Mysterious resurgence

Boom, boom.

The dull, weird knock on the door still sounded at a fixed frequency, like a set alarm clock.

The door to the classroom was not locked, or even bolted, it was just closed casually, and could be easily pushed open with a little force.

But what is creepy is that the old man wearing a black gown and covered with corpses did not open the door. He still stood stiffly outside and knocked on the door, showing no intention of coming in.

But although the old man didn't come in, the darkness outside the corridor, as thick as ink, quickly hit him.

The entire classroom began to undergo unimaginable changes.

The brand-new walls became mottled and moldy, and the wall coverings continued to fall off, turning into uneven walls. Black-green mold grew on the pitted walls, exuding a cold, damp atmosphere. Due to the smell, the books on the seats quickly turned yellow and then rotted. Even the cement on the ground began to weather quickly, exposing rusty steel bars, and some places even began to collapse.

It seems as if decades have passed here in a blink of an eye, and it has been ravaged by time.

However, the lights in the classroom are still struggling against this darkness. The bright white lights are like candles in the wind, emitting the last dim light, as if they are about to go out at any time.

Fear appeared on every student's face. Some screamed, some called for help, and some trembled.

The only calm person was Zhou Zheng on the podium.

He remained motionless, looking around, paying attention to any movement around him.

A dangerous level ghost can still have a ghost realm. This is not something he can deal with.

"Zhou Zheng, look."

At this time, Fang Jing suddenly shouted. His face was particularly ugly, and he pointed at several classmates on the desks in the classroom.

I didn't notice it before, but I just realized it now when I saw it.

"Dong, dong dong." The knock on the door rang again.

At this time, the male classmate who was standing alive in the crowd suddenly trembled, and then fell to the ground stiffly.

"Li Ming, what's wrong with you?"

"How could this happen? How could this happen? Who will save us?"

A female classmate was so frightened that she collapsed on the ground and cried.

"It was fine before, why did it happen all of a sudden?" Someone said with a trembling voice.

Fang Jing's face was livid: "What are you yelling about? There is a ghost outside the door. We can die no matter what. You will soon know how terrifying the ghost that can create a ghost realm is."

The others looked at him in horror, like prey trapped in a cage, full of fear and trembling in fear.

"Zhou Zheng, haven't you figured out a way yet? If you don't figure it out, we will all die here." Fang Jing said angrily again.

He was also trembling in his heart, because anyone in the ghost realm might die, including him.

"Luosuo, if you can't wait, just run away by yourself, don't count on me."

Zhou Zheng also looked anxious, and he did not dare to act rashly.

"You will die faster if you run around in the ghost realm. Do you think I don't know anything?" Fang Jing said.

"Since you know, just stand there and be honest. If you really want to die, you think you will die. Everyone is the same. Don't think that knowing something means you feel special. Everyone is equal in front of ghosts." Zhou Zhengdao .

"Oh shit."

Fang Jing couldn't help but curse.

Yang Jian's hands and feet were cold at the moment. He forced himself to calm down, because this was no joke.

But when he accidentally saw the blackboard that was almost falling off the wall, he was stunned.

His eyes stayed on the three sentences written by Zhou Zheng before, especially the last sentence: discerning the laws of ghosts.

"Zhou Zheng didn't dare to act rashly because he was also observing the old man outside the door, looking for his patterns. Only when he found the patterns could he dare to act. Think about it, think about it, what patterns does this old man have?"

His mind started to spin crazily,

Think back to everything recorded in the story on the forum, and then think about what happened before you.

There must be things in common, there must be similarities.

The netizen named Thunder King was at home. The door of his house was closed at that time. The old man stood outside the door and knocked on the door and then came in. Then he came to the door of the room, knocked on the door again, and then came in again.

At this moment, this ghost appeared outside the corridor and was also knocking on the door, but it had not come in yet.

Why did the old man come in at that netizen’s house but not here?

Same situation, same thing, what makes the difference.

Is there not enough time?

So what is not enough time.

Could it be that there was not enough time to knock on the door?

Maybe this is the key.

Fight.

Suddenly, Yang Jian summoned up the courage to shout: "Zhou Zheng, it's a knock on the door."

"knocking?"

Zhou Zheng condensed and stared at the student who suddenly spoke: "How to say it."

Yang Jian held back his fear and said: "Although it's just a guess, I think this thing is killing people by knocking on the door. Maybe the old man is timing, maybe it's something else, but it must be related to knocking on the door. If it can be stopped, It might be useful if that thing knocks on the door."

Knock on the door and kill.

If that was the case, then this ghost would be too scary.

“This guy’s potential is starting to show so quickly.”

Fang Jing looked at him with a very unkind look and clenched his fist tightly: "We must not let him leave this school alive."

"Trust you for once."

Zhou Zheng withdrew his gaze solemnly, he had no choice.

If we don't take action, everyone here will die.

Immediately Zhou Zheng moved, and he rushed out like a violent beast. His strange body, thin at the top and fat at the bottom, possessed explosive power that ordinary people could not match.

"Bang~!"

There was a loud noise, and the door of the classroom was forced open by him. At the same time, there was an old man outside the classroom who was wearing a black gown, his face was ashen, and his body was covered with corpse spots.

The old man was knocked down and fell to the ground, but no one dared to help him.

His body was in a weird posture, like a stiff doll swinging its arms and legs at will, without the toughness and softness that a living person should have.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

Of course Zhou Zheng will not forget what he wrote.

Even if this old man is crushed into mud and burned to ashes, he will still not die and will continue to appear in an incredible way.

The only one who can deal with ghosts is ghosts.

Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth, turned around and yelled: "You should watch the opportunity and escape as soon as you get the chance. I will hold this thing back."

After he finished speaking, his bulging belly squirmed strangely under his large windbreaker.

A hand, or rather the outline of a hand, stretched out from under a layer of skin. The hand was grey-green, with sharp nails, as if it was about to tear open the belly and poke out from inside.

But the belly that wrapped the hand was very flexible and had not been torn. What was frightening was that the hand stretched out for more than two meters.

Are these still human hands?

Just like this, this strange gray-blue hand grabbed the old man on the ground.

"Zizzi~!" The sound of the flashing light tube sounded.

In an instant, the darkness shrouding the classroom disappeared, and bright lights appeared again. Although the walls were still mottled and the ground was still about to collapse, it seemed that the disaster had been averted.

"It works." Zhou Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.

But then his eyes suddenly opened wide, and his thin, almost skinny face was shrouded in fear.

The old man who had fallen on the ground slowly stood up. His dead gray eyes turned slightly and seemed to be looking at Zhou Zheng.

"Impossible, you can still move after being restricted by me?" Zhou Zheng's expression changed drastically, and he immediately turned around and shouted, "Let's go, let's go quickly, leave here before the ghost realm appears, I'll stay here to hold this thing back."

This ghost is definitely not just dangerous.

He broke out in a cold sweat.