"Hello!"

The sub-personality took a step back and took out a dagger across his chest. A person appeared beside him, but he didn't notice it. This can be said to be very scary. With such an ability, if he is an assassin...

The person who just spoke was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a green postman uniform, pushing an old-fashioned bicycle, with a kind smile on his face.

"Hello, I have your letter, please check it."

Sub-personality: "My letter?"

"That's right. The recipient of the letter is Mr. Ye Tingbai, who has just stepped into a different world. It's you, right?"

Ye Tingbai took the initiative to condense the dream body. The postman did not show any surprise, as if he had known this for a long time. Moreover, the recipient of the letter was too strange. Could there be any restrictions?

Ye Tingbai: "It's okay for me, but who are you?"

"You can call me Green Postman, sir~"

The postman handed the letter to Ye Tingbai's hand. The address was indeed Ye Tingbai who had just stepped into another world. The handwriting was beautiful, as if it was written by a girl.

The envelope was sealed with a stamp. The texture of the stamp was a bit strange. It looked like the skin of certain fruits, with some wrinkles and a faint fragrance.

The image on the stamp shows a split mouth with unusually red lips, some kind of dark lipstick.

Ye Tingbai: "Who are you...hey, people?"

Sub-personality: "After you received the letter, you disappeared on your bicycle. You couldn't understand it."

Ye Tingbai was also confused. The letter was still in his hand. He gently tore off the stamp and twisted it in his hand. It was indeed the skin of some kind of fruit. It was not dry yet and not strong.

Sub-personality: "This aroma does not belong to any fruit we know."

"Mr. Ye Tingbai, I know you will find this place sooner or later, and you will definitely not agree with our approach, but I think you, who are above us, should take a good look at the suffering of the people at the bottom.

Every abandoned life will give birth to resentment. If things go on like this, you will regret it.

This place is a gift that we have put away all the grievances in this city and show it to you in advance. If you think that something like this is not enough to be taken seriously, then we are indeed being pretentious.

Sincerely, the Hall of Immortals”

Ye Tingbai: "What? In this picture, I am a tyrant and they are remonstrating bravely. Did he really tell me that?

Besides, does human resentment really exist?”

Sub-personality: "It may exist. I still remember that when we were in Jiangdu, we saw a resentful spirit. That incident in Nanqing, do you still remember?"

Only you can see that soul and guide you in the direction so that we can know what happened that day."

Ye Tingbai thought about it carefully and realized that it was indeed the case. The high pressure of Jiang University made people collapse, and there were also people who killed students and collected their brains. If the soul hadn't shown some content about what had happened, he might have actually been killed.

Hidden it.

Because that matter was resolved smoothly, Ye Tingbai did not delve too deeply into this episode. But now that he thought about it, there was no reason for the soul to appear. Jiang Da should not have had the conditions for the soul to appear at that time.

First, there is no local god, and second, there is no divine kingdom to hide.

Ye Tingbai: "So this means that the death of human beings will give rise to resentment, and if this resentment is not taken care of, terrible things will happen.

So why are they absorbing pollutants?”

Sub-personality: "According to my reasoning, it is most likely to spawn this kind of monster. Pollution is also a kind of energy, but it is just too negative.

Maybe there is no such resentment at all, and I am just lying to you."

Of course, Ye Tingbai was more willing to believe in the second possibility. He didn't want to worry about another terrible thing, but the space he was facing now was completely unlike the pollutants he had known before.

The ground has completely turned into stone. The only way for him now is to go up the stairs and open the door. The sub-personality is holding the dagger and walking in front. The two of them are paying attention to their surroundings, but until they stand in front of the door, they are both confused.

Nothing unexpected happened.

Crunch~

The door was very heavy, and there was black fog all around the door. It was impossible to see anything clearly, so the sub-personality could only step in with one step.

Ye Tingbai: "Huh? This is a classroom?"

The door just now was at least ten meters high. He had thought that there would be some vast and majestic place behind the door, but the contrast in this classroom at dusk was really quite big.

The desks in the classroom are very old and are covered with scratches and handwriting. This is a very old classroom. People who have used this classroom cannot be more than ten generations old and cannot be damaged to this extent.

Sub-personality: "There is writing on the blackboard."

Ye Tingbai: "Find...my heart? What do you mean, it hid the heart in this classroom?"

Ye Tingbai looked outside and saw the campus at dusk. It looked like it was decades ago. Although he could see outside, there was a barrier on the window and he couldn't get out.

The door behind him was just an ordinary classroom door and was locked. He still didn't want to try to break it violently if possible.

The sub-personality pointed to the floor of the podium and said: "There is a heart over there, there is also one in the center of the floor, and there is also one in the desk.

There’s also one in the ceiling.”

As the sub-personality spoke, he controlled the dagger to cut open the wall, then cut open the floor, and took out the hidden hearts one by one. When the sub-personality mentioned the first heart, Ye Tingbai thought it was

This game is over.

Who would have thought that there would be so many hearts hidden in this small classroom. The hearts found by the sub-personality were all air-dried and did not rot or disappear. It was obvious that they had been specially treated.

Although it was shriveled, it still maintained its basic shape. This made Ye Tingbai a little confused. There were so many hearts, basically the same. Which one should he choose?

Moreover, when the sub-personality found the first heart, a hole was opened on the desk, obviously to let them put the heart in, but only one could fit in that size.

Sub-personality: "This heart seems to have some deformities, which may be congenital.

This heart is a bit old, it doesn’t look like a young one, this one... is actually quite good.”

Thanks to the sub-personality's understanding of the human body structure, he was able to spot so many problems on the mummies. In Ye Tingbai's eyes, these hearts all looked the same and there was no difference at all.

The only information he knew was a little bit of legend that the cerebral palsy chuunibyou had investigated. He was not given any information and was left to solve the mystery. This was a trick for a clever woman to make without straw.
Chapter completed!