"Is it because the extraordinary game continues, so the ghosts also become stronger?"

Although he was far away from the fifth unit, the chill in Zhang Tong's heart still lingered.

When he was at Teacher Li's house, Zhang Tong had a vague feeling that Teacher Li should be more dangerous than the dead ghost!

The most terrifying thing is that my yin and yang eyes can't even see through Teacher Li.

Standing under the tall wall that separated No. 1 Middle School from the warm home, Zhang Tong once again looked back at Unit 5, which was far away from him, his eyes flickering:

"If this Teacher Li is the seventh person, then her target must be the six of us."

"But I just took the initiative to deliver the goods to my door, and I didn't encounter any danger. On the contrary, Zhang Dapeng was targeted by her."

“Is there some sort of order?”

Although Teacher Li made himself feel extremely dangerous, he actually did not do anything to Zhang Tong, which made Zhang Tong have various thoughts in his mind:

"If there is a certain order, does it mean that as long as Zhang Dapeng is fine, I will always be fine."

"It's like the God of Death has come, and the God of Death kills people in an orderly manner."

"But what exactly is this order?"

All kinds of speculations not only did not make Zhang Tong relax, but made him more doubtful.

Looking up at the wall, which was no obstacle to young people, Zhang Tong took a deep breath:

"If this is the case, then I must ensure Zhang Dapeng's safety first."

After taking a few steps back, Zhang Tong nimbly climbed over the wall. When he landed, he was already in the small garden of Mingyang No. 1 Middle School.

It was summer vacation, the school was closed, and there were not many underage wild mandarin ducks in the garden.

While walking out of the small garden according to the route in his memory, Zhang Tong dialed Zhang Dapeng's phone number.

"Hey, Dapeng, where are you?" As soon as the call was connected, Zhang Tong got straight to the point.

"I'm near the toilet. Didn't you go to Teacher Li's house?" After receiving Zhang Tong's call, Zhang Dapeng's voice seemed to be filled with some kind of relief.

However, Zhang Tong's next words made him feel relieved again.

"Okay, wait for me there, I'll be there soon."

"There's something wrong with Teacher Li. I have to tell you about it face to face."

Zhang Tong quickly hung up the phone and walked towards the school's public toilet.

After walking for only three to five minutes, Zhang Tong saw Zhang Dapeng squatting near the toilet in an open space full of cigarette butts.

Zhang Dapeng, who didn't know how many cigarettes he had smoked, also saw Zhang Tong immediately. He quickly pinched the cigarette in his hand, and then quickly came up to him:

"Zhang Tong, what's going on? Is it so mysterious?"

Zhang Tong looked around cautiously.

After realizing that there would be no barrier, he motioned to Zhang Dapeng to sit down with him on a bench by the roadside.

After both of them were seated, Zhang Tong said something shocking:

"I suspect that Teacher Li is not Teacher Li at all."

"The information you heard this morning is fine, Teacher Li really wants to kill you!"

Zhang Tong's words made Zhang Dapeng stunned. After a long time, a forced smile appeared on his face:

"Zhang Tong, stop joking."

"Teacher Li is not Teacher Li, who else could he be? An agent?"

"You've watched too many movies, right? Let's not talk about whether there are agents who can disguise themselves. Even if there are, they won't mess with a poor student like me?"

After all, he is a young man in the new era. For Zhang Dapeng, the idea of ​​monsters, monsters, and monsters is still too illusory.

The panic in the morning was more of an instinctive fear.

Faced with Zhang Tong's alarmism, Zhang Dapeng's first reaction was to be shocked, but then reason prevailed.

In his opinion, Zhang Tong's words were really unreasonable.

Seeing that Zhang Dapeng was still frightened but clearly didn't care, Zhang Tong's expression became more serious: "Don't think I'm joking with you. The world is not as simple as you see."

"Why isn't it simple anymore? Don't tell me that there is actually cultivation in this world... What the hell?"

Zhang Dapeng looked at Zhang Tong's serious look and wanted to laugh at first.

But after he saw a ball of flame suddenly burning out of thin air in the palm of Zhang Tong's hand, his whole body was shaken!

A ball of flame burned blazingly in the palm of Zhang Tong's hand. There was no burning substance, it just burned out of thin air.

Before Zhang Dapeng could see clearly, Zhang Tong clenched his fist fiercely, and the flames were extinguished.

Looking at Zhang Dapeng, whose face was filled with shock and enthusiasm, Zhang Tong said in a low voice:

"You just saw that the world is not as simple as you think."

"What you saw today, I hope you will rot in your stomach forever. You will never know how dangerous our world is."

"As an ordinary person, you'd better not get involved."

Gratitude and resentment in the world of cultivation?

Looking at Zhang Tong with a serious expression, Zhang Dapeng imagined a magnificent drama in his mind.

He looked at Zhang Tong seriously and nodded solemnly: "Don't worry, I understand your rules."

What the hell do you know? I don’t even understand!

Zhang Tong complained in his heart.

Then he patted Zhang Dapeng on the shoulder, looking like a coward and said: "Since you understand, I won't talk to you more about these things. In short, you have to remember... you must rot what you saw today.

In the belly.”

"Don't worry, Zhang Tong!"

"I will definitely not cause trouble to the country!"

Zhang Dapeng kept nodding his head like a chicken pecking at rice, like a child who secretly saw his parents fighting in the middle of the night without clothes on, but planned to keep this secret forever.

"Do you remember what the waiter said before we left last night?"

Seeing Zhang Dapeng on the road, Zhang Tong felt a lot more relaxed. He lit a cigarette skillfully, took a deep breath while Zhang Dapeng looked surprised, and then asked.

Zhang Dapeng's head was shaking like a rattle. How could he remember what the waiter said.

"He said, seven of you are welcome to visit next time." Zhang Tong's voice was low amid the smoke.

"Seven of you, come back next time? Aren't there just six of us?" Zhang Dapeng blurted out instinctively when he heard this.

Zhang Tong glanced at him and said, "Yes, but the waiter just saw that there are seven of us. Isn't it strange?"

Snap!

Seeing Zhang Dapeng take out a cigarette, Zhang Tong subconsciously handed it to him.

After the point was made, Zhang Tong continued:

"So I went back and checked the private room."

"There are seven cups in the private room, and the cups are brought by the waiter according to the number of people. They are absolutely correct."

"The most important thing is... I did find something wrong in the private room. I can confirm that there were seven of us at the time."

"And that seventh person... I, a student... a cultivator, didn't even notice it!"

Under Zhang Tong's deep voice, Zhang Dapeng felt that the air had become cold for no reason.
Chapter completed!