If you become a monster, you will succeed.

Chapter 541 The teaching building with a sudden change in painting style
Under the dark night, Feng Xue stood outside the teaching building with a slightly delicate expression.

From the side of the dormitory building no more than 300 meters away, the teaching building is no different except for the little green light like a will-o'-the-wisp, but when he walked through the deserted playground and came to the bottom of the teaching building At that time, the scene reflected in his eyes was completely different.

In fact, the concealment ability of this ghost school is extremely exaggerated, especially in the daytime, even if Feng Xue wiped away the bull's tears strengthened with power, everything she saw was still incomparably normal, students were students, teachers were Teacher, if it weren't for the occasional spiritual attacks, there would be basically no difference from the normal campus.

But at this moment, what he saw was a completely different scene——

The three-story teaching building, which was originally covered with white tiles, now looks as if it is made of white bones. Hanging ropes are stretched out from the windows, and there are corpses that have become mummies or skeletons. .

The gate still looks like the same gate, but the texture of the non-slip blanket covered by the gate has changed slightly. If you look carefully, you will realize what kind of carpet there is, it is clearly a patchwork of human skin!
"Good guy, finally there is a bit of a ghost school atmosphere."

Feng Xue casually tore apart the salt that appeared, grabbed a handful and sprinkled it forward, and sprinkled the "sanctified" salt with the power of purification under the power of making the best use of everything, but unexpectedly However, after colliding with those buildings that looked very underworld, the salt was like dust scattered randomly, without any change.

The purification ability above did not neutralize the filth, nor did it disintegrate, but just maintained the status quo, and the outstanding thing was that nothing happened.

"This is interesting. Is it the rules or settings of this ghost talk that have immune purification, or is everything in front of me just an illusion?"

Feng Xue casually threw away the remaining salt and walked into the teaching building. Although her movements were swaggering, she didn't make any sound.

For tonight's action, he put on the Boots of Tranquility for a long time, not because of the silent effect that can be replaced by breath masking, but because of its side effects——

"Broken" after being attacked.

That is, the effect of losing part of the speed bonus.

Through the entrance, Feng Xue stepped into the classroom area, but just as he stepped into the corridor, a strong pressure instantly acted on him.

"Can it make me feel stressed? How heavy is this?"

Feng Xue experienced the state of the Tranquil Boots, and found that the speed bonus was still maintained, which meant that this kind of pressure did not seem to be an attack.

Continuing to walk in, Feng Xue suddenly yawned for no reason.

"What's the situation?" Feng Xue habitually put her hand over her mouth, suddenly realized something——

Although he still has some human habits, he is actually not a human being now. Even if he will be tired, he will have mental pressure, and he will have a desire to rest, but he will not feel "sleepy".

He shouldn't have the ability to yawn (of course, it's okay to yawn deliberately in order to relieve embarrassment or disguise).

"Fatigue, sleepiness, headache..."

All kinds of negative feelings began to appear one after another. Feng Xue only felt that her whole body was rusty, exuding a decayed smell.

Of course, this is just a feeling. Leaving aside his pile of horizontal exercises, the power of [Iron-Blooded Tough Guy] alone allows him to use his tongue to run at the speed of his heyday when he is paraplegic.

In contrast, what he cared more about was where did these powers come from?

"When viewed from the outside, there are no entries or labels on the teaching building, which means that the teaching building, at least the outer shell, should not be a phantom. So where is the phantom?"

Relying on his power to ignore all kinds of negative states on his body, Feng Xue stared around and looked around. Although the style of painting has changed a lot, he still couldn't find it...

"and many more!"

Feng Xue's footsteps suddenly stopped. Just now, a line of text seemed to flash in his field of vision.

Immediately turning her head, following the gaze through the glass window as if someone had thrown a blood bag on it, Feng Xue saw a few strings through the barely transparent window——

[Inspirational], [Incentive]...

"Is there an illusion in the classroom?"

Feng Xue stretched out her gloved hand, pressed down on the seam of the two windows, and with a little force, the locked window from the inside was immediately opened easily.

"The windows of this kind of old classroom are the easiest to open." Reminiscing about her student days in her heart, Feng Xue opened the window and jumped into the classroom, and she fell silent for an instant.

Because the source of those elements is a slogan hanging at the back of the classroom——

"Open your eyes and start competing."

Name: Illusion·Inspirational Slogan

Elements: [inspirational], [motivation], [encouragement], [outrageous]

Introduction: A slogan that can be seen everywhere in the third grade class is more like an attitude than motivation.

Remarks: This is not rhetorical hyperbole!

……

"I'm curious about the specific use of this thing."

Feng Xue looked at this phantom with a very delicate expression. Although it was indeed a phantom, it was hard for him to understand what purpose this thing had besides being indestructible.

"No, you can't think of it that way. From another angle, under what circumstances would you turn a slogan into an illusion?"

Feng Xue frowned. The formation of infinite city phantoms, whether it is power building, label building, or natural formation, can basically be summed up as "infiltrating the embryos of fake things with a lot of [knowledge]", even his golden fingers, the essence In fact, it is just more precise use of [knowledge] to infiltrate it.

Faintly aware of something, Feng Xue looked at the desks that seemed to be soaked in blood, and could even see bone stubble and minced meat, she was a little silent, ignored the other classrooms along the way, and ran all the way to the photocopying room where the notes were printed go.

……

Compared with the classrooms that can be opened at will, the anti-theft of the photocopy room is very good, but for Feng Xue, it is something that can be done with two strands of hair.

However, unlike what he had imagined, everything in the photocopying room was actually quite normal.

Although it should be normal, but on this night when the whole school has turned into a ghostly painting style, there is a strangeness in the photocopying room that still maintains a normal painting style.

Especially in this photocopying room, where there are a lot of phantoms——

Yes, on the table in the photocopying room, the densely packed words are stacked together, and it seems that they are almost worn out!

"So many phantoms? Don't tell me that this thing was printed with an ordinary printing machine!"

　I don’t know why, when I download something, the computer freezes to death. The CPU and memory are healthy, and the temperature is not too high, but it’s stuck, even the notepad is stuck... If it’s not for the new computer, I doubt it. Is it single threaded.

　　
　
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