The little girl's face suddenly turned pale, and she was about to scream when she opened her mouth.

But before the sound could be made, Wu Di, who was behind him, reached out to cover his mouth.

"Not a real person."

Su Heng came to the corpse hanging from the ceiling, stretched out his hand and pulled it hard.

Hurry!

The corpse, along with many fine debris and dust, fell from the ceiling and formed a ball on the ground.

When everyone approached, they discovered that the so-called corpse was just a model prop for teaching.

Above my head, there was a storage compartment. For some reason, it suddenly fell down and there was a rope around my neck, which led to the scary scene just now.

"Huh, I'm scared."

Chang Zilin reached out and patted his chest, his voice trembling.

The few people did not stop and continued to move forward.

Su Heng was still walking in the front, but his face became slightly strange.

He looked down at his palms, with a little blood remaining on his fingertips. He could smell a clear smell of blood near the tip of his nose.

Don't know why.

This corpse is a fake corpse.
Chapter completed!