Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

The whole class remained silent, staring at the stone in his palm, completely ignoring the teacher's unusual behavior and shouts.

Just ten seconds later, strange creaking and banging sounds came from inside the teacher's body; it was the sound of bones freezing.

His bones were completely frozen into an ice sculpture, but his forehead was constantly emitting heat, and his entire face and skin became unusually rosy.

It was an eerie red, scalded by boiling water, not a vibrant red.

"Help me!" the teacher murmured as her last words.

Before he could finish speaking, the whole thing fell off completely, landing on the ground with a thud and turning into a pile of minced meat.

If I had to use a metaphor, it would be like being cooked in a pressure cooker for a full ten hours.

All of this happened in an instant; he didn't even realize that his body had changed.

What pork ribs cooked in a pressure cooker look like is exactly the same as what you see in front of you.

Even inside her sleeve, a pinkish puddle of something was flowing out, sliding down her sleeve onto the table, looking utterly disgusting.

In just a moment,

The teacher was reduced to nothing more than a skeleton.

Finally, it was as if the entire bone had been struck by something invisible. In an instant, with a 'crack', the bone was covered with all sorts of tiny cracks.

"Great! Great!" The principal, who was passing by the door, did not look into the classroom. Hearing the cheers, he was immediately pleased with the teacher's classroom atmosphere and teaching. He nodded in satisfaction and silently gave the teacher credit.

Education is not just serious; it can also be a source of joy.

He didn't show up because he knew that if he did, the whole class would fall into complete silence, and he didn't want to be the one to ruin the atmosphere.

What the principal didn't know as he turned to leave was that this joyful atmosphere and the constant applause continued until the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

The moment the bell rang, all the students in the class stopped clapping and stood up silently. The boy also picked up the stone, stood up, and walked at the front.

"Take us to find the stones," all the students said in unison.

Louis then nodded: "Come on, follow me, I'll take you to find the oval stone that satisfies everyone's heart."

The same thing happened not only in his class, but also in the class next door. Pierre's class experienced the same thing; two stones pulled all the students from both classes out, and they walked in a dark mass towards the back of the campus.

When school ends, most students from all classes come out, and this situation has not attracted much attention; it has become a common occurrence for teachers.

When the bell rang for class and the teacher for the second period arrived, the teacher panicked upon seeing the empty classroom and hurriedly ran to the administrator's office to explain the situation.
"The entire class of students has disappeared."

He also saw the teacher from the next class rushing over.

Soon the entire school leadership, along with the teachers, began searching for them.

After questioning their classmates, they arrived at the lawn behind the school and discovered a hole in the wall, about half a meter in diameter, that had appeared out of nowhere. There were numerous footprints and crawling marks around it. They immediately understood what had happened and hurriedly began searching along the path. The once bright sun was slowly being covered by drifting dark clouds, as if a harbinger of rain.

The air gradually filled with a damp, sticky feeling, which was awful, like being soaked in some kind of slimy liquid.

When the teachers followed the trail and found the students, they discovered them under a nearby overpass, holding strange black stones in their hands, their bodies covered in mud.

Several boys were digging there, using their hands to dig through the hard clods of mud.

Their hands were covered in cuts and scratches, and one of their fingers had even hit a rock, with the joints worn down to the bone. Even so, they continued to dig, their bones intertwined with the soil, without feeling any pain.

The sight sent a chill down the spines of the school leaders, who felt a throbbing pain in their fingers: "Stop! What are you doing? Stop!"

Their voices startled the children. Everyone turned to look at the teachers in unison, but no one made a move.

Four teachers rushed forward and pulled the boys up from digging. The boys struggled violently, scratching the teachers' arms with their fingernails and making terrifying cries, trying to continue digging.

"What's the matter?"

As they wondered what was happening, a little girl stepped out from the crowd, carrying two oval-shaped black stones. She then raised one of them and approached the principal:

"Here you go, Principal."

"What is this?" the principal asked curiously as he took it.

The moment his hands touched the stone, his face froze, and his eyes instantly filled with a fascinated desire. He stared intently at the stone in his hands as if it were a priceless diamond—no, it fascinated him even more than any gold or silver.

It was an overwhelming surge of excitement.

He murmured a woman's name, and the stone in his hand gave him a strong and definite thought: his wife, who had been dead for three years, was waiting to be conceived in the stone.

If he works hard, his wife can be brought back to life from the stone.

This is something he is willing to give up everything, including wealth and status, for.

He could even feel his wife's affectionate calls and heartbeat through the stone, and as he touched the stone, he could almost feel the smooth texture of her skin.

The amount of hair, pits, roughness, and even the smallest bumps or moles on a person's skin can all lead to completely different tactile sensations.

But what he touched on that stone was the same feeling as his wife's skin, a feeling that could never be faked.

He had touched many women, but the feeling was never the same as his wife's.

He quickly and carefully protected the stone, saying, "You all go and help the children dig the stone out. I'm going home now."

After giving the order, he hurriedly left. The teachers were puzzled; why didn't he take the children to the hospital first, but instead dig up the rocks? However, since the principal had given the order, they had to do as he said. (End of Chapter)