A burst of laughter sounded, giving people a creepy feeling in such a tense atmosphere.
First there was a burst of laughter, followed by countless high-pitched laughter surrounding the place, as if he was in the middle of a wall surrounded by people.
But they clearly realized that these were definitely not human beings.
What the hell is this?
In extreme fear, they could only save themselves and resist desperately.
In just a few minutes, the three views of the three people present were infinitely washed away and reshaped, struggling in a cycle of wanting to pass out but not being able to.
Sang Luo watched indifferently as they hugged each other and tore each other apart, as if they were enemies in the previous life.
At this moment, a hand took the opportunity to touch Sang Luo's leg, with a smile on his lips. The next second, he met Sang Luo's calm and indifferent eyes.
It was a look that was going to crush him to ashes, as if he had died all over again.
The next second, a long, slender hand stretched out and grabbed his throat.
"I don't like other people doing things to me." The soft voice was a little girly and sweet.
It was such a sweet voice, but it said words like a devil, which shocked the male ghost and made him unable to move for a long time.
It wasn't until his neck hurt that he realized he had offended someone he shouldn't have.
With a scream, the ghosts in the whole room began to boil.
Sang Luo glanced up, the talisman flew from his finger, and he threw it high into the sky.
At the moment of taking off, all the talismans turned into sharp swords, slitting the throats of all the fierce ghosts.
The voice he wanted to shout out was stuck in his throat.
The next second, the light of dawn shot in along the curtain, and the lights in the house were turned on again.
Everything returned to silence, as if nothing happened.
At the same time, in an apartment thousands of meters away, a lit white candle suddenly expanded and burst violently.
In the center, an old man with a white beard shook his body violently, his closed eyes widening.
He arched his back and spat out a mouthful of blood, and his energy level became sluggish.
"Master!" Several people stepped forward anxiously, but saw that the old man's face was as pale as paper.
The master waved his hand and hurriedly touched the magic weapon beside him.
However, the next second, the magic weapon also made a "bang" sound, and a huge hole opened on it.
When the master saw it, his eyes turned red.
"My Dharma Mirror!"
Another mouthful of blood spat out, and he finally lost control and passed out.
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Looking at the people lying on the ground, Sang Luo just glanced at them and showed an expression that he couldn't bear to look at.
At this time, the security guard rushed in with a baton: "Boss, what's wrong, what's wrong?"
However, after just one glance, he stood there dumbfounded.
On the ground, Su Wanyue held Su Hongjie's waist tightly, and Su Hongjie's hands were pinched around Su Chengqiang's neck. Su's mother rolled her eyes and grabbed Su Wanyue's hair like claws.
The four people were entangled with each other like snakes.
What kind of annual ethics drama is this?
Pull any two people out and they can come up with a shocking plot.
"This..." The security guard was a little embarrassed and looked at the only normal person at the scene.
"What's going on?"
Sang Luo cleared his throat to prevent himself from laughing.
She looked at the people on the ground innocently: "I don't know, they were like this when I came back."
The security guard immediately seemed to understand, and then felt a little sympathy.
"Do you need me to call a doctor?"
Sang Luo shook his head: "Father and mother care more about their reputation, so it's better not to spread this matter."
The security guard immediately smiled and nodded: "Don't worry."
Out of their own responsibilities, the security guard cooperated with Sang Luo to drag several unconscious people back to their rooms. Finally, he told them to lock the rooms and left quickly.
However, there was a little excitement in his eyes as he left.
Even on the next day, the abnormal relationship between the Lu family and the brother and sister was vaguely spread in the community.
It is said that an eyewitness came in when he heard the commotion and found that the Su family's parents discovered the relationship between the two, and several people had a big quarrel and fought with each other.
In the end, the scene was so tragic that several people fell unconscious.
Someone also asked about Sang Luo, the only survivor at the scene.
The other party was very candid: "I was not at home at the time, so I knew that the scene was very chaotic. There might have been some dispute."
One sentence almost sealed the matter.
When asked about the mental state of several people, Sang Luo sighed: "Everyone is doing well. But I heard that my father has been very close to an old Taoist priest recently, and I'm really worried."
For a moment, another voice spread in the circle.
The whole Su family is addicted to Taoism, and they are all possessed by evil spirits!
When Su's father heard about this, things were completely out of control.
He was shaking with anger, and after thinking about it for a moment, he felt that it was Sang Luo's behavior.
It was only when he went to look for Sang Luo that he found that she was already gone and even his luggage was packed.
"..."
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Without seeing these annoying people, Sang Luo returned to normal campus life.
To her surprise, these people's attitudes toward her seemed to have changed since she came back.
It's not that they suddenly became more enthusiastic, it's just that they weren't so specific.
Sang Luo was not interested in exploring the thoughts of these classmates and focused on his own studies.
She has also learned a lot of things on the Internet these days, and found that the only way to gain a foothold here is to continuously enrich and package herself.
After all, she used to love to learn, but she just lacked some hardware measures.
Qian Fei looked at the table next to him with a somewhat hesitant expression.
When the bell rang for the end of get out of class, Sang Luo clicked the cap of his pen and turned around: "What are you doing?"
Qian Fei's body shook suddenly, and he realized that he had been staring at the other party for half a class, and was discovered by the real owner.
Qian Fei blushed and waved his hand: "No, it's okay."
Sang Luo turned his face away again. He really had no intention of gossiping at all.
After waiting for a long time, Qian Fei realized that his neighbor at the table really wouldn't take the initiative to speak again.
He sat on the stool and twisted for a long time, and finally he could only speak again hesitantly: "Um, student Sang, there is something."
Sang Luo glanced at it lightly. For some reason, every time he faced this face, he always straightened his back subconsciously.
It is obviously a face with delicate and beautiful features, but it feels like it conceals an extremely powerful aura.
"Two classmates came to me and said they wanted to ask you a favor."
"Oh?" Sang Luo stopped writing, becoming more interested in this, "What's the matter?"
Qian Fei was a little nervous when he mentioned this: "It's about a dream."
Sang Luo frowned: "I'm not a psychiatrist. She found the wrong person."
After saying that, she stood up and packed her things to leave.
Qian Fei was a little anxious and wanted to pull Sang Luo's sleeve, but was scared away by a glance.
"This is not an ordinary dream, it is a dream that has been bothering her. If it is not solved, something will happen."
Hearing these words, Sang Luo stopped and said, "Recurring dream?"
Qian Fei nodded.
These cyclic dreams are not without origin, they are either good or bad, and the results are always extreme.
Sang Luo became interested in this and asked, "Why did you come to me?"
When he mentioned this, Qian Fei scratched his head and whispered: "I heard that you have done some research on that aspect, and I wanted to ask you to take a look."
Sang Luo was a little surprised. When did she reveal her identity as a Taoist priest at school?
Seeing her confused look, Qian Fei added: "Actually, it's about Song Yue."
Sang Luo understood a little bit, no wonder these people had such ambiguous attitudes towards her, maybe they thought she knew something evil.
"I agree, let them come to me." Sang Luo said.
Qian Fei's face showed a hint of relief: "They are outside now."
As soon as Sang Luo went out, he saw two petite girls leaning behind the classroom door. They lowered their heads and discussed something in a low voice.
When they saw Sang Luo, their eyes lit up, but they didn't dare to take a step. They didn't feel relieved until they saw Qian Fei's thumb behind them.
One of the girls walked towards Sang Luo and took the initiative to introduce: "Hello, classmate Sang, my name is Li Xiaofei, her name is Su Ziyue, she is a student in the next class."
Sang Luo had no intention of getting in touch with the two of them and asked directly: "I heard that you asked me to interpret your dreams?"
The two looked at each other. Su Ziyue was pushed forward and said shyly: "It's me. I had some dreams and I wanted to ask you if there is a way to solve them."
"This place will be closed soon. Let's go out and find a place to gather and talk in detail." Qian Fei took the initiative.
"I remember there was a hot pot restaurant recently, let's go eat hot pot."
Not knowing what she heard, Su Ziyue's body trembled suddenly, and her face turned pale instantly.
Li Xiaofei took the initiative to take a step forward and said softly: "Let's go to the dessert shop next door."
After deciding, the four of them ordered drinks and sat quietly at the table with each other.
Sang Luo glanced at his watch, unwilling to waste any more time, and proactively asked, "Did you dream about eating hot pot?"
Su Ziyue's face turned pale again, and then her eyes shone with hope.
"You guessed it, he is indeed the master."
Sang Luo unceremoniously dashed her hopes: "That's not true. There was something wrong with your face when Qian Fei mentioned hot pot just now. I guess it has something to do with it."
Su Ziyue's eyes dimmed for a second, but she quickly cheered up and smiled.
"I haven't been sleeping very well recently. In my sleep, I always dream of sitting in a hot pot restaurant and eating hot pot."
"What's the matter? I dream about being an emperor and eating a banquet every day." Qian Fei answered.
Su Ziyue glared at him: "You don't understand. People need money to eat hot pot, but my hot pot tastes terrible."
