The Pseudo-Human Academy: Starting with a Bricklayer Personality

Meanwhile, the live stream was almost completely flooded with messages from Wa Xuedi, with the screen filled with comments about his mother.

Testicular War God (Hua): "Holy crap! It seems that Hongxia brought out her bizarre personality, along with her teleportation ability. I'm so curious about what reward Hongxia chose in the dungeon."

The bard who likes to chuckle (Hua): "Seriously, don't you guys think that blondie is ridiculously overpowered? He even preys on ghosts, doesn't he get cold?"

AAA Nine Clans Wholesale (Chinese): "This is a character I truly admire."

When I think of you, I feel so happy (Hua): "Judging from his face, I think the blond guy must have run away, which made the female ghost go wild, so the blond guy managed to clear the dungeon by luck."

"Damn, I have to say, this guy is a real talent!"

Wa Xuedi (Chinese): "Hongxia's mom is so cool, I love her so much, mom, please take me with you! I can't live without her anymore."

"Even if Mom is a ghost, I will always love Hongxia Mom. Hongxia Mom, please take me with you!"

Administrator (Chinese): "No crazy behavior allowed in the live stream!"

Note: Wa Xuedi has been banned from speaking for one hour.

Hmph, she's not Wa-chan at all! (Hua) "Hongxia's other personality turned her into a testicle, and she passed the first level in one go. She's really amazing! I almost want to call Hongxia 'Mom'."

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Seeing Hongxia standing there unharmed, Xu Feng's heart finally settled down a little.

He gave Yu Xi a look, and the two followed in tacit agreement. Yellow-haired Xie Ang shrank his neck and quickly glanced at the ground staff in black behind the counter.

They maintained their stiff posture, their faces expressionless, yet their gazes seemed to be subtly fixed on their backs.

Only after confirming that the other party had no intention of stopping him did he dare to quicken his pace.

I followed closely behind the two of them, afraid that if I slowed down even a step, I would be pulled back to that suffocating counter area by an invisible force.

The long queues were like a silent torrent. They moved with the flow of people, and most of the passengers around them were expressionless. Occasionally, some would talk in hushed tones, their voices as flat as if they had no soul.

But the more normal the scene seems, the more uneasy it makes one's heart tighten, as if an unpredictable terror might suddenly descend at any moment.

Upon arriving at the security checkpoint, the sense of oppression suddenly intensified.

The security personnel in black uniforms stood there expressionless, but a faint, eerie smile lingered in their eyes.

Whenever someone passes by, they mechanically repeat the same sentence, their voices like a pre-programmed sequence, devoid of inflection or warmth.

"Sir/Madam, you haven't checked in yet."

"Sir/Madam, you haven't checked in yet."

"Sir/Madam, you haven't checked in yet."

The three sentences repeated themselves in a loop, like a spell swirling around my ears.

Yellow-haired Xie Ang trembled with fright and instinctively tried to stop, but then suddenly realized what was happening.

He then realized that these security personnel were no longer normal humans, and hurriedly lowered his head.

Following Xu Feng and Yu tide, he quickly passed through the security gate. Even the beeping of the security scanner felt like a death knell, making him wish he could escape this area immediately.

Finally stepping into the waiting hall, the dry air carried a faint musty smell, and I was just about to breathe a sigh of relief.

A cold, emotionless electronic announcement suddenly rang out throughout the waiting hall, piercing through all the noise and drilling straight into everyone's eardrums:

"Mr. Xu Feng, Ms. Hong Xia, Ms. Yu Xi, and Mr. Xie Ang, you have not yet checked in. Please check in as soon as possible and board flight 444."

"Mr. Xu Feng, Ms. Hong Xia, Ms. Yu Xi, and Mr. Xie Ang, you have not yet checked in. Please check in as soon as possible and board flight 444."

"Mr. Xu Feng, Ms. Hong Xia, Ms. Yu Xi, and Mr. Xie Ang, you have not yet checked in. Please check in as soon as possible and board flight 444."

The announcement was repeated three times, its urging so intense it was almost suffocating, and the lights in the waiting area suddenly dimmed.

Pedestrians who were chatting and laughing and hurrying along just a second ago suddenly froze as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then, they all slowly turned around, their faces, which had been calm, tired, or happy, were instantly covered by a uniform, eerie smile.

The smile was stiff, as if it had been carved with a chisel. The corners of his mouth were stretched into an unnatural arc, and his eyes were empty but fixed on Xu Feng and the other three, as if he were watching his prey.

"You haven't checked in yet..."

"Please check in as soon as possible and board flight 444..."

"Check-in process... Flight 444..."

It's unclear who started it, but all the pedestrians began to repeat the words from the broadcast in unison.

The sounds went from chaotic to orderly, finally converging into a muffled torrent that echoed through the waiting hall.

The scene was like a classic scene from a horror movie, extremely eerie.

A bone-chilling coldness crept up his spine, causing the blond-haired man to shiver involuntarily.

The clue on the black card instantly appeared in everyone's minds:

When your name is called over the loudspeaker, you must whisper "I am not on my way home" and board the plane within three minutes, or you will be permanently stranded.

The rules must be carefully memorized; this has almost become a consensus among the chosen ones.

"Whisper, hurry up!" Xu Feng shouted and took the lead.

He clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his palms, and whispered over and over again, "I am not on my way home," while his sharp eyes scanned his surroundings, searching for signs for Flight 444.

Yu tide followed closely behind, gripping the hilt of the Tang sword tightly. Her face remained cold, but the wariness in her eyes betrayed her nervousness.

She murmured silently, her steps steady and quick, avoiding the approaching pedestrians.

Although they did not launch an attack, they slowly tightened the encirclement like a tide, their eerie smiles remaining unchanged.

Yellow-haired Xie Ang was terrified, his teeth chattering, and he frantically whispered, "I am not a returnee."

But an extremely dangerous thought grew wildly like weeds, sprouting out uncontrollably:

If I were to whisper at this moment, "I am a traveler on my way home."

What will happen?

Will I receive a special reward?

Or will they be torn apart by these strange people?

Reason was screaming at him, warning him never to try.

Once you open your mouth, you might be trapped in this perpetual waiting airport forever, becoming one of these walking corpses.

He shook his head violently, trying to dispel the terrible thought, but it only grew stronger.

His steps slowed a beat due to his inner struggle, and the pedestrians behind him were getting so close that he could feel the cold aura emanating from them.