Shang Lin didn't ask any further questions and actually lay down on the double sofa for a nap.
She Jinxing sat quietly on the single sofa, keeping him company. Mo Rong, however, asked him with some curiosity, "Is it appropriate for your sect leader, such an extraordinary person, to want to be an ordinary person?"
He's a Foundation Establishment cultivator, after all. Does he really need to take a nap? Although high school life is stressful, can't he find some alternative methods? Does he really want to take things one step at a time like an ordinary human?
She Jinxing immediately looked at Mo Rong, only to see that his expression was normal. He was obviously just curious and had no ill intentions. So he replied with a telepathic message, "Our sect leader is just an ordinary human, only a little more special than ordinary humans."
Moreover, what else can a sect leader do at his age if he doesn't study? Especially since he particularly likes math, physics, and chemistry, he should study them. Besides, he is exceptionally talented, and it would be a waste if he didn't learn more.
Mo Rong was taken aback, then looked at She Jinxing and smiled silently, "Then please sit down, I have to get back to my work."
She Jinxing nodded, "You're busy."
In the classrooms of Linshi No. 3 Middle School, the air seemed heavy, filled with chalk dust, adolescent sweat, and a kind of oppressive atmosphere known as "the sudden death of a student who performs exceptionally well in the midterm exam."
But the weather was getting hotter and hotter. The old electric fan overhead whirred in vain, stirring up a sticky heat, but it couldn't dispel the suffocating stuffiness.
Only the math teacher was still standing on the podium, talking animatedly about conic sections, his chalk tapping short, impatient "tap-tap" sounds on the blackboard, as if trying to crack open the students' brains to see why they still didn't understand after he had explained it so many times.
Lan Xuan sat against the wall, holding a pen and drawing on an A4 sheet of paper. Chang Feng stood behind him, watching silently, his eyes filled with drawings, but he had no idea what Lan Xuan was doing.
The next second, lines suddenly flew up from the paper, and then, as if they were alive, flew to all parts of the classroom and quickly covered the entire classroom.
Changfeng was startled and instinctively asked, "What are you doing?"
Lan Xuan tilted his head slightly to look at Chang Feng, "Find that child's soul."
Changfeng wanted to say, "What kind of method is this? And does your underworld office even need to search for souls? Don't people report to the office immediately after they die?"
However, he couldn't help but look curiously at the lines in the classroom, and in that very short time, the lines disappeared rapidly wherever his gaze swept across.
Changfeng asked instinctively, "It just disappeared?!"
Lan Xuan sighed softly, "Yes, because we couldn't find it."
"He's not at home, and he's not here either?" Changfeng asked, puzzled. "Then where did he go? Could he have already reported to the underworld office?"
Lan Xuan held up his phone and waved it in front of Chang Feng. "If he goes to the office, I'll get a message."
Changfeng, "..."
Technology truly changes lives; even the offices of the underworld are so modern these days. But then he asked, "So what do we do next?"
Lan Xuan said somewhat dejectedly, "I don't know either. We came here to find that child's soul so we could ask him about the real cause of his death, but... we can't find it. How frustrating!"
Although Changfeng hadn't had much contact with Lanxuan, he possessed a golden aura of merit that could alleviate Lanxuan's malevolent energy, so he readily suggested, "Why don't we look somewhere else?"
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