Mysterious Resurrection: I am Jiang Shang, commanding ghosts and becoming a god

Chapter 1: Face outside the window (not a native!)

Dachang City,
Third High School.

"Hey, have you heard? The high school next door to us is haunted!"

"Ah, is this true? Don't scare me."

During the break of evening self-study, Jiang Shan, who was sleeping on the table, was awakened by the screams of a female classmate.

"Really! My aunt said dozens of people have died! The school has been on lockdown for two days!"

"Oh, stop it, I'm scared."

"Scared. Then I'll take you home tonight. Our homes are on the same route."

Jiang Shan, who was originally curious, lost interest instantly after hearing the last sentence.

He stopped telling ghost stories to send girls home five years ago.

"What road are you following, Li Nan? Your home is in the north of the city, and Wang Yuanyuan's home is in the south. Is it interesting for you to make up a story to scare them?"

"Lu Tao, if you don't speak, no one will think you are dumb. Does that make you stand out?"

The small group that was originally chatting in a harmonious atmosphere suddenly started arguing.

Jiang Shan was not interested in watching them quarrel. He was more concerned about when the get out of class would end, so he looked down at his watch.
"20:50"

"Alas, this school really doesn't treat students as human beings. All classes have intermittent make-up classes and they have to go on until 10 o'clock."

"Back then, the black guys in America slept better than me."

After complaining, bored Jiang Shan looked out the window.

The gray fog blocked his vision. The lights on the school road were dim in the fog. The gray-black fog seemed to swallow up everything outside the window, making it unclear.

“PM2.5 is off the charts?”

The scene outside the window made Jiang Shan feel a little depressed, coupled with the "ghost" that Li Nan mentioned just now.

Jiang Shan couldn't help but recall what a weirdo said during a "safety publicity class" in the evening study session the day before yesterday:

1. Ghosts cannot be killed

2. The only thing that can deal with ghosts is ghosts
3. Understand the patterns of ghosts.

He also said a lot of weird things about ghosts.

Even if what that person said sounded true, no one would believe in the existence of ghosts in this day and age.

Although Jiang Shan always had a sense of déjà vu in his mind, he only thought that he had seen similar rules and strange stories in a novel before.

So not only did the classmates in the class continue to do what they were supposed to do, just treating it as a ghost story, but he was no exception:
"That's nonsense. Where do ghosts come from in this world?"

"Even if there really is a ghost, all the fear comes from insufficient firepower."

Having said that, Jiang Shan still felt a little scared when he thought of the weird look in that strange man's eyes.

He shook his head, trying to put these words about ghosts out of his mind.

It's the 21st century now. These kinds of weird rules may scare primary school students, but they won't believe them.

"Zizzi."

Suddenly the lights in the classroom dimmed, and then became bright again in an instant.

"!"

Just when the lights dimmed.

Inadvertently, Jiang Shan saw a dark shadow of a face outside the window of the table in front of him. His eyes widened instantly and his whole body tensed up.

Looking closely, he saw an extremely rotten, pale and bleeding face pressed against the glass, and his dead and cold eyes without a trace of human emotion were staring at the person sitting in front of him!

Jiang Shan suddenly felt his scalp tingling and glanced at it out of the corner of his eye.

He found that there was a face looking at him outside the window next to him!

A chill surged from the soles of his feet to his whole body. The extreme fear made Jiang Shan's heart beat wildly. He clenched his teeth to prevent himself from screaming.

"What the hell is this!"

Jiang Shan cursed in his heart, his nails digging into his flesh with fear. His face turned pale and he stood up abruptly. Because his body was stiff due to fear, he overturned the tables and chairs to the ground.

"Bang!"

The sudden noise made the noisy class quiet down instantly, and all the students looked at him at once.

"Jiang Shan, what's wrong with you? Sit down quickly, the class teacher will be back soon." Jiang Shan's female deskmate Chen Yue kindly reminded him.

Jiang Shan acted as if he didn't hear anything, and stared out the window with a terrified look.

"Hahahaha, Jiang Shan, did you see a ghost? Look how scared you are."

"Isn't there nothing outside the window?"

Startled, Lu Tao looked in the direction Jiang Shan was looking at with an unhappy face. He saw nothing except the gray fog. "How is that possible?"

Before Jiang Shan finished speaking, an angry voice came from the door:
"I came out of the office and could hear our class was the loudest in the corridor!"

"Jiang Shan! Why are you standing up? The whole class is studying. Can't you see? If you don't want to study, don't disturb the students who are studying!"

At this time, the head teacher walked in from the front door, and from his expression it was clear that he was very angry.

Seeing that Ban Ren was about to lose his temper, Chen Yue pulled Jiang Shan by the corner of his clothes and pulled him to sit down.

Jiang Shan sat on the chair without saying a word. His whole body was soaked with cold sweat and his legs were out of control.

He assured himself that he was not mistaken, there was definitely a dead face outside the window!
But why did that face suddenly disappear?
Could it be that I really saw it wrong?
Jiang Shan's face turned pale and he kept taking deep breaths to keep himself as calm as possible.

"boom!"

"Li Nan, take a look at yourself. What the hell did you write? Was it written by a ghost?!"

The sound of books falling on the podium frightened Jiang Shan, and he looked up at the podium following the sound.

Ban Ren continued angrily:

"If you can study this, then study it. If you can't, go home."

The whiteboard has been projected, and Li Nan's homework is displayed on it:
The twisted black lines and blood-red lines formed strange characters.
The blood-red and black color combined with the white manuscript paper looked as horrible as brain matter.

He turned an 800-word essay into a horror-style work of art.

Many students tried to hold back their laughter and glanced at Li Nan who was burying his head.

Jiang Shan was also very confused. Although Li Nan was poor at studying, he was not so stupid as to be so blatant in giving up.

Mixing up is the key to being bad.

What Li Nan did was like lighting a light in the toilet - seeking death.

Jiang Shan glanced at him, frowning.

Somehow, when he saw the word "ghost" for the first time, he always felt a strong discomfort in his heart, and he couldn't help but feel creepy in his heart.

Seeing Li Nan's silence, the head teacher became even more angry:

"Get out here and stand there until school is over. Hand in your composition by six tomorrow morning. If you don't hand it in, go home and find your mom!"

After hearing what the head teacher said, Li Nan's face darkened and he walked out of the classroom without saying a word, holding his books.

……

21:30
"Rustle, rustle."

A shrill sound suddenly came from outside the quiet classroom.

It's like dry chalk drawn on a rough blackboard, making people feel disgusted and irritated from the bottom of their hearts.

Some students couldn't help but murmured: "It's so noisy."

Jiang Shan also heard the disgusting sound and couldn't help frowning.

"What is Li Nan doing?"

The head teacher sitting on the podium said angrily: "I think he doesn't want to continue studying!"

The sound came from outside the classroom, and Li Nan was the only one outside the classroom.

Without thinking, the head teacher immediately stood up, opened the front door, and walked out with an annoyed look on his face.

With his aggressive look, it seems that Li Nan will suffer the consequences.

After a while after the head teacher left, the rustling sound disappeared.

"Why is it so quiet?"

Jiang Shan pricked up his ears, but didn't hear any sound outside the classroom.

Quiet and eerie.
It was good enough that the head teacher didn't take any action, how could he not say a word?
Jiang Shan realized something was wrong. He just stood up but froze in place because the piercing sound rang out again!

“Rustle…Rustle…”

"Rustle, rustle."

The suppressed and noisy writing sound still maintains its original frequency, as if it is not affected at all.

!

The sudden voice made Jiang Shan feel cold all over, and some people in the class also realized that something was wrong.

A girl sitting in the front row, near the door, said tremblingly:

"Didn't the head teacher go out? Why is the sound still ringing?"

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(End of this chapter)