Nanjiu glanced at the broken steps and said to the squad leader seriously: "Clean these fragments and throw them away, clean them up."

Squad leader: "...Okay."

Finally, one of the terrifying campus stories, the thirteenth staircase.

He once had a glorious and intimidating countless people, but the rest of his life ended up in a trash dump.

Ghost students: I wish you good death, Amen.

The task of participating in at least three campus bad talks or more than three supernatural system releases has been completed.

Huan Yunyan didn't want to experience the fourth one again, she refused, very much.

Ranbai looked at the school thoughtfully, as if he had thought of something, and asked casually to the class monitor: "Do you have no teachers in your school?"

Squad leader: "...no, no."

"Sir, do you have any problems?" The squad leader hesitated for a moment, looked at Ranbai carefully, and asked tentatively.

"No problem." Ranbai leaned against the side, curled his lips and smiled: "I just want to do something for your ghost school."

Class monitor: The bad premonition is getting heavier.

Ranbai patted the sickle and whispered: "Be good, go and grab a few back. You must look good, tasteful, and teach." She paused and emphasized: "The most important thing is to look good."

Ranbai likes to appreciate all beautiful people or things.

The squad leader listened to Ranbai's words and made a big alarm, and countless thoughts passed by.

What exactly is Lord Death going to do?

When the sickle heard Ranbai's words, he shook twice and flew out.

Squad leader: Lord Death's sickle is so spiritual.

However, after a quarter of an hour, all the students in the ghost school had no desire.

They looked at the professional teachers on the podium, wearing teacher uniforms, and the words "We are professional" were written from hair to toes.

The students of the ghost school themselves don’t know how long it took for them to take classes.

After finally escaping from the troubles of class, the teacher's arms is now back!

It's simply torture.

The teacher knocked on the blackboard seriously, cleared his throat and said, "Listen to the class carefully! I'm ready for the schedule."

The teacher pushed his eyes, turned to look at Ranbai, and smiled very brightly, "Sir, do you think I can do it?"

Ranbai nodded slightly, leaned lazily at the door, his slender legs overlapped, and responded absent-mindedly.

Sleepy and want to sleep.

Ranbai flipped through the Chinese books on the podium and threw out a stack of ghost coins. His voice was very light: "Customize textbooks, materials, papers, etc. directly, buy whatever is missing. This school is too ugly. Pretend it, and it is not short of funds, and you can just make a fortune." Ranbai lifted his eyes, glanced at the school uniforms worn by the students, and said with his lower jaws: "Change the school uniforms, this one is too broken and old, not good-looking." His tone was full of disgust.

"The school only opens ghosts and monsters, no one enters, and they want to break into it, kill them." Ranbai's tone was calm, without any ups and downs, "Let's talk about admissions, and any intruders are always wiped out directly without mercy."

Ranbai looked at the teacher and opened his lips slightly: "I understand?"

It's just a word, but it's inexplicably dangerous.

The teacher nodded obediently, and the boss was a little scary.

I thought that when I was looking for a suitable classroom for my life, I was caught by a sickle and turned into the famous thriller ghost school.

The teacher couldn't help but be convinced by this process.

He is worthy of being an adult. Can you say that it is that simple and crude?
Chapter completed!