Thriller Game: Horror Check-In

Chapter 96 The Ghost Cultivated By Hand [One More]

The two ghost classmates from the next class felt something was wrong.

want to run out.

Countless puppet threads hung down from the ceiling at some point, blocking the windows and classroom doors.

When they tried to run out, they ran into a bouncy cobweb.

The classmates in the classroom stood up silently and enthusiastically helped these lost classmates next door to solve their worries.

Bai Ye’s thoughts moved.

Continue to lay out the puppet silk thread on the ceiling.

In the school, a lot of ghosts are fighting.

Has entered the white-hot.

But the strange thing is that a blank vacuum period has formed near the class of Class 19.

On the top floor of the teaching building, a group of ghost teachers of different shapes stood side by side.

Their breaths are different.

Cold, bloody, scary, weird…

“Ghost, your class seems to have committed a foul. Although it is not forbidden to secretly form a team in the battle royale, it cannot be too obvious. There are fifty ghosts in your class…” It was the head teacher of Class 18 who spoke.

Happy Middle School class rank is equivalent to class rank.

for their teachers.

The most important reward for teaching students is that the rank of the class determines the “salary” they receive from the school each month.

That’s why they care about grades.

“Didn’t you see the takeaway that contained the power of the curse?” said the slender ghost teacher faintly.

“They were just coerced.”

“”

Such shameless words have been said.

As expected of ghosting you.

His face turned black like this.

Not even the skin.

Bai Ye never made a move.

Under his instigation, the ghosts in the class clearly had a burning desire to kill in their hearts.

In the atmosphere of the battle royale, I can’t wait to go to the battlefield.

But he still held on to his inner frenzy and stayed in the classroom.

This should be the influence of ghosts.

It’s just why I wasn’t affected.

Bai Ye was puzzled in his heart.

Just behind the classroom building.

Countless bandages were flying in the air.

Heads of ghosts were strangled with bandages.

in the deepest part of the bandage.

A crimson light was flowing.

A hanged ghost came from above.

Half-step red.

Below, the ground suddenly rolled.

The cement floor turned into dirt.

Several pale, corpse-spotted hands stretched out from the soil to grab the ghost in the center of the bandage.

There is also a half-step red shirt underground.

The two half-step red clothes chose to attack and kill her in unison.

The strongest in high school.

A hemp rope fell from the dark cloud.

A loop is tied at the bottom of the twine with a knot.

Corpse-spotted hands stretched out from the dirt and grabbed her ankles.

Made her move stiff for a moment.

The sling falls.

The sling made of hemp rope exudes a strange atmosphere.

Wrap it around her neck.

This sling is weird.

Even if the red coat is hanged,

It was also terribly cursed.

But just as the sling was about to touch her neck.

Her body suddenly exploded.

The body turned into countless bandages and scattered away.

The sling fell empty.

A more terrifying aura rose in place.

The number of bandages soared more than tenfold in an instant.

Dense bandages tucked between adjacent branches.

The white bandage was covered in blood.

As if soaked in blood.

The half-step red clothes in the soil under his feet were pulled out of the soil by bandages.

Then countless bandages were wrapped around its body.

Crimson blood flowed from the gaps in the bandages…

Above the head, the ghost who released the sling wanted to escape.

But the bandages fly into the sky.

Grab its ankle.

Pull it off hard.

The bandage wrapped it again.

She broke through.” The ghost teachers in the sky said in a low voice.

After the breakthrough, she was terrifying.

The other ghost teachers all looked at the man at the back with a straight face, wearing golden glasses, gentle and crazy.

This ghost student is the student in his class.

Always occupy the first place in the grade.

It’s the students that he cultivated by himself.

It’s also a daughter that he raised with his own hands.

The man’s lips were slit.

The wounds cut by scissors on both sides of the lips have spread all the way to the corners of the lips.

Scars heal twisted.

Crazy twisted lower face.

The opposite is calm, indifferent, wearing gold glasses on the upper half of the face.

He was wearing a black and red suit.

The suit is dark in color.

Like a blood shell that solidified on his body.

He is a teacher hired by the principal at a high price.

I came to Happy Middle School two years ago.

After his arrival, the grades in the class he took over quickly rose.

Become the top class of the whole school.

And his daughter.

The girl who came to school with him and stood silently behind him with a bandaged face on her face.

Now it has become a senior red boat.