King's Hometown

October 15th, sunny.

In the bright morning sunlight, Jiang Hou, with a black shoulder bag, walked unhurriedly under the shade of the trees, looking like an ordinary high school student at first glance.

The death of that Zhang Mou had reminded him that he was still very weak in the face of modern firearms and heavy weapons.

It is currently unclear whether the 'state' knows about the Ruins, or how much they know, and what their attitude is towards those who have gained extraordinary powers.

Without knowing anything, Jiang Hou must be careful to avoid bringing disaster upon himself and Qin Siyu.

Besides that, he was also somewhat interested in Zhang Mou's weapon.

Unfortunately, that thing must have been taken away by the Enforcers, and might already be on a test bench in some research institute.

Thinking of this, Jiang Hou thought of the videos he had searched for last night, most of which were just a picture at the beginning, with the rest being made-up stories.

Occasionally, there were one or two videos that looked somewhat realistic, but they were so exaggerated that they gave people the illusion that they were fake.

And under those videos, many comments praised the blogger for the good editing, very realistic, and looked forward to his next new material.

By the time Jiang Hou reacted and wanted to go back and watch those videos a few more times, he found that he could no longer find the links to those videos.

Including the historical viewing records.

It seemed that an invisible hand was covering up something, and recalling the comments under those videos, there was also a feeling of deliberately confusing the public.

"The water is a bit deep, this world."

Jiang Hou's eyes were deep, this seemingly peaceful modern society was clearly not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

Wing City Third High School was not far from Jiang Hou's home, about a twenty-minute walk.

When Jiang Hou arrived at the school, the road was full of students going to school, some walking like Jiang Hou, some riding shared bicycles, chatting and laughing, full of vigor.

"Youth, how wonderful." Jiang Hou sighed, compared to the simple and relaxed atmosphere of the campus, the complex and stressful society was a completely different world.

Not to mention another depressing and dim world.

Jiang Hou walked into the school and soon arrived at Class Two of the third year on the third floor.

Most of the students in the classroom had arrived, half of whom were boarding students, some were sorting out test papers, and some were whispering together.

Some were playing with their phones.

Jiang Hou, who walked into the classroom, came to the last row, his seat was by the window.

Back row by the window, King's Hometown, of course, Jiang Hou was not so chuuni as to sit here just because the school regularly changed seats.

Third High School regularly changes seats every semester to ensure the learning efficiency of each student.

"You're here, Jiang Hou." The boy at the same table looked up and greeted.

"Morning." Jiang Hou nodded, walked around him and sat down, and took out a pink lunch bag and put it in the drawer.

Since the third year of high school, Jiang Hou had kept most of his books at school, and usually only took some pens and ink, so there was not much in his backpack.

Looking at the lunch bag that Jiang Hou put in the drawer, the boy at the same table showed envy on his face.

"Jiang Hou, I also want a cute and capable younger sister who makes me delicious food every day."

Jiang Hou glanced at him, and said lazily, "First, Siyu is not my sister. Second, if you want to eat something good, just order takeout."

The boy at the same table shrugged, "Right, not a sister, but a childhood sweetheart who grew up together."

Jiang Hou shook his head, too lazy to pay attention to this guy. He knew that if he continued the conversation, this guy would change the subject to show off the love letter he had just received.

Jiang Hou's deskmate is called Zong Zheng Nanmo, a very nice name.

And he himself is even better looking than a girl, even beautiful, with handsome features and shoulder-length hair, the ends of which are golden.

In addition, with a height of 1.75 meters and a refined temperament, many girls surrounded him as soon as he entered school.

In the two years of high school, Jiang Hou often saw this guy take out love letters from his drawer. Sometimes, an envelope would appear on his desk after going to the toilet.

This made the other boys in the class envious and jealous, and then this guy was ostracized.

In the past two years, apart from Jiang Hou, he had almost no friends in the class, but he was a bit gossipy and loved to show off, so Jiang Hou, who was quiet and taciturn, suffered.

He was harassed every day in different ways.

However, this guy received a lot of love letters, but he refused them all on the grounds that his elders had told his fortune and said that he should not be in love during high school, so he still doesn't have a girlfriend.

He just pesters Jiang Hou every day, but Zong Zheng Nanmo seems to envy Jiang Hou for having a cute and beautiful childhood sweetheart.

Wants to harass me again, no way.

Seeing that Jiang Hou didn't take the bait, Zong Zheng Nanmo on the side could only change the subject, "Jiang Hou, why are you wearing gloves on your left hand? Is it cold today?"

Jiang Hou said lightly, "It's nothing, I scratched the back of my hand yesterday, so I'm wearing gloves to cover it up."

Jiang Hou put on a thin glove on his left hand when he got up in the morning, black, exposing five fingers.

The Inheritance Mark is too conspicuous, it won't do not to cover it up, although it's a bit strange to wear gloves in early autumn, it's better than not covering it up.

Why wear gloves if you scratched the back of your hand? Zong Zheng Nanmo was a little strange, but seeing the teacher walking into the classroom at this time, he could only shut up.

"Everyone be quiet, let's start the class..."

The teacher on the podium looked serious, explaining physics knowledge, but as he listened, Jiang Hou's thoughts drifted out of the window.

The leaves outside were shaking, and several sparrows landed on them, chirping. Some students taking physical education were running on the playground, full of vitality.

And the other world is dark and depressing, full of various dangerous monsters, everything is the opposite...

In Jiang Hou's daze, a class passed quickly.

During the break, Jiang Hou was just wondering whether to take a walk in the corridor when his deskmate Zong Zheng Nanmo leaned over, his tone mysterious, and whispered.

"Jiang Hou, have you heard that someone died last night?"

"Many people died, how many?" Jiang Hou's eyes moved slightly, and he turned his head.

Zong Zheng Nanmo whispered: "I heard from my cousin that there were more than a dozen. It was a small factory in the suburbs. All the people on the night shift died last night."

"These people's bodies were broken, like they were torn or gnawed by something. The scene was bloody, and even the Enforcers who rushed to the scene were shocked."

"In addition, the factory was also damaged, a mess."

The words tearing and gnawing made Jiang Hou's eyes narrow slightly, and he asked with a hint of solemnity in his tone: "...Have they caught the murderer?"

Zong Zheng Nanmo shook his head, "Didn't catch them. The Enforcers aren't even sure if the murderer is human, because the wounds on the dead don't look man-made."

Jiang Hou thought of the monsters in the Ruins.

At this moment, Zong Zheng Nanmo said nervously in a low voice, "Jiang Hou, do you think it could be a ghost? Otherwise, how could more than ten people be killed without anyone escaping or calling the police?"

As he said this, a hint of fear flashed in Zong Zheng Nanmo's eyes.

"...You're from a family that runs a Taoist temple, and you're afraid of ghosts?" Jiang Hou was speechless.

"It's easy for you to say that when you're not the one in trouble." Zong Zheng Nanmo scratched his hair, "Although I've studied Taoism since I was a child, those things are actually all lies."

"And I..." Zong Zheng Nanmo subconsciously shivered as he said this.

"And what?"

"No, nothing. How could there be ghosts in this world? It's all lies." As he spoke, Zong Zheng Nanmo shook his head vigorously.

This guy, did he encounter a ghost last night? Jiang Hou narrowed his eyes, keenly noticing Zong Zheng Nanmo's somewhat abnormal reaction before and after.

It's just that Jiang Hou couldn't say for sure whether ghosts really existed.

If he said no, he was someone who had died twice.

If he said yes, he didn't seem to have any memories or feelings as a ghost!! Second update, thanks to Xuebing, Xihu, Liuyun, Tianxuan, Wangyin, and Gluttonous for their support.