Purgatory Artist

Liu Ping walked to the window in three steps and two steps.

Looking around, it was a huge and unmatched bronze pillar, which stood at the end of the sky, emitting a misty blue mist, making it impossible to see what was on the pillar.

"It appeared in the real world..."

Liu Ping murmured.

There was a hustle and bustle in the classroom.

"Liu Ping, how can you do anything to your classmates at will!"

A teacher scolded.

Liu Ping turned his head and said, "What happened just now, ask the teacher to ask the students, and you will know the truth naturally."

The teachers looked at each other, their eyes cast on Zhao Xiao and the boys who were trapped in the Frost Cage.

The boys have a guilty conscience and hesitate to speak.

A teacher beckoned gently: "Come on, monitor, for you, don't lie, don't hide, otherwise we can find out the truth."

The squad leader is a 45-level girl who is a spiritual teacher and seems to be trusted by the teachers.

She wasn't afraid of Zhao Xiao, she said all the things that happened just now.

The teacher's eyes are complicated.

"Zhao Xiao, you go to the office and wait first."

Several boys went out.

The head teacher patted Liu Ping on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "One person can deal with so many people, and I can beat them. It seems that I have a good understanding."

Another teacher said: "Yes, if you have any questions in the future, just come to the teacher and don't be afraid."

The teachers stared at Liu Ping with fiery eyes, as if looking at a piece of sparkling gold.

"Understand, I must."

Liu Ping responded with a smile and tried to be a good student.

He looked back at the bronze pillar in the sky outside the window.

I don't know if it is an illusion or something, I always feel that the bronze pillar seems to be approaching the direction of the school.

Will the pillar move?

There was an inexplicable chill in Liu Ping's heart.

Think about it carefully, but don't know where the chill comes from.

Liu Ping answered a few more questions, and suddenly said: "Teacher, I have been ill for a long time and have been staying in a closed ward, so please help me out—"

He looked at the majestic and huge bronze pillar, only to feel that it was a little closer, and pointed his finger at the bronze pillar and said:

"Teacher, what's the situation?"

Several teachers cast their gazes out of the window, then retracted, and glanced at each other.

A teacher suddenly appeared in a daze,

He opened his mouth and said, "Oh, that, that is the new martial arts platform that the school is building, and you will be able to use it soon."

The other teachers nodded together.

Another teacher whispered: "It turned out to be the Yanwutai..."

Liuping's hand pointing out the window froze.

Performing martial arts stage?

The place I clearly pointed out was the bronze pillar!

He looked out the window again.

The bronze pillar appeared outside the classroom window, only about seven or eight meters away from Liuping.

It's coming!

It unexpectedly came in front of itself!

The bad feeling in Liu Ping's heart became stronger and stronger, and he couldn't help but turn around and said, "Teacher..."

The head teacher looked at him and said gently: "You seem to have something unspeakable, it doesn't matter, just say it, the teacher is your strong backing."

After speaking, the teacher waved his hand gently.

A magical barrier appeared, enveloping several teachers and Liu Ping.

The head teacher spoke again:

"Now, other classmates can't hear you talking to us, just talk about it."

Liu Ping couldn't help but looked out the window again.

I don't know when, the bronze pillar has been tightly attached to the window outside the classroom.

From the mist-shrouded pillar, there were bursts of weird noises.

Liu Ping's cold sweat came out, and he looked at the teachers in front of him again—

They all looked at Liu Ping, with a look of concern on their faces, but turned a blind eye to the bronze pillar.

Liu Ping suddenly understood one thing between the lightning and flint.

They can't see!

They can't see the bronze pillars! !

Suddenly a hand stretched out on the misty pillar.

This hand was in a weird, dead gray color, and the fingers were covered with blood, dripping down continuously.

The **** hands were printed on the window, and with a slight movement, they passed through the window and flew in.

It was more than five meters in length, and the deeper place was hidden on the bronze pillar shrouded in mist, and it was impossible to see who had such a terrifying hand.

Liu Ping endured and endured, and finally forcibly controlled his desire to draw a knife.

He looked at the teachers, and saw that the teachers turned a blind eye to the long **** hand.

Sure enough, it was invisible.

At this moment, Liu Ping suddenly thought of another thing.

When I first arrived in the real world, the existence attached to the teacher wearing glasses once said:

"They came too quickly, because I'm not very good at acting to deceive them—"

acting.

deceive.

—Can’t be discovered by them!

Liu Ping forced himself to smile and said, "In fact, because there is no one in my family, I have some financial difficulties. I want to ask if the school has a work-study job."

"Oh, that's how it is." The teachers suddenly realized.

No wonder he was hesitant to speak.

Also, for a fifteen-year-old boy, it would be somewhat embarrassing to take the initiative to provoke such a topic.

"No problem, I'll ask you a question later." The head teacher said.

There was a cold laugh in the misty fog.

The **** hand rested on the shoulder of the head teacher and touched his face lightly.

The head teacher's face was suddenly covered with blood.

However, he didn't know anything, just touched Liu Ping's head with some emotion:

"Not only there are work-study programs, but there are also poor subsidies. I can also ask for you."

At this time the class bell rang.

Several teachers left the classroom.

Liu Ping calmed down, sat down in his seat, turned out a science and technology textbook, and read it slowly.

The **** hand moved slowly on the wall, dragging a long blood stain.

It wandered around the classroom, seemingly looking for something.

Liu Ping focused on his textbook.

After the teacher came, he listened carefully.

—It's like nothing happened.

The **** hands flew back and forth, sometimes violently stretched out in front of a certain student, turning into sharp bloodbone claws, and piercing the other’s head as a gesture; sometimes it covered the mouth of a certain student, or made various gestures. Kind of strange behavior.

It is a pity that no one can see it except Liuping.

It searched for a while, and finally came to Liu Ping's eyes, and gently wiped the blood on Liu Ping's face.

Liu Ping could feel the cold touch, smell the stench of rotting blood, and his heart was full of warnings of death.

—But he always listened intently, and occasionally made some notes.

Time has become extremely long.

After a few minutes.

The **** hand finally slid over his neck and patted a classmate in front of him on the back.

The classmate didn't notice it.

The **** hand slid forward and patted the back of the third row of students.

—Still undetected.

The **** hand slid forward like a snake, slapping the students on the back one by one.

suddenly.

When a student was being photographed, he turned his head inexplicably and glanced at the classmate behind him.

"What are you doing?" he whispered.

"What? I didn't call you?" The classmate behind said inexplicably.

"You didn't call me, then what did you shoot me for?" The student glared at the other person and turned his head angrily.

The **** hand suddenly stopped.

I saw it spread out its **** five fingers and lightly pinched it on the back of the student's neck—

A vague human figure was picked up by it.

As soon as the figure appeared, it seemed that he hadn't reacted at first, and he looked around and even made a slight shout.

—No one can hear.

Only then did the figure realize that he was being held in the air by a weird long hand.

The figure hurriedly struggled.

But it didn't work.

The **** hand grasped the figure tightly, and quickly retracted onto the misty bronze pillar.

Time passed slowly.

The bell rang after class.

The extremely long class was over, and the teacher took the handout and left.

The bronze pillar outside the window stood still.

Liu Ping looked down at the homework assigned by the teacher and began to write.

Other students began to talk, eat, and walk around.

The student who was caught by the **** hands of the fuzzy shadow sat on the seat, staring at the blackboard blankly and motionless.

Liu Ping put his homework on the table and said to the same table: "How long is the break?"

"Ten minutes." A girl at the same table smiled at him.

"Well, UU reading www.uukanshu.com seems to be able to go out for a walk." Liu Ping said.

"I can take you around campus when I wait for the physical education class." The same table said shyly.

"Thank you in advance," Liu Ping said.

He was about to get up and leave the classroom when he suddenly saw the class leader shouting at the door of the classroom: "Liu Ping, the teacher wants you to go."

Liu Ping asked, "What's the matter?"

"It seems to be a work-study thing." The monitor said.

"Okay, I'll come."

Liu Ping got up and walked out of the classroom and walked along the long corridor towards the teacher's office.

Did not go far.

There was a scream of fear in the classroom behind him.

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