Chang Sheng had already gone mad over here.
He could still see what was in front of him. The back door was only five or six steps away, a distance he should have crossed in the blink of an eye.
But the sheer strangeness of the situation had far exceeded his imagination, forcing him to not dare take another step forward.
All five senses remained intact, yet his head was no longer on his neck.
What kind of experience was this? Even he himself probably could not explain it.
In such an absurd predicament, Chang Sheng began spinning frantically in place. One hand groped at his empty neck while the other knocked over countless desks and chairs in search of his missing head.
Unlike Fang Shenyan, because he was caught in that mysterious and bizarre supernatural state, he had no idea where his head was.
But an obsession surged wildly within him—If I can't find my head, I'll die without a burial place.
Just as he sank into this vicious cycle of thought, an unbearably painful noise rang out in his ears.
Those waves of strange electrical noise were like steel needles stabbing into his mind, making his whole body tremble in agony.
He had no head, yet the sound still entered his ears.
This sudden stimulus instead restored a measure of his sanity. When he turned around, his vision was somewhat blurred, but he saw Fang Shenyan.
"I... I was wrong... Let... let the ghost go!"
"..."
Fang Shenyan's situation was also extremely chaotic, yet he could still hear Chang Sheng saying something to him.
However, at the back of the classroom, Chang Sheng had overturned a huge swath of desks and chairs.
That head had already rolled off somewhere. Fang Shenyan could only hear vague tones and had