Standing outside a classroom, Qi Yang turned his head to look left and right. Many people stood in the long corridor. These people were dressed differently from the students in the classroom; none of them wore school uniforms, and their ages clearly showed that none of them were high school students.

Dozens of seconds ago, the class bell rang, and students in school uniforms filed into the classroom, leaving Qi Yang and some others behind.

More than half of those people had expressions similar to Qi Yang’s—surprise and bewilderment. There were also a few who appeared much calmer than the rest.

Qi Yang roughly counted the number of people; including him, there were about twenty to thirty people in total.

Someone walked over from the end of the corridor. As soon as they saw Qi Yang and the others still standing outside the classroom, they immediately said, “What are you all doing standing outside? Class has started, get into the classroom.”

Qi Yang lowered his head and looked at his palms. He flexed his fingers; everything felt real, not a dream.

As for why he suddenly came to this unfamiliar high school and what he was doing here, Qi Yang had no idea. The teacher-like person walked over, their face immediately fell, and they urged everyone to enter the classroom again.

Qi Yang noticed that the few calmer-looking men and women among them obediently walked into the classroom next to them. Qi Yang thought that since he didn’t know anything, he should observe the situation first.

He also walked towards the nearest classroom door.

“Where is this place? I was driving on the road, how did I end up here? What’s going on, what the hell is happening, who the hell is playing these pranks on me?” A middle-aged man in the crowd yelled, his face irritable. He quickly walked up to the teacher and grabbed the teacher’s collar.

“Is it you? You’re asking for it!” The middle-aged man roared, saliva splattering onto the teacher’s face.

The teacher wiped the saliva from his face, then he smiled, but it wasn’t the gentle smile of a teacher; it was a smile full of cold malice.

“Ahhh!” the middle-aged man suddenly shrieked as the teacher grabbed his right wrist. With seemingly little effort, the teacher snapped the man’s right hand.

Qi Yang was a little distance away from the two, but he knew he had just heard the sound of bones breaking.

Releasing the man’s hand, the teacher gently pushed him, and the man crashed into the nearby parapet. His body lurched outwards, as if he almost tumbled over the edge of the building. Clutching his broken hand, he trembled all over, his expression filled with terror. His previous arrogance was completely gone, replaced by sheer fear.

“Wh-what’s going on?” A timid girl saw the middle-aged man’s broken right hand, which was now twisted into an unnatural shape. She fearfully backed away, not noticing someone behind her, and bumped directly into them. The girl shrieked, tears welling up in her eyes.

“When class starts, go into the classroom. Listen to the teacher and don’t wander around. You might die if you’re not careful.” A young man who was about to enter the classroom next door spoke at this moment. Qi Yang glanced at him. The other person seemed to notice Qi Yang’s gaze and turned to look at Qi Yang. Seeing Qi Yang’s relatively calm face, the young man smiled slightly at Qi Yang.

The young man then quickly walked into the classroom. After this scene, no one in the hallway dared to speak anymore. They all entered the classroom. As for the man with the broken arm, it wasn’t that no one wanted to care about him. Being stared at by that teacher with a smile, the other person immediately dismissed the idea and quickly hid in the classroom, fearing that if he didn’t hide quickly enough, his own bones would be twisted off.

Qi Yang’s classroom was Class 7 of the second year of high school. Besides the students in school uniforms, five people entered later. Seeing the pale faces of the other four, Qi Yang knew they were definitely different from the young man.

There were exactly five empty seats left in the classroom, and the five people sat down one after another. The teacher in the hallway was not from their class, but from the adjacent one. After the teacher entered the classroom, she called out two students. Those two students ran to help the middle-aged man with the broken wrist to his classroom. Qi Yang glanced out the window; it seemed the middle-aged man wanted to refuse to go, but a few seconds later, his pupils widened as if he had seen something terrifying, and the middle-aged man entered the adjacent classroom.

Qi Yang hadn’t been sitting for long when their teacher arrived. This class was English, and the English teacher was a slightly overweight woman in her thirties, wearing glasses.

Like the other students, Qi Yang opened the English book on his desk. Everything was on the desk, as if it had been specifically prepared for them.

Qi Yang secretly sized up the others. Some were sitting behind him, and Qi Yang restrained himself just in time when he turned to look. What happened in the corridor just now gave Qi Yang a vague premonition: they currently had to abide by some rules as students. They had to enter the classroom for class, couldn’t look around in the classroom, and certainly couldn’t talk.

No one could guarantee that they wouldn’t accidentally violate something and then get hurt themselves.

The teacher was lecturing, and Qi Yang still remembered some high school English. He pretended to listen attentively, but his right hand, which was under the desk, was now resting on his abdomen. A few minutes ago, he thought he hadn’t misremembered: he had taken a car to the hospital, intending to abort the baby in his belly, whose father he didn’t know. But instead of aborting the baby, he suddenly found himself in a high school.

What happened in between, or perhaps nothing happened at all? Had he suffered amnesia and forgotten how he got to high school?

Qi Yang didn’t think he had amnesia. A class was forty-five minutes long, and Qi Yang remembered which classroom the young man who had reminded them to enter the classroom earlier had gone to. After class, he would go find him and ask to confirm what the current situation was.

Just as Qi Yang was planning to bide his time and decide based on the situation, someone in the next classroom screamed and rushed out like a madman.

“Monsters, help, help! Ahhh! It’s all monsters!” A relatively unfamiliar face, the person kept screaming. He rushed out of the classroom and ran past the classroom where Qi Yang was. Qi Yang subconsciously turned his gaze, and the other four people, just like him, also looked outside. The person ran very fast and disappeared in a blink of an eye, but the screams lingered for a long time.

“Monster? What do you mean? Did he see something?” Qi Yang heard the voice of a female classmate. She had short hair and looked like a university student.

As soon as the girl finished speaking, a bizarre scene suddenly unfolded in the classroom. The students around Qi Yang and his friends, all dressed in school uniforms, turned to look at them. Those sitting in front abruptly twisted their necks, their bodies remaining still, but their necks rotating a full one hundred and eighty degrees. The cracking sound of bones being twisted could be heard from their cervical vertebrae.

Even though Qi Yang considered himself brave, he still gasped at that moment.

And that wasn’t all. Some students’ facial skin began to peel off, white flakes falling to the ground, revealing a bloody mess underneath. Crimson blood flowed. A person two tables away from Qi Yang raised his hand, gouged out his right eyeball, and then grinned at Qi Yang, letting out a strange, cackling laugh.

Qi Yang’s brow furrowed. Logically, he should have been scared; he certainly would have been in the past. But for some reason, seeing these terrifying and horrifying faces—some with skin charred black, as if scorched by fire, appearing monstrous and dreadful, others with skin peeled from their foreheads, revealing stark white skulls—Qi Yang suddenly didn’t feel much fear. Instead, his stomach felt very uncomfortable, and he wanted to vomit.

Qi Yang covered his mouth and retched twice. Who knew that as soon as he made that retching sound, the students in the classroom, who had revealed terrifying faces, all widened their eyes in shock. The boy holding his eyeballs in his hand hurriedly stuffed them back into his bloody, empty eye sockets.

Everyone looked at each other, seemingly confirming something. When Qi Yang raised his eyes, those terrifying and scary faces returned to their original state, one by one turning back into good students. If it weren’t for the lingering smell of blood, stench, and burnt odor in the air, Qi Yang would have almost thought it was his own hallucination just now.

His stomach was very uncomfortable, and smelling these mixed odors made him even more nauseous.

Qi Yang wanted to go to the restroom, but hesitated, wondering if asking to go during class would lead to another incident like with the middle-aged man. As Qi Yang pondered, the teacher surprisingly spoke first.

“Qi Yang, are you feeling unwell? If you’re not feeling well, go to the school infirmary. Who wants to accompany Qi Yang there?” The teacher asked other students to volunteer to take Qi Yang to the school infirmary. After Qi Yang’s vomiting earlier, the teacher and classmates could probably confirm Qi Yang’s identity. This person was no ordinary individual; if they were truly scared into having problems, the people here might face consequences far worse than just death.

Qi Yang didn’t know why the teacher would proactively suggest he go to the school infirmary, but he certainly had to listen to the teacher’s words. Qi Yang stood up.

“I’ll go with him!” Two people said in unison. They were two of the other four individuals.

“Then I’ll trouble you. If it’s serious, just lie down in the school infirmary for a while.” The teacher’s voice was gentle, and her praise seemed to imply that she wished Qi Yang and the others wouldn’t come back once they left.

She really didn’t want Qi Yang to come back. If Qi Yang came back, they wouldn’t be able to scare people as casually as before, and if they couldn’t complete the tasks assigned by their superiors, it meant they were useless. Useless people would be considered scrap and destroyed.

Qi Yang looked at the teacher suspiciously. The teacher had a kind smile on her lips. Qi Yang suppressed the confusion in his heart and walked out of the classroom with the other two.

Just as they reached the classroom door, the teacher suddenly called out to them. Qi Yang turned his head, while the two people beside him shivered. One person even had a pale face and looked worse than Qi Yang, as if they were about to collapse at any moment.

“The infirmary is on the second floor of the building across the way, don’t go to the wrong one,” the teacher reminded.

“I know, thank you, teacher.” Qi Yang thanked her and left the classroom.

The three of them walked down the corridor in silence. When they reached the stairwell, someone suddenly pointed at the steps and stammered, “Is that… blood?”

“It’s not blood, it’s not blood, how could it be blood? Someone must have spilled red ink. How could it be blood? If there was that much blood, I’d surely die, right?” The short-haired girl shook her head repeatedly, deceiving herself, her voice already trembling with tears.

“There’s another staircase next door, let’s go that way.” This staircase is unusable, covered in blood, and who knows what’s underneath. Qi Yang told the two to follow him to the other staircase.

They turned and walked to the left. The classroom on the left was full of students, all wearing school uniforms. There were no students like Qi Yang who weren’t wearing uniforms. When those students saw Qi Yang and his two companions approaching, they all turned their heads almost simultaneously, only their necks moving, not their bodies. As Qi Yang and his companions walked quickly, those heads slowly turned as well. The girl behind Qi Yang was already crying from fear, but she dared not cry out loud, afraid that the sound would attract the monsters in the classroom.

Monsters, they are monsters, no normal human would be like this.

“This isn’t where we used to be…” the short-haired girl murmured, her nerves completely frayed, her expression shifting nervously.

Qi Yang looked at the girl. He wasn’t sure what the situation was, so he didn’t know what to say to comfort her.

“Let’s assess the situation first. I think I saw someone who seems to know this place. We can ask him later,” Qi Yang said.

“Really?” The short-haired girl’s eyes immediately lit up.

Qi Yang didn’t want to give people too much hope, lest if things turned out to be more serious than he thought, it would only make the girl more disappointed.

“I’m not sure.”

“Why me? I don’t understand why me!” The girl walked down the stairs, repeatedly muttering these two sentences.

There was also a boy who came along. The boy looked to be about the same age as the girl, but he was in much better condition than she was. However, his heart was still filled with terror; at least he couldn’t be as seemingly relaxed as Qi Yang.

Following the teacher’s instructions, the three of them went to the infirmary. The doctor in the infirmary was also a woman, a young and beautiful one. Initially, when she saw Qi Yang and the others arrive, her attitude was very cold. But when she learned that the teacher had sent Qi Yang, her attitude did a complete 180-degree turn. Then, after hearing Qi Yang say that his stomach wasn’t feeling well, that the air in the classroom wasn’t circulating, and that he felt like throwing up whenever he smelled the strange odor, the doctor suddenly stood up. After that, the doctor treated Qi Yang with extreme caution, insisting that he lie down and rest in bed.

Qi Yang thought the smell in the classroom might take a while to dissipate, so he lay in the infirmary. He didn’t lie there for too long, only two classes, because there were still things he wanted to know quickly. He told the doctor he was fine, and the doctor didn’t prescribe any medicine for Qi Yang; the medicine there wasn’t for the living.

“If you feel any discomfort, you must speak up immediately, and you should also limit your physical activity.” The doctor originally wanted to say more, but remembering her identity and the warnings from above, she escorted Qi Yang out and stood at the door, watching him walk towards the stairwell.