Chapter 185 Teacher Fang

 “Damn it! 11 o’clock!” Yi Chen burst out with the quintessence of Chinese culture.

Yuehen felt the environmental changes brought about by the instant of the dice, adjusted the gauze covering his eyes, and stretched his body.

 “Finally, I feel a little stressed, that’s what makes it interesting.”

 Just when the two of them took a step forward,

The postman wearing a tall hat suddenly walked across the fork in the road ahead, leaning on his cane and looking sideways at the two people in the passage.

“This is a very difficult course. I need to remind you that if you die here, your journey will end directly. And the side effects of death will be reflected on your original body. Try not to die as much as possible.”

 After giving these words, the postman disappeared from the fork in the road, and even his breath disappeared with him.

Yue Hen couldn't wait any longer, "William, hurry up and lead the way, the fun is about to begin."

"Um."

 The two people bypassed the final fork in the road and came to the final passage leading to the art hall. The gloomy undercurrent that permeated the place even formed the severed limbs and head of the plastic model.

They don’t block students,

Instead, he would reach out to help, or kick his back. Even the eyeballs hanging between his heads would keep giving signals, hoping that the students could go to the art hall quickly.

Stepping out of the passage, a miasmatic art hall appears in front of you.

A large number of model heads are hung on iron hooks on the top of the art hall. A kind of green candle is burning between the eye sockets of these heads, and the sound of burning flesh can even be heard.

 The miasma that permeated the art hall and the external passages also leaked out from between the heads of the plastic models, which was very strange.

 The surrounding walls are covered with large mirrors, similar to a large dance studio.

　　When the orphans gathered here looked at themselves through mirror reflection, they actually caught a glimpse of themselves being 'modelled', with the plastic structures of models growing on their faces, arms, legs and feet.

They were so frightened that they quickly touched their bodies, only to find that everything was normal, just an illusion caused by the miasma.

 Many orphans took out the filter masks they had prepared in advance and purchased at the canteen.

Yi Chen had immediately knitted a plant mask to filter out this strange-smelling miasma, and at the same time passed one to Yue Hen.

 The latter accepted it readily and even imitated a gentleman and saluted Yi Chen.

When the plant mask is put on Yuehen's face, it is immediately dyed silver, and there is an additional silver moonshine in the upper right corner, further enhancing the effect.

 The students gathered in the hall waited for a full five minutes but still did not see the teacher who came to class. They inevitably began to talk, and their originally tense thoughts also decreased.

However,

 Just at the moment when concentration dropped...click!

 The smooth floor beneath everyone's feet was instantly removed, and all the students fell vertically.

 Because the miasma was too dense, it was impossible to see the specific situation below. It was impossible to determine the height of the fall, and it was impossible to determine whether there was a smooth floor below.

Buzz!

A young grape with no limb structure, thin skin and tender flesh, and a small size immediately appeared on Yi Chen's shoulder. It was just a black ball of flesh the size of a tennis ball.

 Visual field of view increased.

Yichen immediately caught an iron chain hidden in the miasma, or an iron chain that was temporarily condensed by the miasma and connected to the top.

 The roots of the tender shoots in your hand will shoot out immediately! Although the number, toughness and hardness of the plants have declined, they can still barely pull the eight-year-old Yi Chen.

　　　哐丁!

 Grab the chain and stop falling.

Just when Yi Chen wanted to remind Lorian,

The other party’s own ‘Moon Eyes’ also saw through the miasma, and used the surrounding orphans as human flesh pedals to easily grab another hanging chain.

 Similarly,

There are naturally strong ones among the orphan group, who react quickly and grab the nearest iron chain. Some people even unfold the gliding film under their armpits, glide in the air for a certain distance, and then firmly grab the farther iron chain.

 Of course there are a very small number of poor guys who failed to react or were plotted by others and failed to grab the iron chain.

 Fall vertically.

Ah~ One after another screams came from the lower end, and the depth was estimated to be about fifty meters.

 When the miasma slowly dissipated, the specific situation below was fully seen.

Ten meters of spikes were inserted all over the bottom. There was no room to dodge. If you fell, you would almost die... In addition to the students who were impaled on the spikes, there were also the bones of teenagers with varying degrees of decay hanging on the surface of the spikes.

 After everyone hung on the chains for almost five minutes,

At the top of the art hall, the miasma produced by the burning model's head regrouped at the bottom, just covering the spiked area, forming a new floor structure.

 Only the level of the art hall has dropped by about fifty meters.

Everyone was still holding on to the chain, and no one let go.

 At this time,

Miasma gathered at the edge of the hall, and with the crisp sound of high heels, a tall woman with a long red skirt walked out.

 The design of the deep V bust structure and the model-level pace further highlight her figure.

 The impeccable shape and distribution of her facial features push her further towards perfection,

 But...she has no hair.

Not only the head is bald, but also the eyebrows and eyelashes are missing. Although such hairlessness makes the face cleaner and more perfect, it cannot meet the aesthetics of normal humans.

Even Yuehen squinted his eyes and muttered: "What an ugly guy."

Not only that, if you look closely, you can also see some details from this female teacher.

The red dress is not worn on the body, but is fixed with iron hooks on the shoulders and back, which are hooked directly into the skin.

 The high heels on her feet should be called "high heels" to be precise, because there is only a slender iron root inserted between the soles of her feet, and there is no so-called shoe part.

There are also a large number of white lines stitched between the ten fingers, the function of which is unknown.

 Move to the center.

 She looked up at the students at the top and began to introduce herself:

“Tonight’s talent class will be taught by me. Just call me Teacher Fang. It may take a long time, so everyone needs to be mentally prepared.”

 Teacher Fang’s last name and this image brought Yi Chen’s thoughts back to his life.

 In the former orphanage, there was also a teacher Fang who was responsible for teaching dance and piano. She was the highest-level art teacher in the orphanage. Only students with excellent ratings could enter her class.

Due to alopecia, Teacher Fang was born without hair, eyebrows and other hair.

　　Everyone will be a little scared when they first meet her, but after in-depth contact, they can feel her inner gentleness.

 Teacher Fang never punishes students. Although top students rarely make mistakes, there are still times when they do something wrong. Teacher Fang always forgives them and will not report it to the orphanage.

As a top student, Yi Chen was naturally one of her students, and even one of her favorite students... But as she got in-depth contact with her again and again, and personally guided Yi Chen's dancing and piano playing, things became strange.

Every night on the way back to bed from the art classroom, Yi Chen always felt like there was someone following behind.

As soon as you turn around, you will find Teacher Fang standing in the darkness, wearing only a white suspender skirt, smiling and waving to him.

Even if Yi Chen waved and responded, Teacher Fang would not leave and would follow him back to the dormitory.

As long as every art class is taken, the distance between the two people will be forcibly shortened, and the distance behind them will also become closer and closer.

Until one day when he felt something was not normal, Yi Chen had no choice but to find the "adoptive mother" he least wanted to face, Director Cao, and told him that he was being followed by Teacher Fang.

 The next day, Yi Chen was given a new art class. Director Cao, who was "eager to protect his son," even had a private conversation with Teacher Fang.

From then on, there was no need for body-to-body dance lessons, but painting lessons from a male teacher.

 However, when Yi Chen went back to bed from the studio every night, he still felt that there was someone behind him...

Even though there was no one behind me when I turned my head, I always felt that behind the wall at the corner, there was a bald woman, who was even covering her mouth and snickering.

 There is a similar feeling of being followed every night.

This feeling has never been absent. Even on the night when Yi Chen planned to escape, he still felt like someone was staring at him from behind, but he always kept a distance.

at the moment.

Yi Chen, who was hanging on the chain, looked at the 'plus version' of Teacher Fang again.

 When looking at the other person's cracked smile, the uncomfortable and weird feeling returned again...

 (End of this chapter)