There were hurried footsteps outside the last classroom, and there were clumps of black debris approaching from outside the burned window frame, which looked like a pile of black hair.
Han Fei knew the critical situation better than anyone else, and he made the decision to strike first the moment the body moved.
The sharp knife that became his companion drew a bright arc in the dark night, and the blade cut directly into the neck of the boy's corpse. But what Han Fei didn't expect was that the sharp knife seemed to have hit something, and it was unable to decapitate the boy's corpse!
There was a long wound on the neck, and stinking corpse oil and black blood flowed out from it. There was a crunching sound in the boy's neck, and the face that was burned by the fire and only a bloody hole was left.
Turn around and focus on Han Fei!
Without killing the opponent with one strike, Han Fei already knew what he should do.
He immediately retracted his hands grabbing the photo and the sharp knife, and backed away desperately.
The red ropes broke one by one, and the boy's whole body made a horrifying crunching sound. His head, which had been chopped off by Han Fei, was also repositioned.
The dead are moving!
The hill made of tables and chairs collapsed inwards, and Han Fei kept swinging his knife to create a way out for himself.
"Quick! Go help him!" Li Guoer was paying attention to Han Fei while looking outside the corridor. At this time, Han Fei was in trouble. She didn't waste a second and rushed to Han Fei immediately.
There are unknown things approaching outside. Xiao Jia's legs are shaking with fear. If he continues to stay here, he may miss the last chance to escape.
He glanced at the back door of the classroom, which was just around the corner, and then at Han Fei and Li Guoer. Finally, he gritted his teeth and ran to the pile of tables and chairs: "I'm really convinced!"
The tables and chairs outside were thrown away, and two teammates came to help. Han Fei escaped at the last moment when the hill of tables and chairs completely collapsed.
"Let's go!"
The table and chair where the boy's body was imprisoned collapsed, and all the red threads wrapped around it collapsed, and the suspended body touched the ground.
The sound of bones piercing the skin reached the ears of the three people. The body was shaking after landing. The skin on the child's back was exactly the same as that of a living person, but his face and abdomen were completely burned, and the wounds continued to worsen.
, there is a lot of black blood surging inside.
Han Fei was still frightened after crawling out. If it had been a second or two later, he might have been pressed under the desk together with the corpse.
The three of them ran towards the front door of the classroom with various things in their arms. Just as they were about to open the door, they heard the sound of banging on the door panel from outside.
The already severely damaged door trembled, and the door lock fell to the ground.
"There's something outside!" Xiao Jia yelled.
"Shut up! Follow me!" The black blood on the sharp knife in Han Fei's hand has not yet been wiped clean. He knows that he must not be blocked in the classroom: "Go downstairs! Don't worry about other things! Rush forward!"
The pile of desks in the center of the classroom could no longer trap the boy. Amidst the banging sound, an arm stretched out from the collapsed desk pile.
The back of the hand was pale, but the other side was covered with hideous scars from burns.
"Bang!"
The last red rope was torn off, the temperature in the classroom dropped suddenly, the dark wind blew up the curtains, and an indescribable stench spread around.
"Crunch..."
The head hung on the half-cut neck. The boy's body was like a spider, with his hands and feet twisted, and he emerged from the pile of desks at a weird angle that ordinary people couldn't do.
The bloody hole on his face stared at Han Fei, and there was a lot of black resentment sticking around his body.
"Walk!"
Han Fei kicked open the front door of the classroom. There were no scary ghosts outside, only a few black handprints.
In a critical situation, Han Fei himself was scared to death, but he did not lose his mind because of fear.
"The Blue and White cram school was formerly a black clinic. In addition to the boy's body, there is also a ghost who killed the boss and his family. The horror of that 'ghost' is definitely not as scary as the boy."
Holding a knife to clear the way, Han Fei didn't see the ghost who knocked on the door just now. When he ran towards the corner of the corridor, he accidentally discovered that there were severely burned classrooms on both sides. It seemed that there were still children in class!
Some neatly dressed children were sitting in their respective seats. When Han Fei passed by the window, the children who heard the noise all turned their heads and looked at Han Fei with their burned faces.
Li Guoer and Xiao Jia almost suffered cardiopulmonary arrest, but Han Fei found a long-lost feeling of being in the spotlight. He seemed to have been stared at by many cold eyes before.
"People who have no stage experience will definitely be confused when they are suddenly watched by so many ghosts, but it feels vaguely familiar to me. I must have been more than just a doll actor in the park before, and maybe I have acted in other things."
When Han Fei and the other three ran into the corridor, the boy's body completely escaped the red line. He climbed out of the classroom at an extremely fast speed, got on all fours, twisted his body, and chased after Han Fei.
The temperature continued to drop. When Han Fei went downstairs, he looked back and saw that the boy's body was not big, but the black yin energy gathered around it was like a dark cloud, and the spells in the entire room seemed to be absorbed by it.
Seeing the boy like this, Han Fei couldn't help but say two words: "Resentment?"
Everything is the instinct of the body. He seems to be extremely familiar with resentment, so much so that the first time he sees the other person, his body reacts on its own.
Now Han Fei still doesn't understand what resentment is. He just feels that resentment must be much stronger than the several people who died in vain in the taxi before.
"The two are indeed not on the same level, but I feel that clowns and resentment are not on the same level either."
The burned building could not withstand the ravages of the boy's body, and there were cracks everywhere it crawled. When the children in the classroom saw the body appear, they began to flee in panic, and the whole building was in chaos.
"It's almost catching up! Why do dead people run faster than living people?" Xiao Jia was at the back of the team. He had the weakest physical strength. He was holding a wooden stick in one hand and covering his wig with the other. If he continued like this, he would be chased.
It's just a matter of time.
"Hold my backpack! You two continue down, I'll lure him away!" Han Fei held a photo of the dead man and slashed the boy, so the boy's main attention was on Han Fei.
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After reaching the third floor, Han Fei separated from his teammates. He asked Li Guoer and Xiao Jia to continue down, while he ran into the corridor on the third floor.
Without any hesitation, the boy's corpse chased Han Fei and entered the third floor. One person and one ghost walked through the dilapidated building, and the distance between the two became closer and closer!
"I will definitely be caught up if this continues."
Han Fei didn't expect that the other party would move so fast. What's worse is that the monster seems to be able to absorb some of the yin energy left in the building. The spells on its skin are becoming clearer and clearer, and it can actually do something on its burnt face.
A very human expression.
A charred face is grinning at you in the dark. Just thinking about this image makes your spine shiver.
"This is the third floor. If I jump from the window, I probably won't die. I remember there is a big tree planted in the north corner of the garden. If I jump directly to the tree, it shouldn't be a big problem."
In the process of escaping, Han Fei had already thought about his escape route. He simulated it in his mind and felt that it was completely feasible.
Staring at the window at the end of the corridor, Han Fei gritted his teeth and ran with all his strength. In this extreme desire, his running speed really became faster. It felt as if his once wasted talent was being used again.
excitation.
"I seem to be very good at night running."
Holding his breath, Han Fei locked onto the burned window. When he was about to get closer, he jumped up and prepared to use his own weight to open the window and jump out.
Covering his head with his arms, Han Fei stepped on the window sill with his front foot and hit the window without hesitation!
A loud noise was heard, and Han Fei fell backwards and rolled down the stairs.
The charred window seemed to be easily broken open, but Han Fei discovered the problem when he actually hit it. The guardrail on the window was completely burned, and there was still charred human skin on it. As long as a living person came close, it would be burned.
Strange black lines will appear on the burnt human skin.
"Is this whole building cursed?"
When a fire broke out, many people in the building were forced to jump out of the window. The tree in the distance became the hope of many people.
The window itself did not stop them, but the struggle among the survivors in the building meant that none of them could successfully leave through it.
When Han Fei fell down, he took a special look at the window. There was lingering resentment on the ordinary window frame, as if there were pairs of burnt hands hidden in the shadows near the window, ready to throw away his thoughts at any time.
Drag back those who want to escape.
"The malice in people's hearts is truly terrifying."
Controlling his body, Han Fei deliberately rolled himself towards the second floor. When he got up from the ground, the boy's body was almost on top of him.
Smelling the pungent burnt smell, Han Fei looked up and his pupils instantly shrank to a point.
The boy's body was on the third floor, very close to him. Looking up the gap in the stairs, there was another "corpse" standing between the sixth and seventh floors.
She was wearing a blue dress, and there seemed to be something written in her eyes. She was standing on the railing of the corridor with her feet on the corridor, her neck sunken into a large area.
"Blue skirt? White hat? This corpse looks like flowers planted outside in the garden."
The woman's body seemed to be hung in the corridor. Her face was expressionless, and there were many bloody fingerprints of children on the hem of her skirt. Those fingerprints gathered into a large black-red butterfly.
"Butterfly? Must be killed?"
As if feeling Han Fei's gaze, the woman's eyes moved in her eye sockets, revealing her strange pupils.
Before Han Fei could react, the woman took a step forward and the body fell directly downwards.
One boy was already difficult enough, and another boy would definitely be even more difficult to deal with. Han Fei was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest, and he ran decisively downstairs.
At this moment, he didn't care which floor he was on, or whether he would be injured if he jumped out of the window. He knew that if he didn't find a way to leave, his end would probably be a hundred times more horrific than death.
The windows on the second floor were badly burned, and there were no guardrails on many windows. Han Fei didn't even look back. He didn't dare to waste a second and rushed over when he found the opportunity.
This time he was smarter and didn't use his arms to protect his body. Instead, he took out the sharp knife and killed anyone who dared to block the way.
Stepping on the window sill, when Han Fei moved his body outward, burnt arms emerged from the gaps in the wall, as if preparing to pull him back.
Han Fei, who was well prepared, slashed wildly and jumped out at the last moment.
His body was blown by the cold wind. Han Fei tried his best to adjust his body, but before he was ready to fall, he saw another scene that made him extremely uneasy.
The boy's corpse actually jumped out with him!
"The ghost is still there? Will it never stop until it dies?"
Han Fei fell into the sea of blue and white flowers. He rolled on the spot to relieve his strength, and then ran away regardless of his injuries.
The blue-white petals stuck to Han Fei's clothes. Hearing the strange crawling sound behind him, he ran around in pain.
"Han Fei!"
Li Guoer, who left a step ahead, had already got into the taxi. She started the car and came to pick up Han Fei.
"boarding!"
With the boy's body in hot pursuit, Li Guoer didn't dare to stop the car and had to slowly speed up. Xiao Jia in the back seat opened the car door and waved to Han Fei.
With the hope of escaping right in front of him, Han Fei's potential exploded, and he got into the taxi when the boy's body was only one or two meters away from him.
"Bang!"
The car door was closed and Han Fei was sitting in the car, already exhausted.
It was so thrilling just now, he didn't even think he could escape.
"Li Guo! Drive faster! That kid is still chasing me!"
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The sound of impact continued, and the boy's burned face was pressed against the window of the taxi. But when it was about to enter the car, several pale arms stretched out from the top of the car and threw him hard.
aside.
The taxi managed to speed up, but the boy's body was still hot on its heels.
"Why does it keep chasing you?" Xiao Jia lost his wig and said against the somewhat abrupt Mediterranean Sea: "Is it because we took its things? In the movies I watched, it was like
Only by returning those things to it will the grudges be understood."
"It's not as serious as you think. I guess it kept staring at me because I slashed it and almost cut off its head."
Han Fei stopped continuing the topic. He took out the nine photos he found in the classroom and pasted them on the roof of the car where the face had appeared before.
"What are you doing?"
"It's hard for me to explain to you, so you'd better not ask so many questions." Han Fei stared at the photo. Not long after, something surprising happened to him.
The electronic watch in the car suddenly stopped moving, the struggling figures in the photo returned to normal, and faces began to appear on the roof of the car.
The difference from before was that these people's faces were no longer distorted and ferocious, and they even expressed gratitude to Han Fei.
"Number zero..." The cold voice in his mind suddenly sounded, startling Han Fei. He came back to his senses and listened carefully, but he heard nothing.
"I don't feel any malice from the deceased. This car seems to belong to me completely now. The nine dead people accepted us!" Han Fei was sincerely happy. He felt that the path he chose was right. Time will prove everything.