When the scar-faced man saw the teacher's sudden change, his heart skipped a beat and he was instantly alert.
The death of the tall and strong man reminded him that if he wanted to survive safely until the final exam in three days, he couldn't let the ghosts in this school discover his identity, and he needed to play his role well.
Forcing himself to stay rational, the scar-faced man stood silently by the wall in the back row.
Several hidden figures among the students trembled in fear, praying in their hearts that the ghost teacher would not discover them.
There is no doubt that these people are also players who have entered the game.
Huanxiao observed the classroom carefully. She found six or seven players alone, and the number of students in the entire classroom was about sixty.
...There are quite a lot of players this time.
Huan Xiao saw the ghost teacher walking up to the podium, and some of the ghost students began to sneak around and do tricks under the desks.
So, Huan Xiao lowered his head and opened his mobile phone from the drawer. When the classmates next to him saw this, they all took it for granted and nothing unexpected happened.
It can be seen that the teachers and students in this school are not in the same camp.
What caught Huan Xiao's eyes was a blood-red text:
Welcome to the ghost school, maybe you want to take the exciting final exam in three days? I'll take you back after the exam.
Huan Xiao: Thank you for the invitation, I don’t want to.
The task this time is the exam three days later.
However, the first thing Huan Xiao thought about was not what she would take the test for, but what she would eat in the past three days?
Will the ghost school have food that normal humans eat?
Putting aside his thoughts about food, clothing, housing and transportation for the time being, Huan Xiao opened the textbook.
The book contains ordinary high school mathematics knowledge, which is almost the same as that in the real world, but it is still different in some places.
For example, some changes in personal names and mathematical symbols.
But visible to the naked eye, this is indeed an ordinary mathematics textbook.
Do you still have to study even if you become a ghost? Are ghosts so curly?
There is her name in the book, Xiaohuan.
...It was actually the pseudonym she used in the last game?
Huan Xiao touched the handwriting on the book. It was in a dry state, and the handwriting was also hers.
This discovery made Huanxiao realize that the game has great magical powers. It is like a god behind it, able to control everyone's movements.
Weird game, who made it?
Huanxiao knew very well that this was not a question she could figure out now.
The classroom was dull and there were no lights on.
After witnessing the experiences of the three players just now, the remaining players in the classroom did not dare to whisper to each other anymore, for fear that they would be caught by the ghost teacher like a mouse.
However, just because they are well-behaved does not mean that danger will not occur.
The ghost teacher who was giving a lecture on the podium suddenly stopped and asked:
"Who can come up and solve this problem?"
The ghost teacher looked around the entire classroom. The people or ghosts he saw lowered their heads, for fear of being called out.
There was silence in the classroom for a moment.
Surprisingly, no one volunteered to answer the questions. No matter they were ghost students or players, no one dared to raise their hands.
Just when the players were speculating that this ghost would go crazy, the ghost teacher just shook his head and said:
"Gaoyang, come up and solve the problem"
"yes"
The scar-faced man walked up to the podium in confusion, staring at the mathematical symbols with a headache, unable to start writing.
What kind of talisman is this? He doesn't know.
He had returned the school knowledge to the teacher a long time ago. Wouldn't it be difficult for him to ask him to solve problems now?
Why do ghosts still need to study? ?
The scar-faced man hesitated for a long time, wavering between scribbling an answer and telling the truth that he didn't know it.
"Think carefully, this is what I just said."
The ghost teacher was still good-natured and guided the scar-faced man to complete the problem solving.
However, these words shocked the scar-faced man.
Could it be that if you write the wrong topic, you will die?
Yes, this is the correct way to open a horror game. Just now, he subconsciously thought that the ghost teacher was a gentle human being because of his disguise.
Is there anything more terrifying than mistaking someone for a human being when you know they are ghosts?
Under the ghost teacher's exaggeration, he almost forgot that this ghost just killed a living person not long ago, which is a taboo in the trick game!
The scar-faced man's hands were covered with sweat, and he felt his palms were moist, which made him feel even more tormented inside.
Seeing the scar-faced man holding the chalk motionless, the ghost teacher shook his head.
"Oh, it seems you didn't listen carefully."
It sighed regretfully, its tone still gentle.
It seemed that he was simply embarrassed by the scar-faced man's behavior of not listening to the lesson.
The scar-faced man felt nervous.
At this moment, an idea flashed in his mind.
He just needs to play the role of a good student. Seeing that there are so many troubled students in the classroom, it is normal even if he can't write the answer.
Yes, that's right, that's it.
As long as he answered honestly that he didn't know, he might be able to get away with it.
Thinking of this, the scar-faced man no longer hesitated and said:
"Teacher, I don't know how"
After saying that, he watched the ghost teacher's actions closely, trying to judge whether he had made the right choice just now.
As he thought, the ghost teacher was indeed not angry.
"Forget it if you don't know how. You are still in the learning stage. It doesn't matter if you don't understand."
When the scar-faced man heard this, he felt happy, it's done!
However, unlike the joy of the scar-faced man on the podium, Huan Xiao noticed that when the students under the podium heard the scar-faced man bluntly saying no, they gave up trying to fish and all looked at the scar-faced man with greedy eyes. man.
It's like, the picture they are looking forward to will appear later.
I saw that when the scar-faced man put down his chalk and was about to slip off the stage, the ghost teacher added behind him:
"But students who are not smart are definitely not in our class...you are also a mouse."
As soon as these words came out, the students who were close to the scar-faced man showed their true colors.
Festering wounds appeared under their smooth skin, as if they had been burned by fire, and there was no intact skin.
There were hideous scars all over the body. They swarmed up the scar-faced man before he could react and ate them into his belly.
In just a few seconds, the living person disappeared, leaving only a trace of blood on the ground to prove his former existence.
"Okay, the irrelevant stuff is gone. Let's ask a classmate to come up and answer the questions."
The ghost teacher raised a warm smile, but the players under its gaze felt cold all over.
Don't choose me, don't choose me.
This is the voice of all players.
They didn't expect that in just one class, two players would die and one player would go missing.
Such a mortality rate actually requires them to wait in school for the final exam on the third day? With such difficulty, can even one person survive in the end?
But no matter how they prayed, the ghost teacher still planned to roll call.
I saw it pointing at a woman among the players and saying:
"you……"
The woman being pointed at gritted her teeth, lowered her head and was about to cry.
"Jingle Bell"
At this moment, the bell rang suddenly.
