As long as you have the courage, fierce ghosts go on maternity leave.

Chapter 5: I'm envious of your intelligent brain

Taking the blade out, he placed it in front of him to observe.

It was just a fruit knife, somewhat sharp, but nothing special. Alexander couldn't help but sigh.

In the thrilling world, besides a few items with special functions, one could directly see the properties of their ghost items.

When would it be considered one's own? Nonsense, the owner of this fruit knife was smashed into pieces and hadn't recovered yet.

Since the item had reached his hands, it naturally belonged to him!

However, without revealing any properties, it meant that this was just an ordinary item; no matter how sharp, it would have no effect on evil ghosts.

"Poor thing!" Alexander couldn't help but curse quietly. After all, he was a ghost, yet he couldn't even afford the most basic ghost knife.

Continuing to search in the tree hole, after turning it upside down, Alexander finally found something useful.

Hadmen Cigarettes

Grade: Evil Spirit Level Ghost Item

Function: Ordinary people can calm their minds and strengthen their souls by smoking, while ghost items below the evil spirit level can increase their strength, and evil spirit-level ghost items can be used to stabilize and restore the ghost body.

Note: Smoking a Hadmen cigarette makes you a social person. The attractiveness of cigarettes to ghosts is second only to that of ingots and candles, especially when it comes to evil spirit-level cigarettes. Don't let other ghosts see them.

Ghost item! And it exceeded the resentful spirit level, reaching the evil spirit level!

Alexander's heart was delighted, and he could feel that the cigarette had just been opened not long ago, with only two missing. Great stuff! Without a second thought, Alexander took it.

It was interesting that the delinquent ghost used an evil spirit-level cigarette while not even bothering with a resentful spirit-level fruit knife. A future talent in the underworld! Potential stock!

After storing the cigarettes, Alexander sat down and started listening to the class. The rest of the class went smoothly, with the beautiful teacher on stage lecturing diligently and the students, both real and fake, listening attentively.

The second class was history, taught by an old man covered in green spots, who trembled as he walked and spoke slowly, as if he needed to catch his breath and rest after each word.

Similarly, the class went smoothly without any incidents.

Just as the chosen ones thought the morning, or perhaps the day, would continue like this, an accident occurred.

One class was 40 minutes long, plus a 10-minute break, making two classes nearly two hours long.

The problem was that the thrilling world's selection was random. Not only students but even the elderly could be chosen. Inevitably, people would have urgent needs, especially those who were older or had prostate issues.

Knowing that it was a ghost college and that danger awaited them outside the classroom, they had no choice but to go. They couldn't just relieve themselves anywhere.

In the real world, there were cases of people being beaten to death for defecating in public places, let alone in a replica.

Gradually, the chosen ones couldn't hold it any longer and went to the restroom. Four people left in total, but when the class bell rang, less than two people returned.

The reason for saying less than two was because one of them had lost a hand. The other was even worse, not only were both arms gone, but his nose seemed to have been bitten off by some beast, and his face was covered in blood.

This unlucky child was none other than Cain, the guy who had claimed to be a veteran at the beginning.

However, Cain indeed was a veteran, and he used some treasure to stop the bleeding and managed to return alive.

The remaining chosen ones wanted to ask what had happened, but at that moment, the bell for the next class rang, so they had to give up on their inquiries.

The third period was a self-study class, and a bald male teacher came in, said a few words, and then left the classroom.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the entire classroom became eerie.

Although the teachers on the podium were also ghosts, aside from the beautiful female teacher who had initially performed a horrifying act by popping out her eyeballs, exploding her arm, and removing her hand, they hadn't done any harm to the chosen ones afterward.

Instead, a ghost student had directly bitten off a head under the pretext of borrowing homework, killing one of the chosen ones.

"Classmate..." Sure enough, as soon as the teacher left the classroom, a ghost student sitting behind Alexander turned to look at a chosen one sitting behind him.

She was a girl around eighteen or nineteen years old, in the prime of her youth.

Her delicate features, rosy lips, white teeth, slender and fair legs revealed under a gray-white denim miniskirt, and long, straight black hair tied up with a pink floral hairband exuded youthfulness from head to toe.

However, at this moment, under the ghost student's gaze, her face turned pale, and her bright, clear eyes seemed to plead for help as she looked towards Alexander sitting in front of her.

The girl was very beautiful and pitiable, and her eyes seemed to speak, allowing Alexander to instantly understand what she meant.

"Save me, I can do anything for you, from front to back!" Faced with such a youthful and beautiful girl and such pitiable eyes, Alexander's choice was naturally to ignore her without hesitation.

This was a horror world, not a dating game! In this place, everyone was struggling to survive, and saving a damsel in distress was not an option.

"You... What do you need?" The girl, failing to get help, nervously asked the ghost student.

"Classmate, I want to ask you a question!" The ghost student said, holding up his notebook.

It was a simple linear equation with two variables, something that any elementary school student could easily solve. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, explained the problem diligently to the ghost student, and didn't dare to slack off.

She was clearly an outstanding student. Her explanation was clear and easy to understand, even better than many teachers. After finishing the problem and seeing the ghost student nodding repeatedly, the girl finally relaxed.

"You're really good at explaining things. You're so smart!" The ghost student praised.

"It's nothing, really!" The girl modestly and shyly smiled, seemingly forgetting the environment she was in for a moment.

"You're so smart! I'm envious of your intelligent brain..." The ghost student seemed not to have heard her modesty, and continued to praise her.

Then, as if struck by an idea, he excitedly grabbed the girl's hand and exclaimed, "That's it! Since your brain is so smart and mine is so dumb, why not swap them? If I put your brain on my neck, I could be as smart as you!"

At these words, Alexander and the other chosen ones were left dumbfounded. This guy was quite the cunning little ghost!

"No!" The girl finally realized what was happening, and tried to run away in fear as the ghost student's aura turned dark.

However, her hand was tightly grasped by the cunning ghost, who, like Columbus discovering a new continent, excitedly grabbed his own hair and yanked it hard.

His head came off, and he stuffed it into the girl's arms. The disembodied mouth continued to open and close, still talking: