Survival game for all: The max-level boss wins easily everyday!

A chilly breath gushed out along with thick black blood, splashing on the surrounding walls and emitting an unpleasant fishy smell.

The evil ghost let out a shrill scream, and its body began to tremble violently. The black fog surrounding it became thicker and more violent.

Han Chuan, who was standing outside, suddenly found that he could actually see the traces in the fog clearly. When he waited for the black fog to dissipate, he saw the one-eyed ghost being seriously injured.

"Boss, are you okay?" Han Chuan shouted worriedly.

As if it realized that Xiao Jin was extraordinary and completely different from the trash it had played with in the past, the one-eyed ghost quietly began to think of retreating.

It took a deep breath, and the cold air around it suddenly condensed and turned into a surging black mist. The black mist swirled and entangled in the air, and finally gathered into an enormous hammer.

With a deafening roar, the one-eyed ghost swung the huge hammer made of black mist and smashed it down towards Xiao Jin. At this moment, even the air was compressed to the point of almost solidifying, and the whole scene was filled with despair and oppression.

However, facing this blow that was powerful enough to shake mountains, Xiao Jin did not show any sign of panic.

She activated [Gray Feather] directly. Long before that, the energy bar of Ash Feather's passive skill [Accumulate] was already full.

The next second, a circle of warm and translucent energy shield suddenly appeared around Xiao Jin, with halo flowing and tiny feathers fluttering lightly around him.

Immediately afterwards, the giant hammer above his head came down with a loud bang. The huge hammer, carrying the momentum of destroying the world, smashed heavily into the seemingly fragile protective shield next to Xiao Jin.

Han Chuan behind him was suddenly knocked over by the sudden shock wave, rolling for several weeks like an autumn leaf. Finally, relying on his instinct for survival, he rolled and crawled to hide behind the wall and squatted. He was still gasping for breath and looked at the center of the storm with lingering fear.

The dust gradually settled, and the pervasive black fog slowly dissipated into nothingness. The surroundings returned to tranquility, and the protective shield on Xiao Jin's body also lost its luster and became dim.

Xiao Jin slowly raised his head, his eyes piercing the air, searching for the one-eyed ghost. However, there was nothing but ruins and desolation around him, no trace of ghosts.

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In a daze, Wu Tianjin seemed to smell the aroma of food.

"Gurgle gurgle~"

The sudden sound made Xiao Jin's chopsticks pause. She held the disposable lunch box in her hand and glanced at Wu Tianjin on the ground.

"What's that sound?" Han Chuan's cheeks puffed up, as if he heard some sound, but he was not sure.

He stared and looked towards the door warily.

Could it be that another ghost has come?

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jin said calmly, "Awake?"

"What?" Han Chuan reacted the next second. He put the lunch box in his hand on the temporarily cleaned desk, stood up and ran to the back.

Wu Tianjin felt as if he was hallucinating and actually saw Han Chuan. It was not until a familiar voice sounded in his ears that he realized it was real.

"Angkor? Angkor? You're awake. How are you?"

"Han Chuan? Cough cough cough~" Wu Tianjin slowly sat up with the help of Han Chuan's arm and found himself still in the same classroom before he fainted.

He was lying on the ground, and besides Han Chuan, Xiao Jin was also there.

He touched himself, especially his neck, and found that the wounds had healed. If there hadn't been bloodstains on his clothes, Wu Tianjin would have thought he had never been injured!

"My injury?" He looked at Han Chuan.

"Hehe!" Han Chuan frowned, "Of course it was the boss who did it. You're lucky to be alive. You were only breathing when we came in."

Wu Tianjin looked at Xiao Jin with gratitude.

Immediately afterwards, Wu Tianjin, whose eyes turned green with hunger, ate the most filling meal he had had in the past two days.

During the break, Xiao Jin asked him about the situation in the teaching building.

"Did you see anything unusual?" Wu Tianjin was surprised, and then he thought carefully.

"While I was running away, my attention was focused on the evil spirit. I didn't really pay attention to the abnormalities around me, but..."

Xiao Jin was drinking a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice with relish, and was thinking secretly when he heard Wu Tianjin's words.

Now more than half of Yu Ling’s body has been assembled, only the right arm and the head are missing. According to his idea, these two items should be in the teaching building.

At this time, Wu Tianjin stumbled and spoke with hidden meanings, which was seen by Xiao Jin.

"But while I was running, I saw a room at the back of the third floor that seemed to have a light on."

Xiao Jin's hand holding the cup paused.

When he first entered the teaching building, although he only took a quick glance, Xiao Jin remembered clearly that the entire building was pitch black outside and there was no light on in any classroom.

"Do you still remember the exact location?" Xiao Jin asked.

"Yeah, remember."

After eating and drinking, Xiao Jin and Han Chuan also took a good rest while Wu Tianjin was unconscious, so without any further delay, the three of them continued to walk upstairs.

Passing through the corridor whose outlines were barely outlined by the dim light, Wu Tianjin and Han Chuan tightly grasped their weapons, their fingers slightly whitened from excessive force. Their eyes were as sharp as hawks as they scanned the surroundings vigilantly.

Finally, they stepped onto the third floor, where an even colder breath than that in the corridor blew in their faces, as if even the air had solidified. The temperature dropped sharply, and the light around them seemed to be quietly swallowed up, leaving only a lonely bright light in front of them.

This time, Wu Tianjin didn't need to say anything. Looking at the lighted classroom in front of him, Xiao Jin knew that he had reached his destination.

Han Chuan was the first to arrive at the door. He whispered the words "Class 6, Grade 3". Although his voice was soft, it echoed in the silent space with a barely perceptible tremor.

Then the three of them curiously looked into the classroom through the window of the corridor. At that moment, time seemed to freeze and the scene in the classroom made them shudder.

The school was empty, except for the class in front of me, where the seats were densely packed with people, or rather, ghosts.

The students sitting in the seats had pale faces and hollow eyes, revealing a strange and eerie light. Their postures were very neat, more than 20 people, more than 40 eyes, all looking out the window at Xiao Jin and the other two. Even the curve of their mouth corners was exactly the same, emitting a suffocating breath of death.

To be honest, even Xiao Jin was shocked when she suddenly saw this scene, not to mention Han Chuan and Wu Tianjin who were beside her.

The hairs on their bodies stood up like the manes of frightened beasts in the forest, revealing an indescribable fear. Their faces also lost their color in an instant, turning gray, and even lost two of their three souls.

Han Chuan's calves were cramping uncontrollably and just as he was about to scream, Wu Tianjin, who was standing beside him, quickly covered his mouth with his hands. At the same time, he stretched out his other hand to wipe the sweat off his face.