In the classroom, Little Fly, who had just been overjoyed to see A-Lai enter, now saw him battered and bruised, which only heightened his concern.
"A-Lai, are there... are there many monsters outside?" Little Fly's voice quivered, his eyes wide and staring at A-Lai. He struggled to speak, and his voice sounded weak and uneasy.
A-Lai's face was pale, and to his surprise, Little Fly's face matched his own in its lack of color. It seemed incredibly difficult for him to even respond to a question. The moment he stepped into the room, he was pulled into the fray.
Blood quickly soaked through the bandages, yet he still encouraged, "Little Fly, stay calm. As long as we guard the doors and windows, we'll be fine. The wood here is sturdy; the monsters won't be able to break in!"
But Little Fly refused to believe a single word of him, "He must be deceiving me. With Kung Fu skills like his and so many injuries, he's just trying to comfort me!"
Suddenly, the window exploded, leaving a huge opening. It was like a dam breaking – a bunch of tiny copper bugs came flooding in, covering the ceiling. The sound of glass breaking was super loud, and the cracks spread everywhere. Pieces of glass flew around like little knives, cutting everyone.
People freaked out by the window, grabbing chair legs to fight off the weird copper bugs. They threw stuff to block the hole and stop more bugs from coming in. Everyone was screaming and running to get inside, away from this crazy surprise.
In all the commotion, Little Fly felt a chill.
He spun around and saw this creepy copper bug squeezing through a crack in the door. It had glowing eyes and a mouth like a sharp coin, making everything even more intense.
Little Fly's fear quickly prompted action, "A-Lai, they broke the door, run, run as we can!".
In a heartbeat, he unlocked the door and dashed towards the top floor. "If I can reach the top quickly enough, perhaps I'll survive!" Hope flickered in his mind.
The Little Fly is accustomed to doing whatever he wants at home, never considering the consequences. He wasn't doing well in school, often getting into fights with his classmates, so his mother had to visit the school frequently.
She was a very gentle woman, even when Little Fly got angry with her. It was only when Little Fly stole and lost her favorite expensive jewelry that his mother would cry, immediately worrying about whether Little Fly was short of money.
The door was wide open, and Little Fly fled from the corridor at the fastest speed.
But in the next moment, several wild wolves, almost as tall as him, appeared on the corridor, also madly charging towards the top floor.
A cold sweat and fear pinned Little Fly in place. When he snapped out of it, he ran back to the classroom again, darting into the corner without any regard for the open door.
However, more swift shadows fell from the corridor ceiling, and more wolves instantly joined the fray, rushing into the classroom right behind Little Fly.
At this time, his Grandpa, who was busy with the broken window, just realized that the room erupted into chaos as monsters and wolves rushed in.
A wolf snapped at Grandpa's wrist, and the smell of blood filled the air. It was a wild, terrifying scene right out of a storybook.
Female students sought refuge under desks, horrified by the blood spattering like a broken faucet.
In his anger, grandpa's fist descended like a bolt of lightning, brutally striking the wild wolf's skull, emitting a dreadful crunch. Yet, despite his efforts, more wild wolves continued to pour into the classroom from the corridor, their eyes gleaming with greed.
The wild wolf formed attack groups again. Several fierce wolves lunged at grandpa from all sides, pushing him against the wall. At the same time, more wolves quietly approached him on the ground, their only goal being to satisfy their hunger.
The terrified students scattered in all directions like startled birds. Some sprinted to the back of the classroom, their scream full with fear.
Others leaped towards the front, desperate to put as much distance as possible between themselves and the chaos.
A few sought refuge behind desks and chairs, trembling as they prayed for safety amidst the madness.
One girl was panic and held up a large book in front of her, uncertain whether to evade the wolf's gaze or unleash magical attacks that never exist. But the wolf didn't care about any of that. It jumped at her, biting her neck. The wolf's mouth was red with blood.
The girl's resistance was useless. In the midst of the chaos, an old man watched the tragic event with sadness. His eyes were filled with deep sorrow.
"Fool," he sighed sadly, "Books were never meant to be used like this!"
The classroom was a scene from a horror story, filled with the sounds of wolves howling, students screaming, and everything breaking and falling apart.
A-Lai was trying to hide under a desk, but the wolves were everywhere, growling and scratching, hungry to find him.
A similar emergency occurred in a gloomy room on the first floor, smelling strongly of fear. Whim Li watched, his body frozen, as his son lay on the floor, covered in blood.
The wolves didn't care about the pain they caused. They were wild, biting into the boy, while Whim Li couldn't look away from the terrible sight of his son being hurt so badly.
It was a nightmare come to life. Tears silently traced Li's pale face. He wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
Whim Li felt like he needed to move, to do something, but he couldn't.
He wanted to save his son, to stop the pain, but something kept him frozen in place.
Sweat formed on his forehead as he fought with himself about what to do.
Time slowed down, and all he could see was the terrible scene in front of him, feeling completely helpless. He could only watch as the wolves attacked, one after another.
They tore at him, and he felt his life slipping away in pain and despair, fading into the dark. His last cry rang out, a sound only his lost son could hear.
Screams filled the classroom and hallway, blood flew, and bones broke.
The air was heavy with terror.
Villagers by the door felt the chaos behind them. Some ran to get help, yelling, while shadows chased them in a wild rush.
"Run! Monsters are in the classroom, killing everyone!"
"Can we hold them off?"
"No time! Run!"
The villagers caught sight of the classroom, now overrun by a horde of creatures. Panic surged as they realized the danger at the door.
They rushed upstairs, helping the elderly and grabbing anything they could use.
They didn't look back, only thinking about getting to higher ground.
In a frantic effort to stop the creatures, some villagers threw torches at them, forgetting the stairs were made of wood.
The fire didn't last, and the darkness swallowed it up.
The strong door was now just a small opening, and the furniture that once blocked the way was pushed aside.
The creatures came on like a flood, breaking through all barriers.
The chaos was intense as the village's defenses fell apart, and the wolves and frogs invaded what was once a safe place.
Meanwhile, A-Lai and a few others remained trapped in the classroom, oblivious to the blocked exits ahead and behind.