Unfortunately, Zhang Feng still muttered about the perversion of the school, or in other words, he muttered about the perversion of the alien ghosts after the script collapsed.

"Hihhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

As a special scream that penetrated human ears resounded through the classroom, Zhang Feng subconsciously covered his ears.

The moment the voice penetrated his head, Zhang Feng felt that his head was about to burst.

He bent down, closed his eyes tightly, and clenched his teeth tightly, as if this would reduce his pain.

The pain became more and more intense, and I couldn't open my eyes. My hands and feet seemed to be tied up with ropes, so stiff that I couldn't move.

No...you must open your eyes immediately, otherwise...

"Zizi~"

"Um?"

The next moment, the harsh chirping disappeared instantly, and the physical pain disappeared, replaced by a subtle electric sound above his head.

The light bulb that was still working just now finally gave up hope after enduring the monster's roar.

With a "pop!", the light bulb broke.

What followed was endless darkness.

When a person's vision changes from bright to dark immediately, the brain will become confused unconsciously.

Zhang Feng is no exception.

He raised his head uncontrollably, looked at the ceiling, and then looked ahead nervously.

Of course, the reason why Zhang Feng could still observe the classroom environment was because his surroundings were not that dark.

After all... his flashlight is still working, isn't it?

"..."

"Click...click."

The button on the flashlight is opening and closing automatically, and the weak light flickers on and off, like a fully automatic washing machine that has malfunctioned.

Zhang Feng's eyes slowly looked forward along with the light that was better than nothing.

Fortunately, what worried him most did not happen.

The mannequin was still standing there. It was like an old robot that could not move. While its arms were hanging down rigidly, its legs were stiffly spread out.

It seemed that the roar just now was just Zhang Feng's fantasy.

The strong smell of blood inevitably entered the nose, and the blood-red mist, illuminated by the lights, gave the classroom a slightly strange and mysterious feel.

At a glance, the classroom was hazy, and everything could be seen, but nothing could be seen clearly.

After experiencing many scripts, Zhang Feng has developed an indescribable sixth sense.

His back began to itch and his neck began to feel cold, as if someone was watching him from behind, reminding him to look back quickly.

But behind him is the blackboard, and there is nothing else.

With no way to retreat, Zhang Feng had no choice but to hold his neck, lean against the blackboard, hold on to the autonomously working flashlight with his hand, and at the same time stare at the mannequin with his eyes.

"Gudong——!"

The sound of swallowing saliva and the sound of heart beating sounded almost at the same moment. Zhang Feng's pupils beat slightly, and the strong uneasiness made his legs and feet numb.

Electricity penetrated from the soles of his feet and sent stinging pain to his thighs. His legs felt as if they had been spiked with industrial acid, sore and numb, as if there were hundreds of insects constantly moving in his body.

to be honest!

Zhang Feng also thought about simply throwing the flashlight in another corner to prevent monsters from following the flashlight's light to find him.

But such an idea only existed in Zhang Feng's mind for a few seconds before he rejected it directly.

Although the light of the flashlight may put him in danger, it can also allow him to grasp the enemy's movements.

In addition, the classroom was so eerily quiet that Zhang Feng could not confirm whether the mannequin would make any sound when it moved.

It would be fine if it could make a sound...but if its actions were silent, then Zhang Feng, who had lost his flashlight, would be the fish on his chopping board and could only be slaughtered by him.

Time passed by minute by minute, and Zhang Feng had no time to look at his watch. He just stared at the mannequin intently.

He had nothing in his hand, and if the mannequin attacked, he would have only two options.

One is to constantly move around it in a small classroom, and the other is to collide with it using close combat skills.

Compared to the latter, Zhang Feng hopes that things will develop into the former.

Just by looking at its face full of eyes and muscles dripping with blood, Zhang Feng no longer wanted to fight it.

Zhang Feng took a deep breath, and suddenly, the corpse beside him appeared in his mind.

What he is experiencing now should be roughly the same as what he endured before his death.

Fear, anxiety, accelerated breathing, rapid heartbeat, tightly holding the flashlight in my hand, and pressing my back tightly against the blackboard.

Physical strength is constantly being drained as time goes by.

The little sanity left in my mind was being eaten away by the eyes in the darkness that kept moving and finally focused on me one after another.

His body was shaking uncontrollably, his mind was filled with the fear of how he would be killed by the monster in front of him, and countless negative emotions crazily occupied every nerve in his body.

I just don’t know if that kid can use supernatural objects to resist. If he is as unlucky as him...then he will feel much more balanced.

"Depend on......"

After cursing in a low voice, Zhang Feng couldn't help blinking because sweat flowed into his eyes.

result......

What about mannequins?

When Zhang Feng opened his eyes, the mannequin that had been in his eyes disappeared.

"call--!"

He felt an inexplicable airflow in his ears, making his ears not covered by the mask itch slightly.

At this moment! Zhang Feng's eyes widened and he squatted down without hesitation.

The bloody fist grazed Zhang Feng's scalp and hit the desk blocking him.

The cold blood flowed into the sight hole along the mask and stuck to Zhang Feng's skin. The narrow sight area only reflected the desk that was knocked away by a punch and disintegrated instantly after hitting the wall.

The sound of splintering wood made Zhang Feng feel close at hand even though it was far away.

Without thinking, Zhang Feng rolled forward and fell into the blood in front of him. Strangely, the blood flowing on the ground seemed to be alive and was not stuck to his clothes at all.

In the process of rolling, he looked towards the original place, and he only saw a pair of big feet standing on the podium.

What's even more frightening is that those big feet only appeared for a moment and then disappeared from his sight again.

"Crack."

The sound of wooden boards being trampled to pieces reached Zhang Feng's right ear.

After the roll was over, Zhang Feng picked up the chair next to him and threw it to his right side without thinking.

The wood suddenly shattered and decomposed in mid-air, but there was no doubt that it successfully hit the human model.

When the flashlight was swept away, the mannequin that was hit staggered back a few steps without making any sound.

At the same time, Zhang Feng also noticed that his actions did not make a single sound.

In other words...living things cannot make sounds, only dead things can.

No...that voice just now?

Is it possible that this classroom can hide the sounds produced by the movements of living creatures?

Or is it all his imagination? In fact, he didn't speak...

It's a bit confusing. He clearly feels that he can speak, but why does he feel unreal...

Forget it, let’s deal with the monster in front of us first.

With the help of the weak light, Zhang Feng quickly stepped forward and hit the mannequin in the chest with an elbow while it was not able to stabilize its body.

However, his vigorous blow was wrapped in the sudden eruption of blood, which easily neutralized his strength.

This method is very familiar to Zhang Feng. When Lin Yi used black mist to protect him, it was very different from what this blood did.

It's now difficult to deal with it. He can't fight or run away. Could it be that he can only be beaten passively?

When the attack failed, Zhang Feng immediately retreated.

He took three steps back but accidentally bumped into the experimental table.

His lower back was hit by the edge of the table, and the pain made him stop retreating.

Just when Zhang Feng wanted to rush to the side to avoid the counterattack from the mannequin, his leg was actually tangled in the seemingly harmless blood under his feet.

"???" can you still play like this? It made me relax my vigilance at first, and then suddenly attacked?!

Zhang Feng was completely stunned. He tried his best to pull out his legs, but he couldn't escape the blood that was binding his thighs step by step and was still heading towards his little brother.

Damn it, are these things still trying to do something bad to me???

Zhang Feng's head froze.

Before Zhang Feng could continue to struggle, he only felt his head being hit hard from behind.

As a result, he fainted directly.

The belatedly arrived mannequin stood blankly in front of Zhang Feng's body, tilting its head in confusion.

Fortunately, this did not prevent it from sending Zhang Feng to the west with one punch.

It raised its hand, and just as it was about to take action, the blood under its body suddenly attacked it.

The poor mannequin never imagined that the blood spurting from its body would actually betray it and attack it.
Chapter completed!