This Actor Is Full Of Tricks

The temperature inside the teaching building was even lower than outside, but having transformed into a ghostly state, Lin Jue not only felt no discomfort but found it quite comfortable.

This transformation wasn't just a change in appearance; it altered his very essence. There wasn't a trace of a living person's aura about him.

The first floor of this teaching building was for the first-year junior high students. Apparently, so many students were sent for training that the training school, like a regular school, divided them by grade and taught them separately.

The corridor floor was covered in thick blood scabs, and the walls were filled with bloody writing. Among those chilling blood-written words, Lin Jue discovered a unique sentence.

【You must abide by the rules of the game, hide yourself, and don't let them find you, or else…】

The word "else" wasn't finished. The last stroke of the character "else" was drawn out very long, the bloodstain extending for a meter or two. The person who wrote this sentence was dragged away halfway through writing it.

This sentence must have been written by a living person. He seemed to want to warn others.

"Game rules?" Lin Jue stared intently at that line of words: "Is it the kind of game where you could die at any moment?"

Just as he was pondering, a voice devoid of emotion suddenly came from behind him: "Who are you? Why aren't you in class during class time? What are you doing hiding here!"

Lin Jue turned his head and saw a somewhat fat middle-aged man standing behind him. Aside from being a little pale, the man looked no different from a living person.

This should be a teacher.

When he saw Lin Jue's face, a clear look of disappointment appeared in the man's eyes, which made Lin Jue feel puzzled.

Why was this guy so disappointed? It was like a leopard hiding in the grass, thinking it had found prey, only to realize it was another leopard.

Lin Jue remained outwardly calm and took out the application form: "I'm here to apply for the position of psychology teacher."

The teacher took the application form, looked at it for a while, then sized Lin Jue up: "Come with me. I'll take you to see the director."

Lin Jue followed him upstairs. The teaching building had three floors, one grade per floor, with the third grade at the top. Passing through the long corridor outside the classrooms, the teacher's office was at the very end.

There were four classrooms on the third floor. Lin Jue followed behind the teacher, glancing into the classrooms.

The first two classrooms were empty, with broken desks and chairs scattered everywhere. Blood handprints could still be seen on the window glass facing outside.

A bloody scene flashed through Lin Jue's mind. The students of this school were attending class normally when the mist silently enveloped them, and terror descended.

The ghosts rampaged through the campus, slaughtering indiscriminately. The students cried out in despair, but they couldn't escape their deaths, leaving behind their last desperate traces on the windows.

Reaching the third classroom, Lin Jue was surprised to find that there were actually students in this room.

The classroom had more than forty desks and chairs, but there were only about half as many students, all sitting in the central area, heads drooping in the darkness.

On the platform, there was a female teacher writing and drawing on the blackboard with a red chalk, creating illogical, twisted characters.

"Ghosts even have classes? What are they learning? Human anatomy or one hundred ways to eat a living person?"

Lin Jue averted his gaze. The thoughts of ghosts were indeed incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Passing through the last classroom, the male teacher led Lin Jue to stop outside a door at the end of the corridor.

The sign on the wall read: Disciplinary Director's Office.

Arriving here, the male teacher's expression clearly became tense. He knocked on the door hesitantly: "Director Zheng, there's a fellow here who says he's applying to be a psychology teacher. I've brought him to you."

"Let him in," a female voice came from inside the room.

The male teacher gestured for Lin Jue to enter, then hurried away, seemingly very afraid of the Director Zheng inside.

The guy inside was definitely the most terrifying presence in this building. Come to think of it, many students weren't afraid of teachers or homeroom teachers, but they were afraid of the disciplinary director. The disciplinary director was a nightmare for many students during their school years.

At least, that's how Lin Jue's classmates felt when he was in school.

He pushed the door open, and a musty smell entered his nostrils. The room wasn't as dark as he imagined; instead, there was some light coming from a yellow candle on the desk.

The candle had faces of people silently screaming on it. The candle seemed to have the souls of living people sealed inside.

In the dim light, a figure sat behind the desk, a middle-aged woman with a fierce look on her face, as if she would pull out a ruler from behind her at any moment and smack a student's palm hard.

Because he couldn't use True Sight with his ghostly form, Lin Jue couldn't see the fellow's strength, but judging from the male teacher's performance, this Director Zheng's strength should be above D-level.

"You're the one applying?"

While Lin Jue was sizing up the other party, the other party was also sizing him up, pointing to the chair in front of the desk: "Sit down."

Lin Jue walked over, nonchalantly moved the rotten severed hand from the chair, and handed over the application form: "Hello, Director Zheng. Should I introduce myself first?"

"You may," Director Zheng nodded, playing with a skeleton on the side.

The bones of that skeleton clearly came from different people. It was hard to imagine how many people this Director Zheng had killed.

"My name is Zhou Yue. I'm a psychologist. I have my own unique research in mental health, and I have many successful cases in treatment. Patients have a high opinion of me, saying that I'm a miracle doctor, and they're rushing to send me banners…"

Lin Jue spoke eloquently, preparing to cite a few typical cases, but was impatiently interrupted by Director Zheng: "That's enough. Just say a few words. There's no need to say so much."

"Let's talk about the salary and benefits you want."

Lin Jue really didn't know what kind of things ghosts used for transactions, so he could only throw the question to Director Zheng: "What are the benefits offered by the school?"

"Two milliliters of fierce blood per month, and three living human hearts soaked in fierce blood."

What the hell? Fierce blood?

This was a term Lin Jue had never heard before. A look of confusion appeared on his face: "I'm sorry, Director Zheng. I haven't been awake from the mist for long, and I don't know what this fierce blood is."

"It's normal not to know. Besides our school, I dare say no other place has this sacred thing." Director Zheng smiled strangely, taking out a test tube from her clothes.

This test tube wasn't made of ordinary glass; instead, it was shimmering with red light, looking like a ghostly artifact.

She was holding it like a priceless treasure, but when she showed it to Lin Jue, her face was full of vigilance, as if she was afraid it would be snatched away.

Lin Jue leaned his head over. The test tube contained about a milliliter of black blood, a black different from the black of ghostly blood, more pure, like a black hole, swallowing all the light.

Moreover, he could feel an extremely terrifying resentment emanating from the blood, as if it contained a purgatory.

"What a terrifying aura. This is fierce blood? It has absolutely nothing to do with sacredness. What kind of thing did this fall from? Just a little blood has such a terrifying aura."

Lin Jue stared at the tube of fierce blood. The resentment was too astonishing, far surpassing all the ghosts he had seen.

Entering the mist in a ghostly state this time, it seemed that he was about to learn some incredible information.