A breeze stirred along the horizon, dispersing the stench of decay.
After Xie De entered the classroom, the red-haired man plopped down in the wicker chair by the main entrance. He smacked his lips around a pipe, staring at them with ill intent like a crafty old foreman.
In fact, he was a foreman of sorts, ready to pick apart their mistakes at any moment until he could tear them apart and swallow them.
Beiwei calmly headed toward the kitchen. She trusted 39's strength and abilities and knew that Mr. 39 would never die, so she wasn't particularly worried about his safety. What mattered now was making sure she didn't hold him back!
As soon as she moved, the three new players behind her followed. Ying Lin and Wang Peng were holding up reasonably well, but Mo Jingchun could only be described as a wreck.
Beiwei frowned and whispered, "I'm in charge of kitchen support. Why are you following me? Go take care of your own assignments."
Ying Lin shrugged and said calmly, "There's no rush. Mo Jingchun is on patrol, Wang Peng has the second lesson, and I have the third. The first lesson hasn't ended yet, so we have a full forty-minute buffer. Isn't this an instance? I'd like to discuss what I've learned from all my years playing horror games."
Wang Peng nodded. Though his face was rather pale, he was still composed. "I have a few theories too."
Mo Jingchun said nothing. He simply felt unsafe being alone and wanted to stay with them.
The kitchen was in an even more secluded spot. As they searched for it, they found this "Orphanage" frighteningly deserted. In keeping with the instance's usual horror elements, they didn't encounter a single living person along the way.
At last, they found