Lu Zhao was speechless: "Can you say sothing normal?"
Chen Xue said: "If worst cos to worst, we can say we are officially secret-dispatched personnel..."
"Alright... If you lack intelligence, don’t speak next ti." Lu Zhao rubbed his forehead, "The so-called ’Horoom teacher’ identity is only relevant to us who are ’Experience Students’, but if we change our identity, do you think we will face a ’Horoom teacher’ or an ’Execution Officer’?"
"It’s not that I’m underestimating myself, but Little Bing, Little Xue, even if you both work together, you may not be able to handle her."
Although Chen Bing and Chen Xue were dissatisfied, they said nothing more.
After all, just a few words and it’s already "lacking intelligence," saying a few more might make them appear as "all bust, no brains."
Jin Jiuyao couldn’t help but ask, "Then Old Lu, what do you an?"
Lu Zhao squinted his eyes: "In my opinion, let’s start with those Pseudo-Humans in the classroom first..."
"When we strike, make a big scene, and then hold back a bit, let them test out the depth of that ’Xiao Zi’ and ’William,’ and by the way, inform the Horoom teacher that we’re not enemies."
The few of them exchanged glances and then nodded one after another.
"That’s the decision then."
...
"That’s the decision?" On the other side, Lin Yi had eavesdropped on all of this.
He had no choice, so people just have sharp hearing.
He sighed helplessly. Just a re Graveyard of the Deceased, if Chen Xue was really willing to exchange information, he’d certainly be willing to share everything he knew about it.
After all, Li Huiyuan, whom he accidentally developed into a good friend, was now of no help, and he really needed so cannon fodder at the mont.
But Lu Zhao’s concerns were correct.
Why should strangers be candid with each other?
Information exchange, who can guarantee that sincerity won’t et deceit?
And that’s the main reason he hesitated to communicate with others when he first entered the school.
But there was one point in Lu Zhao and the others’ conversation that piqued Lin Yi’s interest — "Adaptation."
In a short ti, he seed to have repeatedly heard this trait.
Carrying the ashes requires adaptation, entering the campus to perfect cognition requires adaptation... these seemingly trivial and instinctive things, why do they seem increasingly extraordinary?
It even felt sowhat "conceptualized."
But honestly, becoming who he was now indeed couldn’t be separated from "adaptation."
If he hadn’t gradually adapted from "being a loser" after entering the school, with his intuition, he’d definitely have fared worse than that guy Jin Jiuyao.
Let alone possibly not surviving the first night, even reaching the Teaching Building might have been an issue.
Lin Yi extended his perception, locking onto the nineteen Pseudo-Human students in the classroom, then cautiously observed Lu Zhao and the other three’s movents from a vague distance, and only then did he take out his notepad, slowly opened it, and placed it in front of him.
He planned to jot down so simple information, and after that, head to the bookshelf area to browse so books.
No matter how Wei Liang hinted, he was indeed stuck in the classroom with nothing to do due to the bad weather.
He turned to the latest page, recalled what happened, and wrote:
"The ’Burial Body’ was contained in..."
Just as he wrote this, he felt the light dim slightly, and the pen nib in his hand began to seep ink onto the notepaper, the writing [The ’Burial Body’ was contained in...] suddenly twisted, morphing into the semblance of roots buried in the cafeteria and gradually oozing a viscous liquid resembling tomato sauce...
"What?!"
At the sa ti, a cold feeling flowed down from the top of Lin Yi’s head, gradually enveloping him.
In his peripheral vision, he caught a glimpse of a silhouette that abruptly appeared beside him.
Pseudo-Human student!
He turned his head, only to be t with not one, but a line, a circle, a large group of Pseudo-Human students with eerie, overbearing smiling faces.
Under the incandescent light, these nineteen shadowed faces resembled imprint-like templates — the sa nose bridge distance, similarly bluish eyelid folds, even the curvatures of their grinning mouths were identical, those smiles compressing facial muscles, cheekbones almost piercing through the skin, as if countless threads tugged at their features in a single direction.
Nineteen Pseudo-Human students, in a bizarre posture, surrounded him like nineteen tombstones planted around him, enclosing him completely.
And their gazes all fell on that sentence at the tip of his pen: [The ’Burial Body’ was contained in...]
Seeing Lin Yi halting his writing and looking at them, the nineteen pairs of hollow eyeballs uniformly turned to his side, with cloudy films floating atop the vitreous surfaces, resembling snake specins left unattended for years.
"Keep writing... why did you stop?" the silhouette in the front row rolled its Adam’s apple, with vocal cords emitting a sandpaper-like grating noise.
The eighteen other mouths opened and closed in succession, with syllables overlapping like faulty music box gears: "Write... Write... Write..."
Lin Yi was no longer the sa person as before, he was no longer intimidated by such scenarios, but the cult-like and eerie atmosphere they brought still made him feel uneasy, there was a strong and creepy sense of antagonism.
Lin Yi silently shifted his gaze down, then used the pen to slowly sar across the sentence.
"No... don’t..." that person’s face suddenly beca anxious, "Hurry up and write... don’t sar... don’t..."
As soon as the words "Burial Body" got sared away, the nineteen voices suddenly distorted into a sharp wail.
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