The students in the classroom ran for their lives frantically. The stairs and corridors were filled with footsteps and terrified screams.
Huang Ming was in the fourth classroom on the fourth floor. He was the first student to escape from the classroom and also the first to run downstairs.
However, Huang Ming and many other escapees who were like him arrived on the third floor. They immediately realized that none of the classrooms on the third floor had been opened. However, screams could be heard from the classrooms. It was the sound of humans dying.
Huang Ming and the other survivors were terrified. Huang Ming had already figured out why the doors of the classrooms on the third floor were all closed. It was very likely that the doors were blocked by ghosts. The classrooms on the third floor were very likely to become the hunting grounds of ghosts.
Thinking of this, Huang Ming quickened his pace and went downstairs even faster. When he arrived at the second floor, Huang Ming noticed that the doors to the classrooms on the second floor were already wide open. Countless people had started to run away. Behind the escapees on the second floor, there were a few people whose bodies were pale, as if they were projections of the void. They looked strange.
Huang Ming's scalp went numb when he saw these creatures. He knew that these were ghosts, and he didn't want to be caught by ghosts. Therefore, he ran even faster.
He ran to the square on the first floor, but there was not a single ghost on the square. Huang Ming and the others heaved a sigh of relief. After that, they looked at the teaching building behind them and saw a scene that made them tremble in fear.
Numerous ghostly figures appeared behind the window, and they were all looking at them, the living humans. The gazes of these ghostly figures made Huang Ming and the others despair.
Especially when Huang Ming saw a few people he had seen before on the fourth floor, no, they were now ghosts. The panic in Huang Ming's heart intensified.
Endless fear filled the hearts of the people.
More and more people rushed out of the teaching building and filled the square. In the end, the ones who rushed down from the stairs of the teaching building were no longer humans. Instead, they were ghosts. A group of ghosts rushed down with their mouths open as if they wanted to devour everything. It was extremely terrifying.
Huang Ming and everyone else in the school square felt a chill run down their spines as they ran to avoid the ghosts.
The cafeteria, the female teaching building, the university's internet cafe, and finally the school's main gate. However, there was still no way to escape.
As time passed, everyone died in this Ghost Provoking Circuit.
From the beginning of the game to the end, it only took half an hour. After this half an hour, not a single one of the more than 2,000 people survived. Everyone was eaten by the ghost, and everyone was turned into a ghost by memes, an illusory ghost body.
There was not a single person in the entire school, only ghosts. There were more than 2,000 ghosts.
Wang Fan was an outsider who had seen the ending of the game from the beginning. He was not surprised by the ending of the game because the original purpose of setting up this game was to harvest the spiritual energy of the human soul. It could be said that Wang Fan had set up a game of death. No one could survive in this game.
Because of this Ghost Provoking Circuit, as long as a person had a mobile phone and turned it on to answer the call, the ghost in the Ghost Provoking Circuit would appear and start to eat people and turn them into ghosts.
Moreover, because the signal covered the entire school, the ghost could exist anywhere and was almost impossible to avoid.
If you really wanted to avoid it, you had to put your phone aside before entering the game. You absolutely could not hold your phone or put it in your pocket.
Whether it was holding the phone or putting it in his pocket, it was a very suicidal behavior, because when he entered the game, his body's condition would be synchronized by the Alaya Pearl.
To avoid the appearance of this ghost, there were only 2,000 people who did not bring their phones or were in flight mode.
If there was one person among the 2,000 people whose phone was not turned off or who did not turn on the airplane mode, the ghost would appear and start killing people, turning them into ghosts.
Right now, in this school cemetery, 2,000 people had all become ghosts. When they became ghosts, Wang Fan had taken a portion of their mental strength. This portion was not much, and it would not harm their souls. It would only make them feel a little tired, probably similar to a man taking a bath.
When 2,000 units of spiritual energy were in Wang Fan's hands, it meant that the game was over. Soon, the 2,000 players in the town arrived at the library and went to exchange for the skill books in the library.
Wang Fan didn't pay attention to the library today. He only gave an order to wait for the human souls in the library to exchange for the skill books before sending them back. After that, Wang Fan's soul and mind exited the Orb of Alaya. He wanted to sleep early.
To Wang Fan, running around in the day was really tiring.
He wanted to go to bed immediately, but at this moment, his phone kept ringing. It was the sound that would appear when he sent a WeChat message.
Wang Fan raised his eyebrows. He turned on his phone and wanted to mute it. However, when he did so, he found that there was a group chat in WeChat about the arrival of the Grim Reaper.
Wang Fan's expression froze, and his sleepiness was instantly gone. He opened the WeChat group and looked at the chat messages in WeChat.
"More than ten people died in Sunset Village today, and each of them died in a very strange way.”
"No, you're talking about the news in the afternoon. There are already hundreds of people dead in Luaxia Village. Now, all the people in the village had moved out, as if there were ghosts in the village.”
"Why don't we go explore that place together?”
This was a group chat for his junior high school classmates. The messages in this group chat flashed across Wang Fan's eyes, causing him to be stunned.
The real-life version of Death is here?
Wang Fan remembered that the gem in his hand did not have the ability to affect reality.
Was the real Death God of Luoxia Village here?
Wang Fan frowned slightly and thought to himself, I definitely have to change my schedule tomorrow. I don't have to deal with the spiritual coordinates. I have to go to Luanxia Village to see what's going on with the real-life version of Death God.
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