But according to the locals, the male teacher had committed suicide.
"Creak--"
"Creak--"
The sound of the school uniform straining under its burden filled the classroom, as if it would tear apart the next second.
Nie Hexiang's neck had been stretched to the length of a head, her skin taut and turned terrifyingly translucent, with her bones and blood vessels clearly visible.
Yet even so, she was still not dead; her entire face twisted together, her mouth slightly open, but no sound could escape.
Yang Xiao suddenly realized that in this classroom, no one would die. Everyone was a prisoner, and they all had to atone for their past sins.
They would suffer day and night, enduring the same agony that the male teacher had experienced, over and over again.
This was a cruel and inhumane punishment.