Wang Da Chui's face was filled with shock. Before him lay a scene he would never forget.
The eerie classroom formed by Chen Ping's illusion, based on his memories, was now flickering violently. The scene, wavering between real and unreal, teetered on the brink of collapse.
Countless corpses suspended overhead swayed on thorns, and droplets of bloody rain drifted to the floor.
Clutching the lesson plan, Su Chenghe charged desperately toward the back door. Bubbles began swelling across all four walls, sprouting milky-white eyeballs.
At the podium at the front of the classroom, in particular, the chalk marks on the blackboard were fading. Countless tiny eyeballs gradually coalesced into one enormous eye, which stared fixedly at the humans and ghosts below.
"Go!"
Su Chenghe grabbed Wang Da Chui's wrist, and in a flash, they escaped the illusion just before it collapsed.
The change of scenery left both men dazed, their awareness briefly faltering.
When they opened their eyes again, they saw that the classroom of Class 2, Grade 3, once sealed off by walls of flesh, had been broken open across a large section.
Using his only remaining arm, his left, Li Guanqi held a broken piece of classroom furniture and kept hacking at the flesh, clearing a narrow passage toward the front door.
He was covered from head to toe in blood, shredded meat, and eyeballs. Buried in that bloody passage, he barely looked like a living person anymore.
Hearing movement behind him, he whipped around warily. Only when he saw Su Chenghe and Wang Da Chui did he seem to smile, dislodging more blood from his face.
"Come on! We have to get out of here now!"
Fortunately, Chen Ping had not yet been completely taken over by the parasite. Her illusion could hold out a little longer,