It's like a night in the mountains, where you can't see anything in the darkness ahead, and you can't know if you can step on this foot, maybe it's the land under your feet, maybe it's a cliff.

And it's a path in the woods, and not a single stone has been stepped on, it's just as flat as an asphalt road.

Now the road behind me gives people such a feeling, although it is the road that came to take, but people dare not walk again, this situation makes me feel embarrassed, the road in front of me does not know where to lead, and the road behind is so direct and gone.

I had no choice but to go forward, this place is so big, if you keep walking, you will definitely be able to reach the end.

I walked forward for about 8 or 9 minutes, and finally I saw something other than the road, but instead of a wall, it was a classroom.

That's not right! When I came to this school before, I didn't even see this separate building! How can there be an extra building in a short period of time!

People have a strong fear of the unknown, but when they encounter the unknown, although they are afraid, they are still controlled by a strong curiosity.

Because everybody wants to figure out what the unknown is, because only when the unknown becomes the known, can you not be afraid.

I took a closer look at the classroom, it was a bungalow, not connected to any building, it was a separate body, a separate classroom, and the door of the classroom was ajar.

My heart was filled with a strong curiosity, and I thought that this might be a temporary house built by the school, and that the house that appeared so suddenly was certainly not a normal traditional house.

I walked in the direction of the classroom, and I walked to the door and found that it was also dark, which aroused my curiosity even more, and I wanted to push the door open, but the door shook and didn't open, as if someone was deliberately inside against the door to prevent me from entering.

I felt that there must be someone here, could it be someone like me who encountered strange things, because he was afraid and didn't let me in, I made a lot of effort and pushed open the door of the classroom, the classroom was so quiet that people were scared, I didn't see that "person", I panicked, I immediately turned around and wanted to run, but the door suddenly closed! It's dead, and I can't push it away, no matter how much I push it.

The lights in the classroom are yellow, it's the kind of old-fashioned light bulb, the classroom is reflected yellow, and everything in the surrounding classrooms looks so shabby and old.

I guessed that this was not the place I was supposed to be, and, probably, there was no going back, so I banged on the door in a frenzy, but it wouldn't open like someone had locked it. No way! I'm going out!

"Dash...... Da ...... Da ......"

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps behind me, and I looked back in horror at the empty classroom except for the desks and chairs, and the footsteps seemed to be in the corner of the classroom farthest away from me, when I suddenly heard a terrible hoarse voice like chalk ash poured into my throat

"Cao Xue"

Then there was a knock on the table, and footsteps sounded and stopped

"Ishikawa"

The extremely ugly hoarse female voice sounded again, and then there was another knock on the table,

This is...... This is...... Named?! What about students? What about teachers? Where did the sound come from?! Where did it come from?! Hell yes! Absolute hell!

"Zhao Minglei"......

"Yao Yuan"......

"Duan Wentao"......

"Song Yifan"......

"Yang Zixuan"......

"Li Xintong"............

It's such a familiar picture, it seems like I just experienced it not long ago, how could it be?! It's exactly what happened in that ghost classroom where I just came out!

Calm down, after all, this is where I've been once before, as long as I don't speak, nothing should happen!

Soon, the footsteps stopped at the nearest desk, and then, as before, the footsteps walked towards the blackboard, and then a name was written on the blackboard, which should be the girl's name.

"Bai Mu, new classmate." Then he gestured to a seat not far from where I had been sitting.

I calmly walked to the seat, this seat was diagonally in front of the seat before me, I looked back, and saw the familiar middle-style boy, Yang Zixuan.

Just as I looked at him, he looked at me too, and then lowered his head and didn't know what he was doing.

Less than two minutes later, the ghost classmates behind me poked me in the shoulder, and I looked back at their smiling eyes trying to keep their eyeballs from rolling off their sockets, and I didn't know how to react.

But my wounded movements were still fast, and I took the note from his hand, and then quickly turned around and opened the note with some corpse fluid.

"The last person who died in this seat wouldn't dare laugh like you."

In a word, it makes goosebumps stand up all over my body, what does this mean?!

I was the only one who had stumbled into this classroom like me?! There are even people who don't know how to survive in this classroom and lose their lives?!

Just as I was shocked, another note came in.

"Leave class right away, don't talk between classes!"

And between classes?! It's a magical place, it's really like a normal school, except that the students aren't human.

I looked up at the podium and kept 'whirring...... The ......' teacher was lecturing, dressed in a blood-red dress, with a handkerchief on her hand, her shoulders towering in an almost deformed manner, and her shoulders gathered in front as if the two shoulders were holding her head together.

Alas...... It's still a familiar recipe, a familiar taste.

'Ringing Bell ......Ring' rang after class, and the female teacher slowly turned around and walked out of the classroom, no, she said that she was walking, rather dragging her toes, all at once fast, all at once very slow.

When the female teacher walked out, the students who were originally in their seats also stood up in twos and threes, some walked out like female teachers, some stood up to talk to other 'classmates', and some sat motionless in their seats.

The dear 'ghost classmate' behind me dragged me up, I didn't want to have too much contact with them, but I was really afraid that if I didn't do what they thought, what would happen to me, even if it was me, I might not be able to compete with these ghost classmates, let alone this girl who didn't know her identity.

I looked at this ghost classmate vigilantly, only to see him put his hand on his hair, and then pulled it hard, and with a 'hiss', his whole head was torn off by him.

"Let's play head-throwing!"