Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

The closer to that classroom, the more pungent the smoke, the smoke mixed with black smoke obscured everyone's vision.

The theology teacher first stopped the students from moving forward, and immediately began to evacuate many students.

"Hurry up, line up and go downstairs, students!"

"But, the album I just bought is still in it!"

"That's it! My wallet is in it! What should I do? This is really poorer than the tramp!"

"Ahhhh! My limited edition Angel Angel comic book!"

For a while, the students were all noisy and gloomy.

But the fire was getting bigger and bigger, and they didn't have the courage to keep close, so they could only leave the teaching building with the students in other classes.

Zhou Yu looked at the majestic fire in the classroom blankly, and the light of flame that seemed to never go out was reflected in his emerald-like eyes.

Is it that picture?

Who knows.

Boom-Boom!!!

Flames came out of the classroom, and even the window glass couldn't stand the heat wave and shattered. The shards of glass scattered among the evacuated crowd, screaming.

The cheerleader with long blonde hair and a hot figure, Jenny, is a character on campus. She has long blonde hair and big breasts that are in line with the mainstream aesthetics of Planet Clay, which makes her very popular with the boys who are just entering adolescence And Jenny was very proud of it.

But today, Jenny, who has always loved beauty, came to school with a look of fatigue and anxiety.

She sat in her seat, fidgeting and scribbling on the textbook with the pen in her hand, and did not even look up during class.

"Today, let's learn the contents of Lesson 11..." On the stage, the English teacher's voice sounded like a lullaby.

Annie's original beautiful face had two deep dark circles under her eyes, and her eyes looked dull.

Listening to the hypnosis teaching of the English teacher, Annie felt that her eyelids were very heavy, and she seemed to be in deep sleep at any time.

Do not!She can't sleep!Absolutely not!

Annie's eyes widened in horror, and she tried her best to drive away the remaining sleepiness, and put the pen in her hand severely on her arm to wake herself up.

Bright red blood spewed from her white arms, the pain made her instantly energetic, but tears couldn't help streaming out.

"Woo-NO-Woo, don't sleep, don't sleep! Please! Don't sleep!" She cried in a low voice, trying to suppress her inner despair.

She regretted it, she shouldn't have lied because of the momentary jealousy and caused Morris to be taken away-now, he is back, he is back for revenge... ooh!What should she do?

Annie thought of the ignorant Morris when she was deceived by her lie and was taken away by the fanatical believers two weeks ago, her eyes grew even more terrified.

He will not let her go, he will kill her, he will kill her...

"Annie? Anne! I'm asking you a question! Get up and answer the question!" The English teacher's stern and unhappy voice was extremely sharp, and it pierced Anne's nervous brain severely, making her eyes more dull.

"Wh, what?" Annie no longer had the spirits of the past, with a cowardly expression on her face, and stood up.

Maybe she should go to the priest in the church for help, yes!Perhaps only a god can subdue this demon!

Anne thought of this solution, as if she finally escaped from the nightmare that had been going on for several days, her face began to regain some brilliance.

"I'm asking you—" On the podium, the English teacher with soft brown hair tied behind his head frowned and looked at Annie with a bad look.

Puff--

A sharp ghost hand penetrated the head of the English teacher, and the bright red plasma splashed Annie's face.

"Jie Jie Jie~ Why don't I ask you, how does it feel to lie? Haha! Look at your tongue, it must be terrific! Jie Jie Jie Jie~" The skin was burnt to black and there was a piece on her body. The man in the poorly-fitting high school uniform held the body of the English teacher and smiled grimly and wanton.

A few drops of blood splashed into Annie's eyes, reddening all of her vision.

Her voice was trembling, and she felt strangely cold all over.

She couldn't tell whether she was in a dream or not, the strong bloody smell stimulated her fragile nerves and almost collapsed her.

The man standing on the podium looked at her, the black hole in the eyes was the silence of the dead, which made people feel a sense of fear and tremor from the heart just at a glance.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!"

The beautiful and attractive blond woman could no longer control her fear and screamed.

Stabbed...

The scorched man cut off Annie's tongue, stared at her sullenly and laughed.

"Wow, amazing Annie, you can still scream without your tongue, will you still see me without your eyes?"

The man was jokingly frightened and horrified, showing off the cut tongue in his hand to Annie, who was almost collapsed. On that terrifying face, he could vaguely recognize the handsomeness and humor of the past.

Annie's tongue was cut off alive, and the unbearable pain of ordinary people made her pupils dilate.

She felt that this must be a dream, and she wanted to wake up.

But no, no matter how she screamed and prayed in her heart, she couldn't escape this dream.

Even the severe pain could not wake her from her sleep.

Perhaps this is the real world?

Annie looked at the demon in front of her with horror, which was burned to the point that there was no complete skin.

I can only cover my mouth that keeps bleeding from blood and cry desperately.

The scorched, terrifying face was getting closer.

Annie couldn't control her fear anymore and wanted to run out of this classroom.

However, as soon as she turned her head, Annie found that there was no one in the classroom that was full of seats. All the tables and chairs seemed to have been burnt by the fire, glowing black.

The floor under her feet was creaking and dilapidated, as if she could not bear her weight in the next moment and cracked.

Crackling--

When Annie desperately tried to run out of the classroom, the floor cracked a big hole as she expected.

She stepped on the air, half of her body fell, and she could only helplessly grasp the floor next to her, letting the forked wooden thorns prick her fingers bloody and dare not relax.

Because under the floor is a piece of hot lava, anything that falls will be swallowed by the extremely hot flames and turned into ashes.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...

She wanted to ask for mercy, but blood was still pouring out of her mouth, and only half of her tongue was left, she could only make some hoarse wailing sounds.

She could already feel the heat of magma in the soles of her feet, and the fear of death made her mentally on the verge of collapse.

"Tsk tusk tusk! Alas, poor Jenny, do you need my help?" The charred man walked up to Annie and pretended to say sympathetically, with a false pity on his burnt face.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

The knife light slashed across, and the five fingers of Annie's hand that was on the edge of the floor were scattered all over the magma.

The incision in the palm of the hand was very neat, and it took several seconds for blood to come out.

The pain at the fracture made Annie scream unbearably: "Ahhhhh!!!"

"Hahahahaha-great, it seems that you like my help! Then I will help you again!" A terrible smile appeared on the ferocious face, and he raised his hand sharply Knife.

Sweat turned Annie's beautiful blonde hair into a twitching one, sticking to her face, looking very embarrassed.

Desperately, she grabbed the floor with only one hand, and as her body slowly fell, she left a few hideous blood marks on the floor.

"No! It's on fire! The classroom is on fire!"

A scream tore through the original horror atmosphere, and the man covered with charred scars narrowed his horrifying eyes, and gradually put away the deliberately brutal smile on his face, but revealed a bit of regret. The color.

It was the classroom of his friend Zhou Yu that caught fire.

"Ah ah ah - !!!" flames engulfed everything.

Annie woke up from the nightmare of falling into the magma, sweaty and timid.

The taste of every piece of skin on her body being licked by the flame just now made her life worse than death, and she still couldn't recover, as if she had really died once.

As in the past few days, she would have a nightmare every night, an extremely real nightmare.

The pain she suffered in the dream made her life worse than death, and her spirit was already overwhelmed.

In the classroom that was panicked by the fire, there was a brief silence because of Annie's screams.

Annie looked around cringly, panting quickly, and then rushed out of the classroom.

She is going to find the priest, yes, the priest, only the priest can deal with that damn demon!

"Annie! Don't run around! Annie!" The English teacher on the stage wanted to stop Annie who was eagerly rushing out of the classroom, but couldn't stop her, and finally had to give up.

Bang—The glass shards burst one after another, and the flames skyrocketed.

On this cold winter day, Zhou Yu looked at the raging fire in that classroom, strangely making him feel a little warm.

The classmates beside them began to scream again. They had clearly walked out of the teaching building, but they seemed to be still in the fire scene, crying and howling.

In fact, Zhou Yu also knew that when he faced this unexpected situation for the first time, his reaction was the most abnormal.

He has been expressionless and emotionally stable, just like a robot without any empathy.

He seemed to be separated from the world around him, and he couldn't blend in.

After Morris left, his symptoms became more obvious. Maybe it was because his depression hadn't gotten better, but he didn't want to change it.

He thinks it is good now, the extra feelings will only affect his reason.

After a while, the firefighters in the town finally arrived late and started to put out the fire.

Due to this accident, these students were told to take a day off and arrange classroom learning after the fire was extinguished.

Zhou Yu followed the crowd out of the school gate, with indifference in his green eyes.

As in the morning, the sky was very gloomy.

It was still cold at noon in early winter, and the cold wind blew Zhou Yu's cheeks, causing a bit of tremor.

Not far away is a corner, you can go home by walking to the left.

Zhou Yu walked to the corner, paused, and walked towards the street on the right.

He needs to prove a conjecture, a somewhat exaggerated idea-that fire is really related to that painting.

This historic town is located in a remote part of the country. Thanks to its advanced agriculture, it maintains a lot of contact with the outside world, but its cultural heritage still retains its historical heritage.

For example, the small town library in front of Zhou Yu.

The quaint door was open, revealing rows of bookshelves and several tables for people to study.

Zhou Yu walked into the library, walked skillfully to the deepest shelf, and took out a heavy book.

Turning the pages of the book, a simple portrait of a god greeted you.

Obviously, this is a book about the sources of countless gods, and it is most suitable for his current situation.

After closing the page, Zhou Yu took out the few dollars left on him and borrowed the book from the dozing off librarian at the counter.

When he walked out of the library, Zhou Yu looked at the little change left in his palm, and frowned slightly.

His cheap father, who likes to drink, would not give him pocket money, which he had earned by doing odd jobs before, and was finally almost finished.

It seems that I need to find another job.

Zhou Yu took the money back into his pocket and walked towards the so-called home with the heavy tome.

Sure enough, it is still a bit inconvenient without the schoolbag.

The crow on the branch was still yelling "Quah-" with an indeterminate meaning.

The lawn was overgrown with weeds, and the wooden houses looked very gloomy and dilapidated.

Zhou Yu walked to the door and was about to open the door to enter, but from the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of something standing by the door.

An obsolete schoolbag is placed beside the door frame.

There were some burnt black marks on the white cloth that was originally washed, with a burnt smell.

Zhou Yu knelt down, his grandmother's green eyes blinked, and he recognized this familiar schoolbag.

This is his schoolbag, the one that should have been buried in the flames.

Picking up the schoolbag, Zhou Yu noticed something wrong and turned the schoolbag over to reveal the strap on the back.

A black handprint was printed on the originally empty strap, making it particularly conspicuous.