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The blood blisters were getting bigger and bigger. Before the second person could climb up, I grabbed his arm and pulled him up. Just as I was about to go get the last person up, something terrible happened.

That person let out a panicked cry and his body quickly slid down. In that moment of desperation, I bent down and grabbed one end of the ladder before my body fell to the ground.

I held onto the ladder with one hand while the last migrant worker brother hung on the ladder. The blood formed a whirlpool, continuously spinning downwards, as if there was a bottomless abyss below.

The eldest senior brother saw me struggling to pull the ladder and immediately came over to help me. The other migrant workers were stunned by the scene before them, and after staring blankly for a while, they finally understood what was happening. They all picked up their shovels and pickaxes and helped me drag the ladder up along with the rest of the people.

Finally, the last person was dragged up by us. As soon as he came up, he was in extreme pain, and even his hands and feet had turned soft from fright.

Eldest senior brother and I looked down again and saw a hole about the size of a well opening had appeared in the middle of the hole. It was pitch black and there was cold air coming out from it.

Following that, Big Senior and I didn't dare to rashly go down. We first sent a few of our brothers out of this place and instructed them not to tell anyone about what happened here.

We escorted them all the way to the iron gate. Zhang Xiaofei was still waiting at the door, but he wasn't the only one there. There was also an eighty year old man standing there with white hair and a walking stick in his hand, as if he was arguing with Zhang Xiaofei about something.

After we walked over, the eldest senior brother asked Zhang Xiaofei what had happened. Zhang Xiaofei said somewhat helplessly, "This old man wants to go in and see. I didn't let him go, it's full of stones and there are still some dangerous buildings that haven't been completely demolished. I'm afraid that old man will be injured, so …"

"Child, just let me go in and take a look …" "I once taught here and lived here for more than half my life. I saw that the school was about to be demolished, so I went in to take a last look and then came out …" The old man pleaded.

The old man was really pitiful. After living for so long, it was not easy, so I begged Zhang Xiaofei, "Why don't you let the old man come in and take a look. Don't worry, eldest senior brother and I will take care of him. Nothing will happen to him."

This matter was originally decided by me and eldest senior brother. Since I've already said so, Zhang Xiaofei immediately agreed.

That old man was full of joy. He was so happy that he was like a little child, eager to charge through the back of the iron gate. I stopped him and told him to wait for a while, so that he could follow us in after settling the matters here.

The old man nodded excitedly, waiting for us at the side.

We took the four migrant workers and asked Zhang Xiaofei for 2000 yuan and sent it to them. We once again reminded them not to talk about this with the people outside and they left.

After that, Big Senior told Zhang Xiaofei to find some rope for us as soon as possible. The tougher it was, the better it was for it. He also ordered him to prepare some lighting tools, preferably some food.

Zhang Xiaofei immediately agreed and quickly left the place.

After he left, the two of us walked over to the old man's side and exchanged a few pleasantries.

Through our conversation, we learned something about the old man, who had originally taught at the university and knew all about it.

At such a young age, he could be considered an old knowledgeable person. He spoke very methodically. Through his words, we understood that this old man had a deep affection for this school.

The old man had said that when this school was built, he was teaching here. Previously, this place was a Taoist temple, and many Taoists lived here. The Taoists in the back had moved somewhere, and this Taoist temple had been left empty.

Hearing about this matter, my curiosity was piqued. This school was actually built on the ruins of a Taoist temple. It was inevitable that there would be some tricks involved.

At this moment, I suddenly thought of that old man who was overrated by the eldest senior brother. He said that below him, there were more than thirty wandering souls like him, all of different generations of people. Since this old man had once taught at this school, I wanted to ask him if anything special had happened at this school.

For example, had anyone suddenly died in this school?

I didn't think that after I asked this question, the old man would tell us some unknown secrets.

With such a large school, it was impossible that people had not died before. However, what was strange was that this school was quite special. Every year, there would be one that died.

What was even more surprising was that all the people who died in the school were in the same dormitory for more than ten years, and one died every year. After that, none of the students dared to live in the dormitory.

Hearing the old man's words, Eldest Senior Brother and I both thought of the same question. I think that the dormitory of that dead person should be the place we dug out today.

This made Eldest Martial Brother and I eager to verify this matter.

It seemed like this place was truly a dangerous place. Who knew what hidden things there were.

If he wanted to know the answer, he would have to climb down to the cave and have a look.

Then, the old man told us a few more things about how, in the '90s, their school had been expanded and moved to the outskirts of the city, and a new vocational school had been established here. The old man had feelings for this place, but he still often came to visit, and among them, he also knew a bit about the new vocational school, which was the one he had moved to here, and it was difficult for him to escape the curse of one person dying every year because they didn't know anything about it.