Xiao Chen did not dare look back. He only crawled toward the connecting door on all fours, and as he passed the front door of Class 7, Grade 2, he casually shut it behind him.
With that glance, he saw that the classroom had already sunk completely into a void-like darkness, as though thick black mud had been smeared across the entire room and was still flowing toward the doorway.
He was utterly at a loss, not merely because of the Burned Ghosts, but because of that unknown, uncontrollable fear.
There had to be a ghost of an extremely high level hiding in Building C!
But Xiao Chen also understood that their actions in Building B for Grade 2 had drawn out the Burned Ghosts, which were trying to consume it.
They could no longer return to Building A. Perhaps the ghost in Building C was their only hope of survival.
As for whether it would save them or kill them, that was no longer something he could afford to consider.
Xiao Chen turned slightly sideways, raised his elbow, and rammed the gap in the iron door with the help of his momentum. The whole door shook and let out a buzzing clang, but showed no sign of opening.
Something behind the door seemed to sway as well, followed by the sound of objects sliding down.
He adjusted his posture and slammed into it again. The iron door shook more visibly, but still would not open.
The anxiety in Xiao Chen's eyes deepened. He realized that the panic in his heart was easing, and even the trembling in his body was weakening.
That was absolutely not a good thing!
The thought nearly made him break out in a cold sweat. He hurriedly kept ramming the iron door while turning back