Chapter 102 Teachers from the Underworld
Even so, Shen Muye was happy.
After all, his fire attribute was still very lethal.
No, he had to practice quickly. He felt that after using up his spiritual energy, he seemed to absorb more spiritual energy than before.
He slept in the tent at night, and it started snowing outside the tent.
When he woke up, he found that the trees and the ground were covered with a layer of snow
The temperature inside the tent was just warm, but it was so cold outside that people shivered.
Even if Shen Muye was as hot-tempered as he was, he would retract his head as soon as he opened the tent curtain and showed his head. He quickly put on his clothes and then jumped to find the little girl to ask for the warm-keeping talisman.
He just wanted one to be casually stuck on his belly, but Shen Yuzhu stuck four on his body, one on his chest and back, and two on the soles of his feet.
This thing is warmer than a baby warmer patch, and can be used continuously for a whole day.
It is simply a must-have for winter. If I sell it out in winter, I wonder how many people will want it.
Wen Jue only stuck one on himself and didn't want any more.
"It snowed so heavily in one night."
Shen Muye muttered as he took pictures of the snow and the tent, and then proudly posted them on his Moments and a few good brother groups.
Not surprisingly, he received resentment from the students. Is this what a human being should do?
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But soon Shen Muye was no longer proud.
Shen Zhiyin did what he said and quickly contacted the judge to ask him to help find some good teachers.
Nowadays, fewer and fewer people want to have children, resulting in fewer and fewer places for reincarnation. Many ghosts are stuck in the underworld and are very bored. They
are only let out to play for a day during the Ghost Festival.
The underworld...
Several old ghosts who were playing cards boredly sighed.
"When can we leave the underworld? There's nothing to do in this broken place. There's not even a book. My reincarnation number is three years later."
"Be content. We are at least virtuous and have taken the special reincarnation channel. We still have hope for reincarnation. It's only a few years away. Look at those who take the ordinary reincarnation channel over there. Some of them have to wait for a hundred years. That's really unlucky."
As he spoke, he sighed again. The underworld has too many ghosts and there is almost no place to live.
They can't leave the underworld. If they are found to have left secretly, the reincarnation number they have finally snatched will be taken away.
And if you forcibly leave the underworld without the permission of the ghost messenger, the underworld will not care if you encounter danger outside. If you are caught, you will have to experience the hell punishment for free.
It's too difficult and boring.
At this time, a ghost came towards them.
"There is a mission from above. Several teachers are needed to teach a student in the human world. Do you want to go?"
Putting aside other things, the tempting condition of being able to go to the human world immediately made several ghosts who had been getting along well with each other fight each other.
"I'll go. I'm a professor at XX University. I
'm the best at teaching students." "What a joke, as if everyone is a professor. I'm a mathematics professor at XX University. Lord Ghost Messenger, please ask around. My students now have very good grades..."
"Lord Ghost Messenger asked me to go. These old guys can't teach as well as I do..."
Several ghosts fought hard to get to the human world. Not only did they pull each other, but they also pulled hair.
One of the ghosts pulled off the few hairs on the top of his head.
Then there was a burst of ghosts howling.
"Who pulled my hair? I'll fight him!"
A ghost passing by looked confused and gloating at the fight between the intellectuals.
"What's going on? They're fighting so hard. They're a group of ghosts who are well-known at ordinary times, but when they fight
, they're no different from those women." The ghost who couldn't fight beside him cried with tears streaming down his face: "If I can, I want to fight too. After all, I can go to the human world."
And it may take more than one day. How can one day of teaching be enough?
The ghost passing by was silent for two seconds after hearing this, and then grabbed his shoulder and shook him.
"What request, what request!"
"Go to the human world to teach a student. Maybe someone in the student's family has ghost connections in the underworld."
The ghost passing by was silent: Damn! I didn't expect that intellectuals would be popular in the underworld!!!
After a round of screening, nine teachers of the main subjects of high school were finally selected. They were all outstanding in their respective subjects.
In addition, there was an old ghost who was good at painting, and he was particularly good at Chinese painting.
That day, the ten ghosts left happily with their passes under the envious and jealous eyes of other ghosts.
The pass would prevent them from being burned even in the sun during the day.
At this time, Shen Muye was playing games, and he was not in a hurry to practice, so he combined work and rest.
Suddenly, he sneezed several times, and his right eyelid kept twitching.
He always felt that something bad was going to happen.
He counted with his fingers... but couldn't figure it out.
Never mind, he continued to play games.
The next second, his aunt came.
"Come here, little nephew." Shen Zhiyin smiled innocently and simply.
Shen Muye came over without any precautions, and then Shen Zhiyin tapped him on the forehead.
His third eye opened, and then he saw several ghosts behind Shen Zhiyin.
Unlike the ghosts he had seen before, these ones basically wore glasses, and even when they became ghosts, their temperaments revealed elegance and the aura of old scholars.
Shen Muye had a bad premonition, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.
Shen Zhiyin smiled even bigger: "Are you happy, little nephew? This is the gift I gave you. They will be your teachers in the future~"
Shen Muye laughed dryly, happy, he was so happy.
Several teachers passed by with a smile and said, "You are our student now, come on, let's plan our time well."
These teachers are now counting on this student to stay in the world for a while longer, so of course they use all their skills to teach Shen Muye.
It was also from this night that Shen Muye began his life of misery.
The Chinese painting teacher was taken to Shen Yuzhu by Shen Zhiyin.
Compared with Shen Muye's resistance and unwillingness to learn, Shen Yuzhu was quite happy to communicate with the teacher.
If Shen Zhiyin hadn't reminded him, he would have wanted to have a late-night talk with the teacher.
The man and the ghost simply met too late.
When they woke up the next day, one of them was listless and the other was full of energy.
Shen Zhiyin opened Wen Jue's third eye, so that he could know what the two were doing, otherwise it would look like a psychopath if he talked to the air.
Wen Jue looked at Shen Muye who was surrounded by nine ghosts, and Shen Yuzhu who was talking to a ghost very well, with a wooden expression.
The short time of less than a month spent with the young lady from the Shen family was more exciting than what he had experienced in most of his life.
The deeper they went into the Qinling Mountains, the more trees there were and the more rugged the terrain became.
They were not in a hurry to catch up, but slowly pushed forward in the way of playing.
Shen Muye learned so much in just three or four days that he was dizzy.
He studied five hours a day with nine teachers, and they agreed to teach him anyway.
If he hadn't had time to play and practice, he would have wanted to go back.
He couldn't bear this heavy love. QAQ