"Oh...forget it, the matter has come to this, there is no use thinking about it anymore."

Zhang Feng sighed and focused his attention on the shotgun again.

From just now, he had a vague feeling that something was wrong.

Let’s not talk about why he happened to meet the black-clad employees and the ghost boy at the door of the music classroom. Let’s talk about the charging speed of his shotgun just now... Zhang Feng had reason to suspect that there were other people around who were watching him.

.

Whether he was being careless or someone was really spying secretly, he would know as soon as he tried.

There is no one in front of him. Usually in this case, if he complains, the bullets will not be upgraded. If there are people around...

"Hey! Have you eaten? If not, give me a punch!"

As soon as these words came out, it could be said that the world was shocked and the ghosts and gods wept. Zhang Feng looked at the body of the shotgun that slowly turned white and blinked his eyes expressionlessly.

Okay~ There really is a pervert following him.

Sure enough, all this is controlled by someone!

Let’s just say, how could such a coincidence happen in the world? After I came out of the art museum, I finished beating my crazy bone, and when I wanted to go back to area A, I happened to encounter the music classroom. There happened to be a man in black in front of the music classroom.

The man in black happens to have the code of the man in black.

This is also a bit too coincidental.

It would make sense to say that all of this was guided secretly by someone.

It's a pity that even if Zhang Feng knew that he was being tricked, he could only follow the route they designed.

After all, these little brats are playing dirty tricks.

Now, there are only two roads before him!

The first is to solve the weird talk in the music classroom and return to Area A. The second is to ignore Yan Qianqian and Zhao Yijin in Area A and hide in Area B.

But no matter which path he chooses...the other party can adapt to the situation.

In other words, there is actually only one way in front of him - to return to Area A.

Otherwise, Yan Qianqian and Zhao Yijin will definitely die, and then they will be able to have an honest "one-on-one battle".

It was just a group of them challenging him alone.

But if he goes back... he will have to take care of the music classroom... With his current performance, whether he can return to Area A alive is a question.

Damn it, it would be great if Lu Zihang was here at this time, or in other words, they even included Lu Zihang? That's why they deliberately killed him...

Damn it, if you can't defeat it with force, you'll just play dirty, right?

Zhang Feng touched his chin and observed the surrounding situation calmly.

He wanted to try to detect some clues from the surrounding environment.

However......

There was nothing unusual in the dark corridor. Glass shards were all over the ground, and wood shards were mixed with countless pieces of blood, water, and flesh, making it look like hell. If his condition had not allowed him to do so, the weak Zhang Feng would have definitely escaped from this place immediately.

Will these guys be invisible, escape from the ground, or monitor remotely?

Hmm...it's a bit difficult to do.

But let’s lend him his ears first!

Zhang Feng calmly took off the clothes of the man in black and shook off all the dead insects and minced meat with one hand.

"Well...it really takes some mental preparation to put this thing on. Let me pray for a while and then put it on!"

Then, Zhang Feng recited the Great Compassion Mantra.

"Thousands of Hands and Thousand Eyes of Invincible Great Compassionate Heart Dharani Namo, drink Lodana, Duo La Ye, Na Mo, Ah Si Ye, Po Lu Jie Di, Shuo Bo La Ye, Bodhisattva Po Ye, Maha.

Satvabhaya, Maha..."

At first, the level of the shotgun bullets did not increase, but after Zhang Feng carried it for two minutes, the level of the bullets began to increase dramatically.

It was obvious that the people hiding in the dark were impatient.

After memorizing the Great Compassion Mantra for five or six minutes, Zhang Feng successfully upgraded his bullet to the full level.

Under an extremely resentful look, Zhang Feng put on his clothes calmly.

The sticky feeling of the blood seeping into his clothes and the remaining minced meat stuck to his skin, causing Zhang Feng to shiver subconsciously.

It was as if there were a large number of bugs crawling over his body bit by bit with hundreds of thin legs, and using their mouths to suck/allow his skin, making him feel as if he had fallen into a pit of bugs.

Feel.

Well, no wonder magical girls reject bugs. It turns out that this is how it feels to be touched by bugs.

After being prepared, Zhang Feng walked into the extremely silent music classroom with a gun in one hand.

Maybe it's because of the moonlight, but it's not very dark in the classroom.

After entering the door, Zhang Feng first scanned the music classroom with his eyes.

It was a very normal classroom with no tables. In front of rows of neat chairs, there was a piano with the front cover open, and behind the piano was a blackboard covered with music scores.

There's no blood, no strange smell, no skeletons, men in black, or any other damn thing.

The only strange thing is the mirror placed next to the blackboard.

Because his shoulders were so painful, every step he took was torture for Zhang Feng, so he slowed down his steps, walking step by step in a leisurely manner.

"There is nothing, not even a trace of terror... The only thing is the piano. Could it be that you want me to play the piano?"

Zhang Feng walked to the piano with doubts.

I saw a white note placed lightly on the black and white keys.

If you look closely, you will see that there is a piece of music written on the note.

"..." Is it possible that you want me to play according to this tune? After playing, the mechanism will be triggered, and after a clanging sound, a secret door will appear?

Zhang Feng then turned his head a few times and looked at the things around him. Except for a huge blackboard filled with words, there was nothing here.

Damn, you won’t really let me play the piano, right?

This is the hand I use to kill the enemy in battle! How can I sit here and write ink!!

Finally, Zhang Feng sniffed and sat on the small stool in front of the piano.

"Brother Piano! Don't blame me. It's all this damn fate that brought me here. If I offend you, then I can only offend you!"

Regarding music, Zhang Feng, who had already mastered nine of the ten apertures, confidently stretched out his left hand and placed it on the keys in an elegant manner.

His thoughts were flying, and for a moment, he seemed to be back in elementary school.

At that time, he was the mouth organ master in his class. When he played the mouth organ, his saliva and fingers could even interact with each other, forming a wonderful picture that ordinary people could not understand.

The piano... should be similar to the mouth organ... maybe?

As for the pedal under your feet...it depends on your fate.

And this music score, he could barely understand.

So, Zhang Feng tried the piano keys first, pressing the keys one by one from left to right with his nimble fingers, which produced a "beautiful" sound just now.

Then, with a smile, he put the shotgun between his arms and pointed the muzzle at the lovely piano.

He had already thought that if after playing a piece of music some monster came out to scare him, he would shoot the piano off.

"LaLaSoSo, DoReMi..." After a period of tinkling, gurgling and flowing music, the appearance of the piano changed a little bit.

I saw that after listening to Zhang Feng's "majestic", "sonorous and powerful" and "mellow and melodious" piano sounds, the piano vomited.

"???"

That's right, the piano in front of him grew a big mouth in Zhang Feng's shock and spit out a lot of flesh, blood and bones.

Two skinny arms grew out from both sides of the piano, and moved their fingers in front of Zhang Feng arrogantly.

The fingers that were so flexible that they could easily bring an untouched girl to bliss twisted weirdly a few times before pressing down on the keys of the piano.

"Deng~du! Deng! Da——!"

He crossed his arms and started playing music. As soon as he started, Zhang Feng had an ominous premonition.

He subconsciously retracted his arm and frowned.

After listening to it for nearly ten seconds, Zhang Feng blurted out the name of the song - "Black Friday?"

That's right, the extremely weird music, coupled with tunes that cannot be created by carbon-based organisms... Obviously, it is playing the "Black Friday" called the Suicide Song.

The reason why "Black Friday" is a banned song is mainly because in the many years that this song has existed, many people who have listened to this song have suffered from depression, schizophrenia and other symptoms to varying degrees, and many people have chosen

Committed suicide.

The suicide notes they left behind said that they really couldn't bear such a sad melody.
Chapter completed!