As soon as the classroom door opened, Huang Xiaolong saw, on the podium at that very moment, stood a woman dressed in an orange OL suit.
Her hair, wild as weeds, hung down, masking more than half of her face. On her hair, a few corpulent corpse worms wriggled. Her ghostly eyes were dark, seeping with spectral blood from the corners. Her mouth stretched to the base of her ears, bloody when she spoke, resembling a massive mouth filled with blood.
Well... an orange ghost, a tad stronger than a red ghost.
The orange ghost glanced at Huang Xiaolong and asked menacingly, "Are you a student?"
"Who said I'm not?" Huang Xiaolong responded with a mocking smile. He concealed his Yang Qi and pressure, making the ghost see him just like an ordinary, harmless human, not raising any guards.
"He-he-he~~ then come in. Take a seat. Roll call is about to start." The orange ghost grinned malevolently and bloodthirsty at Huang Xiaolong.
Thereupon, Huang Xiaolong walked straight into the classroom.
