As the wooden boards fell off one by one, the boy who stood next to Chen Ge slowly transformed. The large head slowly turned, and the small eyes that were squeezed behind the folds of fat stared straight down the corridor. The corridor sealed by the wooden boards was different from the other corridors in the School of the Afterlife. There was no blood fog, and the walls and cement floor looked no different from a normal corridor in real life.
Yin Hong saw the shift in Chen Ge's eyes and whispered to explain, "All the students here know that this place is forbidden, so they do not come here. Therefore, it's only natural for this corridor to have retained its previous state."
"The world behind the door is all red, so how could there be somewhere that is similar to real life? The only explanation is the school meant to keep it this way." Removing the last board, the fog dispersed. Chen Ge and the others rushed in, but only the boy with the smell stood where he was.
