This is a spacious room, it is dark inside, the moonlight shines through the windows, and from time to time you can hear the sound of insects outside.
Under the dim light, a grotesque figure swayed, and the shadow beneath him was stretched extremely long, making it look somewhat ferocious and twisted.
When the figure walked under the moonlight, its true face was seen.
Only a white skeleton was revealed, with a few taels of minced meat and a dozen flies hovering tirelessly.
It knelt on the ground and bowed a few times toward the darkness before rising to its feet.
The skeleton's walking posture is extremely rigorous, the distance taken with each step is just right, and the speed is neither too slow nor too slow.
It sat in front of the table, first lit the candle above, and suddenly the room was enveloped in light.
In the center of the room, there is a statue made of flesh and bones. The face is blurred, attracting a large number of maggots to gather on it.
The skeleton was sorting out the books on the table. His movements were serious and meticulous, as if he couldn't bear to destroy every page of paper.
After the books were sorted, the skeleton stopped, arranged his position in order, then stood up and came to a bronze mirror.
The flesh and blood on the statue began to flow like water, moving towards it, with internal organs mixed in.
The white-bone skeleton looked at the bronze mirror and penetrated its body bit by bit with flesh and blood, followed by its internal organs and intestines. This seemed like a normal move to it, but it seemed extremely horrifying.
After the muscles are worn, a piece of human skin is finally produced, which is also the most complicated for the skeleton.
The skin looked a little distorted because of the wrinkles, and it adjusted again. By the time its entire body was no different from an ordinary person, the sky was already bright.
What was revealed in front of the bronze mirror was a well-dressed, handsome-looking middle-aged scholar. Except for some bruises on his skin, there was nothing unusual about him.
After looking at himself for a while, the scholar nodded with satisfaction and took out a small box from the cabinet. He applied the white powder inside to the exposed skin, and finally sprayed it with perfume to remove corpse odor.
When everything was ready, it heard a knocking sound on the yard door.
The scholar walked out of the room unhurriedly and headed towards the gate outside the courtyard. As it walked, the powder on its face continued to fall.
"Is there anyone out to pick up the guests?"
As soon as Qin Bai finished shouting, Ning Caichen beside him couldn't help but cover his face. He looked around and saw the remaining people with different expressions.
A total of six people were standing at the door waiting, some old and some young, all of whom were scholars taking part in the imperial examination this time.
Their eyes glanced at Qin Bai from time to time, all with faint fear.
This is the first time I have seen such a tall scholar, and the aura that he exudes makes people feel suffocated.
One of them was older. He looked at Qin Bai with a somewhat impatient expression. Maybe he was a moral role model in daily life. He took a few steps and just wanted to step forward to say something.
At this time, Qin Bai, who was idle and bored, put his palm on the door. After exerting a slight force, there was a deep mark of his palm on it.
The old scholar swallowed, turned around and returned to the crowd. You must know that the wooden door is covered with a layer of copper skin, and it is difficult to leave a mark even if a heavy object is thrown on it.
Qin Bai felt that something was obviously wrong with this place. The main reason was that the place where the house was located was extremely remote, and most of the surrounding buildings were uninhabited.
And along the way, a few passers-by on the street looked at them with incomprehensible eyes.
Since the achievement says it's [Classroom of the Underworld], the people living in it are definitely demons. I just don't know where Ning Caichen found such a good place.
Qin Bai looked around and saw that this was an old house. There were stone lions on the left and right sides of the door. The gray wall tiles were three meters long and covered with vines.
This is exactly the beginning of a horror movie. The lighting and background, as well as the surrounding supporting characters, make it feel like the ending is complete.
While Qin Bai was thinking, one of the scholars came out and greeted him: "Brother Qin, I heard Ning Caichen said that you hope to be named on the gold list together in this imperial examination."
"I'll lend you some good words."
The man who came had dark skin, looked like a farmer from the countryside, and walked with a slight limp. His name was Zhang Zizhi.
He has been Ning Caichen's friend for many years, and he was the one who invited him to this club, which is truly the source of evil.
At this time, the door was opened from the inside, and a pale-skinned scholar appeared. Everyone except Qin Bai respectfully called Mr. Xu.
Mr. Xu nodded slightly and said with a smile: "Please come with me."
His eyes paused on Qin Bai for a moment, but quickly moved away.
Qin Bai and others walked inside, and the moment they stepped through the door, he felt something was wrong.
The temperature nearby dropped slightly, but only a practitioner with strong energy and blood like him could feel it.
The house was not small, but it was not taken care of. It was overgrown with weeds, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of leaves.
Ning Caichen was walking next to Qin Bai. He saw that the other party was empty-handed and still had a fishing rod on his back. He said a little helplessly: "Brother Qin, idlers are not allowed to enter the club. Why did you bring the fishing rod?"
Qin Bai's attention was not on Ning Caichen at all. He stared at the back of the white-faced scholar and replied casually.
"What you don't know is that it is not only a fishing rod but also a self-defense weapon. But when it comes to this, I think of the golden cudgel in Journey to the West. Early next year..."
Ning Caichen sighed. When he saw him starting to talk nonsense, he knew that he was perfunctory, and he couldn't help but regret calling him here.
"What's Mr. Xu's name?" Qin Bai came back to his senses and asked, pointing to the white-faced scholar in the lead.
Ning Caichen replied in a low voice: "I don't know the name, I only know the surname is Xu."
Qin Bai nodded slightly. In fact, Ning Caichen and others did not notice that he was taller and looked from above. The skin on the back of Mr. Xu's neck under the clothes showed a kind of corpse's purple color.
He was familiar with the records of human skin clothing and knew that it was probably because the human skin worn by the demon had not been well preserved and was showing signs of decay.
"We've arrived." Mr. Xu stopped and they came to a relatively remote house.
There are rockeries, ponds, and a sparse bamboo forest in the yard. Although no one has taken care of it for a long time, it still has a special kind of elegance.
"Isn't this place beautiful?" Ning Caichen couldn't help but say.
The corners of Qin Bai's mouth twitched, and his perspective seemed completely different from the others.
In his eyes, the bamboo forest was white in color. From a distance, it looked like human bones stuck in the ground.
