Chapter 360 Extra - Talent Show 10
The ghostly howling of No. 72 attracted everyone's attention.
But when the players looked towards number 72, they saw nothing.
The only person in sight was No. 72, who suddenly turned around and ran wildly with his hands and feet waving. Then he stopped as if he was held back by something and started crying miserably.
Everyone: ...
Everyone:! ?
They went from not understanding at first to silently realizing it, and then they were shocked and angry.
No, this guy also failed in the expression management class! ?
The instructor just asked him to cry, but he also added a non-property performance! Is this necessary!
No. 72, who had escaped death, noticed that the arm wrapped around his neck had been removed, and immediately rolled and crawled towards the center of the venue.
The students who were squeezed by him along the way glared at this person who raised the difficulty of the course without any reason.
No. 72, who was immersed in fear, was squeezed in the crowd. He finally dared to look up when he felt safe.
He met those pairs of eyes burning with anger and was suddenly confused. He had no idea why they were looking at him like that.
But that doesn't matter now.
No. 72 looked around and found that the scary skin-shedding female ghost had disappeared. The room was still the same as it was at the beginning, with mirrors on all four sides.
He looked cautiously at the mirror opposite.
From a distance, the image in the mirror was no different from what he saw, as if everything that had happened before was just an illusion.
Number 72 touched his face with lingering fear.
When his fingers touched his chin, he felt a slight stinging pain. He put his hand down and saw some blood on his fingertips.
His hands trembled violently, and the remaining pain on his face made him realize very clearly that everything that had just happened was definitely not an illusion.
There really was a bone monster in painted skin that came out of the mirror and grabbed him, wanting his face!
Number 72's eyes were bloodshot, his sanity was about to collapse from being on the verge of death.
He stared at the others, and from their expressions he could tell that they obviously had not encountered the horrible monster in the mirror.
Most people did not change their movements, slumped on the ground listlessly, and did not follow the instructor's instructions.
Instead, it was student No. 72, who had obeyed the instructions, who suffered a great shock.
This made him feel extremely unbalanced, and he immediately started yelling in dissatisfaction.
"I clearly did what the teacher told me to do, so why was I the only one who almost died? Why are they fine?!"
Number 72 clenched his back teeth and looked at Feng Mingzhi angrily, wanting him to give a reasonable explanation.
But as soon as he met Feng Mingzhi's cold eyes, No. 72's shaky rationality immediately returned, his brain cooled down instantly, he shuddered, and swallowed back his words of questioning.
Number 72 shrank into a quail, vividly illustrating what it means to get angry in a rage.
But he kept his mouth shut and didn't dare to continue talking. After hearing what he said, the students, who were full of confusion, wanted to get to the bottom of it.
"What do you mean? What happened? Explain yourself!"
"How can someone stop talking halfway? Keep going!"
Number 72 was surrounded by students. He felt really safe, but at the same time, he felt a little uneasy when he saw their unfriendly expressions.
I was worried that they would come and beat him up if they had a disagreement.
Number 72 glanced at Feng Mingzhi with flickering eyes, trying to see if he was in a good mood underneath his indifferent expression. Was he angry?
Thinking back to Feng Mingzhi's look just now, No. 72 still felt a chill down his spine.
No. 72 was very sure that if he had not shut up in time and continued to speak rudely, he would have ended up in a miserable situation.
This intuition has no basis, but it is very strong.
So even facing the questioning of everyone, No. 72 still didn't dare to speak directly, but looked at Feng Mingzhi's reaction.
He looked again and again, but Feng Mingzhi didn't even look at him. He couldn't make up his mind, and the students refused to let him go, so he became annoyed.
None of these people helped him in the last class, so how could he have the nerve to think that he would help them if they asked?
Number 72 looked impatient, with a sneer on his face. He pointed at the mirror and asked them to see for themselves.
"Why are you asking me? Just look in the mirror and you'll know."
"Do you think we are stupid?"
From what No. 72 said, we can guess that the danger he encountered must be related to the mirror. So if they look in the mirror now, wouldn’t they be asking for death?
They won’t do that!
The others refused to give in, and No. 72 refused to give in, and dozens of people started arguing.
If Feng Mingzhi hadn't been there, the situation would have gotten out of control long ago.
Watching them quarreling endlessly, maybe they were really quarreling at the beginning, but later they might have the intention of wasting class time.
After all, there is no danger in arguing.
Feng Mingzhi raised his eyelids, bent his hand and knocked on the mirror behind him, indicating that they could get down to business.
No matter how much they quarrel or make a fuss, they must not get away with the losses they deserve.
Number 20 was hiding at the edge of the crowd, seemingly excitedly attacking Number 72, but in fact his attention was completely focused on timing.
One minute, two minutes, three minutes...
He kept clasping his hands together and praying in his heart, hoping devoutly that he could get through this class without any problems.
Unfortunately, things will not turn out as he wishes.
In a blink of an eye, No. 20 suddenly felt that something was wrong.
He frowned, cautiously moved forward to the crowd, then turned his head and looked over cautiously.
It didn't take him long to pinpoint what was wrong - it was the mirror.
The person in the mirror should have made the same expression and movements as him.
But the mirror at this time...
Number 20 opened his eyes wide, looking at himself laughing wildly in the mirror, and felt a chill all over his body.
That's not an image reflected in a mirror! That's the mirror monster!
"Why don't you cry?"
The head of No. 20 in the mirror turned 180 degrees and performed a move that was impossible for a human to do.
"Hehehe, if you don't cry, then your face is mine~"
Just like what No. 72 had experienced, the face of No. 20 in the mirror cracked inch by inch, revealing the bloodless and fleshless skeleton underneath.
It came out of the mirror, peeled off the false skin on its face, and scratched the face of No. 20 with its sharp nails.
It looked like he was going to change his face on the spot.
This Painted Skin Ghost had learned from the experience of No. 72 and knew that he had to act quickly. Adhering to the principle of speaking less or losing face, he quickly cut open the skin of No. 20.
By the time No. 20 reacted, the Painted Skin Ghost had already grabbed the edge of his facial skin and was tearing it open.
“Ahhhh! Stop, stop! It hurts! Ugh!”
The excruciating pain of having the skin on your face torn apart is something that not everyone can endure.
Number 20's eyes were bloodshot, and he tightly grasped the Painted Skin Ghost's wrist with both hands, but he was unable to shake its strength at all.
In just a short while, half of the skin on his chin had been torn off.
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