One thousand one hundred and ninety-seven: Are there really perverts?
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Yan Huan narrowed his eyes. He stared at the traces left by the black fog and smiled secretly: "You want me to catch up? Then let me lose contact with the two of them, so that you can free your hands to defeat them one by one?"
Ye Ling looked at the time on her watch and said softly: "I'll go to the second floor in a while and then retreat temporarily. It's almost night."
As soon as these words came out, the expressions of several people condensed slightly. It's going to be a bad night...
Eleven steps.
The three of them stood side by side at the stairs, looking at the two passages to the left and right, and fell into silence.
"Go through it quickly. This matter is not urgent, there are still two days." Ye Ling said with cow tears in her eyes again, pointing to the left.
It didn't matter whether it was left or right, and neither of them objected. The three of them walked cautiously to the left.
Ten minutes later.
Zhao Yinghe sighed: "There are seven classrooms, three large classrooms, four small classrooms... and an office. We have walked through them all and found nothing."
Yan Wang waited and watched, then opened the door of the classroom at the end and looked inside: "Tsk, tsk, Lei Yunhu really concealed a lot of things."
"What did you find?" Ye Ling came over curiously.
hiss……
The two pinched their noses, trying to resist the disgusting corpse smell, but even if they didn't breathe, their eyes would still hurt from the smoke.
"Julang..."
Yan Wan frowned. Although it was still within the tolerance range, it didn't mean that he didn't mind.
So he used a little force with his right hand to pull down the classroom door, and then smashed it against the window like a flying pancake.
Boom!
Muffled sound. The broken door fell to the ground, knocking down several bodies along the way, but the windows were not damaged at all.
This classroom is not big and can accommodate about forty or fifty students.
Unlike other classrooms, this classroom does not have much dust, as if someone has specially cleaned it. There is a corpse on every seat, sitting there upright.
There are also papers, pens, books, teacups and other things on the table. If you ignore the shriveled features on the faces of these corpses and the hair like withered grass, these guys really look like living people.
There is also a person who looks like a teacher sitting on the podium.
She is a woman, wearing black stockings, a short skirt, a suit, and gold-rimmed glasses. Just looking at the outfit, it looks like a teacher in an action drama from an island country...if you ignore her ferocious face and chapped skin.
"So many people died?"
Yan Wang raised his eyebrows in surprise, and then, with the two people's confused expressions, he took out his mobile phone, clicked it, and took a few photos of everyone.
Then Yan Wan came to the window and looked outside.
boom!
Windows shattered.
But there was no relief on Yan Wan's face. Instead, he turned around solemnly and looked at the two of them: "Can you hold on if you jump from the second floor?"
"no problem."
Ye Ling was stunned for a moment, but when she saw these corpses, she seemed to guess what Yan Wan was thinking and nodded lightly.
"Click"
Yan Wan touched a certain student's head. It was not bad, it was quite strong, and it didn't break with just a touch.
Yes, he was going to take a body out with him.
A real man doesn't take the usual path.
As an imaginative writer who has watched many domestic horror movies, Yan Wan will not be stupid and follow the routine.
"Let's go." Yan Huan waved to them, and with the admiration on their faces, he directly picked up a corpse and jumped out.
There is no need to roll to relieve force, Yan Wang lands smoothly. After looking around, he put the body down, slowly placed his right hand on the hilt of the sword, and a faint smile appeared on his face.
This is not the first floor, but a classroom.
Yan Wan seemed to have flipped from one classroom to another.
"boom!……"
The classroom door was pushed open, it was Ye Ling and the two of them.
It's just that their clothes are a little messy, their breath is a little weak, and their bodies are still stained with some yellowish pus.
"Are they resurrected?"
Yan Wan stepped on the head of the corpse on the ground, stopped his movements, and said calmly: "It is indeed a zombie, a low-level zombie."
Zhao Yinghe took off his coat and said with disgust: "It's not a zombie, it's a living corpse. They are not qualified to call it a zombie."
"Let's go."
Ye Ling had a cloth bag in her hand and said to Yan, "The body of the black cat has been found. It's under the podium. You can try it when you get back."
"Let's go." Yan Wan was a little unhappy because the thing under his feet was squirming and struggling like a maggot. He simply stepped on the corpse's neck and followed the two of them with his head raised.
Before going out, he glanced thoughtfully at the broken glass windows in the corridor. He should have smashed this window just now.
This ghost can actually make him, who has yin and yang eyes, fall into confusion. His strength is extraordinary.
(The classrooms in our university have large windows on one side and a small window on the other side, near the corridor, between the front and back doors, although I don’t know what it is for.)
Arriving at the stairs, Yan Wan suddenly asked: "How many tasks do you have?"
"Mission?" Ye Ling's face showed a hint of surprise, but she quickly calmed down. Just as she was about to say something, her eyes were suddenly covered by a dazzling burst of blood. Find Shuyuan www.zhaoｓshuyuan.com
Phew
Beheaded, decapitated.
Ye Ling's body burst out of a cloud of black mist, and then a charred, black and dried corpse hit the ground and shattered into pieces. And the black mist, with a hoarse and shrill roar, rushed towards Yan Wan.
But when facing the long sword glowing with blood in his hand, Black Mist seemed to have given up. Its momentum slowed down slightly, then circled around and quickly escaped into the depths of the corridor.
"False?" Zhao Yinghe was shocked. He was sure that he had never been separated from Ye Ling from the beginning to the end. So...when did this ghost switch the package?
Yan Wan picked up the mirror on the ground and the rag wrapping the black cat's body. "The first time I was confused, you were on the stairs and I was going up the stairs, but Ye Ling came out of the classroom."
Zhao Yinghe pinched the bridge of his nose with a strange expression: "She...could it be...?"
"...?"
A glint flashed in Yan Huan's eyes, but he didn't ask any further questions. He carried his things and walked towards the first floor. "If nothing unexpected happens, she should still be in that classroom..."
Suddenly, Yan Wan's wrist trembled slightly, and he faintly felt that the cat's body seemed to be moving.
"Interesting," he muttered without saying it.
A few minutes later.
The two did find Ye Ling, but when they found each other, the guy's, uh, state was a little weird.
Ye Ling is... getting dressed? ? ?
Yan Huan looked at the corpses around him, with a hint of admiration in his eyes: "Are you... fighting with these corpses?"
"roll."
Ye Ling rolled her eyes at him angrily, and kicked the corpse on the ground angrily. "Damn, I almost fell into trouble, she turned out to be a pervert."
"???" Yan Wan had a black question mark on his face. "Pervert," shouldn't it be an adjective? How... is there really such a ghost? ?