"It's scary to be dead in the lab of the school building!" When Qiu Xiaoyu said this, her voice couldn't help but tremble. "How do you die?" I thought to myself, the principal just died of his son, how can he pay attention to me? "His flesh and blood are blurry, and there are blood-colored worms wriggling in his flesh like earthworms." Zhao Yuanyuan said. Corpses from the teaching...

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