Chapter 45 Blood Soul

Qin Zhong smiled faintly: "Mr. Yingzi, you can't be cruel. They are really killing you. As soon as you saw me, they put all the charms out of their mouths. What do you want me to do? Will your future husband die in the mission area?"

"Less stinky fart, I'm not here for anything else, just want to prove whether you killed those students, yes, no, no, why waste so many words?"

"What I said is true, and I almost didn't come back. Thanks to being saved by a female ghost, otherwise, I'm afraid I will become a corpse now."

"Female ghost? Do you like him?"

Qin Zhong's numb face and dry mouth said, "I repeat, it's not that I like him. I mean that he abandoned the same thing as life for me. It's not that your students can actually think of the trick of inviting a heavenly master at the last minute. I, Qin Zhong, won't put them to death, and I'm almost. There, the soul returns to the west.

"Well, please remember the few words I left for you on paper. At the end of our conversation today, let's wait for the parents of the students to deal with you, but I think if they meet, naturally none of us can escape the relationship."

Qin Zhong knew that Yingzi did not come to him for those students' affairs. The most important thing should be on the note, so he didn't say anything more and let Yingzi leave.

When he picked up the note left by Yingzi, he suddenly felt like a national hero, with a sense of burden and responsibility that he had never had before.

"Japanese militaristic restoration, the notorious kamikaze special attack team seems to be in the process of restructuring. Now many students in the school have been involved in this restoration idea, and many of them are one of them, so you should be particularly careful when walking. If you do it, cut the grass and get rid of it."

How many years has it been since Qin Zhong saw these words? Is the Japanese cabinet still going to do this? Three days to worship ghosts, this has caused such a thing. Do they really want to make a comeback? What is the idea of this famous family?

He burned the note with fire. He knew the reason why Yingzi came to send the note. Looking back, the next thing he had to do was to drag out the ghostly students one by one in the school, but to have evidence, at least make them notorious, so that Hu Dajun would have a chance to use the power of his troops to kill him. Kill them one by one.

In another week, it will be the annual ghost-eating activity of the Tomb College, which is just in time for July 14. It seems that it is necessary for me to take this opportunity to make a big move.

He casually turned on the computer, searched on the campus website, and saw all kinds of activities on the website.

"Let's get a light in advance and see what these activities are." Qin Zhong clicked crazily on the web page, but every time he entered an introduction, there were only two words "confidential" on the web page. "Damn, what kind of activity is this? I have seen more than a dozen, and they are all confidential. Do I have to wait until that day to see it?"

He thought, and suddenly felt that his body was surging with endless strength. He didn't wait for him to move, and his whole body seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. If he didn't move, he had to work hard to eat milk.

"What's wrong?" Qin Zhong was very surprised. He looked at his arm, his blue veins jumped around, and the muscles on his body kept expanding.

"It's bad. Did you eat that grid's blood beads that made it like this?" He opened the website again and took a look at the introduction of Xuezhu, but he was still disappointed. There were more than 180 introductions about Xuezhu, each of which was contradictory and should not be followed, which made Qin Zhong very angry.

In desperation, he had to give up his thoughts, sit on his knees and calm down. After half an hour, he felt that his body had recovered. Then he went out of the dormitory door, took the bonus he had just got, and rode out of school on a motorcycle.

When I got to the town, I still found the owner of the blacksmith's shop and gave him the Yinyang beads and the remaining steel knife: "Boss, please modify this knife as before."

The owner of the blacksmith shop looked back and forth with yin and Yang beads and steel knives, and then looked at Qin Zhong, with an unhappy look on his face: "Qin Zhong, Qin Zhong, there is something wrong with your knife. If I finish refining, I'm afraid he will go to his real meaning. Also, you boy has a strange power, which is not a good thing to me.

"What?" Qin Zhong didn't know that a blacksmith could actually say this. He knew what was going on with his steel knife. The old mushroom stayed inside. After all, in the ancient tomb college, he couldn't come out casually, but he couldn't escape the blacksmith's eyes. The blacksmith was a god and his own body. He really felt something wrong when he came. , does he really know something?

"Uh! I don't know if the master said that there is something wrong with my body. What's the problem?

"What's the problem? You don't know yourself? Where can I test it by myself to see how many days you can live? The boss of the blacksmith's shop was very harsh and threw an electronic blood pressure meter to Qin Zhong.

Qin Zhong tied his arm, pressed the button, and the blood pressure meter began to move. Before long, the data above made Qin Zhong sweat coldly.

High pressure 300, low pressure 200, heartbeat zero.

"What? How can this... be like this?" Qin Zhong suddenly thought of the blood beads, which were indeed for the dead, but there was no heartbeat. Where did the blood pressure come from? If he didn't have a heartbeat, would it prove that he was no longer a human being?

The blacksmith's speed was very fast this time. In a few minutes, he assembled the steel knife, because during the last time he refined the knife, he had dug the ball groove of the second steel knife. This time, he only put two beads on the top, so it was very fast.

"Young man, have you seen it? The knife is ready. Your friend hasn't gone in yet. Let's see what to do. Otherwise, I will introduce you to the Liu Magic Doctor in the town. He has studied these strange diseases."

"Oh, okay, I'll give you the money first."

"Forget it, I collected all the money this time, and you sent me a knife last time and got rid of a lot of trouble. I haven't thank you yet. Go, the lowest house in the northwest corner of the town is Dr. Liu. Keep your money there. If you don't go, I don't think I'll see you again next time. "

Qin Zhong hurriedly thanked him rudely and hurried out of the blacksmith's shop. The old mushroom followed Qin Zhong lazily and said, "Bad boy, it was so easy for me to raise my soul. You have to disturb my rest. When did you get blood on my body? This is a very troublesome thing."

"Do you know the blood soul?"

"Of course, it's just a dead ghost who puts the soul in his body that preserves his appearance into your body and makes you temporarily come back to life. Haha, maybe you are now the same as me, you are all ghosts!"

"Bullshit, don't gloat there. I, Qin Zhong, am not in the mood to play ghosts with you." As he spoke, he got on a motorcycle and went straight to the place mentioned by the blacksmith. Before the door, an old man who looked old came out.

Qin Zhong got out of the car, and the old mushroom held his arms and floated in the air to watch.

The old man looked at Qin Zhong and looked at the old mushroom behind him: "Which one of you two wants to see a doctor?"

Hmm? Strangely, this old man can see the old mushroom. It is reasonable that ordinary people can't see the real body of the old mushroom unless he wants to. He turned his head to look at the old mushroom, which shook his head without saying more.

Qin Zhong whispered, "Are you Dr. Liu?"

"Exactly, it seems that both of you need to see a doctor. You are both very ill."

Qin Zhong was puzzled that even if he solicited business, there was no such thing. He said he was sick when he met.

"Well, okay, then show both of us." Before Qin Zhong finished his words, there was a thief's smile on his face. With a wave of his big hand, a sticky thing patted Qin Zhong's forehead.

Qin Zhong only felt black in front of him, and his body took the opportunity to lean over and fell to the ground.

The Liu Shen medical hand touched Qin Zhong's chest for a long time before grabbing a round, red thing.