I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

Rustle, rustle—

The sound of students moving in the hallway drifted in, but there was no conversation. Almost everyone was holding a book and studying seriously.

Occasionally, a few unlucky ones would trip because they didn't see the road clearly, but the people around them wouldn't pay attention to that person. Even they would immediately get up and look for the book that fell on the ground.

It's lunchtime now.

Dense crowds of students were crammed in the corridors, hallways, and the square leading to the cafeteria.

The atmosphere was still oppressively suffocating.

“Are we really not going to get depression after five days? I'm already a little irritable,” Tu Xingsun said to Baili Dao beside him in a low voice.

They didn't dare to talk too loudly either.

Although the surrounding students completely ignored others, after seeing Qing He Yikan's example, they couldn't treat these seemingly harmless students as normal people anymore.

There was some kind of urban legend mixed in!

The students passing by could suddenly explode and eat them at any time.

The most important thing was that they didn't even know what the trigger for the urban legend was.

“Do you think such generous rewards from a targeted instance dungeon are free pies that fall from the sky? The difficulty naturally increases,” Baili Dao sighed.

The basic reward was an ordinary piece of equipment.

The rarity of equipment was already better than ordinary items. The most important thing was that the rewards could be stacked, and there was no upper limit set.

That is to say, in theory, they had the hope of getting epic or even legendary equipment!

You should know that even the most trashy ordinary equipment in the outside world can be auctioned for a starting price of 100,000, and slightly better ones can reach millions.

For ordinary players.

Getting an ordinary piece of equipment meant a long time of worry-free life.

It's still that saying—the Spirit Disaster Game is very fair.

The difficulty of the instance dungeon and the generosity of the rewards are definitely directly proportional.

“Is Shigan Dang okay over there? Isn't he violating school rules by staying in the infirmary to take care of Qing He Yikan?” Baili Dao was more worried about his teammates on the other side.

After buying food, they sat at the dining table.

Looking up, they could see clocks hanging all around the cafeteria, and they could hear the noisy ticking sound every second.

They hadn't made any progress yet.

Tu Xingsun devoured his food and replied vaguely, “What else can we do? Are you going to drag him away? Forget it, those two lovebirds are all lovey-dovey. We should hurry up and find clues.”

It has to be said that the food in this ghost school is really good.

After all, considering that life-threatening way of learning, if the nutrition can't keep up, I'm afraid that many students would die suddenly just from staying up late and long-term mental stress leading to anemia.

This isn't the ghost school's mercy.

It just thinks that affecting learning because of nutritional problems is really not worth the loss.

“The problem is in this place. The small dark room can't be accessed for the time being, the art building can't be found, and the homeroom teacher's secret…”

Speaking of this, Baili Dao's expression was a little strange.

He thought of some bad things.

Then he sighed and said, “Didn't Shigan Dang say that the principal only trusts the homeroom teachers of Class Seven and Class One? He can't get away from the infirmary now, so I, who am in Class One, can only try to get close to the homeroom teacher Yao Qing.”

“But as soon as he came back, he was like he had eaten gunpowder. Before I could say anything, he pointed at me, who was messed up by Li Yang's explosion, and scolded me severely, telling me to go to the toilet and wash until I was spotless before I could enter the classroom.”

“Bro, it's like I've been cursed. I didn't do anything, but all the NPCs are targeting me.”

Baili Dao stretched his back, feeling extremely helpless.

God knows what Yao teacher ate to make his temper so irritable after going out.

Li Yang too, he exploded in place without saying a word, making him go to the toilet and wash for a long time.

Dong—

As the two were chatting, they didn't notice a student carrying a finished plate walking past behind them. Baili Dao's stretching motion happened to bump into him.

The plate then fell to the ground.

“Oh, sorry, I'll help you clean up,”

Baili Dao apologized casually, bent down and planned to help pick up the plates and cutlery.

However, at the moment he bent down.

A chill ran straight to his head along his spine.

As a veteran who had experienced several instance dungeons and reached Lv6, Baili Dao knew very well what this intuition meant. His whole body subconsciously dodged to the side.

Sizzle—

He reacted fast enough.

Even Sun Xinger, who was sitting directly opposite, didn't see what happened clearly. Baili Dao had already dodged three meters away.

But he still covered the position of his lower back, his face became extremely ugly, and his lips also turned pale.

There was a big hole in his school uniform, and blood was constantly flowing out of the wound in his lower back. The bright red drops were particularly glaring on the flawless white ground.

Almost…

He was almost cut in half!

“What the hell is this? Is it the urban legend ghost that Qing He Yikan was talking about?” Tu Xingsun also quickly approached to help cover him.

The student who had his plate knocked over just now had his skin torn apart in the blink of an eye, growing several blue tentacles. A ghost hand holding a craft knife protruded from his chest, a complete terrifying ghost.

It was that craft knife that easily pierced Baili Dao's lower back.

The most bizarre thing was that none of the students eating around raised their heads to look at this horrifying ghost.

They were still chewing food in their mouths, reading various exercise books with rapt attention.

“Color… you have his color… where did you put him…”

The ghost mumbled something.

Before the two could figure out what this meant, the other party suddenly roared and waved its tentacles towards them.

Baili Dao gritted his teeth and took out a band-aid from his pocket, sticking it on the hideous wound on his lower back.

The wound, which was almost three fingers wide, actually healed at a speed visible to the naked eye under this small band-aid!

Obviously, this was an item.

“Run! Go to the teaching building and run to the homeroom teacher's office!” Baili Dao made a decisive decision.

It was obviously foolish to fight head-on.

Everyone had witnessed Qing He Yikan's fate.

The best way must be to find the homeroom teacher. The other party would definitely not allow this urban legend to kill them recklessly.

After all, their current identity was students.

And they were students who hadn't violated school rules and whose grades were considered good.

The ghost school, in a sense, was quite biased towards students with excellent grades.

Baili Dao also saw this from Yao teacher's attitude towards the widow, even if the other party threatened with words and seemed disgusted.

In fact, didn't he still let the widow go out to the toilet, and even gave him enough time to wander and explore?

The reason was simple—he was the first in the class.

“Crash! Crash!”

Various dining tables and chairs were overturned by the tentacle ghost chasing them, and all the soup was spilled on the ground. There were even a few innocent students who were cut in the neck by the ghost hand wielding the craft knife.

“Crap! This thing is contagious!” Tu Xingsun looked back during the escape and couldn't help but curse.

Because he found that those students who were affected and cut in the neck, who should have died, stood up again.

Their skin also began to tear.

Then, colorful tentacles emerged from their bodies, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.

The original calm and oppressive atmosphere completely disappeared, replaced by a terrifying hellish picture of demons dancing wildly.

“This is really Ghost High School now…”