There are four classes every morning.
Generally speaking, the first two classes are arranged for the main subjects, which are Chinese, Mathematics and English.
In the next two classes, it is the turn of the associate subject teachers...
With the melodious preparation bell ringing.
When An Xin saw the teachers in the office leaving one by one with lesson plans under their arms, she hurriedly wiped her mouth.
I took out an art book from my desk and took it to class.
She just looked at it and found that the classes she needed to attend were marked on her class schedule.
She is mainly responsible for art teaching for three grades of junior high school.
There are 6 classes in each grade of junior high school.
Each class has one class a week, and she has a total of 18 classes a week.
[An Xin: ...It is too much to have such a heavy workload even in the horror world...]
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This class is for Class 4 in the first grade of junior high school.
An Xin looked through the art book while walking.
This book is filled with a strong ghost spirit. The lines of text seem to be Chinese characters, but the arrangement is very strange...
It looked so fierce that he didn't even know what was written on it.
An Xin was stunned for a moment before realizing that it turned out that ghost books were used here...
The so-called ghost book is a kind of writing used in the ghost world. It looks the same as human writing, but every word is actually reversed from left to right and upside down!
More importantly, the pictures in this book are full of blood and violence!
If a weak-minded human being keeps staring at this picture, he will soon lose his mind and become a fool...
An Xin sneered, this thing has no effect on her...
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At this moment, Wen Ling is in class in Class 2, Grade 3.
She read for a long time and felt dizzy.
However, she was smart and discovered the rules of the words here.
I just know that I know, but it is still difficult to understand!
So, she translated word by word, reading aloud involuntarily...
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This is a strange article, like the whisper of a female ghost in the dark night...
As she read, Wen Ling's eyes couldn't help but become confused!
Her eyes became empty and dull...
Slowly stretched out his hand and grabbed it on his neck!
…
"Just like that, she ended her life on that cold night!
She stretched out her hand fiercely and inserted her sharp knife-like nails into her throat...
He violently pulled out his throat..."
Wen Ling tilted her head and imitated the content in the book while reading!
She slowly walked off the stage...
Ten fingertips were also deeply pierced into his throat...
The students in the classroom who had their heads lowered suddenly became excited!
They raised their heads, their scarlet eyes flashing with greed.
The sounds of swallowing saliva also come and go...
…
The blood on Wen Ling's neck began to seep out bit by bit...
This also stimulated them even more. Several students couldn't help but showed their dead faces, and wanted to pounce on Wen Ling with ferocious faces...
At the back of the classroom, there were three Chinese teachers sitting there to listen to the class.
At this moment, they all became excited involuntarily.
…
Especially the language team leader, she looked at Wen Ling like she was looking at a plate of fresh salmon sashimi...
At this critical moment, Wei Zhibin couldn't sit still...
When Wen Ling came to teach in his class just now, he was stunned for a moment.
I didn't expect it to be such a coincidence!
But he didn't have a chance to talk to Wen Ling at all. He saw other teachers also bringing stools in to listen to the class...
It was okay at first, but gradually, Wei Zhibin felt that the atmosphere at the scene was getting colder and colder!
When he saw Wen Ling starting to harm himself, he realized something was wrong!
If Wen Ling was not interrupted, she would probably be eaten alive by these ghosts on the spot...
At that time, there will be more monks and less rice.
What if these ghosts’ appetites are aroused and they don’t have enough to eat!
Then wouldn't he be in danger as a human being present?
Wei Zhibin was very anxious, but he couldn't think of any good solution!
Finally, he was overcome with emotion, raised his hands, and shouted loudly: "Teacher, report to the teacher!"
Wen Ling paused for a moment, then slowly turned her head and looked at Wei Zhibin with no focus at all!
was interrupted...
The students and teachers around him couldn't help but become angry for a moment, and they all glared at Wei Zhibin.
[Wei Zhibin:...Oh Miga...
I'm so stressed! 】
Wei Zhibin stood up bravely and stammered: "Tell the teacher, I have a bad stomach..."
I need to go to the toilet! "
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After Wen Ling stopped reading, he began to wake up little by little!
She dropped her hand.
The stinging pain from the neck wound also accelerated her awakening.
Her eyes suddenly gained focus again!
"His!"
She couldn't help but take a breath, why did her neck hurt so much?
What happened to you just now?
…
The next moment she saw Wei Zhibin standing and winking at her, as if he wanted to say something but didn't dare.
…
Wen Ling saw the teachers sitting behind them looking livid and seemed a little angry!
I am also keenly aware that I seem to have fallen into their trap!
It seems that I was really careless this time...
She gratefully said to Wei Zhibin: "Go quickly!"
After saying that, he turned around and walked towards the podium.
He took the opportunity to secretly take out a prop from his pocket.
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Wei Zhibin saw this scene.
He thought that Wen Ling was not an ordinary person and must have a way to deal with it.
At that moment, I walked out of the classroom confidently and boldly!
He excused himself to go to the toilet and had already obtained permission from the teacher, so it was not considered a violation.
So he can leave the classroom with peace of mind...
[Wei Zhibin: ...let me go to the toilet and relax.
Sitting in the middle of such a group of ghosts, my spirit is tense all the time. It is really torture! 】
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An Xin walked into Class 4, Grade 1, and looked around...
Okay...
There are 45 students in a class, all of them are ghosts, and there is not a single human player.
At the moment they looked like they were laughing and playing and having a great time.
But in fact, pairs of eyes were staring at An Xin standing on the podium, with greedy eyes...
It’s nice to feel at ease too!
For her, this copy was no less than heaven!
After her cultivation reached the agility stage, she clearly felt that if she wanted to progress, she would need to devour even more ghosts...
At least...it would take about 100 imp-level ghosts to restore her to the level of cultivation in the foundation building period.
Originally, An Xin was a little worried. The last dungeon was so small that there were only less than 20 ghosts to play with...
If this is the calculation, how many copies must she run to devour enough!
But she didn't expect that God would really target her this time and actually throw her into such a large copy!
There are so many ghosts that it is impossible to swallow them all!
An Xin suppressed his excitement and tried to act like a frightened human player...
[An Xin: ...You must control yourself and swallow slowly, but you must not reveal any clues and scare them away...]
