Dark, cold......

Scattered all around, there were tables and chairs covered in dust and cobwebs, and if you looked closely, there were some black blood stains on them.

Black holes of various sizes were exposed on the wooden floor, and the smell of decay filled the classroom.

Suddenly, a figure appeared in the dilapidated classroom, which had been abandoned for an unknown number of years.

The appearance of this figure is very strange, and there was nothing there in the last second. In the next second, he suddenly appeared here like a ghost, and with the extremely strange atmosphere here, people who saw him might think they had seen a ghost.

In fact, when this person came here, he was indeed cursing this hellish world.

"Grandma, I actually came to this ghost place, and the Tower of Babel is really good at playing. Ay...... Tower of Babel, where is the hint? ”

The man looked around for a while, and then he noticed that on his right hand, on the dusty blackboard, white chalk words suddenly appeared, and the handwriting was so clear that he could see it clearly even in such a dark situation:

"Beyonder 01, welcome back to the Tower of Babel."

"This is the destination of the hired assignment you accepted this time - the Nightmare World Number 023: The World of the Corpse Party."

"Warning: The world has undergone unpredictable mutations, and after 72 hours in this world, you may never be able to leave this world."

"Warning: There have been ten reincarnation annihilations in this world, with a total of 367 reincarnation deaths."

"Warning: 85% of this world is out of the control of the Tower of Babel, and most of the time, you will not be able to receive the Tower of Babel's assistance."

"Warning: The original plot of this world has undergone unforeseen changes, and all relevant materials in this world are no longer reliable."

"Warning: Please try to complete the main quest within forty-eight hours. Please be responsible for all possible changes beyond the time. ”

The four words that were responsible for themselves were deliberately circled and displayed in bright red font, and it was clear that after forty-eight hours, there were likely to be some very undesirable changes.

"Main Quest: Ending the Shadows of Tenjin Elementary."

"Brief Description: A cursed land in another dimension, a Tenjin Elementary School full of howls and despair of wraiths. Due to the large number of powerful outsiders, the battle carried out here has touched the powerful resentful spirits that inhabit the Tenjin Elementary School. Under her domination, all the living are dying. The soul of the strong has greatly intensified the power of the Tenjin Elementary School, and now, it has begun to erode towards the real world! ”

"Mission Objective: Destroy the Tenjin Elementary School in the Resentment Space."

"Mission Hint: When you destroy Tenjin Elementary, you are likely to be attacked by a powerful attack."

"Mission Tip: Watch Behind You!"

Just when this person saw the last task prompt, suddenly, a burst of violent white light erupted from his hand!

In the white light, you can see the appearance of this person, he is a standard Asian youth, with black hair and black eyes, a slender figure, wearing a set of black practice clothes, although his appearance is not outstanding, but at a glance, he knows that this person is very difficult to mess with.

And at the same time as the white light shone, this person turned around and threw a punch! In the process of swinging the fist, a white flame suddenly ignited on his right hand, and the flame appeared extremely holy, not making people feel hot at all, but feeling very warm and reassuring.

His punch was not untargeted. Behind him, a black shadow silently spread its arms, as if about to pounce on him.

Under the illumination of the white light, the black shadow also revealed the true face of Lushan - what a terrifying person that was! All the skin on his body was gone, and his bare eyeballs and pink muscles were all bloody. The most terrifying thing is that there are countless maggots wriggling in the muscles of his body, gnawing on the rotten flesh.

This is not human at all! It's the wraiths of the dead in this cursed land!

In the face of the terrifying wraith, the young man's face did not show the slightest fear, and his flaming fist of white flame slammed into the wraith's chest, and suddenly, the wraith let out a miserable scream.

"Hmph, the reincarnator who died here? It's a pity, don't say you're dead, even if you're alive, you're definitely not Han's opponent! ”

The young man withdrew his fist, the white flame had completely ignited the resentful spirit, and then, the young man grabbed the void in his left hand, and suddenly, a brass street lamp appeared in his hand, and a red flame ignited in the frame of the street lamp. Immediately after, the young man waved the street lamp and slammed it on the head of the wraith! The spirit is gone!

The two blows eliminated this seemingly good wraith, and the young man did not show a relaxed expression because of this, on the contrary, his expression became more serious.

"Hee-hee-hee-hee-hee-hee............"

A little girl's laughter came, and this laughter appeared extremely strangely, and there was no trace of joy in the voice, but it revealed endless coldness and resentment.

The young man put up the street lamp, and under the light of the street lamp, the young man turned and continued to look at the blackboard.

On the blackboard, the hints given by the Tower of Babel were erased word by word, and then, a line of words composed of blood appeared on the blackboard:

"How long can you live?"

A sneer tugged at the corner of the young man's mouth: "It's really worthy of a nightmare world with a record of ten group annihilations, is the resentful spirit here powerful enough to erase the Tower of Babel's control over this world." However, it would be a shame to think that this would take my life. ”

As if he had heard the young man's answer, a new blood word appeared on the blackboard:

"I'm waiting for you in hell."

"Hee-hee............-hee

It was only after the blood on the blackboard had dried up that the young man confirmed that there would be no new handwriting, and then, waving the street lamp in his hand, slammed a stick on the blackboard!

I don't know how long the blackboard had been in this abandoned space, and it could withstand such a blow, and it was suddenly shattered by a stick.

And this young man, after completing this act of venting his anger, turned around and left the classroom.

At the same time, in a place that is the same as this classroom, but in a different time and space, similar things are happening in three whole places.

A middle-aged monk dressed in a gray monk's robe, with a slightly fat figure and a peaceful aura all over his body, folded his hands and chanted sutras to a young girl without a chin.

In the sound of his chanting, swastika characters enveloped the chinless girl's body, and after a puff of white smoke, the chinless girl disappeared without a trace.

Then, the middle-aged monk sighed, folded his hands again, and said, "Amitabha~"

A strong white man covered in countless garbage, his body, or mop, or broom, or iron nails, or screws, all kinds of everyday tools you can imagine is inserted in his body, and from a distance, he looks like a humanoid creature made of countless garbage.

Such a person naturally can't still be alive, he is also a resentful spirit, and he was once a reincarnation from the Tower of Babel.

However, the wraith appeared in the classroom, but no one was found. The whole classroom was empty, and even the wraith was at a loss, what should he do here? There's nothing here, huh?

The resentful spirit, tormented by endless pain, is still tormented by pain even at this time, however, because there is no object for him to vent, he can only silently endure the pain that accompanies his soul.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a breeze blowing, but it was so insignificant that it might only be enough to lift a piece of toilet paper. That is, in this airtight classroom, if you are outside, you may not feel this breeze.

However, this resentful spirit suddenly seemed to have been shot by something, and there was suddenly a bloody hole in the center of its head.

Immediately after, a beautiful silver arrow appeared in his head, and it was clear that he had been shot by this arrow. Then, the arrow exploded, and countless silver runes poured out, turning into even smaller silver arrows, instantly shooting the resentful spirit into a thousand holes.

A light white smoke came out of the wound of the wraith, and then the whole wraith gradually disappeared......

And this classroom is still empty......