Mr. Shelton had transmigrated into the female lead's buttocks... Oh my!
The whipping continued, making a loud cracking sound, as the female lead's buttocks started bleeding.
"Someone save Mr. Shelton!" I shouted, snapping out of my shock.
Everyone quickly recovered from their stupor and began shouting frantically.
"Stop! Stop it!"
But no matter how much we shouted, the servant kept whipping harder.
It seemed like the servant couldn't hear us.
"Save me! Someone, please help!" Mr. Shelton screamed, crying for help.
Hearing his pitiful cries, I had an idea and asked, "Can you all move?"
The class responded:
"We can move!"
"Yeah!"
"Let's move quickly!" I said.
Under our direction, the female lead's body started convulsing. First, her eyes snapped open, and her pupils began to roll wildly, looking very eerie.
Then every part of her body started twitching.
Her left and right hands twisted, and her legs kept lifting and dropping, but they couldn't coordinate properly.
Luminia jumped so violently that the female lead's mouth opened wide, and her tongue stretched out.
Anyone who saw this would be startled.
The servant with the whip stopped, taking a step back, looking at the female lead with suspicion.
We 30 people shouted even more urgently. Finally, the female lead, twitching, managed to crawl out of bed.
However, the four parts controlling her legs were uncoordinated, and as soon as she stood up, she fell back down.
Everyone cursed loudly.
"We can't help it! It's our first time controlling the lower limbs, and we're not used to it!"
The four "useless" body parts were feeling wronged.
"Then let's crawl on all fours and run first," Gretel said helplessly.
In the end, the female lead twitched and started crawling on all fours, her eyes rolling wildly, her mouth open with her tongue hanging out, and she began to run wildly out of the room.
The servant stared, dumbfounded, completely forgetting to chase the female lead.
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We manipulated the female lead's body to run out of the room and into an old-fashioned courtyard.
Two servants were sweeping the yard. Upon hearing the noise, they looked up and saw the female lead's eyes rolling and her tongue hanging long. They dropped their brooms and screamed, "Someone, help! Madam Ashford is possessed!"
When they screamed, all 30 of us became scared, worried we might be caught.
"Run!" Mr. Shelton shouted loudly, "I don't want to get beaten again! Follow me, run left!"
Mr. Shelton had a bad habit of randomly giving orders, but every time, his directions were not very effective. He kept shouting "left, left, left" and then "right, right, right," and since none of us were familiar with our new body parts, his random instructions left us completely disoriented.
The female lead's body spun around in the corridor, tripping and falling, her left foot catching on her right, her left hand colliding with her right hand, her limbs twisted like dough.
Mr. Shelton was panicked, "Why are you lying there? Get up!"
"Get up, didn't you hear Mr. Shelton?" Ignatius, in the role of the large intestine, immediately ordered with authority.
"You've got to be kidding. It's this time and you're still trying to act like you're in charge, Ignatius," a voice from the small intestine mocked.
Ignatius, the large intestine, retorted, "Hey, I'm just trying to remind everyone!"
"Do we need your reminder? Do you think we don't know how urgent things are? This is an escape! People like you who contribute nothing but keep making noise are the worst," the small intestine shot back.
"I don't contribute? Well, what about you? What are you contributing?"
The small intestine was enraged, "Is it that I don't want to contribute? What can I do as a small intestine? Fine, you want me to do something? Watch me!"
In a fit of anger, the small intestine started to wriggle desperately.
The stomach didn't speak but, frustrated with Ignatius, silently began to churn.
I realized something was wrong and quickly tried to stop them, "Stop!"
But I was too late. The stomach and small intestine had already pushed all of the female lead's consumed food into the large intestine. The large intestine, already filled with days' worth of food, was now overstuffed...
Ignatius, holding his breath, said, "Stop pushing, it's awful."
The stomach and small intestine kept pressing.
Mr. Shelton, in horror, yelled, "Don't push the poop out! Ignatius, listen to me, hold it in!"
"It's too much, I can't hold it anymore, and it stinks... Mr. Shelton, I'm sorry..."
Ignatius continued to squirm.
"Nooooooooooo!!"
Mr. Shelton screamed in agony.
A moment later—
"Please... no... sob..."
Mr. Shelton cried out with a muffled sound.
The entire class of 30 witnessed this bizarre digestive battle, all maintaining silence.
After a long pause, the biology class representative, who occupied the female lead's left chest, weakly spoke up: "Mr. Shelton, let's look on the bright side. We've all seen firsthand how the human digestive system works. It was like a biology field trip, all thanks to you."
Mr. Shelton whimpered desperately.
