Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 34 Homework: Submit a human head

The ghost's eyes were covered by something.

The entire school was covered by something.

Including me?
Standing in the bustling high school campus, Yan Ming suddenly felt a chill run through his body. He was unsure if he had been infected.

However, he quickly regained his composure because he saw the survivor's corpse desperately trying to wink at him.

It's probably a signal: don't worry about other things for now, we'll talk about it when we get back to class.

Yan Ming realized that the corpse named "Li Yan" seemed to be more than he thought, so he followed the crowd toward the teaching building.

However, after walking only a few steps, he suddenly felt two girls surround him from the left and right, naturally pressing against his body and putting their arms around him.

The refreshing scent of shampoo carried a youthful vitality, brushing against his nose like a gentle breeze in the brilliant sunset, as if teasing a cat's face with a cat toy.

The soft, intimate touch came over him, but Yan Ming had no romantic thoughts whatsoever; he was only terrified, like a cat whose fur had stood on end.

What the hell?

He instantly pulled his hand away and turned to look at the two girls.

They were all wearing loose-fitting school uniforms, clean and tidy. The girl on the left had a great figure, tall and slender, with curves that didn't belong to this age group; the girl on the right also had a great figure, with broad back muscles and well-developed biceps.

Yan Ming's gaze was fixed on the sexy chainsaw above the tall girl's neck, then he looked at the baby-faced muscular man on the other side, feeling the full, hard muscles pressing against his arm, and he was speechless for a moment.

Even if you're not from the same group of girls, you guys can still come out, right?
Seemingly noticing Yan Ming's burning gaze, the chainsaw on the nurse's head started twitching and emitting a cheerful buzzing sound.

Nurse Ghost.

After the ghost-eyed corpse was resurrected, these nurse ghosts also joined the school as normal high school students.

However, they still showed signs of fusion with Oni Warrior, and there was nothing unusual about them in the eyes of the other students.

"Master, I'm so glad to finally see you~"

"Yan-ge'er, do you remember me? Doesn't my pecs make you feel safe?"

"Bro, could you please not use my foot for the flying kick next time? It really hurts. Or you could take turns, it can't be me every time, can it?"

Seven girls of varying shapes and sizes squeezed in, chattering away as if trying to unleash all the unspoken words hidden in the shadows.

Meanwhile, the chainsaw nurse and the deep-fry nurse, who couldn't speak, shook their heads excitedly. One kept pulling the chainsaw, while the other was covered in fine oil bubbles, giving herself a second deep-fry to lock in the moisture and juices.

This scene, occurring on an ordinary high school campus, naturally attracted the attention of countless students. Yan Ming could feel a large number of curious or envious glances, and he immediately felt immense pressure.

"Stop, don't come any closer, keep a normal distance between men and women." Yan Ming felt a headache coming on, immediately broke free from the encirclement of the seven female classmates, and returned to the side of the ghost-eyed corpse Li Yan, putting his arm around her shoulder as if they were old acquaintances.

"Let's go back to class, I'll go with you."

Yan Ming whispered something to Li Yan, then gestured to the nurse ghosts.

Don't come any closer, or I'll become the target of everyone's criticism.

"Who is that guy? How come he gets along so well with so many women?"

"It seems to be Yan Ming from Class 3 of the second year of high school. I don't know about the others. I'll ask the chubby boy in their class later."

"He's probably gay, one of the girls' gay male friends."

"A bit like."

A cacophony of voices rose from the crowd. These unexpected yet plausible words made Yan Ming's face darken instantly, and he immediately released his arm from her shoulder.

As evening self-study time approached, the students didn't dwell too much on the astonishing scene they had just witnessed; they simply quickened their pace toward their classrooms.

The crowd merged into the stairwell and dispersed to different floors. Taking advantage of the earlier chatter, Yan Ming figured out his class number and quickly found the floor where his second-year class was located.

A large group of people walked along the corridor. The seven nurse ghosts in front of Yan Ming were playing and laughing with each other, looking no different from real high school students. Yan Ming, on the other hand, looked worried and preoccupied.

As Yan Ming approached Class 3, he peered into the classroom through the back window and noticed several details.

Evening self-study hasn't started yet, so the noise from the whole high school is coming in waves, but Class 3 is very quiet.

Half of the forty-odd seats were already occupied. Most students were hunched over their desks doing homework or reciting texts, while a few were busy with their own things, occasionally exchanging winks with their deskmates.

Yan Ming immediately saw the reason for the unusual quiet in the class—

A gaunt, old-fashioned middle-aged teacher sat in the last row by the window, grading a stack of test papers on his desk.

Old Pan?
Yan Ming noticed that the series of female ghosts from before were also in this class, and then realized the identity of the teacher in the back row by the window.

Well, the scene before him was a very realistic recreation of his high school days, and he hadn't sensed any ghosts or monsters yet.

Just a second before entering the classroom, Yan Ming suddenly caught a glimpse of a man and a woman staring at him from the opposite building. He squinted and noticed that they looked remarkably like the two people he had seen on the rooftop earlier.

Just as I was about to say something, the school bell rang, and the boy and girl opposite me turned around and went back to their own classrooms.

Class 3, Grade 12.

Yan Ming noted down their class and planned to find them after evening self-study to check on their situation.

He walked into the classroom with his classmates, deliberately slowing down as he searched for his seat.

Meanwhile, Li Yan and the seven nurse ghosts around him all found their places one after another, but he was the only one who didn't see an empty seat in the class and no one called him to take a seat.

The drumbeats of the school bell seemed to strike his heart again and again, gradually making him irritable.

Where am I?
If you haven't found your spot before the bell rings out, something bad is bound to happen.

Yan Ming had already noticed the strange looks he was receiving. He also discovered that the female classmate who had been the twelve female ghosts was looking at him with a mocking smile, as if she was about to witness a great spectacle.

If I'm going to die, how come there's no place for me?

As the school bell was about to ring out, Yan Ming's gaze finally hardened.

There was only one empty seat left in the entire class, which was the teacher's position, but he wasn't the teacher, so there was only one reason.

The window seat in the back row was mine, but "Old Pan" was temporarily occupying his spot to grade papers.

Thinking this, he slowly walked to the spot he had chosen, approached the middle-aged teacher, and whispered, "Teacher..."

"Where's the homework?" Teacher Pan asked coldly without looking up.

Yan Ming froze on the spot. What homework did he have?
Teacher Pan looked up and scanned the whole class, then continued in a stern voice, "Put all your homework on your desks. Group leaders, go down and check."

At his command, all the students began taking things out of their bags.

A strong smell of blood filled the entire classroom. Yan Ming turned around and saw a head on every desk.

The stench of corpses spread rapidly, and all the heads of different sizes and shapes were positioned in the same direction.

All those heads, those lifeless, bluish-gray eyes, were staring at Yan Ming.

Yan Ming remembered.

The female ghost said she would use him as homework.

But what about my homework?
　One more chapter

　　
　
(End of this chapter)