in." The male teacher glanced at Luo Chunlei, pursed his lips, and pointed at a few students. "Don't tell anyone about this, remember this."
Seeing the old and the young fighting against each other, Yin Ren's eyes almost rolled up to the sky. If it were the past, he would have wanted to curse each of them.
Zhong Cheng said he was lying on the bed obediently, with the quilt covering him very properly. He had an IV drip and the blood stains on his body had been wiped clean. Now, except for his pale face, he did not seem to be seriously injured.
Yin Ren let go of Zhong Chengshuo and sniffed the bottle. The strong orange flavor was mixed with a strange medicinal smell. There was no evil spirit or fierce power in it. It was definitely a poison from the human world.
"Student Zhang Hejun hasn't recovered yet, and you post another story online, guess what those people will scold you for? The teacher is doing this for your own good!"
Luo Chunlei's eyes were red, and tears were welling up: "I... I just wanted to treat everyone to soda... I understand..."
"I... I was thinking of distributing it to everyone during the break, but soon after Zhang San finished drinking it, he started vomiting blood..."
His tone was stern, and he secretly clenched his fists tightly, with veins bulging on the back of his hands. He was more nervous than Luo Chunlei who was pretending to cry. Yin Ren looked along the teacher's arm and saw the beginning of the application for teacher evaluation underneath.
"It's okay. He's stable now. No need to call an ambulance." The school doctor also made a preliminary diagnosis. "It may be a digestive tract injury. I'll take him to see a doctor."
Looking around, I saw that almost every student had a small bottle of soda on their desk, and most of them had opened the bottle and drank a lot.
First he created a renewable pollution source in the school, then he played a prank with the kids. If the big Yuanwu who occupied this place was really Mr. Le, what did he want to do
Yin Ren no longer followed Luo Chunlei. He flew towards the school hospital.
When Yin Ren entered the room, Zhong Cheng said he was watching the medicine dripping from the hose.
Next to him sat a male school worker in his forties. He had a cheerful face, but he had big bags under his eyes and his breathing was full of phlegm. He looked even weaker than Zhong Chengshuo who was lying on the hospital bed.
The man was holding an outdated collection of jokes and reading it very attentively. The school doctor was not nearby, so the man was probably here to see "Student Zhang San".
Blah.
The janitor licked his fingertips and turned the pages of the book carefully.
Zhong Cheng said that the bottle of water on the table was brought over. It was still nearly full, and the sunlight shone through the transparent plastic bottle, creating a bright spot of light on the wall. As the janitor turned the pages of the book, the spot of light swayed like a living thing.
The janitor had a strange temperament. If anything, he was still alive, but his features were full of signs of decay. His every move was filled with a sense of decadence, more like an old man who was about to die.
Yin Ren investigated carefully and did not find any trace of a cultivator on the other party.
Even so, Yin Ren subconsciously held his breath tighter. He stopped breathing completely and slowly moved to the side of Zhong Chengshuo's bed.
Zhong Chengshuo curled up with his back to the janitor and uttered a few muffled words. He covered his head with the quilt, and Yin Ren lowered his body to cooperate - being smaller also has its advantages. He put his hands on the edge of the bed and could just see Zhong Chengshuo's face through the seam of the quilt.
In the shadow under the quilt, two eyes like black holes looked straight over. Zhong Cheng did not speak immediately, but looked at Yin Ren for a long time as if he wanted to caress him with his eyes.
[I didn't drink the soda. The bottle Luo Chunlei gave me was opened beforehand.] After a while, Zhong Cheng mouthed silently, [While Luo Chunlei wasn't paying attention, I poured the drink into my bag.]
Yin Ren was speechless for a moment.
Thanks to Shian for the waterproof schoolbag. I'm afraid it didn't expect that the first crisis it faced was not an invasion by foreign enemies, but an internal crisis.
[And then?] Yin Ren blinked. Zhong Cheng was not the passive type who would sit and wait for death. He would definitely have a plan for the next step.
[I was going to pretend to feel sick to see how Luo Chunlei would react, but something really went wrong with my body... Before I vomited blood, I only drank my own water. I got that bottle of water from the security base, it was unopened, and it never left my sight today.]
Yin Ren suddenly turned his head and looked at the bottle of crystal clear mineral water on the bedside.
Zhong Cheng said that he loosened the lid on purpose. The water vapor mixed with a mellow smell, smelling no different from other mineral waters. It also had no evil aura. No matter how you looked at it, it was just an ordinary bottle of water.
Yin Ren glanced at the janitor, then tiptoed a strand of black hair into the bottle cap and gently dropped it into the water.
It's cool and slightly sweet, and tastes just fine.
Before Yin Ren frowned, a corrosive pain suddenly came from the ends of his hair. His hair seemed to be soaked in strong acid, and all his nerves screamed wildly at the same time. The fierce power in his hair was destroyed abruptly. Ling Chi estimated that this was how it felt.
What a strong poison.
But you can't kill yourself.
Yin Ren's hair did not fall off. He endured the pain and continued to analyze the toxicity of the water. Under the impact of the severe pain, Yin Ren almost failed to suppress the breath around him. He clenched his hands on the bed into fists. Seeing this, Zhong Chengshuo quickly reached out and covered the back of Yin Ren's hand with his warm palm.
Yin Ren pressed his cheek against the back of the other person's hand and calmed down for a long time.
He had seen this ability to destroy evil forces before. Back in the abandoned amusement park, Mr. Qiu had smashed Bai Yongji's pollution source coin with one shot.
That was undoubtedly the ability of a high-level elemental object, which even Yin Ren couldn't master. The method used by this large elemental object was not sniping, but its ability was not inferior to that of Mr. Qiu.
Yin Ren could taste that this poison was a mixture of powerful biological toxins and specially processed evil power.
If I were the one who drank this bottle of water, I would definitely suffer from intestinal perforation and stomach ulceration, and be in great pain. Zhong Cheng said that the part that was immune to the evil power still reacted to the biological toxin.
No, if Zhong Cheng was just a mortal, the poison should have killed him.
What's worse is that the toxin was handled very covertly. Even if he was there at the time, he would just watch Zhong Cheng say to drink the water.
Even though he knew Zhong Chengshuo's identity, Yin Ren felt a chill in his heart. He quietly reached into the quilt and touched Zhong Chengshuo's cheek.
[I'll give you some of my evil power when we get back, so you can get well soon.] Yin Ren suppressed his anger and responded silently. [The water is deep here, I'll say hello to Shi An.]
Zhong Cheng closed his eyes and leaned his head gently towards the hand. The familiar feeling of rejection jumping between their skin made people feel friendly.
"hehe."
Wow, the janitor turned another page of the joke collection. Perhaps he saw something funny, but he laughed twice.
Yin Ren then withdrew his hand, and Zhong Chengshuo also got out of the quilt. In the bright afternoon sunlight, the young Zhong Chengshuo pointed at his dry and wrinkled lips. Yin Ren thought that the man was going to say something else, so he subconsciously moved closer.
Zhong Cheng said that while turning over, he quietly adjusted his posture and his lips brushed against the tip of Yin Ren's nose.
[See you this afternoon.] Zhong Cheng said seriously, waving his fingers and making the final lip movements.
Yin Ren touched his nose, and the violence in his heart immediately dissipated. A heat was transmitted from the tip of his nose like an electric spark, rushing to his ears, and burning faintly. Perhaps it burned away his hatred, and his brain was as clear as snow.
After leaving the ward, the strange sweet and sour feeling quickly dissipated, and Yin Ren directly connected to the base—
"There is a high possibility that a large Yuan object is hidden in the school, so you all should be careful. Tell Ge Tingting and Huang Jin to act separately, and keep a close eye on Luo Chunlei's home. Oh, and Zhang Hejun is still recuperating in the hospital? Tell her not to come to school recently."
"Is it so serious?" Lu Xiaohe was a little surprised. "If it's just pollution, ordinary objects can do it too."
After all, the power of the evil spirit is equivalent to the flesh of the Yuanwu. As for whether this flesh is from a mosquito leg or a dead elephant, no one can tell. Letting a big Yuanwu come here to guard... Compared with Mr. Qiu who started killing at the first move, it is really too petty.
"I'm absolutely sure." Yin Ren emphasized, "My, ahem, the meat figurine was almost broken."
"Didn't you intentionally poison 'Zhang San'?" Lu Xiaohe really stopped typing this time. She took a breath and said, "I thought you had specially arranged it—"
"No, it was a deliberate attack. Report this to Li Nian and Fu Xingchuan, and have them prepare an emergency plan near the school."
Lu Xiaohe calmly agreed: "Well, the other party's purpose is unclear, so it is better to be cautious. That's it for now. I've got news from the hospital, I'll go check it out first."
"Wait, help me check someone else." Yin Ren stopped her, "A junior high school worker, about 40 years old, with a bitter look on his face. Check this person's background."
"Okay." Lu Xiaohe had just hung up Yin Ren's call and hurriedly picked up a WeChat call - a WeChat video request from Sun Qi'an, which she had ignored for quite some time.
After confirming that the line was encrypted, Lu Xiaohe turned off the camera and then connected.
In the picture, Sun Qi'an is pushing Zhang Hejun in a wheelchair and they are sunbathing in the hospital atrium.
"Hi, Xiao Lu." Sun Qi'an waved his hand towards the camera and smiled gently, "Sorry to bother you, but He Jun wants to tell you something... I don't really understand your work, how about you two chat?"
“I feel a little…” Lu Xiaohe was about to refuse when his vision shook violently and the phone was already in Zhang Hejun’s hand.
"Are you Sister Lu Xiaohe?"
There was an inexplicable fear in Zhang Hejun's voice, and before Lu Xiaohe could even open his mouth, she started talking rapidly.
"I... I took a nap at noon and dreamed of a very thin auntie who was crying and looking for 'Lu Xiaohe'. I thought it was a nightmare, but Sister Sun said that she had a friend named 'Lu Xiaohe'."
Lu Xiaohe's heart twitched, and she covered her mouth reflexively. It took her a long while to regain her composure: "He Jun, can you describe to me in detail what that aunt looks like?"
"She had short hair and was very skinny. She was barefoot and wore grass green checkered pajamas... Oh, and her eyebrows were very light, with a red mole under her right eyebrow."
Lu Xiaohe closed his eyes.
That was her mother, He Huan.
Her mother was wearing grass green plaid pajamas when she disappeared. Her mother particularly liked the color green, and that set of pajamas was a birthday gift she gave to her mother last year.
Lu Xiaohe's hands holding the phone became cold, the sound of blood flowing through his ears became particularly noisy, and his heartbeats beat against his eardrums. Zhang Hejun's voice was light and soft, like warm feathers, but with every word she said, Lu Xiaohe's dizziness in his head became worse.
"She was crawling on the ground, crying and screaming, looking extremely painful... Sister Xiaohe, do you know her?"
"Yes, I know her." Lu Xiaohe murmured, looking up at the flashing screen in front of him.
"Who is she?" Zhang Hejun was still asking. Even Sun Qi'an came back and looked straight at Lu Xiaohe.
Two soft and pleasant voices mixed together—
"Lu Xiaohe, who is she?"
With a click, Lu Xiaohe lost his grip on the phone and it fell onto the table. The video was still online. Although Lu Xiaohe himself did not show his face, those two eyes seemed to be able to penetrate the radio waves and pierce into Lu Xiaohe's heart.
The two people in the video seemed frozen in time. In the clear sunlight, they smiled and waited motionlessly for Lu Xiaohe's answer.
“…Who is she?” they kept repeating.
Lu Xiaohe stared at his hands in a daze.
Zhang Hejun is pitiful, Luo Chunlei is hateful. But in the final analysis, it is just a conflict between children, and it has not risen to the level of human life. The atmosphere in Haigu City Middle School is strange, but there is also the thousand-year-old master Yin Ren to suppress it. One more of her is not much, and one less of her is not much.
She came to Shi'an to adventure in order to raise money for her mother's serious illness... Now her mother is in so much pain, what is she doing? Even if Shi'an can open the passage to the other side, what can she do
I can't do anything at all, it's like a joke.
“… She is my mother.” Lu Xiaohe murmured in response.
"Is that so?" Sun Qi'an moved closer to the camera, her entire face almost pressed against the phone. The bright sunlight was blocked behind her. The entire screen was filled with only a dark flesh-brown color and an eye that didn't move.
"I'm sorry, it was just a dream. Maybe the child has seen Auntie somewhere." Sun Qi'an said softly, as if coaxing a child, "Don't take it to heart."
Lu Xiaohe did not answer.
Dark thoughts were like mold, growing wildly in her heart. They emitted a deadly bitter smell that was about to envelop all her thoughts.
The mother had been resting in the house, so it was impossible for Zhang Hejun to have seen her. The other side was connected to the dream to a certain extent, so it must have been his mother that Zhang Hejun saw.
My mother was suffering. She was left alone in the unknown, suffering every minute and every second.
Yin Ren had clearly promised her to save her mother, but now he was playing with the big Yuanwu on campus and had no intention of studying the other side to save people... Since the Yuanwu didn't cause any serious trouble, why not focus on rescuing the missing person first? Why create trouble at this critical moment
Worry, anger, disgust, panic... all kinds of emotions came flooding in, and Lu Xiaohe's eyes went dark. When she came to her senses, she had already thrown her keyboard and phone to the ground.
I don't know when the video call was disconnected. Lu Xiaohe slowly touched her cheek, which was covered with tears.
She wiped her nose with the back of her hand and collapsed on the sofa. A few minutes later, she sent a message to Ge Tingting and Huang Jin, then limped back to her computer and pulled up the school worker data with a wooden face.
Scanning through the photos one by one, she quickly found a man who matched Yin Ren's description.
Xin Qule, male, 45 years old, single. He was an ordinary office worker before. When he was 38 years old, the game company he worked for went bankrupt. After he lost his job, he couldn't find a job. He drank to relieve his sorrow and ended up in the hospital. Finally, he came to Haigu City Middle School as a school worker. His background is quite clean and there is nothing suspicious about him.
Lu Xiaohe stared at the photo for a long time and then closed the page.
Amid the dead leaves of late autumn, the janitor walked slowly back to his office carrying his outdated collection of jokes.
His office is a tiny room with room for a single bed and an old desk with scratched paint, cold food on it, and a plastic-framed table mirror.
The janitor, Mr. Le, dragged his chair and moved his face over the mirror.
However, his face was far away, and he in the mirror remained in the mirror.
"How's it going?" the gentle voice asked.
"It's about the same as you guessed."
Mr. Le used chopsticks to stir the cold stir-fried vegetables.
"Some Yuanwu has secretly infiltrated Shi'an and is currently working against us." His voice was filled with subtle fatigue. "The one who can withstand my poison must be a cub from his lineage. When his body disappeared, the new cubs didn't appear for a long time. Sure enough, they were born here."
“… Do you regret it?”
The image in the mirror was silent for a long time, asking calmly.
"You are about the same age as Sorrow, and you have been more deeply influenced by humans than Sorrow. I want to hear your thoughts - if you take this cub back now and raise it carefully, perhaps Beyond can be restored to its original appearance."
"Do you regret it, Happy?"
Mr. Le did not answer immediately.
"I like human games. From the early stone throwing games to the current video games, I like them all."
After a long silence, Mr. Le suddenly spoke like this.
"You know, this body used to be a game developer. I used to play his game seriously. "Legend of Resurrection"... You should have come across it when you were investigating the Shian 9th Group."
The image in the mirror was silent.
“For humans, ‘escaping death’ is a mystery worth pursuing for thousands of years. The theme of Resurrection Legend is the same. According to the game, you have led us through untold hardships and successfully passed the level.”
Mr. Le gave a nostalgic smile.
"We've all seen the best world, haven't we? Everything now is just a sequel to the so-called saving the world... How could there be a challenger who doesn't want to continue after his companions died, and instead clamors to delete the save file?"
"..." The image in the mirror did not answer, but only showed a bitter smile.
"I see, you're not going to turn back."
The image continued to speak in a gentle female voice.
"Thank you for your hard work on the next step. I will contact Luo Chunlei as planned."
"Go ahead."
Mr. Le put down his chopsticks and carefully put away the joke book. After cleaning up the table, the image in the mirror had returned to normal. Mr. Le looked at the mirror and pulled his hair twice, with glaring white hair scattered in his hair.
"I'm no longer fit for this role," he said softly.
Outside the door of the school janitor's office, there is a corridor a little below.
"Lu Xiaohe just warned us, why are you so aggressive?"
Huang Jin's plaintive voice echoed in the corridor.
"You were so diligent in your search, but you didn't find the thief, and you ended up being caught as a thief... Why doesn't this shabby building have an elevator?"
"Maybe you are too old. Why don't you rest here now and I will explore the upper two floors by myself." Ge Tingting spoke the truth coldly.
"Bullshit, I'm still young! And didn't Sister Lu say that we shouldn't separate?" Huang Jin panted and retorted, "And she clearly told us to take a break, are you selectively not listening?"
"We have to finish patrolling this building! We can't give up halfway." Ge Tingting was very determined. "After lunch break, we will go back."
Mr. Le trimmed his hair and straightened the wrinkled collar of his school uniform. He grabbed the thermos filled with sugar water and opened the door.
He walked down the stairs, holding onto the handrail, and encountered two young people who were busy arguing.
The moment she saw Mr. Le, Ge Tingting's pupils shrank. She bowed her head politely: "Uncle."
Huang Jin took a few steps forward and stood on the same step as Ge Tingting. He cleared his throat: "What a coincidence, you are also... you are also..."
Before he finished speaking, the janitor's thoughts suddenly turned into mosaics. Before Huang Jin could even warn him, a huge wave of happiness instantly overwhelmed him.
He had never known such happiness.
It was like soaking in a pool of warm and sweet water. All the worries and troubles turned into honey that choked his throat. All the weight seemed to disappear, and his body was as light as if only his soul was left. In the boundless joy, Huang Jin's thoughts almost stopped.
He only felt that his previous life was full of pain. At this moment, he was born in the true sense.
The temptation of money, the joy brought by friendship and love... those are just the sugar residue in the pain, which is not worth mentioning in the sweetness of the present. After tasting this taste, I am willing to die.
Supreme joy, supreme...
Suddenly, the happiness disappeared.
The extremely heavy weight of life hit him head on, and the bitter and sticky memories once again enveloped Huang Jin. He instantly collapsed to the ground and almost rolled down the stairs. He wanted to move, but his brain seemed to have been soaked in anesthetic. With his emotions going through such a drastic ups and downs, he almost lost the strength to breathe.
Huang Jin stared with his eyes wide open. In his vision, Ge Tingting was also paralyzed on the ground, foaming at the mouth and her body twitching like a epileptic.
The mosaic slowly approached, grabbed the two men by the collars, and dragged them towards the office.
“Humans are very interesting creatures.”
There were words with a phlegm sound coming from the mosaic. The voice was so low that it was hard to tell whether he was talking to himself or to them.
"Every time you get happiness, you always seek stronger stimulation. Your judgment of happiness is always changing. I have been watching. I think that your reproduction is a good thing for me..."
"Once, you were happy with simple and practical gadgets, then it was group identity, and then more complicated concepts. Recently, many people use various chemicals in an attempt to achieve the goal in one step..."
Mr. Le opened the small office and carried the two people to the wall. He panted for a while, and saw two gaps opened. Shian's communication equipment flew out of the two people's pockets and was thrown into the gap.
Ge Tingting and Huang Jin just watched without moving a finger, like puppets that had lost their souls.
The haggard "janitor" squatted down in front of the two and sighed deeply. Mr. Le stretched out his wrinkled hand and touched Ge Tingting's slightly long black hair.
"I was the 'pastor' of the team. I should have been the 'pastor' of the team."
In Ge Tingting's unblinking eyes, Mr. Le lowered his eyes sadly.
"You turned me into a Curse Master, you can't blame me."
"Goodbye, little girl, little boy."
(End of this chapter)