"Brother Cen, are you leaving? Now?"
Zhang Xiu looked up in surprise.
"We were just talking about Teacher Tian and their ordeal..."
"Actually, there's not much to say." Tian Jingwen pushed the glasses on his nose, smiling bitterly, "We suddenly found ourselves in this place."
According to him, during their tutoring session, there was a break in the afternoon, and for some reason, he fell into a daze and slept on the lectern, along with a few students. When they woke up, the world around them had changed.
The ground was covered with hunched, deformed, pitch-black figures, and in a daze, they thought they had arrived at the underworld.
These few individuals were quite astute, noticing that the pitch-black figures themselves weren't able to harm them, and as long as they avoided them, they generally wouldn't be attacked.
"Our school is a designated shelter with supplies."