One hundred thirty-eight. Strange blood-colored tentacles

Creak—

The third ghost stood outside the door, still a female ghost, shabby and limping, expressionless.

Shabby doesn't refer to her clothes, although they were indeed worn out.

This ghost, with skin like torn fabric, a crooked foot, a twisted mouth, and one half-open eye with a cloudy pupil, stood by the door and opened her mouth.

Lu Li felt that if the ghosts continued, the number of students in the first afternoon class might be less than half.

"There are three ghosts in your room, you're afraid, so you want to hide here with me, right?"

Lu Li spoke for her.

A few seconds later, the female ghost murmuringly answered, "...Right."

"Please come in."

The female ghost, emitting a stench of decay, staggered past Lu Li, dragging her crooked foot.

The door was like the mouth of an abyss, swallowing one shadow after another that entered it.

"Do you want to do it, or should I?" Yang Chunxue materialized, lifting her delicate chin.