Chapter 426: The Terrifying Teacher's Murder Rules

The scraping outside the lead door kept going.

Scratch!

Scratch!

Each stroke was agonizingly slow, yet terrifyingly steady, as if someone were using a Nail to scrape along each person's spine.

Lu Yu pressed his back against the door, his shoulder still bleeding, his palm on Chen Yao's mouth, his other hand holding her nape, pressing her whole body into his embrace.

"Don't move."

He whispered two words close to her ear.

Chen Yao's eyelashes twitched.

Normally, she would have figured out three countermeasures in this instant.

Bite his palm, knee his abdomen, or feign faintness using his momentum.

But now, she did nothing.

Because the half‑meter‑thick lead door was bulging inward.

Fang Ming's face protruded from the lead plate, his bridge, forehead, and chin gradually being squeezed into a full outline.

That face lacked any color, skin pressed against the metal, smiling with unnerving regularity.

So regular it didn't look human.

"Fang... Teacher Fang?"

In the corner, Li Xiang's teeth chattered, and the few words that forced out of his throat came out off‑key.

Lu Yu's eyelid twitched, his fingers pressed harder, and he muttered low, "Shut up, fool."

Too late.

The face on the lead door opened its eyelid.

Left eye.

Only the left eye.

A murky red glowed in the darkness, like a glass bead soaked in foul blood for ages.

Li Xiang happened to look up.

He saw Fang Ming.

Fang Ming also saw him.

No scream.

Li Xiang's left half of his body was gone.

It wasn't a severed limb, nor a cut, nor a typical wound with flesh and blood spraying.

His left shoulder, left arm, left lung, half of his chest cavity, and half a brain vanished from the world in a single instant.

His right side remained curled, his right eye bulging open.

Two seconds later, the remaining half‑body finally toppled over.

Blood and organs gushed from the void, hot steam mixed with a foul stench filling the entire shelter.

"Aaaah!"

A girl broke down, clutching her head with both hands as she fell back, her back hitting the wall before she crawled to the other side.

"Don't look at it! Everyone, don't look at it!" Lu Yu shouted, his voice strained.

No one could hear him.

When fear reaches its limit, the brain can no longer control it.

A tall skinny guy ran toward the vent like a madman, his shoe soles stepping over the intestines spilling from Li Xiang, slipping, then scrambling up with hands and feet.

Fang Ming's smile on the lead door widened further.

That left eye turned slowly.

The tall skinny man's entire figure was taken into its gaze.

Poof.

His left half of the body was taken away.

The right side, still propelled by inertia, lunged half a step forward, hitting the wall and leaving a sticky trail of blood.

"... It seems the Rules aren't about slashing."

Lu Yu's mind raced at high speed, every detail in his sight broken down frame by frame.

"It's line‑of‑sight judgment."

"Full view."

"Anyone fully seen by the left eye loses their left side."

"Cooldown... two to three seconds."

He pressed against Chen Yao, his body not moving an inch.

Chen Yao's breathing pressed against his palm, rapid yet not out of control.

She was also watching.

Watching Li Xiang's remains, the tall skinny man's half‑body, and the smiling face on the lead door.

She didn't scream.

Lu Yu glanced down at her.

The third student started to run.

It was the girl with a ponytail.

She charged forward with her eyes closed, muttering "Mom" under her breath, slipped on the blood on the ground, and rolled to the spot directly in front of the lead door.

She instinctively opened her eyes.

A red light swept across her left eye.

Her body collapsed to the left, her right hand still scratching the ground; she scratched twice, then fell still.

The remaining people descended into complete chaos.

The Air-raid Shelter, originally a refuge, had become a slaughterhouse.

Narrow, enclosed, dark.

Every panicked movement driven by fear would send them straight before that eye.

"Lu Yu......"

Chen Yao finally spoke, her voice low, "Its right side, you can't see."

Lu Yu didn't answer, just nodded.

He stared as Fang Ming's mutilated remains squeezed in from the lead door.

That thing was no longer satisfied with just a face.

Shoulders emerged.

Chest cavity emerged.

Fang Ming's half-body, which had been erased, was empty, but fine dark-red flesh buds grew along its edges, clinging to the lead plate and crawling inward.

The mutilated remains slid into the shelter like a lump of rotting meat, its left eye hanging from half a head, slowly turning toward the last few survivors.

Lu Yu moved his hand away from Chen Yao's mouth.

"You also figured that out just now?"

"Mm." Chen Yao's tone recovered quickly, "It lacks the right half-body; the right side is a blind spot. The lead door can block the judgment, as can the wall. As long as you aren't fully seen by that eye."

"Smart."

"Praising someone now is pointless."

"It's meaningful; at least it shows you haven't been scared stupid."

Chen Yao no longer intended to pretend either; she paused half a beat, "You're not exactly normal either."

Lu Yu almost laughed in anger at her.

Even at a time like this, he could still retort.

Fine, his psychological resilience is off the charts, his background is off the charts, the whole person is off the charts.

Another student collapsed by the door.

This time two people shoved each other, one using the other as a human shield.

The girl who was shoved collided into the field of view, her left half vanishing.

The boy who had shoved her hadn't even had time to feel relief when Fang Ming's head turned half an inch, sucking him into its red pupil.

Two mutilated remains collapsed one after another.

Inside the shelter only Lu Yu, Chen Yao, and one last short-haired girl remained.

The short-haired girl sat slumped behind the concrete platform, hands over her face, trembling violently.

"Save me...... save me, I don't want to die......"

Chen Yao looked at her.

That girl was also one of those who used to cause trouble with Zhao Lingfei.

Chen Yao remembered her name.

Zhou Ting.

In the equipment room, she had once yanked her own hair.

She had also kicked her own bag.

Chen Yao said nothing.

Lu Yu also didn't move.

It wasn't cold-blooded.

It's that whoever steps up now dies.

Fang Ming's mutilated remains had fully squeezed in, half his body dragging on the ground, left hand propping the ground as he crawled forward.

It moved very slowly.

But that eye was too cunning.

As long as it sees you, the whole form is complete, and you're gone.

"The corner."

Lu Yu whispered.

Chen Yao followed the direction of his chin and looked over.

There lay old-era anti-radiation supplies, a thick roll of lead cloth half-buried under a broken cabinet, its surface covered in dust.

Lu Yu reached his hand behind his waist and felt a broken piece of reinforced steel bar.

He didn't yank the door open with force, nor did he rush out to deliver it.

He simply placed that piece of reinforced steel bar on the ground and pushed it out.

The reinforced steel bar rolled over the blood pool, hitting Li Xiang's leftover spicy snack bag.

Clatter.

Fang Ming's left eye was drawn by the faint sound, turning that way.

Cooling vent.

Lu Yu moved.

He didn't stand up, but slid along the ground, his shoulder blades pressed to the floor, knees bent extremely low, his movement so clean it didn't look like a student's.

Chen Yao was grabbed by the lower back with one hand, her whole body dragged along the ground.

"Don't look up."

"I'm not that stupid."

The two rolled to the corner of the wall.

Lu Yu lifted the lead cloth with one hand, dust billowed into his face, irritating his throat.

Chen Yao helped press down the other corner.

The lead cloth was thick, its inner layer reinforced with metal mesh, and even an ordinary person would struggle to lift it.

Lu Yu, however, braced the cabinet with his injured shoulder, drove power from his waist and abdomen, and ripped the whole roll of cloth off.

Chen Yao saw the muscles beneath his ribs outlined clearly under his school uniform.

The control was absurdly strong.

Every muscle did exactly what it should, with no extra movement, no frantic compensation.

This is certainly not something that could be trained in the academy's physical education class.

"Put it on."

Lu Yu draped the lead cloth over both of them.

Their vision turned gray‑black.

The metallic smell was trapped in the cloth; Chen Yao's nose pressed against Lu Yu's chest, smelling blood, sweat, dust, and the acrid odor of school‑uniform fabric that had been worn through.

Outside, Zhou Ting was still crying.

"Chen Yao, I was wrong... I really was wrong... I'll never bully you again, please pull me a little, please..."

Zhou Ting's sobbing suddenly became shrill.

Fang Ming crawled toward her.

The red glow of the left eye flickered at the edge of the cement platform; the table blocked most of Zhou Ting's body, so the Rules did not trigger.

But that thing was circling.

If it went around, Zhou Ting would be seen in full.

Lu Yu pressed Chen Yao closer to his chest.

"Don't play the martyr. You're not that kind of person."

Chen Yao, pressed under the lead cloth, said hoarsely, "Do you really know me?"

"I'm not sure, that's why I said it."

Chen Yao fell silent.

Outside, Zhou Ting suddenly acted on a survival instinct, grabbed the fire extinguisher behind the cement platform and smashed it at Fang Ming.

The extinguisher passed through Fang Ming's missing right side, striking empty air.

It had no right half of a body.

It also had no right‑side hitbox.

But its left eye turned toward it.

Zhou Ting was fully exposed in its sight.

Her cries were cut off in her throat.

Blood and water seeped to the edge of the lead cloth, hot and sticky.

Lu Yu did not stop.

He took advantage of the gap after the Rules triggered, wrapped in the lead cloth, and moved Chen Yao along the right‑hand wall toward the exit.

It wasn't walking.

It was sliding.

The inner soles pressed to the ground, knees locked at an angle, breathing reduced to the lowest rhythm.

Chen Yao was forced to follow his rhythm; her knee wound scraped the floor, pain making sweat bead on her forehead.

She made no sound.

Outside the lead cloth, Fang Ming's remains slowly turned his head.

The left eye swept over.

The lead cloth blocked the full view.

The red glow paused.

That thing resembled a jammed, antiquated machine, its head tilted to an angle no human cervical spine would permit.

Lu Yu stopped.

Chen Yao also stopped.

The two hid under the lead cloth, less than half a meter from that left eye.

Chen Yao could even see, through a slit at the edge of the lead cloth, the overly neat smile on Fang Ming's face.

Cold sweat slid down the back of her neck.

Fang Ming reached out.

The lone left hand touched the lead cloth surface, Nail scraping across it.

Skr—

Skr—

Lu Yu's muscles tensed across the board, yet he did not counterattack.

It was confirming the obstruction.

It cannot see the whole picture.

The rule does not hold.

In the next second, a piece of rusted iron fell from a ventilation pipe in the distance.

Clang—

Fang Ming's head turned toward that side.

Lu Yu moved.

This time it wasn't a shift.

He picked up Chen Yao, his whole body sprang from the ground, the lead cloth sliding down his back, his body pressing against the right‑angle dead zone of the door frame and cutting horizontally.

The mutilated body reacted, its left eye swiveling.

Half a beat off.

Lu Yu dug his heels into the ground, his knees sliding across the blood pool, his body leaning back to an angle that defied instinct, holding Chen Yao as he slipped through the right‑half of Fang Ming's mutilated body.

The edge of the lead door sliced his back.

He made no sound.

Chen Yao only saw that murky left eye sweep past in front of her nose, red brushing her eyelashes.

The two rushed out of the Air-raid Shelter, rolling into the broken walls outside.