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Gao Ming outside the mirror, stood behind Ji Jie. The dead Gao Ming inside the mirror stood behind Xia Yang.

“I know what I need to do. Do not cross the line.” Gao Ming slowly raised his hand to grip around Ji Jie’s neck as he looked at the mirror. The single-eyed Gao Ming in the mirror grabbed Xia Yang by his neck. His remaining eye was pierced by blood capillaries. His voice was chilling and scary.

“I’m already dead. The one making the decisions is you.” Ji Jie in the mirror slowly overlapped Xia Yang’s expression. “It is your inner thoughts that want to kill everyone. I merely manifest it for you. Don’t you get it? I am following your intentions. I’m not guiding you, but you are compelling me.”

The mirror reflected three different souls. They were Ji Jie, Xia Yang and Gao Ming.

“Stop it now.” Gao Ming tightened his grip. Ji Jie’s neck started to crack.

Xia Yang, in the mirror, still maintained a warm smile, and his hands danced. This madman was creating death portraits for every student in Class 13!

“Why won’t you live the way your heart wants to? Why would you repress yourself? You have been hiding your real self.” Xia Yang didn’t stop. He drew the unique soul of each student. He sketched the consciousness of everyone in the classroom, including those who had been taken over by ghosts.

This crazy method triggered anxiousness in Situ An’s rules. This was the office building. The only place Situ An could fully control. The door of the health classroom was still locked. The walls started to crack like something scary was swimming inside the wall.

Screams came from the adjacent infirmary. The wall separating the health classroom and the infirmary popped with veins like human skin. The veins pumped rhythmically like the human heart.

“Someone who can see the future but refuses to claim the future. What secrets are you hiding in your heart?” After Xia Yang finished painting everyone else, his eyes landed on Gao Ming, “Your soul is a picture of death, but this mirror can only show a part of you. Let me witness your true soul.”

Staining his fingers with the student’s blood, Xia Yang wanted to draw Gao Ming in the mirror. When his fingers touched the mirror’s surface, the endless death memories within Gao Ming’s heart started to collide. More figures appeared behind Xia Yang. Gao Ming, in the investigation centre chief uniform, grabbed Xia Yang.

“Another dead version of you?”

The closer he was to the truth, the more excited Xia Yang was. He wanted to draw Gao Ming’s soul, but he didn’t anticipate that the current Gao Ming was created by endless dead Gao Mings.

“Did you use your lives to cast the steps to look into the future? Is there only death? How many times have you died?”

An arm reached out from behind to puncture Xia Yang’s chest. Ignoring the risk of being torn apart, Xia Yang smiled as he continued to paint Gao Ming’s face.

The bloody faces blocked the view. Dead figures overwhelmed Xia Yang. As he was about to reach the core, he suddenly realised all the dead Gao Mings had a sound reverberating in their chests. Their dead hearts came back to life. The hearts beat together. Eight large arms spread like ancient tree branches. The God of Flesh and Blood wanted to pull Xia Yang’s paintings into the torture room!

The mirror had reached its limit. Even the wall was about to collapse. Xia Yang finally regained his rationality. He stopped painting because he knew he could never put the real Gao Ming down into a drawing. The former art teacher also wanted to draw Gao Ming’s soul, but there were too many of them. Xia Yang faced the same problem. The more he tried to do it, the deeper he’d be dragged down by it.

The cracks in the health classroom expanded. If Xia Yang added one more stroke, the mirror that was his canvas would shatter.

“I’m the best at portraits. Who would have thought that one day I’d encounter a soul that I can’t draw?” The appearance of the torture room helped Xia Yang calm down. He wiped away the blood on his fingers and extended his hand to Gao Ming, “You wouldn’t want me to disappear forever, right?”

“People trapped in my heart will exist forever. By then, you’d pray that you had disappeared instead.”

Gao Ming held Ji Jie’s hand out. The mirror was covered in bloody portraits. Xia Yang had drawn the picture of every student’s soul. When his fingertip touched the mirror, the blood used by Xia Yang rushed into the death portrait in Gao Ming’s pocket. The death visage of the students was preserved in Xia Yang’s portrait. As blood receded from the mirror, the students were attracted by the commotion. They saw something terrifying. The blood faded away. Ji Jie, in the mirror, sat on the ground, and behind him stood a giant ghost with eight arms.

When the last drop of blood was exhausted, the mirror shattered. The spidery cracks extended beyond the mirror to the wall.

The skin-like wall between the health classroom and the infirmary crumbled. Class 13 saw everything inside the infirmary.

The infirmary had two levels, and it was extremely spacious. Fifty students with bandaged faces were tied around the beds like dogs. The platform nearest to the wall had a schoolbag, a diary and a muddy school uniform on it. Near the uniform was a blurry student ID. The student’s school number was 51.

Class 13 slowly regained control of their bodies. No one had expected that the health class would end up like this. Everyone’s eyes wandered between the collapsed wall, Ji Jie and the infirmary.

Gao Ming, who had swiped the death portrait back, retreated silently, leaving behind the terrifying Ji Jie.

“The students with the bandaged faces look familiar… When we rode the bus to this school, wasn’t there a student with a bandaged face on the bus with us?” Wang Jie looked around but couldn’t find that person. “What is going on with these students?”

“The investigation centre wants to create the 51st student! They want to trap the school rules inside one of the students here!” Zuo Bo growled. He was tied to one of the beds too. He wore his patient’s garb with many different needles stuck into his body. He screamed like crazy.

“I knew Zuo Jun was behind this!” A shoe flew at the back of Zuo Jun’s head. He evaded it easily. Yuan Hui moved to remove his other shoe.

“The schoolbag, diary and student ID belong to the 51st student. The mirror, window and door are hypnotic mediums. The investigation centre wants to use our connection with the 51st student’s last effects to find the memory fragments we have of him in our hearts!” Zuo Bo bit at his bandages as he struggled and yelled.

“The investigation centre is ready to replace us. They have never treated us as humans before!” Yuan Hui’s resentment was deep. No one knew what had happened to him at the office building earlier. Some of the students were still trying to process the info while others had already run towards the last effects on the table.

Liu Yi, Wang Jie and Gao Ming raced towards the diary. The others didn’t want to be left behind and started to run too.

Zuo Jun’s face was fully dark. His classmates were acting more like bandits!

The health classroom door flew open after Xia Yang returned to the death portrait. The investigators with teachers’ IDs entered the room, but they couldn’t instil order either.

The students of Class 13 knew that they could only rely on themselves.

“Stop! Do not touch anything in the infirmary!”

The warning was unheeded. The students stepped over the ruins. Some went to tear off the trapped students’ bandages. Others fought for the things inside the school bags. Some formed a wall of bodies and started to read the diary.

Ji Jie, who was trampled slowly woke up. He clutched his heart. Earlier, an indescribable fear almost consumed him. After endless simulations, Fear Illness’ effect was amplified to the maximum. The things he saw earlier bubbled up in his mind. Fear Illness gradually turned them real.

“Are you alright?” The kind Zhou Sisi didn’t join the fight. She pulled Ji Jie to the side. She was afraid that he might be injured.

“I had a very scary dream. I saw the ghost behind me.” Ji Jie’s limbs were cold. “It had died again and again. With each death, it became scarier. It had eight arms and four different faces. His lower body was embedded into endless bloodred corpses…”

With his description, the imagination in Ji Jie’s mind became more realistic. The key point was all the other students had seen that ‘ghost’ too. Everyone’s fear had a visual representation. Endless malice was injected into the collective imagination. The seed of fear germinated.

“If you don’t stop, all of you will be terminated!” The elderly investigator with the Teacher’s ID screamed, but it was pointless.

The students with the bandaged faces looked around numbly. As their pain lifted slightly, the straps on their bodies tightened. Three school doctors in bloodred coats walked down from the second floor.

The three doctors stood out individually. The doctor who took the lead had his fingers replaced by scalpels. Blood capillaries ran under his skin. He wore the school uniform under his coat. He used to be the school’s student. There was a student ID around his chest. His name was Huang Kong.

A very pretty female doctor followed Huang Kong. The real thing that controlled her was the head she was cradling. The severed neck had many capillaries that were connected to the female doctor. The head was like a parasite attached to the doctor.

The third doctor removed his mask. He looked just like Doctor Lu, but Gao Ming was certain he was not.

“I’ve killed the real Doctor Lu. This Doctor Lu exudes a familiar presence. He’s confident and humble, cruel and kind. He’s just like…” Gao Ming sucked in a cold breath and narrowed his eyes. “Situ An!”

Han De Private Academy’s infirmary could piece different body parts together to create a more perfect monster. An example was the health teacher who was almost killed by Xia Yang.

The office building was shrouded in Situ An’s rules. The infirmary was at the core of the office building. Even Zuo Jun wasn’t allowed to come here. This place had to carry Situ An’s secret.

“After I’ve taken the God of Flesh and Blood, Situ An has taken a different path. This guy is a genius in cultivating anomalies.”

Class 13 ignored the investigators, but when the three doctors appeared, some of the students stopped.

One of the ghosts who was voted in the earlier class was too late. It was captured by Doctor Huang Kong.

Huang Kong turned to glance at Doctor Lu. After getting permission, he shoved the ghost student into his chest. Ten fingers stabbed into the ghost. His chest tore open, and strange tentacles of blood lashed out to pierce the ghost’s body.

The students of Class 13 calmed down immediately. Before everyone’s eyes, Huang Kong used this terrifying method to swallow the ghost.

When Class 13 voted out the ghost earlier, they didn’t expect the ghost to perish in such a horrid way.

“Put the things you’ve found in the infirmary back in their places.” Doctor Lu said faintly. His voice was soft, but it carried an aura of majesty.

Doctor Lu appeared to be connected to the infirmary. Everything inside this room had to listen to his order.

“We were just looking.” The students replaced the effects of the 51st student and they all crowded around Ji Jie.

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