"Fuck! Eleven o'clock!" Yi Chen blurted out a string of curses.
Moon Scar sensed the environmental changes brought about by the dice roll and adjusted the gauze covering his eyes as he stretched his body.
"Finally, there's a little pressure. This is more like it."
Just as the two of them took a step forward,
a postman wearing a top hat suddenly crossed the fork ahead, leaning on his cane as he glanced sideways at the two people in the passage.
"This is quite an advanced course. I should remind you that if you die here, your journey will end immediately. Furthermore, the side effects of death will manifest in your original bodies. Try your best not to die."
After saying this, the postman vanished around the fork, and even his presence faded away.
Moon Scar was already eager to begin. "William, hurry up and lead the way. The real show is about to start."
"Mm."
The two bypassed the final fork and arrived at the last passage leading to the Art Hall. The sinister currents permeating the place had even formed the severed limbs and heads of plastic mannequins.
They did not obstruct the students.
Instead, they would reach out to push them forward or kick them in the back. Even the eyeballs hanging among the heads constantly urged them on, hoping the students would hurry to the Art Hall.
Once they stepped out of the passage, an art hall filled with miasma appeared before them.
A large number of mannequin heads hung from iron hooks on the ceiling of the Art Hall. Green candles burned inside their eye sockets, and the sound of flesh sizzling as it burned could even be heard.
The miasma permeating the Art Hall and the outer passage also seeped from the mannequin heads,