Inside the old private school.
A fierce ghost that resembled an ancient corpse wandered about with a rusted broadsword in hand. Everyone who entered this private school could only sit rigidly at their desks like wooden figures, unable to move.
The ghost was now randomly killing people without restraint.
There were twenty or thirty eerie students inside the school. They seemed to have died long ago, dressed in black with pallid bodies, motionless like souls from old memories, forever trapped here.
Yet apart from these dead souls, He Yin'er, Zhou Deng, Liu San, and Lu Zhiwen had only recently entered this strange private school.
Even Ghost Tamers at the captain level were unable to resist and could only sit there.
The ghost passed by Zhou Deng, then headed toward He Yin'er.
He Yin'er's desk was against the wall, which meant there were few students seated near her. There was only one student in front of her and one to her left.
If the ghost came over, it was bound to kill someone at random.
"One out of three?"
He Yin'er's heart rose to her throat. She did not know whether she had Zhou Deng's kind of luck.
The ghost was already close.
The chilling aura was right beside her. He Yin'er could only move her eyes; her body remained stiff, leaving her to watch helplessly as it happened.
Soon.
The ghost suddenly stopped walking. It had arrived beside He Yin'er.
A one-in-three chance.
He Yin'er seemed to have terrible luck. She had been chosen.
Zhou Deng immediately shouted, "You damned thing, get over here!"
"It's useless. Sound won't draw the ghost's attention. It seems her luck ends here. Not a bad start—at least one captain will be taken out." Zhang Xianguang's voice rang out as he turned his eyes to