----B area channel----

After passing through the already opened door, Zhang Feng and Zhao Yijin stepped into the passage leading to Area B together.

Fortunately, they did not encounter any so-called hallucinations during the journey.

In Zhang Feng's view, it is just an ordinary long passage.

The only thing worthy of his attention is that the newness of this passage gradually changes.

As the light continues to dim.

At the beginning, the passage in front of them was brand new, so new that it was spotless without any dirt.

Then, the passage began to become dirty - dust, blood, and mud began to appear one after another. They were like tarsal maggots, clinging to the passage.

Eventually, the passage became dilapidated and dilapidated.

Rust and dirt mixed with all kinds of garbage or debris blocked the way of the two of them, as if they were deliberately preventing them from moving forward.

Unfortunately, such a small obstacle cannot stop Zhang Feng's love for work.

"Tsk..."

Zhang Feng moved his feet in disgust and quickened his pace.

Zhao Yijin was very disgusted with everything in front of her, and she didn't know if she had a deep mysophobia. In short... After she hesitated again and again, she stepped into the filth with an expression as if she would die for justice.

"What's going on with you? Weren't you walking quite normally just now?"

"Just now... I could move my feet, but now I can only step on them. Of course I will feel very uncomfortable..."

"I see."

Zhang Feng and Zhao Yijin chatted wordlessly.

It's not that he wanted to chat with her much.

However, in order to prevent someone from suddenly disappearing behind him, he could only confirm her safety through chatting.

Sigh... If she hadn't walked ahead to clear the way even if she died, he wouldn't have had to do this.

I really don't understand what she is thinking.

But what Zhang Feng didn't know was that as soon as he turned around...most of his doubts would be solved.

Because, Zhao Yijin was stepping on the place where Zhang Feng had stepped, avoiding as much as possible the contact between his feet and those dirty things.

In this way, it took the two of them five minutes and thirty-five seconds to successfully walk out of the passage and arrive not far from the gate of Area B.

When we arrived at this place, the messy and dirty things before disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed.

Zhang Feng didn't care about this small detail. He just slowly raised his head and looked at the door directly in front of him.

The huge wooden door more than two meters high was open. Even though there was no wind, its thick door leaf would make a "crack-crack" sound unconsciously.

The old and rusty hinges made the wooden door swing back and forth with all its strength.

Zhang Feng knew that they would be able to leave this passage soon.

They didn't stop and continued walking forward.

But for some reason, the closer Zhang Feng got to the door, the more confused his head became.

It was as if countless people were using an inflator to inflate his head... pain and swelling ensued.

His body was so heavy, as if there were huge rocks weighing on him, making it difficult for him to move even an inch.

"Huh? What's wrong with you? You...you have a nosebleed?"

Zhao Yijin, who had been following Zhang Feng, saw Zhang Feng stop without warning. She walked a few steps quickly and ran to Zhang Feng.

I saw Zhang Feng's chin...and bright red blood overflowing from the gap in the mask.

They dripped down drop by drop along the edge of the mask.

"Tick tock, tick tock."

After Zhang Feng heard the sound of water droplets falling to the ground, he subconsciously looked down.

The blood has been transferred to his clothes and is still "eating" the clothes.

The white collar has been stained red by his blood.

"Holy shit...it's over."

Zhang Feng almost immediately came up with the idea of ​​tearing off his own clothes, wiping away the blood, and destroying his body and all traces of it.

But he can't.

He could not overestimate the importance of numbered clothes. If losing the clothes caused more trouble to himself, it would be more than worth the gain.

Ever since.

Zhang Feng eagerly wiped the blood that was constantly flowing out with the back of his hand, trying to stop it.

However... the results were not great.

"What...what's going on? Let me help you."

Seeing how anxious Zhang Feng was, Zhao Yijin took out a few pieces of toilet paper from her pocket and tried to wipe away the blood dripping from Zhang Feng's arm.

"Don't move! Back away immediately and stay away from me."

Zhang Feng saw that Zhao Yijin was not afraid of death and wanted to help her wipe the blood, so he immediately stopped her without saying anything.

His voice was so loud that it startled Zhao Yijin who had just taken a few steps forward.

"Isn't it just a nosebleed? Why are you so excited?" Zhao Yijin, who was yelled at for his kind help, immediately felt aggrieved.

She stared, bit her lip, and clutched the toilet paper in her hand, not knowing what to do.

Isn’t it just a nosebleed??

Sister, if you knew how effective my blood is, you wouldn't think so.

Zhang Feng didn't bother to explain to her. He was just wiping the blood desperately to try to reduce the blood on himself. However, his technique was inappropriate and did not reduce the blood's invasion of the body. He also smeared the blood all over his private parts.

Half mask.

Unlucky... so unlucky.

If he was wandering around the teaching building with so much blood, would he really not be eaten alive?

"You really don't need my help? Your leopard mask is already covered in blood. If you wipe it like this, it will only make it messier."

"No, it's not that I don't want you to help. There's something wrong with my blood. Anyway, don't touch it..."

Before Zhang Feng finished speaking, a system prompt suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

After reading the text of the system at an extremely fast speed, Zhang Feng was dumbfounded... Not only him, but also Zhao Yijin on the side also widened his eyes in shock.

[Due to some special reasons, some ghosts went berserk in the passage from area A to area B, and a few rules were broken. We will take the initiative to fill the loopholes with ghosts from other scripts. 】

"..."

Zhang Feng moistened his dry lips and swallowed it together with his own nosebleed.

The amount of textual information in front of me is quite large.

Whether it's a small number of rules being broken, or the system actively filling the loopholes with ghosts from other scripts... Zhang Feng thinks these are nothing.

The information that worried him the most was that some ghosts went berserk in the passage from area A to area B.

This one...should, probably, seem, probably, definitely, was not caused by him...right?

"What...what is this, the content is corrupted?" Zhao Yijin looked at Zhang Feng blankly.

No matter how slow she was, she saw the system prompts and combined with Zhang Feng's words just now, it was not difficult to guess that this time the rampage was caused by someone.

"What's going on... we'll know soon."

Zhang Feng swallowed and silently took out the Human Head Sunflower.

This is his only ranged supernatural object.

Facing the attack of a group of ghosts, this kind of range-type supernatural object is most useful.

Of course, just relying on the wandering soul-level human-headed sunflower will definitely not do it.

Therefore, after Zhang Feng took out the human-headed sunflower, he poured the essence water into its mouth.

At this point, the human-headed sunflower that drank the essence water has been sublimated--

[Human-Headed Sunflower·Swastika]: A huge sunflower with a human face. It becomes more powerful after drinking the essence water.

When it laughs, it will resist the approach of ghosts below the black level for 10 seconds. The effect will not weaken with the time of use. After being used once, it cannot be used again for a short period of time.

Note: This supernatural object will disappear after the script ends.

ps: Take the move! This is my last ripple!!!

Number of uses: permanent (can be lost), type of supernatural object: dispersal, level of supernatural object: white-clothed level.

"..." Zhang Feng no longer cares about complaining about the upgraded human-headed sunflower.
To be continued...