Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 35 I'm going to dispose of Yan Ming's body?

Homework: Submit a human head?
Yan Ming couldn't understand how his seemingly normal high school life had suddenly become so terrifying.

The heads on the table undoubtedly put psychological pressure on him, making him somewhat confused about the current situation.

The heads were in different states of decay, and it was clear that some people had finished their homework as soon as the holidays started, while others had procrastinated until the last minute before school started and then frantically rushed to finish their homework.

The stench of blood and decay mingled together, creating an overwhelming and nauseating stench.

Yan Ming looked at the spot where Li Yan, the ghost-eyed corpse, and the seven nurse ghosts had just been. They were just a silhouette, an unfamiliar silhouette that looked exactly like the other students.

No, it's not them. The chainsaw-wielding man and the ghost nurse are gone. Now, the seats are occupied only by a large number of unfamiliar people.

No one can help him now.

Where is your homework?

Teacher Pan stood up. His movements were slow, but his height gradually increased as he stood up, until his head almost touched the four-meter-high ceiling.

He looked down at Yan Ming, his expression turning grim.

His facial features transformed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, gradually becoming sharper, thus casting a large amount of shadow on Yan Ming's body.

An invisible sense of oppression gripped Yan Ming's throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

Yan Ming glanced slowly at the front and back doors, only to find that the classroom door was already tightly closed, and some faceless students with ill intentions stood up, subtly blocking the only way to escape.

The building is quite high up, and he is currently in a state of "sealed magic," so he can't use the power of the Spying Ghost. If he breaks the window and jumps down, he might really fall to his death.

But if I don't jump...

Yan Ming looked at Teacher Pan, who had grown fangs and was now glaring fiercely. This teacher was becoming less and less human. What could he do?
"Yan Ming, where's your homework?"

With his blue face and fangs, Teacher Pan glared with his round, bloodshot eyes and roared like thunder.

Yan Ming made a firm decision and turned his gaze to another classmate sitting next to him.

If you absolutely have to submit an assignment, there are ready-made ones.

He roughly pulled the female classmate sitting next to him, slammed her upper body onto the desk, and then grabbed her slender neck.

"The homework is right here, I'll finish it for you now!"

Yan Ming grabbed a pen from the table and aimed it at the fair neck, about to stab it.

"what you do?!"

A sound like lightning ripped through the night sky, causing Yan Ming, who was committing violence, to stop what he was doing.

A girl was pinned to the desk by his hand, a sharpened pencil stuck in her eye socket, and bright red blood gushed out from the pencil, staining dozens of test papers on his desk.

Yan Ming turned to look at his classmates. Their desks were mostly empty, with only a few test papers scattered about.

The girls at the scene saw the body nailed to the desk with a pencil and let out a high-pitched scream, while the boys also looked terrified, jumped up from their seats, and retreated in unison.

"Clap."

Yan Ming dropped the pencil in his hand. He didn't know what had just happened. He clearly remembered that he only took one pencil, and he only wanted to kill the girl and use her head to hand in his homework.

I wanted to do it, but I never did.

And that wasn't the case just now...

"what have you done?"

Standing in front of the desk, Teacher Pan was shocked. He went over and touched the body on the desk to check for breath, realizing that the girl was dead.

"I just asked you to hand in your homework, how could you kill someone? You seem to be going a bit too far!"

Teacher Pan was heartbroken. He tried to reach out and close the girl's eyes on the desk, but there was a pencil stuck in each of her eye sockets, so he couldn't close them no matter what he did.

Yan Ming felt cold sweat breaking out all over his body. The scene before him made him realize that he had been deeply affected by something strange. The human head assignment he had just done was an illusion that induced him to break the school rules.

No, these aren't school rules; they're criminal offenses.

How to do?
Unable to continue playing the role of a student at Wangcheng No. 1 High School, it seemed he had no choice but to run away first. Yan Ming forced himself to calm down. He began to understand why he had been so agitated just now, as if he had suddenly developed mania.

What exactly is this strange creature trying to do?
Make me a murderer and then put me on the opposite side of the entire school?
Just as Yan Ming was about to run away, Teacher Pan suddenly stood up with a serious expression, clapped his hands, and gestured for everyone to look over.

He first drew the curtains and closed the front and back doors, sealing off the entire classroom, before walking up to the podium and speaking loudly:

"Students, calm down, calm down!"

So all the students looked at Teacher Pan. At this time, high school students had no backbone. Since the teacher had spoken, they would definitely listen to what the teacher's plan was first.

"Just before evening self-study, Li Xiaoyu and Yan Ming had an accident while they were playing around, resulting in the serious consequence of one person's death."

"Unfortunately, Yan Ming died right before our eyes."

Teacher Pan lowered her eyes slightly and couldn't help but shed a few tears.

what? !

The situation still developed beyond Yan Ming's expectations. He turned to look at the corpse on the table.

What girls are there?
The person nailed to the desk by a pencil was clearly himself!

The corpse had the exact same face and body as him, except for its dull, lifeless left eye and its bulging right eye; they were completely identical.

Is it not real?
What is going on now?
Yan Ming stared at the corpse lying on the table, momentarily lost in confusion.

Yan Ming died, so I'm Li Xiaoyu now?

"As everyone knows, Yan Ming is a notorious bully in the school. I know many people have been bullied by him. You could say he alone has dragged our whole class down."

"Li Xiaoyu is the top student in the whole school and in the top ten in the city's joint examination. I know she is a very nice person. You all like her, right? Moreover, her father, Mr. Li Yimu, is a well-known entrepreneur in the city. He has given our class a lot of scholarship sponsorships."

"What I'm asking is, do you think it's worth sacrificing Li Xiaoyu's entire life for a scumbag like Yan Ming?"

Teacher Pan said with great distress, and his question made everyone fall silent.

"On the contrary, if we can help Li Xiaoyu at this time, we can save her and at the same time gain a huge favor from her father."

“You haven’t entered society yet, and you may not understand what entrepreneurs like Mr. Li Yimu really represent. I can only say that you will definitely not regret it.”

"Alright, that's all I have to say. Our Class 3 has always adhered to the principle of democratic centralism. Now, let's vote on whether or not to help Li Xiaoyu cover up this matter. The minority shall obey the majority."

"If we're going to hide it, we'll help her dispose of Yan Ming's body together."

"Believe me, his body will glow and generate heat to the maximum extent."

"We are not only saving Li Xiaoyu's future, but also the future of our entire Class 3."

As the vote began, more than a dozen people who were close to Li Xiaoyu raised their hands without hesitation, while the rest whispered among themselves and gradually raised their hands as well.

"Wait a minute, is the death rumor a hoax?"

Suddenly, a playful classmate said with a grin.

Hearing him say that, several hesitant hands lowered again, as if longing for a vacation.

"Shut up, this is no small matter. Even during the holidays, you'll still have to attend extra classes." Teacher Pan glared fiercely at the guy.

So those hesitant hands were raised again.

Ultimately, 43 out of 45 students in the class agreed to the proposal, which was almost a unanimous vote.

"Alright, next we need to discuss how to dispose of Yan Ming's body. Listen up, everyone, these forty minutes of evening self-study are very important."

Teacher Pan tapped the pointer.

Standing beside his desk, Yan Ming felt utterly absurd; he felt he was falling behind the times.

Am I about to start disposing of my own corpse?

　Thank you so much for reading! I really appreciate your continued support. QAQ
　　
　
(End of this chapter)