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The mottled and dim light moves mysteriously. The further forward it goes, the deeper it hides, until finally no light can be seen at all. There was only an eerie blackness left in the distance, as if it was about to swallow everything. The voice of the teacher lecturing came from behind, and the already weak voice seemed even more vague in the dense darkness in front, making people shudder. Even the nose seemed to smell the breath of death coming from there. "Is this... The legendary cursed toilet?" I asked the person next to me through gritted teeth. "Yes, that's it." Ren Nianhang, who was standing next to me, answered briefly, as if he didn't want to say another word. Ren Nianhang is a student of this high school. He is a basketball player on the school team. He is of medium build, but very strong. He has a square face, prominent brow bones, and a rough face.

The crowd suddenly became restless. Several people in charge on the stage tried their best to suppress the situation, but all their efforts seemed to be in vain. In the end, they could only dance funny on the stage. But she still maintained her previous posture, placing her hands restlessly on the podium, and it could be clearly seen that they were shaking slightly. Under the eyes full of anxiety, on both sides of the tip of the small nose, the wings of the nose kept rising and falling with the breathing. The lips were slightly raised and closed, as if praying silently. The whole person seemed to exude a faint sadness.