I'm Immortal Speed Pass Supernatural Game

The study schedule at Gaoshan High School was tight.

After the exam in the morning, students had self-study in the afternoon while teachers graded papers, and the evening self-study was for explaining the test content.

Finally, they managed to endure until returning to the dormitory.

The time was already close to twelve o'clock.

There were still twenty minutes before the dorm inspection.

"Does everyone understand the plan?" Baili Dao asked with a serious face.

This action would determine the success or failure of their instance mission.

The art building could only be entered at midnight. If they failed to enter successfully tonight, their chances of finding out who the runaway student was would be very slim.

After all, the instance didn't say that the person ran away on the last day!

"Yes, leave the stealing to me. Old Bro Baili and Shi Gandang will help keep watch, and Wei Wang will be our backup in the small dark room," Tu Xingsun said confidently.

Today's exam had really frustrated him.

He was the type of person who didn't recognize a single character. If it weren't for one of his skills being related to stealing, and he secretly stole the top five students' papers in the class to copy, the head teacher might have sent him to the small dark room as trash during the evening self-study.

Shi Gandang silently grabbed a handful of gravel from his pocket and threw it on the bed.

In the blink of an eye, the gravel turned into stone sculptures resembling the four of them, quietly lying on the bed pretending to be asleep.

Skill: [Scattering Stones into Soldiers]!

Baili Dao walked to the window, the pupils of his eyes gradually changing into a slit shape, filled with the sharpness of an eagle hunting, and even the whites of his eyes faintly had a faint yellow tinge.

[Eagle Vision]!

This was his title skill.

He could easily observe distances invisible to the human eye, as well as subtle movements, which was also why he had previously noticed Wu Wang's upward gaze.

"There's a security guard on each floor of the teaching building. There isn't one outside the principal's office, but there are people guarding the stairwells. Brother Shi, are you sure you can handle it?" Baili Dao asked.

That tall figure said in a muffled voice: "Yes, I have a prop that can stun them for half an hour. We must be quick, take the things and leave, and lock the door so they don't wake up and notice anything."

Initially, they had thought about knocking out the security guards.

But during the evening self-study, they happened to see two security guards patrolling. Their nearly two-meter height and clothes were stretched to the point of bursting with muscles, coupled with bloodshot eyes and rotting skin on their faces.

Like the Gargantuar in Plants vs. Zombies, all that was missing was a little zombie on their back.

They knew that winning was unlikely.

This guy was obviously not human, and his entire brain was filled with muscles and strength.

No wonder students couldn't directly jump over the wall to skip school.

Getting caught would mean being beaten to death on the spot!

"Alright! Let's begin!"

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"Shoes are torn, hat is torn, the cassock on my body is torn ~"

Wu Wang hummed a little tune as he arrived at the small dark room.

A slightly swollen corpse lay at his feet, dragging a trail of water on the ground.

This was Li Yang's corpse.

Previously, Wu Wang had been hiding it at the bottom of the school's lotus pond, even tying stones to his limbs to sink him to prevent him from floating up.

Today, going to the art building, it took him a lot of effort to carry the corpse back ashore.

"Buddy, since you can turn into a ghost in the small dark room, then it should work in the art building too, right?" He dragged the other party slowly towards the back of the small dark room.

This was also something he had just figured out.

Principal Wang was worried about the tentacle ghost running out of the small dark room; the tentacle monster's tentacles were colorful like oil paintings; the small dark room's urban legend didn't belong to the ghost school's camp, nor did it belong to the students; they were related to the art building; the art building didn't exist in normal time…

Combining these complicated pieces of information.

Wu Wang came to a conclusion.

What Principal Wang was really afraid of was—the tentacle ghost running into the art building, which might cause some kind of change.

So, he called Li Yang over.

The other party didn't have any objections.

He followed without saying a word, but the corpse that had been soaked in water was a bit heavy to carry.

A moment later, Wu Wang arrived.

Behind the originally empty small dark room, there was now a three-story building.

The words "Art Building" were painted in gold leaf on the roof, but it looked like it had been abandoned for a long time, and the gold leaf had become dull and even covered with moss and dried leaves.

"Glug… glug…"

Wu Wang felt something squirming under his clothes, and couldn't help but lift his bulletproof vest to take a look.

He was shocked to see that the [Bloodstained School Uniform] was changing, and the various colors of graffiti on it were crawling and flowing on the fabric as if they had life.

On the long-sealed iron door of the building in front of him, a large number of graffiti colors were also flowing in response.

As expected, he guessed right.

Wearing this clothes, he could enter the art building without that damn oil paint box!

"Now, the game officially begins!"

He grinned, laughing wildly as he approached the gate.

From this step, the core of the instance truly revealed its mysterious veil to him.

Everything before was just a small skirmish.

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With a poof—

Wu Wang reached out and didn't even need to push open the large iron gate covered with dust and graffiti. His entire person seemed to sink into a barrier made of a thin water curtain, and ripples rippled on the large iron gate.

He and the corpse he was dragging were sucked into the building together.

Whoosh—

As soon as he entered the building, he was hit by a pungent smell mixed with dust, which felt a bit like cheap oil paint, and more like the formaldehyde smell of spray paint.

He surveyed the environment on the first floor.

The lighting was extremely dim, and only a faint yellow light could vaguely make out the general appearance.

Wu Wang was quite surprised by this, he thought that this building would have no power or light at all.

Looking more closely.

Various tables, chairs, and benches in the corridor were piled up in a complex way. The debris on the left had even piled up to the height of the ceiling, making it impossible to bypass.

On both sides, he could see many classroom doors that were either open or locked, with the words "Vocal Music Room 1", "Vocal Music Room 2", etc. vaguely written on them.

It seemed that this floor was the music classroom.

"Hehehe… hee hee…"

In the silent environment where you could hear a pin drop, a strange laughter suddenly appeared, echoing in the corridor like the whispers of a demon that lingered for a long time.

There's someone in this art building!?

Wu Wang's face became serious.

No, this place doesn't look like it has anyone.

Most likely, it was some unclean thing, which should be related to the urban legends of the art building.

That is—the laughter of a ghost!

"Are you… Chu Yuxun? Where are we?" A more abrupt voice came from his feet.

Wu Wang suddenly looked down.

Li Yang, woke up!

Not only did he wake up, but even his head, which had been shattered by falling from the building, and his limbs, which had been swollen from being soaked in water for a day, had completely returned to normal.

He sat on the ground rubbing his head like a living person, his eyes full of confusion.

"Um, buddy, do you remember what happened before coming here?" Wu Wang tilted his head and asked.

As a result, Li Yang just frowned and asked suspiciously: "I remember being in class. Teacher Yao called me up, and then… I appeared here."

As expected, he didn't remember that he was dead.

Wu Wang didn't plan to tell him either.

God knows if this guy would suddenly crack his skin and turn into the tentacle ghost that Baili Dao and the others were talking about if he remembered that he was dead.

After all, Qing He Kan had reminded them before he fainted—the small dark room urban legend was related to the students who jumped off the building.

"Do you know the school's art building?" Wu Wang reached out and pulled the other party up and said: "When I was a kid, there was an uncle named Neil on the children's channel who believed in me more than my mom, and he kept telling me to create art."

"Now we are in the art building. There should be white glue here that I've never found before. Do you want to try it together?"

After listening, Li Yang was a little stunned.

A moment later, he reached out and pointed behind Wu Wang, asking uncertainly:

"I actually don't care, but… is that person here with us too?"

"! ?"