The blood looked extremely tragic, as if something equally terrible had happened inside as in the corridor.

Looking at the silent dormitories, Su Cheng felt not only frightened, but also a little bit of happiness.

It seems that his previous choice to leave the dormitory and explore the school was the right choice.

Obviously, hiding in the dormitory is no safer than going out to complete the task.

I just don’t know how many anchors are still alive in this copy.

Wen Jianyan walked straight to his room.

The bedroom door was closed tightly, and it was dark and quiet inside, like a tomb.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, raised his hand and pressed it on the door handle, and slowly opened the door.

As soon as he entered the room, the bedroom door seemed to be controlled by some kind of force and slammed shut with a "bang"!

The deafening sound echoed in the empty corridor, making people tremble.

Su Cheng was shocked and turned pale. He hurriedly stepped forward, grasped the door handle and shook it vigorously: "Brother Wen, what's going on?"

Through the thin door panel, the young man's vague voice came over:

"The door lock is stuck, please wait."

The moment he heard the other party's voice, Su Cheng couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

As a novice anchor entering a dungeon for the first time, the sense of security brought by the other party is really precious.

I don't know when he started to trust this npc more and more, and even regarded him as his backbone without knowing it.

"Do you need me to look for the keys outside?"

Su Cheng asked.

"...Okay, sorry to trouble you."

Wen Jianyan leaned his back against the door panel, his Adam's apple rolled, and tried to answer in the calmest voice.

His eyes were fixed on the corner of the dormitory.

There, a girl wearing an old-fashioned student uniform was standing there quietly. She was facing Wen Jianyan, but her head was turned 180 degrees behind her, and her long black hair hung down on her chest.

It looks weird and scary.

Wen Jianyan heard the blood pounding in his ears, and his head felt dizzy under the excessive pressure.

Although this is not the first time I have experienced this kind of thing, my instinctive physiological reaction in the face of fear has not been relieved at all.

The female student with her head facing backward slowly raised her hand and spread her palm, as if she was asking for something from him.

"Have you found my face?"

calm.

This is the purpose of your coming back here.

Wen Jianyan warned herself in her heart.

He took a deep breath and said:

"yes."

As he walked forward, he reached into his pocket and touched the folded human skin painting with his fingertips.

"Give it back to me."

The female student took a step forward slowly, with a hint of abnormal eagerness in her voice.

Her head was still twisted back 180 degrees, and Wen Jianyan couldn't see her expression clearly. He could only see the long black hair floating on her chest with the movement.

……etc.

Chest?

Wen Jianyan was startled.

A thought flashed through my mind like lightning, tearing apart the dark sky in an instant, illuminating everything clearly and vividly.

In that human skin painting, Xu Yuan's hair... obviously only reached her shoulders.

Is it an omission in the copy? Or...

He took his fingers out of his pocket little by little, took a half-step back defensively, and narrowed his eyes:

"You...are Xu Yuan."

"Give it back!!"

The attitude of the female student in front of her became even crazier, and her voice suddenly became shrill, like nails scratching the glass with high frequency. The hysteria in it could almost pierce a person's eardrum.

"...or do you want to be Xu Yuan?"

Wen Jianyan breathed softly, stared at the other person, and slowly completed the remaining half of the sentence.

The other party suddenly stopped moving.

The air seemed to freeze in an instant, squeezing heavily, and breathing became difficult and laborious. The cold and cold air was sucked into the lungs, causing the body temperature to drop.

The female student slowly lowered her hand.

"Cluck...cluck..."

The sound of the neck bones twisting one by one was heard, and her head slowly turned forward.

Under extreme pressure, Wen Jianyan could feel his fingertips trembling slightly. He held his breath and forced himself to focus on the other person's face.

A pale and gloomy face turned around.

It was a face that looked nothing like the person in the painting.

She stared at the young man in front of her with her dark eyes, and the corners of her mouth widened, revealing a strange and terrifying smile.

Her face was 30% similar to the face Wen Jianyan saw under the bed, but the details were richer.

To be precise... the female ghost's mask-like face was like a poor and rough replica.

And the authentic copy of that terrifying face was right in front of Wen Jianyan.

"Kakaka-"

A sharp sound of metal friction sounded in the small bedroom, monotonous and permeating.

A utility knife was slowly pushed out of the plastic casing, a cold light flashing in the dim bedroom, and the cold surface reflected the gradually clear and evil smiling face.

"Hehe, hehe."

Her head was tilted as if it was broken, a nervous laugh escaped from her throat, and she walked towards Wen Jianyan step by step.

Wen Jianyan stepped back step by step, cold sweat oozing from his forehead.

His fingers were hanging by his side, already tightly grasping the life-saving tool he had just taken out of his backpack - the concealment robe, which could provide one minute so that he could not be found.

From just now, he has already thought of a way out.

However, the duration provided by the concealment robe is too short, and it is still very difficult to open the door and escape in such a short period of time, so Wen Jianyan must wait until the last moment before starting to use it.

At this moment——

"Meow."

A thin cat meow sounded in my ears.

Wen Jianyan was startled.

...Xiao Ju?

The next second, all the light disappeared, and only a bloody mass suddenly emerged from the darkness at a speed that could not be caught by the naked eye, and rushed straight towards the female ghost's face——

"Ahhhhhhh-"

A shrill scream sounded.

With this emptiness, Wen Jianyan quickly seized the opportunity, turned around and rushed towards the bedroom door!

The door that had been closed just now seemed to have lost its strength and was easily pulled open.

Su Cheng, who was squatting at the door, raised his head in shock and met Wen Jianyan who rushed out of the door.

At this moment, Wen Jianyan no longer cared about his cold and upright persona, raised his hand, grabbed Su Cheng's collar, and pulled him up:

"Let's go!"

Su Cheng stumbled and was dragged out of the house in a daze.

Between gasps for breath, he heard the "click" sound of a utility knife being pushed from behind.

The sound was getting closer, as if something was chasing after it.

Su Cheng suddenly felt hairy all over and didn't dare to look back. He could only keep up with Wen Jianyan as fast as he could, shouting in a broken voice as he ran, "Run to where!"

Wen Jianyan also shouted back in collapse: "Go downstairs!"

He doesn’t want to stay in this damn place for a moment anymore!!!
To be continued...