A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

It turns out my sister had already thought of this.

Knowing she was going to die, she planned ahead, having the bandaged man wait for her, allowing him to merge with the bandaged man, and finally break the butler's curse.

"So what should I do now?" Zhou Lang asked.

"Go to the gate and open it with your blood," the bandaged man said. "Remember, it has to be your own blood, not mine."

Zhou Lang walked to the front door, bit his finger, and dripped blood onto the doorknob.

The door clicked open and slowly opened.

Outside the door was a blinding white light, so bright it made it impossible to open one's eyes.

"Let's go," Zhou Lang said to Zhao Qiang and Han Yingying.

The three walked out the door, and a white light engulfed everything.

When Zhou Lang opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a bed.

The familiar ceiling, the familiar room.

He went home.

Chapter Nine: Ghost Stories of High School

Zhou Lang sat up and glanced at his phone.

Ten days have passed since I entered the game, but only one hour has passed in the real world.

He opened his inventory, and the blue eye was still lying there quietly.

"sister……"

Zhou Lang clenched his fists, his eyes reddening slightly.

He thought he could save his sister, but in the end he only brought back one of her eyes.

My phone suddenly rang; it was a message from Zhao Qiang.

Are you still alive?

Zhou Lang replied: "Alive. And you?"

"I'm alive too, and so is Han Yingying," Zhao Qiang said. "By the way, I'm in charge of my manor now. After the butler was killed, all the room owners disappeared, leaving only some ordinary ghosts."

"So what are you planning to do?"

"I was thinking, could we renovate this manor and turn it into a safe house?" Zhao Qiang said. "That way, if anyone comes in again, at least they won't die."

Zhou Lang thought about it and thought it was a good idea.

"Just say so if you need help."

"it is good."

After hanging up the phone, Zhou Lang lay back on the bed and stared blankly at the ceiling.

The older sister is dead, but the game continues.

He must become stronger to survive in this terrifying era.

Just as I was thinking this, a notification sound suddenly rang in my mind.

"Player's 'Strange Value' has been detected to be too high; forced to proceed to the next round of the game."

"The game will begin in three seconds."

"3..."

"2..."

"1..."

Before Zhou Lang could react, everything went black.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself standing in a classroom.

The classroom was old, with yellowed slogans on the walls and the words "Welcome New Class Teacher" written in large characters on the blackboard.

More than thirty students sat below, all wearing school uniforms, their heads down, their faces obscured.

Zhou Lang frowned. What was going on?

"Welcome to our new homeroom teacher!"

The students suddenly shouted in unison, their voices eerily synchronized.

Then they looked up.

Zhou Lang gasped.

These students had no facial features, only smooth skin, as if it had been erased with an eraser.

Hello everyone.

Zhou Lang forced himself to calm down. Since she was the homeroom teacher, he would act like one.

"I am your new homeroom teacher, my name is..."

"Zhou Lang".

A student suddenly spoke, and although there was no mouth, the voice came out clearly.

"We know you."

"There was a homeroom teacher named Zhou before. She said she had a younger brother who would be coming here soon."

Zhou Lang's heart skipped a beat.

"What's her name?"

"Zhou Wan".

It's my older sister!

Zhou Lang clenched his fists, trying hard to control his emotions.

Where is she now?

"He's dead."

The student spoke calmly, as if stating a fact.

"She failed the test, so the principal ate her."

Zhou Lang's mind went blank.

Wasn't my sister killed in the haunted manor? How did she end up here?

You're lying to me.

"We don't lie," another student said. "Teacher Zhou Wan is indeed dead, but before she died, she left her eyes to you."

She said, "If you come, I'll give this to you."

A student stood up, walked to the podium, and handed Zhou Lang an envelope.

The envelope was addressed to Xiaolang in her sister's handwriting.

Zhou Lang opened the envelope; inside was a piece of paper.

"Xiao Lang, if you see this letter, it means you've also entered the Ghost Story High School."

I'm sorry, I lied to you again.

I didn't die in the haunted manor; I died here.

That letter was written in advance so that you would think I died at the villa and wouldn't come looking for me here.

But I failed, and you still came.

This school is dangerous, a hundred times more dangerous than the mountain villa.

The students here are all ghosts. They will test every homeroom teacher. If they fail the test, they will be eaten by the principal.

I couldn't pass, so I died.

But you're different; you have that skill—you can scare them.

Remember, what these student ghosts fear most is not violence, but people who are even crazier than themselves.

Be yourself, don't be afraid.

Also, if you see the principal, kill him for me.

—Your sister

After reading the letter, Zhou Lang folded the paper and put it in his pocket.

He raised his head and looked at the faceless students.

"You're saying my sister didn't pass the test?"

"right."

"What kind of assessment is it?"

"It's simple," one student said. "It's about scaring us."

Zhou Lang smiled.

"That's perfect, scaring ghosts is my specialty."

He took out a chainsaw from his inventory and turned it on.

A buzzing sound filled the classroom, and the students all took a step back.

"In our first lesson, we'll learn what fear is."

Zhou Lang carried the chainsaw off the podium, and the students shrank back in fright.

"Don't be afraid, I won't hurt you." He smiled kindly. "I just want you to know that your new homeroom teacher is a little abnormal."

After saying that, he raised the chainsaw and chopped it down on the podium.

Wood chips flew everywhere, and the podium was split in two.

The classroom was deathly silent.

"Skill triggered. Student A's Fright value is 35, and they gain 20 points of Eerie."

"Skill triggered, Student B's Fright value is 42, gain 25 points of Eerie."

"Skill triggered, Student C..."

A series of notification sounds rang in his mind, and Zhou Lang's smile became even brighter.

"Looks like you're all scared." He carried the chainsaw and slowly walked towards the students. "Then let's continue."

A student suddenly stood up and rushed out of the classroom.

"The teacher has gone mad! Go tell the principal!"

The other students also ran out, and in the blink of an eye, only Zhou Lang was left in the classroom.

Zhou Lang turned off the chainsaw and sat on the shattered platform.

"Bandage, do you think I did the right thing?"

"That's quite right," the bandaged man said. "At least she's smarter than your sister. She was too gentle back then; these ghosts weren't afraid of her at all."

"So what's next?"

"Next?" The bandaged man smiled. "Next, the principal will come looking for you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom door was pushed open.

A man in a suit walked in; his head was a huge eyeball covered in blood vessels.

"The new homeroom teacher?"

Principal Eyeball stared at Zhou Lang, his voice low.

"I heard you scared the students?"