Li Xian's heart sank when he saw the message.
Had those "Fly People" appeared already?
He quickly sent over the recording on his phone, then shut the door he had just cracked open.
Once that was done, he pointed at bed number three and quickly told Teacher Shang:
"Get into bed-then turn off the flashlight. Don't make a sound. If anything goes wrong, ask me for help immediately."
Li Xian gave Teacher Shang the order in the sternest tone he could manage.
If Teacher Shang still failed to grasp the situation and insisted on getting answers to irrelevant questions first, he would only make things worse.
Naturally, Teacher Shang was full of questions, but he could sense the urgency in Li Xian's voice. After hesitating for two seconds, he swallowed all his questions and quickly climbed into bed as instructed.
As Li Xian turned to climb into bed, his phone flashed several more times. Only after reaching the upper bunk did he open it again, finding several new messages:
"You're not fucking messing with me, are you?!"
"Where are you?"
"Answer me?!"
"They're getting closer!!!"
"If I die, I'm taking you with me!!"
Clearly, the male student who had gotten blood smeared all over his face that afternoon had panicked. Treating Li Xian as his lifeline, he bombarded him with messages. The later ones were nothing but insults and frantic demands, and they were still flooding in.
Frowning, Li Xian quickly ignored the jumble of fragmented messages and scrolled to the top. Only then did he see the one useful thing the student had sent at the beginning:
"What did you send me? How do I use it?!"
For a moment, Li Xian was speechless at how the flood of messages had buried the important information at the top. Then