Until the end of class, I was still in a state of confusion.

This class was the weirdest class I've ever heard – there were no textbooks, no courseware, not even anything to copy.

Wu Luo has been talking about the dialectical relationship between consciousness and the spiritual world, saying that there is for a while, and for a while it says that it does not exist.

I didn't even know what the spirit world was.

After class, I had to turn to my tablemate, Zhang Xiaofei, who was the only person I knew at this school.

"To put it simply, the spirit world is the world that is different from the world we live in, and you can understand it as a parallel space. There are many parallel spaces in the known universe today, and the only way to get in and out of them is to use consciousness. Zhang Xiaofei patiently explained while drawing on the picture.

I only felt a dull pain in my head, so I quickly interrupted him, "Don't say it! My head hurts! ”

Zhang Xiaofei leaned his face up and looked into my eyes.

Up close, I could even feel the heat coming out of his mouth, "yes, it's really weird that you don't belong to us, but you enter our world."

After hearing this, I jumped up on the spot and asked loudly, "Your world?" What do you mean by that? ”

My screams drew astonished glances from the class, who looked at me as if they were looking at a madman.

"My head hurts!" In a panic, I fumbled through every pocket of my clothes, but I couldn't find the medicine bottle I was looking for, "Damn! Did you fall into the dorm?! ”

Because I suffer from strong paranoia, my brain cells are more active than the average person, but the side effects are also very obvious.

At this point, my head was about to explode, and I fell into a state of rage, rushing indiscriminately, "You guys! Who has tranquilizers?! ”

"Call the guards! Someone's consciousness here is going berserk! ”

At this moment, the whole class was in a mess, calling for help, and their expressions were very panicked, which was from the fear of threatening their lives.

I wanted to ask again, but unexpectedly, a woman suddenly appeared behind me and strangled me, threw me to the ground, and forcibly suppressed my limbs, making me unable to move.

I struggled to turn my head to see a woman in a black uniform pull out a needle from her waist bag and forcibly stab me in the cervical vertebrae.

An indescribable pain covered my whole body, and even made my eyes black and I fainted in complete pain.

When I woke up again, I found myself on a bus.

"Where is this?"

I was about to ask the driver out loud, but I saw the driver staring at me with a 180-degree twist of his face, his eyes red, like a zombie.

A chill hit my head and made me shiver.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden whirlwind of the sky, and I only felt that the whole person rose into the air and hit an iron pillar hard.

The pain from my body gradually became clear, and it almost hurt me. When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a hazy red.

That's when I realized that it was blood!

The back of the head was knocked out, and blood flowed.

Half of my face was drenched in a pool of warm blood, and the pungent smell of blood came over my face.

I wanted to move but couldn't, and my whole body fell behind the bus.

His hands and feet were unconscious, and a cold feeling came to his heart, and cold sweat kept breaking out on his forehead.

Growing up, there has never been a moment when I lost control of my body like I do now.

That powerless despair fills the whole head.

I shouted for help, but something was stuck in my throat and I couldn't scream.

Holding my breath and coughing up the foreign object in my throat, I saw a centipede the size of a little thumb squirting out of my mouth.

My head buzzed like a gong beating desperately above my head.

As I looked around, the passengers in the same car as me were also injured to varying degrees, some moaning in pain, some screaming, and some sleeping forever. There was a woman who was completely twisted, her upper and lower bodies lying next to me, staring at me with two eyes straight into me.

My heart thumped, is she dead?

Dead...... The body twisted like this......

There was a cacophony of "gurgling" sounds, and I followed the sound and woke up completely frightened.

A huge centipede actually came out of the bus driver's mouth, squirting out to be exact, one two, three ......

Dense centipede feet crawled all over the driver's face, and the driver's entire body twisted and shook irregularly, as if he was suffering a great deal of pain.

The centipede nibbled on the driver's face, biting the flesh and blood, perhaps his vocal cords had been destroyed by the centipede in his body, and the driver could only make a piercing "gurgling" sound.

The sound lasted for more than a minute, and during this time, it was a kind of torture for everyone living in the car, whether mentally, visually, or auditoryly.

Gradually, the driver's voice became quieter and quieter, until there was no sound.

Heart-rending shouts came and went, especially one of the men's voices, which hurt my eardrums.

Perhaps it was the screams that alarmed them, and they crawled out of the driver's corpse and came towards me overwhelmingly, occupying half of the carriage in dense numbers, and making my scalp tingle for a while. "I don't want to die here! I don't want to die here! I'm going out!! ”

The people who could still walk desperately climbed out of the tattered left window above, completely ignoring whether the people in the car were dead or alive.

The centipede seemed to be enraged, and threw itself into the woman's face and bit wildly, some of which had already burrowed into the woman's belly.

At first, she could still use her hands to pluck the centipede on her face, but after a while, her hands and feet seemed to be unconscious, and she couldn't move at all.

can only make a "cluck" sound as the last resistance of life, how similar is the death of this woman and the driver.

Will it be me next?

This carriage is hell.

I wept and prayed that those who escaped would not abandon me, that I would not be left alone.

Helpless tears flowed into pools of blood, and how I expected it to be a nightmare.

However, this is an unchangeable reality, after the centipede bites the woman to death, it immediately begins to look for the next target, and I am alive in the car at this time. They began to slow down at this point, as if they had eaten enough.

But they still crawled towards me, and at first they thought they would let me go, but now their hopes were completely shattered.

I resigned myself to closing my eyes, and my mind remembered how I had tortured a centipede to death.

At that time, I was very young, and I was full of curiosity about everything in the world. I seemed to pull every foot of the centipede clean and watched it die in agony......

Retribution? It should be, now is the time to pay for the consequences.

The centipede crawled up my legs and covered my body along my body, and I will never forget the itchy touch.

A trace of cool stuff exhaled on my face, a little fragrant, similar to the smell of flower water.

I snapped my eyes open, and a hand came in through the window at the back of the bus, and since the car had flipped on its side, I knew exactly that someone was standing just outside my head.

A strange perfume fills the air, but it can dispel these strange centipedes! At this point, the centipede retreated like a tide. My heart instantly changed from dead silence to active life, and I began to move my body as I shouted loudly.

As time passed, I gradually gained control of my body, and the pain in my hands and feet was crystal clear.

I love the pain, it hurts, but at least I feel it.

I endured the pain and twisted my body to crawl as far out of the window as I could, but the hand was gone.

Forget it, I've got a weird perfume that repels centipedes, and while the effect is still there, it's important to get out as soon as possible.

In case the smell weakens, who knows if it will be counterattacked by centipedes?

I quickly climbed out of the window along the seat of the car, and when I passed the body of the woman who was bitten by a centipede, I silently said a word of rest.

Finally, I managed to climb out of the window, with a few big centipedes hanging on my body, and it seemed that I would not give up until I was biting them, so I pulled them off with my hand, rolled over and fell out of the car.

It feels good to escape from hell and return to the world.

I took a greedy deep breath, but it did smell of blood.

I looked around and almost died here.

None of the people who escaped before were killed by centipedes, they were far away from me, but they were all lying there motionless.

I swallowed and looked up to see the rescue team, carrying flamethrowers.

"Finally rescued—" I exhaled with relief.

However, a strange scene happened, and the people who came to the rescue seemed to be pulled by something, and their bodies stiffened.

Each had a pained expression on their faces, clasping their hands to their throats, as if to stop something from spitting out.

I chuckled inwardly, and a cold sensation came to my head from the soles of my feet.

The person at the front couldn't hold it first, and the moment he let go of his hand, huge centipedes erupted from their mouths, one, two, three...... Dense centipedes crawled all over the body and began to see the scene for the first time, and they tore at the man's body fiercely.

Among them, rescuers fell one after another, were gnawed, bitten, and finally died. It's only been a few minutes, and a few more lives have been lost here. The smell of death permeated the audience.

A scream dragged them into hell, and one of them had an extremely painful expression, holding his throat with one hand and begging for help with the other, but no one could save him, but he could only watch as countless centipedes erupted from his mouth, and then let the centipedes bite his body.

Escape is what everyone wants to do the most, and this is just a blink of an eye, the rescue team is dead, and the escape is escaped.

"Mo Jianchu, you also think it's funny, right? You can see the dying struggle of a human being up close. ”

It was a graceful woman who spoke, and only a light gauze scarf covered the important parts of her body, and the rest of her fair skin was unobstructed.

Her face was covered with a black cloth, and she couldn't see her face underneath, but from her misty eyes, she could see the meaning of mockery.

She walked up to me, her fair, delicate hand, I can't forget, while I was still in the car, and sprinkled potion to keep the deadly centipede away for me. At this time, there were a few red centipedes coiled in that hand, and it seemed that the red centipedes were coiled on them motionless like well-behaved pets, "You can call me Qi Ying, I like this name." By the way, don't you have what you want to ask? ”

I exhaled, "Why am I here?" ”

"That's a strange question."

"Strange?"

"Because everything here is a product of your consciousness. The seeds of hatred planted in consciousness had ripened, so I appeared. Maybe you're not targeting someone, but simply want to enjoy death......"

"You talk nonsense! How could I possibly have such perverted thoughts! ”

"The reason why I exist is to satisfy your desire to kill - whether the object is male or female, young and old, good or evil, as long as it is a person, you will not be able to resist the urge to kill."

"Impossible! You're lying to me!! ”

"Mo Jianchu, you are special, more special than everyone else. Because you can suppress and even forget this urge, I want to bring back your memory. You should be willing to accept and accept your bloodthirsty self. ”