Class 2, Grade 3, Human Purgatory.
More than forty hanging corpses with broken necks dangled from the ceiling like a dense forest, their lifeless eyes staring down at an angle.
Bare feet of different sizes pointed downward, their blackish-purple toes all aimed in one direction—the platform enclosed by desks.
As for the severed head of the female teacher, its hair disheveled, it resembled a surveillance camera, its two albino eyeballs likewise trained on the platform.
The platform was the very center of the classroom, and at its heart stood Chang Sheng, killing himself.
Darkness that blotted out the sky and devoured sunlight formed the backdrop of this entire world of horror. A torrent of bloody light made Chang Sheng's twisted features look even more deranged.
After Fang Shenyan entered, neither the humans nor the ghosts noticed him. Everything seemed focused on the figure struggling on that platform.
Chang Sheng's circumstances before and after the event could not have been more different.
He was impatient and bold, reckless yet genuinely capable. When Li Guanqi, Chen Tang, and Ruan Zi met with disaster, he alone had survived this long.
But surviving was all he was doing.
Fang Shenyan, who knew nothing of what had led to this, was not attacked either. He stood at the scene of death like an outsider, entirely unaffected.
Behind him, the blind Chen Ping was still asking softly:
"I heard groans of pain. What happened here?"
Fang Shenyan had already begun circling the outer edge of the classroom, examining it closely. He searched for something among the densely packed hanging corpses.
"Can you hear me? Have we reached Class 2, Grade 3?"
The blind Chen Ping kept asking. She stood at the doorway, afraid to move rashly, yet sensed that Fang Shenyan seemed to be moving farther