The world of beauty drama begins with the surrender of Jason

Chapter 427 Classroom
The plain white plaster ceiling is carved with simple cross patterns. A three-blade ceiling fan hangs underneath, turning gently, stirring up wisps of cool breeze. Chalk slides on the blackboard, and fine dust falls like snow.

The light brown wall tiles, the beige wooden desks, and the light grey cement floor together create a warm and peaceful atmosphere in this classroom, bringing the memories of those in it back to their youthful school days.

But not everyone has the leisure time to reminisce about the glorious past.

"...In my entire life, I never thought that there would be a day when I would return to the classroom and compete with the teacher in a battle of wits and courage."

Zhu Mingyao was sitting in a corner at the back row of the room. The complexity of his eyes at this moment could be spread out into a fan-shaped statistical chart. It was a subtle mixture of helplessness, self-mockery, embarrassment, vigilance... and so on.

He sat upright in the chair for a long time, then felt his legs go numb. He changed his posture slightly, and his elbows hit the corner of the table, making a slight noise.

The chalk stopped suddenly, and a figure in a professional suit turned around on the podium, and a female voice as cold and hard as cast iron was devoid of any emotion.

"How dare you make noise while listening to the Lord's teachings? After class, copy the Hadith explained today ten times!"

As an engineer of the human soul, he talked about religious scriptures in the classroom with an irrefutable fanatic attitude. Even in the Federation where the relevant cultural soil is deep, such behavior is considered a bit out of line.

But considering the religious maxims on the walls that replaced the famous quotes of scientists, Zhu Mingyao was not surprised:
Church schools are so crazy that even in the 21st century, many of them still teach the theory of creationism.

Besides, compared to her weird and scary face, this is nothing.

——A cold metallic luster gleamed on the dark blue facial features, and the surface was even covered with unpolished edges and burrs. The entire face and even half of the head were clearly a piece of rough steel.

Following her reprimand, the rows of students in front of her turned around, staring at her with the same simple and cold faces.

This horror movie-like scene was enough to stop a child from crying at night, but to the young man who was used to seeing monsters and demons, it was just that simple. He just stared at the two familiar little heads mixed in, smacking his lips in distress.

"What's the point of creating such a disgusting situation? What I'm worst at is puzzle games."

What he said was sincere. If it were a different time and place, Zhu Mingyao would definitely use his supernatural powers, magic weapons, and summoned beasts to crush you no matter what kind of tricks you use!

But now it is...

He silently practiced his profound skills, and the Three Yuan Palace in his body along with all his magic power vibrated lazily a few times, and then fell silent again.

As expected, it didn't work. Ever since he was dragged into this space in a daze, almost all of his extraordinary abilities were firmly suppressed by an unknown force. After calming down for a long time, he could only cast a few crude little spells at most, which were of no use at all.

However, compared to the fate of Madison and Zoe who were obviously controlled, Zhu Mingyao felt a little troubled about his current situation, but he did not feel much fear.

Because from what he sensed, the aura of the instigator was only comparable to his, which could explain why the enemy had to advance in a roundabout way... If they were to fight head-on, it would be hard to tell who would win.

Seeing that he had no intention of answering, the teacher-like figure slowly came up to him. Her steps were heavy and stiff, and she moved in a methodical manner, like a machine.

"Didn't you hear me, classmate? Children who break the rules will be punished..."

She bent down, her ugly iron face getting closer and closer, and her sarcastic tone alone brought out the image of a rigid and heartless old aunt.

A long sigh blocked her way and interrupted her threatening words.

"The Puritan sect originated in France. You may miss the story of the Iron Mask in your hometown, but the childish behavior of dragging everyone to rehearse a campus stage play is really embarrassing!" With a little complaint, a strong wind suddenly rushed out. "Puff!"

I saw a pile of heavy books and textbooks flying from the side at an incredible speed and hitting the "teacher's" lower abdomen accurately.

Amidst the flying pieces of paper, this strange monster suddenly stretched out its limbs and flew out in a funny posture with its body almost folded in half, smashing several desks before slamming heavily into the wall.

The air in the classroom suddenly froze, as if time had been paused at this moment, and then petite figures wearing old blue and white cotton school uniforms and round-toed leather shoes came in one after another.

"He breaks the rules... he doesn't respect the teacher... don't play with him... he's such a nasty freak!"

Zhu Mingyao's ears twitched slightly, and he caught some different words from the childish, innocent yet vicious curse. A thought flashed across his brows, and his hands made a gesture like a wild horse parting its mane.

All of a sudden, a strong wind seemed to blow up on the flat ground, and shadows rose into the air like light scarecrows, scattering all over the place.

Although he did not follow the path of dual cultivation of magic and martial arts, the Huangting Sutra also had the wonderful effect of forging the inner gods and polishing the immortal body. Even if he temporarily lost his magic power, the extraordinary physique that Zhu Mingyao had trained was enough to defeat all melee enemies below the innate realm.

He used all his strength and defeated the child-like monsters in a rush. However, his brows were secretly furrowed because the feedback from his hands was so strange.

It seems unreal but not unreal, and real but not real. It is neither a living body nor an ordinary ghost or monster. If I had to describe it, it is like a lump of mud with too much water added.

He waved his hand back, and the ink bottle poured onto the white paper of the exercise book. A winding black mark spread out, and in an instant a talisman was written.

Even though the spell was restricted by strange rules and difficult to cast at will, with the help of paper as the supporting material, the power of this [Hell-Breaking Curse] was still maintained at a certain level.

As the clear and bright light of the rain fell, the group of "teachers and students" could no longer maintain their disguised human-like appearance, and their deeper and more evil natures were revealed.

A thick black stream oozed out from the broken limbs. Rather than being a gas, it was more like a tangible and intangible inky blood. It intertwined and entangled in the air, converging into twisted and hideous illusory outlines.

"I thought it was some high-end stuff, but it turns out to be a resurrected monster that was summoned by binding pure resentment to the corpses of the dead."

Looking at the dark blue broken bones oozing out with the black flow, Zhu Mingyao sneered suddenly. His words seemed to be disdainful, but in fact, his vigilance increased by another point.

Just like the paper just now was able to carry Taoist spells, everything created in this space showed the bidirectionality of energy and materialization. The opponent's power might not be as strong as his now, but his realm was far superior.

His eyes flashed, and his chest suddenly bulged three inches. Then he exhaled and made a sound, and his fist was like thunder and lightning, stirring up a stream-like air wave, and hit a child monster in the corner.

The fierce gale blew away the black air, revealing a pale and tender face.

"Mr. Alessa, your world-weary temperament, like that of a certain child star, is too obvious to be concealed!"

Practitioners who specialize in martial arts have their spiritual will integrated into their bodies, and are said to be able to punch ghosts and gods within three feet. Although Zhu Mingyao does not have this ability, he is confident that he can give the guy in front of him a face full of peach blossoms if he strikes with all his strength.

However, just as the fist was about to make close contact with the face, the surrounding scene suddenly cracked and shattered first.

(End of this chapter)