"Fuck! 11 o'clock!" Yi Chen blurted out the traditional Chinese medicine.
Yue Hen felt the instantaneous change in the environment brought about by the number of dice points, adjusted the gauze covering his eyes, and stretched his body.
"Finally there's some pressure. That's what makes it fun."
As the two took a step forward,
The postman in a tall hat suddenly walked sideways across the fork in the road ahead, leaning on his cane and glancing sideways at the two people in the aisle.
"This is a very difficult course. I need to remind you that if you die here, your journey will end immediately. And the side effects of death will be reflected in your original body, so try not to die."
After saying this, the postman disappeared at the fork in the road, and even his breath dissipated with him.
Yue Hen couldn't wait any longer, "William, please lead the way. The fun is about to begin."
"Um."
The two of them bypassed the last fork in the road and came to the final passage leading to the art hall. The eerie undercurrent that permeated the place even constructed the broken limbs and heads of plastic models.
They don’t stop students.
Instead, they would lend a hand to help, or kick the student on the back. Even the eyeballs hanging between the heads would constantly signal the students to get to the art hall as soon as possible.
Stepping out of the passage, an art hall filled with miasma appears before your eyes.
A large number of mannequin heads were hung on iron hooks on the ceiling of the art hall. Green candles were burning between the eye sockets of these heads, and one could even hear the sound of burning flesh.
The miasma that permeated the art hall and the external passages was overflowing from the heads of the plastic models, which was very strange.
The walls are covered with large mirrors, similar to a large dance studio.
When the orphans gathered here looked at themselves through the mirror reflection, they actually caught a glimpse of themselves being "modeled", with plastic structures of models growing on their faces, arms, legs and feet.
They were so scared that they quickly touched their bodies, but found that everything was normal and it was just an illusion caused by the miasma.
Many orphans took out the filter masks they had prepared in advance and bought from the convenience store.
Yi Chen had immediately woven a plant mask to filter out the strange-smelling miasma, and he also handed one to Yue Hen.
The latter gladly accepted it and even saluted Yi Chen like a gentleman.
When the plant mask is put on the face with the moon mark, it is immediately dyed silver, and an additional silver moon mark appears in the upper right corner, further enhancing the effect.
The students gathered in the hall waited for five full minutes but still did not see the teacher coming to teach. They couldn't help but start talking, and their originally tense minds relaxed a little.
However,
Just when my concentration dropped... Cut!
The smooth floor beneath everyone's feet was removed in an instant, and all the students fell vertically.
Because the miasma was too dense, it was impossible to see the specific situation below, and it was impossible to determine the height of the fall or whether there was a smooth floor below.
Buzz!
A young Grape with no limbs, tender skin and flesh, and a small size immediately appeared on Yi Chen's shoulder. It was just a black ball of flesh the size of a tennis ball.
Increased field of view.
Yi Chen immediately caught an iron chain hidden in the miasma, or rather, an iron chain temporarily condensed by the miasma and connected to the top.
The tender roots in his hand shot out immediately! Although the number, toughness and hardness of the plants had decreased, they were still able to pull Yi Chen, who was only eight years old.
Bang!
Grab the chain and stop falling.
Just when Yi Chen was about to remind Lorian,
The opponent's own "Moon Eyes" also saw through the miasma, and used the surrounding orphans as human stepping stones to easily grab another hanging chain.
same,
Naturally, there are also strong ones among the orphans. They react quickly and grab the nearest chain. Some even unfold gliding films under their arms, glide in the air for a distance, and then firmly grab the farther chain.
Of course, there were also a few poor guys who failed to react in time or were ambushed by others and failed to grab the chain.
Fall vertically.
Ah~ Screams came one after another from the bottom, the estimated depth is about fifty meters.
Only when the miasma gradually dissipated could we see the specific situation below clearly.
Ten-meter-long spikes were inserted all over the bottom, leaving no room for dodging. Falling down would almost certainly lead to death... In addition to the students who were pierced, the surface of the spikes also had the corpses of young boys in varying stages of decay hanging on them.
After everyone had been hanging on the chains for about five minutes,
At the top of the art hall, the miasma produced by the burning model's head gathers again at the bottom, just covering the spiked area to form a new floor structure.
It's just that the level of the art hall has dropped by about fifty meters.
Everyone still held on to the chain, and no one let go.
At this time,
The miasma gathered at the edge of the hall, and accompanied by the crisp sound of high heels, a tall woman in a long red dress walked out.
The deep V-neck design and model-like steps further highlight her figure.
The impeccable shape and distribution of her facial features push her to perfection.
But... she has no hair.
Not only is the head bald, but there are also no eyebrows or eyelashes. Although this hairlessness makes the face cleaner and more perfect, it cannot conform to the normal human aesthetic.
Even Yue Hen narrowed his eyes and muttered, "What an ugly guy."
Not only that, if you look closely, you can also see some details from this female teacher.
The red dress is not worn on the body, but is fixed by hooks on the shoulders and back that hook directly into the skin.
The high heels on her feet should be called high heels to be precise, because there was only a thin iron root inserted between her feet, and there was no so-called shoe part.
There are also a lot of white lines stitched between the ten fingers, the function of which is unknown.
Move to the center.
She looked up at the students at the top and began to introduce herself:
"I will be in charge of teaching tonight's talent class. You can just call me Teacher Fang. It may take a long time, so you need to be mentally prepared."
Teacher Fang's last name and image brought Yi Chen's thoughts back to his past life.
There was also a teacher named Fang in the orphanage who was responsible for dance and piano teaching. She was the highest-level art teacher in the orphanage, and only students with excellent ratings could enter her class.
Due to alopecia, Teacher Fang was born without any hair, including eyebrows.
Everyone is a little scared when they first meet her, but after getting to know her better, they can feel her inner gentleness.
Teacher Fang never punishes students. Although top students basically do not make mistakes, there are times when they inevitably make mistakes. They always get Teacher Fang's understanding and the mistakes are never reported to the orphanage.
As an excellent student, Yi Chen is naturally her student, and even one of her favorite students... But as she gets to know Yi Chen more and more, and personally teaches him how to dance and play the piano, things start to get strange.
Every night on his way back to the dormitory from the art classroom, Yi Chen always felt like someone was following him.
When he turned around, he found Teacher Fang standing in the darkness, wearing only a white halter dress, smiling and waving at him.
Even if Yi Chen waved in response, Teacher Fang would not leave and would follow him until he returned to the dormitory.
With every art class, the distance between the two would be forced closer, and the distance behind them would get closer and closer.
Until one day he felt something was not right. Yi Chen had no choice but to find his "adoptive mother", Director Cao, whom he was most reluctant to face, and told her that he was being followed by Teacher Fang.
The next day, Yi Chen's art class was changed, and Director Cao, who was "eager to protect his son", even had a private talk with Teacher Fang.
From now on, there is no need to take dance classes where the body is pressed against the body, but to learn painting from a male teacher.
However, every night when Yi Chen returned to his bedroom from the studio, he still felt someone behind him...
Although there was no one behind me when I turned around, I always felt that there was a bald woman sticking to the wall at the corner, and she was even covering her mouth and laughing.
Every night there is a similar feeling of being stalked.
This feeling has never been absent. Even on the night when Yi Chen planned to escape, he still felt that someone was staring at him from behind, but always keeping a distance.
at the moment.
Yi Chen, who was hanging on the iron chain, looked at Mr. Fang from the "plus version" again.
When I looked at the other person's broken smile, the uncomfortable feeling returned again...
(End of this chapter)