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The fat man was puzzled as to why Xu Xingcheng couldn't wait to come over as soon as he saw the small cakes that Xiao Qiao had taken out.

This doesn't look like anything special.
Before he could finish wondering what was going on, Xu Xingcheng had already taken three steps in two to Xiao Qiao and snatched the thing from her hand.

The fat man's eyes widened, and he immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

How dare he directly snatch Xiao Qiao's things? It's one thing if it's normal, but now he's snatching things. Isn't he afraid that Xiao Qiao will jump three feet high and make a scene? The doctor isn't here right now. If he attracts ghosts, are they supposed to take the blame themselves?
The fat man was sweating profusely, ready to jump up and subdue Xiao Qiao at any moment. But Xiao Qiao didn't go berserk as he expected. Instead, she kept glancing back and forth between Xu Xingcheng and the small red pancake, her expression unreadable.

Chu Changge, sitting next to him, showed no surprise, as if it was only natural for Xu Xingcheng to come and take the things away.

Xiao Hong, who was crouching under the classroom window, showed no shock whatsoever. Of course, she wouldn't be shocked by anything; she was just still glaring angrily at Xiao Qiao.

Only the fat guy in the entire classroom looked shocked—after realizing what had happened, he slightly closed his wide-open mouth to make himself look less out of place.

After snatching the small pancake from Xiao Qiao's hand, Xu Xingcheng held it in both hands, just like Xiao Qiao had done, and examined it closely.

Everyone seems to care a lot about this thing.

Seeing this, the fat man couldn't help but move closer and examine the thing in Xu Xingcheng's hand with him, but after looking at it for a long time, he still couldn't figure out what it was.

He even stretched out his nose to sniff, only to smell a fishy odor.

"What is this?" The fat man gestured to Xu Xingcheng with exaggerated expressions, hoping he could understand what he was saying.

But the chubby translator failed to work on Xu Xingcheng. Xu Xingcheng was only attracted to his twitching eyebrows for half a second before turning his attention back to the pancake, completely ignoring the fat man.

As expected, the time spent with the evil god was too short; he couldn't decipher the message in my expression. The fat man stopped twitching his face in frustration.

He sighed silently and could only stare intently at Xu Xingcheng's expression, trying to glean some information from the other's face.

He saw Xu Xingcheng stare at the small pancake for a while, first frowning, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper, then suddenly relaxing, as if he had suddenly understood something. Then his gaze gradually shifted to the window, and he began to drift off into his own thoughts.

The fat man followed his gaze and looked out the window, but there was nothing outside except for the gray sky.

Even during the day, the sky in this instance is not very bright. Looking up, all you see is a hazy gray, with no sun or clouds in sight, as if the entire sky is shrouded in smog.

The fat man looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, mimicking the melancholy expressions of protagonists in anime and novels. "The evil god must be reminiscing about something nostalgic right now."

He was still gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle when Xu Xingcheng reached out and returned the small cake to Xiao Qiao, a strange smile on his face as he did so.

Upon seeing this strange smile, the fat man became extremely anxious and hurriedly picked up a pen, intending to ask Xu Xingcheng what this little pancake was.

Just as he picked up his pen and paper, he heard a strange noise outside. One of the footsteps was getting closer and closer, as if something was slowly walking towards them.

A ghost is coming!

The fat man immediately stopped writing and turned to look towards the door. He saw a figure slowly emerge from the thick darkness. Through the glass in the door, he saw Jing and Curly Hair and the others in the opposite classroom also looking out. It seemed that it was not a problem to observe the ghost outside from inside the room.

Just then, the fat man saw the figure at the edge getting closer and closer until it was fully visible to everyone.

The people inside the house finally got a clear look at the ghost outside.

It was a rotting corpse, so decomposed that in some places you could almost see the bones. The skin on the face was completely rotten, and where the eyeballs used to be, there were two deep dents. The two eyeballs had completely rotted away.

At this moment, the eerie humanoid figure was taking stiff steps, walking towards the doors of the two classrooms. As it moved forward, its head kept turning, as if it was trying to identify sounds with its ears.

Upon seeing the rotting corpse, everyone in the classroom held their breath.

It turns out that this ghost cannot see with its eyes at all and can only find people by sound, so as long as it doesn't make a sound, it won't be discovered, the fat man thought.

The ghost was moving slowly and had now reached the middle of the two classroom doors.

People on both sides were watching it from behind the door.

The fat man smelled a stench creeping in from under the door—the smell of the rotting corpse. He suppressed the urge to vomit and watched the ghost approach the door without making a sound.

Little Red, who had been squatting by the window, felt a sense of kinship upon seeing the ghost, as if she were a fellow countrywoman. She then pressed herself against the doorway and began to examine it closely.
The fat man was very worried that Xiao Hong might suddenly open the door and invite someone in to sit down, so he stretched out a finger and hooked the belt on Xiao Hong's skirt. As soon as she was about to open the door, he would pull her back to prevent Xiao Hong from inviting a wolf into the house.

Fortunately, Xiao Hong was just looking around out of curiosity and had no intention of letting anyone into her home as a guest.

That's good, Xiao Hong is sensible now. The fat man nodded with relief, holding his breath as he waited for the ghost to wander past.

But at that moment, the ghost outside suddenly stopped moving and stood still outside the door as if it had heard something.

Its head began to turn rapidly, and its ears kept turning in all directions.

When the fat man saw that the people in the classroom across the way covered their mouths at the sight, he couldn't help but cover his own mouth and nose as well.

The people in those two classrooms didn't make a sound at all. Could it be that a ghost heard their breathing? But this ghost moves so slowly; it would take several minutes for it to pass by the door. It would be too much to ask people to stop breathing for so long.

Just as the fat man covered his nose, looking extremely nervous, the ghost at the door started moving again and continued to walk forward.

It seems the pause just now was an accident; the ghost didn't intend to stay and investigate for long.

The fat man tried to keep his breathing quiet as he watched the rotting, stiff corpse slowly walk past the classroom door. Only when the ghost completely disappeared from sight did the fat man and Jing and the others across from him breathe a long sigh of relief.

Judging from the sounds, there are quite a few ghosts lingering outside.

The fat man thought for a moment, then tiptoed to the window and looked outside.

These things were also loitering outside the teaching building; the fat man saw three of them within his sight.

There was one not far from the entrance of the teaching building, one under a tree by the green belt, and another standing right in the middle of the main road in front of the building.

The ghosts were all walking with stiff steps, their heads constantly turning to listen to every sound they could hear.

With so many ghosts, no wonder veteran players say that going out to play during class time is just asking for death.

Speaking of waves...

The fat man couldn't help but think of Gu Mian.

I don't know the doctor's condition or where he is.

If he encounters these ghosts, won't he be overwhelmed and crushed by a swarm of them?

The fat man was very worried about Gu Mian's safety.

Jing was also very worried about the safety of the fat man.

Jing finally saw the whirlwind-like red figure clearly—when the ghost arrived at the classroom door, she saw the person named Xiao Hong rush to the door and excitedly look outside.

Xiao Hong was a woman dressed in red, her face completely covered up like the masked man's, only revealing her bright, darting eyes.

The two people who were fighting just now were this person and that female celebrity named Xiao Qiao.

Jing originally thought Xiao Qiao was a lunatic, but seeing the behavior of the newcomer Xiao Hong, she felt that the newcomer was even more eccentric than Xiao Qiao. Just by looking at the way Xiao Hong's eyes lit up with excitement when she looked at the ghost, she knew that she was unlikely to be a normal person.

The room across from us is practically a bomb; I have no idea how Chu Meiren managed to gather all these people together.

Jing was very worried that these bombs would cause a ruckus in the classroom across the street and then go crazy and run into their room.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but move a few more stools, wanting to make the door even more secure.

Just as Jing blocked the doorway with the third stool, the curly-haired man next to her suddenly grabbed her hand with a look of horror and shook his head vigorously, while his other free hand kept pointing outside. (End of Chapter)