Fang Zong waved his hand and laughed, "You'd better not move. This is a yin place, filled with cold and yin energy. You've just woken up from the invasion of ghost energy, and touching even a blade of grass or a tree could cause you to be infected again."
Xu Jing pointed at her classmates, whose faces were blank: "Where are they?"
"It's nothing, they're just not mentally strong enough and have fallen into a self-protective mechanism. They'll instinctively obey whatever you say."
"What about us? Should we just stay put?" Xu Jing hugged Fang Zong's arm.
It feels warm and reassuring.
Fang Zong glanced at Xu Jing, then at the several students who were still in their right mind.
Finally, he looked at the desks in the classroom and smiled.
The desks were very ordinary, made of plywood, the kind used in schools.
But things are different in the underworld because these desks are all real things that exist in the real world.
Ninth Sister said, "It seems the wooden ghost is a poor wretch and can't create a real yin place. Wait, what are you trying to do? Can you please not be so violent?"
Fang Zong asked, "Is there any other way?"
Ninth Sister shook her head: "No."
Fang Zong nodded, and the violin case on his back exploded open, releasing a Tang-style horizontal sword.
With the long sword in hand, the Roaring Thunder transformed into a blue-patterned dragon.
Fang Zong, fully equipped, strode out the door.
He casually said something, and those 'wooden people' who were caught in their self-preservation mechanism lifted Xu Jing and the others onto their desks and followed them out.
They went downstairs together.
As soon as Xu Jing got downstairs, she saw Fang Zong draw his long knife.
Turn around,
Slice through the school building!
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