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283 "Tushan Family's little girl, I'm the Poor God! Dare you hit me?"

Everyone says fear is human nature, but ghosts are too.

Moreover, it's a ghost that has endured day after day, year after year, several hundred years of cruel punishment.

So when Zhuang Yibin saw Tushan Jiu's face, his whole head froze instinctively.

But his stress response was not small either; he moved his hand away from the desk, spreading one hand as yin qi slowly gathered in his palm.

Tushan Jiu and the others had solemn expressions.

He was using these students as hostages.

Both sides were in a standoff.

Until the teacher on the podium discovered that Wang Yangyang, possessed by Zhuang Yibin, was skipping class.

A piece of chalk shot out, precisely locating his palm that was emanating yin qi.

"Pfft" The chalk stained with Wenchang qi interrupted Zhuang Yibin's "spellcasting".

"Wang Yangyang, what time is it now? You're still skipping class, and what I just said were possible question types for the college entrance exam..."

Zhuang Yibin grew angry, his yin qi surging all over, and he slammed the table and stood up.

But at this moment, he felt his feet bound.

He looked down and his pupils contracted sharply.

Maoshan Sect's Paper Man Technique!

Back then, it was the Maoshan Sect's Celestial Master who caught him!

Today he's really unlucky; everyone he runs into is his nemesis!

No time to think, as the classroom door was pushed open, Maomao followed Sun Zheng inside.

"Chen Laoshi, I'm here to find Wang Yangyang about something." Sun Zheng said exactly what Tushan Jiu had told him to say earlier.

Maomao smiled slightly and whispered, "Zhuang Yibin, come out."

As her words fell, Wang Yangyang moved.

He stepped, paused, slowly moving forward like a robot.

Although Maomao's voice wasn't loud, some students in the front still heard it.

They turned to look at the stiff-moving Wang Yangyang, then at Maomao standing diagonally behind Sun Zheng.

They wondered, who is Zhuang Yibin?

Why does this sister call Wang Yangyang Zhuang Yibin?

Today, so many strange things really happened at school!

Curiosity drove everyone's gaze to follow Wang Yangyang, and they found each step seemed to resist moving his body forward, somewhat like a puppet.

Maomao also frowned at this moment; she naturally sensed her Paper Man Control Technique.

This Zhuang Yibin was trying to break free from her technique.

Moreover, more importantly, he not only absorbed one po from those three, but actually recovered ten percent of his ghostly arts.

He's been devouring the wandering souls and wild ghosts on the road!

He was still about two meters away when Zhuang Yibin suddenly stopped.

Maomao's face turned pale.

The next second, Zhuang Yibin left Wang Yangyang's body.

Ordinary people couldn't see it, but Tushan Jiu and the others clearly saw a long-haired head fly out the window.

Tushan Jiu reacted fastest, saying "Chase!" then directly performing Shrink Ground to Inch, flashing and disappearing in place.

Mumu flipped and leapt down from the hallway railing.

Wang Dongqing and Xiang Yichu also followed.

Maomao did not follow.

Because Wang Yangyang's eyes rolled white and he fainted.

The teacher on the podium jumped in fright, and many students also screamed.

Maomao calmly directed Sun Zheng to call 120, while she carried Wang Yangyang out of the classroom.

Just out of the classroom, she used cover to draw a Yin-Dispelling Talisman.

Although Wang Yangyang was possessed, Zhuang Yibin didn't have time to extract his soul; dispelling the yin qi from his body would wake him up, no big deal.

The remaining three were troublesome; they needed to capture Zhuang Yibin.

Zhang Xuefeng, standing in the hallway, was dumbfounded.

Wang Dongqing and his three friends jumped off the building; he's used to it, so he wasn't shocked.

What shocked him was that just now Tushan Jiu fiddled with her fingers a bit, then muttered two incomprehensible incantations, and then the whole person vanished into thin air?

Could it be that there really are immortals in this world!

Tushan Jiu is one!

On the other side, Tushan Jiu flashed to the sports field.

After stabilizing, she simultaneously flung out ten talisman papers, encircling that head.

Zhuang Yibin had nowhere to escape; the head jumped about within the encirclement.

He looked at Tushan Jiu.

At this moment, Tushan Jiu's hand already gripped the Ghost Head Blade.

Not far away, Wang Dongqing and his group also ran over.

Zhuang Yibin felt somewhat desperate.

To be honest, he felt quite indignant.

Hah, you all are just lucky; if I recovered my former strength, I wouldn't even need my peak period—just recovering halfway, I could crush you few Mystic Masters like pinching ants. After all, back then I killed quite a few Underworld Officials!

Tushan Jiu laughed, fiddling with the Ghost Head Blade in her hand: "Is that so?"

"Of course, little miss of the Tushan Family, you'd better not doubt it—besides gods and spirits, I can't beat them; as for the rest..."

Suddenly, a wave of divine power surged.

With a "Boom", a ghost gate appeared on the playground.

Everyone turned to look at the sound.

Creak, the door opened, and out walked a short, young male student, dressed in rags, looking exactly like a beggar from a TV drama.

Tushan Jiu took one look at Qiongzi and flew into a rage.

This kid may be a god, but he's too mischievous!

She always deals with troublesome kids by beating them into submission—for example, Gou Dan.

She hefted the Ghost Head Blade in her hand.

Before I couldn't do it, but now...

Tushan Jiu tilted her head at Zhuang Yibin and said, "You can't beat gods and spirits—hey, that's the immortal who'll rip your head off."

Zhuang Yibin was puzzled: "How?"

Tushan Jiu didn't answer his question; she turned the Ghost Head Blade, the blade sweeping across.

Striding swiftly, she walked over to Qiongzi.

Qiongzi's attention was all on Zhuang Yibin; he had finally found that ball, and now kicking it back, the Great Emperor of Fengdu ought to be released from his closed-door reflection!

He thought: "Honestly, it's not a big deal—it's just a head; finding it would fix everything."

Just then, a sudden "Smack" came from his ear.

Then a sharp pain shot through his buttocks.

He clutched his buttocks and jumped up with a yell, "Ah! My buttocks!"

Qiongzi turned his head and saw Tushan Jiu holding the Ghost Head Blade in a cucumber-smacking pose, ready to smack him again!

"Little miss of the Tushan Family, I'm the Poor God—dare you hit me?"

"Wait! How can you hurt me?"

As soon as he said that, he instinctively looked at the knife in Tushan Jiu's hand.

Turns out, the Ghost Head Blade actually had divine power on it!

"How can your blade possibly have divine power?"

Tushan Jiu hefted her blade and said, "Oh, you're asking about this? I fused the City God's divine power into my family's Ghost Head Blade—what do you think, any problem?"

She gave Qiongzi a slight smirk.

So, hitting you is just light!

To keep you out of trouble every day!

No work, so I find work for them to do!

The underworld is so big, it can't even hold you!

Troublesome kid, you deserve a beating!

And so the scene unfolded: Tushan Jiu chased Poor God across the playground, smacking his buttocks.

The other three were dumbfounded.

Poor God is also a god, after all.

Who ever sees a Mystic Master chasing a god to beat him—does that even make sense?