God Bestows Evil

Chapter 511 The non-existent classmate

The language teacher wrote more than thirty sentences on the blackboard.

"Next, I will take the students to read it twice. During this time, you can read along with me."

"Yes-丗."

"I promise—濄龘袢."

"Hello…"

Wu Xian read it one by one and found that the pronunciation of those strange characters was quite difficult to pronounce, but basically the original sentence had several syllables, and the subsequent sentences had several syllables.

Thanks to this prime location.

Wu Xian heard all the pronunciation of the language teacher very clearly, but it was almost impossible to memorize all the sentences.

After two readings.

The language teacher was about to pick up the textbook on the podium. Suddenly, he waved his hand and threw a piece of chalk, hitting a classmate behind him!

"No talking!"

The student who was beaten was a man in his thirties wearing glasses. He immediately explained in a panic: "I didn't speak, I was just memorizing the knowledge you taught me."

Snap!

The second piece of chalk hit the man on the forehead.

At the same time, another pile of chalk flew out and hit a dozen students on the head.

"No talking."

"Only look at me, no where else!"

It turned out that after the man with glasses was beaten, a dozen people subconsciously looked at the man and looked away from the language teacher, which was considered a violation of the classroom rules.

Those who were hit with the chalk had all the red stripes on their chest badges fall off. As for the man with glasses, he violated the rules last night. In addition to these two times, all the red stripes on his chest fell off. .

The language teacher knocked on the table.

"All the students who were beaten by me just now are forced to stand!"

The students stood up, and there was the sound of tables and chairs moving behind Wu Xian.

The language teacher shook his head.

"Instead of standing on the floor, stand on the table!"

The students were in trouble again.

After one of the women stood on the table, she let out a heart-rending scream and was hit on the forehead with a piece of chalk before she stopped.

Wu Xian did not look back at the man with glasses.

His eyes were always on the teacher.

When the language teacher throws chalk, his chalk does not come from the chalk box, but from his fingers. Every time he throws a piece of chalk, the top of his finger will open, and the bones inside will grow out and become the chalk he uses. !

A woman screams.

It also filled Wu Xian with daydreams.

The aborigines just lacked intelligence, but they were not fools. They definitely knew that the rules must be followed. The first wave of people who were thrown chalk can be said to be stupid.

What about the second woman's scream?

What on earth did she see that made her forget to obey the rules and scream?

Next.

The course just got weirder.

The language teacher opened a thick book and began to read the contents of the book. All the sentences he spoke had strange pronunciation that was difficult to pronounce, and no one could understand what he said.

This gave Wu Xian the feeling of being a scumbag who couldn't understand anything in English class.

also.

During the course of the language teacher's lecture, Wu Xian could still hear strange sounds, like water drops falling, hard objects breaking, and flesh and blood being torn...

Snap.

A drop of viscous liquid fell on Wu Xian's head, and then Wu Xian smelled the smell of urine.

This sent shivers down Wu Xian's spine.

He could only endure the discomfort and focus on the teacher.

This unintelligible class lasted for a while. The language teacher once again led everyone to read the sentences on the blackboard twice, and then explained the incomprehensible language.

This was repeated several times.

During this period, three more people were ordered to stand by the language teacher for violating the rules of the language class.

There were also students who had already been forced to stand and screamed in fear, and were hit with chalk again. The whole process.

Wu Xian couldn't see anything.

Everything is unknown to him.

Maybe there were dead people behind him, or maybe there was an evil ghost lying on top of his head. The truth was behind him, and he could see it just by turning his head.

However, Wu Xian could only look at the old face of the language teacher.

finally.

The bell rang, two hours were up, and the language class was officially over.

The language teacher held up the thick book and said in a tone of hatred: "You are really the worst class of students I have ever taught. Remember, don't talk about your classmates casually. If your classmates hear it, they will Will not be happy."

Finished.

The language teacher left the classroom.

Wu Xian let out a long breath, his back was soaked with sweat. This position brought too much pressure to him.

Plop!

Someone fell off the table.

It suddenly became lively. Some people were asking angry questions, some were destroying tables and chairs, some were yelling crazily, and breaking down crying. The whole classroom was filled with chaos and fear.

At this point the course is over and there are no more rules to follow.

Wu Xian first touched the top of his head.

It's blood!

Then Wu Xian slowly turned back.

On the table behind him, there was an aboriginal female sitting on the desk in a duck-sitting position. Her face was pale, her eyes were empty, she was trembling constantly, and her urine was dripping from the edge of the desk.

I don’t know what she saw that made her so frightened.

Look further back.

You can find that just peeing your pants is already considered a good performance.

Some of those who were made to stand fell down headfirst as soon as the time was over, with their heads bruised and bleeding. There was also a man at the window who exuded an unpleasant stench. Not only did he fail to control his child, Yes, I didn’t control the big ones...

But at least these people are still alive.

There are two more people.

Still standing very firmly on the table.

The area above their necks was empty, with no heads, and only some pieces of flesh left. Blood flowed from top to bottom, staining the entire clothes red.

Judging from the tear marks on the wounds on his neck, the tearing and bone cracking sounds that Wu Xian heard just now came from these two people.

The two people were a man and a woman. The signs on their chests were all blank. At the feet of the man's body were broken glasses.

Xu Shen walked over, leaning on the table.

"You are so lucky to be sitting in the front and didn't see the scene just now."

Wu Xian asked curiously: "What happened just now?"

Xu Shen shook his head: "Didn't the language teacher say that? Don't talk about your classmates. Being heard by your classmates will make them unhappy."

Wu Xian looked left and right, sorting out what had happened before in his mind.

Finally, he set his sights on the ceiling.

There were some very regular stains on the ceiling, which Wu Xiang discovered when he first entered the classroom. At that time, he had not yet figured out what these stains were, but now he has come to a conclusion.

this room.

They weren't the only thirty students in class!

There are thirty other students in the same classroom!

As for whether the other thirty students are humans or ghosts, there is no need to say anything more.

Wu Xian and others were below, and the other thirty students used the ceiling as the floor and were always in the same room with Wu Xian and others. The regular stains on the ceiling were caused by the table legs, stool legs and the students' feet!

Sometimes I can understand the language teacher's lessons, but sometimes I can't. That's because the lessons I don't understand are not for Wu Xian and others, but for thirty other students!

The student rules say that the teacher must look at the teacher when he is teaching, probably because if you don't look at the teacher, you will see something else!

If so.

When the language teacher left, he said that it was easy to understand that he was not allowed to talk about his classmates.

Because those classmates are still in this classroom at this time, but Wu Xian and the others can't see them!

I just pity those students who were punished to stand.

Standing on the table, they should be able to see very clearly.

(End of chapter)