Fang Hao got dressed, picked up his schoolbag, and prepared to start the challenge of the new scene.

Before disposing of the grimace portrait, he had already carefully observed that it was their school that was replicated here, and the environment was not unfamiliar.

After walking down the hallway for some distance, I stopped in front of a classroom window and looked in.

There were more than two dozen students sitting inside, each immersed in a question. There was a teacher behind the lectern above, also with his head down, not knowing what he was writing.

That's right, it's a seven-class classroom. I guess it's self-study in the evening, and it's normal to have fewer students.

Then the next classroom is their sixth class.

So far, everything is working as seen.

However, everything is normal in itself the greatest anomaly.

Looking back on the scenes I experienced before, there is something strange about it. Could it be an exception here?

Fang Hao glanced in the direction of his class, and then turned his head to look inside the seventh class.

I saw that the teacher behind the lectern suddenly raised his head and looked towards the window. The teacher's face was extremely distorted, as if he had been painting on paper with paint mixed with an excess of water, and each stroke was so badly drenched that his facial features were intertwined.

Following the teacher's gaze, the students sitting below also looked up and turned their heads to look out the window, their movements in unison, like a group of manipulated puppets.

The faces of these students are even more indescribable.

Some have the same watercolor style as the teacher on stage; Some are like children's graffiti, with crooked eyes, hooked nose, wide mouth, square teeth, round ears, and oblique eyebrows, highlighting a line and scribbling out of proportion; Others simply have a dough, and there is nothing on it, which is definitely the master of the unphased miracle.

Seeing these strange faces, Fang Hao not only felt terrible, but was also a little happy, and even waved his hand at the teachers and students in the classroom, and nodded with a smile.

That's right!

Fang Hao's psychological endurance at this time was not ordinarily strong. And he knew that, like all the scenes he had experienced, the prototypes of the people in the classroom were also from his memories.

The teachers and students of Class 7, he only has vague memories of some people, and some of them have no memory at all. Mapping into this scene, these peculiar faces are created.

After saying hello, Fang Hao walked towards his class.

As soon as I arrived at the door of the classroom, the door opened by itself. Glancing inside, he saw Mr. Zhao, the head teacher standing on the podium, and more than 30 students below, all looking at him directly.

These students in this class are much more realistic, although there are also watercolor and graffiti styles, but they are just a few people, and none of them practice the magic of unphased.

"Fang Hao, sit back!" Teacher Zhao said with a serious expression.

Fang Hao hesitated for a moment and took a step towards the classroom.

No hallucinations appeared.

So he lifted his other leg up and slowly landed in the classroom, still as usual.

Then he took a few steps inside in the same way, but nothing happened.

Teacher Zhao on the podium, and more than 30 students below, neither made a sound nor urged, just quietly watched him move step by step like a rusty robot.

Fang Hao suddenly felt that in this classroom, the weirdest person at the moment seemed to be himself.

He changed his mind and was going to go outside the classroom to think again. Just as he was thinking, his heart suddenly shook, and a vision appeared.

[Fang Hao turned around to leave the classroom, and Teacher Zhao shouted, "Do you want to skip school again?" Give me back the questions now! ”】

[Before Fang Hao could react, the students below rushed up, grabbed him to a seat, and sat down with him. 】

[Fang Hao wanted to get up, but found that his body was completely connected to the stool below and the floor under the stool, and he couldn't move a single inch no matter how hard he tried. 】

[A test paper was placed on the table, and someone stuffed a pen in his hand, and the command to "do the question" sounded in his ears. 】

[Fang Hao saw that on the test paper, there were only a few questions that could be identified, and they were all done recently. The rest of the content is a variety of ghostly talisman-like heavenly books, and you can't recognize it. 】

[He was stunned, and another test paper was laid out in front of him, and the content on it was almost the same as the previous one. 】

[The scrolls kept falling, and he no longer had time to read the contents on them. 】

[The space of the classroom swelled suddenly, and the whole world gradually filled the whole world in all directions. There was goose feather snow floating in the air, and if you looked closely, you could tell that in fact, every snowflake was a test paper. 】

[Fang Hao became smaller and smaller, like a speck of dust between heaven and earth, buried by the vast sea of snow. 】

[After a long time, everything is gone.] 】

After the illusion disappeared, Fang Hao tensed his body, maintaining a stride posture and not moving.

He didn't make the slightest movement to walk outward just now, but as soon as he thought in his heart, he saw a warning vision. His instincts told him that this path was never advisable.

But if you sit down as requested, won't it be the same fate?

A few beads of sweat dripped from his forehead, and he couldn't think of an idea for a while.

He found himself seemingly caught in a dilemma.

The tactics of the sea of questions are really terrifying, and I am a scumbag like myself who is powerless to resist it.

After weighing it repeatedly, Fang Hao decided to walk towards his seat, at least this would not cause illusions, and it would mean that there would be no danger.

He chose his seat in the last row and sat down. After sitting down, I was connected to the stool and couldn't get up.

But unlike in his previous vision, there was no test paper in front of him.

Teacher Zhao looked at everyone from the podium, as if he was lecturing, but he didn't say a word.

The students in the audience looked directly at the empty blackboard, as if they were listening carefully.

There was an eerie silence in the classroom.

Fang Hao was completely confused, what was the situation?

Do you just sit and wait until dawn? But since he entered the Spirit Dao realm, he hasn't seen the sun.

The situation at this time is somewhat similar to the first time when you entered the villagers' houses from the cave.

At that time, he was trapped in the room, and his talent did not warn, and it was not until he was about to set fire that he led to a vision.

Maybe you can try.

Fang Hao carried a lot of things in his schoolbag, many of which had not been used yet.

He touched them one by one, leading to one illusion after another.

Iron tiger fingers, flashlights, laser pointers, daggers, scissors, lighters, steel fitness balls, cola, chocolate, ......

I've tried it all over again, but none of it worked.

These "classmates" in the class are strong one by one, and they can't do it at all, and in the end they can't escape the ending of being drowned by the sea of questions.

Fang Hao touched another thing in the mezzanine of his schoolbag, it was the ghost bride's red hijab, and he couldn't help but move in his heart.

He then took it out and put it on his head, without triggering the illusion the whole time.

I saw that the light and shadow in front of me suddenly changed, and at the same time, the bottom of my butt was empty, and I sat on a fart unguarded.

Tearing off the red hijab from his head, he was greeted by the balcony corridor outside the classroom. The specific location seems to be the place where you have just entered this scene.

Looking at the red hijab in his hand again, he felt that it was amazing, and he wanted to put it up, but found that he had left his schoolbag in the classroom.

So he went in again, and after sitting down in his seat, he put on his bag and then put on his red hijab.

The next moment, it was back in the hallway.

With this hole card to get out of trouble, Fang Hao excitedly went to other classes with lights on to try to find out.

This operation took almost forty minutes, and it was considered to have figured out the basic situation, but I didn't find a way to break the game.

Returning to his original position again, he didn't want to get up for a while, so he sat cross-legged on the ground, watching the bright moon in the sky come out of his mind.

The red hijab is magical, but it can only help him get out of trouble, but it can't help him break the game, so he has to think of a new way.

The biggest change in this scene compared to the previous one is that there are a lot of NPCs. Eight classes with lights on add up to at least two hundred.

Those teachers and students didn't know what kind of existence it was, Fang Hao couldn't even do any of them, none of the previous techniques and means worked, and even the spirit seed manipulation didn't work.

Obviously, this road is a dead end.

Strangely, the NPCs only stay in the classroom. No matter what kind of actions Fang Hao made outside the classroom, even if he was bloodletting and seducing, they would not come out of it.

I don't know if it's the forced restriction of the scene, or if there's something out there that they're afraid of.

If it's the latter, then this should be the way to break the game.

How do I get the NPCs out? Fight and fight, and can't beat them, and they can't come out, unless they drink too much and carry them out.

But the problem is that there is no wine in the schoolbag, and if you take out this kind of thing in class, you will immediately be brutally suppressed by the sea of books.

Besides, it's a matter of whether the NPC drinks or not.

Fang Hao shook his head, feeling that this idea was very nonsense. But suddenly it occurred to me that the purpose of pouring NPC wine is to make them fall asleep, so wouldn't it be okay to hypnosis directly!

Not long ago, he had been caught in a grimace portrait and stepped through a door in a state that was almost as hypnotized as if he had been hypnotized.

And when Qin Yue touched his memory, he had been asleep for a long time. If this can be used on NPCs, it would not be a problem to drag them out and throw them down the stairs.

Fang Hao carefully recalled the various details of looking at the grimace portrait, closed his eyes and pondered for a while, then opened his eyes again, and clearly felt that his thoughts could be projected outward at any time with his gaze.

He threw his fist excitedly, knowing that this was the trick, and got up and walked towards the first class.

The first class is a key class of the grade, and the number of people who come to self-study in the evening is the least, and the scenes in the Dao realm completely correspond to the real situation, with only a dozen students and one teacher in total.

The teachers and students were all bare-faced, and the only person they knew, Shen Tingting, did not appear. That girl hardly goes to self-study at night, but she doesn't have to beat an NPC who looks the same as her, otherwise she is really embarrassed to be heavy-handed.

Fang Hao didn't enter the classroom, just stood out the window, and the teacher on the podium looked at him for a long time.

He concentrated his mind and looked at the teacher with a bare face, and only then did he realize that the other party did not have eyes at all.

But the arrow has been wound, there is no reason not to send it, anyway, no matter how much they behave outside the classroom, they will not come out.

"It's time for you to get some rest." Fang Hao sent this message out through his eyes and thoughts.

Then I saw the teacher sit down, his head on the lectern, and then he didn't move.

How did it be?

Fang Hao was pleasantly surprised. It seems that although those bare faces don't have eyes, they still have vision, otherwise wouldn't it be lonely to look this way.