Jiang Xinyou could even hear the sound of the door lock being locked from outside.

Crunching, the sound is ear-piercing.

A heart clenched suddenly, like an invisible magic hand reaching into the atrium of the heart, pinching and letting go of the heart.

Jiang Xinyou couldn't stand such a complicated mood again, so she quickly walked to the door and drew the "#" character.

However, this time, the door failed to open.

A dark wind blew across her back, and Jiang Xinyou intuitively told Jiang Xinyou that everything that happened before was just a mystery, and the real horror was yet to come!

She turned around uneasily, and her smart eyes looked at every corner of the lecture theater vigilantly under the flickering light.

Then, she saw the souls of Chang Kuan, Duan Pengfei, and Zhang Boyuan standing up one by one from the empty seats.

The gray complexion, blood-stained clothes, and broken limbs looked like a monster pieced together at random.

They fiddled with their limbs sluggishly, sneered wildly at the corners of their mouths, and let out eerie low roars, gradually approaching Jiang Xinyou.

Every time the light came on, their figures got closer to her, and every time it went dark, the rustling sound of their progress made Jiang Xinyou's hair stand on end.

At that moment, Jiang Xinyou was desperate, her hands were helpless, and she slapped the door panel behind her hard. It was probably the first time in her life that she was so panicked, and she felt that death was getting closer and closer to her.

She screamed, cried, and beat, knowing that no one would hear her voice, but she still made the final struggle!

There was a snap.

Jiang Xinyou's hand slowly slipped from the door panel and hung feebly by her side.

His sweaty back slowly sank close to the door panel, and he fell limply to the ground. Only a pair of dark eyes stared in front of him in horror. At this moment, the ghosts of Chang Kuan and the other three were close at hand, looking eerie.

Stare at her vivid face!

"Who killed me! Who killed me?"

Chang Kuan roared angrily, and his right hand like dry wood instantly locked Jiang Xinyou's throat.

As if the temperature of ice suddenly spread all over the body, Jiang Xinyou couldn't move at all, her whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and she was so frightened that she didn't even realize that her breathing was weakening little by little!

"Sister, I'm sorry. Maybe I can't take you back to this world."

The voice in her heart spoke sadly. At the last moment, Jiang Xinyou closed her eyes in despair, and a line of clear tears streaked down her cheeks.

Just when she was breathing weakly, Chang Kuan's hand suddenly retracted for some reason, and a loud noise suddenly came from the classroom, and even the floor beneath her feet began to shake violently.

A strange fragrance floated into her nostrils, quickly awakening Jiang Xinyou's reason. She opened her eyes and leaned against the door panel, gasping for air. She saw a dazzling purple light coming towards the undead souls of Chang Kuan and the other three at an extremely fast speed.

The surrounding air made the sound of burning and exploding. The undead struggled and roared under the huge power of magic. The condensed purple light soon formed a human shape.

The tall man who walked out of the holy light had angry flames in his purple eyes. His slender fingers were like a sharp knife, piercing the body of the undead again and again, pulling the broken flesh and blood apart and throwing them away.

In the gray air, the dangerous expression and cruel methods are no less than any undead that Fang Jiang Xinyou has encountered!

"Are you okay?"
Chapter completed!