Xiaolan pushed the door open and stuck her head out.
Jasmine was unkempt and her hair was in a mess. She could only be vaguely identified through her big, bright eyes...
Well, Xiaolan admitted that she actually recognized that it belonged to Jasmine by listening to the voice.
"Who are you, beauty?" Xiao Lan stared blankly at Jasmine's appearance and said softly.
"You're welcome," Jasmine grabbed Xiao Lan's arm and led her out, "It should be over. I just found Qiao Qiao, and the others must be in this building as well. Let's go find her quickly."
Qiao Nian stood behind Jasmine and stretched out her hand to say hello to Xiaolan.
"So someone has cleared the level?" Xiaolan followed Jasmine, "Is it you?"
"It's not me. I don't know how to wrestle at all. I can't beat that transparent man." Qiao Nian pointed to the bruises on his body.
"Qiaoqiao, you have to practice your boxing and kicking skills," Jasmine said helplessly, her eyes scanning the classrooms on both sides, "After you return to Jiutan, the elders will definitely train you."
"Jasmine, have you cleared the level?"
"Neither did I. I almost did it." Jasmine pushed open a door, but to no avail, and then ran away. "The second to last person was very lucky, and it took me a lot of time."
"If you win, please close your eyes when it's dark?" Xiaolan exclaimed.
Jasmine finally glanced at Xiaolan and said, "No, I gave up that game. There is no way to win that game."
"Can you still give up?!"
"Of course," Jasmine led them into the stairwell, "That is an extra opportunity to kill them all. If you win, you will clear the level directly. I won't play that game because I chose to defeat them one by one."
So frustrating.
Xiaolan thought angrily that she was still too honest and would be obscene next time.
A few people had just climbed up a few stairs when they heard hurried footsteps above their heads.
"There is someone." Xiaolan paused.
"Xiaolan?" came a familiar call, "Is that you Xiaolan? And... Jasmine? I smell the scent of Jasmine and Qiao Nian, Brother Jiutian, come in quickly..."
It's Baomu!
The two groups quickly reunited.
Above were Baomu and Luo Jiutian. Baomu looked exhausted, as if he had just been frightened, with wrinkles on his face. Luo Jiutian was in good spirits and in a stable state.
"Baomu, where have you been? You said you saw the door, and then what?" Jasmine asked hurriedly.
Baomu told several people about his meeting with Zhao Baihuan.
"I guess the Taoist priest and Brother Fool have also entered the same place as me," Baomu finally said, "And I always feel... maybe you will find it a bit strange. I don't feel that Zhao Baihuan is such a bad person."
Qiao Nian stared at Baomu, "He's not bad either."
"Baomu is referring to Wansheng's Zhao Baihuan personality," Jasmine answered for him, "According to our previous judgment, Zhao Baihuan's personality is the most likely to commit murder."
Baomu nodded, "Although he is indeed scary, if he is really that violent, with my ability, I will never be able to run away, let alone steal his hammer."
"Baomu, don't say that, you are still very strong," Xiaolan patted Baomu on the shoulder, "You just need to use it with the output."
"Then what are we going to do now?" Qiao Nian asked.
"Let's find the others first," Luo Jiutian pointed upstairs, "We've already seen the top floor, there's no one there, let's look downstairs."
After walking down one level, as soon as they came out of the stairwell, they saw the fool standing in the corridor.
"Brother Fool!" Baomu cheered and ran towards the output he relied on for survival.
The fool's first reaction was to turn his head and make a silence gesture at them, telling them to be quiet.
Only then did everyone see that the fool was not standing in the middle of the corridor, but leaning over a door, peeking at something through the small window.
"What's wrong?" Luo Jiutian stood on tiptoes and ran over delicately.
The fool showed a suppressed smile and pointed toward the door, "Look!"
A circle of people gathered around him.
It's Qin Yin.
"I don't believe I can't handle you today!" Qin Yin straddled one leg on the chair, rolled up her sleeves, sweated profusely, and made a fist gesture, "I'll give you three seconds to think about it, three! Two!
One! Time’s up! Rock, paper, scissors!—"
After taking out a pair of scissors, Qin Yin squinted at the whiteboard on the side and stamped his foot twice in anger.
"You're lucky! Come again!"
She seemed completely unaware that the marker pen acting as a referee had rolled to the side of the podium.
The fool covered his mouth, holding back tears until he almost burst out. He pointed at Qin Yin in the door and said, "Like a fool."
I don’t know who I am scolding.
At this time, Qin Yin in the room seemed to notice something and turned his head around.
The adults all squatted down, leaving Xiaolan standing by the door, looking face to face with Qin Yin.
"Xiaolan!"
Xiaolan raised her hand and grinned stiffly.
"Wow! I can see you... What are you doing standing there? Why don't you come in?" Qin Yin crossed his arms, "Are you spying on me?"
"I……"
"Oh, Xiaoyin, you are here," Jasmine pretended that she had just run over from the side, holding Xiaolan's neck, pushing open the door and walking into the classroom, "We have been looking for you for a long time..."
"But no, this girl Xiaolan didn't even know to say a word even when she saw you." The fool also followed in.
"I……"
"What's going on? Aren't we separated?" Qin Yin looked at the group of people who suddenly poured into the room in surprise, "Did I...succeed in breaking through?"
"Well, in fact, Brother Fool and I succeeded." Baomu said awkwardly.
Qin Yin paused for a moment, then quickly turned her head and said loudly to the void in front of her, "Hahaha, let me tell you, my brother is here, if you continue to be tough with me! Humph, let's see how I deal with you..."
Five minutes later.
Qin Yin, who knew the truth, and others chose not to mention the matter again.
But Jasmine, who had just explained the truth to Qin Yin, seemed to be the most embarrassed person.
Everyone started to walk downstairs.
This floor is where Wan Sheng's classroom is located.
The fool opened the door to the stairwell and motioned for them to enter.
Baomu was the first to step into the corridor.
Then he fell down.
"Baomu!"
"Baomu! What's wrong?" Jasmine and Luo Jiutian hurriedly ran to both sides of him and helped him up.
Everyone gathered around Baomu.
Baomu's expression was also confused. He raised his hand and wiped his face.
"I...I'm fine. I suddenly fainted just now. I don't know what happened..."
"Ah! Baomu, you have a nosebleed!" Qin Yin shouted, turning over a tissue in Xiaolan's pocket.
Baomu looked at his hands in confusion, and the white back of his hands was stained with bright red blood.
Nosebleeds dripped onto his front.
Xiaolan and Qin Yin finally turned over the tissue and hurriedly blocked Baomu's nose.
The bleeding stopped.
Another drop of liquid dripped onto Baomu's clothes.
Everyone looked at Baomu who was wiping tears in confusion.
"I...I don't know what's going on," Baomu shook his head in surprise, but tears welled up in his eyes, "I have a bad feeling, I don't know..."
"Look."
Jasmine stood up and pointed to the end of the corridor.
Wansheng's classroom door opened a crack, and a red thing poked out of the door and was moving on the ground.
"What is that? Like..."
Baomu's eyes widened and he stood up, "Taoist Master's hand!"
That was the Taoist Priest's right hand that was stained with blood.