Is this class the one I should take?

late at night.

Recently, Lu Shubei always wanted to sleep late, so he found some games, such as the time-lapse machine "Civilization 6", but it didn't work, and his consciousness began to blur when it was around eleven o'clock.

While he was half asleep and half awake, three distinct ringtones came to his ears.He knew that he had to go to class again.

When he opened his eyes, Lu Shubei saw the familiar table.

It was a dark dark green small square table with peeling paint, and there was a mark carved with a knife on the upper right corner.When Lu Shubei came to class for the first time, he studied the word with messy strokes, and was disappointed when he found that it did not contain the word "早".

Later, he sat in this classroom frequently, but he didn't have the heart to engrave.

——This is not an ordinary class.

Lu Shubei raised his head and saw that the classroom was full of students.Single table, six groups and seven rows, a total of 42 people.But this time, he and his desk were placed in the last row on the left by the window.

By the window, it sounds pretty good, but when Lu Shubei turned his head, he saw that the window beside him was covered with wooden boards, and there was still some faint bloodstains on the wooden boards.Looking around, some windows were not sealed, but according to Lu Shubei's experience, there would be a grimace on them after a while.

Seeing such a scene, most people would have been frightened to cry or shout, but the "students" in this classroom were just sitting with pale faces and not saying a word.There is no other reason, only because those who collapsed and went crazy as soon as they entered the nightmare world have long been killed, and the bloody smell lingering in this classroom comes from them.

It can be said that those who can sit here are at least mentally prepared.Everyone didn't dare to make too much noise, and sat obediently, just like the eight characters posted on the front of the classroom said: "Study hard and make progress every day."

What they are going to learn today has been written on the blackboard: "The first lesson for newcomers."

Very beautiful chalk characters, but it makes people panic when they look at it.

At this time, the bell rang again.After the third sound, the door creaked open.

Lu Shubei followed the prestige, and saw that it was the bald old man who came in, with a book under his arm, and he walked in with a blank expression, without even looking at the students, he stood in front of the podium and read from the book stand up.

"Everyone, welcome to the nightmare world.

First of all, I need to emphasize to you that in this world, there are no monsters that you can kill with a sword or anything else, what you have to face are ghosts from traditional Chinese folk tales. "

When the teacher said this, a cold wind suddenly blew up in the classroom.Lu Shubei sat as usual, while some students lowered their heads tremblingly, just in time to face to face with the little devil's head in the drawer.

If it wasn't for the help from his neighbor at the table, he would have yelled and fell straight off the chair.

Fortunately, the cyan ghost's head just smiled, and then disappeared suddenly.

At this time, the teacher on the podium continued to read the book mechanically as if he hadn't seen the abnormality in the classroom.

For Lu Shubei, this was all the content he had heard before. What the teacher read was some common sense in the nightmare world, and some rules to survive in horror stories.When he heard these for the first time, Lu Shubei, just like these classmates, tried his best to stuff them into his mind, for fear that he would die unexpectedly when he left Xinshou Village.

But it was different now. Lu Shubei knew very well that he would probably never really get in touch with that nightmare world.He just came to take a class, complete a novice exam, and then he would wake up and return to his real world.

In the world he lived in, nothing changed because of this class: when walking at night, Lu Shubei would not meet a woman in red, and when going to the hospital, Lu Shubei would not suddenly get lost and go to the morgue .

It was as if he was a college student in the wrong classroom.After listening to a class of another major, he turned around and left without any disturbances in his life.

So Lu Shubei was very confused, why he had to be pulled here to attend lectures every now and then, is this the lecture he should attend?

Gradually, Lu Shubei's gaze began to wander.He looked at these new classmates of his, observing something.

As in the past, this time the number of men and women is still evenly divided, which is very well-proportioned.Many people's shoulders were trembling slightly, but they suppressed the fear in their hearts and listened hard to the teacher's instruction:

"Once again, after entering the story, don't take the npc's words seriously."

"If there are any taboos, or rules that you need to abide by, you must not violate them presumptuously."

After a few words, with a bang, the teacher knocked the book on the desk.

Lu Shubei stared at him: Here, the exam is about to start.

The teacher cleared his throat, and his voice was a little higher than before:

"Then everyone, take a break and prepare for the novice exam.

Please rest assured that there is a protection mechanism for newcomers in this exam, and there will be no deaths, but please don't be reckless, after all, there are still small punishments. "

When it came to the word punishment, the teacher deliberately emphasized his tone, and smiled slightly, showing his pitch-black teeth.

Then, under the panicked eyes of the students, he stepped on the bell and walked out.

There will be a 10-minute break between classes.At first, the classroom was still like a pool of stagnant water. Later, when everyone found that they could talk freely, the classroom suddenly became lively, and the chairs were pushed away.

Listening to these movements in the classroom, Lu Shubei's head began to ache faintly.

Really, he misses the time when we first met, when the classmates were still very reserved and polite.

And once everyone chats with each other, there will be more things.The clever ones hurriedly found their companions to form a group, and soon began to neglect those who were silent and seemed a little clumsy.

Lu Shubei was just here to attend the class, he didn't need or care to wade into these muddy waters, he lay lazily on the table with his head tilted.Seeing him like this, the people next to him didn't come over to talk to him.

No, there is one today.

Lu Shubei heard someone knock on his desk twice, he raised his head and saw a tall and thin boy about his age standing by his desk.

That boy was obviously not a sociable person, and his ears turned red after just saying a word to Lu Shubei: "Hello, I, I'm Sheng Zhiwei."

This was the first time anyone had come to talk to him.Lu Shubei was taken aback for a moment, and replied politely: "Lu Shubei."

After finishing speaking, Lu Shubei suddenly remembered that one of the taboos in horror stories is to say his own name casually, and regretted it.Maybe Sheng Zhiwei reported a fake name, and he was the only one who foolishly told his real name.

So Lu Shubei hurriedly remedied: "Losing is winning or losing, and Bei is North. My mother gave me this name for a very simple reason, that is, to hope that I will be careful in my words and deeds, especially when playing mahjong, so that I don't lose. You can't find the north."

With the same pronunciation but different characters, whoever wants to use his name to claim his life now should not be able to do so?

It's just that his sudden and bizarre explanation frightened Sheng Zhiwei, after all, Lu Shubei introduced himself in such detail as soon as he came up, which was really enthusiastic.

Sheng Zhiwei also wanted to introduce his name in a courteous way, but his name is really cultured, and he knows it well. Compared with Lu Shubei's intention of playing mahjong not to lose, he can see whether he is superior or inferior.He couldn't bear to say it, for fear of irritating Lu Shubei and overturning the trembling friendship boat that had just floated into the river.

Fortunately, the class bell rang in time and saved Sheng Zhiwei.

A gentle female voice came from the radio:

"Students, please go upstairs and prepare for today's novice exam."

Her voice was still gentle, but the six words she uttered at the end made people feel chilled:

"Watching Luoyin tour group."

The corridor looked like an ordinary school, with several dark, empty classrooms and several portraits of celebrities pasted on the walls.Everyone stood in line tacitly, and groped their way upstairs.

Once upstairs, everything changed.

The purpose of entering is the corridor in the old-fashioned residential building. The narrow iron gates of the households look a bit like the ones in Hong Kong and Taiwan TV dramas.The whole long corridor is full of life, and even has some sunshine, which is completely different from the dim look in the classroom.

Soon an old lady holding a little red flag appeared on the west side of the corridor and called them: "Tourist groups come here!"

The captain elected by everyone walked towards the old lady first, and as soon as he left, the newcomers followed in turn.When everyone arrived and stood still, the silver-haired old lady smiled and said:

"I think everyone has understood it before coming here. I still want to tell you that Guanluoyin is a bit similar to Xiayin. You must listen to the master and be careful."

After discovering that many people were still a bit ignorant, the old lady briefly introduced to everyone what Guanluoyin is.

Guanluo Yin is a spell in Chinese folklore. The mage will guide the person to the underworld to learn about his own destiny and communicate with the deceased relatives. This spell is very popular in Taiwan.

Lu Shubei has a few elder brothers from relatives. They like metaphysics. Lu Shubei learned something about it from them before. Among them, the thing that impressed him most was the Sanmao view of Luoyin.

It is said that the writer Sanmao saw her book of life and death in the underworld, which said that she would write 23 books in her life, but she only wrote [-] books at that time.

After Sanmao's death, her friend sorted out her manuscripts and books and found that there were exactly 23 of them.

Whether this is true or not, whether it is a hypnotic ritual or really entered the underworld, no one knows.However, some people do believe in this, and even formed a tour group to watch Luoyin collectively.

Like them.

By the way, can going to the underworld be the same as traveling?Lu Shubei glanced at everyone's faces, and saw that everyone had a calm face, and no one was full of expectations.

Suddenly, a gaze fell on Lu Shubei.Lu Shubei turned his face away, only to see Sheng Zhiwei was looking at him, squeezed over, and whispered to him:

"I've been in the vagina before."

"You'll be with me later."

This is really an astonishing discovery. I didn't expect Sheng Zhiwei, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, to have done such a thing. However, Lu Shubei didn't pay attention to it, he said;

"To go to the underworld, we each go our own way, how can we go together."

"Also," Lu Shubei looked worried, "I don't know if the price of the tour group we quoted is high, what if it's the nine yuan nine tour version... Hey, Sheng Zhiwei, did you bring any money? Is it enough to buy rough jade brand jadeite necklaces, bracelets, and farmhouse souvenirs?"