Guo Qingqing felt that she was not sick at all, but her house was haunted, and the ghost of Tan Shu's unborn child was still lingering!

If Tan Shu really wanted to do good for her, he shouldn't have taken her to see a psychologist, but should have taken her to a temple.

Yuncheng's internet-famous temple, Wuzai Temple, has been demolished. The more famous temples and Taoist temples in the surrounding area are Fanning Temple and Heyun Temple, but they are all located in the wilderness and in remote areas.

Guo Qingqing bought a peach wood sword, Buddhist beads and other things online and placed them on her bedside, but she still had nightmares every night. Once, she opened her eyes in a daze and saw the weird smiling face of a baby.

She didn't dare stay at home alone, didn't dare go to the bathroom, and lied to Tan Shu that she had applied to live on campus, but in fact she stayed out all night and spent the night in crowded places like bars.

It was not until a week later that Tan Shu asked her homeroom teacher Huang Yafei about her situation at school and learned that Guo Qingqing had not returned to school to report for leave and had not been back for a whole week.

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During the noisy break, Shi Ling had just finished a test paper. The spring sun shone through the window onto her desk, and the physics formulas, elements and symbols seemed to shine brightly.

She moved her seat to the window, leaning her chin on her hand and looking out the window. Behind the teaching building, along the artificial lake, there were willows and peach blossoms planted everywhere. There were green mist and pink clouds, and the sky was clear and bright. She could sense the spring in the air.

The wind blew the willows, making them sway like a beauty bending down. Shi Ling reached out to catch the willow catkins floating into the classroom.

Willow catkins fell on Yu Chen's head.

Looking back in a depressed mood, his silver hair shone brightly in the sun, the spring breeze ruffled his hair, and the boy's cold snow-white eyes seemed to reflect the warm spring light in the garden.

Shi Ling's face was serious, "Don't move."

Yu Chen looked at Shi Ling with some confusion in his eyes. He didn't say anything, but did not move as he was told.

Shi Ling suddenly reached out and plucked a handful of his hair, grabbing the large ball of catkins that had fallen on his head. "That's enough."

Yu Chen chuckled helplessly.

Li Zhining in the back row looked in their direction expressionlessly. Her world was dim and colorless with only vague concepts, but the place where the two people were was like a black and white painting that was dyed with brilliant colors because of them.

She kept painting with the brush in her hand and drew two Q-version little figures, one pretending to be serious but particularly cute, and the other a little doubtful but full of indulgence and doting.

Although the CP she is supporting has been colleagues for thousands of years, it does not affect her belief that it is real.

"Are you drawing Shi Ling and Yu Chen?"

Luo Yuan discovered that this new art student seemed to like drawing Shi Ling and Yu Chen very much, and his drawings were quite beautiful.

Li Zhining heard the voice and glanced at Luo Yuan calmly, "Yeah."

Luo Yuan asked, "I'm sitting next to Shi Ling, why don't you draw me too?"

Li Zhining: "..." Draw you too, to play Ran Dong?

Luo Yuan: "Your paintings are quite beautiful. Do you accept commissions? Can you draw one for me and Shi Ling as well?"

"No. But I can draw you a separate one."

Li Zhining looked in the direction of Luo Yuan, with a hint of mischievous sarcasm on the corner of her lips. She turned the paintbrush lightly, and there seemed to be a hexagram turning in her dark eyes.

However, the hexagram formation that only she could see was stuck.

Li Zhining paused holding the paintbrush, and a look of astonishment flashed across his face.

How can I not see it?

In this class, apart from Shi Ling and Yu Chen's trajectories, which she cannot spy on and can only occasionally glimpse some leaked secrets, there are actually people whose trajectories she cannot see?

Li Zhining clenched his pen and said in a cold voice, "Who are you?"