Yang Jian also saw it, walked over, took out the letter, opened it, and growled angrily, "It's a curse letter! These people have never harmed her at all!"
"She has gone crazy." Fu Bao's eyes also flashed with anger, "Let's go upstairs to save people."
Of course, she had to be stopped as soon as possible, so the three of them hurriedly ran to the teaching building. Since it was on the tenth floor, Yang Jian and He Xiaohe instinctively wanted to take the elevator.
"The first rule of thumb is to stay away from the elevator." Fu Bao said in a deep voice.
So the three of them ran straight up the stairs. As soon as they entered the stairwell, something fell from the top. There was a bang. As soon as He Xiaohe saw what it was, he immediately let out a terrified scream.
That turned out to be a head!
"That's too much!" Yang Jian wanted to see who the deceased was. After all, he had studied the students in Class 1, Grade 3, and wanted to know if he was a student in their class.
The hair on this head was a bit long and covered the face. Yang Jian knelt down to pluck the hair away. Fu Bao suddenly felt something was wrong because there was no blood spurting from this head.
"Yang Jian, back off!" he shouted nervously. At this moment, the head laughed strangely, "咭咭咭". Yang Jian was startled, and just as he was about to retreat, the hair of the head suddenly grew long, and suddenly it wrapped around his feet, and he was suddenly Drag him down, and he is about to be dragged away.
Fu Bao rushed over and stepped on the head, seeing its face clearly, "It's He Jiawei!"
"Roar--" The head turned around and roared at Fu Bao.
"Goodbye!" Fu Bao raised his foot and made a hook shot. The head immediately screamed and hit the wall and disappeared. Yang Jian breathed a sigh of relief at this time, "I almost capsized in the gutter."
"Be careful, there are many ghosts here." Fu Bao said solemnly.
He Xiaohe nodded desperately, and she saw white shadows flashing from time to time in the thick black fog.
The three of them continued to climb up, and soon reached the tenth floor. As soon as they stepped onto the corridor, they heard a cry from a nearby classroom, but the corridor was empty.
Yang Jian was about to rush over, but Fu Bao held him back and pointed at the ceiling. He looked up and saw a wet ghost lying on the ceiling. Water kept dripping from his body and smelled of disinfectant.
Seeing them, the evil ghost grinned and screamed, and a strong wind carrying heavy rain suddenly blew in the corridor, beating the three of them so hard that they couldn't open their eyes.
"Who is this one..." His vision was blurred, and Yang Jian couldn't help but be horrified. He didn't see the ghostly appearance in the sudden glance just now.
"It should be the one who drowned in the swimming pool." Fu Bao squinted his eyes. In a state full of yin energy, he could see very clearly that the ghost pounced down, targeting Yang Jian who was walking in the front.
Without thinking, he kicked the trash can beside him. The trash can flew into the air and accurately covered the ghost that jumped down. With a splash, the ghost was spinning around in the trash can, making him dizzy and raging. The wind and rain stopped. He went up and kicked the ghost again, kicking the ghost and the trash can away.
Wow! So strong! Come on, boss!
He Xiaohe cheered fiercely in his heart.
The ghosts blocking the road were beaten away by Fu Bao one after another. They finally broke through many obstacles and arrived outside Class 1 of the third year of high school.
Yang Jian reached out and was about to open the classroom door. Fu Bao signaled him not to act rashly, who knew what traps might be waiting for them.
"Xiaohe, take a look. Who is there? Is there anything strange?" Fu Bao pushed He Xiaohe to the window.
Hey, hey, hey... Boss, it’s true that I have yin and yang eyes, but I can’t fight ghosts like you. Can you please stop being so close to the classroom?
Screaming in her heart, He Xiaohe still looked into the classroom tremblingly. She looked around and saw only a group of shivering students gathered in the middle of the classroom.
"It should be no problem." As soon as Yang Jian heard her words, he opened the door without saying a word, but what greeted him was a green ghost.
The eyes, ears, mouth and nose of that face were covered with earthy yellow liquid, and it seemed to be steaming!
"So disgusting-" He Xiaohe screamed in disgust and fear, this ghost is so disgusting.
"You are all... going to... die..." Gui, whose facial features were boiling, stretched out his hand and pinched Yang Jian's neck.
"Get away." Fu Bao stepped forward and punched the ghost, which immediately turned the ghost's head 180 degrees.
But at this moment, his feet suddenly tightened, and he quickly lowered his head and saw two pale hands holding his feet tightly, and the owner of the hands was very familiar to him.
"Li Junhao?"
"Bang!" He was pulled down violently by Li Junhao, and felt that the floor beneath him began to melt. Li Junhao, who was dragging him, kept sinking, and he sank with him.
"Fu Bao!" Yang Jian shouted and rushed over, holding Fu Bao's hand.
He Xiaohe was also anxious and kicked Li Junhao's head desperately, causing water to come out of his mouth and nose, and the water kept pouring out one after another.
"Wow... I'm sorry!" Seeing this, He Xiaohe felt that he was so cruel. Li Junhao was stepped on and missed, and couldn't help but feel a little sorry. However, it was more important to save Fu Bao.
Li Junhao, who was kicked to the point of dripping water, melted into the floor as if he had lost his strength, while Fu Bao was pulled up by Yang Jian.
"Thank you." Fu Bao turned to He Xiaohe and said.
"Wow! I'm so touched. She said thank you to me with a poker face!" He Xiaohe looked happy. Look, she is also very useful.
Fu Bao's face looked a bit stinky, he was actually ambushed... Tsk.
When they saw the ghosts being eliminated by them, the students immediately cheered with joy, shouted for help, and rushed to their side.
"Fu Bao, I'll take them downstairs first." Yang Jian said.
The students are innocent and must be taken out first.
But at this moment, the students let out a thrilling scream.
Fu Bao followed their line of sight and looked in the direction of the scream, and found that the chalk was flying and something was being drawn on the blackboard.
Each stroke took shape quickly, and what they saw was a terrifying face with a head full of snake-like hair.
The face on the blackboard opened its mouth and roared silently, and the chalk words were written on the blackboard: No one who receives the letter can run away, they will all die! die! die!
Three big words "death" appeared on the blackboard, which shocked the students so much that they couldn't help but cry and howl.
"Has any of you received a curse letter?" Yang Jian asked immediately.
Most of the students raised their hands, at least more than twenty. This Li Junhao is really hardworking.
Fu Bao frowned and shouted loudly, "Everyone, please follow Officer Yang!"
Yang Jian waved his hand and led the students to escape.
At this time, the grimace on the blackboard suddenly became angry, and sharp lines appeared one after another. These lines were extremely three-dimensional and even broke through the blackboard, forming jets of water that erupted out, causing the students who were trying to run out of the classroom to fall down. .
Although he didn't understand why the ghost appeared in this way, Fu Bao could only rush to the podium, pick up the eraser, and try to erase the ghost face.
But the next second, a pattern of wind appeared on the blackboard, whistling, and he was blown backwards.
"Go to hell!" Three more words appeared on the blackboard. The wind became stronger and stronger. Fu Bao was forced to retreat step by step. His whole body was almost floating. He was not far from the broken window. If he retreated any further, he would be afraid. Will fall downstairs.
Seeing Fu Bao in danger and Yang Jian in the distance, He Xiaohe looked around anxiously, and finally saw the bucket filled with water placed in the corner. His eyes suddenly lit up, he ran over, picked up the bucket, and poured the water on the blackboard. splash.
Suddenly, the lines of the strong wind dimmed, and the strong wind Fu Bao endured also weakened at this moment.
"Keep splashing!" Fu Bao shouted to He Xiaohe, and then said to Yang Jian: "Take the students away quickly!"
He Xiaohe poured water on the blackboard again. The lines on the grimace on the blackboard first twisted and changed, forming the appearance of a long-haired girl, with water plants drawn with delicate brush strokes all over her body, and then gradually faded in the water marks.
At this time, Yang Jian had already rushed out of the classroom with most of the students, but He Xiaohe found that the bucket was empty and there was no water.
"Uh..." He Xiaohe stood in front of the blackboard blankly.
The lines on the blackboard that had gradually faded became clear again at this moment. A girl with only the upper body appeared on the blackboard, with a ferocious expression. Her face happened to be facing He Xiaohe's, and then a row of words appeared on the blackboard: You I also received the letter, now...go to hell!
A pair of hands suddenly appeared from the blackboard, strangled He Xiaohe's neck, and lifted He Xiaohe up high. He Xiaohe waved his hands around and kicked his feet, but he could not struggle against the restraint of those hands.
"Help, help..." She made a difficult voice.
