The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

  A strange smile appeared on her face.

   "You can't go back."

   "What do you mean!" Another T-shirt man frowned. For some reason, when the girl smiled and said this sentence, his heart skipped a beat.

   I have an extremely bad premonition.

  Every cell is clamoring—run away!

   But in front of him is just an ordinary clue npc.

   What is really frightening is the deep breath that emanates from this teaching building that reads loudly during the day and is swallowed by darkness at night.

   "What's the rush? She might have a clue for us." The long-haired woman looked at Jiang Cha'an warily.

   Several people brazenly discussed plots about the horror world in front of Jiang Chaan.

  The first law of the horror world: npc will not have self-awareness, and will not hear any information about reality!

  The fifth law of the horror world: When you encounter an npc that violates the rules, please don't panic, because...

   This is only half a rule.

   Sure enough, Jiang Chaan showed no expression to their discussion, her ruddy lips opened and closed: "Come with me."

  After she finished speaking, she turned around holding the textbook.

  The little leather shoes stepped on the ground.

Da da.

  The figure disappeared into the darkness, looming.

  The five people looked at each other in blank dismay.

   "Do you want to keep up?"

   "We came here to find clues! If we stay like this, all of us will die!" A trace of fear flashed in Fatty's eyes, and they decided to follow Jiang Cha'an.

   "Where are you taking us?" the long-haired woman asked.

  The girls in front remained silent no matter what they said.

  The expression has a mechanical and ethereal look.

  They are now on the first floor. There are seven floors in the teaching building, and the principal's office is on the top floor. They play the role of students in Class Three and Two in the horror world. The classroom is on the fourth floor, 404.

  The private school is built in the cemetery, there is no elevator, and the only way to go upstairs is the stairs, with twelve steps on each floor.

  The long-haired woman suddenly remembered a strange story on campus.

   When you walk up the steps at midnight, count the number of steps silently, when you reach the twelfth step and lift your foot...

  You will find that there are thirteenth steps under your feet.

  The woman's back was covered in cold sweat. Unknowingly, her school uniform was wet. She looked up at the dark and narrow stairway, and there was a glint of green glowing in the darkness.

   is a sign of safe passage.

  The seventh step, the eighth step...

  Nine, ten, eleven, twelve...

  The woman subconsciously counted silently in her heart, unconsciously murmured aloud, her companion pushed her violently, she almost missed her foot, her heart beat unbalanced, and she just woke up from a dream.

   "What are you talking about plausibly, are you stunned!" The man in the T-shirt said with an ugly face.

  Women are like fish out of water.

fine.

   There is no thirteenth floor.

  But what happened next made the woman's complexion extremely ugly.

  Jiang Chaan stopped on the fourth floor.

  She was holding the textbook, like a marionette set in the program, with pale skin and red lips. She turned to look at them, pointed to classroom 404, and still had a strange smile on her face.

   "The textbooks are inside, you can study by yourself at night."

   "What night self-study?" The T-shirt man said coldly, staring at Jiang Cha'an with a trace of fear and vicious resentment, as if Jiang Cha'an said a wrong word, and he would immediately tear her into pieces.

  Jiang Cha'an ignored his murderous gaze, her voice was very soft, with a vague sense of weirdness: "Children who don't go to bed at night should study in the classroom at night."