Class 10, Grade 3.
"Being able to have a smoke on a shitty day like this counts as stealing a moment of leisure amid the chaos."
Chang Sheng leaned against the window with a cigarette between his lips, speaking indistinctly as he looked toward the classroom before him.
Ruan Zi had been peering through the crack in the door, spying on the situation inside the classroom. The longer she watched, the colder her heart became, and even her hands began to tremble.
The situation in Class 10, Grade 3 was worlds apart from Class 2, Grade 3. The terror here was not even on the same level.
More than forty chairs were occupied by headless students. Their bodies sat ramrod straight, all facing the front of the classroom.
The scratch of pen tips against paper sounded more like blades scraping across bone, making Ruan Zi's bones go weak just from hearing it.
As for the students' heads, they had been placed on their respective desks. Rather than looking at the blackboard, they all faced inward, their gazes fixed on their own headless bodies.
The teacher on the platform was the true source of the chill in Ruan Zi's heart.
The teacher's limbs were intact, and her head remained on her neck. But a reflective shard of mirror had been embedded in her slender neck, throwing her entire head off balance and tilting it to the left.
At the joints of her limbs, countless shattered mirrors had also been embedded like silver blades in her bones.
Ruan Zi could no longer tell whether those mirror shards had snapped her joints or become the connections holding them together.
In short, both the students and teacher of Class 10, Grade 3 exuded an intense evil aura, bizarre in a way that made no