"So at that time, I wondered if there was something unclean mixed in among us." Looking at the pale Zhang Dapeng, Zhang Tong flicked the ashes from his cigarette.

He knew that Zhang Dapeng should be able to obey his words.

After all, when faced with unclean things, the only person he can count on is himself, a cultivator.

Gudong!

Zhang Dapeng swallowed hard, fear written all over his face:

"So you just said last night that if something went wrong, I would call you?"

Zhang Tong nodded and stared into Zhang Dapeng's eyes:

"That's right, but I didn't expect that the first person it would find would be you."

"Even Teacher Li may have encountered something unexpected."

"You are an ordinary person, so you may not be able to see it. But I can see clearly. There are two Teacher Lis in Teacher Li's family, one is dead and the other is alive."

The calm voice gave Zhang Dapeng goosebumps all over his body, and fear spread endlessly in his heart.

"Zhang Tong, what should I do?"

His facial features were distorted by fear. Zhang Dapeng subconsciously pinched Zhang Tong's arm, making him want to kneel down to Zhang Tong on the spot.

Ask me what to do? I also want to know what to do!

Zhang Tong pulled out his arm without leaving any trace, and said calmly: "We still know too little about it now. The only thing we can do is to walk, and the farther we go, the better."

Having said this, Zhang Tong paused, because he saw the fear and sadness in Zhang Dapeng's eyes, just like a little beast abandoned by its owner...

Then, Zhang Tong changed the subject and added:

"Just stay away, Teacher Li, and I will find a way to solve it."

"Keep in touch at all times. No matter what happens, or I have solved the problem, we must communicate in a timely manner."

Hearing that Zhang Tong would be responsible for dealing with Teacher Li, Zhang Dapeng finally felt relieved, but he still looked frightened.

It was Zhang Tong who patted him on the shoulder: "Just leave the rest to me. You only need to be responsible for making it unable to find you."

call!

Looking at Zhang Tong's indifferent expression and deep eyes, Zhang Dapeng took a deep breath.

Perhaps it was because of Zhang Tong, a so-called cultivator, that Zhang Dapeng was not only inspired at this moment, but he also felt that he was the protagonist in the novel!

The kind that follows the righteous cultivators and fights against evil.

So he nodded firmly: "I understand, I will leave in a while, and I will keep in touch with you throughout the process."

Saying that, Zhang Dapeng suddenly stood up!

But as soon as he got up, there was a growling sound in his stomach.

The original momentum that even though tens of thousands of people came to me was gone, Zhang Dapeng covered his stomach and looked at Zhang Tong with an ugly expression:

"Zhang Tong, I haven't pooped since last night. I have a stomachache."

Zhang Tong frowned and waved his hand: "Hurry up, I'll wait for you here."

"Hey... OK, I'll be right back."

Zhang Dapeng clutched his stomach and hurried towards the toilet.

Watching Zhang Dapeng leave, Zhang Tong continued a cigarette, his eyes no longer as deep as before, but full of worry.

"We still know too little about the seventh person. I hope Zhang Dapeng can escape safely."

Looking in the direction of the toilet, Zhang Tong continued a cigarette. In fact, he was far from as calm as he pretended to be.

…

In 2006, public toilets in third-tier cities were far from as complete as before Zhang Tong's time travel, including schools.

The so-called public toilets do not have wooden cubicles and separate toilets. Instead, they are a series of public toilets flushed with water, divided by tile walls more than one meter high.

Such a urinal will flush at a certain frequency in a certain period of time, flushing the entire long urinal in one go.

Of course, if the humidity is high and the shit is sticky, there is nothing you can do.

Because it was summer vacation, the toilet was extremely clean. Zhang Dapeng found a partition and squatted down.

The smell of cigarettes was enough to wash away the faint smell of the toilet itself, but the turbulence in his stomach made Zhang Dapeng have no intention of smoking.

"hiss……"

He gasped in pain, followed by a puff of water.

Zhang Dapeng looked down and saw that what he pulled out was not feces at all, but a yellow liquid, and the smell of alcohol hit his face.

"What's going on? Why do you have to poop more than you drink?"

The chrysanthemum is working hard to expand outwards, and the pleasure that rushes forward cannot be stopped at all.

"Damn it, no, if I pull it any longer, something will happen!"

Zhang Dapeng, who realized that it would definitely not work if he continued to pull in this way, began to try to shrink his anus, but he was horrified to find that he could not do it at all!

"What happened? Am I suffering from acute enteritis?"

Zhang Dapeng's body reacted so quickly that sweat broke out on his forehead, and he instinctively breathed in, trying to hold back this uncontrollable excretion.

Snap!

Just when Zhang Dapeng was concentrating on controlling his body, a crisp sound sounded, and he suddenly felt a hand grabbing his left shoulder.

"Is there... someone behind me?"

Zhang Dapeng's whole body suddenly froze, and he could clearly feel that the hand on his shoulder was unusually cold.

Turning his eyes slowly, Zhang Dapeng saw a somewhat familiar, pale hand.

The palms are long and slender, but there are wrinkles left by the years, and the bright red nails are dug into his clothes.

"Is there really someone? Or a woman?"

"How is that possible? This is the men's restroom! And... there is only room for one person to squat. How did she get in?"

"The most important thing is, who is the person behind you? Why does this hand feel so familiar to me?"

A chill rushed from the soles of his feet to Tianling Gai, Zhang Dapeng's heart was beating wildly, and his breathing became difficult.

He slowly turned his head, trying to see clearly who the person behind him was.

Turning back stiffly, Zhang Dapeng's eyes widened, his pupils shrank crazily, and a familiar figure was reflected in his eyes.

Behind Zhang Dapeng, Teacher Li was wearing an apron, pressing Zhang Dapeng's shoulder with one hand and holding a kitchen knife in the other, with a cold smile on his face.

Her long black hair was hanging down. Among the long black hair, her black and white bloodshot eyes stared at Zhang Dapeng with hatred.

Teacher Li is here!

In Zhang Dapeng's horrified eyes, Teacher Li spoke with a sinister tone:

"I found you."

Then...poof!

"Ahhhhh!"

The screams came from the school's public toilets and echoed throughout the campus, the sounds filled with fear and despair.
Chapter completed!