Thriller Zone: From the Mental Hospital to the Ghostly World

There are still ten minutes left before get out of class ends.

Chen Ji picked up his pen and began reciting the text while scribbling and drawing in his notebook.

Every now and then, he would turn to the side, his eyes darting around, as if trying to recall the contents of his textbook.

Ding Xiang, who was to his left and slightly in front of him, suddenly paused in his reading, then resumed reading normally, as if he had just paused for a moment.

Chen Ji was still remembering something, seemingly oblivious to it.

Without a sound of footsteps, a human-shaped shadow suddenly blocked out the light on his desk, remaining silent for several minutes.

Suddenly, a hand reached out in front of Chen Ji. The female teacher, with a suspicious look, snatched the notebook and quickly flipped through a few pages.

But inside, there was nothing but the text that Chen Jimo had written.

Chen Ji remained silent, his expression calm.

The female teacher snorted coldly, unable to find fault with him, and could only glare at him warningly before turning back to the podium.

As the female teacher on the podium picked up her thermos again, Chen Ji squinted slightly and seemingly unintentionally held up his pen in front of his eyes.

On the stainless steel side of the pen, light and shadow flow, and the reflection blurs the image behind it, making it difficult to see unless you are very close.

Chen Ji stared intently, his body suddenly froze, and his heart sank to the bottom.

In the reflection of the pen, next to the back wall of the classroom, a dark shadow was writhing violently—it was Zeng Mingwei!

On his bulky body, clad in his school uniform, many white things slithered like snakes, one of which was clinging to Zeng Mingwei's neck.

Chen Ji put down his pen; he had indeed heard correctly.

Just now, a loud bang came from behind him. When he listened carefully, he could vaguely hear a "hoarse" sound, like the mournful cry of an animal before it dies.

Zeng Mingwei is likely in grave danger.

Chen Ji looked up at the others: Du Tingfeng, the burly man surnamed Gong, and even Ding Xiang. Their reading voices had all softened, and they must have guessed something.

Fang Jia, who was directly in front of him, didn't react much and sat there blankly.

The faint sounds behind me gradually faded away until they were completely inaudible.

Ding-dong.

The female teacher patted her skirt, walked out of the classroom in her high heels, and the bell finally rang.

Like everyone else, Chen Ji sat quietly in his seat until all the students around him had left their seats before they got up.

"what--!"

Wu Yan was sitting in the front seat and hadn't heard anything before, but she noticed something was wrong when she turned around.

She let out a short, terrified scream, covering her mouth tightly with her hands, almost driven mad by the scene before her!

On the back wall of the classroom, cracks appeared, and Zeng Mingwei was half embedded in the wall. Blood vessels in his bulging eyeballs had burst.

A jarring ligature mark nearly broke his neck completely, and his thoracic vertebrae appeared to have been crushed by steel bars, severely collapsed.

Zeng Mingwei died silently in a classroom with dozens of students during class.

Students entering and exiting through the back door walked past his body, coming and going, laughing and joking.

It's like... you can't see this scene at all.

The burly man frowned deeply. He had only heard a faint sound, but he never expected Zeng Mingwei to die so quickly and so tragically.

"vomit......"

Wu Yan took a few steps back, unable to suppress her fear any longer. She bent over and vomited.

Several girls passed by her with strange looks, and Ding Xiang immediately stood in front of Wu Yan and explained to them, "She had an upset stomach this morning."

"Quickly clean up what she vomited, or the teacher will scold us again."

The girl left with a remark made through the back door.

The consequences of breaking the rules were imminent, and Ding Xiang's expression was not good. She helped Wu Yan to a seat, glanced at Du Tingfeng, who understood and quickly cleaned up the mess.

"How exactly did he die?" the burly man whispered.

This kind of death could absolutely not have been caused by a human.

What kind of force would it take to crush Zeng Mingwei's body into the wall?

Chen Ji's eyes flashed as he recalled the white shadow reflected in the fountain pen. He got up and lifted Zeng Mingwei's clothes, but it was difficult; the fabric was almost stuck to his skin.

It took the burly man and Zeng Mingwei working together to pull open Zeng Mingwei's shirt, causing both of them to stumble back a few steps.

Zeng Mingwei's twisted body was covered with deep, indented handprints!

The direction of this handprint clearly indicates that it is extending from inside the wall.

Chen Ji's body went numb instantly. As he shone the pen on Zeng Mingwei, Zeng Mingwei was being strangled to death by countless ghostly hands!

Ding Xiang also came over, and everyone looked at each other in surprise. Who would have thought that Zeng Mingwei would break the taboo just because he dozed off in class?

Du Tingfeng coughed lightly twice behind them: "It's time for class."

Most students had already returned to their seats; it was almost seven o'clock.

Chen Ji returned to his seat. There was no point in discussing Zeng Mingwei's death anymore. Now everyone could only be as careful as possible not to break any rules.

Ding-dong.

The morning classes have officially begun.

......

The sun was hidden behind thick clouds, and even though it was noon, the sky was still overcast.

In the cafeteria, Chen Ji, Du Tingfeng, and the burly man sat on one side, while the girl sat opposite them, the six of them filling a table.

The burly man ate his rice, his brows furrowed, his right calf twisted at an unnatural angle, leaning outwards.

During the first class in the morning, the boy behind Chen Ji was asked to stand outside the classroom as punishment for being distracted in class.

Before long, a deafening roar echoed down the corridor, filled with intense greed, like a wild beast encountering its dying prey.

A few seconds later, several bloody pieces of limb were thrown into the classroom, but everyone remained silent as if they hadn't seen them.

During the third period, a boy was hit on the head with a piece of chalk because he was dozing off. The bullet-sized hole pierced his temple, killing him instantly.

Wu Yan sat beside him, her face covered in splattered blood.

She was trembling all over and dared not move.

During the last class, the burly man sat so long that his leg felt numb and sore. The teacher happened to catch him shaking his leg slightly, and in that instant, his leg bone broke.

But the strong man had amazing willpower; he endured the excruciating pain without uttering a sound and continued listening to the lesson as if nothing had happened, thus escaping his fate of death.

Although he didn't die, his right leg was crippled, making it very difficult for him to move around.

"This domain is only related to the rules, so your leg injury won't have a big impact."

Ding Xiang scooped up a spoonful of soup and comforted the burly man: "As long as we don't break any taboos, we should be able to make it to the third day."

Before eating, they had already summarized some rules, such as having to listen attentively in class, not talking secretly, and not being distracted.

In short, it means playing the role of a student in an extremely strict manner.

The burly man's face was grim. He had already experienced the Domain twice, and his intuition told him that this time it wouldn't be so simple.