Junior sister, she reached the pinnacle of life by picking up rags

She looked at the podium again and found that there was a rule posted there.

Article 12: Please answer the questions correctly.

The grey-robed man walked in slowly. He was the Uncle Liu mentioned in the rules.

Wait, there is a most fatal problem that has not been solved. She doesn’t even know the name of this body. Although it seems that if she can’t get up to answer the questions, she may have to start over.

She searched her body for a long time and finally found a lump of something. She took it out and saw the words "Yanyun" clearly engraved on it.

It's her own name.

But when Uncle Liu opened his mouth, Yan Yun couldn't hear what he was saying at all. She was so confused that she didn't know how to answer the question.

If she can't hear, are those rules necessary?

But soon, Uncle Liu on the stage had a blank expression on his face, and the corners of his lips slightly raised, with a hint of sarcasm, "Yan Yun, please answer this question."

This can be heard, so what is the problem?

Everyone's eyes were immediately focused on Yan Yun. The classroom was deathly quiet, and it seemed as if the only sound in the world was her breathing.

First of all, it was the fifth and sixth rules. Yan Yun thought quickly. He had to stand up and answer when his name was called, but he was not allowed to answer questions in class.

Then can't she just skip class?

The rules don't say that you can't leave the classroom during class, so if she leaves the classroom, it doesn't count as class, right?

Even though it's a bit reluctant, I have no choice but to try.

In order to avoid being judged as answering the question if she stood up, she silently squatted down and moved to the outside of the classroom in an extremely obscene posture.

She squatted outside the classroom. Uncle Liu knew everything, and she could ask him anything she didn't understand. "Uncle Liu, what question did you ask me just now?"

Her heart was beating a little faster, showing her nervousness at the moment, waiting for the answer from the person on the stage.

Uncle Liu answered Yan Yun's question. After getting the answer, she reluctantly breathed a sigh of relief and asked again, "What's the answer?"

After getting the answer, she repeated it. After answering, she quickly looked down and saw her real body. She was completely relieved. Fortunately, fortunately.

She found that, except for the roll call, she couldn't hear anything that Uncle Liu said.

She took the initiative to ask questions and she could hear Uncle Liu's answers.

"Uncle Liu, which rule is false?"

As if thinking of this, Yan Yun reacted and realized that since he knew everything, all questions had answers.

"Article 9."

"..."

Yan Yun frowned and was speechless, so the purpose of this rule was to cheat people, right?

"Uncle Liu, what is the antonym of class?"

"get out of class is over."

This seemed to be an instruction. In an instant, the whole classroom was filled with a cheerful atmosphere. Everyone seemed to come alive, and the expressions on their faces became lively. Even Uncle Liu, who had been as pale as a corpse on the stage just now, had a much rosier complexion.

She hurriedly looked towards the door, and sure enough, the only sentence left on the stone slab with the rules engraved on it was "Students are prohibited from killing each other in the teaching hall."

Yan Yun stood up and walked straight downstairs.

As long as she applies the rules reasonably without violating them, she can break the dilemma. She wants to find out the rules of the Tiandao Sect.

The first thing that can be confirmed is that any information about pseudo-people is taboo here.

The noisy conversations around her kept pouring into her ears, and there were many people around her greeting her. Her purpose was very clear, to find Yu Shuiqing.

When she arrived at Yu Shuiqing's classroom, it was already empty. The wind outside the window blew the open book on the table, making the sound of papers flipping.

As if possessed by some mysterious force, she walked up.

This was a book that recorded the history of Tiandao Sect from its founding to the present. She reached out and picked it up. The page it read was "Tiandao Sect, Medicine Pavilion".

As if she touched upon some key words, some images flashed through her mind very quickly, like a passing scene. It was disciples in grey robes surrounding the medicine furnace, using long knives to chop those people into pieces and throw them into the furnace.

The figure that was discovered in panic, and then the girl that was dragged away...

Cold sweat broke out on her forehead, she felt dizzy and had a vague feeling of nausea, and her fingers trembled uncontrollably.

Her face appeared countless times in the fragmented images. If this was her memory, how could it appear from a third-person perspective? This was not her memory, so whose memory was this?

"What did you see?"

The slightly cold voice dragged her back to reality. Her chin was fiercely pinched by the gray-robed woman who killed Zhu Qing, forcing her to raise her head and look directly at her.

The gray-robed woman's strength was so great that it seemed as if she could almost crush her jawbone. Her eyes were as sharp as an eagle's, staring straight into her eyes.

Looking at the other person's sinister eyes, Yan Yun clenched his hands tightly to suppress the crazy dizziness in his mind, and managed to piece together a sentence with his sanity, "It is forbidden to kill fellow students in the teaching hall."

Her memory finally stopped at the scene where her face was splattered with blood. At this moment, she realized that this was Zhu Qing's memory.

Yan Yun's words were both a reminder and a disguised warning. The gray-robed woman sneered and was about to speak, but was interrupted.

"Uncle He, the headmaster wants to discuss something with you." Yu Shuiqing appeared at the door just in time. Seeing that the gray-robed woman did not move, he spoke again, but his tone was colder, "The headmaster seems to be a little anxious, Uncle He, please don't delay."

Hearing this, the gray-robed woman sneered, let go of her hand and disappeared in front of Yan Yun.

Yan Yun rubbed her aching jaw, then turned to look at Yu Shuiqing. She was silent for more than ten seconds. She did not say a word, but just read out the three words "Wen Qingyu" with her lips.