Something's wrong with how I'm watching anime.

However, something strange happened again.

Logically, a flashlight of this size should be able to illuminate a great distance, but in the corridor, the flashlight beam only managed to illuminate a range of about three meters in front of me.

It was as if an incredibly deep black mist was swallowing the light from outside.

Everyone's heart started beating faster, and their breathing became much more rapid.

After jogging for a few minutes, everyone began to slow down.

"Has it...not arrived yet?" Zhang Liya asked.

I checked the time on my phone; I'd been jogging for almost two minutes since I turned to leave. That's enough time to run the length of a school building's corridor.

Zhang Hao, who was at the front of the line, stopped. The road had come to an end, but it wasn't the entrance to the teaching building.

There was a wall in front of me... with a corner entrance to the left.

Zhang Hao turned to look at the wall to one side. The beam of his flashlight shone on the wall, revealing a painting with a sculpture on it, along with a name and a famous quote below.

"I love my teacher, but I love truth more." — Aristotle.

Zhang Hao lowered his hand, shone the flashlight forward again, and his face turned ashen.

"We ran back to **..."

He stated this fact, and just as he turned to leave, Aristotle's painting was placed there.

"Is this... being trapped in a maze?"

Chen Jie uttered a word in a trembling voice.

Folklore says that when walking in the wild, one might find themselves returning to the starting point no matter which way they go. This is believed to be the work of ghosts or monsters, blinding people.

"But...we're walking along a straight corridor!"

Zhang Liya spoke up;

"If it's called being trapped in a maze, it means you're going around in circles in the same place, constantly going in circles."

"A straight line... how could it possibly return to the starting point..."

For a moment, the corridor was deathly silent.

After running backwards and returning to the starting point, everyone realized that what was usually just a joke or a fabricated fantasy was actually happening around them.

'This is like... if you walk by the river often enough, you're bound to get your shoes wet.'

Zhang Liya thought to herself.

What should you do if you encounter a paranormal phenomenon during a paranormal adventure that was just a gimmick?

Looking beyond the flashlight beam into the deep darkness, a constant sense of fear emanated from her heart.

Unbeknownst to Zhang Liya, this fear, this thought, was transforming into invisible black smoke that seeped into the surrounding darkness.

"Fuck your mother's Gobi Desert."

The fat man, who had been silent and had kept the engine off, finally exploded. He suddenly started cursing and spewing all sorts of vulgarities.

"If you've got the guts, come out here and face me, Jiang Ye..."

Under extreme circumstances and with nerves stretched thin, releasing one's emotions is indeed a good way to alleviate fear.

After cursing without even taking a breath, the fat man stopped, bent over, put his hands on his knees, and gasped for breath.

The fat man's outburst did indeed alleviate some of the pressure caused by the surrounding deathly silence.

Even so, the situation remains unchanged.

"What do we do now?" Chen Jie stammered.

They... seem to be trapped in this place.

Trapped and unable to contact the outside world.

That was all. Chen Jie looked around cautiously.

Who knows... what might be even more terrifying hidden here?

The ghost of a school worker wanders the school... This is a ghost story from Yuehai Elementary School.

Could this vengeful spirit really exist, or is the predicament they are facing caused by that vengeful spirit?

"Continue...run back."

Zhang Hao spat out those words through gritted teeth, and at the same time took off the necklace from his neck and threw it on the ground in front of him.

He then turned around, turned on his flashlight, and ran forward again. Seeing this, the other three had no choice but to follow.

A few minutes later, footsteps approached from a distance in the corridor.

Zhang Hao stopped, and Zhang Liya and the others following closely behind him also stopped at the same time.

Ahead of them, a left-turning road lay quietly, as if waiting for them.

On the ground, a silver necklace was placed.

They've returned to point Qi once again!

This time there's no need for doubt or wishful thinking; they are truly trapped.

In the silence, the deathly stillness continued to spread, and fear continued to fester.

Zhang Hao stood there pondering for a while, then turned around again.

"Are we going back again?" the fat man asked, watching Zhang Hao walk past him.

“No…” Zhang Hao shook his head but turned left and walked towards classroom number 108 next door.

He kicked the wooden door open and went inside.

Chen Jie's eyes lit up when he saw his actions.

"Right, how come I didn't think of that... Once I got to the classroom, I could just climb out the window and leave this school building, right?"

Chapter 88 From Show to Reality

They are now trapped in the corridor on the first floor of the teaching building.

However, if you simply want to leave this building, you don't necessarily have to take the corridor.

Break free from fixed thinking; climbing out of the classroom window is just as effective.

Seeing Zhang Hao take the lead, kick open the classroom door, and walk in, the others looked at each other in surprise before following closely behind.

This classroom was also in a state of disrepair.

The tables and chairs had long been moved out and disposed of, leaving only an empty room with two frosted glass blackboards with wooden frames at the front and back.

The plaques reading "Diligent Study" and "Disciplined" are hung above the blackboards at the front and back, respectively.

When everyone entered the classroom, Zhang Hao was standing by the window.

The window is not a sliding type, but a push type. The paint on the window frame has long since peeled off, and traces of clothing can be seen on the wood below.

"open..."

Zhang Liya was about to call Zhang Hao's name when Zhang Hao suddenly said:

"Turn off the flashlight!"

"quick!"

Zhang Hao's tone was very urgent, but fortunately everyone reacted immediately and turned off their flashlights as he instructed.

The classroom was plunged into complete darkness, where only the sound of each other's breathing could be heard.

"Brother Hao... what's wrong?"

Swallowing hard, Zhang Liya asked.

But Zhang Hao then said, "Silence!"

Everyone immediately fell silent.

But this silence wasn't caused by Zhang Hao's words; rather, it was because everyone had seen two red lights floating in mid-air like lanterns outside the window...

The two beams of light were slowly drifting towards this place until they reached the window.

Inside and outside, the four people in the classroom faced off against the red will-o'-the-wisps outside the window.

Seeing the red will-o'-the-wisp, Zhang Liya subconsciously backed away.

While backing away, perhaps due to physical weakness caused by fear, the phone accidentally fell to the ground.

The phone screen lit up, its soft white light filling the dim classroom.

Although the light was not large, it was enough to illuminate the surroundings and the things in front of him.

A face was peering through the window.

No, that's not a face, just the outline of a face.

Its skin was deathly pale, and its dry lips parted to reveal a chilling smile. The red will-o'-the-wisps that everyone saw were actually its eyeballs.

The eyeballs bulged outwards, like a frog's eyes, and dark red liquid kept flowing out of the eye sockets.

Ghosts... vengeful spirits, whatever they were called, terrifying things appeared right before their eyes!

The light from the phone screen illuminated the window, revealing what was lingering outside. But in the same dim light, the vengeful spirit also saw the people inside the classroom.

A withered, bony hand slammed against the window, causing the entire row of windows to tremble and the latches between them to creak under the strain.

"go!"

Zhang Hao practically shouted these words, and the flashlight was turned on again. Everyone rushed out of the classroom.

Back in the corridor, it seems there's no other way to go now.

No one knew how long it would take for that terrifying thing outside the classroom window to burst in; their most important task now was to run.

The only way out at this point is the corridor that turns left in front of us, a path that leads deep into the teaching building.

Although everyone had great concerns about going deep into the teaching building, they had no choice but to step inside under these circumstances.

The group ran forward frantically for four or five minutes before slowly coming to a stop.