Li Ping, Chinese New Year's Eve years old, has a formal teaching certificate, but she is dissatisfied with the low salary at the school and simply joins Bosera Education. It has been five years since I started teaching.

She was quite satisfied with everything so far, until today's incident was posted.

Maybe since I woke up this morning, as soon as I opened my eyes, there was already an omen!

Li Ping felt a little uncomfortable after waking up, but she still went to work on time because of her dedication. But as soon as I entered the office and picked up the lesson plan, I suddenly had a stomachache. happened to be touched by the beautiful director, she held her stomach and screamed pain, and the director immediately sent her to a nearby hospital.

As soon as the doctor examined it, he opened his mouth and said, "You are malnourished, beauty." ”

Sister Yu's director Qian Qian's eyes widened suddenly, glanced at the doctor, then at Li Ping, and said quietly: "There are so many people in the company, I can't find anything more edible than this guy." I only eat for a long time, not to mention the waste of food, I am still malnourished! Doctor, you treat it, and if you can't cure it, you will leave it in your hospital as a specimen! Our family is about to be eaten by her! ”

The doctor burst into laughter, making Li Ping's face red. This director is good at everything, but he loves to talk nonsense.

After being prescribed some painkillers at the hospital and returning to the school cafeteria for a little breakfast, she felt better about her stomach. However, class time arrived early, and Li Ping hurriedly rushed to the classroom with the lesson plan.

More than 30 students in the second class were studying on their own in an orderly manner under the guidance of the substitute teacher, Li Ping walked up to the podium, put down the lesson plan with peace of mind, and then began to write on the whiteboard.

The self-study students are very well-behaved, but they can also understand that the reason why everyone is willing to pay expensive repeat fees in private schools is because they all have the desire to be admitted to the ideal university. Time passed in the state of Li Ping's writing board book, and just as she was about to turn around and start explaining the content of the board book to the students, suddenly, a female classmate in the front row screamed violently.

The screams were followed by a burst of creepy laughter.

"Hehe, hehe, it's going to die, everyone is going to die!" The creepy laughter was mixed with eerie words. Li Ping had goosebumps all over her body from laughter, and just wanted to make a voice to scold the student who made a strange laugh, but when the voice came to her throat, the whole person froze.

I saw that the female classmate who was smiling strangely had already stood up from the desk, laughing and convulsing all over her body. Red blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

No, that's definitely not blood. Li Ping rubbed her eyes and finally saw what was in the female classmate's mouth clearly. It was a myriad of red threads, watercascades gushing out from the depths of the girl's throat.

"What, what's going on?" Li Ping's head cramped and didn't know how to react, strange, what did her students eat in the morning, and how did they spit out the red line? As soon as she thought about it, she finally reacted. How can a normal person spit out so many red threads, and it is not a spider.

The classmates around the girl were obviously frightened, and everyone reflexively avoided in the opposite direction. A student who was better with the girl trembled and wanted to step forward, but he didn't dare, so he could only hesitate and ask, "Wenwen, what's wrong with you." Wenwen, Wenwen! ”

The girl's mouth was filled with more and more red threads, but she could still let out a terrifying laugh from her nose, completely contrary to the anatomy of the human body.

"Hee-hee, hehe. Vomit! At the girl's strange laughter, the red threads on the ground had piled up and swam around the ground like snakes, wrapping around the table and entangled the steel tube chairs. The red line seemed to be able to smell people, and finally lifted countless threads, and rushed in the direction of the people.

Most of the girls were so frightened that they were limp up. And the smiling girl's face has long been distorted, and the original sweet face has disappeared, leaving only the green tendons that continue to spread in the veins. The girl couldn't breathe because the red thread was clogging her throat, her pupils began to dilate, and her bloodshot face was hard to see.

Maybe it's because she is more popular in the class and is also the dream lover of many boys. Seeing that she was out of breath, she was about to lose her breath. One boy couldn't help it, so he took out a pencil sharpener from his pocket, copied it in his hand, and was about to go to the pile of red threads and cut the red thread in the girl's mouth.

As soon as the bold boy's legs touched the red line, it was as if he had stepped into an ant's nest, and all the threads rolled back. The red thread formed a large mass of thick tentacles, which wrapped around his legs with lightning speed. The boy tripped over the ground with a scream, and hit his head heavily on the ground. Red blood flowed from his head and spilled all over the ground. The boy struggled to prop himself up, and with a swing of the pencil sharpener in his hand, the sharp blade quickly cut a large chunk of red threads.

The sturdy red thread twisted even more, and the severed parts fell off one after another, scattering everywhere. The red threads really seemed to be given life, squirming even on the floor, until the energy was exhausted, and then they gradually stopped moving. The remaining red threads connected to the girl grew more and more frantic, and they smelled the stench of blood and kept pounced on the pile of blood.

The boy cut the red threads hard, at first he was pleased that the red threads were just a little disgusting and weird, but they were fragile, but after taking a few steps forward in succession, the situation was a little bad. The red thread that absorbed his blood seemed to target him.

A large number of red lines gushed out, and the boy was drowned by the waves of the red line before he could react. The boy struggled desperately in the red thread pile, but it was completely useless. Countless red threads bound him firmly, and the threads of the red threads stabbed into his brain one after the other along the wound on the back of his head.

The boy screamed in pain, and no one dared to run to save him, only to watch his life pass away, like the red thread that had just been severed, and become lifeless.

His body trapped by the red thread was shriveling at a speed that was visible to the naked eye, and the fragile bones were finally broken into several pieces in the red thread pile.

The whole classroom panicked, this huge house can no longer be described as weird. These red lines are not only terrifying, but also aggressive and capable of killing. Everything drove everyone crazy.

"Run!" When people are in danger, they tend to choose the worst and most irrational direct option. The only thought left in everyone's minds was 'get away'. Chaos began, and the retreating students swarmed towards the door. The students who couldn't squeeze into the door simply smashed the window and jumped out. The most terrifying thing is that many people's minds have been so frightened that they can't tell which side of the window is close to the corridor and which side of the window is like a cliff.

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