I walked around the school, and instead of going into the house, I checked the trees first.

After I checked it out, I realized that this was not a formation, but it was just somewhat similar to a maze.

It is possible that the people who planted the trees did not learn their home, and the results of planting were plausible.

It's also possible that it's just a coincidence.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to call Xia Tian and Wang Leijun outside in.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of a lecture coming from inside a classroom.

My heart moved: Are you really lecturing? It seems that this Wu Qing's spirit is indeed abnormal.

I followed the sound and walked over to the outside of a classroom.

The window panes of the classroom are plastered with diluted lime, presumably to prevent the students by the window from getting distracted in class, so the view from outside is blocked.

But then I can't see the classroom through the windowpane.

I noticed that the glass on the back door was normal, though.

I leaned over and pressed my face against the glass to look inside.

Just one glance, a chill welled up in my heart.

There were people in the classroom, not one person, but twenty or thirty people.

Twenty or thirty elementary school students, sitting on their stools, were writing their homework with their heads down.

I looked at the rows of heads and my heart was pounding.

How can there be students here?

Isn't the school dissolved?

No, no, they can't be real students. It was so dark inside the room, and there was no light on, just a little light leaking in by the moonlight outside.

If they were alive, how could they see the books on the table with such a little light?

I gently pushed the back door, pushing it open a crack.

It's strange that I didn't feel any ghosts.

Are they really living people?

I involuntarily walked in.

At this time, the sound of the lecture appeared again, from the podium.

I looked up and there was a teacher on the podium, writing with his back to me, leaving only the back of my head.

Could it be that she is Wu Qing?

I patted a child next to me and whispered, "Is your teacher's name Wu Qing?" ”

The kid didn't pay any attention to me.

I was a little puzzled, and then I realized that there was nothing on their desks, they were just posing for homework.

They had no pens in their hands and no books on their desks. I've been mechanically making a look of homework.

They don't look like living people, they look like marionettes.

I gasped, could it be that these kids were being sane? Otherwise, why do you come here in the middle of the night to attend classes?

The easiest way to determine if a person is mentally controlled is to look at the eyes.

If the eyes are bright, they are clear.

I bent down, lowered my head, and looked the child in the eyes from the bottom up.

This look suddenly made my scalp tingle.

Little kid, no face at all. The front of him is still the back of his head full of hair.

I shuddered, and was anxious to stand up straight, when my head hit the table, and there was a muffled thud that made me grin in pain.

I took a step back with my head covered, leaning against the wall.

Then I looked up, and I saw that all the children were looking at me.

All of them had no faces, but I could feel that their attention was on me.

What the hell is going on? What's in this room?

It was impossible for them to be alive, but they didn't have any ghosts in them.

There's something wrong with this place, I'll go out first.

I turned around to leave, only to find that the door was gone.

Not only are the doors gone, but so are the windows.

I found that the rectangular classroom seemed to have turned into a large coffin without doors and windows.

A child stumbled up to me. I subconsciously took a step back.

A faint laugh came out of the child's mouth: "Uncle, do you know who I am?" ”

I didn't answer.

The child said, "My name is Wang Chunhua." ”

Then, she turned around and ran to the middle of her classmates.

Immediately afterwards, the group of children asked me in unison: "Uncle, do you know who we are Wang Chunhua?" ”

I was so irritable that I was so bent on how to get out of here that I didn't have the heart to answer these questions.

What's more, they all have no faces, only the back of their heads, who can tell the difference?

I looked at the room, my mind racing: what the hell is going on in this place? There is no aura of evil spirit, no trace of formation. How did it trap me?

It can't be that this room has no doors or windows, and I came in through the walls, right?

I reached out and groped back and forth for the walls around me, but found nothing.

Even the location of the classroom door that I remember as I remember is anything out of the ordinary. It's as if there was a wall.

At this time, a child came over.

He reached out and grabbed the corner of my coat and asked me, "Uncle, do you know who I am?" ”

I shook my head.

The boy said, "Don't you know who I am?" Who are you helping? ”

The other children gathered around me and asked, "Who are we?" We've lost our names, we've lost our appearance, and we don't know who we are. ”

The children dragged me with their hands and feet, as if they wanted to dismember me.

I let out a cry of cold hair standing on end, trying to break free from them.

However, I couldn't get rid of them.

I chuckled in my heart and felt a little afraid.

I took out a thunder charm and put it on one of the children, but the child was unconscious, still holding my legs, shaking back and forth.

I was stumbling by the kids shaking me for a while.

I know that you must not fall, once you do. These things will attack my head, and I'll never get up again.

It's just that...... Why aren't they even afraid of thunder charms? How is this possible?

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my heart.

In fact, my heart has been aching since I entered the school, but now it hurts even more.

I could clearly feel that the false arrow trapped in my heart was about to break through the blockade and continue to eat away at my body.

I'm now taking care of one thing and losing the other, and I'm in a bit of a dilemma at home and abroad.

At this time, my vision blurred.

Faintly, I heard a strange laugh ringing in my ears.

I tried to turn my head to look to the side, but I couldn't see anything, but the laughter was getting closer and closer to me, as if an invisible person was putting his mouth to my ear and sneering.

"Me, are you hallucinating?"

I had just thought of this when my body shook violently.

I thought of a possibility that might explain the strange thing in front of me.