This operation deserved to be called digging their own graves.
The instant the front door of Class 1, Grade 3 was pushed open, Fang Shenyan and Chang Sheng rushed into the classroom, one on either side, with roiling darkness behind them.
Whether this operation succeeded or failed, everyone was now trapped like fish in a barrel.
Buildings A, B, and C had been completely overrun by the tide of charred ghosts, forcing Hao Zhi and the other two anomalous ghosts to flee outside, with nowhere left to go but Class 1, Grade 3.
As the front door opened, Fang Shenyan and Chang Sheng entered side by side. In the dim light reflected off the windows, they saw two people.
By the window, one person sat on a chair, while the other sat on a desk.
The light at that window was the dimmest, leaving Li Guanqi's figure somewhat indistinct. But a closer look would reveal little out of the ordinary about him.
Gao Zhihua, on the other hand, sat casually on the desk in front of him, relaxed and looking toward the front door. It was unclear whether he was watching Fang Shenyan and Chang Sheng or the ghost tide behind them.
The fact that Li Guanqi and Gao Zhihua remained so close to each other sent an unsettling signal.
Chang Sheng instinctively exchanged a glance with Fang Shenyan, each seeing suspicion in the other's eyes. Both immediately went back on guard, splitting left and right from the front door to put distance between themselves and cover more of the room.
Holding the Tape Recorder against his chest, Fang Shenyan glanced back at the ghost tide lingering at the doorway. After confirming that they had not immediately rushed inside, he turned his attention to the window.
By all rights, Li