This man looks very refined, wearing a pair of black round glasses, his hair neatly combed back. One hand is behind his waist, and he is walking towards her slowly.
The smell of blood rushes towards her. Opening her eyes again, the menacing ghost is only three steps away. She bends down to dodge a blow, then rolls on the ground, closing her eyes, running through the old building.
This is too strange, it's entirely two different scenes. According to the school's layout, she should have hit at least three walls by now, but the path ahead is unobstructed. At the end of the narrow corridor is an old staircase, and the man in the long robe follows her. His speed is slow, yet he remains no more than twenty meters away from her.
Cui Wenyan gathers her energy and rushes upstairs, recalling her current position in the real world; she should be close to the top floor. If she opens her eyes now, she will be in the innermost classroom on the eighth floor.
