Under the dark night, Feng Xue stood outside the teaching building, her expression slightly subtle.

From the side of the dormitory building, which was no more than 300 meters away, this teaching building was no different except for the ghostly green fire, but when he walked through the uninhabited playground and came to the bottom of this teaching building, the scene reflected in his eyes was completely different.

In fact, the concealment ability of this ghost school is extremely exaggerated, especially during the day, even if Feng Xue wipes the tears of the cow strengthened by power, everything she sees is still extremely normal, students are students, teachers are teachers, if it weren't for the occasional supernatural attacks, there was basically no difference between it and a normal campus.

But at this moment, what he saw was a completely different scene-

The three-story school building, which was originally covered with white tiles, now looks as if it is made of white bones, and ropes protrude from the windows, on which are hung the corpses that have become dried corpses or turned into skeletons.

The gate still looks like the same gate, but the texture of the non-slip blanket laid at the door has changed slightly, and if you look closely, you will realize what kind of carpet it is, and it is clearly a piece of spliced human skin!

"Good guy, it's finally a bit of a ghost school vibe."

Feng Xue casually tore open the salt that appeared, grabbed a handful and sprinkled it forward, and spilled the salt that had been "sanctified" under the power of making the best use of things with the power of purification, but unexpectedly, after colliding with those buildings that looked like the underworld, the salt was like dust scattered at random, and no change occurred.

The purification power above did not neutralize with the filthy qi, nor did it disintegrate, but just maintained the status quo, and the outstanding thing was that nothing happened.

"That's interesting, is there an immune purification in the rules or settings of this weird story, or is everything in front of you just an illusion?"

Feng Xue casually threw away the remaining salt and walked into the teaching building, although her movements were swaggering, she did not make any sound.

For tonight's action, he put on the Boots of Tranquility for the first time in a long time, not for the silent special effect that could be replaced by breath masking, but for its side effects-

"Broken" after being attacked.

That is, the effect of losing part of the speed bonus.

Passing through the entrance, Feng Xue stepped into the classroom area, but just as he stepped into the corridor, a strong pressure instantly acted on him.

"Can it make me feel stressed? How heavy does this be? ”

Feng Xue felt the state of the Boots of Tranquility and found that the speed bonus was still maintained, which meant that this pressure did not seem to be an attack.

Continuing to walk in, Feng Xue suddenly yawned for no reason.

"What's the situation?" Habitually reaching out to cover her mouth, Feng Xue suddenly realized something-

Although he still has some human habits, he is not actually a human being, even if he will be tired, there will be mental pressure, and there will be a desire to rest, but he will not feel "sleepy".

He shouldn't have the ability to yawn (of course, it's okay to yawn deliberately to relieve embarrassment or disguise).

"Fatigue, sleepiness, headaches, ......"

All kinds of negative feelings began to appear one after another, and Feng Xue only felt that her whole body was rusty, exuding a rotten smell.

Of course, this is just a feeling, not to mention his own bunch of horizontal exercises, just the power of [Iron-blooded Tough Guy] can allow him to use his tongue to run at the speed of his heyday in the case of high paraplegia.

In contrast, he was more concerned about where did all this power come from?

"When you look at it from the outside, there are no entries or labels in the teaching building, which means that the teaching building, at least the outer shell should not be a phantom object, so where is the phantom object?"

Relying on his power to ignore all kinds of negative states on his body, Feng Xue stared around with his eyes, although the painting style has become much more underworld, but he still hasn't found it......

"Wait!"

Feng Xue's footsteps suddenly stopped, and just now, a line of text seemed to flash in his field of vision.

Immediately turned his head, and as he looked through the glass window that seemed to have someone dumping the blood bag on it, Feng Xue saw a few strings of words through the barely transparent window-

[Inspirational], [Inspiring]......

"There's a phantom in the classroom?"

Feng Xue stretched out her gloved hand, pressed the seams of the two windows, and with a slight force, the windows locked from the inside were immediately opened easily.

"The windows of these old classrooms are the easiest to open." Reminiscing about her student days, Feng Xue opened the window and jumped into the classroom, and the whole person was silent in an instant.

Because the source of those elements is a slogan hanging at the back of the classroom-

"Keep your eyes open and start competing."

Name: Phantom Object Inspirational Slogan

Elements: [Inspirational], [Inspiring], [Inspiring], [Outrageous]

Introduction: A slogan that can be seen everywhere in the senior high school class is more like an attitude than an encouragement.

Note: This is not an exaggeration!

……

"I'm curious what this thing does."

Feng Xue looked at this phantom object, his expression was very subtle, although it was indeed a phantom object, it was difficult for him to understand what use this thing was other than being indestructible.

"No, you can't think like that, from another angle, under what circumstances will a slogan become a phantom?"

Feng Xue frowned, the formation of the Infinite City Phantom Object, whether it is power construction, label building, or natural formation, can basically be summarized as "infiltrating the pseudo-object embryo with a large amount of [knowledge], even if it is his golden finger, in essence, it is just a more accurate use of [knowledge] to infiltrate.

Feng Xue, who was faintly aware of something, looked at the desks that seemed to be soaked in blood, and could even see stubble and minced flesh, she was slightly silent, and no longer paid attention to the other classrooms along the way, and ran all the way towards the photocopy room where the notes were printed before.

……

Compared with the classroom that can be opened casually, the anti-theft of the photocopy room is very good, but for Feng Xue, it is something that can be done with two strands of hair.

But unlike what he imagined, everything in the photocopy room and the painting style were quite normal.

Although it is said that normal is what it should be, but on this night when the whole school has become a painting style in the underworld, the photocopy room that still maintains a normal painting style highlights a strangeness.

Especially in this photocopy room, there are a lot of phantoms piled up—

Yes, on the table in the photocopy room, the dense text is stacked on top of each other, and it looks like it is about to be molded!

"So many phantoms? Don't tell me this thing was printed on a regular printing press! ”

I don't know why.,As soon as I download something, the computer is stuck to death.,CPU and memory are pretty healthy.,The temperature is not high.,But it's a card.,Even the notepad is stuck...... If it weren't for the computer I just changed, I would have doubted that this thing would be single-threaded.

(End of chapter)