He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Lin Yue looked down at the crooked and messy talisman in her hand, which still had the pungent smell of cinnabar on it.

She glanced up and saw Yang Guang's smug, nonchalant demeanor.

He stuffed it directly into the pocket of his police uniform jacket.

Upon seeing this.

Yang Guang pulled out the three little paper figures, which had been given an important mission, from his sweatpants pocket.

Especially that fluorescent green thread.

Under the faint moonlight, it emitted a kind of two-dimensional light pollution that transcended the understanding of carbon-based life.

"Alright."

"No matter what you see later, don't say a word, just follow behind me."

The group immediately nodded.

We dared not delay even for the slightest bit.

Yang Guang put his index and middle fingers together and casually tapped the foreheads of the three paper figures three times.

A flick of the wrist.

Three small yellow paper figures flew out of my hand and landed lightly on the cement steps.

then.

A bizarre scene unfolded.

The three little paper figures were not lying flat on the ground, but standing upright with their two short, unevenly cut legs slightly bent.

The paper figure hopped and skipped up the stairs.

Extremely fast.

They even maintained a uniform, eerie gait.

The principal couldn't help but tremble, while the head of the teaching department covered his mouth tightly with both hands.

They were afraid of making even the slightest sound.

Lin Yue's eyes widened.

The detective's materialistic and scientific worldview collapsed once again in the face of these three disco-like paper figures.

Yang Guang turned his head, gesturing for them to follow.

So the four of them tiptoed down the stairs to the fourth floor.

The door to dormitory 404 was wide open.

The strong, burnt smell of roasted meat was still pungent.

The three little paper figures had already jumped onto Zhang Ming's, Li Qiang's, and Wang Lei's empty beds and lay down straight.

Yang Guang led the three of them to a dead corner against the wall in the corridor and whispered, "Now we just have to wait."

"I just don't know if my senior will fall for it."

In the blink of an eye.

An hour passed quietly, and the hands of the watch pointed to 12:30 a.m.

Apart from the occasional draft in the corridor, there was nothing wrong with it.

Forget about ghosts, not even a single mouse came out!

Yang Guang scratched his messy hair.

I'm completely at a loss.

Not right.

Why aren't they playing by the rules?

This female ghost senior is such a shut-in!

It's past midnight and I've already delivered the free baby chicken set meal to your door.

They won't even open the door?

This is incredibly disrespectful to the last Celestial Master!

Or are you extremely dissatisfied with the appearance of these three oddballs?

Also.

One was the village chief's stench from defecating, another was the old lady who peeked at her while she was bathing, and the third was the one who collected secondhand men's underwear.

This female ghost was a well-known school beauty in life, and even after she died and turned into charred remains, her aesthetic standards were still up to par.

They probably found these materials too smelly and offensive, which was quite disgusting.

Yang Guang touched his chin.

If the bait for catching big fish isn't fishy enough, then you'll have to add some real blood.

My gaze shifted.

It precisely locked onto the headmaster of studies, who was curled up like a ball not far away.

The fat pig was holding the reflective braised egg in its hands, its obese body trembling with each breath.

Every now and then, he would raise his hand and press hard on the yellow talisman stuck to his body.

Confirmed that the life-saving item is still there.

This old guy talks nonsense all day in the office, saying he was in Chongqing for a meeting but happened to be absent.

The causal threads wrapped around his body were so black they were practically glowing.

It is definitely inextricably linked to that fire back then!

If the female ghost won't eat the inferior feed, then let's bring out the main course!

Yang Guang stood up casually, stretched lazily as if to show off, and moved his wrists, making two crisp cracking sounds from his knuckles.

He moved his long legs and walked unsuspectingly behind the head of the teaching department.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention, Yang Guang brought his right index and middle fingers together and shot them out like lightning.

The yellow talisman was torn off with extreme smoothness.

However, at that very moment, the temperature in the air suddenly soared.

The originally whitish wall paint instantly turned yellow and black, and large patches of it curled up and peeled off.

In the gaps between the wall tiles.

It emitted a thick, visible black smoke.

A suffocating heatwave assaulted everyone's faces.

The head of student affairs suddenly sprang to his feet, flailing his arms wildly in the air, his voice cracking as he cried out, "It's so hot!"

"Why is it suddenly so hot?"

On his obese back, the expensive fabric of his suit instantly turned black and emitted acrid white smoke.

The principal is the closest.

The few remaining sparse strands of hair on the top of his head curled instantly under the high temperature, emitting an extremely disgusting burnt smell.

Lin Yue quickly drew her sidearm from her waist.

Hands clasped tightly.

The gun barrel swept rapidly across the blind spots of the surrounding corridor.

Apart from the billowing black smoke and the distorted, high-temperature heat that appeared out of nowhere, there was no physical target at all!

The fire engulfed the entire dormitory in an instant.

Everywhere she looked, there were raging flames. The intense feeling of suffocation and the burning sensation on her skin made Lin Yue grit her teeth and put her sidearm back into its holster.

Braving the terrifying heat that almost set his police uniform ablaze, he burst out of the dormitory.

however.

When she ran out of the dormitory, she found that the scene in the stairwell was even more horrifying.

She looked up and scanned the space in front of her, her mind instantly going completely blank.

The school's night sky, which was originally deathly quiet, was now illuminated as bright as day by the towering flames.

The air was filled with charred paper ash and sparking wood chips.

Lin Yue turned her head sharply, only to find that all the buildings in front of her had changed!

The walls of the entire dormitory building have lost the white paint that was later applied during renovations, revealing mottled red bricks and cement plaster.

The aluminum alloy window frames in the corridor have disappeared, replaced by old-fashioned wooden lattice windows.

Several of the doors had been licked apart by flames, and black smoke billowed out of the holes.

The motion-activated lights in the hallway are also gone.

Hanging overhead was a pull-cord incandescent light bulb, its tungsten filament flickering and dancing with a dying light amidst the thick smoke.

Countless figures surged past her, all of them female students wearing old-fashioned school uniforms.

The design of those school uniforms was completely different from what we have now.

White collared shirt, dark blue pleated skirt.

The cuffs also bore an old school badge that had been abandoned more than twenty years ago.

A girl with pigtails rushed down from upstairs, her shoulder slamming into Lin Yue's arm, slamming her against the wall.

Lin Yue's back hit the peeling paint on the wall.

But the girl didn't stop at all.

He didn't even turn his head.

She let out a sharp, distorted scream and staggered as she continued to rush downstairs.

More people poured down from the building.

Cries, screams, and calls for help were mixed with the loud crackling sound of wood being consumed by flames.

Lin Yue instinctively reached for the pistol at her waist.

The moment her fingers touched the holster, she stopped abruptly.

The holster is still there.

The sidearm is still there.

He was still wearing his dark blue modern police uniform.

She alone is someone who doesn't belong to this era.

What is this?

Hallucination?

No.

The vibrations from the concrete steps beneath my feet were real.

The pain of the scorching air hitting my cheeks was real.

The force that pulls you down with the crowd is also real.

Lin Yue is a police officer, and her professional instincts took over her mind in the midst of the chaos.

My first reaction wasn't to scream or break down, but to quickly turn my head and search for Yang Guang and the others amidst the billowing smoke and the running crowd.

As a result, the entire fourth-floor corridor was filled with nothing but female students running downhill and a raging fire.

I couldn't find even a single familiar face.

Was she alone?