If that's really the case, then this ghost is just too terrifying.

"This guy's potential is already starting to show so quickly..."

Jason Carter looked at him with a hostile gaze, clenching his fists tightly: "I absolutely can't let him leave this school alive."

"I'll trust you this time."

Eric Clark withdrew his gaze gravely; he had no other choice.

If he didn't act now, everyone here would die.

Immediately, Eric Clark moved. He charged out like a raging beast, his oddly shaped body—thin on top and thick below—possessing a burst of strength far beyond that of ordinary people.

"Bang~!"

With a loud crash, he forcefully slammed open the classroom door, and at the same time knocked into the old man outside the classroom, who was dressed in a black long robe, his face ashen, and his whole body covered in corpse spots.

The old man was knocked down and fell to the ground, but no one dared to help him.

His body twisted into a strange posture, like a stiff puppet with limbs flailing randomly, lacking the resilience and flexibility a living person should have.

Ghosts can't be killed.

Eric Clark certainly wouldn't forget what he himself had written.

Even if this old man was crushed into mush or burned to ashes, he still wouldn't die, and would continue to appear in some incomprehensible way.

Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.

Eric Clark gritted his teeth and shouted back, "Watch for the right moment—if you get a chance, run! I'll hold this thing off."

As soon as he finished speaking, his bulging belly under his wide trench coat squirmed strangely a few times.

A hand—or more precisely, the outline of a hand—stretched out from beneath a layer of skin. This hand was grayish-blue, with sharp nails, as if it was about to tear through the belly and reach out from inside.

But the skin wrapping the hand was extremely tough and wasn't torn open. What was even more terrifying was that the hand stretched out more than two meters.

Was this even a human hand?

Just like that, the grayish-blue monstrous hand grabbed the old man on the ground.

"Zzzt~!" The sound of flickering fluorescent lights rang out.

In an instant, the darkness shrouding the classroom vanished, and bright lights came on again. Although the walls were still mottled and the floor looked like it might collapse, it seemed as if the disaster had been stopped.

"It worked." Eric Clark let out a slight sigh of relief in his heart.

But then his eyes suddenly widened, and his gaunt, almost skin-and-bones face was shrouded in fear.

The old man lying on the ground slowly stood up at this moment, his ashen eyes moving slightly, as if looking at Eric Clark.

"Impossible, he can still move even after I restrained him?" Eric Clark's face changed dramatically, and he immediately shouted back, "Go! Hurry, leave while the ghost domain hasn't appeared yet. Get out of here—I'll stay and hold this thing off."

This ghost was definitely not just at the dangerous level.

Cold sweat broke out all over him.

Chapter 5: Lost

Eric Clark's shout snapped everyone in the classroom out of their daze.

Even though they had all been scared stiff by this sudden turn of events, survival is an instinct for every living creature.

"If you want to live, follow me!"

Jason Carter was the first to shout, then dashed out at lightning speed, heading straight for the back door of the classroom.

They were on the fifth floor. To leave the school, they had to go downstairs first. If they were on the second or first floor, he would probably have jumped out the window without hesitation.

But jumping from the fifth floor would be no different from suicide.

Jason Carter's escape triggered everyone else; as soon as they realized what was happening, they instinctively followed him out of the classroom.

Brian Cooper didn't hesitate either and left immediately.

He had a feeling that Eric Clark wouldn't be able to hold off that old man for long.

"Rumble..."

The previously weathered floor collapsed as soon as so many people stepped on it, and several classmates fell straight through.

"Michael Bolton, Grace Parker!"

Brian Cooper was startled and quickly skirted around the collapsed area.

"Damn, I'm fine. Who the hell pushed me just now? I'm going to sue him for attempted murder." Michael Bolton rubbed his butt, hissing in pain.

Luckily, he had only fallen to the classroom below—about three meters down, not enough to kill anyone.

But when Michael Bolton turned his head to check on the others who had fallen, his eyelid twitched.

Someone was lying on the ground, eyes wide open, blood gushing from her neck, making a gurgling sound as if she hadn't died yet. Brian Cooper saw a bloodstained steel bar piercing through her neck.

She was one of the top students in the class, and quite pretty too. No one expected her to have such an accident.

With such a serious injury, there was no time for first aid, let alone in this situation.

"Everyone, get up and get out of here! Don't waste time!"

Brian Cooper shouted, then stopped worrying about anyone else and left immediately.

"Brian Cooper, I was going to leave this haunted place even if you didn't say so... Damn, you just ran off. Don't even think about asking me for resources in the future." Michael Bolton cursed.

At this moment, the group of students seemed to have gone mad, rushing out of the classroom and down the stairs.

"Can we really get out of here safely?"

Brian Cooper was filled with anxiety, the image of that old man in the black robe, covered in corpse spots, lingering in his mind.