Chapter 35: Getting along

The wind was blowing hard, and He Jingtong's hair, which had been hanging naturally in front of her forehead, was blown back.

He looked up at Fu Zexun who was not far away. There was an extremely malicious smile on that man's face.

He Jingtong actually knew what this portended and what he would face next.

But he still looked back.

The Nine Gates were blocked by the combined power of those alien spirits. The mixed colors were like glue, exuding a disgusting and sticky visual experience.

The white power that enveloped Mingjiuguan was not a soft or even gentle purifying force, but rather an erosion and dissolution filled with violent intent.

The power of lightning was transmitted in an instant, and the spirit had no time to block it. Its body parts seemed to be corroded, and some tissues disappeared visibly.

Those who were able to use their power to block it, such as the alien spirit wearing the school uniform of the Elite Academy, did use their power in time.

But even so, the Nine Gates were still pushed forward by the force, continuously squeezing the living space of the alien spirits.

Cold sweat dripped down the inhuman creature's face, but He Jingtong walked steadily, never taking his eyes off Fu Zexun.

No one knew that all the strength in He Jingtong's body was transferred to Ming Jiuguan at that moment.

The freedom of movement at this time is based on the fact that the dry and painful feeling spreading throughout the body after the body's strength has been drained away, all of which are blocked by the system.

He Jingtong raised his hand, and when the spirit wearing the Elite Academy student uniform was unable to withstand the impact of Ming Jiuguan, he grasped the knife suspended in the air.

That was his weapon, his half body.

After Ming Jiuguan was grasped by He Jingtong's hands, it was like an extended arm. According to his idea, it quickly retracted the outward white power. The weapon was held in the hands of its owner, and there was no confusion in the eyes of the man holding the knife.

The spirit was powerless to resist, and its face, which had been shrouded in thick fog, finally revealed its clearly visible features.

It seems that he is one of the few students in the general department who was able to enter the Elite Academy based on his academic performance.

But this did not make He Jingtong hesitate. With a sigh, the famous Jiuguan pierced his heart.

"Goodbye." It was just a sigh.

The penetration was silent, and the sound of the core shattering was almost inaudible, but when the weapon passed through the alien's body, it was like piercing the chest of a fellow creature.

The flesh, ribs, and heart of a human chest...

That sound, like the sound of cloth being torn, symbolizes the disintegration of another human being.

All this happened right before Fu Zexun's eyes.

He looked at this scene, his pupils suddenly contracted, his Adam's apple kept rolling, unable to hide his excitement. "Very good, you are very good." Fu Zexun commented on this from the bottom of his heart, without any sarcasm, "know what what I do means, and know what purpose it will achieve, understand all the darkness..."

"Wouldn't it be more appropriate for someone like you to be with me, rather than to stay in a school that brainwashes psychics into noble qualities and serves ordinary people?"

"What does it have to do with creating a ghost?"

"Are spiritualists and ordinary people the same thing?"

He Jingtong's intuition told him that Fu Zexun was about to say something he shouldn't say.

He Jingtong held Ming Jiuguan. Even though he had no power left in his body, he still had the weapon in his hand and was able to fight.

The blade of the ritual knife was pointing directly at Fu Zexun's throat. Jian Zirui and Su Yu had already surrounded him from behind and were fighting evenly with the alien spirits who were standing behind Fu Zexun to protect him.

In the distance, beside the unharmed Qi Xueyi, Lu Shaoyuan and Chi Qian also woke up by holding their heads.

This should be a great opportunity for students.

But He Jingtong, who was closest to Fu Zexun, was already powerless.

He was so weak that he heard Fu Zexun clearly say what he wanted to say before the weapon hit his chest.

"Don't you think that school itself is a joke?"

Ming Jiuguan hit Fu Zexun's chest.

The latter finally realized that instead of influencing He Jingtong, who was always sober and rational, the people he should really influence were those around He Jingtong.

He wanted those people, one after another, to force He Jingtong to hand him over to him personally.

The blood rushed up his throat, causing Fu Zexun to want to cough out loud.

The pain of impending death could not bring any effect to Fu Zexun's emotions. The man who recognized a certain fact was looking down at the boy who was shorter than him, and in a voice that everyone in the space could hear, he slowly and firmly said words that were bound to touch people's hearts.

"For students in the psychic department, every mission is just a homework. Even if they get a reward, it is just an extra reward after completing the necessary mission."

"Their ridiculous work cognition made them ignore the fact that they were facing spirits, monsters that no ordinary person could deal with except for spiritualists."

"Three grades, more than 100 people, guarding a city of 20 million people..."

Blood oozed from the corners of Fu Zexun's mouth. Ming Jiuguan even stirred in his chest, crushing that inhuman heart.

His body was trembling with pain, but he didn't stop.

No one could see the madness in those eyes more clearly than He Jingtong, who was closest to them.

"Stop talking..." Ming Jiuguan was drawn out and once again penetrated into Fu Zexun's heart.

Fu Zexun groaned, but the sound never stopped: "Why? The so-called high morals, isn't it just because those people are unwilling to pay more for the benefits?"

"To push people's spirits toward self-satisfaction after giving is to completely destroy what they should have, what they should have gotten as a matter of course."

Fu Zexun was almost satisfied, and he saw the anxiety in the depths of He Jingtong's eyes.

No matter what people say, they can never shake He Jingtong.

He Jingtong is like an absolutely rational person who has a clear understanding of the future and will never be confused or troubled.

But how many people like He Jingtong are there?

The age of high school students has always been labeled with the word "adolescence".

This is the stage when one is most easily influenced, swayed, and deceived.

"I told you to stop talking!" He Jingtong's eyes were as sharp as a knife, but deep in his pupils he could no longer maintain absolute rationality.

His scarred right hand grabbed Fu Zexun's neck.

Fu Zexun did not resist, but just looked at He Jingtong with a smile.

If it wasn't for the need for this body to support him to finish his words, Fu Zexun would have let this body die long ago.

Fu Zexun looked at He Jingtong, whether it was the burst of power, or the way he held the knife with one hand and strangled his neck with the other hand...

This young man, who had just entered the supernatural world for more than a month, was like a lightning that illuminated the long night, leaving an indelible mark in his heart.

——I must, must get him.

——Not in a rough way, but like streams, ditches, rivers, lakes, and seas…

Fu Zexun's body disappeared visibly. Before it completely disappeared, only He Jingtong could see that his ordinary face uttered a word silently.

"You will come to me, sooner or later."

"Fu Zexun" died.

The barrier that had always blocked Cui Tong also suddenly disappeared.

When Cui Tong exploded to the extreme and rushed towards the students, He Jingtong could no longer control himself and fell forward.

Qi Xueyi left the other two male classmates and ran quickly to He Jingtong. Jian Zirui also helped to check his injuries, but found that He Jingtong was lying on the ground. He was not unconscious, but had his eyes open and said nothing.

Jian Zirui actually didn't know the meaning of what she just said, because in her opinion, the most important thing was He Jingtong's life safety.

The danger of confronting Fu Zexun is too great.

What if one day, the "karma" that He Jingtong had mentioned before was injected into his body by Fu Zexun during a battle?

Qi Xueyi also didn't pay too much attention to it. His world was too complicated. But when his teammates were injured, his actions were too simple. It was so simple that all he did was to heal them.

Qi Xueyi couldn't explain why He Jingtong was lying there, nor could he explain why He Jingtong still couldn't stand up after being cured, but Qi Xueyi knew that He Jingtong now needed him and Jian Zirui.

Qi Xueyi carried the man on his back and called to Jian Zirui who was not far away. While he slowly treated the latter, he said to Cui Tong: "Old Cui, how about we go out first?"

Outside, Qu Shu seemed to react suddenly and released the stealth space.

Beside Qu Shu, the classmates who had been paying attention to the screen before were also caught in confusion and doubts.

"What is the extra reward after completing the required task? Is there any problem with the cognition of the task?"

"Why are you paying attention to this? How can someone like Fu Zexun, who secretly conducts human experiments, be a good person? Think about what he said. Aren't you afraid of being deceived and transformed into a spirit?"

"But he does have a point. The phrase 'extra reward for completing required tasks' doesn't it mean that students should complete their homework?"

"Normally, we think of financial subsidies as free rewards, but in reality, they are not free at all. Ordinary students don't have to face the supernatural, so the money is what we deserve."

An Lai clapped his hands, suddenly interrupting the noisy students, but he didn't know what to say.

If you say, "Instead of thinking about those things, you should work hard to improve yourself so that you won't be unable to protect yourself the next time you encounter a supernatural being."

Then this will only become, working hard to improve yourself, just to continue to be a leeks and bodyguards for those rich people? Don't say that you don't have the ability to protect yourself. As long as you are a spiritual master who has awakened your power, you have the ability to protect yourself, it's just a matter of whether it's high or low.

And if you ask, "Do you think that teachers and those above them have not thought about what you think? Ask yourself, if you were an ordinary student, would your grades and abilities really be enough to enter the Elite Academy?"

This kind of talk will later evolve into, we didn't plan to enter the Elite Academy in the first place.

When people want to refute, all their thinking power will turn to saying something that will make them feel good.

Regardless of whether what others say is correct or not.

Even the most peaceful statement was just a flash in An Lai's mind: "The current regulations are the most appropriate results obtained after countless changes and revisions."

The rebuttal is even more straightforward.

What is suitable? Is it suitable for the rich and powerful?

Small investment, big return, the spiritual master of the paranormal department was originally in the aristocratic school of Elite College.

Just like Fu Zexun said, this is a city with 20 million people. Even if the 100-plus people have any ideas, they will be forced to be unable to speak because of the reality of 20 million people, right?

But as long as people can open their mouths, they will still resist.

In other words, instead of forcing the awakened spiritualist to the point where he cannot open his mouth, which will eventually lead to violence/chaos, it is better to brainwash the awakened spiritualist to the point where he will not even have the consciousness to open his mouth.

Fu Zexun's words were too vicious.

Before he spoke, no student would think about what was wrong with what the students of the psychic science department had learned.

High effort, low reward.

Although the tasks assigned to students after screening are not difficult, perhaps compared to writing homework in various subjects, students are more willing to go out and complete the tasks assigned by the Paranormal Department.

But from the very beginning, weren't these tasks something that only spiritualists could accomplish?

Note that it is only the spiritual master.

Scarcity, exclusivity, uniqueness——

They have such abilities, helping or serving 20 million people, but what they actually get is only a subsidy of 80,000 yuan.

After all, there are more ordinary people than the rich and powerful, and the same is true for awakened spiritual masters.

When the spiritual master's awakening is not disturbed by external forces, the cognition of most students is just that of ordinary people.

As a student, I can get several thousand yuan every month, which is already very impressive.

As a student, if you are lucky, you can get more than 10,000 yuan a month, which not only makes you financially independent but also can supplement your family income. This is at least more than 80% of the people in this country.

That’s great, the students all think so.

However, there are only more than 100 of them.

Among the more than 100 people, it can even be said that He Jingtong is the only one who comes from a so-called famous family.

Is there any fairness?

Why is the Department of Paranormal Studies placed in aristocratic schools?

Too many questions, all caused by Fu Zexun's words.

Although he just wanted those people to force He Jingtong to come to him.

People’s hearts cannot be looked directly at, and existing rules cannot be denied.

This will cause confusion.

Compared to the true enlightenment of students, most people just hope that they will not be illiterate to prevent them from not being able to understand what people say and affecting their development.

Therefore, students of the psychic department have never been required to have good grades in other subjects.

The three years of high school should be the stage when students have the strongest learning ability, but the phenomenon that the psychic subject does not require ordinary subjects seems so ironic at this time, especially when they can be recommended to famous universities.

From now on, every spiritual master will appear to have good education and social status.

But under this illusory status, do they really know that what they put in and what they get out are not proportional at all?

What should An Lai say to prevent these impressions from taking root in people's minds?

He doesn't know.

We can only bring up old things again, like those annoying and disgusting bureaucratic characters, and talk about the harm caused by Fu Zexun.

After talking about Jiang Nan's misery, I was about to say that students should have their own self-esteem and not listen to slander, but I quickly realized that these words were too didactic.

The existence of the school has never been intended to control students?

This seems too much like a case of trying to cover up one's own guilt.

How to say it? How to do it?

There is no answer.

What was actually shown was just paleness, and the incident of Jiang Nan who had posted a mourning notice on the spiritualist APP was mentioned again.

An Lai felt disgusted with himself for consuming a dead student.

Fu Zexun... He kept chewing on this name, and it eventually turned into a overwhelming murderous intent.

In the end, the students did not disperse as An Lai had expected.

They were all looking at He Jingtong who came out of that space.

They wanted to know why he said to Fu Zexun, "Stop talking."

I also want to know why He Jingtong knows so much information that no one else knows.

What is his source of information? Did he understand the impact of Fu Zexun's words when he stopped him from speaking? Did he join Qi Xueyi and Jian Zirui, who only relied on two people and were no worse than other three-man teams, and was there any hidden deal?

And, who is he?

The students wanted to know He Jingtong's identity, and wanted to know whether he was someone who had the same power as them but a different understanding and wanted to exploit them.

"Hey." Someone reached out and pushed He Jingtong who was lying on Qi Xueyi's back.

But the first words he spoke were quite mild.

"Student, can you tell us why you know the characteristics of the artificial spirits created by Fu Zexun?"

"The classmate you killed was a special student in the general department, right? Do you know him?"

"Fu Zexun entered the academy so easily, classmate, you have so many sources of information, so can you tell me how he got here?"

"How did you know that the ghost with glasses was transformed by Fu Zexun? What's the point of torture? If you knew about it earlier, why didn't you report it to the police and save her?"

"I'm really curious, what is karma? Can you explain it to me?"

Qi Xueyi was stopped in his tracks. He looked at those people unhappily. His voice lacked the ruffian spirit of the happy puppy in the past, and was only cold: "I say, you guys, is that enough?"

"When we still don't know what happened in the outside world, and my teammate has just experienced a life-and-death battle, you not only don't let him rest, but also force him here. Can you tell me, what is your intention?"

"Stop bossing me around here. The one with the problem is Fu Zexun. I don't care what you think, just shut up now." Qi Xueyi glanced around with cold eyes, and he carried He Jingtong on his back and left the training ground with Jian Zirui.

Su Yu, who was standing behind them, wanted to pull them aside to express her gratitude and apology, but she felt that this was not appropriate in this situation. She hesitated and missed the opportunity.

Lu Shaoyuan raised his hand to hold her, his voice still cold: "As for those classmates' questions, you'd better not get close to them until He Jingtong gives you an explanation."

Chi Qian narrowed his eyes and said, "Master Lu is right."

Chi Qian deliberately omitted the word "Yuan" in an attempt to liven up the atmosphere, but he found that Su Yu's face was still full of worry.

"People always want to fit in with others," she said.

These words were spoken in a very low voice, and only Chi Qian heard them. !