At this time, Song Jiang felt extremely regretful, because he suddenly realized that he actually didn't understand this man named Meng Zhe at all. Maybe what he said was true, but how could he be so sure that the other man would definitely kill him at a critical moment? How about protecting yourself? !
Because the panic and uneasiness in his heart have reached its peak, Song Jiang now doesn't even care about whether Meng Zhe will save him. He just hopes that the person who frightened him in the first half of his life will never appear. …
But things are always afraid of what comes. Just as Song Jiang walked step by step in front of the glass display cabinet, a figure suddenly walked out of the darkness next to him. She looked at Song Jiang with a gloomy face and said in a sharp voice, "Your grades are not good enough." Are you embarrassed to write a novel?! Do you know why your novels are not popular? Because you have been a loser since you were a child!! You are not studying bullshit, and you still want to be a writer? You are really embarrassing me. Don’t say that I taught you. s student!"
The other party's curses hit Song Jiang's heart one after another like bullets. He felt angry and aggrieved. At the same time, he hated himself even more for why he was so stupid. Others could learn from it but he couldn't. !
Just when Song Jiang couldn't bear it anymore and had the idea of destroying everything in his heart, a blue-gray withered hand slowly stretched out from Teacher Li's neck and grabbed her throat. Those harsh curses It disappeared in an instant, as if the whole world had become quiet...
"You are very special..." A hoarse voice came from behind Teacher Li.
From Song Jiang's point of view, he couldn't see the person's face clearly. He only knew that the other person was a man. At this time, Teacher Li was pinched by the withered hand, his face turned purple, and he desperately tried to grab the withered hand... However, due to the disparity in strength between the two sides, the withered hand was welded to her neck like an iron pliers.
"Who are you..." Song Jiang asked in a trembling voice.
After hearing this, the man laughed deeply and said, "I am a god?! A god who can help you realize your wishes..."
After hearing this, Song Jiang glanced slightly sideways at Meng Zhe, who remained silent next to him, and found that although his expression did not change much from before, there was obviously a hint of disdain in his eyes.
It was after noticing this subtle change in Meng Zhe's eyes that Song Jiang gradually regained some sense in his heart, remembering that Meng Zhe had indeed said before that he would use himself as a bait, and also promised to protect his safety...
I thought that Song Jiang would be like other children, either worshiping him or being scared to death, but Song Jiang suddenly said with confidence, "Do you think I am a three-year-old child? God... are you worthy?" "
Song Jiang's words instantly angered the guy behind Teacher Li. With a little force, he broke Teacher Li's neck with a "click" and then threw it aside... without Teacher Li's cover, a picture The blue-grey face slowly emerged from the darkness.
It was an ancient man with long flowing hair. He should be around thirty years old. The broken hair on his forehead almost covered most of his face. A pair of black eyes without pupils looked at Song Jiang with evil eyes.
Although Song Jiang has never seen what a real god looks like, the guy in front of him looks like a "bad ghost". Even his coat is patched, and he looks extremely poor...
"Well, you are such an arrogant brat...but I sincerely want to help you because of your unfortunate fate. Do you want to be a weakling all your life and be looked down upon by your teacher Li?!" The man said in a very seductive tone.
Although Teacher Li has always been Song Jiang's nightmare for the first half of his life, he knew clearly that the other party had been dead for many years, and the four treasures of the study were still abroad when Teacher Li passed away, so the teacher Li just now could only be his own inner fear. Conjured.
After thinking about this, Song Jiang smiled and said, "You have found the wrong person. Maybe I would have been easily deceived by you back then, but over the years I have only eaten and not thought... Who are you? Why? Will I be trapped in this set of four treasures of the study?!"
Seeing that Song Jiang was not fooled, the other party sighed slightly and said, "Actually, it doesn't hurt to tell you. I am indeed not a god, but it does not prevent me from helping you realize your wishes. My real name is Wang Zhankui, and I am a scholar in ancient times. Han Chuang After studying hard for more than ten years, I was supposed to win the first prize in one fell swoop, and from then on I would become famous and prosperous, with an unlimited future... But I was killed by gangsters and my fame was replaced. Naturally, I was unwilling to die unjustly, so I took up residence in the place I used to live in during my lifetime. I have spent hundreds of years in an inkstone, just to find someone like you, who has never met my talent and is destined to me, so that I can help you realize your wish and at the same time realize my lifelong wish."
Song Jiang heard this man named Wang Zhankui say a lot of beautiful words, but they couldn't arouse his interest at all, so he shook his head and said, "The problem is that there is no imperial examination now, how can I help you realize your long-cherished wish?" Woolen cloth?"
"Is there a college entrance examination now? This is much fairer than the imperial examination back then. As long as you want, I can definitely help you get into the ideal school..." Wang Zhankui said with excitement.
Unexpectedly, Song Jiang didn't take it seriously and said, "The college entrance examination is what high school students should do. I'm already seriously overage, okay?!"
Wang Zhankui didn't expect that he would be frustrated again, so in the end he had to settle for the next best thing, "How about I help you become a famous writer? This should be your lifelong wish, right?!"
To be honest, this did impress Song Jiang a little, but it was just persuasive, because there was Wang Changle before him and Chen Yaoxuan after him. The two examples are there. It is self-evident what the price of realizing the wish is...
Seeing that Song Jiang still didn't surrender to him and make a wish like others, Wang Zhankui couldn't hold his breath anymore. He saw that the aura around him began to become messy, and he approached Song Jiang with a fierce look and said, "What on earth do you want!? As long as You can name it, I can do it!”
Of course Song Jiang would not make a wish easily, so he had to look at Meng Zhe next to him and said, "What do you think I want?"
Before Meng Zhe could answer, Wang Zhankui asked in surprise, "Who are you talking to?!"
Song Jiang was also confused when he was asked. Could it be that Wang Zhankui couldn't see Meng Zhe's existence at all? Logically speaking, it shouldn't be. Even if Meng Zhe's soul is the White Tiger God, his body is that of an ordinary human being, so he naturally has an entity. How could Wang Zhankui not see it? !
