The haze in his heart lingered, and the dull feeling made Xu Jia's heart extremely heavy.

Xu Jia's heavenly eye suddenly lost its magical aura in such a specific environment.

The weird and eerie feeling makes people feel as if they are having a nightmare.

"Who are you?"

Xu Jia looked at the young man next to him. His expression was still as cold as frost, and his handsome face was as sharp as a sharp blade.

"You shouldn't have come..."

The young man did not look at Xu Jia, but uttered the word "such" from his mouth.

His voice was very low, which made people feel creepy.

Xu Jia didn't say anything. He felt that someone wanted him to come quickly, like a call of death, but the young man just now didn't want him to appear.

Xu Jia turned around and took the introduction book in his hand and went to the Academic Affairs Office. Then he went to the class under the leadership of the class teacher.

It was a brand new environment, so strange and novel. Xu Jia knew that since he was here, it would be difficult for him to leave soon.

He walked into the class, looking for his seat, and found that as soon as he sat down, a blazing flame jumped up on the table, and a ferocious face on the blazing flame revealed its long fangs, shouting Xu Jia's name.

"School of Death..."
Chapter completed!