"Baby, why are you crying? Do you remember what your mother said?"

"Baby, baby, don't cry anymore. If you have anything on your mind, just tell me."

Voices full of sadness and despair mixed with horrifying tones echoed in the corridor.

The passage to Area A is clearly within easy reach, but Zhang Feng cannot take a step towards it.

"Damn it, why are there restrictions?"

Zhang Feng reluctantly took back his feet and turned to look in the direction where the music was coming from.

It seems that he won't be able to get out until the strange story in the music classroom is solved.

Damn it, I want to see what the hell is stopping me.

Zhang Feng was so angry that he got fully armed and took out all the supernatural objects he was currently using.

The shotgun is slung behind his back, the hairpin is on his head, the wooden sign is pinned to his loose waist, and the rusty kitchen knife is in his hand.

This is the highest combat power he can currently achieve.

The Human Head Sunflower will no longer be usable in a short period of time, the number of uses of the Bracelet of Love has been exhausted, and there are only three bullets left for the shotgun.

I've also sent in the body-incarnation technique. He had used it for too long before, and his body probably couldn't withstand the power of the ghost possessing it again.

As for the peach wood sword, it is just a decoration without steps.

The only things left that can be used are a kitchen knife that can scare ghosts, a shotgun with few bullets left, a wooden sign that looks awesome but is actually useless, and a hairpin that can make people get drunk.

Hmm... there's also an eyeball that can seal ghosts.

Wow, thinking about it this way, I am really running out of ammunition.

The singing continued, Zhang Feng turned around and muttered the lyrics inexplicably while walking.

"I also had a family once upon a time, and my dear parents

One day my father was drunk and picked up an ax and went to my mother."

"Dad, Dad chopped me off many times, and the red blood stained the wall. Mom's head rolled under the bed, and her eyes were still looking at me."

Realizing that his voice overlapped with the singing, Zhang Feng subconsciously felt a chill on his back and swallowed the lyrics that were on his lips.

what happened?

Could it be that this singing voice also has a control effect?

Zhang Feng scratched his hair irritably. He wanted to cover his ears to block the influence of the singing on him, but he couldn't.

Without the guidance of singing, he had to check one by one to find the music classroom that appeared out of thin air.

"Mom and dad, why, why, and then dad asked me to help him! We buried mom under the tree!!

"Then my father raised his axe, peeled off my skin and made a doll, and buried it under the tree with my mother."

As he continues to move forward, a scary and dark nursery rhyme officially ends.

When the lyrics ended, he also discovered the so-called music classroom.

However, there is a small obstacle in front of the classroom door.

"Wow~Wow~~"

A baby's cry echoed through the sky, and his eyes focused on the source, and what he saw was a kindergarten teacher wearing a black uniform.

He was wearing a mask, his head lowered, and his gloomy eyes were cleverly covered by a peaked cap.

He was carrying four or five schoolbags with big mouths on his back. What could be seen was that the schoolbags contained not books, but meat balls with strange tentacles growing out of them.

Those meat balls have facial features, hands, feet, and even heads.

It looks... like a child who has been stuffed into a schoolbag.

Seeing this scene, Zhang Feng suddenly understood why the schoolbag was crying.

No wonder the schoolbag can cry and talk. In other words, the schoolbag itself is... a child?

Before Zhang Feng could think about it, several more cries were heard, and the sound was much louder than before.

This time, Zhang Feng's eyes focused on the hands of the kindergarten teacher in black.

Because in his hand, he was holding a child who was walking with birds under the moonlight.

The child was wearing nothing. A thick and still bleeding umbilical cord was connected to the man's navel. From time to time... the tube would bulge like a device for injecting eggs into a magical girl.

Eliminate.

Although the metaphor is a bit weird, the description is correct.

There is no doubt that this dead child is absorbing things from the man's body through the umbilical cord.

Look at the child's normal head and his slightly curled little fists.

Ah, what an unlucky thing it was to meet Guitan and the man in black at the same time. It was as unfortunate as a calf sucking milk and finding out halfway through that it was male milk.

Zhang Feng felt a little unbearable in his heart.

How pitiful such a young child is. He just wants to eat some offal. What's wrong with him?

Woohoo, I can only give him one bullet!

Zhang Feng was about to attack the ghost boy's body, but it was the first to counter Zhang Feng's method.

"Wow!!!!" The ear-piercing cry expanded several times in an instant, even shattering the surrounding glass and even the lightbulb above his head.

Under the dim light, the windows in the surrounding classrooms were all broken.

The man in black who was being controlled also started to move.

He stretched out a hand, tore open his abdominal cavity, took out the internal organs, threw them on the ground around him, and carefully stuffed the small child into his stomach.

Suddenly, the ghost boy who was crying like a sixty-year-old child suddenly smiled.

It smiled, with only one head exposed outside. It squinted its eyes and looked at Zhang Feng with a playful smile.

Tsk...Why are you still wearing a combined one? Are you a Gobao Special Attacker? And you still play mecha and fall into this category.

Beads of sweat flowed from Zhang Feng's forehead. In front of him were two ghosts that merged into one, and behind him was a blocked road.

There seemed to be no way out for him.

"Do you think I will be afraid of you if you drive a mecha? Come here!"

Having said that, you still have to retreat when you should. God knows whether it will suddenly launch some range-type attack and catch Zhang Feng off guard.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Zhang Feng's heart was beating violently.

He took three steps back and quietly watched the black-clad kindergarten teacher free his hands, straighten his body, and face the sky, as if worshiping the sky.

Then there was an occasional flash of light, his face at that moment.

That was a man who was so thin that except for the head on his belly, only skin and bones remained.

Because his figure has shrunk rapidly, the coat he wears looks like a rag hanging over him.

All over his body, the skin that was extremely pale due to the loss of fat and flesh stretched downwards, looking like an obese patient who had just had fat surgery.

"Go back to the teaching room quickly!"

As if it was venting its emotions, it waved its arm like a dead branch, and with just one blow, a large piece of the wall of the music classroom was broken into pieces.

The earth, stone and dust flew outwards without any hesitation.

It is no exaggeration to say that its attack is much more powerful than the crazy bone outside the teaching building.

Not to mention, it can produce such high explosive power with such a small body!

Zhang Feng took a breath of cold air and did not move even as the debris flying from the wall scraped his face.

"Roar!"

"Woo~"

The weirdo roared, and the schoolbag behind it began to murmur. It walked forward, and countless blood would flow from the soles of its feet with every step it took.

It is approaching the goal step by step!

"..."

This thing is too violent.

Zhang Feng really didn't expect that the combination of the strange stories outside the school and the evil forces in the kindergarten would unleash such terrifying power.

Zhang Feng held the handle of the knife tightly and stepped back under the gaze of the black-clothed kindergarten teacher. His fingers were so tight that they turned pale due to excessive force.

Hiss... what should I do, play hide and seek with him? Then wait until daytime to go to work naturally?

But this means that he has to leave Yan Qianqian and Zhao Yijin behind, leaving them to face the fake Lu Zihang and the danger from Class 1 alone.

They...can make it through.

It should be possible. After all, the fake Lu Zihang may not do anything to them, and the people in the first class may not attack them!

Everything was clearly caused by his own inner uneasiness.

Even if...it doesn't matter if I leave them behind.

Suddenly, Lu Zihang's face flashed in Zhang Feng's mind, and Yan Qianqian's face appeared again...

Ah, what on earth am I thinking? Not to mention Zhao Yijin, that insignificant person, Yan Qianqian is also in danger. He needs to work hard.

It would be best to wait until the moment they can no longer hold on, so that he can arrive just in time and make a glorious debut!

After all, who doesn't like to be a hero?

After thinking about it, Zhang Feng gritted his teeth, showed a ferocious face, and pointed the blade directly at the target!
Chapter completed!