A person who is four meters tall.

No, not a human being.

It is a shadow, a shadow with the same outline as a human being, as if it is condensed from darkness.

This tall black figure was motionless, hanging upside down on the tree, with its head facing the ground.

Looking carefully, I found that there was an iron nail as thick as an adult's arm nailed on the chest of this black figure. No, to be precise, it should be a coffin nail commonly used by the people. The coffin nail had been nailed to the tree for who knows how many years. It was rusty.

It's full of marks, as if it's about to break.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock~!"

Black blood was flowing out from where the black shadow was nailed.

Along the way, the sound of dripping water in the darkness turned out to be this.

But when Yang Jian saw the head of this huge black figure, he suddenly felt cold all over.

The black figure's head had no face outline, only a notch. The notch seemed to be the position of the black figure's eyes. The red light seemed to be its eyeballs.

Yang Jian looked at the back of his hand.

"Gulu~!"

The cracked flesh was stretched open, and a red eyeball was revealed after turning a few times. At the same time, a strange perspective appeared in his mind.

It's as if an eye has really grown on the back of your hand, and the image of this eye can be transferred to your mind.

Weird, weird, or an unknown ability.

But Yang Jian looked at this weird white bone tree, the human skin on it, the mummy, and the huge black shadow nailed to the trunk.

"It's very weird here. No matter what this tree is, it's better to leave as soon as possible."

He vaguely felt that the huge black shadow nailed to the tree was more terrifying than the old man.

Moreover, he seemed to be aware that the empty eyes of the mummy hanging on the tree seemed to be watching him secretly.

There is a creepy feeling.

He looked at the red eyes exposed on the back of his hand, and a haze enveloped his heart, lingering.

It's just that it's not the time to care about this right now.

The surrounding darkness seemed to have faded, and Yang Jian could clearly see everything around him.

This is a dark, endless space with nothing but this dead tree with bones.

It's like a different world, not the school I know at all.

But when he looked back, he could see a door in the direction he came from. It was... the door of the toilet.
Chapter completed!