Inside the old private school.
A ghost, as decrepit as an old corpse, roamed wielding a rusty large knife. Everyone who entered this private school could only sit immobile like a wooden post in front of their desks.
And at this moment, the ghost was even more wantonly killing people at random.
There were twenty to thirty eerie students in the private school, dressed in black, their bodies ghastly pale, motionless as if they had already died, like souls from memories, forever trapped here.
However, aside from these souls long deceased, He Yiner, Zhou Deng, Leuk San, and Lu Zhiwen had only recently arrived at this strange private school.
Even captain-level ghost handlers couldn't resist, and could only sit still in place.
At that moment, the ghost passed by Zhou Deng and then headed towards He Yiner.
He Yiner's desk was against the wall, which meant there were few students sitting next to her, with only one dead person existing on her front left.
