A chilling aura gushed out along with thick black blood, splattering onto the surrounding walls and emitting a foul, fishy stench.
The vengeful ghost let out a shrill scream, its body began to tremble violently, and the black mist surrounding it became even thicker and more violent.
Standing outside, Han Chuan suddenly discovered that he could actually see the traces in the fog. When the black fog dissipated, he saw the one-eyed demon severely injured.
"Are you alright, boss?" Han Chuan asked worriedly.
Seemingly sensing that Xiao Jin was extraordinary and completely different from the trash it used to toy with at will, the one-eyed ghost quietly began to consider retreating.
It took a deep breath, and the surrounding cold air suddenly condensed, turning into a surging black mist. The black mist swirled and coiled in the air, eventually converging into an enormous hammer.
With a deafening roar, the one-eyed demon swung its giant hammer, formed from black mist, and slammed it down on Xiao Jin. At that moment, even the air seemed to solidify, and the entire scene was filled with despair and oppression.
However, Xiao Jin did not show the slightest panic in the face of this blow that could shake mountains.
She activated [Gray Feather] directly. Long before that, the energy bar of Ash Feather's passive skill [Accumulation] was already full.
The next second, a warm and translucent energy shield suddenly appeared around Xiao Jin, with a halo flowing and tiny feathers fluttering lightly around him.
Immediately afterwards, the giant hammer descended from above with a deafening roar. The enormous hammer, carrying a world-destroying force, slammed heavily into the seemingly fragile protective shield beside Xiao Jin.
Han Chuan, who was behind him, was suddenly thrown over by the shockwave and rolled around like an autumn leaf. Finally, relying on his survival instinct, he scrambled to hide behind the wall and crouched down. Panting, he looked up at the eye of the storm with lingering fear.
As the dust settled, the lingering black mist slowly dissipated. Silence returned, and the protective shield around Xiao Jin lost its luster, becoming dull and lifeless.
Xiao Jin slowly raised his head, his gaze piercing through the air, searching for the figure of the one-eyed ghost. However, apart from the ruins and devastation, there was no trace of the ghost.
…………
In his dazed state, Wu Tianjin seemed to smell the aroma of food.
'Gurgle gurgle~'
The sudden noise made Xiao Jin pause with her chopsticks. Holding the disposable lunchbox in her hand, she glanced at Wu Tianjin on the ground.
"What was that sound?" Han Chuan's cheeks puffed out, as if he had heard something, but he wasn't sure.
He stared wide-eyed, looking warily toward the doorway.
Could it be that another ghost has appeared?
To everyone's surprise, Xiao Jin calmly asked from the side, "Awake?"
"What?" Han Chuan reacted in the next second. He put the lunchbox in his hand on the desk that had been temporarily cleaned and got up to run to the back.
Wu Tianjin felt as if he was hallucinating, and he actually saw Han Chuan. It wasn't until the familiar voice rang in his ears that he realized it was real.
"Angkor? Angkor? You're awake! How are you?"
"Han Chuan? Cough cough cough~" Wu Tianjin slowly sat up with Han Chuan's help and found himself still in the classroom before he lost consciousness.
He was lying on the ground, and beside Han Chuan, Xiao Jin was also there.
He touched himself, especially his neck, and found that the wounds on it had already healed. If it weren't for the bloodstains on his clothes, Wu Tianjin would have thought he had never been injured!
"My injury?" He looked at Han Chuan.
"Hehe!" Han Chuan winked. "Of course it was done by the big boss. You're really lucky to be alive. You were barely clinging to life when we came in."
Wu Tianjin looked at Xiao Jin gratefully.
Immediately afterwards, Wu Tianjin, who was starving and whose eyes were practically glowing green, ate the most substantial meal he had in the past two days.
During the break, Xiao Jin asked him about the situation inside the teaching building.
"Did you see anything unusual?" Wu Tianjin asked in surprise, then he thought back carefully.
"While I was fleeing, my attention was entirely focused on the vengeful ghost, and I didn't really notice the unusual things around me, but..."
Xiao Jin was enjoying a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice when she heard Wu Tianjin's words and fell into deep thought.
Now, Yu Ling's body has been mostly collected, except for her right arm and head. According to my understanding, these two items should be inside the teaching building.
At this moment, Xiao Jin noticed Wu Tianjin's hesitant and cryptic manner.
"But while I was running, I saw a room on the innermost part of the third floor that seemed to have the lights on."
Xiao Jin paused for a moment, her hand holding the cup still.
When Xiao Jin first entered the teaching building, although she only glanced at it, she remembered it clearly: the entire building was pitch black, and not a single classroom had a light on.
"Do you remember the exact location?" Xiao Jin asked.
"Yes, I remember."
After eating and drinking their fill, and taking advantage of Wu Tianjin's unconsciousness, Xiao Jin and Han Chuan also rested well. So, without lingering, the three of them continued upstairs.
As they walked through the dimly lit corridor, Wu Tianjin and Han Chuan gripped their weapons tightly, their fingers turning slightly white from the force. Their eyes, sharp as hawks, scanned their surroundings warily.
Finally, the group stepped onto the third floor. A chilling atmosphere, even colder than in the corridor, rushed towards them, as if the air itself had frozen. The temperature plummeted, and the surrounding light seemed to be quietly swallowed up, leaving only a solitary glimmer of light in front of them.
This time, Wu Tianjin didn't need to say anything more. Looking at the brightly lit classroom in front of her, Xiao Jin knew that she had arrived at her destination.
Han Chuan was the first to arrive at the door. He softly uttered the four words "Senior Three Class Six". Although his voice was soft, it echoed in the quiet space, carrying a slight, almost imperceptible tremor.
The three of them then peered curiously through the corridor window into the classroom. At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the scene inside the classroom sent chills down their spines.
The school was completely deserted, except for the classroom in front of me, where the seats were densely packed with people, or rather, ghosts.
The students in their seats were pale and bloodless, their eyes vacant, radiating an eerie and sinister light. Their posture was perfectly synchronized; about twenty people, more than forty eyes, all staring intently at Xiao Jin and his companions outside the window. Even the curve of their lips was identical, emanating a suffocating aura of death.
To be honest, even Xiao Jin was startled when she suddenly saw this scene, let alone Han Chuan and Wu Tianjin beside her.
The hairs on their bodies stood on end, like the manes of startled wild beasts in the forest, revealing an indescribable fear. Their faces drained of color in an instant, turning ashen white, as if they had lost two of their three souls.
Han Chuan's calves spasmed uncontrollably, and just as he was about to scream, Wu Tianjin quickly covered his mouth, while also wiping the sweat from his face with his other hand.
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