Chapter 29 Advanced Goods

Looking at Qin Zhong coming out of the fire, he couldn't help sighing. Some people even felt a kind of horror.

Qin Zhong smiled and said, "Does the pediatrics still want to torture me?"

"What? Is he really all? Everyone present was dumbfounded, and there was no trace of fire on Qin Zhong's body.

Qin Zhong sneered, "I don't want to investigate today's incident for the time being, but you!" He pointed to the student who burned himself: "You have to pay for everything you have done today."

As soon as Qin Zhong's words fell, there was a touch of dust under his feet, and his whole body stood in front of the student who put the charm. He waved one arm and a loud mouth shouted on the man's face: "This is just a reminder for you. Don't forget today's event. If you have a chance in the future, you will fall into my hands. "

The slap of the whole audience was extremely silent, which was unbearable. Qin Zhong's words seemed to deter everyone present like a bolt from the blue.

"You, Tianshimen, will watch the fun behind our psychology in the future." Qin Zhong is not crazy, but only by saying this can he protect his identity. At worst, it will attract some hatred in the campus, but if he wants to investigate the ninja's matter, he should have saved it.

Ichiro Kusada came to Qin Zhong and said, "Qin Zhong, today's matter is not ours. Since you can catch the runaway zombies, you are not ordinary people. We also feel the charm of psychology you have learned from the video. It's better to forget about today's matter. I will accept this ninja knife. This is Money."

Qin Zhong saw a dozen of money in Ichiro Kusada's hand and showed a rare smile on his face: "Well, this is still interesting. Do you want the magic money just now?"

"No, it's all about learning consumption. Even if it's investigated, it's me." Ichiro Kusada said so. Although those students had some scruples about Qin Zhong, they were still indignant and dissatisfied.

Qin Zhong took the money, pretended to get what he wanted, and left the classroom.

After he left the classroom, Ichiro Kusada's face instantly turned into a solemn color. He clenched it with one hand and admitted that he had suffered a loss.

"Big boss, teacher, why don't you take action?"

Ichiro Kusada shook his head and said, "This man, no one we are present can control him. It seems that I'm really thinking of another way. It's better to find this person." He said this and opened a letter in his pocket with a person's name written on it.

The student who set fire looked at the envelope and twitched on his face: "What? Is he still alive?"

Leaving the teaching building of Tianshimen, I was inevitably very happy with two dozen pieces of money in my hand. After all, I was exhausted. Anyway, these two sums of money can be regarded as a help in the snow.

Returning to his dormitory, Qin Zhong was very depressed. Fortunately, his steel knife calmed down the audience just now. He felt that there were many masters of Tianshimen in the crowd. In addition, there seemed to be some unknown existence in that classroom, which seemed to be ghosts.

Originally, as soon as the incident happened in the 137 cave, Qin Zhong had been doubting whether the old ghost was a ninja, but when he went to the Ghost Mountain, he had proved that he was not the ninja, but who was the bald man? This person was definitely a key figure, so he must find a way to lead this person out.

If Qin Zhong meets this person in person, he may be able to distinguish it clearly through characteristics such as sound movements. Now no matter what he thinks, he can't figure out who the bald man is.

The later foxes must have something to do with this Tianshimen, and in this ancient tomb college, the other side of the inverted battle is still relatively peaceful and safe, that is, this Tianshimen, which has many people, many things, and grows.

Thinking about it, he was determined to start from the Heavenly Gate and must dig out the source of the fox phantom.

Qin Zhong was thinking about it, but suddenly felt a sudden movement in his nose, and a bad smell poured in, and the strong smell was unbearable.

"Strange, what is this? It's not the smell of a corpse, is it?" Qin Zhong thought for a long time before he remembered: "Dead? Damn, it's dead again. It's troublesome to die one last time. This time it's still dead. Who is behind the scenes? He rushed out along the smell. At the end of the corridor of his dormitory, a man collapsed on the ground, and a stream of black blood like a fountain rolled out of his neck.

Seeing a pool of black blood on the ground, Qin Zhong looked around the body in surprise.

The dead person is Liang Dong, a gossip man in his class, who is willing to learn about those things in the school all day long. If something happens to him, it will definitely spread soon.

"Oh, my God, what's going on?" The fat man hurried over, because there was only one water room between the dormitory where the fat man and Liang Dong lived. He heard the movement in the corridor and rushed out.

Qin Zhong did not pay attention to the fat man. He squatted down and looked at the body that collapsed on the ground. The body held a paper knife in his hand, and there was a blood stain on the blade, and the neck of the body was cut off by the blade in his own hand, like black blood.

But seeing that Liang Dong's face seemed to be very peaceful when he died, was he also tricked? Since Mr. Ma told himself about brain waves, he has learned more about this. Many things happen because ghost brain waves have an impact on ordinary people's brain waves.

He hurriedly pulled up the body of the body. He swept the body back and forth and did not find anything wrong with the body. Was it really about the brain waves that Qin Zhong thought?

However, when Qin Zhong put down the body, he held the body's neck with his hand and plunged into Qin Zhong's palm at the large vertebrae of the back of his neck.

He suddenly pulled his hand back and looked at a hair needle as thin as hair. He squeezed out the hair needle and pulled out the hair needle in the back of Liang Dong's neck. He took a fixed look. This hair needle should be the thinnest acupuncture needle. The needle must have been too deep, which affected Liang Dong. The spirit, or some spell or something in the hair needle, led to Liang Dong's suicide.

But when Qin Zhong looked at Liang Dong's expression again, the comfortable look just now had disappeared, and all that was left was the pain and tension.

"Qin Zhong, what's going on?" The person who came was Chen Mu. He also heard that one of his students had died, so he hurried to come.

Qin Zhong handed the needle in his hand to Chen Mu and said, "Do you know who can use this needle in our college?"

Chen Mu held the hair needle in his hand and looked back and said, "There is only such a trick, but this major has not been set up in our college, because there are not enough teachers now, and we have not hired a considerable giprofes."

"Dement? Yunnan gis?"

"Yes, this hair needle is normally a thing in traditional Chinese medicine, but it will have other wonderful uses in magic, such as disturbing people's minds, which is a great trick."

"In addition to the condensation of the magic, and then insert it into the important acupuncture points of the target. In fact, many toxins have penetrated into the important parts of the target along the hair needle." Qin Zhong followed Chen Mu's thinking and analysis.

Chen Mu nodded and looked at Liang Dong: "No matter where the hair needle is, it is different from acupuncture needles, because their materials are different. From the analysis of the magic I have dabbled in, this hair needle should be an extremely rare metalized into water, and then brushed, which itself is very serious for the human body. The impact of

"So, the person who killed Liang Dong should be a master of magic, right?"

"You must have a cultivation level of more than ten years, otherwise, it is impossible to be fascinated. After this needle is pierced into the acupuncture point, it is broken by the backhand, so that people can't see any flaws. Who is this? Why can such a high-level hair needle be used on an ordinary student? I don't have many students, but one is missing.