Xia Yang's Posthumous Photograph has been triggered, but I still don't know what this photograph can do.
His classmates entered the villa to explore. Gao Ming wanted to stop them, but he had no idea how to broach the subject.
Seeing how relieved they looked, he couldn't bear to tell them the truth.
The Art Teacher followed the School Rules and only wanted to kill a small portion of them. But in Xia Yang's sixth painting, every student in Class Thirteen except Gao Ming had been reduced to fragments that couldn't even be pieced back together.
"Come on, everyone, look for clues! This villa might be hiding the Art Teacher's secrets!" For once, Qian Junran actually used his brain. "A Greater Ghost wouldn't let us go for no reason. She probably needs our help!"
"Right." Xishan stood beside the door, the surprise already fading from his eyes. "Who knew she had such a sharp tongue but such a soft heart? She's pretty tsundere, too. With a girl like that, we just need to pretend we're being forced into it. That way, we let her save face and keep ourselves safe."
Of all the students present, only Wang Jie wasn't so optimistic. He stood right beside Gao Ming. "I've got a really bad feeling. The 51st Student is even more vicious than we thought. Judging by what happened in PE, he usually prepares two options: a trap and an abyss."
Wang Jie's analysis was perfectly logical. He had simply chosen the wrong person to discuss it with.
Meanwhile, Zhuo Jun felt his Black Ring, his head somewhat muddled as well. Everything Situ An had told him to watch out for had changed. Where exactly did things go wrong?
"Don't wander off!" Gao Ming tried to warn them, but his classmates wouldn't