The bloodstains in the corridor made Qin Nuo feel uncomfortable. In order to avoid meeting the monster, he chose to walk in the opposite direction.
The black fog covered the entire campus, severely obstructing vision, with the visible range less than two meters.
Terror comes from the unknown.
Walking in such an environment is like a blind person holding on to a wall and groping in the dark. No one knows what kind of horrible thing will emerge from the black fog in front of you in the next second.
This is a great test of one's heart and courage.
The same is true for Qin Nuo. The difference is that he has the Blood Eye Ghost, which can sense the surge of ghost energy ten meters away and predict danger, which makes him feel a lot more at ease.
"Looking for a piece of candy in such a dim environment always seems ridiculous."
Walking in the corridor of the comprehensive building, Qin Nuo murmured while looking at the doorplates of the classrooms he passed by.
He couldn't remember which floor he was on or where he was in the corridor, but he searched wherever he went.
"After the black fog covered the school, the classrooms and corridors seemed to have changed significantly. They felt more dilapidated and older."
Qin Nuo looked at the cracks in the moss on the fence, and weeds were growing through the gaps.
In the classroom, the chairs and stools are almost weathered into wood powder.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the seats were shifting, as if something had left the seat.
From the podium, there was a faint sound of chalk hitting the blackboard...
Qin Nuo was stunned and stopped, wondering whether to go in and take a look, when he suddenly heard some sounds.
"A child's voice?"
The sound was very close. Qin Nuo walked towards the source of the sound and soon came to the door of a classroom.
The windows are sealed and the doors are shut.
From time to time, a few frightened voices were heard from inside, followed by a few unknown horrifying tearing sounds.
Crunch!
The wooden door suddenly opened at this moment, revealing a gap, and a woman's voice came from the gap: "Classmate, you want candy, right?"
"Come in, you can have all the candy you want."
Qin Nuo was stunned.
An adult's voice, teacher?
Isn’t the teacher a cat? Is he also responsible for distributing candies?
"Go in and take a look. Don't panic. I'm here." said the blood-eyed ghost.
Since the Blood-Eyed Ghost said so, Qin Nuo naturally couldn't be timid and pushed the door open and walked in.
The moment I stepped into the room, my vision became clear and the scene inside the classroom was revealed before my eyes.
It was a painting studio with neatly arranged drawing boards and several students sitting on the seats.
They were concentrating on painting. Even when Qin Nuo came in, they did not shift their gaze. Their eyes were always on the drawing board, switching back and forth between the model on the podium.
But upon closer inspection, their eyes were bloodshot, their faces were stiff, and beads of sweat the size of beans were oozing from their foreheads, as if they were suffering from tremendous pressure and fear.
There were several pools of rotten meat on the ground, emitting a terrible stench that was suffocating.
On the podium, the model being painted was a man as thin as a stick, with sunken eye sockets and protruding facial bones. He looked like a dying drug addict who might collapse and die at any time.
On the podium on one side, there is a rattan chair, which moves automatically even without wind.
But Qin Nuo clearly felt the presence of a ghostly aura there.
"Invisible ghost." Qin Nuo confirmed it at a glance. This kind of ghost is mysterious and terrifying. As long as it does not show its shape, it is difficult to guess its strength.
"Don't worry, the teacher is not a cat. He is only responsible for delivering candies to you."
“The drawing board is a sacred object. It can present the infinite world of a person’s inner imagination and the true beauty of all things in the world.”
"Teachers like students who draw, especially those who draw well. If they draw well, they will be rewarded with candy. If they don't draw well, they will be punished a little."
A queen-like female voice was heard from the podium.
"If you don't draw well, there will be punishment. What's the difference between that and a cat?"
Qin Nuo looked at the rotten flesh and blood on the ground and shook his head.
Is this the so-called minor punishment?
Qin Nuo looked back and saw that the door was tightly closed, like a trap, waiting for someone to jump in.
Qin Nuo looked at the students who were drawing. They were standing there sweating profusely. They looked nervous and their hands holding the sketch pens were shaking.
They were all trying their best to draw the skinny man.
Obviously, these students are all players. Unlike Qin Nuo, they may have stumbled in by accident.
Once you enter this studio, it seems that you must complete your own painting work and get the approval of the invisible teacher on the podium before you can leave the classroom.
At this time, the clock on the wall ticked little by little.
The wicker chair on the podium that was rocking suddenly stopped.
"Student No. 8, your time is up."
When the voice came down, it was like a death sentence.
The player sitting in seat number 8 was surprisingly calm and turned his drawing board with a calm expression.
In the drawing board, the skinny man is huddled in the corner. The painting is very vivid and expresses emotions such as loneliness, fear, and desolation.
Even more vivid than my own drawing!
The player appeared confident and said calmly, "Teacher, I hope my candies are not too few."
The previous players drew very poorly, even too abstractly. Halfway through the drawing, they broke down and wanted to leave the classroom by force.
What was strange was that the moment they left their seats, their bodies seemed to be cut, and dense blood lines appeared all over their skin.
As soon as he took a step, his whole body was scattered on the ground like parts, countless pieces of flesh emitted heat, blood flowed, and also dyed the drawing board red.
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