Chapter 142 Earning 90 Million in a Week 06
After the school bell rang, the classroom slowly emptied, with only two or three remaining students sitting in the last row, playing and laughing.
They sat there openly, completely ignoring the fact that their dirty shoes had left footprints on the girls' desks. Even if the girls knew about it, they would not dare to go and complain.
They are the problem students that give the class teacher a headache. In this small group, there are "moderate problem" and "serious problem". Among them, Zhao Erliu, who has been bullying classmates since elementary school, deserves to be the leader of the gang.
You have to know that he is different from other students who skip classes and are angry with their teachers.
It is said that he forced his peers to death.
"Brother Zhao, don't you want to teach that girl a lesson? I've already done it. Just wait and see. Tomorrow will definitely be the most exciting flag-raising ceremony."
"What did you do? Did you change that girl's speech?"
"Boring, boring, really boring."
"You guessed it already, how are we going to surprise Brother Zhao tomorrow?"
"Forget it... Our tricks are not good enough for Brother Zhao. Compared with Brother Zhao, we are just playing a prank."
"But I won't hide it from you. When that old woman threw my English homework at me, I really wanted to poke her nose with a pencil sharpener... Hey, Brother Zhao, what does it feel like to stab someone with a knife?"
The boy with pockmarks on his face grumbled, "That's it, red knife in, white knife out."
"Tsk tsk tsk, look at us, our brother Zhao is still the best. Stabbing people a few times! Most people would brag about it everywhere, but our brother Zhao doesn't even take this little experience seriously."
"That's right, Brother Zhao is protecting us, and Brother Zhao's father is protecting our high school!"
"Can you please stop nagging me? It's giving me a headache."
Zhao Erliu's brows were still restless. He turned over the table and walked towards the door. Several followers hurriedly asked, "Brother Zhao, where are you going?"
"I'm going to release the water. Why, you want to follow me?"
He then said some more unpleasant things, such as "Are you following me to lick me clean? I don't need toilet paper." Zhao Erliu walked away, cursing.
The little follower scratched his head and asked, "Is our brother Zhao's temper getting worse and worse?"
"He's not like this all the time. He wouldn't be him if he wasn't manic."
"I'm afraid the pocket money his father gives him is not enough. That's true. Who can afford his kind of spending? Even if his family is rich, they don't do that."
"Hey, keep your voice down. Don't let him hear you when he gets back."
The classroom window was blown open by the wind, and the sound of basketballs bouncing on the court could be heard from afar. A follower sitting on the table sat up straight and suddenly said seriously, "Do you feel that Brother Zhao's face has become much darker recently?"
"Dark? From the sun?"
"What's the sun..."
"Hey hey... I heard from my mom that having a dark face means you have violated a taboo and are being targeted by ghosts."
The little follower felt uncomfortable, and felt that the temperature in the classroom had dropped a lot. There was a gust of cold wind behind him. "Bullshit, stop scaring people with these words."
"Who scared you? I'm serious. I have evidence."
"What evidence?"
The boy cleared his throat and deliberately lowered his voice. "The last time I noticed that his temper had deteriorated was at the beginning of last school year. Do you remember what happened at that time?"
"School started last year...ah."
"You remember?"
Such trivial matters should not be remembered so clearly, but because they are linked to death, they are like adding a "death anniversary" to the calendar, and it is easy to look up and see them in memory.
At the beginning of last year, during lunch break, Zhao Erliu was playing with his mobile phone absentmindedly when he suddenly saw a news report. He was stunned for a moment, then he grinned and burst into laughter.
This laughter seemed very abrupt in the cafeteria. The students who turned around with frowns in their eyes stopped talking after seeing that it was him and turned around to continue eating.
The henchman was about to report to Zhao Erliu that someone was glaring at him, but he heard him say in a happy tone: "Great, great. He's finally dead."
"Who died?" They were all shocked.
Zhao Erliu turned over the screen of his mobile phone, and they all saw a dead person lying in the middle of the screen with a mosaic. The edges were red. Thinking that it might be blood, the boys were both frightened and excited.
"Who is this? Did he jump off the building?"
"Didn't I get injured during the holiday?" Zhao Erliu pointed at the dead man on the screen, "It was his wife who did it."
"Oh my God, is that his wife? The crazy woman who ran into your house and stabbed people? How come everyone in their family is mentally ill? It's true that mentally ill people don't die a good death."
"Maybe he went crazy after his daughter was hit by a car, or maybe he just wasn't smart to begin with." Zhao Erliu didn't care.
"Just look at their daughter. When she was in the same class with me, she was like a retard. She even stuttered when the teacher asked questions. She's already that old!"
"How smart a child can be born from parents with poor brains. Hey, let me tell you secretly, his father also accepted 100,000 yuan from my father. Although it is just a drizzle for my father, it may be a windfall for their family."
Zhao Erliu suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.
"Maybe, maybe it was because he coveted the money that his family suffered such a miserable death. How did you use that idiom? Ah, yes, karma will come true! Hahaha!"
The followers looked at each other in bewilderment. They had obviously heard of this elementary school classmate who caused Zhao Er to transfer schools. He was from another middle school and was hit and killed by a car not long ago. Several middle schools were talking about this incident.
Some people say that he was bullied by Zhao Erliu.
Some people say no.
"Brother Zhao...why did your father give his father 100,000 yuan?"
Zhao Erliu naturally answered, "Because his father is greedy."
"There must be a reason... Why would you give so much money to someone for no reason? Brother Zhao, let me tell you a guess, don't be angry, you... did you do something to that woman, so your father..."
There was nothing wrong with admitting to this evil deed, and Zhao Erliu also thought it was a highlight in his career that was worth showing off. However, thinking of his father's repeated warnings not to mention what he had done to anyone, even the uncle in the court said so, he could only remain vague with reluctance.
"Why ask so many questions? The person is already dead." Thinking of this, Zhao Erliu felt relieved.
"Now the whole family is dead, hahaha, it's better if they die, it's good for him and me too."
When asked why he said that, he said with a proud look on his face: "Isn't it good? What a great thing. Their family is reunited, I sincerely wish them well."
…
The little follower suddenly realized, "You mean, that man jumped off the building and turned into a ghost, and Brother Zhao is being targeted by him?"
"Just listen to his bluffing. It's not that weird..."
"Don't you still don't believe me? I have evidence. Last time during physical education class, Brother Zhao didn't go. He said he wanted to sleep in the classroom. I came back to check on him and found that he was having a nightmare!"
"At that time, his eyebrows were knitted together, and his whole face was covered with cold sweat. No matter how I pushed him, he wouldn't wake up. He kept muttering, 'Don't come looking for me, it wasn't me who hit your daughter to death'... Who else could it be if it wasn't the man who jumped off the building?"
He described it vividly, as if he had seen it with his own eyes, and everyone else fell silent. For a moment, the classroom was terribly quiet, and one of them rubbed his arms and swallowed dryly.
"It's so cold... Don't you feel cold?"
"It's been cold since a while ago. It's not even night yet."
"Hey, you guys are not scared by me, are you?"
The boy who started the conversation didn't want to scare them too much, so he suppressed his laughter and comforted them: "Don't worry about it. What can a ghost do? It's just a dream. If they really hated Brother Zhao, they would have crawled out of the ground and killed him. How could they let him live?"
The others thought about it and agreed.
"That's right. Just having nightmares won't scare Brother Zhao."
"Having a nightmare every day is scary, but if you keep having the same nightmare, you will develop antibodies, just like being sick. No matter how scary a virus is, it won't be scary if you find out it doesn't affect you."
"Yeah, yeah, a ghost that only appears in dreams can't possibly have any killing power."
"Hey, Peng Xiaoquan, where did your mother hear these things? Take me with you next time, I want to listen too!"
"Sure, sure."
Only one student turned around and realized something, "Brother Zhao has been gone for a long time..."
…
Zhao Erliu had just walked out of the bathroom when he ran into bad luck.
He was clearly watching when he was going down the stairs, but he missed a step and fell down the stairs, his face was bruised and swollen, and his parents didn't recognize him. He got up tremblingly, put his shaking hands to his mouth, and spat out half of his front tooth.
Before he could mourn for the tooth, a gust of cold wind suddenly blew down the stairs and passed through his body.
"ah……"
Zhao Erliu opened his mouth wide and was stunned for a moment. Then his eyes became clear again, but unlike his previous brown eyes, they were now dark green.
He first looked to the side and lowered his head humbly, as if he was saluting the invisible air.
The hoarse voice didn't sound like Zhao Erliu's voice changer, "Sir, you still..."
He said half of his words but suddenly shut his mouth as if he had been slapped.
Two female students came up the stairs with mops and buckets in their hands and were startled to see Zhao Erliu lying on the ground. One of them with short hair was about to help him up when she was grabbed by the other with ponytails, who showed a disgusted expression.
"What's wrong? He seems to have fallen hard..."
"Look who he is."
The short-haired female student took a closer look and recognized him as the troublemaker of the whole school, Zhao Erliu. She no longer wanted to help him up, but then she started to worry again, "But if we don't help him, will he hold a grudge against us and bring his gang of brothers to cause trouble for us tomorrow?"
"Look at how dizzy he is from the fall. I'm afraid his brain is gone."
"Let's go quickly."
Just as he said this, Zhao Erliu, with a bruised face and nose, suddenly stood up. The two girls quickly took a step back, but they didn't expect that Zhao Erliu, with blood at the corner of his mouth, had a dull look in his eyes and was respectful and polite to them.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I'm blocking your way."
After apologizing, he limped out of the stairs, "You, you go."
Both girls felt that Zhao Erliu was a little strange, but they couldn't tell what was strange.
Although his face was covered with wounds, his polite behavior diluted the bloodiness in his body, and he did not look as hideous as usual.
After letting them pass, Zhao Erliu did not stop, but continued to limp to the end, opened the door and walked into a classroom. The two girls watched from a distance.
"Strange, is he in this class? It seems not..."
…
As soon as Zhao Erliu walked into the classroom, he knelt down on the spot.
"Forgive your humble servant for walking before you, sir. Are you satisfied with what I have done just now?"
A few drops of green fire splashed on the ground, and Zhao Erliu's teeth chattered. He didn't dare to look up, so he could only crawl on the ground humbly, staring at the sizzling flames in front of him.
They are brighter than the setting sun outside.
"look up."
Zhao Erliu trembled, "Sir, I dare not..."
“I don’t want to say it a second time.”
Zhao Erliu had no choice but to do as he was told. He raised his head in tears, and in his blurred vision there was only a mottled blood-red figure. At this time, the nameless wandering soul of Linya City discovered that the legendary ghost king was so young, with a face like that of a teenager.
"There is not a single ghost in Linya City, why are you here?"
"My Lord, please allow me to be clear. I did not mean to wander around." Zhao Erliu replied in panic, "In fact, I don't know why I am here. Three years ago, I opened my eyes and was floating here."
"I thought about floating away, but I couldn't leave the city, so I stayed in this middle school... until you came."
He waited in fear, but he didn't expect that the Ghost King did not punish him.
"Come out first, I have something to ask him."
"Sir, I have been active in this middle school. This student named Zhao Erliu is really tricky. Without my control, he might offend you..."
The nameless wandering soul weighed his words carefully, "I can see that you have a use for him, he can't just die like this..."
"I won't kill him." The red-eyed ghost narrowed his eyes, "I just have to deal with him before sending him over."
Where to send it to... Inappropriate guesses flashed through the nameless ghost's mind. He always felt that the Ghost King was particularly gentle when talking about this mysterious place.
Since the ghost king said so, he could only end the possession quickly. A subtle light flashed and then disappeared, and Zhao Erliu's eyes returned to brown.
He cried out in pain as severe pain swept through his body and mouth.
"Um...you? Who are you?"
He covered his mouth and found himself kneeling in front of a weirdo. He was furious and in pain, and he wanted to curse, "What are you doing now? You changed your clothes and appearance this time, right?"
"But I tell you, it's useless!"
"You are just an evil ghost in a dream, what can you do to me? Give me the middle finger? You can't even move my finger in a dream, hahahaha!"
Zhao Erliu was so impulsive that he didn't realize that he was not sleeping in the bathroom.
This is not what is called a dream.
And the strange man in front of him was not his classmate's father, Tang Ze—the ghost who only appeared in his dreams and stared at him darkly.
"What can you do? Huh? I'm asking you what you can do? Can you hit me? Hit me? Show me some color—Aa ...
Heart-wrenching cries rang out in the classroom.
Under the astonished gaze of the nameless ghost, the Ghost King Xia Yi sat leisurely. He still maintained his previous posture, his eyes filled with sad red.
He gradually increased his strength and ground Zhao Erliu's head on the ground like crushing rice grains.
"I've never heard of such an amusing request."
He grabbed Zhao Erliu's head and held it in front of his crazy, bloodshot eyes, staring at him excitedly, "Bring me that piece of paper."
"Yes, sir." The nameless ghost held up the paper with obscure words written on it.
Zhao Erliu's head was twisted to the side, leaving only three lines of words in his eyes, most of which were unfamiliar ancient Chinese characters, and only the three words "Jiang Yuelu" were easy to recognize.
"How is he memorizing the text?" Xia Yi turned around and asked.
"Your Excellency, this is his best result."
fart!
I never memorize the text!
But the red-eyed weirdo who was pulling his hair, who was about the same age as him but possessed terrifying strength, decided everything with an unquestionable tone of satisfaction.
"Make sure you read it nicely, slowly, reverently, politely... and loudly, too."
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