Vol 2 Chapter 172: Empty campus

There was not a single figure in the corridor.
Empty and silent.
The building seemed to lose its vitality in a moment and became lifeless.
"These people are too fast," Zheng Qing muttered, looking at the empty corridor in front of him.
His voice was very clear in the quiet corridor.
No one answered.
The ghosts wandering in the teaching building whimpered like weeping behind the wall, and occasionally came out through the wall, scraped a few strands of their remains by the wall covering, and left traces of their passing in the air. It looks milky white and hazy, like a window with icy flowers in winter, and like the mist that evaporates from the surface of Linzhong Lake in the morning.
Whispers were heard from time to time between the tall portraits hanging on both sides of the corridor. Those idols whose bodies have long been decayed and only a trace of spirit survived, relying on the slightest thoughts in people's hearts, survived. Although he still retains some thinking ability, the truly wise soul has long gone.
Same as ghost.
Because of the influence of obsession, the portraits in these wooden frames will always turn into the old lady with broken mouth in the dead of night, whispering to the empty corridor to tell the glory of the past.
These voices disturbed the young wizards.
"Hold your cry!" Zhang Jixin finally couldn't help it, clenching his fist, banging heavily on the gray wall, making a dull sound.
The ghosts seemed to be taken aback, sobbing and belching their original miserable sobs; the idols in the frame also stopped whispering and looked at the grumpy young wizard in surprise.
Then they were angered.
It was like a dam that had just been washed away by the flood, and it was like a hornet's nest stabbed on the ground by a bamboo pole.
The counterattack of these remaining thinking bodies erupted in a more violent manner.
Roars, roars, and howling screams of ghosts and wolves, accompanied by creepy negative emotions, spread rapidly in the secluded corridor.
For a while, Zheng Qing seemed to be drawn into the ghost film.
A chilly air came out of unknown places, licking their necks, earlobes and ankles; one after another ghost cry came from all directions, which made people uneasy.
From time to time, there will be a few ghosts with drooping tongues, rolling eyes, and hanging upside down from the ceiling abruptly, scaring this team of new students to death.
Zhang Jixin seemed to understand that he was in trouble, and with his gloves, he rushed to the front of the team without saying a word, clearing the way for everyone.
Zheng Qing clasped a stack of talisman paper in his hand, and hung the shiny black donkey hoof around his neck, carefully following the team to hold the battle for everyone.
Even Fatty Xin, who has always been nervous and leaping, has kept quiet in this atmosphere.
After walking out of the gate of the Bishop’s Building and coming to the bright sunshine, the howling of those thinking bodies gradually faded.
The slightly depressed atmosphere in the team finally eased.
"I said, the school is too used to them." Zhang Jixin turned his head and glared at the gloomy bishop's building, and said angrily: "How can we let the souls of a group of dead people stay where we are in class?"
"Indeed, it's not good for Feng Shui." Fatty added afflictedly.
"You are the standard racial discrimination... Ghosts are not the souls of dead people, they belong to a special form of life." Duan Xiaojian dryly corrected in the team: "As one of the five major races in the Lower Moon Council, ghosts There is also a seat for the Senate... If the reporter of the Beta Town Post knows your statement, it is time to write about the teaching philosophy of the college."
"As if who cares." Zhang Jixin hummed, but finally closed his mouth and didn't continue to speak badly.
"I think they are just to scare us," Zheng Qing finally recovered and reminded: "We ran from the deepest part of the second floor to outside the teaching building. It took us almost five minutes... if those ghosts really planned to do Something, maybe we are still spinning around in the stairwell."
"You mean ghosts hit the wall?" Duan Xiaojian was very interested and leaned forward: "I know that old ghosts like this trick to confuse people, but I have never met... You are a public student, you must I have seen it, right."
Zheng Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed twice without answering.
"In fact, I just wanted to ask," Fatty Xin pinched his chin and looked at Xiao Xiao with a heavy expression: "Dr. Xiao, you asked Mr. Sima in class...do you have any questions about your husband?"
"I still need to ask?" Zheng Qing's voice suddenly increased by seven to eight degrees, and exclaimed, "Of course it's a'slender lady, a gentleman is so beautiful'."
His voice appeared very loud in the small square, and even a faint echo could be heard.
Xiao Xiao had originally held his notebook and walked silently in the team with a straight face, but at this moment, she suddenly stopped.
"Do you feel that there are fewer people around you?" His eyebrows were raised high and his expression was a little puzzled: "Where did the people go at noon?"
"get out of class is over, of course there is no one in the teaching building... Don't change the subject!" Fatty Xin grabbed Xiao Xiao's shoulder and asked with a strong attitude: "You can make it clear first. What is your intention in asking the beautiful lady Sima!"
Xiao Xiao squinted at him, helped his glasses, and did not answer.
"It seems that people are really missing a lot~EbookFREE.me~Zheng Qing squinted and shook his head a little groggy.
Although it is now the autumn season, the prestige of the autumn tiger is not bad at all, and the noon sun is still very vicious.
The dazzling light penetrates the thin clouds and falls on the ground without any cover, a dazzling patch, walking on the road, making people dizzy.
"Maybe it's too hot?" Fatty Xin finally loosened Xiao Xiao's robe, turned his head, looked around suspiciously, and guessed: "It's hot, who wants to stay outside!"
"Why no one commented..." Duan Xiaojian stuck his tongue out and slumped his shoulders, his originally hunched back looked even more curved: "The Astronomical Supervisor has simulated the climate too much... it's almost enough. "
"Huh, it's not winter yet." Zhang Jixin put away his gloves and wrinkled his nose disdainfully: "Listen to my brother, those who care about climate like to come to a blizzard every three to five in winter. Then you will face the strong wind. Go to class in the snow, don’t feel too sour!"
Several people complained about the school's various rules and regulations, while walking towards Linzhong Lake under the scorching sun.
Xiao Xiao walked in the team without speaking, but the expression on his face became more and more serious.
Zheng Qing knew the reason for his stern face.
The small square in front of the Bishop’s Building was really empty.
Even on the benches under the tall and lush ferns on the edge of the square, they did not sit on them in the past, my young witches and wizards.
This is quite abnormal.
Others quickly noticed the strange message flowing in the air.
Zhang Jixin, who had always been the most courageous and didn't care about anything, also became a little nervous at this time.
"Did the school send any special notice, we didn't notice it." Zheng Qing licked his dry lips.