So, when President Argate never returned because of attending the Pope's birthday party, Vice President Heller was filled with pride in his concerns, while Vice President Morris was filled with anxiety.

To be precise, Argate is not Morris' teacher. As one of the few people with a close relationship with Argate, Morris knew the fear of the Church of the Church towards Argate, and also understood that Argate would not let him get involved in any danger, so as not to affect the academy.

What Morris inherited from Argate was his expectations and feelings for this academy, and his sense of responsibility and love for every student in this academy.

When a large group of Chinese visitors suddenly appeared in the academy, Morris paid great attention and immediately contacted the dean Argate, who was unknown where he was.

The two of them had been fighting for many years and had been staring at him for some unusual movements. Heller, who had been watching him for some reason, naturally soon realized Morris's nervousness. The sleek old man did not do anything stupid, but he also submitted a few more loyal thoughts and speculations to the Church of the Church. I wonder if it just won the recipient's different eyes. After really understanding his implication, Argate never came back.

None of them expected that in their eyes, these Chinese visitors who came to spy on intelligence would be brave enough to make a crazy plan.

Even at noon today, the two of them met in the auditorium and exchanged a look that each other could understand. They left the teacher's dining area of ​​the auditorium only five steps apart. Heller pushed open the small door and politely supported Morris to walk by. In the extremely hot sun at noon, the two of them chatted and sweated. When they stepped into the teacher's office building they used for lunch breaks on weekdays, they did not notice that the building they entered had been arranged into a dangerous place.

One of the big benefits of being an NPC is that these professors and assistants will not change their habits for no reason, which is more conducive to the calculations of the year and others.

There is a large public rest area in this teacher's office building. Professors who still want to drink coffee and chat after lunch will come over there, while other professors who want to rest alone will go through the stairs in the middle of the building to the private offices on the second and third floors.

The corridor of the office building is not too wide, and the doors on both sides are closed, which is inexplicably cramped. The sunlight outside cannot shine in. The light inside has not yet been lit. Perhaps because the sunlight I saw just now is too bright. After walking in, the corridor seems to be dimmer than usual.

When Morris and Heller parted ways at the stairs, an assistant teacher walking in front of them suddenly exclaimed in surprise, reached out to touch the wall, and then scraped it with his nails. After hesitating for a few seconds, he stared at his eyes and pinched it with his fingertips and uncovered a thin corner.

Behind the corner was a dazzling light, and several black shadows were squatting under the light ball. The faces of the backlight could not see clearly. The only thing they could see clearly was a sharp knife approaching their eyes, and the bloody color covered in the eyes after the blade retreated into the shadow.

Because of curious gossip, the assistant coach turned around and looked at the faces of Heller and Morris several times. He accidentally hit the wall and reached out to help him, and only then did he find that the wall felt something wrong.

And when he realized that his throat was cut, he remembered what this familiar touch was.

This is the feeling that he touches the paper countless times every day.

After this realistic wallpaper, the original open door in this office building is hidden.

He wanted to make some sounds and remind his colleagues to open the misaligned false doors that were drawn. A sharp and short scream cut through the lazy air in the afternoon. Before everyone could recognize the sound, the owner of the owner suddenly stopped. Then there was a muffled sound that seemed to be a heavy object falling to the ground. Everything returned to calm, but the air seemed to no longer flow, gradually becoming cold and stagnant.

This is from the upper floor, not far away, it should be the second floor, and it is probably the corner of the stairs.

At the same time, Heller and Morris retracted their gazes above and looked at each other, seeing exactly the same suspicion and surprise in each other's eyes.

Ambush? Ambush?!

How could it be? Who dares? How could it be?

......

Shao Wu and Shisui did not set an accurate time to launch an attack, but roughly determined several conditions that met the attack conditions, and left the remaining decisions to them separately.

It is the year that judges the overall situation outside, but it is always based on the movements of Shaowu as the benchmark. In other words, if Shaowu does not move, it will not move even if Shaowu moves. If Shaowu moves, you still have to look at the situation before moving.

Their arrangement is too rough, and no matter how slow the NPC is, they will find clues. Whether Shao Wu chooses to take the initiative or passively trigger it, the waiting time will not be too long.

So when the assistant coach who was too curious revealed the disguise, and when the team ambushed on the second floor accidentally alarmed the target, Shao Wu made a quick decision, raised his hand, and a player hiding in the corner waiting for the signal immediately rang the gong in his hand fiercely.

The sound of the gong was loud, strong, and deafening. The vibrating sound waves hit the walls on both sides of the corridor. The lingering sound became more and more distant and lasting. Unpredictable, the teachers and teaching assistants entering the office building subconsciously covered their ears, and many people even closed their eyes.

The moment the gong sounded, the three doors at both ends and the front hall were blocked by the Mingtang players who had been waiting for a long time with earthen walls. When everyone opened their eyes, they saw a fluttering white, lighter than hail and larger than snowflakes. When they looked closely, they turned out to be pieces of white shredded paper.

It is not all white paper, but the other side of white paper has color.

These ordinary NPCs who act dullly are not very good at dealing with unexpected situations, and Shao Wu will not care whether they recognize the details of these shredded paper. All the characters are already in place and just wait for the protagonist to take the lead and bring these passers-by who accidentally entered the stage into the play.

Colorful pieces of paper fell one after another, and in a trance, they seemed to be the leaves and petals floating on the flower tree. A mighty figure wearing a phoenix-winged purple gold crown, a locket golden armor, and a lotus silk walking on clouds, turned out from the shadow behind the tree, with a golden cudgel in his hand, his eyes were as bright as stars, and his hands were stalked by swords and weapons, wearing silver armor, and a silver silk hat. A group of lively soldiers and soldiers fell at the end. The queue was still neat. Unfortunately, every soldier was unable to rest, scratching his head and whispering.

The mighty person walked to the middle of the local teacher team, smiling and holding the old man in white robe in Haile's hand. When he opened his voice, he was like a thunderous thunder falling from the Haotian:

"My God is the Great Sage of the Heaven. I am born with the heaven and earth. The sun and the moon are growing, with great magical powers and many changes. I wander around the cave and enjoy the strange flowers and flowers. I surround the clear stream and roam the green pine and cypress. My clothes are blew mist, my sleeves are blowing violently, my sleeves are blowing violently, my thunder is gently thrust up, and my steps are frequent. Gods and ghosts in the world are all coming back, and I am afraid of the evil demons."

After listening to his singing, the Mo Xia player who was squatting on the ground and cutting the throat of the unlucky assistant coach was shocked and stunned. He stared at Shao Wu who was hiding opposite him and waved his hand straight, but did not dare to make a sound. His mouth opened and closed like a fish with oxygen deficiency, and kept poking the "Sage Monkey King"'s hand through the air with his fingers.

He was not needed yet, so he just watched the fun in the corner. Seeing these big brothers from Yuxi Palace who were usually seen without seeing the dragon, fiddling with puppets in costumes, and more than twenty people and more than forty puppets were acting together. The atmosphere created was false and real. He was in a daze and almost saw the true face of Huaguo Mountain and Water Curtain Cave.

As a result, seeing the "Mother Heavenly Sage" taking the monkey grandsons and the NPC professors intimately, I always feel that something is wrong.

Isn’t this going to “act” and make a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace?
Chapter completed!