Zhuo Xuan's body suddenly trembled and stood up suddenly.

Dazzling white light filled the vision, and the scene in front of him became clear little by little......

The noisy voice of the entire classroom suddenly fell silent, and a pair of eyes projected a mocking gaze, staring at Zhuo Xuan who stood up from his seat, as if he was watching a joke.

"Zhuo Xuan, sleep stupidly! It's 2020 now! ”

Hahahahaha......

An unfunny joke caused everyone to laugh, as if they were accustomed to Zhuo Xuan's bizarre behavior, and decided that everything he did was just to attract attention.

What the hell is going on......

Zhuo Xuan pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes looked around, looking at the young man and girl wearing the school uniform with the words Tinglin No. 2 Middle School, he already had a bad guess in his heart.

While watching the TV series "Evil Spirit 05", the beast appeared.

However, due to the constraints of the rules, the beast could not directly attack the Chosen One, but pulled Zhuo Xuan into the story of the TV series, looking for an opportunity to devour it.

As for the identity of this Tinglin No. 2 Middle School student, it should be arranged by the beast.

In this story, if the beast has the ability to control the plot, then whatever struggle Zhuo Xuan does is just hasten death. Therefore, Zhuo Xuan's thoughts were surging rapidly, and he knew that only by finding a loophole could he find a way to survive.

If this is a horror TV series, you will definitely survive by following the protagonist. After all, all supporting characters have the possibility of death, and only the protagonist will be blessed with an aura.

Such a thought flashed in his heart, and instead of breathing a sigh of relief, Zhuo Xuan felt more and more weird.

The protagonist of this drama is a young man named Liu Yuxiao, but before that, judging from the known plot, Liu Yuxiao behaved strangely and was eccentric everywhere.

"Dingding-ding-"

A hurried bell rang, which instantly shattered Zhuo Xuan's chaotic thoughts, he looked blankly in the direction of the classroom door, and the sound of footsteps came, and a tall thin woman in a black classroom dress walked in.

The woman wears glasses, her cheekbones bulge, and she holds a notebook in her hand.

This is to ...... Class?

The whole classroom suddenly fell silent after the woman walked in, Zhuo Xuan didn't say a word, and after a moment of hesitation, he obediently sat back in his seat.

Atmosphere...... Inexplicably a little cold.

"Today, we don't have classes, let's play a game together," looking at the students sitting upright in the audience, the female teacher had a strange smile on her face, "Drumming and passing flowers, have you ever played it?" ”

"Play—over!"

There was a kind of excitement in the answers in unison, and those originally listless cheeks suddenly became excited.

Play games during class time...... Such a teacher......

Zhuo Xuan lowered his head and frowned, but did not cheer along.

He secretly cursed in his heart, feeling more and more weird. His eyes inadvertently swept over the students around him, and he felt that there was always an inexplicable cold aura around him, making Zhuo Xuan's clothes quite thick, but still unable to resist this cold air.

"Let's find a chance to leave......"

Just as Zhuo Xuan's thoughts just popped up, something happened to him that shocked him extremely much: the location of the classroom door that was originally open turned into a wall at some point!

Zhuo Xuan turned his head sharply!

Sure enough, the back door disappeared as well!

"What's going on, is it possible that after I have an idea, the world of this TV series will restrict me?" The more Zhuo Xuan thought about it, the more frightened he became, and after this way, there was not much left for him to choose actively.

For example, in front of him, he had to participate in the game of drumming and passing flowers.

Perhaps, but try the windows?

Zhuo Xuan's eyes moved slightly, and cold sweat unconsciously oozed from his back.

The six windows on the two walls also disappeared completely in the moment of distraction.

On the snow-white walls like human bones, the bright lights reflect the shadows of these students; Zhuo Xuan looked up, but he didn't find the electric light above his head, and his heart had fallen heavily.

I don't know when, this classroom has been turned into a secret room.

"But teacher, we don't have flowers, how can we play games!" A girl with a little freckles on her face raised her hand and asked, her face excited.

It seems that all are highly motivated.

"In that case, let's replace it with the teacher's head!" The female teacher smiled slightly, and above her neck, a blood line bloomed, and her hands easily took off her head.

Zhuo Xuan's heart was shocked, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he looked at the scene in front of him with great fear.

The uneven fracture dried up with flesh and blood, and the head held in front of his chest with both hands instantly turned gray, a breath of death filled the air, and his lips closed one by one: "In this case, there will be props!" ”

To Zhuo Xuan's surprise, the rest of the students did not have the slightest horror, but cheered even more: "Thank you, teacher, let's start quickly!" ”

Zhuo Xuan's cold sweat trickled down, but he had to be forced to participate in this so-called game of drumming and passing flowers.

Not only the female teachers, but also some seemingly normal students also showed pale faces, or there were bowl-sized blood holes in their chests, or their faces became purple......

Everything in front of him also made Zhuo Xuan realize a fact!

None of these students are really alive!

From the very beginning, I was in danger.

Maybe leaving the classroom at the end of class is the most correct choice, but in this stunned moment, the class starts, and you have to survive these 45 minutes!

A girl with scorched skin and wrinkled bark takes the head of the governess and begins the first round of the game. The governess's body turned to the blackboard and began to tap rhythmically.

"Da! Da! Da-da-da-da! ”

One after another, like the beating of war drums, like a talisman for life, it shook Zhuo Xuan's ears and panicked.

What to do, what to do!

The backpack between the desks is no longer filled with tricks, but a textbook, and the only one who can rely on it is yourself!

Just when Zhuo Xuan's teeth chattered and saw that his head was about to reach him, the rhythmic tapping stopped abruptly, and the female teacher's hand stopped in mid-air.

At the same time, the boy sitting in front of Zhuo Xuan slowly stood up, he hugged his head, and his whole body showed an extremely cold breath, and his skin was covered with layers of ice debris, which already revealed the cause of his death.

"Alright, Zhou Tong," the thin lips on the top of the skull, one by one, and the female teacher's face with a smile, "you come and tell everyone how you died." ”

"Got it, teacher," the boy known as "Zhou Tong" turned sideways, revealing a shy expression, and the ice chips on his face fell like fish scales that had been scraped off, "I still remember, it was a day two years ago......"