Chapter 22: Extra / Tetsuyu

"Everyone knows the spirit dynasty. The legendary ghost master of the spirit world in the last century is also the only ghost master who has reached the seventh level. If there was no repression of the spirit king in the past, everyone may be today. I did n’t have the chance to sit here and listen to my lecture. Well, today, in this theoretical class, let ’s talk about the battle of the century in the spiritual world. Countless heroes were born here. Have all the students previewed it? So ... Fang Zheyu As a descendant of the Fang family, you will first tell everyone about this history. "
Named by the teacher was a teenager who looked fourteen or five years old in the back seat. His long bangs almost covered half of his face, and a silver stud on his ears sparkled. He was yawning, and everyone saw him. Looking at it, I can only stand up reluctantly.
Seeing him standing stupidly, the teacher repeated the question thoughtfully.
"You say what you think of the War of the Century in the Spirit World."
"Um, it's the ghost who rebelled against you, and then Lord Fang Chao led a group of people and laid them down again, and signed what ... treaty?" Fang Zheyu scratched his head and concluded, "In short, they are itchy It's owing! "
The classmates around laughed.
The teacher reluctantly asked him to sit down and clicked on the name of another student, "Fang Yu, you."
A young boy in the front row stood up, his voice was clear and pleasant, and he slowly said, "This war broke out in xxxx in xxxx. The ghost king disappeared. The ghost repairmen had no leader. They took the opportunity to invade the human world. The Huaxia Ghost Division Association quickly In response, Fang Chao, then the chief of the Fang clan ... The students believe that this war has three main meanings for the human world, the spiritual world and the ghost world ... "
The teacher smiled with satisfaction. Thinking that this child is only in his tenth year, he is so intelligent and has excellent physical talents. Maybe there will be some great achievements. He is indeed a descendant of Fang family. Suddenly he thought that the same one was also Fang family master. Fang Zheyu, could not help but lament in his heart that his family was different.
The students also looked at each other Yu Yu worship.
Only Fang Zheyu stared out the window, plugged in a headset, and didn't care about his cousin's genius cousin.
Anyway, in everybody's eyes, he is nothing compared to that person's hair, but it is just a waste material that can't absorb the soul's power. His character is probably arrogant. He can't learn to act like Fang Yu. It was awkward, if it wasn't for the old man to force him, he wouldn't be too rare in this spiritual world to break the school.
Even when wearing headphones, people are full of praise for that genius, and always compare him with Fang Zheyu, as if this can set off Fang Yu's aura more.
Alas, it's so awkward.
Isn't it a good birth and Fang Cang who has a "second legend" as his grandpa?
At this time, if you can counterattack like a protagonist of those novels, you can just slap your face.
Unfortunately, he is not the main character.
Fang Yu isn't, but he is just a little boy who has a bad grade and a long tail. He wants him to say that the real protagonist and the winner of life must be counted by his legendary character, Fang Chao.
He grew up listening to the legendary story of Fang Chao, and has been around in a circle since his childhood, so he has also been brainwashed.
That man is absolutely perfect, just like the omnipotent protagonist in the comic.
Fang Zheyu thought so, and rejected Fang Yu's invitation to have lunch together. With both hands in his pants pockets, he walked to the deserted lawn after school alone.
He looked at the blue sky, his thoughts drifted away for a while.
Since when did he become like this?
It's not that I haven't worked hard, not that I don't expect the people around me to approve, or that I'm going to be muddled all my life.
It just seemed that no matter how much effort he put in, this body would prove to him a joke.
A ghost catcher can't store soul power, should he rely on brute force to conquer ghosts?
"For so many years in our house, you have come out of this indisputable waste!" The old man's words always echoed in his mind from time to time.
Even if blood similar to that person is flowing in the body, it is nothing to supplement him.
Fang Zheyu closed his eyes and felt the light breeze blowing in summer.
"Hey, kid."
He was startled, sat up and looked around, and saw a man in a white robe fluttering in the old tree not far behind him.
The man had a handsome face, a paper fan in his hand, and looked at him with a smile.
Fang Zheyu immediately tightened.
Even though he is weak, he can clearly feel that this is a ghost, and it is only a ghost of unfathomable strength.
"Don't worry, I just want to talk to you next."
"who are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is who you are." The man appeared next to him for a moment, and he couldn't see clearly.
"Ah, boy, I'm troubled. I can be your faithful listener."
He didn't feel malicious from this ghost, he was a little relieved, but he took a few steps away, and said angrily: "What trouble? Master, I live a smart, carefree day?
"How about cheating."
Fang Zheyu froze for a moment, and suddenly met the man's eyes with a gentle smile, his heart touched inexplicably, and somehow lay down.
The two quietly looked at the scenery in the distance. Fang Zheyu finally opened his mouth and chatted with the mysterious ghost Xiu one by one.
He attributed the reason to the familiarity this ghost gave him.
The two had a chat with each other, but the man suddenly approached him and said, "Do you know, you smell ..."
He took a breath.
"... like an old friend down there." The man smiled, as if looking at something through him, "very delicious."
"When you exist, you have meaning, and no one can deny it."
Fang Zheyu froze.
The man sighed, opened his arms and gave him a cold hug.
"Come on, boy."
The man disappeared.
Suddenly there was more weight in his hand, and he lowered his head.
It's a weird long knife.
The knife was heavy, he held it in his hands, his eyes suddenly wet.
What a cry, I'm the protagonist of the world.