I am a Scarecrow and the Demon Lord of Terror!

"Clang!"

Finally, driven by fear, Mike punched the glass.

Mike was quite confident in his own fist.

Not only did he often work out, he had even participated in boxing matches in the past.

But later, because his injuries were too severe, he had no choice but to give up.

Now, although his injuries from the previous match had not fully recovered, Mike was still quite confident that he could deal with a small piece of glass.

However, reality had given him a heavy blow.

With a slight tremor, the fist landed on the glass with a dull sound.

"How... how is this possible?"

The glass shook a few times, but nothing happened.

This situation was beyond Mike's expectations. No, it should be said that Mike did not expect it at all.

He did not expect that his attack did not even break a piece of glass.

Unwilling to give up, he began to wave his fist crazily and then hit the glass.

However, the glass seemed to be made of titanium alloy. It was very strong and would not break.

Not to mention breaking, there was not even a trace on the glass.

Finally, Mike gave up. He turned around and ran towards the stairs like a crazy person.

The uneasiness in his heart kept increasing. The originally ordinary school became more and more sinister and terrifying in his eyes.

"What the hell is going on!"

The feeling of hitting the glass was so real that the texture of the glass was really just ordinary glass.

But it was different.

There was something strange about this building.

Just staying here made Mike feel suffocated.

There was only one thought in his mind, and that was to escape from here.

Run, run, this damn place, I do not want to stay here any longer.

Running and jumping, Mike ran to the door quickly.

The wind caused by running blew the blank test paper on the ground.

Mike did not notice that the test paper he had just stepped on was as white as new.

There was no dust on it, nor were there any footprints on it.

Just as Mike had expected, this school was full of strange things.

The test paper floated to the ground again, and then it floated up in the corridor where there was no wind.

The test paper folded up and moved vertically toward a classroom.

It felt as if someone had picked it up and was about to take it to class.

If Mike turned back at this moment, he would definitely be able to see this strange scene.

Fortunately, Mike wanted to run out of the teaching building, so he was not in the mood to pay attention to this.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

He finally reached the door and pushed it open.

Unfortunately, the iron door was not open for him.

Just like the window, the door was rusted. No matter how hard Mike tried, there was no movement.

"Damn it, is it the same here?"

Mike tried hard to make himself angry, so as to suppress the unease and fear in his heart.

But even he himself did not notice that his voice had begun to tremble.

Fear had inevitably grown in his heart.

He did not know if it was his imagination, but he felt that the temperature in the entire corridor had dropped a little, as if someone was turning on the air conditioner.

Wisps of cold air blew out of nowhere.

"How can such a retro school have air conditioning!"

Feeling the cool breeze, Mike's facial expression showed signs of losing control.

He looked around, looking for the source of the cool breeze.

This kind of school did not have air conditioning, so why would there be wind blowing in such a completely enclosed place?

The answer was obvious. This meant that somewhere in the teaching building, or more accurately, nearby, there was a passage leading to the outside world.

The possibility of a passage was small, but it was possible that there was a hole or something.

Mike was going crazy. Being able to analyze calmly in this environment was the best he could do.

The ventilation was connected to the outside world. I might not be able to pass through, but I could use this to see what was happening outside.

He was eager to know what this place was, and the real reason for his appearance here.

It was too scary.

He had never dreamed that he would encounter such a thing.

One had to know that in such a situation, the most taboo thing was to scare oneself.

Especially in this era of information being available online, a university student was exposed to countless kinds of movies and TV works.

There were even more scenes that contained similar horror.

Especially in such a free country, it was not unusual for anything to happen.

Controlling himself, Mike tried his best to keep calm and walked in the direction of the wind.

"Classroom?"

The whole process was not a problem. Other than the lower and lower temperature, which made Mike a little uncomfortable, he soon found the source of the cold air.

The cold wind blew from one classroom after another.

It was a cold wind that blew out from the half-open door in every classroom.

This situation was beyond his understanding.

But Mike did not think about it carefully. He did not dare to think too much.

Because sometimes he was too smart. If he thought too fast, he would be the one in pain.

Especially in the current situation that Mike was in. No matter how much he knew and how much he found out that something was wrong, he couldn't change anything.

"What should I do?"

Mike had been asking this question ever since he came here. Ever since he realized his situation, he had been asking himself this question.

He ventured into one classroom after another. The scene inside stunned him.

He pushed open the door. The classroom was spotless and very clean. Not to mention, there were textbooks and homework on the desks.

The blackboard was filled with all kinds of knowledge points.

As a college student, Mike was not unfamiliar with the contents.

It was high school mathematics. Mike had not forgotten the formula written on it.

The first thing Mike did when he saw it was not fear, but:

"Ah, so it's this content. I know this."

But when he came back to his senses, Mike's back was covered in cold sweat, and his clothes were soaked.

The surrounding temperature was getting lower and lower, but Mike did not seem to feel it. His body was constantly sweating.

What was going on?

Was this place not abandoned?

But why did it look like it was still in use.

In order to confirm his thoughts, Mike walked out.

"!"

However, the situation in the corridor outside made him freeze on the spot.

"This, this, this... what is this situation?"