[Quick Transmigration] The hero's blackening value has exploded again

"It should be like this. I will lead the team, and everyone will follow me." Ye Zicheng urged, "Remember that we all walk against the wall on the right, and anyone who falls behind must speak up as soon as possible."

They began to explore the way in the dark.

Losing all light sources, every time I fall, I feel extremely frightened.Fortunately, they didn't walk for too long, and Ye Zicheng, who was at the front, bumped into something, and made a sound of "orbit".

"Ah!" Lin Xiaochi cried out in fright.

"Shh, don't panic, I seem to have bumped into an iron gate." Ye Zicheng said softly to Zhou Jiale again, "Bai Mo, let me let you go for a while, can you hold on to the corner of my clothes?"

Zhou Jiale: "Yes."

Ye Zicheng touched with both hands: "I have touched the lock, but it seems that I can't open it. I will knock on the door and try."

"Boom!"

The knock on the iron door echoed, and they got other responses.

"Here it comes! Stop knocking."

There was a voice behind the iron door, followed by the soft knock of the key.

"Cracking__" the rusty door hinge made the sound of acid teeth.

The moment the light source appeared, the coldness on Zhou Jiale's side disappeared, and the young man who had been clasping his hand left.

The light from the flashlight came over and illuminated the face of the visitor.He was wearing a security suit and had an ordinary face, but in this environment, there was an indescribable weirdness.

"You are the new students, right? It's so late at night, it's really hard to sleep well."

Ye Zicheng adapted to the role very quickly, and said with a smile: "Hi, sir, I'm sorry to disturb your rest."

"Okay, come in quickly, it's not safe at night." The uncle stepped back a few steps, and when they all came in, he locked the door again, "Come with me."

Although only the flashlight in my grandfather's hand was the source of light, I could see the road clearly.

Ye Zicheng said: "Everyone follow closely."

The uncle walked in the front, scanning the corridor with a flashlight at most one meter wide, the walls were peeled off, and there were all kinds of ambiguous graffiti, which seemed to be old.

"You children of the orphanage funded by the school for free, the school only assigns you to live in the old dormitory with six rooms, and you can't live in the new dormitory with four rooms." The uncle said in a phlegm-like voice as he walked, " You follow me to the dormitory manager first, and she will take you to get supplies, and then you will be divided into dormitories."

Ye Zicheng's eyes rolled around: "Master, how many years have you worked for this school?"