Things were still getting worse. Zhou Tu had also become a target for the monsters, and the first wound had appeared on his finger.
"Teacher Bai, what do we do now?"
Chen Ge had no better plan. All he could do was grit his teeth and keep going. Even if the monsters tore everyone apart and left them unable to move, he would still get them all out.
The stench flooded their nostrils, nearly making them pass out. Just as Chen Ge, carrying Wang Yicheng on his back, was nearing the corner on the first floor, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his chest.
He stumbled and nearly fell to the ground.
Looking down, he saw a sharp nail embedded in his chest.
"The curse of Dorm 413?" He immediately realized what was happening and looked at his shadow.
His normally still shadow was now twisting violently, as if the "person" hidden inside were in excruciating pain.
"Even he's being attacked?"
The Student Club members had all reached their limits. They were covered in wounds and looked terrifying.
"The exit's right there! Don't stop!"
Chen Ge had a formidable will and had long since grown used to pain.
He pulled out the nail and ran with all his might. Every step forward brought him a little closer to hope.
Thud!
Zhou Tu, carrying Zhu Long on his back, fell on the stairs. His right hand was covered in wounds and looked as though it might split open at any moment.
"The hand I draw with... the hand I hold my pen with..."
It had already been difficult enough for Chen Ge to get one person out. Carrying several more was simply impossible. "Hang on! We're almost on the first floor!"
His legs felt as heavy as lead, and every step