The body of the Taoist priest was finally taken away, and everyone's faces turned grim. James sat in his seat, slightly defeated, but his voice was defiant: "This time doesn't count. Next time, I'll find someone even more powerful."

"Don't you dare harm others," Ivan sneered. "Didn't you hear the dead priest say that there's a vengeful spirit in this classroom? It might be watching us right now. Are you not afraid of being discovered by it with your blatant talk?"

Ivan's words made James's face change. He subconsciously glanced around, but he was still defiant: "Besides finding a master, tell me what other options do we have? Does anyone among us know how to catch ghosts?"

"You're right, but don't forget. This game is something we all have to face as a class. External intervention won't do any good for this game." Ivan smiled.

"Even so, you're also on the list, aren't you? What will you do if you're chosen tomorrow?" James pointed at Ivan, who remained calm and collected.

"I'll just do it. I'm sure I'll be fine," Ivan confidently said.

"Just wait. It'll be you sooner or later," James said, turning and walking away. The surrounding classmates looked at each other, then sat back down.

I returned to my seat, and the math teacher started to come in and teach. I whispered to Henry, "Looks like we can't rely on a Taoist priest to save us. That vengeful spirit must be extremely powerful, definitely not something an ordinary Taoist priest can handle. The priest who came today seemed to have some skills, but I didn't expect him to die so horribly."

"Yes, even that skilled priest died. It seems like looking for another one won't work. And we're just a group of students. Where would we know any masters?" Henry said.

"Speaking of masters, I actually have a candidate in mind," I muttered to myself, then shook my head and dismissed the thought.

Henry looked at me strangely but didn't say anything.

"Oh, it's already Friday today. Tomorrow is Saturday and Sunday. I don't think there'll be any group voting during this time." I suddenly said.

"It depends on whether the ghost gives us a break," Henry said bitterly.

I also chuckled bitterly. Henry was right. Now our survival rested in the hands of the vengeful spirit in our class.

"Do you think there's really an invisible vengeful spirit in our class? Why is it cursing us?" Henry looked around the classroom, originally just a prank vote that had evolved into a series of deaths. Now, the entire classroom had become a ferocious beast, intent on devouring us all.

"I don't know. Our priority now is to survive, not to think about other things," I shook my head and said.

In the evening, I returned home, finished eating dinner, and started chatting on Twitter. This had become a routine for me now. I had given up on studying and spent most of my time chatting on Twitter.

Undoubtedly, I was chatting with Diana. Since I saved her, our relationship had developed rapidly in just two days. We had reached the point where we could share intimate things with each other.

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"You know, the students in our class are so annoying," Diana suddenly said in the class chat.

"What's wrong?" I asked curiously on Twitter.

"My friends are always nervously telling me not to choose them if their names appear in the vote and to choose someone else definitely,"

"It's understandable, the scheming and intrigue between girls," I said on Twitter.

"Ah, it's really frustrating. I wish I could go back to the past," Diana said helplessly on Twitter.

"Yeah," I said on Twitter. But instinctively, I wasn't afraid of the curse in the class. I was more hopeful that my relationship with Diana could progress further.

"By the way, if my name appears in the group vote, will you choose me?" Diana asked.

"Of course not," I hurriedly wrote on Twitter.

"I knew you wouldn't, and I won't either," Diana said, sending a cute emoji.

We chatted for a long time, and from her, I learned a lot of information that I didn't know about the class. For example, Abigail and a certain girl were rivals. Ryan had hurt many girls, and most of the girls in the class had a good impression of Ivan.

"So who do you have a good impression of?" I asked nervously.

"I won't tell you. I'm going to take a shower. Talk to you later," Diana said.

I looked at my phone and strangely sent a message: "Can you take a selfie while you're showering and send it to me? I'll help you catch the ghost."

Diana seemed defeated by my shameless words. After a while, she sent an angry emoji and said, "Pervert, go away!"

I happily put down my phone and soon fell asleep.

The next day, I hurried to school. It was already Saturday. After entering high school, the weekend off was no longer two days, but one and a half days. We had the afternoon of Saturday off until the evening study session on Sunday.

On the way, I looked at my phone, not feeling any fear about the next vote, but eagerly anticipating the new round of group voting.

When I entered the classroom, the classmates around me were already seated. Because I had prepared myself mentally, everyone's faces looked better.

And just then, James walked in again. Beside him was another Taoist priest. This priest was old and frail, wearing a Taoist robe, with white beard reaching down to his legs. He looked like a fairy in a movie.

Such a person could definitely play the role of Zhang Sanfeng without any makeup.

James respectfully stepped aside to let the old man walk in. His expression was extremely respectful. When the old man walked in, the students around him were stunned.

Immediately, someone shouted, "Isn't this old man the president of our city's Taoist Association? I heard his name is Brook."

"Yes, the TV broadcasted about him. He's said to be a disciple of the orthodox Tianshi Taoism."

"That's great, with him here, everything will be fine."

The students around talked excitedly, and everyone's mood started to improve. Now even my mood started to improve. Fame doesn't come for nothing, and since Brook is so famous, he must have real skills.

"Everyone, be quiet," Brook said slowly. His voice seemed to have a compelling charm that made everyone subconsciously shut up.

"Let me see your phones," Brook said.

Then a female student immediately handed her phone to Brook. Brook took the phone, glanced at it calmly, and then handed it back to the female student.

"This matter is quite difficult to handle," Brook said slowly.

"Master, no matter how much money, you name it, and I won't hesitate. I'm almost driven to madness by this," James said urgently.

"It's not about money. The problem is that this matter is troublesome. This school is a place of great misfortune, where countless ghostly energies have gathered over the centuries. These ghostly energies were attracted by the curse and have formed a solid and unbreakable curse. To break this curse from the outside is impossible," Brook said.

"Impossible from the outside? What do you mean?" James asked.

"Exactly, you have to rely on yourselves. I'm sorry, but I'm powerless in this matter," Brook shook his head. After saying that, he turned to leave.

James was anxious. He shouted, "Master, didn't you say you would help me? Now is a good opportunity."

Brook shook his head and gently waved his hand. Strangely, despite James's strong body, he was pushed aside by Brook. Then Brook, old and frail, walked out of the classroom.

As he was about to leave the classroom, he turned around and cast a meaningful glance at us, shook his head, and left.