Until the end of get out of class, I was still in a state of confusion.

This class is the weirdest class I have ever heard - there is no textbook, no courseware, and not even anything to copy.

Wu Luo has been talking about the dialectical relationship between consciousness and the spiritual world. Sometimes he talks about existence, and sometimes he talks about non-existence.

As a result, I didn’t even understand what the spiritual world was.

After class, I had to ask for help from my deskmate Zhang Xiaofei, who was the only person I knew in this school.

"To put it simply, the spiritual world is a world that is different from our real life. You can think of it as a parallel space. There are many parallel spaces in the known universe today, and the only way to enter and exit them is to use consciousness." Zhang Xiaofei said while talking. Draw on the picture and explain patiently.

I felt a dull pain in my head, so I quickly interrupted him, "Stop talking! My head hurts!"

Zhang Xiaofei brought his face up and looked into my eyes.

At close range, I could even feel the hot breath coming out of his mouth, "Yeah, it's really strange. You don't belong to us, but you enter our world."

After hearing this, I jumped up on the spot and asked loudly: "Your world? What do you mean by this?"

My scream attracted surprised looks from the whole class, and they looked at me as if they were looking at a madman.

"My head hurts!" In panic, I searched every pocket of my clothes, but couldn't find the medicine bottle I wanted. "Damn it! Did you leave it in the dormitory?!"

Because I suffer from strong paranoia, my brain cells are more active than the average person, but the side effects are also very obvious.

At this time, my head was about to explode, causing me to fall into a violent state and rush randomly, "You! Who has tranquilizers?!"

"Call the guards! Someone's mind is going crazy here!"

At this moment, the whole class was in chaos, calling for help one after another. Their expressions were very panic, which came from the fear that their lives were being threatened.

I wanted to ask again, but unexpectedly, a woman suddenly appeared from behind and strangled my neck, threw me to the ground, and forcibly suppressed my limbs so that I could not move.

I turned around with difficulty and saw a woman in black uniform taking out an injection from her pocket and stabbing it towards my cervical spine.

An indescribable pain covered my entire body, causing my eyes to go dark and I fainted from the pain.

When I woke up again, I found myself sitting on a bus.

"Where is this?"

I was about to ask the driver loudly, but I saw the driver turned his face 180 degrees and stared at me, his eyes red, like a zombie.

A chill hit my head and made me shiver.

Immediately afterwards, there was a sudden spin, and I felt my whole body rising into the air and hitting an iron pillar heavily.

The pain in my body gradually became clearer, and it almost hurt me. When I opened my eyes, everything I saw was hazy red.

Only then did I realize that it was blood!

The back of the head was hit and bleeding profusely.

Half of my face was immersed in a pool of warm blood, and the pungent smell of blood hit my face.

I wanted to move but couldn't, and my whole body fell to the back of the bus.

My hands and feet were numb, a cold feeling came to my heart, and cold sweat kept breaking out on my forehead.

Ever since I was a child, I have never lost control of my body like this.

That helpless despair filled my whole head.

I shouted for help, but something was stuck in my throat and I couldn't scream.

Holding my breath, I coughed out the foreign matter in my throat, and a centipede the size of my little finger spurted out of my mouth.

My head was buzzing all of a sudden, like a gong and drum beating desperately on top of my head.

I looked around and saw that the passengers in the same car as me were also injured to varying degrees. Some groaned in pain, some screamed, and some slept forever. There was a woman whose body was completely twisted, with her upper body and lower body one in front of the other.

Then he fell next to me, staring straight at me with his two eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, was she dead?

He must be dead...his body is twisted like this...

There was a harsh "clack" sound, and I followed the sound, and the scene I saw completely woke me up.

An extremely huge centipede actually came out of the bus driver's mouth. To be precise, it sprayed out, one, two, and three...

Densely dense centipede feet crawled all over the driver's face, and the driver's entire body twisted and shook irregularly, as if he was suffering from tremendous pain.

The centipede gnawed away at the driver's face, leaving it bloody and bloody. Perhaps his vocal cords had been damaged by the centipede in his body, and the driver could only make a harsh "clucking" sound.

This sound lasted for more than a minute. During this time, it was a kind of mental, visual, and auditory torture for every living person in the car.

Gradually the driver's voice became quieter and quieter until there was no sound.

The heartbreaking shouts came one after another, especially the voice of one of the men, which was even shriller and made my eardrums hurt.

Perhaps the screams alerted them, and they crawled out from the driver's body and came toward me in a dense crowd, occupying half of the carriage. My scalp went numb. "I don't want to die here! I don't want to die here!"

I want to get out!!"

Those who could still walk desperately climbed out of the broken left window, not caring whether the people in the car were alive or dead.

Those who were able to use their hands vigorously threw objects around them and hit them, hoping to scare them away, but it had the opposite effect. The centipedes seemed to be enraged, and they rushed into the woman's face and bit them wildly, and some of them had already penetrated into the woman's belly.

At first she could still pluck the centipedes from her face with her hands, but after a while her hands and feet seemed to have lost consciousness and could not move at all.

She could only make a "cluck" sound as her last resistance. The death of this woman was so similar to that of the driver.

Will I be next?

This carriage is simply hell.

I cried and begged those who escaped not to abandon me and not to leave me alone.

Helpless tears flowed into a pool of blood. How I wished this was a nightmare.

However, this is an unchangeable reality. After the centipede bit the woman to death, it immediately began to look for the next target. At this time, I was the only one alive in the car. Their movements began to slow down at this time, as if they were full.

But they still crawled towards me. At first I thought they would let me go, but at this time my hope was completely shattered.

I resigned myself to my fate and closed my eyes, remembering how I tortured a centipede to death in the past.

I was still very young at that time and was full of curiosity about everything in the world. I seemed to have pulled out every leg of the centipede and watched it die in pain...

Retribution? It should be, now is the time to pay for the consequences.

The centipede climbed up my legs and covered my body along the body. The itchy feeling is something I will never forget.

A hint of something cool blew onto my face, and it smelled a bit like toilet water.

I opened my eyes suddenly and reached out a hand from the window at the back of the bus. Because the bus had rolled over, I knew clearly that someone was standing outside my head.

There was a strange perfume in the air, but it was able to drive away these weird centipedes! At this time, the centipedes retreated like a tide. My heart instantly changed from dead to active, and I started to move my body while shouting loudly.

As time went by, I gradually gained control over my body, and the pain in my hands and feet became clearer.

I absolutely love this pain. Although it hurts, at least I can feel it.

I endured the pain in my body, twisted my body and climbed as far out of the window as possible. Unexpectedly, the hand disappeared.

Forget it, I'm covered in a weird perfume that can repel centipedes. The most important thing is to get out quickly while the effect is still there.

If the smell weakens, who knows if the centipede will fight back?

I couldn't take this risk. After clearing my mind, I quickly climbed along the car seat and climbed out of the window. When I passed the body of the woman who was bitten by a centipede, I silently said "rest in peace".

Finally, I climbed out of the window smoothly. There were still several big centipedes hanging on my body, which seemed to be determined to bite me to death. I plucked them off with my hands, turned over and fell out of the car.

It feels so good to escape from hell and return to the world.

I took a deep breath greedily, but what I inhaled was indeed a strong smell of blood.

I looked around and almost died suddenly here.

All the people who escaped before were bitten to death by centipedes. They were far away from me, but they were all lying there motionless at this time.

I swallowed secretly, looked up, and saw the rescue team coming over here carrying flamethrowers.

"Finally rescued-" I breathed out a sigh of relief.

However, a strange scene happened. The rescuers who came to the rescue seemed to be grabbed by something, and their bodies became stiff.

Everyone's face showed an expression of pain, and they covered their throats with their hands, as if to prevent something from spitting out.

My heart skipped a beat, and a cold feeling surged from the soles of my feet to my forehead.

The person at the front couldn't hold on anymore. The moment he let go, huge centipedes spurted out from his mouth. One, two, three... densely packed centipedes crawled all over his body. This was the first time he saw them.

In the scene, they bit the man's body fiercely.

Among them, the rescuers fell down one after another, were eaten, bitten, and finally died. In just a few minutes, several more lives were lost here. The smell of death filled the whole place.

A scream pulled them into hell. One of them looked extremely painful. He covered his throat with one hand and asked for help from the people around him with the other hand, but no one could save him. They could only watch the spewing out of his mouth.

Countless centipedes, and then let the centipedes bite his body.

Escape is what everyone wants to do most. In the blink of an eye, the rescue team was dying and escaping.

"Mo Jianchu, you also think it's interesting, right? You can appreciate the scene of human beings dying struggle up close."
To be continued...