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The screen showed that half of the call had already passed. Lu Changsheng took a deep breath, his brain racing as he processed the information.

"1. Could the countermeasures team help me check if there are any anomalies in our shadows, such as discrepancies in their position, shape, or angle relative to the light source, or if any 'special shadows' have appeared that have acted independently?"

2. Does the "Blood Feast" have other weaknesses? Such as a certain sound, symbol, or "rules" it must follow?

A brief silence followed, broken only by the hissing of electrical current. Lu Changsheng could imagine that at that moment, multiple teams of analysts in the countermeasures center were frantically retrieving data.

A few seconds later, Yan Xiangming's voice rang out again, this time more urgent:

"First, based on the replays of other players who have already sacrificed themselves, an anomaly in the shadows was detected on the third floor of the main teaching building. Your shadows are not currently showing any real-time anomalies, but you need to be highly vigilant."

"Secondly, the records are limited. There are few records of the 'Blood Feast,' but its bloodlust is known."

Time's up. Take care.

"Sizzle—"

The communication was cut off, and a sharp glint flashed deep in Lu Changsheng's eyes.

"Brother Lu? How is it?" Cheng Caijun asked anxiously.

"We have a clue." Lu Changsheng quickly shared, "Although there are still some doubts, we now know almost everything about the background story of the entire instance."

"To boost its college entrance exam pass rate, the principal of Qing Teng High School used the lives of students in Class D to initiate a luck-changing ritual, allowing students in Class A to be admitted to Tsinghua and Peking Universities. However, the ritual failed due to Xie Yiping's suicide, and the students in Class D became ghosts. The principal summoned the evil god 'Blood Feast' for protection, using the proctors as host bodies and their life force to maintain the barrier. The price was that any student who violated the exam rules would be killed by the proctor, thus accelerating the evil god's resurrection. When the evil god resurrects, it will kill all living people, thus initiating the 'Blood Feast'."

"If we kill the proctor now, the evil god won't need to appear?"

Cheng Caijun thought for a moment and then said.

"It's not that simple. In the exam room, the proctors are practically invincible."

4. There will be only one invigilator in the examination room, and candidates must not disobey her orders under any circumstances.

"The ringtone, this ringtone is the most crucial thing right now..."

Lu Changsheng pondered, "The timing of our arrival in this instance definitely has a deeper meaning. The bell that rings four hours later could be the beginning of everything, or it could be the end of everything."

"Then we..." Cheng Caijun was completely bewildered by Lu Changsheng's riddle-like maneuver.

"There are still key figures we haven't contacted," Lu Changsheng said, unable to bear the pungent smell of the toilet any longer. He patted Cheng Caijun on the shoulder. "Let's go. Remember, if we're right, the principal might be even more afraid of the evil god fully awakening than we are. That's our bargaining chip."

Without further hesitation, the two turned and headed towards the fourth floor of the main teaching building.

At the end of the corridor, the lights were dim.

Behind them, the shadows on the wall stretched and distorted as they moved, but at a certain moment, Lu Changsheng's shadow head seemed to tilt extremely slightly... as if listening, or as if watching.

It happened in an instant, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.

The fourth floor was completely different from the third floor. The tiles were clean and tidy, the walls were covered with expensive wallpaper, and exquisite oil paintings hung on both sides of the corridor. The lighting was a warm yellow, and the curtains were two layers thick.

But upon closer inspection, the contents of those oil paintings are all extremely bizarre: one painting depicts students studying at their desks, but their shadows are twisted into monsters; another painting shows the principal awarding prizes, but blood is flowing from the trophies; and yet another painting depicts the fourth teaching building, with its windows crowded with pale faces.

"It's so clean here."

Cheng Caijun said in a low voice.

"The principal's office is at the end of the corridor," Lu Changsheng pointed to the heavy mahogany double door.

Above the door hangs a brass plaque with four large characters engraved on it:

[Principal's Office]

However, below the plaque, there is a line of smaller characters that can only be read by looking closely:

[Zhang Mingyuan, creator of the Green Vine Miracle]

Lu Changsheng reached out and gently knocked on the door.

"Knock knock knock—"

The knocking echoed in the quiet corridor, sounding particularly abrupt.

There was silence for a few seconds inside the door.

Then, a gentle and refined voice rang out:

"Please come in."

Lu Changsheng pushed open the door.

The sight behind the door made both of them hold their breath.

That's not the principal's office—it's a nest built by some kind of creature.

The room was still spacious, but the "luxury" decor now seemed distorted and terrifying. Dark red, pulsating vein-like structures crawled all over the mahogany bookshelves; the floor-to-ceiling windows were covered by a thick, constantly writhing black substance, which spread slowly like living moss.

A different ruleboard hung on the wall, which read—

[Principal's Instructions]

1. All staff members must unconditionally and absolutely obey any instructions from the principal.

This rule has become so dim and obscured that it seems as if it could be wiped away with the slightest breeze.

2. All teachers are required to worship the deity to maintain the barrier.

The second rule was crossed out for some reason.

3. The rules for the fourth teaching building remain unchanged.

The third rule was also very dark in color, and it sometimes became darker and sometimes lighter, as if something was pulling at each other.

【4.】

【5.】

......

There were originally several rules below the main rules, but they were all erased. It's also possible that the principal's own power was no longer sufficient to maintain the other rules.

Principal Zhang Mingyuan could barely maintain a human outline; his skin was a translucent bluish-gray, and the writhing, amorphous organs beneath were clearly visible.

Its head still had some discernible facial features, but its eyes were two constantly spinning black vortexes, and its mouth stretched to its ears, revealing layers upon layers of sharp teeth covered in mucus.

But its voice was still a gentle and refined male voice:

"Welcome, students from Class A. What brings you here?"

Viewers in the live stream were terrified by this scene and screamed in horror.

[Holy crap, bro, if you're in this state, stop talking like a human!]

[Watching this in the middle of the night is really scary! I really don't want to see where your liver is!]

"Don't say anything, I was hungry just now, so I ordered a plate of sliced ​​beef and tripe in chili sauce, and I threw it all up."

[Hey upstairs, I've said it so many times, you can't eat while watching a live stream, it really makes you nauseous!]

"Principal, we're lost," Lu Changsheng said, his tone perfectly tinged with confusion. "We wanted to go to the restroom, but we ended up in a really strange place..."

Principal Zhang remained motionless: "Oh? Where?"

"An old building, with many people studying inside." Lu Changsheng carefully chose his words. "There was also a dormitory supervisor who said it was something like 'the fourth teaching building'."

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.