Latest website: Teacher Wang Chuqing doesn't like Han Fei very much. To be precise, everyone in the school doesn't like Han Fei. When everyone saw Han Fei appearing at the back door of their class, they all frowned, but they were embarrassed to talk to "checkmate" people" general knowledge.

Han Fei took advantage of everyone's mentality and took advantage of other teachers' classes.

There are a total of eight classes in the school. The teacher of class six, Xu Hui, was killed, and the teacher of class four was seriously injured in one eye. Except for these two, among the remaining teachers, the person in charge of class two, Ying Yan, was the one that Han Fei cared most about. .

This teacher seems to have a dual personality, one hiding in the shadows, the other as passionate as a flame. He and Gao Cheng are two extremes. He is very popular in the school. It is said that the principal admires him very much and has been cultivating him as his successor.

Han Fei stayed outside the door of the second class the longest. After Teacher Yingyan found Han Fei, not only did he not drive him away, but also smiled at him, indicating that he could come in and listen.

Even though Han Fei was thick-skinned, he was too embarrassed to enter the house, so he left after observing for a while.

In order not to affect the students in his class, Han Fei took his small bench and walked around the school, trying to find out all the secrets hidden in the school.

The daytime passed quickly, and when it was getting dark, a black modified car drove into the campus. Director Ya urgently called all the teachers to the conference room of the office building.

Dan Yan, the head of the fourth class who was seriously injured, was also sent by the doctor in the infirmary. In order to prevent the curse from spreading, he paid the price of his legs and an arm to escape from the dark building.

Among the seven teachers who are still alive, except for Han Fei, he is now the weakest.

After everyone was seated, they all stared at the empty chair at the end of the conference room, which belonged to the principal.

A cold atmosphere spread in the office building, no footsteps were heard, but the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.

A middle-aged man whose left cheek was bitten and disfigured entered the room. He had many stinking wounds on his body, like mouths that would never close.

"Principal, have you confirmed the location and route of this assessment?" Director Ya got up and helped the principal pull the chair away. Apart from respect, he looked at the principal with deep fear.

"It's confirmed, ready to draw lots." When the principal spoke, his mouth seemed to be torn apart. The wounds on his body and the corners of his lips had been stitched up with needles and threads. Without those needles and threads, his appearance would have been even uglier and more terrifying.

Taking off his black top hat, the principal sat on the seat in the center of the conference room. He took out eight identical envelopes from the suitcase: "There is a small problem in this assessment..."

"Are you referring to the murder of Xu Hui, the head of the sixth class?" Director Ya hurriedly said: "I have arranged for someone to investigate, and the results will be available within a week at the latest."

"It has nothing to do with him." The principal shook his head, he put eight letters into a black box, and then put the box on the table in the conference room: "This time, two classes will go to the black building for the assessment."

"Two classes?!" All the teachers changed their faces. The dark building is extremely dangerous. Let alone the students, even the teachers may not be able to come out alive if they go in. The person in charge of class four knows this best.

"I've worked hard to help you fight for it, but it's a pity..." The principal pointed to the black box: "Start smoking, at least you still have a choice."

The teachers looked at each other, but no one passed by.

This simple lottery directly determines the life and death of a group of students and oneself, so of course it must be extremely cautious.

"What are you waiting for?" The headmaster said with a gloomy tone. He didn't like those who defied his words.

"Hey, let me do it first." Shanyan seemed to be broken, and he asked the doctor to carry him to the side of the black box, and stretched out his only remaining arm: "There are only five children in my class now. If I won the black building, and maybe another class will go in with me."

The assessment is related to everyone's fate, even the fearless Yan Lan became nervous. She is not afraid of death, but she doesn't want the children in her class to be sacrificed in a dark building.

Scanning the crowd, Shanyan took out a letter, and he opened it in front of everyone, and inside was a blood-red bamboo stick.

"Red blood! It's the Red Mansion!" Shan Yan let out a long sigh of relief, and he slumped on the doctor's back, as if he was glad that he could finally live for a while longer.

Putting away the red bamboo sticks, Shan Yan finally showed a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, everyone, I robbed you of a spot in the Red Mansion."

"There are dangerous places in the Red Mansion, so don't be too happy." Ma Jing replied lukewarmly, his eyes were terrified, and the muscles on his arms bulged unconsciously due to tension.

"Don't make noise, the lottery will end before dark." The principal has been observing the teachers in the meeting room, watching the expressions of each of them when they are drawing lots.

The gloomy gaze swept across the faces, and the principal finally focused on Han Fei. The Gao Cheng in front of him seemed to be different from before, but he couldn't tell exactly what was different.

"I'll be the second one." Yingyan stood up, he was very calm, but the slight twitching of his pupils revealed his inner uneasiness, you must know that the black building is synonymous with death.

Reaching into the black box that can isolate perception, Yingyan took out a letter, he opened it, and inside was also a red bamboo stick.

"Morning Star Kindergarten in District B? The difficulty is relatively low in the red building." Yingyan looked at the writing on the red bamboo stick, silently put it away, and returned to the seat.

Two of the remaining six letters were signed black, and the teacher who hadn't yet drawn lots was serious, and he didn't dare to act rashly.

Seeing that no one moved for a long time, Han Fei stood up from his seat, but before he could smoke, Wang Chuqing, who was closer to the black box, left the chair. The teacher struggled for a long time, and finally went to draw the fateful envelope .

Putting a slightly cold hand into the black box, all perception and external means were useless, he stayed for a long time, and slowly took out a letter.

Outwardly, this letter is indistinguishable from any other.

Slightly trembling fingers tore open the envelope, and a pure black bamboo stick fell on the conference table. The small bamboo stick was filled with vicious words, and the horrible curse breath was released instantly after leaving the envelope.

"The black building in the third district of C-Xinhu No. 3 Mental Hospital!"

The scar on Wang Chuqing's face began to distort, and he didn't even have the strength to pick up the bamboo sticks. There is no level of difficulty for black buildings, because all black buildings are extremely dangerous!

"Take your bamboo stick and go back to your seat." The headmaster hated Wang Chuqing very much, and there was an undisguised dislike in his words: "Think about why you stayed here as a teacher in the first place, and look at your current situation." look!"

Slowly lowering her head, Wang Chuqing picked up the black bamboo stick and returned to her seat without saying a word. The veins on his arm holding the bamboo stick bulged, and the strength of his personality was unconsciously triggered.

The rest of the teachers were both happy and worried when they saw that Wang Chuqing was drawn to the black building, because this year was different from the past, there was a black bamboo stick among the remaining bamboo sticks.

Compared with the teacher, Han Fei seemed much more relaxed. Without hesitation, he walked to the black box and took out a letter casually.

Everyone stared at Han Fei, watching him tear the envelope bit by bit with wide eyes.

Han Fei was also a little surprised when the pure white bamboo stick fell on the table. He was always very lucky in the memory world of the shrine. The good luck blessing that Fu Yi gave him at the beginning seems to be rooted in his soul, and it can take effect in all shrine memory worlds.

"Bailou in District C 3 - Good Friends Supermarket."

They were both in District C, but Han Fei and Wang Chuqing's choice was like heaven and hell.

Holding the white bamboo stick, Han Fei felt his cheeks burning. The eyes of those teachers focused on him like knives, and there was even a trace of killing intent in Teacher Wang Chuqing's eyes.

"Director Crow, can the lottery result be exchanged?"

"No, go back and sit down." The principal tapped on the table, and he stared at Han Fei a few more times: "Gao Cheng, what is your current pollution value?"

"Thirty-nine, principal, I am in urgent need of ghost blood. If you have it there, I can exchange it with you at any price." Han Fei has master acting skills, and all movements and expressions are at his fingertips.

"God pollution will only turn you into a lunatic, but using too much ghost blood will directly kill you." The principal ignored Han Fei and looked at the next teacher.

The lottery is still going on, and every letter is an invitation from the ghost, and it cannot be changed after it is opened.

A few minutes passed, the lottery ended, and the last black lottery was drawn by Ma Jing, the leader of the third class.

"The lottery is over. In the next two days, you have to start targeted training for the students in the class to increase the probability of survival as much as possible." The principal put on his hat and looked coldly at the teacher in the room: "Don't make small moves , I don’t want any problems to arise before the assessment.”

Carrying the box, the principal walked out of the conference room, and the temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.

"Boom!"

Unbearable, Ma Jing slammed his fist on the conference table, screams came from the glasses he was wearing, and the figures of two hanged students appeared on the lenses: "One-in-four chance? How could I get black?" building?"

"Mr. Xu Hui was killed. I will lead the sixth class. Go back and prepare well. The meeting is over." Director Ya left with the red sign of the sixth class. Now there are only a few teachers left in the room.

"Actually, I really want to use this bamboo stick to make a deal with you, but the principal doesn't allow it in the school." Han Fei leaned on the chair, and the white stick was twirling flexibly at his fingertips. He almost told other teachers to come outside the school Made a deal with him.

"Yeah, you're going to die anyway, how can you get the most useful things to the people who don't need them the most." Wang Chuqing's face was very bad, and he wasn't in the mood to make a joke.

"We are all in the third area of ​​C, and I can help you when the time comes." Han Fei put the white lottery in his pocket, and "weakly" returned to Class Seven.

"Everyone be quiet." Han Fei put the white sign on the table and explained to everyone what happened just now.

After everyone understood everything, Han Fei walked to the seat of student No. 2: "What do you think we should do now to help us get the most benefits?"

"It doesn't matter whether it's a white sign or a black sign. Our biggest enemy now is not the black building, but the school." No. 2 sat on the seat, looking like a good student, but what he said was quite cruel: "I suggest that you use the white sign to exchange some things that you can't usually exchange, such as people's hearts and prestige."

"Then who do you think is better?"

"Right now, Teacher Wang and Teacher Ma are most in need of a free sign, but they have completely different personalities. Teacher Ma will probably choose to kill you after exceeding the psychological price, so Teacher Wang is more reliable." Number two closed The textbook on the table: "Teacher, you know what to do in your heart, there is no need to ask me. If you want to use this to bring us closer, then there is no need. Trust is not something that can only be obtained through relationships." .”

"That's right, why are you acting like a child, showing off after getting a little bit of achievement." Number four was even more blunt: "Besides, you got this result by luck."

"You brats, sooner or later, I'll ask you to call me teacher." Han Fei was not angry either. He could clearly feel through the conversation that those children hadn't resisted him before, and the cold and decadent No. 4 took the initiative Talked to him.

get out of class ended early, and Han Fei returned to his apartment. He waited until it was almost dark, took out his backpack and left the school.

Tonight, he will go to the Red Mansion to eat and find ghost blood, so as to completely get rid of the pollution of gods.

"Wang Chuqing told me the location of Ghost Blood~lightnovelpub.net~ If my prediction is correct, he should go to eat me tonight."

Going out at night is a very dangerous thing. Han Fei put on his peaked cap, distracted himself, and walked quickly in the alley.

After the disaster, Xinhu was re-divided into twelve districts, the most dangerous of which is District A, where there are a large number of dark buildings, treacherous buildings and forbidden buildings, and it is also far away from the school.

It took more than two hours for Han Fei to successfully enter Area A. There was no trace of human life here, and it was an area completely occupied by ghosts.

"Deep world? Is this the result of fusion?"

Just to get here, Han Fei had already used the coins of fate twice, and now his **** pollution index had increased to thirty-two.

"Shadows began to appear in the sight again, I'll go over as soon as possible." Han Fei put away the map and looked at the distant neighborhood.

High-rise buildings are woven into human beings' own cages. What flashes in the dark night is no longer neon lights, but will-o'-the-wisps and the eyes of unknown existence.