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281 "Hey classmate, stop right there!"

Zhuang Yibin saw they had stopped talking, gave a cold laugh, turned and was about to go look for the vehicle they had mentioned on the road.

But the next second, he was restrained.

He turned his head to look, and it was still that traffic officer from before.

At this moment he was holding something unknown in his hand, muttering to himself: "Hello, is this the Psychiatry Department of Nan Cheng Hospital? There's a student at Nan Cheng No. 1 High School who suspects that excessive study pressure has caused mental illness symptoms, treating himself as a zombie, saying he wants to eat our souls; please come over and take him away."

Zhuang Yibin was about to explode, "I am the Ghost King, the Ghost King! Not a disgusting lowly zombie!"

That traffic officer gave him a sideways glance, then ignored his words and continued telling the specific address on the phone.

Zhuang Yibin: "!!!"

He actually dared to ignore him.

He is actually a proper Ghost King!

So he stretched out his hand, fingers curled into claws gathering yin energy in his palm, then turned and lunged at the person holding him.

Before he could even touch the traffic officer, his wrist was grabbed and twisted behind his back.

Then Zhuang Yibin heard him mutter again: "This kid also has violent tendencies, don't forget to bring protection."

Zhuang Yibin: "......"

Setting out inauspiciously, his gaze fell again on another boy not far away who bore the Wen Chang aura.

The next second, he left this body and rolled toward that boy.

In the same posture, he shook his head slightly, back to the crowd that had exclaimed as the child fainted, one hand behind his back, the other extended forward, and strode away.

Zhuang Yibin walked aimlessly, then suddenly saw Nan Cheng No. 1 High School not far away, and a flash of joy crossed his eyes.

"What a strong Wen Chang aura—could this be the academy of this era?" He thought, then surely there are many students here preparing to go to the capital for the exams?

Now he has no ghostly power at all; if he wants to return to his original strength, he still has to take the old path and devour people's living souls.

However, he was somewhat curious about how the study contents of scholars in this era differ from his time, and incidentally he could eat a few diligent scholars, saving them from dying under the oppression of imperial nobility.

Once his strength returns to its peak, he will storm the imperial city of this era and will surely slaughter them, leaving not a single piece of armor!

Thinking this, Zhuang Yibin felt excitement rise within him.

Holding his head high, he walked toward Nan Cheng No. 1 High School.

As he walked, he also devoured several wandering souls at the intersection.

But he didn't stay happy for long; just as he reached the school gate, he was stopped by the security guard.

"Wait, hey classmate, stop right there— which class are you in? You're a day student, right? It's not yet time to enter school; after classes you didn't go home to eat but came back to the school— what are you doing?"

Zhuang Yibin frowned and muttered lowly, "How many people looking for death, annoying!"

He looked at the approaching security guard; the hand behind him gathered some yin energy, then he lunged fiercely at the guard's head.

The security guard's eyes instantly went blank and vacant, standing there with no reaction.

Zhuang Yibin satisfiedly raised his eyebrows, lowered his head and glanced at the wisp of ghostly power on his hand.

Although he has cultivated for several hundred years, as long as he has souls to devour, he can quickly restore his killing energy and ghostly power.

Although they're just scraps between the teeth, for now controlling an individual and absorbing some vital essence is still easy.

That person just now who didn't know what he was doing— he extracted one of his souls.

After a while, finding a quiet place, he prepares to absorb it to increase his cultivation.

With no one obstructing him, he strode into the campus.

But after just a couple steps, he stopped again.

Because the school gate was closed, he couldn't get in!

So he again controlled the security guard to open the door, then marched in with great strides.

The campus was very quiet; as Zhuang Yibin walked for a while, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter, his expression grew impatient, and he thought, "How can this era's academy be so huge? Where are the classrooms? And where is the teacher?"

Just as he was thinking, a middle-aged man holding a thermos appeared not far away.

He saw Zhuang Yibin, and surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Hey classmate, stop right there!"

Zhuang Yibin: "......"

"How annoying, why does everyone keep telling him to stop?"

When Tushan Jiu and the others arrived at Nan Cheng No. 1 High School, just then two ambulances had passed the school gate.

Many parents who had just sent off their students were there discussing, saying that the senior year director and the school's security guards didn't know what was going on and had started acting crazy.

Moreover, someone said that at noon when school let out, a student over at Denggang was also spouting nonsense and then fainted afterward.

For a moment, everyone speculated wildly about all kinds of possibilities.

Someone said, "Could it be because the college entrance exam is coming up soon, so the students are under great pressure, and the teachers are too?"

But someone immediately objected, "What about the security guard's pressure?"

Someone else said, "Or maybe it's food poisoning from eating something wrong?"

But then someone said, "How could a teacher, a security guard, and a student all happen to eat the same thing and all get food poisoning?"

Moreover, since all three ate at the cafeteria, if it were food poisoning, others would have shown symptoms too.

The crowd's discussion ended inconclusively, but the matter had already blown up.

Tushan Jiu and the others exchanged a glance, then hurried toward the school.

At the school gate, the substitute security guard standing there saw that they were strangers and immediately stopped them.

"Hello, outsiders are not allowed to enter the campus; are you guys parents or something?"

Wang Dongqing flashed his credentials and said, "Hello, we're from the Nan Cheng Office; we've come to see your leaders."

If they wanted to go into the school to catch ghosts, they definitely needed to first communicate with the school's leadership.

After all, Zhuang Yibin doesn't know which student's body he is attached to, and to avoid startling him and causing him to hurt someone again, we still need the school's cooperation.

The security guard glanced at the ID, wondered inwardly, "What kind of unit is the Nan Cheng Office?"

All the students in the school are helpless, so he naturally dare not be careless and let just anyone in.

He said, "Please wait a moment, I'll contact the leader."

They said nothing; the school's security doing so was right, after all, inside were not just hundreds or thousands of students, but hundreds or thousands of families.

Soon, the security side came back with a reply: "Our leader says please take the call; he wants to confirm your purpose."

Wang Dongqing went to answer the phone, said nothing else, only that he wanted to investigate the case of those three people who had innocently gone mad earlier.

At this moment, inside the principal assistant's office.

Zhang Xuefeng and his disciple were sitting on the sofa, waiting to ask this principal assistant, Assistant Sun, about the situation.

Just now they received an alarm call saying that the security guard and director of studies at Nan Cheng No. 1 High School had suddenly gone mad.

They then hurried over.

The principal was on the way back to the school; only Assistant Sun was there.

But after they revealed their identities and were about to inquire, the office phone rang.