In the bright classroom, the whole class sat upright in their seats, like neatly stacked tofu cubes. The chemistry teacher in the class, who had just graduated and led the class, was holding the test paper and explaining the exercises a little nervously. The scorching sun outside the window shone on the plane trees, shaking a large golden light.

Suddenly!

The chemistry teacher's voice stopped abruptly, and the whole person convulsed. The skin of his whole body was like the earth that had been scorched by the scorching sun, and large chunks of skin peeled off like dust, and crimson blood gushed out!

"Teacher!"

I got up from my seat with a thud, but before I could step out, I stopped in mid-air.

The whole class turned to look at me, as if they didn't understand why I was suddenly screaming in the quiet of class. But I saw it! The skin on the faces of all the students was peeling down piece by piece, and blood covered the entire classroom like a stream.

"Xiao Luo, let's go!"

Zhou Yang's voice woke me up, and I quickly grabbed his hand and ran out of the classroom. More and more bloody people are coming out of the classroom, stretching out their hands and pounced on us!

"Go this way!"

Zhou Yang kicked over a bloody man and pulled me up the stairs around the corner. After a frenzy of running, he finally rushed to the roof of the building, and locked all the bloody pursuers behind the wooden door.

"Finally...... It's time to take a breath......"

Zhou Yang sat on the concrete floor panting, panting with his head down, while reaching out to knead the sore calf muscles.

Listening to the slamming sound on the wooden door, I seemed to see the bloodied classmates behind me through the sturdy wooden door: "Why did this suddenly happen? Why did they become like this?"

"Don't you know?"

Zhou Yang raised his head in surprise, and two streams of blood slowly flowed out of his dark eyes.

"We're going to be like this, aren't we all because of you?"

The wooden door was completely destroyed by the strong impact, and countless pairs of blood-stained hands reached out to me, tearing at my clothes with great force and strangling my throat fiercely.

I shuddered violently, only to realize that my hands were holding Zhou Yang's neck, and the classmates in the class were surrounding me trying to pull my hands away.

I suddenly came to my senses and quickly let go. The air around me suddenly became quiet, and my classmates around me looked at me strangely. Zhou Yang knelt on the ground in pain, coughing heavily, and stretched out his hand to me......

A bloodied hand......

I screamed all at once, and then I realized that I was actually lying on the bed in the bedroom, and everything I had just done was just a dream.

Is it really a dream?

I'm not convinced.

After returning from Oksan, it became more and more clear to me that I seemed to be under some kind of bad influence. More and more strange things are happening to me.

The first is auditory hallucinations.

There always seemed to be someone chattering in my ear, laughing and making trouble. Most of the time, I can think of them as mosquitoes near my ears and selectively block them out. Later, the voice seemed to be aware of my blocking, so it adjusted its strategy. It would whisper something at the same lethargic frequency for a long time, and then at some point it would suddenly make a vicious sound that startled me into jumping straight out of my chair.

It would have been fine if it had been that way, but then things seemed to be getting out of control. I often don't hear people shouting at me, and I myself greet people inexplicably. Another time, Zhou Yang grabbed me with a serious face and cautiously asked me if someone had made me angry recently.

"No, I don't. "I've gone through all the big and small things recently, and I still can't think of anyone who made me angry, and I can't figure out why Zhou Yang asked me such a question.

Under my repeated questioning, Zhou Yang said hesitantly that one day after school, he saw me walking into a small alley with a large group of thugs. He was worried about me, so he followed. It turned out that all the thugs were beaten to the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, and fell unconscious. The strangest thing is that that small alley is obviously a dead alley, with only one exit, but when Zhou Yang walked in, I was gone.

"Maybe you're mistaken?" I teased.

Zhou Yang swore to the sky that he might have mistaken his future wife, and he would never mistake his bamboo horse for many years.

I burst out laughing, but I still didn't believe it. After all, I don't have any impression of gangsters, alleys, or anything.

Then, the hallucinations haunted me.

Sometimes, when I was doing my homework at home, I looked up to find that the head teacher was angrily hitting me on the head with chalk. Sometimes, when I was quietly taking a quiz at school, I found myself lying on the bed in my bedroom.

Another time, I was making scrambled eggs with tomatoes in the kitchen, and Zhang Yunxiu suddenly hit me hard. I realized that I was holding a fruit knife in my hand, and the blood on my left wrist was dripping onto the plate.

"Bed bugs, I think you need to take a break. Zhang Yunxiu took my fruit knife with a serious face. From that day on, I was forbidden to touch any weapons of destruction, and even my combat training was stopped.

"No, I want to train, I want to get stronger, I can't stop here!"

Although I resisted countless times, no one in the family - the Zhang sisters, the Great Demon King, and Liuchen - was willing to help me, so I had to secretly train every night until I was sweating profusely and exhausted.

Every day, I dragged my tired body back to bed, and I was unexpectedly able to sleep well.

As a result, not long after I slept for a long time, a huge feeling of suffocation invaded my whole body, and when I finally woke up from the nightmare, I was greeted by the gloomy face of the Great Demon King.

My God, there's nothing worse than having a nightmare than when the Great Demon King is angry!

Zhou Gong, Zhou Gong, you better hurry up and call me back!

With a gloomy face, the Great Demon King took my hands off my own neck and wiped the wounds on my wrists with an alcohol cotton.

"What's wrong with me?" Why are you hurt again?, I looked at the Great Demon King with some blankness.

"You're having nightmares. While yelling, he used his teeth to ask for his own artery, and after biting it, he pinched his neck. The Great Demon King finally wiped the wound clean, but the wound on his wrist kept bleeding out, and he couldn't stop it at all.

The Great Demon King paused, and put my wrist in his mouth. A warm object gently licked over my wound, and the familiar sensation rushed up my back once more. I was taken aback and quickly withdrew my wrist.

The wound has healed.

"How can this be......" I muttered to myself, not knowing if I was speaking to myself or to others.

"Don't overthink it. "A warm touch came from the top of my head. The Great Demon King seemed to sigh: "It's okay, you'll be fine." ”

Although the Great Demon King swore to me, I understood that something was no longer the same. [.]