"What choice do I have?"

"You can decide for yourself."

"Then I choose to throw away this pillow."

Before he could finish speaking, the priest threw the pillow into Zi Ting's hand.

Zi Ting: Confused

But he quickly came to his senses, his face immediately turned dark, and he looked at the priest with eyes full of hatred.

"It's your choice!"

"That's right, I'd better give this kind of thing back to you."

"Aren't you curious about what's inside?"

As if Zi Ting was deliberately inducing him, the priest suddenly felt the urge to take the pillow back, but he was not stupid after all.

"Not curious."

There's definitely nothing good in this. I'm afraid it's a scam to give it to me in such a hurry.

"Do you think I look like a fool?"

"All right……"

The pillow suddenly exploded, but luckily the priest had been prepared to get out of the way immediately.

The originally white pillow was actually filled with bugs, the kind of molluscs that were sticky and disgusting.

After the bugs exploded, they swarmed crazily along the pillow toward the person holding it, making the people below feel a little nauseous.

"Very good, Mr. Priest, you can go next!"

When he said this, he obviously gritted his teeth and looked at the priest as if he wanted to eat people.

Her body was covered with these bugs, and some even burrowed into her flesh, but in an instant they turned into blood clots and merged with her body.

These bugs were originally a part of her, and her own body had long been rotten to the point of disgrace.

The current body is a shell composed of these bugs. After all, this is reality. If she didn't have a body, she wouldn't be able to exist for long.

Originally, she wanted to let the priests become food for these insects. The smell of these people was very different, and it had a smell that fascinated her.

After hearing her words, the priest returned to his seat without mercy. Now he was sure that this girl might still be controlled by a bus or something.

Otherwise, with the rage of this kind of thing, would you still have a good conversation with him here? I'm afraid he would be killed directly.

You even play a game of answering questions in class with him, which is simply retarded!

This is probably why it became a dungeon, otherwise... just because their props can't be used, you will die as soon as you enter.

The female teacher above the podium returned to her original position, and the students below were all sitting upright.

It was as if I didn't see what happened just now, and there was no sign of even the slightest movement of my arm.

"Next, let's continue with our question selection."

The ground suddenly became shabby, and blood flowed from each student's feet and slowly climbed up the blackboard.

These are the blood that those students shed before. They were already dry, but now they are alive again.

Fortunately, none of them were injured and the blood bypassed them.

The students' feet were already covered in blood, and the wounds on their bodies that were no longer bleeding were opened again.

But with their amount of bleeding, ordinary people would have died long ago. This shows that they are not human!

Even though they seemed to be breathing, the priest noticed that their abdomens were still rising and falling with breathing.

The priest guessed that they might be a type of living dead.

The difference between that kind of thing and a person, otherwise these students would not be afraid of that "female teacher", or they would directly take revenge!

Because they had no other choice, they could only stay in this classroom forever, playing the role of "students" and welcoming people who entered the dungeon one by one.

However, the priest felt that this state should not last long, just look at the appearance of these students.

It’s not that easy to be a living dead!

The male classmate in front of me who keeps losing his head has picked it up countless times until now.

His movements became slower and slower each time, and now he could no longer lift his head. He had no choice but to put his head on the table and look at the podium seriously.

The writing on the blackboard slowly became clearer, and a question appeared on it.

[One day you received an envelope when you came home! Open it! It says: I'll come to your house to find you tonight...! You thought it was a prank so you didn't care too much! In the end, it didn't come! But it came again the next day.

Arrived! Still not here! I received it again on the third day! You were a little panicked this time! So you sat in the bedroom at night! Suddenly you heard your door open! You suddenly became nervous and scared! The footsteps were getting closer and closer.

! There is no knife or anything like that in your bedroom! How should you protect yourself? And you live on the 4th floor!]

Note: Please write your answers on the blackboard.

The female teacher read this sentence in a strange tone.

"I saw this somewhere. I wonder how the students would respond!"

Her tone suddenly rose and became sharp and harsh!

Every word seems to be questioning them!

The priest thought about how the female student died. Judging from the topic, they would not want them to jump down to accompany her.

"Everyone, please come back to this question!"

This time she learned wisely and didn’t ask them to answer one by one!

"Let's start with you!"

Morrie was chosen again...

Morrie: Helpless╮(╯＿╰)╭

Is this thing aimed at him? Gradually, he doesn't attract as much hatred as the priest.

When Mori passed by the priest, he put something on his table. The two of them had a tacit understanding, because the person in front put it away quickly and expressionlessly in front of the priest.

At the same time, he also gave Mori something, and the time it took for the two of them to exchange items was only the blink of an eye.

The female teacher above saw Mori coming up with empty hands, a smile appeared on her face, and the corners of her mouth were split to the roots behind her ears.

When you see Mori raising his hand, you have to answer the question.

"You need to use the same materials to answer the questions!"

"I know."

After saying that, he took out a pen and a small bottle from his sweater pocket.

The small bottle is only about the size of a palm, and there is not much liquid inside. The front part of the pen is made of hair, and there is a space for liquid at the back.

After filling the pen with paint, you can write. Mori poured the red "paint" into the pen and closed the cap.

There was a crisp click sound.

The female teacher next to her looked even more terrifying.

Mori's pen wrote a few words.

Back to bed! Sleep!

Since nothing happened to her the previous few times, it doesn't mean that the thing didn't come!

Considering that Zi Ting died by jumping off the building, it seems to be on the fourth floor. Anyway, jumping off the building is not an option, so go back to bed and sleep!

And since there were no weapons in the room, it also meant that she couldn't kill that thing. The best option was to stay quietly in bed like the previous times.

It is said that people who jump to death from a building will walk upside down with their heads underneath.

There was no description of anything about that room.

Then staying in bed is the best choice, but if he were in that environment by himself, he would have other ways to solve the problem, and he would never use such a passive method.
Chapter completed!