The fire light in the cave rustled and danced, making a faint crackling sound.

The reunion with Jiang Yu caught people off guard, and Bai Shuangxing was stunned for a few seconds: "You—"

She has a lot of questions to say.

How has Jiang Yue been all these years?Did he recognize her from the start?If he really recognized her... Wouldn't he find it strange that the person he met ten years ago would remain the same after ten years?

Bai Shuangxing put herself in her place. If she were Jiang Yue, she would definitely be terrified and surprised, instead of obediently stepping forward and saying hello like him.

She was a little caught off guard, and subconsciously said, "How many years is it now?"

The other party reported a number, which was two years ago in the real world.

The only challengers in this white night are she and Shen Chan, and the other students are the consciousness left in the school.

Including Jiang Yue in front of him.

Calculating the time, two years later, he happened to be in his freshman year.

"what?"

The cave was very quiet, and the distance between the six people was very close.The boy with glasses sitting in front of the fire heard their conversation and couldn't help being curious: "Xiao Ji, do you know each other?"

Bai Shuangxing didn't react immediately: "Xiao Ji?"

"When I graduated from junior high school, I was adopted by a family and changed my name."

The people beside him laughed silently, a little shyly: "It's Ji Fenglin."

The landlady of Baijia Street did mention that the boy was sent to an orphanage because of his father's death and his mother's disappearance.

Once adopted, of course the name will be changed.

After he finished speaking, he thought about it, and patiently explained: "The seasons of the seasons, the wind of snow and snow, the coming of the coming—if you don't feel used to it, just keep calling me Jiang Yue."

The monsoon is coming.

Bai Shuangxing said the name silently in his heart.

It's also good to replace it.The days in the Jiang family were like hell. This new name may symbolize his new life.

The boy with glasses took a breath of cold air: "You guys really know each other."

Shen Chan also opened her eyes wide: "You are Mianmian's elder brother? Wow, it's really travel far and wide looking for something, it doesn't take much effort to get here—"

She spoke for a while, feeling that this sentence was really inappropriate, so she swallowed the rest of the words back to her stomach.

How could this be "no effort at all", in order to find Jiang Mian's brother, she and Bai Shuangxing were dragged into a white night, and their lives were almost at stake.

But seeing the other party's reaction, she really admired this high school student brother.

Jiang Yue—or the current Ji Fenglin, his situation should be similar to Song Chenlu.

In the real world, nothing in White Nights actually happened.

He met Bai Shuangxing, watched the whole movie with his younger sister Jiang Mian, and heard Bai Shuangxing talk about "reunion", all kinds of things turned into a dream.

A few years later, he met the person in his dream again, and he accepted the fact logically, without showing any panic or disgust.

It seems... a little happy.

The speaker didn't mean to listen, but Shen Chan just made fun of it, but the tall and thin boy in blue and white school uniform was slightly startled.

He didn't make a sound for a while, and when he spoke again, there was obvious tension in his tone, as well as some secret expectations.

He said, "... Mianmian?"

really.

Even in the past so many years, what he cares most about is always his sister Jiang Mian.

After Baili and the landlord died, the police searched residential building No. 444, and Jiang Mian's DNA must have been found in the basement.

In the eyes of almost everyone, Jiang Mian undoubtedly died on that dangerous night, and there was no possibility of him surviving.

As an older brother, he stubbornly said: "You... have seen her since then?"

Bai Shuangxing was silent for a moment, looking into his eyes.

Then nodded.

Open the skill panel, and the members of the "House of Ghosts" will appear one by one.

Jiang Mian was in a sleepy state of extreme weakness, and she tried to press Summon.

The system responds quickly:

"It is detected that the challenger is in the white night, only one family member can be summoned in each white night, and only one time can be summoned.

Are you using this skill?"

Without the slightest hesitation, Bai Shuangxing chose "Yes".

Unexpectedly, however, the summoning this time was different from before——

After the skill was activated, the system interface continued to load for more than ten seconds. In the end, Jiang Mian didn't come, but a square pop-up window appeared in his mind.

"Sorry, 'Jiang Mian' was extremely weak and failed to wake up."

His heart suddenly became empty, and Bai Shuangxing's eyebrows twitched.

When he left for Xinghua No. 1 Middle School, Jiang Mian was indeed exhausted and had to recover slowly through deep sleep. He didn't know when he would wake up.

Why is it such a time...

"We've seen her."

Helpless, she could only answer the boy's question first: "...you will definitely see her soon."

The other party looked very coaxable, and he was taken aback when he heard the words, but he didn't have any intention of refuting or doubting, but raised his lips and smiled: "Thank you."

"Do you ever feel—"

The others couldn't understand the mystery in their words. In the silence, Chen Miaojia suddenly said, "The temperature seems to be returning to normal."

Bai Shuangxing withdrew his attention and looked outside the cave.

What Chen Miaojia said was true, the temperature around them was gradually rising.

The snow melted quietly, and the unbearable coldness decreased a lot at some point, just like spring returning to the earth and winter fading away.

Bai Shuangxing was keenly aware of the danger.

"this is……"

The short-haired girl couldn't believe it: "We finally passed the challenge?"

"I'm afraid not."

Bai Shuangxing got up quickly: "Is there any groove in the cave? The kind that can put things in."

"Depend on."

Chen Miaojia also realized the problem: "We still have an ancient poem left."

——Foot steaming summer rustic, back scorching hot daylight.

The extreme cold is likely to be followed by suffocating heat.

"We don't have water, and if the temperature increases dramatically, we'll just be hot and thirsty."

Baishuangxing looked around: "My suggestion is to collect the snow into the cave and wait for it to melt into water. Even if you don't drink it, it can evaporate and cool down."

If you are in the city, you must not drink snow water.

The city is seriously polluted, and dust can be seen everywhere. Snowflakes are falling one after another, and they have long been covered with dust and pollutants.

Luckily, it's different here.

The scene chosen by the Chinese teacher is hidden in the deep mountains. Looking around, there are beautiful mountains and clear waters. You don’t have to worry about pollution. If you are too thirsty, snow water can save your life.

Shen Chan has given her the most face since she was a child, and immediately agreed: "There is a large oval hole that is recessed over there, which can be used to hold water."

Thinking of the dangers they experienced not long ago, the others dared not relax and got up one after another.

There was no snow in the cave, and a few people separated in twos and threes, and moved snowdrifts that had begun to melt from outside the cave.

The state of "hunger" has not subsided. A piece of compressed biscuit can't fill their stomachs. At most, they won't be hungry and faint. But in order to survive, even if they are dizzy from hunger, everyone can only grit their teeth and move forward step by step.

Bai Shuangxing hugged a huge snow ball, and was blown by the cold wind, coughing lightly.

Soon, she found that the wind seemed to disappear.

With a feeling in his heart, Bai Shuangxing looked sideways and saw Jiang Yu in the direction of the wind.

Hmm...or call him Monsoon Lin.

"thanks."

She was not pretentious, and said to the point: "You want to ask about Jiang Mian?"

In the cave before, everyone sat in a circle, and it was not suitable for the next topic.

Now that the six are separated, he will definitely seize this opportunity.

The other party was also very straightforward: "Yes."

He paused: "Your appearance has not changed."

"It's hard to explain this incident. You can temporarily understand it as time travel. As a person a few years later, I have overlapped with your time and space."

Bai Shuangxing tried his best to speak: "As for Mianmian—"

She pointed to the mountain and Bai Xue beside her: "Having experienced this kind of thing yourself, you should have a certain ability to accept supernatural events, right?"

Ji Fenglin: "You mean, she exists in the form of a ghost."

"……Ok."

The process was easier than imagined, Bai Shuangxing heaved a sigh of relief: "You just, believe that?"

She raised her eyes to look at each other: "Don't want to doubt me?"

Ji Fenglin smiled silently, and looked at Ling Tian's peak in the distance: "You just said that after experiencing these things personally, the tolerance for supernatural events will increase a lot."

He lowered his eyes as he spoke, his smile receded, and his voice was low: "I've been thinking this way since a few years ago."

Bai Shuangxing: "Huh?"

"Overnight, the celestial master, the landlord and Jiang Chengren of No. 444 all died."

Ji Fenglin said: "The reason given by the police is a collective hallucination, but this reason obviously doesn't make sense - the Heavenly Master has been doing evil for so many years, why did he have hallucinations on that night? And Jiang Chengren, he used Mian Mian to make a lot of money, how could it be so easy to hang yourself?"

Jiang Chengren was his and Jiang Mian's biological father.

This is a smart kid.

Bai Shuang understood: "So, you thought of ghosts?"

"You took me and Mianmian to the movies after she was killed."

Ji Fenglin nodded: "Although everyone told me that none of Tianshi's disciples was called 'Bai Shuang Xing', and according to the monitoring, I have never been to a movie theater, but..."

His voice was softer: "After you disappeared, I specifically asked my classmates about the plot of that movie."

As expected, the plot was exactly as he remembered it.

He actually saw that movie.

From then on, the boy who was less than ten years old faintly had an idea.

Outside the monitoring, outside everyone's memory, even outside this real world, a person named "Bai Shuang Xing" once appeared, took him and his dead sister, and watched him togetherFirst movie ever.

This is a plot that anyone would find absurd, but he always kept it firmly in his heart.

Including the promise of "reunion with important people".

For many days and nights it was his only solace.

The silent young man was quiet for a moment, his eyes softened a lot: "Is Mianmian doing well?"

"Should be pretty good?"

Bai Shuangxing tilted her head: "If she can see you, she will definitely be happier."

So he smiled gently: "Thank you."

"Thank you."

Bai Shuangxing also smiled: "From the time we met to now, we haven't talked much, and we have said 'thank you' countless times."

The other party couldn't hold back the words for a while, he seemed a little dazed, and touched the tip of his nose.

It seemed as if he was seriously thinking about how to talk to her.

During the conversation, the two entered the cave together.

Everyone moved a lot of snowdrifts back and forth, and in less than two minutes, all the snow outside melted, and the water stains seeped into the soil without a trace.

Then, there is the rising temperature.

A round of fiery red sun broke through the clouds and mist, sprinkled hot golden brilliance, and the place it passed was unbearably hot, like a steamer.

"It's too hot!"

All the firewood in the cave was extinguished, and Chen Miaojia sat in the shadow of the sun, taking off her school uniform.

"It's, it's okay."

The boy with glasses had a bitter face: "At least we didn't let us go out to do farm work under the sun."

This poem comes from "Guan Mo Mai", which describes the scene of farmers working hard under the scorching sun in ancient times.

It would be an unimaginable nightmare if they were to reproduce one by one.

The temperature is still rising.

There was no wind at all, and even the air became scorching hot. When breathed, it seemed as if was inhaling a ball of fire.

The water in the body evaporated quickly, giving people a strange illusion, as if after a while, it would be their turn to be melted miserably.

In addition to the hot weather outside, everyone's body is also as hot as a flame. Everyone consciously distances themselves from each other and tries to reduce the temperature around them.

The girl with short hair was weak: "How long are we going to stay here?"

"do not know."

Shen Chan shook her head: "Keep hydrated and talk as little as possible."

"water……"

Chen Miaojia was in a daze, her mouth was dry: "By the way, water... can I have some?"

No one refuted.

So she walked towards the corner of the cave.

There is a sunken circular trough here, and the snowdrift has long since melted and turned into water in the circular trough.

At such a juncture, seeing the clear and lingering water waves for the first time, even looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst, can make people feel inexplicably at ease.

Without any hesitation, Chen Miaojia carefully picked up a mouthful of water and put it into her mouth.

It's hard to describe the feeling brought by this cup of water, it's so moist and wonderful, it feels like a new life.

Thinking that there were other people, she didn't drink too much, and dragged her exhausted body back to her original position.

Time passed very slowly.

In a dry and hot environment, every minute and every second is infinitely stretched.Consciousness was evaporated into a blank by the heat, exhaustion surged like a tide, and the six of them waited quietly without saying a word.

Those waters became a life-saving straw, and once it was really uncomfortable, would drink some.I don't know how long it has passed, but the temperature has finally shown a downward trend.

It was also at the same moment that the Chinese teacher's gratified laughter came from my ear.

"Congratulations to the six students who have successfully completed one of the language practice!"

The practice was over and they survived.

Hearing this voice, the boy with glasses puckered his mouth and cried again——

Only this time, the water content in his body was precarious, and he didn't shed a single tear.

The temperature gradually eased, Bai Shuangxing forced himself to brace himself, and blinked again, the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The cave disappeared.

The temperature returned to normal in a daze, and everything that happened just now was like a dream, except for dry mouth and trance.

Bai Shuangxing raised his head and frowned.

After practice, they did not return to the classroom.

Beside him was a quiet and desolate mass grave, with several graves standing in disorder, reflecting the bright and cold moonlight.A few shrill birdsong sounded in the distance, like weeping and complaining.

Shen Chan was also confused: "Here..."

Why are they still in the scene set by the Chinese teacher?

"Everyone, long time no see."

A humanoid textbook in a casual suit appeared in front of a grave, looking very gentlemanly: "The teacher is very pleased that you can pass the first practice."

Shen Chan almost cursed: "Wait, the first practice session? What is the 'first session'?!"

"I believe everyone has discovered that the ancient poems we have reviewed so far are all sentences used to describe the weather, environment, and terrain—that is, to record nature."

The Chinese teacher ignored her and said to himself: "Natural scenery is of course important, but when it comes to ancient poetry, how can we miss the unique customs and customs."

Shen Chan: "What kind of weather and environment nature...hasn't found it yet!"

Bai Shuangxing had a bad feeling in his heart.

She felt that there was a more torturous follow-up to this level.

The Chinese book on the top of the head turned the pages, and the Chinese teacher laughed loudly: "Welcome to the second lesson of the Chinese practice class!"

When it spoke, a huge turntable appeared in the center of the cemetery. The turntable was divided into dozens of equal parts, each with a poem written on it.

Beside it, Bai Shuangxing and the others, a blackboard floating in the air appeared respectively.

"Next, we'll take turns turning the turntable."

The Chinese teacher said slowly: "The area where the pointer finally stays, no matter which poem it is, will appear next to us in a concrete form—"

It smiled: "And as its own combat power, participate in a thrilling melee."

Bai Shuangxing: "Big melee?"

"Yes, I am your opponent."

The Chinese teacher took time off and was full of anticipation: "In order to ensure fairness, you can only send one person to turn the turntable at a time—otherwise I have a one-on-six, there is really no chance of winning."

Bai Shuangxing understood.

The six of them will stand on the opposite side of the Chinese teacher as a whole. As for the ancient poems on the turntable——

She looked far away, the distance was too far, and she could only vaguely recognize a few words.

[Ten steps to kill one person, A Thousand Miles Without Stopping.]

[but have the imperial city flying general to remain, to not teach these reckless horses the tolerance of Yin Mountains.]

Of course, in addition to this kind of majestic, there are also types like [cloud temples, beautiful faces and golden steps, hibiscus tents warming the spring night].

"...Wow."

Shen Chan expressed her feelings: "This form of experience is much more interesting than the previous one."

Bai Shuangxing didn't speak.

Based on her understanding of Bai Ye, this so-called "practical course" will never be easy.

"In order for everyone to better adapt to the rules, why not let me start."

The Chinese teacher took a few steps forward, the pages of the book above his head were rustling, as if he was smiling: "Well... I don't know what the teacher can turn out this time?"

He said, reaching for the turntable with his right hand.

Yuanpan whirled and spun, Bai Shuangxing didn't dare to relax his vigilance and held his breath.

Facts have proved that the bad premonition in her heart is not groundless.

——The pointer stopped at [Qiu Tomb Ghost Sings Poems of Bao Family, Hating Blood for Thousand Years].

"Oh, that's a nice poem."

The monster in the suit snorted twice: "It comes from "Autumn Comes" by the poet Li He."

Literally translated, it is "lonely ghosts recite poems in front of the grave, and the blood of resentment turns into jasper, which cannot be erased for a thousand years."

This is a millennium ghost.

The pointer stopped, and the cemetery suddenly became cloudy.

The atmosphere here is gloomy and weird, it is late at night, the moon is engulfed by dark clouds, there are only a few cloudy stars in the sky, and all directions are dim.

Faintly, there was a mournful and mournful moan in my ears.

Both Chen Miaojia and the boy with glasses trembled, and quickly approached the people around them.

Shen Chan lowered her voice: "Look over there...!"

Bai Shuangxing looked in the direction of her finger.

In the dark night, thick fog suddenly rose, and from the densely packed tombs in the distance, four or five wandering spirits in white clothes came slowly.

Their faces are terribly pale, and their eyes are filled with blood-like venom. Just looking at them makes one's scalp go numb.

A few high school students had never seen such a scene before, their glasses trembled all over, and their eyes were straight; the short-haired girl trembled like a sieve, speechless.

Luckily, no one screamed, perhaps because they had exercised their guts in the first practice.

"They didn't see us."

Bai Shuangxing remembered his experience in the cemetery: "Don't look at them, pretend nothing happened, even if you hear them coming to talk, don't answer."

"My turn is over."

Beside the turntable, the Chinese teacher said politely: "Next, it's your turn."

Shen Chan: "Among us, who has better luck?"

"People who are lucky will never encounter such a thing."

Chen Miaojia scratched her head, with despair on her face: "Anyway, when I guess the answer to multiple-choice questions, I never get it right."

She thought of something, and poked the arm of the boy with glasses beside her: "Aren't you known as the god of guessing questions?"

The other party was startled and shook his head in a hurry: "Me? I can't do it."

"It doesn't matter."

Bai Shuang said in a warm voice: "We have more than one chance. It is very likely that everyone will go up and try it. Now that the battle has just started, the risk is not great, and the error tolerance rate is relatively high."

Even if they shake to useless verses, their lives will not be threatened at present.

The boy with glasses hesitated for a while, and finally nodded: "Then... I'll try it."

He walked forward tremblingly, the Chinese teacher was very gentlemanly, he retreated a few steps by himself.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the boy turned the turntable.

When the pointer stopped, his already pale face became even worse——

It is [the thread in the hands of the loving mother, and the clothes on the wanderer's body].

no.

This, this is too different from the previous sentence, right?!

The same handwriting floated on the blackboard beside the six people. At the same time, an old lady in an ancient sarong appeared slowly, holding a needle and thread in her hand, with a loving face.

The boy with glasses is about to collapse.

"It's "Wandering Zi Yin"!"

The Chinese teacher smiled: "Very good, very good, this is a famous ancient poem, do you feel very kind to the students?"

The old lady did not launch any form of attack, and stood still and continued to weave.

The students' round is over, and it's time for the Chinese teacher's round again.

It behaved lightheartedly: "I don't know what it will be this time?"

The turntable started to run, and when it stopped, everyone's eyes stayed on the ancient poem.

[Hazyly see, a line of ghost lights reveals a peach blossom face.]

"This poem is very small, I wonder if the students have heard it?"

The monster in a suit is very satisfied: "The "Dian Jiang Lips" written by Huang Zhongze in the Qing Dynasty is about a female ghost who comes and goes without a trace. Maybe when the will-o'-the-wisp flashes...it will come to you."

It had just finished speaking when Ji Fenglin said in a deep voice, "Be careful."

He moved quickly, grabbed the right hand of the boy with glasses, and pulled the latter away from where he was.

The boy with glasses had weak legs and his face was pale.

Just as the Chinese teacher was speaking, a faint light suddenly flashed by his side.

What followed immediately was a pale face that was extremely beautiful, but also extremely weird.The evil spirit directly attacked his heart. If he hadn't been pulled, the current him would have been pierced through the heart.

In the dead air, a woman's coquettish laughter sounded.

Chen Miaojia couldn't bear it anymore, gritted her teeth and cursed: "...that's stupid!"

"Student Chen Miaojia."

The bespectacled boy who has been a disciplinary committee member since he was a child whimpered: "Swearing...it's not good to say swearing."

"Be careful."

Ji Fenglin said in a deep voice, "That ghost is gone, I don't know if it will launch a surprise attack."

"Well, this kind of immersive learning is very interesting!"

The Chinese teacher was in a good mood: "Who is next?"

The six people looked at each other a few times, and in silence, Shen Chan took a deep breath: "I'll go."

Anyway, everyone has to transfer, so she will die sooner than later.

This time, the pointer stopped at [to have a friend comes from afar, what a joy].

Shen Chan: ...

Shen Chan: "...Huh?!"

Isn't this the same as the old lady weaving clothes!In such a life-and-death situation, who would be "excited" by normal people!!!

"This time it's a sentence from "The Analects of Confucius."

The Chinese teacher nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, being kind to others is a virtue."

Shen Chan: ...

She just wanted to beat up this monster with the language paper on its head, hoping that this was also a virtue.

So this time, a smiling middle-aged man appeared in the corner, his eyebrows curved, and greeted everyone present one by one.

Bai Shuangxing frowned secretly when he heard his smile.

"You also found something wrong?"

Ji Fenglin lowered his voice: "Is the teacher cheating?"

Bai Shuang nodded.

If the first time was just a coincidence, the two consecutive bad lucks on their side would not make sense.

What's more, there are dozens of poems on the turntable, and less than five are related to ghosts. The Chinese teacher can accurately shake them every time...

She couldn't believe she had such good luck.

Next, the two sides alternately shook the turntable several times.

The Chinese teacher selected [Unrivaled Mountain Picking Strength] from "Gaixia Ge" and "Hanshu" [Whoever commits a strong man will be punished even if he is far away].

There is also [ten steps to kill one person, A Thousand Miles Without Stopping] in "Xia Ke Xing".

Needless to say, these are three lines of great intensity.

The man summoned by the first sentence was as powerful as a cow, and threw a huge boulder straight at them. The group narrowly escaped and was almost smashed into meat paste.

The murderous aura brought by the second sentence is unparalleled, and the sense of oppression is as heavy as a mountain.

Not to mention the third sentence.

The ghost of a chivalrous man dressed in white held a long sword, swift as the wind, and turned into ghosts to attack them.

Although they tried their best to avoid the deadly attack, everyone was more or less injured by the sword energy, and blood oozed from their arms, backs and calves.

When fleeing in panic, Chen Miaojia's blood dripped onto the turntable.

In comparison, the lineup of Bai Shuangxing and others was much worse.

It is not an exaggeration to say "the world is different".

Chen Miaojia moved to "Watching Gongsun Da Niang's Disciples Dance with Swords and Weapons" [In the past, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun, who danced with a sword and moved all directions].

Although it sounds like there is a "sword", Gongsun is actually a dancer, at most she dances with a long sword.

It was the turn of the short-haired girl, and the one drawn was "The General Died in a Hundred Battles, and the Warrior Returned in Ten Years" from "The Song of Mulan".

After so many years of marching and fighting outside, when the general was summoned, he was covered in wounds, and only his last breath was left.

Monsoon Pro's luck was equally bad.

When his pointer stopped, the handwriting on the turntable was astonishingly [Cloud temples, beautiful faces, golden steps shaking, hibiscus tents warming the spring night].

In this way, the students' lineup became a kind old lady, a smiling middle-aged optimist, a man who was seriously injured and dying, a beautiful sister, and another beautiful sister.

Boy with glasses: ...

Girls with short hair: ...

Chen Miaojia: ...

This is a group of old, weak, sick and disabled.

"I think," Chen Miaojia said desperately, "Why don't you vote."

The short-haired girl wants to cry but has no tears: "We and the opposite party have two different styles of painting, right?!"

"This probability is too abnormal!"

The boy with glasses was furious: "There must be something wrong with the turntable!"

"Oh?"

Hearing their conversation, the Chinese teacher flipped the pages of the book a few times: "This classmate, you need to talk about evidence."

"Does this still need evidence?"

Shen Chan has a straight temper, and immediately choked back: "Anyone with a discerning eye can see the problem!"

The monster in the suit shrugged.

When it made a sound again, there was an evil smile in its tone: "Let's not say that you can't produce evidence, even if I really tampered with it... Did the school rules say that you can't cheat on the turntable?"

What a rogue logic!

The boy with glasses was trembling with anger and wanted to refute, but he couldn't speak.

There is indeed no relevant requirement in the rules.

"Okay, it's the last round of the lucky wheel. The fight just now was just a meeting ceremony. When this time is over, it will be the real melee."

The language teacher spoke leisurely and looked at them sympathetically.

"The last round needs to select the background location of the melee, and the party responsible for shaking the turntable to select the location can get a certain degree of attack bonus - I will randomly switch to an ancient poetry character, and leave the opportunity for attack bonus to you."

This time it was still "shaking it casually" and got the "but have the imperial city flying general to remain, to not teach these reckless horses the tolerance of Yin Mountains" in "Two Poems Out of the Frontier".

Only Baishuangxing was left without using the turntable.

For some reason, she was extra positive this time: "I'll do it."

"It looks like it has a sudden kindness, leading us there, and nothing good will happen."

Ji Fenglin: "I am by your side, so I can take care of you."

Bai Shuangxing did not refuse, and looked at Aunt Gongsun beside her: "You should come together."

The Chinese teacher on the other side chuckled: "Is it useful to call her? Don't worry, I won't kill you until the final melee comes."

The implication is that when Baishuang Xing finishes spinning the turntable and everything is settled, it is bound to drive them all to death.

Its malice was undisguised, Bai Shuang Xing didn't care, and went straight forward.

In front of you is a huge turntable.

Each verse is like a jigsaw puzzle, firmly spliced around the disc, and the jigsaw pieces are not attached to each other, but separated by a small interval.

A few minutes ago, Chen Miaojia was injured by the "Xia Ke"'s sword wind, and a few drops of blood splashed down on the turntable, some of which even covered the handwriting.

Bai Shuang Xing did not forget that on the turntable at that time, two lines of writing floated out of thin air.

That is "the sentence does not work, the modification fails" and "this sentence is not activated and cannot be used".

She has a very bold idea.

"Are you ready?"

The Chinese teacher glanced at her: "Student, don't be nervous."

Bai Shuangxing returned a polite smile and turned the turntable.

The turntable kept ringing, and when it stopped steadily, the pointer landed on a line of clear writing.

[Li Liyuan goes to the grass, one year old and one dry.The wildfire never ends, Then The Spring Breeze Will Blow And Give Life To It Once More.]

It is Bai Juyi's "Fude Guyuancao Farewell".

The pointer stopped, and the scene in front of him suddenly changed.

The night faded, and the sun and white clouds rose in the sky.

Looking around, the grassland is boundless, like a huge emerald, shaking gently in the breeze.

"It's grassland."

The monster in a suit stood a few steps away, and his smile deepened: "Since the scene and characters are determined... then, let the melee begin."

When this moment finally came, the excitement in its heart surged like a tide.

This group of students is like innocent and harmless lambs, the most suitable to be cut open bit by bit.

It was ready to see them flee screaming and begging for mercy amidst the dance of demons, and finally turned into a sad pool of flesh and blood.

Interesting to think about.

The pages above the head were trembling with excitement, and when the last word fell from its mouth, the ghosts behind them rioted in an instant——

But in a blink of an eye, he rushed straight to a few students!

It was also at this moment that Bai Shuangxing gritted his teeth and tore off the [Unrivaled Mountain Picking Strength] puzzle piece on the turntable in one fell swoop!

As if in response to her, a line of small blood-red words floated on the turntable: "No blank cells, modification is invalid."

The Chinese teacher laughed even louder: "Why, you think you can make it disappear by tearing it off? What are you thinking!"

Seeing a will-o'-the-wisp in front of her, the bewitching and beautiful female ghost stretched out her bloody hand.

Ji Fenglin stretched out his hand and pulled Bai Shuangxing away, just in time to avoid this fatal attack.

At the same time, Bai Shuangxing suddenly turned around: "Gongsun!"

The Chinese teacher felt sorry for her and shook her head.

If ghosts have ranks, Gongsun must be ranked in the middle and lower positions. What can she do to save people, can she dance?

It laughed at the childishness of this group of students in its heart, raised its head to look again, and suddenly froze.

Can anyone tell it why this is.

Aunt Gongsun, who was originally soft and weak, actually raised both hands... and directly lifted the female ghost and threw it out?

Vaguely aware of the trickiness, it hurriedly looked at the turntable.

[In the past, there was a beautiful woman named Gongsun, who danced around with a sword.] Bai Shuangxing took out the last half of the jigsaw puzzle and replaced it with another sentence.

At this point, the sentence becomes:

[There used to be a beautiful woman named Gongsun, Unrivaled Mountain Picking Strength].

...it actually rhymes?!

Bai Shuangxing finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It seems she guessed right.

In the final analysis, poems are made up of words, changing the words, the content of the poems will also undergo earth-shaking changes.

As long as the sentence on the turntable is modified, the summoned ghost can change accordingly.

Chen Miaojia's blood fell on the sentence, and because it covered one or two characters, the meaning of the sentence changed. However, ancient poems pay attention to neatness, symmetry, and beautiful rhymes. If you delete or modify Chinese characters at will, the system will judge that the modification has failed.

What if she uses other sentences that are antithetical to neatness?

"Gongsun!"

Bai Shuangxing approached the turntable again: "Stop that monster whose head is a language document!"

As long as the Chinese teacher doesn't stop her, she will have infinite opportunities——

Like this one.

The right hand moved again, and the two puzzle pieces fit together to form a brand new sentence.

[The line in the hands of a loving mother, ten steps to kill one person].

Watching the kind-hearted old lady's expression change drastically, and her needlework scurrying around as if performing acrobatics, the Chinese teacher was stunned, the boy with glasses was stunned, and Chen Miaojia was at a loss.

Shen Chan was also sluggish for a few seconds, and soon grinned proudly: "As expected of us, Shuangshuang!"

The other two pieces of the jigsaw puzzle snapped together, and the smiling middle-aged man frowned, his eyes moved, and he couldn't hide his murderous intent.

——This is [to have a friend comes from afar, even if it is far away].

The battle turned around in an instant, and the Chinese teacher stood there in a daze.

It doesn't understand and doesn't understand.

Baishuangxing was surrounded by ghosts whose combat power had increased dramatically, and it couldn't get close at all; as for the ghosts on its side...

Its scalp was numb, and through the ghostly shadows, it could see the blurred writing on the turntable.

[but have the imperial city flying general to remain, the hibiscus tent warms the spring night].

Spend spring night.

Spring night.

night.

...Don't do this kind of thing!!!

It was so angry that it was going crazy: "Violation, you are violating the rules, cheating!"

Bai Shuang didn't turn her head back, and her tone was taken for granted: "Is that so? It's said in the school rules that you can't cheat on the turntable?"

This is what it said with arrogance not long ago, and at this moment, it has been returned to the original.

It cursed a curse word in its heart.

"Get around them!"

Trying to keep himself calm, the Chinese teacher hurriedly avoided a surprise attack and looked at a few students in the distance.

still have a chance.

The only thing left beside them was a weak ghost who was seriously injured and couldn't take care of himself. As long as he worked hard, he could kill this group of students.

The only remaining hope made it impossible to wait, the monster in the suit stepped forward hard, and moved forward with lightning speed.

Soon!Coming soon!

The fighting power of the ghosts belonging to it has dropped sharply, but it is still more than enough to deal with such a waste who is about to lose his soul.

The chest of the scarred soldier was cut open. Amid the strong smell of blood, the Chinese teacher chuckled.

It will be able to-

Caught off guard, its laughter stopped.

The Li Gui who was following was instantly crushed, and before it could realize what had happened, its neck was tightly strangled by a pair of cold hands.

... It's over.

The shadow of death follows everywhere.

The strong sense of suffocation made it breathless, the pages of the book above his head trembled, and he looked at the shadow behind him with fear.

It turned out to be the dead soldier, with scarlet eyes and murderous aura.

how can that be?!

Full of suspicion, the monster in the suit turned his head in despair.

On that circular turntable, a line of small characters was clearly engraved.

[The general died in a hundred battles, Then The Spring Breeze Will Blow And Give Life To It Once More].

A spring breeze blows gently.

Chinese teacher: ...

Before its head was completely smashed, there were only two shocking and astonishing sentences left in its heart.

- damn it.

That's okay too???