Horror Classroom

"You're really lucky then. I almost died." I frowned, the burning pain on my back still present.

"Escaping from Han Qianqian's grasp relies entirely on luck. One wrong step and you're dead," Li Tongtian looked at me, his voice indifferent. "But as long as we bear this scar, no matter how many times we escape, we'll always end up back here."

"Yeah, it's like a curse," I said, sitting down with a bitter smile.

"But as far as I know, Han Qianqian disappeared five years ago and has only reappeared now. Something must have happened in between," Li Tongtian said.

"She was probably sealed away during those five years," I frowned, recounting the coffin I had seen.

"So that's what happened," Li Tongtian nodded in realization, his gaze shifting to me. "If that's the case, the school must have hired a powerful expert back then to seal Han Qianqian."

"No matter who it was, Han Qianqian has returned. We must find a way to deal with her, or none of us will escape with our lives," Li Tongtian said, looking at me.

"Dealing with her is easier said than done," I shook my head, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "Besides us, are there anyone else in the school in the same situation?"

Li Tongtian was silent for a moment before replying, "Many. Most of those students who suddenly got rich are like us. They entered the Abandoned School. And many of them went in even earlier than we did."

He looked out at the sports field with emotion, muttering, "I really don't know how many more people will be dragged into this nightmare."

I felt a chill run down my spine. Li Tongtian's words made me realize that before us, even more people had died in the Abandoned School.

"How did you get into the Abandoned School?" Li Tongtian asked me.

I hesitated for a moment and told him the reason I entered back then.

Li Tongtian nodded, unsurprised. "My reason for entering was the same as yours. A classmate suddenly got rich, and out of curiosity, I wanted to observe him. As a result, I entered too."

"What happened to that classmate later?" I asked.

"He's dead. He escaped pursuit five times, but in the end, he couldn't escape death," Li Tongtian shook his head and sighed. "Escaping once or twice is nothing. The further you get, the more dangerous it becomes. Han Qianqian prioritizes hunting down the veterans."

"I once saw Han Qianqian ignore someone within arm's reach and charge towards someone hundreds of meters away. This shows that Han Qianqian also realizes that those who pose a real threat to her are actually these veterans."

I shuddered, finally understanding why Han Qianqian hadn't killed me back then but had killed Li Yuming. So that was the reason.

"Therefore, the further you go, the worse your situation becomes. So far, I've escaped four times," Li Tongtian said.

"I've also escaped four times," I replied.

He looked at me deeply and said seriously, "Then you need to be very careful. The fifth time is the truly terrifying one. It's said that very few people can survive the fifth pursuit."

"That's really a troublesome matter," I shook my head and said seriously, "Regarding Han Qianqian, the school has been very tight-lipped. To this day, I still don't know who caused her death, forcing her to choose suicide."

Li Tongtian nodded, his gaze on me. "I'll investigate this matter. The school's reaction has been very strange recently. Perhaps they're planning something. You need to be careful."

"At worst, they'll just expel me," I said dismissively.

I chatted with Li Tongtian for a while longer before he got up to leave. As he was leaving, he turned back and said to me, "If we get any more information in the future, we can share it. After all, our goal is the same: to escape Han Qianqian's pursuit."

"Naturally," I replied with a slight smile.

In the evening, I treated Wu Yong to dinner, ordering seven or eight dishes and getting drunk.

Wu Yong looked at me and stammered, "Boss, where did you get the money for such extravagant spending recently?"

"Don't worry about me, just eat with me," I waved my hand dismissively.

After drinking, I walked unsteadily down the street. As I passed through a small alley, the street was dark. I swayed and looked ahead.

At that moment, a figure slowly appeared. It was a person wearing a bamboo hat, dressed in black monk robes, holding a khakkhara in his left hand and a lantern in his right. He was walking slowly like this.

I glanced at him and said with a forced smile, "Where are you going to fetch scriptures?"

The person didn't answer and just walked past slowly.

But when I walked past, I was stunned. It was a monk with a pale face and white eyes; he was blind.

"Since you're blind, why are you carrying a lantern?" I asked him curiously.

"I cannot see, but all beings can see," the monk said to me.

"That makes sense," I nodded and was about to leave.

But the monk suddenly grabbed my hand, his expression becoming extremely solemn. "Where did you get this Bracelet?"

I was about to retort, but seeing the man's face, I blurted out for some reason, "I found it in a coffin."

"Is that so?" The monk released my arm and murmured, "I didn't expect that after five years, she would still come out."

Drunk and groggy, I didn't take his words seriously and just said, "This Bracelet is quite powerful, it's a Magic Treasure."

"It's useless. This Bracelet alone is not enough for you to deal with her," the monk shook his head.

"Then what can deal with her?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know either. It also depends on how far she has progressed now," the monk said, then gently shook his head and slowly walked away with his lantern. His steps were slow, yet he never stumbled.

"Crazy old man!" I muttered and quickly went home to lie down and fall asleep.

The next day, I suddenly woke up, rubbing my head, and suddenly remembered what happened yesterday. My face contorted strangely. "Who exactly was that monk! How did he know about Han Qianqian!"

As soon as I thought of this, I sobered up and began to recall the monk's peculiarities.

That monk was too strange. First, his monk robes were black.

I had seen many monks, but none wore robes of that color. Moreover, there was no trace of the kindness of a monk on him, only endless coldness and silence, making one shiver just by looking at him.

Who was this monk?