Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

Su Ming, who was secretly revered as a god by the administrators.

He was standing blankly in the corridor of Heng'an at that moment.

He looked up at the ceiling, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

There should have been a dark figure lying in that spot.

As you walk past, the shadowy figure will suddenly pounce down.

But now, all that's left on the ceiling is a large patch of black, sticky stuff.

These viscous substances stretched into countless thin, sticky threads, slowly dripping onto the ground and emitting a pungent stench.

He took out a flashlight and carefully shone it on the ceiling, then on the floor.

This viscous substance did not react to light and flowed silently like solidified asphalt.

Occasionally, a bubble would rise on the surface, then burst with a "pop," releasing an even stronger stench.

He scratched his head.

I vaguely remember being very angry at the time and confronting the shadowy figure.

What happened after that is a blur in my memory.

All I remember is that when I woke up, my body felt completely drained.

After walking for a while, Su Ming stopped again.

Previously, many pale ghostly hands would extend from this wall.

Once grabbed by the ghostly hand, you will be dragged into the wall and instantly lose consciousness.

But now, this wall seems to have undergone a famine-level erosion.

The wall surface was covered with countless holes of varying depths, as if it had been dug open by a pack of frenzied wild beasts with their sharp teeth and claws.

Upon closer inspection, it was discovered that the edges of several larger holes were clearly marked with rings of teeth marks.

"Did I do it?"

Su Ming scratched his head, he didn't remember.

He even inexplicably leaned closer and opened his mouth to compare the teeth marks at the hole.

Nima.

Exact match.

This really is his masterpiece.

are you crazy?

It even bites the walls.

Su Ming subconsciously touched his teeth, feeling a dull ache in them.

Keep going.

The first classroom was originally filled with ghost students, and a hunched ghost teacher was giving a lecture.

Su Ming still has a deep impression of this devilish teacher.

Because its neck can stretch out like a snake, it is very scary.

But now, this classroom is as silent as a tomb.

As soon as he pushed open the door, a strong, putrid stench hit him, almost suffocating Su Ming.

Only after the stench had dissipated slightly did he lean out to look again.

The sight before him instantly froze him in place.

In the center of the classroom, there was a huge ball of flesh made up of countless twisted and intertwined limbs.

It was a sphere made up of the bodies of countless ghost students.

It can be clearly seen that the limbs of those ghost students are bent inward at angles that defy the normality of joints; some arms protrude from under the ribs, and some leg bones pierce through the rotten school uniform fabric.

Their mutilated bodies were brutally squeezed and nested, their flesh and blood stuck together, making them indistinguishable from one another.

An extremely long neck, like a filthy rope, tightly bound this terrifying ball.

At the end of the long neck was the head of that ghost teacher.

The head hung at the very top of the sphere, its eyes wide open, staring blankly at the ceiling, its former ferocity long gone.

"Did I do this too?"

Su Ming touched the tip of his nose, looking completely bewildered.

He doesn't know.

Since I don't have much of an impression of it.

Then it has nothing to do with me.

So he quietly closed the door and pretended not to see anything.

After walking seven or eight steps forward, Su Ming rubbed his temples.

We can't pretend we didn't see it now.

Because a large mass of flesh and blood blocked the way.

This mass of flesh and blood resembled a sudden mudslide, with tissues of various colors mixed together.

Some of it flowed out through the gap in the corridor, while some piled up in the corridor, forming a terrifying mountain of flesh.

Su Ming could vaguely see fragments of a suit mixed in with the folds of the fleshy mountain.

If I'm not mistaken, the owner of this mountain of flesh is most likely the dean of students at Heng'an Middle School.

"Am I really that strong?"

Su Ming was shocked.

This has gone beyond the scope of combat; it's more like a cathartic act of destruction.

Holding his nose, he squeezed through the slippery gaps of the mountain of flesh, and the sight before him left Su Ming speechless.

The ghost students in this classroom were fighting each other when two of them crashed through the wall and fell down the corridor through a gap.

A group of mischievous students, eager for a good show, rushed out, which attracted the attention of the head of student affairs.

But now.

The head of the teaching department died behind them.

A group of ghost students died in front of him in all sorts of bizarre ways.

They were embedded in every surface of the corridor.

Some of the ghosts' heads were hammered into the ceiling like nails, and their half-swaying bodies gently swayed in the wind.

Some ghosts have their upper bodies embedded in the wall, while their lower bodies hang limply, with rotting flesh sticking to the wall.

Some of the ghosts were stuck in broken window glass in a starfish shape, their flesh and blood mangled.

Some of the grotesque faces were pressed hard into the cracks between the floor tiles, with only half of their twisted necks showing.

Half of the ghost's body was stuffed into the drawer of the iron desk, the edges of which were severely deformed and uneven.

At first glance, ghosts were everywhere, whether they could be inserted or not.

This is no longer a death scene, but a crazy and terrifying art exhibition.

Su Ming rubbed his forehead.

I don't remember, I have no recollection of it.

It was like I drank fake alcohol; I completely blacked out.

We have no idea what happened here.

So he quickened his pace.

The third classroom, which is the last classroom near the stairwell.

Upon seeing the scenery, Su Ming fell into a long silence.

The further they went, the worse the situation became.

The ghosts in the first two classrooms were at least recognizable as human figures.

But starting from the third classroom, the classroom and corridor were covered in scraps of flesh.

The screen was filled with bits of meat, bone fragments, and internal organs that were indistinguishable from their original form.

It's like being processed by a blender and then evenly spread on the classroom and the connecting corridor.

The walls, the floor, the ceiling—everything in sight was covered with a thick layer of putty made from blood and flesh.

The putty was mottled in color, a mix of dark red, pink, and yellowish-white, with bubbles and dried wrinkles on the surface, as if the entire space had just been renovated by flesh and blood.

Su Ming looked for a long time but couldn't find a single relatively intact corpse.

Stepping on it, the flesh and blood stretched into strings, sticky and nauseating, making one feel uncomfortable.

We arrived at the stairwell.

Su Ming was completely numb.

Because the stairwell is gone.

The concrete floor slab broke into oddly shaped pieces.

The steel bars looked like twisted ropes that had been broken by tremendous force.

The original stepped structure has been completely destroyed, leaving only a dusty ruin.

It was like being violently demolished by hundreds of excavators and pile drivers.

There was dead silence all around.

A cold wind blew, and Su Ming felt a chill run down his spine.

Where is he?

Who is he?

What did he do?

"Depend on."

Su Ming really couldn't remember.

Scratching his head, he slowly descended to the bottom of the ruins, removing the heavy and rough fragments with his bare hands.

After moving around for quite a while, Su Ming discovered the first surviving ghost.

It was reduced to half a body, with its intestines trailing behind it.

Before Su Ming could even ask a question, extreme terror suddenly erupted in the surviving ghost's eyes, and it let out a heart-wrenching scream!

It frantically clawed at the ground with its remaining arm, dragging its mangled body at an astonishing speed toward a deeper corner.

He was shouting, "A ghost!"

This caused Su Ming's outstretched hand to freeze in mid-air, and it took him a long time to slowly lower it.

Continue moving.

The survivors that were discovered one after another were very similar to the first survivor.

Whenever it sees Su Ming, it lets out a shrill scream, shouts "Ghost!", and then frantically tries to get away from Su Ming, wishing it could bury itself back into the ruins.

Su Ming was convinced.

You are ghosts.

Can you be a little more professional?

Can't we leave the profession of ghost some basic dignity and room for imagination?