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The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and sped toward the teachers' dormitory, which was engulfed in flames.

The closer one got to the dormitory building, the more oppressive the scorching heat became, the air thick with the acrid smell of burning organic matter and an indescribable fishy odor. The old teachers' dormitory groaned in the flames, its structure creaking under the weight of the fire. Professor Kuroko stood on the edge of the flames in the third-floor corridor.

That signature long, jet-black hair had now transformed into countless wildly dancing venomous snakes, coiling around the arsonist who was completely concealing his face in mid-air from all directions.

The arsonist had clearly suffered a lot at the hands of the black hair. His hands, feet and even neck were tightly bound by the hair, making his movements sluggish and difficult. Although flames kept rising around him, trying to burn off the hair, the black hair regenerated and wrapped around him very quickly after breaking, resulting in a brief stalemate.

Just then, both the arsonist and Mr. Kuroko noticed the two people who had arrived.

A fierce glint flashed in the arsonist's eyes. Without hesitation, he shifted the blame to the other side, suddenly raising his hand and sending several blazing fireballs, accompanied by heat waves, hurtling straight toward the two of them!

Xia Yu subconsciously tried to activate the flames to fight back, but his expression changed drastically. He couldn't sense any connection between himself and the flames!

Ji Mo grabbed the stunned man and dodged to the side. The fireball struck the spot where they had been fighting, exploding into a scorching shockwave.

This sudden attack did indeed distract Kuroko-sensei from some of her attention.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, the arsonist pulled out a short knife with flames attached, swung it backhand, and quickly cut off the black hair on his body.

The arsonist, having escaped, did not linger and retreated rapidly.

Kuroko-sensei let out an angry shriek, and the remaining large amount of hair surged like a black tide, chasing after the fleeing figure again at an extremely fast speed, almost touching him once more.

The arsonist was so focused on dodging the deadly strands of hair behind him that he was completely unaware of a strange sound that was almost drowned out by the crackling of the flames.

"Bang!"

A dull thud!

His forward-leaping figure abruptly halted, his shoulder blade and part of his chest instantly shattered by an invisible, immense force, leaving a bloody mess. He endured the excruciating pain and staggered away at an even greater speed, leaving only a glaring pool of blood in his wake.

Looking at Mr. Kuroko's side, he leaped directly from the sea of ​​fire on the third floor, landed steadily, and parted a strand of hair, which he used to hold the homemade shotgun like a human hand. His blood-red eyes stared coldly at them.

"It seems we have no choice but to proceed according to your initial plan." Ji Mo's gaze swept over the eerie teachers who were gradually emerging from the sea of ​​fire, their eyes growing increasingly frantic and dangerous. He said to Xia Yu, "We'll figure out how to find that person later."

Xia Yu's expression was grim. He said in a low voice, "No need to look anymore. He's from Wenfeng Private High School; he's the one who asked me to investigate this place back then."

Ji Mo glanced at him, but didn't ask how he knew. He simply said, "I'm here to deal with Hei Zi."

Before Ji Mo finished speaking, his figure shot out like an arrow, aiming directly at the teacher holding the hair.

The sharp whistling sound of hair piercing the air was painful to the eardrums. Those few strands of hair, gleaming with a cold light, carried the force of tearing through the air, rushing straight towards Ji Mo's face like poisoned arrows! Ji Mo did not retreat half a step. A cold light flashed in his eyes. In the instant his wrist twisted, his five fingers gripped the hair tightly like iron clamps forged from refined steel. When his knuckles exerted force, even the air seemed to be squeezed with a muffled sound. Under his white knuckles, the hair was stretched so taut that it emitted a metallic tremor.

He remained as steady as Mount Tai, unmoved. Teacher Kuroko manipulated the strands of hair, struggling to aim, and the hair holding the gun landed on Ji Mo with a bang, only tearing his clothes and leaving not even a dent.

"Come here!" A low shout exploded like thunder. Ji Mo suddenly exerted force in his arm, and a powerful force surged through his hair! Teacher Heizi felt a heart-wrenching pain on his scalp. His huge body was like a rag being torn up by a gale. He was instantly pulled off the ground and flew through the air, smashing the cement pillars in the corners of the walls along the way, with gravel and dust flying everywhere.

Before Kuroko-sensei's body could hit the ground, Ji Mo had already pounced on him like a ghost, his left hand transforming into a claw, and with the force of breaking through the wind, he fiercely gripped the other's hideous and twisted head.

"Let's keep quiet for a bit." The words had barely left his lips when Ji Mo slammed his arm down—"Boom!" With a deafening crash, Mr. Kuroko's head was smashed into the concrete floor!

The ground instantly cracked open, revealing a spiderweb-like fissure several meters in diameter. Where the fissure spread, floor tiles and rubble flew in all directions like cannonballs. Desks and chairs in the dormitory were thrown into the air, and even the walls developed jagged cracks. Before Mr. Kuroko could even scream, his head was completely deformed by the immense force, and he instantly fell silent, his body limp and lifeless.

Ji Mo slowly released his grip. "As a supernatural being, why aren't you using your abilities properly? What are you doing with a gun? Are you bullying a child?"

He picked up the crude shotgun, which looked as if it might explode at any moment, aimed it at the exquisite head that had not yet lost its vitality, and pulled the trigger.

As the smoke cleared, the twisted and deformed heads were left with only a little bit of soot.

He discarded the scrap metal-like gun, not at all surprised by the bizarre strength of the body.

Then, crackling electric arcs appeared around Xia Yu, and the eerie blue lightning replaced the blazing flames.

Blinding electric snakes shot out from the ground in an instant, not directly attacking the eerie teacher who emerged from the sea of ​​fire, but intertwining in front of them to form a flickering electric net. The intense paralysis and energy shock effectively hindered their encirclement.

Ji Mo had no intention of helping. The only thing Xia Yu was right about this dungeon was the strange strength of the monsters, all of whom were below his level.

His gaze returned to the crumbling teachers' dormitory building, carefully sensing the pale flames. A faint sense of familiarity washed over him. It shared the same origin as the eerie flames Xia Yu had once used to suppress, possessing a special ability to attack evil spirits.

Are they from the same lineage? Or is there another reason? Ji Mo wondered to himself.

Not far away, several figures were rushing towards them, their familiar teacher uniforms identifying them.

Ji Mo sighed deeply: "Let's clean it all up at once."

……

The student dormitory building was deathly silent.

Most of the students who heard the explosion coming from the direction of the teachers' dormitory remained in their rooms. They habitually obeyed the rules and waited for further instructions.

Before joining the elite class, they all signed a contract with imperceptible binding force, promising to abide by the rules and keep the secret.

Moreover, compared to the environment outside where students in regular classes get less than six hours of sleep a day and are under immense pressure, this place has fewer people, more resources, and a friendly atmosphere, so almost no one wants to go back to regular classes.

In the silence, only a few students, driven by curiosity, tossed and turned, making the bed boards creak.

It wasn't until the morning exercise bell rang the next day, and no teacher came to urge them on, that they truly realized something was wrong.

Finally, some students mustered up the courage to leave their dorm rooms and stand in the corridor gazing into the distance. It was no longer lights out time, so it wasn't considered a violation.

Without the teachers' scolding and urging, the students felt for the first time how empty and quiet the school was, as if they had been abandoned outside of reality.

Anxiety began to grow and spread like mold.

Just as a commotion was about to break out, a student spotted a woman's figure in the distance and instinctively thought of that strict but familiar teacher, blurting out, "Kuroko-sensei—"

The response he received was not a familiar voice, but a clear and melodious ringing of a bell.

The sound of the bell made the students who had called out, as well as the other students who heard the sound, feel as if their bones had been pulled out in an instant. They all slumped down and fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Jiu Chonglou put away the small bell in his hand, turned around and looked at the somewhat stunned official logistics team members behind him, and said lazily, "What are you all standing there for? Immediately execute the evacuation procedure and safely transfer all students out."