Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

After returning to the classroom.

Su Ming lay flat on the ground, limbs outstretched, staring blankly at the ceiling. Although each death would increase his mental resilience by 1 point.

But the consumption is real.

Exhaustion was written all over his mind.

The Heng'an Middle School instance is very special.

Whether it's a ghost or a trap, touching it means certain death.

Most importantly, it's absolutely in the dark.

Every step could be the end; it's impossible to guard against anything.

When I close my eyes, all I can see in my mind is the image of being killed by a ghost.

Just then, a shadow gently enveloped him.

Open your eyes.

She's a ghost school beauty.

She was standing beside him at some point, leaning slightly forward and looking down at him.

When Su Ming broke into Dang Heng'an Middle School, the school beauty was taking a shower.

Unfortunately, his black hair completely enveloped him, leaving no room for anything else.

She had just finished showering, her wet black hair cascading down like a waterfall, water droplets still dripping from the ends, landing on Su Ming's face, cool yet carrying a faint fragrance.

Su Ming sniffed.

It smells like the shower gel I bought myself.

The school beauty, now clean and fresh, looks even better than before.

Her skin was as white and tender as the finest porcelain, but beneath it were dark blue veins, making her look like a fragile object riddled with cracks.

Those pure black eyes did not spill blood; they simply reflected Su Ming's image quietly.

She was smiling.

The smile was gentle, like a breeze, and there was even a hint of closeness in her eyes that was easily overlooked.

Su Ming just stared at the ghost school beauty.

Why is a ghost so beautiful?

It is breathtakingly beautiful, terrifyingly beautiful, and awe-inspiringly beautiful.

Think about the ghosts who jumped off buildings.

We're all ghosts, so why is there such a big difference?

Just then, the school beauty squatted down.

She reached out her cool fingers and gently brushed aside the stray hairs on Su Ming's forehead that were damp with sweat.

What's in those eyes?

Investigate?

curious?

And there was also a barely perceptible... awe?

Su Ming didn't quite understand.

But at that moment, most of his fatigue vanished instantly.

With a flourish, he stood up, stylishly brushed a stray hair from his forehead, turned around, and waved to the school beauty: "Wait for me, I'll be right back."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pushed open the classroom door with a snap.

Then he walked out without hesitation.

Space is distorted and then reassembled.

Soon, the corridor of Heng'an Middle School reappeared in Su Ming's sight.

Dim and cold.

The air was still filled with the smells of mildew and blood.

Su Ming had been to this corridor dozens of times.

Every corner is stained with his own blood.

Every trap contains its own corpse.

But so what?

Rush.

A three-step dash, a sliding tackle, and he precisely dodged the dark shadow falling from the ceiling.

The dark figure swept past his back with a stench, crashing into the opposite wall with a dull thud.

He slid and rolled, dodging the sudden collapse of the ground once again.

Stand up, keeping your back pressed against the wall to avoid getting stained with the sticky blood droplets that occasionally drip from the ceiling.

After walking seven or eight steps close to the wall, Su Ming suddenly dropped to the ground and began to crawl forward.

Suddenly, pale, swollen ghost hands appeared on the wall in front of them.

These ghostly hands silently emerged from the wall, their five fingers spread wide, grabbing at something haphazardly.

Crouching down, Su Ming crawled through the narrow space beneath the ghost hand and squatted at the door of another classroom.

The classroom was filled with blurry, dark figures, densely packed together, and completely silent.

On the platform, a hunched teacher stood with his back to the door, scraping the blackboard with his long fingernails, making a grating squeaking sound.

Suddenly, it stopped moving.

His neck twisted 180 degrees like a snake without joints, and his pale face faced the doorway.

With its neck stretched out, a terrifying head slammed open the door and peered into the corridor.

Su Ming's position was blocked by the door that was suddenly kicked open.

He held his breath and squatted motionless behind the door.

The head hovered in mid-air, its eye sockets being two pitch-black holes.

It first slowly turned to the left, then slowly scanned to the right, its neck stretching and twisting like a rubber band.

After a while, it seemed to have gained nothing, and slowly withdrew.

The classroom door slammed shut, and the sound of chalk scraping against the blackboard rang out again.

All of this was discovered by Su Ming through risking his life step by step.

In this instance, one mistake will result in death.

Only with zero errors can you pass the level.

Keep going.

He stopped again at the back door of the next classroom.

Three seconds later, with a loud bang, a table flew out and crashed into the corridor, scattering splinters of wood everywhere.

Then came the sounds of frantic screams, fighting, and crashes from the classroom.

As you can see, the ghost students in the classroom are fighting, and the fight is incredibly intense.

This road is very dangerous.

Every now and then, objects like tables, chairs, books, and knives would fly out.

If the attack hits Su Ming, Su Ming will die.

Just as he was about to pass through the chaotic classroom, Su Ming suddenly stopped again and even took two quick steps back.

A few seconds later, the two wrestling ghosts crashed through the wall, fell into the corridor, and quickly fell through a gap in the corridor railing.

Immediately afterwards, a large wave of ghosts rushed out, all crowding around the gap in the corridor and peering out.

Su Ming held his breath.

This is a section of road with an extremely high risk factor.

Instead of taking advantage of the ghost student's prying eyes, he slipped through the gap he had just smashed and hid under the desk.

Sure enough, heavy footsteps soon echoed down the corridor.

A massive figure, as large as a mountain of flesh, appeared in the corridor.

It was wearing a tight, stained suit, and its head was almost touching the ceiling.

His face was fleshy and his small eyes gleamed with a violent red light.

As soon as he appeared, he roared, "All of you, go back to where you came from!"

A deafening roar echoed down the corridor.

The ghost student immediately screamed in fright.

Some hurriedly scrambled back into the classroom, while others screamed and fled towards the other end of the corridor.

According to Su Ming's judgment, it should be the dean of studies at Heng'an Middle School.

At this moment, the "dean of students" became even angrier and chased after him with heavy steps.

Once the "Dean of Students'" footsteps faded away, Su Ming returned to the corridor through the gap, then sped off at full speed.

He dodged to the side, avoiding a ghost that suddenly passed through the wall.

Slide to avoid the gallows that suddenly fall from the ceiling.

Blood gushed out after the ground suddenly split open as he jumped over it.

When he was still more than ten meters away from the stairwell, he picked up a broken brick from the corridor and smashed it hard against the glass of a classroom next to the stairwell.

Clang! Crash!

The glass shattered with a loud bang.

The ghost teacher's head shot out like a spring from the last classroom.

Su Ming pushed his speed to the limit and rushed past it from under its outstretched neck.

The classroom door is open.

Su Ming wouldn't be able to pass if he didn't attract the attention of the ghost teacher in the classroom.

But it has to be fast.

Now is a time when every second counts.

Just as the ghost teacher began looking around, Su Ming successfully reached the stairwell.

The stairwell was even darker than the corridor, and the steps were covered with slippery moss and suspicious dark red stains.

Su Ming only managed to reach this point three times, indicating a lack of experience.

I had barely gone down half a floor when I suddenly heard dragging footsteps coming from around the corner.

It was a ghost student wearing a tattered school uniform, with its head down and its body twisted unnaturally, swaying as it went upstairs.

The moment Su Ming saw it, it raised its head.

It was a face that was mostly rotten and crawling with maggots.

It let out a hoarse howl and pounced on Su Ming!

too fast!

Su Ming only had time to lean back before the rotting hand reached for his face.

Suddenly everything went black.

The cold, familiar darkness swallowed everything.

【game over】

Consciousness returns.

Su Ming returned to the classroom where the school beauty was.

He couldn't get past the stairs.

With a ghostly teacher watching from behind and a ghostly student climbing upstairs from the front, he was caught in a pincer movement with no way to retreat.

He glanced at the school beauty and sprang to his feet with a somersault.

He patted his clothes and waved his finger at the school beauty: "Wait, I'll be right back."

The school beauty took a step back.

That's the look in his eyes.

This was the look Su Ming gave her after she pushed him to the edge.

Exhaustion mixed with madness, and obsession churning beneath the violence.

Upon closer inspection, it seemed as if tiny cracks were spreading deep within Su Ming's pupils, like a shattered glass bead.

His eyes were covered with spiderweb-like blood vessels, so red they were terrifying.

After saying those words, he opened the classroom door again and rushed out.

He doesn't believe it anymore.

You can resurrect yourself indefinitely.

How could a mere Heng'an Middle School stop him from wanting to sleep with someone?