I have a poisonous snake

Chapter 85 The High School of Horror 27
So... so violent!

Shen Danting was dumbfounded, and was shocked by Ye Baimian's violent house demolition.

After the blackboard was smashed open, a rectangular entrance was revealed, big enough for people to stand on and squat down.

It was very dark inside and I couldn't see what was there.

Ye Baimian scanned it with a flashlight, then supported the edge of the wall with one hand, and turned up.

She turned over quickly, and the few people only saw her long hair fluttering, and she was already inside.The posture is half-squatting and kneeling, and the waist-length soft long hair hangs flat behind her back.

The flashlight shines in, and there are long steps behind the hole, and the space is so narrow that only one person can walk.

"So the basement is there."

Fang Jue stood up, his clothes were mostly dry after strenuous exercise.

"I'll go and have a look too, you two stay here and watch, there will be a way out then."

Su Han pretended to be nonchalant and patted the ashes on his hands, and jumped up the second, following Ye Baimian's footsteps.

The steps in the basement are relatively clean. Although there is dust, it is not full of waste paper and garbage like the outside.

The stairs are narrow and walking is not fast, Su Han catches up with Ye Baimian. "Are you alone, aren't you afraid?"

"I'm afraid it's blood will splash on me."

Ye Baimian stopped and turned to look at Su Han, "Where are the two of them? Are they dead?"

Hearing these words, the indifferent expression on Su Han's face was almost unstoppable.

"No, they're on guard."

If all four of them come down, if this is a trap, wouldn't the whole army be wiped out?
"Oh."

Ye Baimian nodded casually, turned his head back and continued walking down.

The steps are not too long, because they are straight. From the top, it looks very deep, but in fact it is only about two stories high.

After walking for less than a minute, the steps reached the bottom, and there was a secret room of several square meters at the bottom.

There was a recess in the wall, and an old man with gray hair was chained to the recess. Another hole was cut in the wall, and bread and water were placed in it.

The bread was moldy, and there were red ants crawling around on it. The old man's foot was cut off, and ants crawled in and out of the wound.

He lowered his head, lifeless, almost all the weight of his body was supported by iron chains.

In front of the old man, there was a chair, on which sat a girl tied with hemp rope.

The girl's head was hanging crookedly, lifeless, as if she had been dead for a long time.

"Is this the principal of Lihuai High School?"

Ye Baimian touched his chin, and his eyes fell on the old man.

This miserable appearance doesn't look like the final boss who leads the ghost to kill people. Could it be that they have been thinking wrong all along?
The old principal is actually just a victim?

Hearing the voice, the old headmaster raised his head dyingly, his eyes were empty and full of despair.

"who are you?"

It seemed that he hadn't spoken for a long time. The old headmaster's voice was hoarse and rough, as ugly as the sound of fingernails rubbing against glass.

"You are the old principal?"

Su Han took a step forward, but was backed away by a stench.

The wound of the old headmaster had not been treated, it had already rotted, and it gave off a stench, plus his excrement, the stench was unbearable in the narrow secret room.

"Old principal, everyone in this school is dying, do you know that?"

"Know……"

The old principal spoke with difficulty. His breath was weak, as if he was about to give up and die at any time.

"Who is this guy?"

Ye Baimian's eyes fell on the female corpse.

The old headmaster suddenly had violent ups and downs, his eyes widened, and his breathing was as rapid as a bellows.

"Don't... don't touch her!"

　The high school is almost over, the next plane, the prison is online, the time is about 2345~
　　Don't ask why 2345, it's easy to remember (smile)
　　Ah, I don’t know if the big bosses look at the prison plane, I’m afraid that the big bosses don’t like to abandon articles, don’t vote for recommendations, don’t kiss and hug and hold high (this is so desperate to think about it)
　　When I first wrote about the high school plane, some friends advised me not to be heavy-handed at the beginning, and some of the horrors would not be read (shuddering)

　　


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