Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 42 I've Become a Blindfolded Ghost?!
Cooling, constant temperature air at 23 degrees Celsius.

The air conditioner inside the classroom gently blew cool air onto each student, while the outdoor air conditioner unit outside the classroom seemed to have gone mad.

The fan inside the outdoor unit went berserk, spinning incessantly as if it were about to burst into sparks, and a strong gust of wind howled, forcing Yan Ming to cling tightly to the ladder.

He was now using all his strength to fight against the air conditioning, but he knew he couldn't hold on for long.

Even if he could still hold on, the ladder beneath his feet seemed unable to support him.

Yan Ming's clothes billowed in the whirlwind, and the force of the wind acted back on the ladder like a claw hammer prying open nails stuck in the wall.

The entire ladder had begun to loosen, and it started to tremble and sway violently in the strong wind.

Yan Ming knew that when the ladder started to shake violently, it meant that it was about to break free from the wall. If he didn't make up his mind soon, the evil wind would blow him away and kill him on the spot.

So I should trust this string of Yan Mings on the side?

"Hurry up, don't hesitate!"

Yan Ming, who was on the rooftop, lay behind the steps, bracing himself with his feet and clutching his hair tightly.

The string of Yan Ming's corpses connected by hair drifted in the wind, almost perpendicular to the wall of the teaching building.

No, I have no choice but to trust myself.

Yan Ming gripped the railing tightly with both hands, then released his feet to reach the dangling string of corpses, hooked them to his side, and then hugged the middle of the corpses tightly.

"Pull me up first!"

He shouted loudly, because he knew that this would make Yan Ming's corpse on the rooftop hear him.

"it is good!"

A response came from above, and the other party began to slowly exert force, trying to pull all of Yan Ming's back to the rooftop.

"Heh—cough cough."

Suddenly, the outdoor unit of the air conditioner made a sharp sound, followed by two coughs, similar to the sound of someone taking too long a breath and reaching the limit of their lung capacity.

The air conditioner suddenly reduced its airflow, and Yan Mingchuan fell back down, crashing heavily against the wall.

This heavy blow caught all the corpses off guard. Yan Ming, who was at the top, was immediately pulled to the side, and the entire group of Yan Mings plummeted downwards.

Meanwhile, Zhen Yanming, who was below, seized the opportunity, slightly loosened his grip, slid to the bottom, stepped onto the window frame of the fifth-floor classroom, and then kicked the window glass hard.

"boom!"

The window glass was harder than he had imagined, and the shock made Yan Ming's entire leg go numb. What he didn't expect was that the smiley face on the surface of the teaching building reacted even more strongly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

As if someone had stabbed its eye with a pencil, the school building screamed in pain, and the loudspeakers in all the classrooms resonated simultaneously, emitting a sharp, electromagnetic interference.

The window is its eye!

Yan Ming realized this, and without caring whether it was effective or not, he kicked several more times in succession.

Now he is somewhat relieved that he didn't act impulsively. If he had used his spin to kick the window on the 5th floor, the school building could have easily killed him by making a "winking" sound.

With these heavy kicks, a large amount of viscous, glue-like liquid oozed from the window frame, and the teaching building finally couldn't withstand the pain any longer, opening the latches on the windows with a "click".

"Wow—"

The window opened by itself, and Yan Ming took the opportunity to step into the classroom, then arched his back and sprang into the classroom floor.

The moment they landed, the world returned to its normal sound.

The unusual movement at the back window finally caught the attention of the teachers and students in the classroom.

"What the hell? Where did this guy come from?"

"It looks like they climbed in through the window."

"Which class is so awesome?"

"Yan Ming... no, it's Li Xiaoyu from Class 3 downstairs!"

The whole class erupted in noise, the students utterly astonished by the sudden appearance of this high school girl.

"Clap clap clap!"

The teacher on duty during evening self-study tapped his pointer a few times: "Quiet, quiet! You in the back, how did you get in here? Come here!"

Yan Ming sat on the ground for a while to recover. He walked back to the window and looked up. He saw that Yan Ming was slowly shrinking back onto the rooftop.

However, the "tears" along the edge of the window frame have all disappeared.

The corpse is real, but the smiling face is the ghost's ability? No, both are influenced by the ghost's abilities, but the degree is definitely different.

The smiling face on the teaching building was clearly with the mutated Teacher Pan, while the twelve corpses of Yan Ming were with the normal teachers and students in front of them.

"Hey, what exactly do you do? Which class are you in?"

The teacher on the stage stood up, picked up his pointer, and was about to walk over.

Without hesitation, Yan Ming quickly ran out of the classroom, vaguely sensing some of the mysteries of this school.

His current experience can definitely be divided into two worlds: one is a slightly more normal world, with normal teachers and students, and the whole school operates according to certain rules.

In another bizarre world, homework is handed in using human heads, Teacher Pan's appearance can change grotesquely at any time, and the school building can even come to life.

However, Yan Ming has not yet figured out the conditions for the transformation between the two worlds; he only roughly knows the reason for the transformation of his consciousness.

Spin.

To be precise, his body became unbalanced, and his consciousness would switch when the world spun.

Switching between Yan Ming's corpse and "Li Xiaoyu".

Li Xiaoyu can actively switch to the corpse's perspective, but the corpse cannot do the opposite, because the corpse cannot move and can only barely use its five senses. If it cannot actively lose its balance, its consciousness may be permanently trapped inside the corpse.

In comparison, using Li Xiaoyu's body allows one to do more things.

However, this does not mean that switching perspectives is useless, because Yan Ming discovered that the switching is not seamless.

Switching from Li Xiaoyu to the corpse will advance time forward.

Using this characteristic, he might be able to do some amazing things.

Yan Ming's mind raced as he ran downstairs to the men's restroom.

He remembered that his body was hidden in that compartment. Although he knew it had probably been moved, he still had to see it for himself, hoping to find something.

The only good news is that he has ruined Teacher Pan's plan.

The original plan was for Li Xiaoyu to ostensibly be on sick leave at home, but now he is openly appearing in other classes, and the body has not even had time to be transported to the rooftop.

The logical chain of evidence has broken.

After all that effort, it did have some effect.

He went downstairs, found the men's restroom on the floor where his class was located, pushed open the door, and opened all the stalls in succession.

No suitcase.

After thinking for a moment, he went back into the women's restroom, but still found nothing.

The body has been moved.

"Ha, it's here after all."

With hurried steps, a figure appeared at the toilet door. Teacher Pan smiled broadly, highlighting her full and rounded apple cheeks.

"Luckily, Teacher Zhang asked a question, otherwise you would have gotten away again, Li Xiaoyu."

Yan Ming simply took out his phone from his pocket and glanced at the time on it.

20: 31.

"Ah, time's up."

Yan Ming sneered. Being chased and played with by this group of strange creatures all the way, he was naturally furious.

With the image of the ghost appearing in his mind, he chose Teacher Pan in front of him without hesitation.

Turn into a ghost.

The next second, he felt his perspective suddenly rise much higher.

Looking down, Yan Ming realized that he was sitting on Teacher Pan's shoulders, and his hands were covering Teacher Pan's eyes.

Yan Ming: "???"

Seemingly sensing his doubt, the hand that was covering Teacher Pan's eyes changed.

Eyes opened in the center of each of their palms, and spontaneously looked up to meet Yan Ming's gaze as he looked down.

what?
What is this ghost?

Why would Li Xiaoyu dress up as this?
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