The smell of decay and rotten was spread all over the place, and the air that was so dry that it made the skin tighter it made him feel even more uncomfortable.

With the premise that his vision was squeezed to the same level, Fang Shenyan could only see a little blurry shadow.

He seemed to be in the school corridor late at night, with hard floor tiles stomping on the soles of his feet, and his arms seemed to be wiped by something.

A broken sound came gently, it was a pot of dead flowers.

What is more intense than rotten is the extremely dry air, which seems to be burned by an invisible dark fire, making the environment no longer livable.

"Dong...Dong..."

In the distance, there was a strange and unobstructed sound of knocking.

It’s not like the school ringing, but rather a sense of purification and silence when ringing wooden fish in the temple.

It’s just that it appears in a place that shouldn’t have appeared, and what it brings cannot be purification, only the weirdness under contradiction.

Fang Shenyan has been observing since he handed over the 10 gold coins and entered the entrance of the horror house.

The visual compression was too severe, so he used smell and hearing, but the environment here was even more complicated than he expected.

The strangest thing is that although he was the first to enter the Horror House, Chang Sheng, Li Guanqi and others have been following behind him.

Since half a minute ago, the messy footsteps behind have become less and less. Until now, he can only hear one footstep, that is himself.

Walking alone in the dark corridor where he could not see his fingers, he was not afraid, but he also took unprecedented attention.

His incredible mission experience, beyond the five senses of ordinary people, allows him to accurately capture the unusualness of this horror house project.

Without the blessing of the White-faced Ghost Mask, he is just an ordinary person.

Under such a premise, Fang Shenyan does not have any fault tolerance, and what he can do must be walking on thin ice step by step.

At this moment, a hand suddenly appeared without warning, and came up and blinded his eyes, and then dragged them hard.

Many thoughts flashed through Fang Shenyan's mind in an instant. With his ability, he did not expect the appearance of this hand.

This shows that the visitor is likely to be a ghost.

However, when he was dragged, he made another contradictory discovery.

The dragging force was not as strong as expected. It was just a little stronger. As long as he struggled hard, he could break free.

However, Fang Shenyan did not choose to struggle because he realized that the hand was stretching out from the left and dragging to the left.

In the blurry vision in the early stage, he could tell that he was in the corridor of a teaching building, with a windowsill with flower pots on the right, and a closed classroom door on the left.

Fang Shenyan didn't know who the "person" was, but through this action, he learned that this "person" had no malice.

"Sha!Sha!Sha!"

Just as he was about to sank into the classroom, a string of strange footsteps suddenly came from his ears not far away.

Those steps are by no means a living person, they are extremely dull and heavy, as if every time they land, they will cause serious compression to the floor, but this is just a specific description of the sense of oppression.

The steps outside are definitely ghosts, not just one, at least one pair.

Moreover, with Fang Shenyan's experience, he could clearly notice that just hearing the steps, and between a distance between him, his bones were a little weak.

This is a physiological characteristic that is only terrifying.

Fang Shenyan almost forgot this feeling. He had never feared anything, even if it was everyone, but this time he had no reason, and suddenly felt such a strong sense of fear after hearing the steps.

But even so, he still maintained absolute restraint and purity of his thoughts.

Before he was about to fully enter the unknown classroom, he pressed his right thumb firmly into the wooden thorn on the door frame, and pressed hard to pierce the belly of his finger.

A touch of blood has since been left on the door frame of this classroom.

silence……

The long-term silence makes the heart beat faster.

Fang Shenyan was pressed to the cold floor tiles, and his head seemed to hit something hard, and a burst of pain came.

But at the same time, the man who held his arm with one hand raised his other hand and pressed it on his heart.

He frowned, gave up struggling, and let his hand cover his heart tightly.

Outside the classroom, the heavy footsteps of "rustling" seemed to fall into his heart every time, motivating it to beat abnormally.

At a certain moment, the inexplicable sense of oppression and panic all came to this top clerk who was also in the first echelon of this top ten branches.

Even Fang Shenyan has an unrealistic association—

The steps outside seemed to be from the ferocious ghost messenger in hell. Instead, he became a wandering ghost. Once he bumped into it, he would be destined to be scattered.

When Fang Shenyan silently counted "4 minutes and 14 seconds" in his heart, the footsteps outside the corridor ended abruptly and everything returned to peace.

All of the fear and physiological abnormalities caused also disappeared in an instant.

The light source seems to have arrived at this moment, giving it a rare moment of peace.

Fang Shenyan used the gray moonlight that penetrated into the classroom window to confirm that the scene inside the horror house was dark.

At the same time, he finally caught the "person" who pulled him in, what he looked like.

This is a young man dressed in casual clothes. He looks not very old, only about 18 years old.

His beautiful eyebrows and eyes made people harmless, but he didn't know whether it was because of fear or something, his forehead was covered with sweat.

Through the details of the youth, Fang Shenyan could see that the other party's attention was always outside the classroom, and that kind of fear was even far superior to himself.

Before the young man could speak, he took the opportunity to look at his current location.

This is a very ordinary and clean classroom.

Obviously there are traces of people cleaning up here. The blackboard looks very clean at first glance, but if you carefully identify it, you will see scratches of rags and chalk dust in some places.

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Obviously, today's on duty student was not so "rules". After cleaning up, he left in a hurry.

The chairs were neatly placed on the desk, which was conducive to cleaning. There was no debris in the entire teacher's aisle, and all students' belongings were kept in the desk.

This is a very ordinary classroom.

And at this time, the young man finally spoke.

"Oh, fortunately you struggled not too strongly, otherwise you would be hit by them."

Fang Shenyan looked at the young man who was wiping his sweat, stood up from the ground, and asked in a low voice:

"Who are they?"

The young man came to the door with lingering fear, and replied vigilantly:

"I don't know who they are, but I only know that as soon as they appear, my legs are weak, and I just want to escape, and I don't dare to take a look at them."

A very reasonable and vulgar plot.

Fang Shenyan has heard of many low-level tasks, so he didn't bother with it anymore and asked:

"Who are you?"

The young man turned around and looked at him calmly, and said with a wry smile:

"My name is Gao Zhihua. I am a student from this school. Now I am the only student like me..."

Fang Shenyan narrowed his eyes slightly, pushed the glasses on his nose, and asked in a mysterious tone:

"You mean, there are no other students here except you?"

"It's not just students, there are no one left. Overnight, I am the only one left in the whole school.

Since yesterday, I have been trying to escape, but for some reason, every time I jumped out of the wall, I returned to Class 1, Grade 3 in Building A.”

Gao Zhihua added again in disappointment:

"Class 1 of Senior High School is my class."

Fang Shenyan walked around the entire classroom, touched the desk with his hand, and there was no dust, and asked casually:

"Are they all killed by the thing outside?"

Gao Zhihua took down a chair on the desk, sat down on it, shook his head and said:

"I said it and never dared to read it. How could I know what happened to other people?"

This student is not right.

Fang Shenyan could feel that there were big loopholes in Gao Zhihua's words, including his appearance, which was also very abrupt, as if he was suddenly inserted here.

Since he is a clue, he should have a set of self-contained logic.

"They are gone, why are you still here?"

The aggressive Fang Shenyan only asked three questions, but Gao Zhihua suddenly spread his hands and said something that seemed ridiculous on the surface.

"Brother, have you never played in a haunted house?
Chapter completed!