Chapter 18 Happy University (XVIII)
“…”
Feng Zhibei's face turned pale.
[This is hilarious! Haven't you heard that standing against a wall can easily lead to ghosts possessing you?]
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The hand behind him knocked twice and then stopped, seemingly with no intention of attacking, but sounds continued to come from the wall.
"Junior, why don't you look back at me?"
"Say something, junior."
Feng Zhibei: "...I don't really want to see you."
With the experience of the hanged ghost as a lesson, he didn't dare to look back rashly.
The sound behind him stopped, and Feng Zhibei quickly moved away from the wall, but the rustling sound came from under his feet again.
The whole environment seemed to be even colder, the only light flickered, and there seemed to be a figure swaying in the darkness, and an uneasy atmosphere
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
Now his only life-saving tool, the fruit knife, was taken away by Yan Chuxue, and the other party was fighting fiercely with the hanged ghost and had no time to look here.
The noise grew louder and louder, as if something was about to break out of the floor.
What to do, is there any other way...
Feng Zhibei dodged the fighting from Yan Chuxue's side while thinking quickly.
A vague sound came from underground.
"Junior, the president is looking for you..."
Hearing this, Feng Zhibei was stunned, and his ankle was suddenly grabbed by a cold hand!
"Depend on!"
He stumbled, but luckily he used his hands to support himself and avoided falling face down on the ground.
But the price was a burst of severe pain, and Feng Zhibei then remembered that this hand had been attacked by Yan Chuxue.
He cursed Yan Chuxue in his heart, quickly adjusted his posture, and glanced down at his feet.
A face without facial features slowly emerged from the floor, and the hand protruded from its forehead. The whole picture was very scary and could easily cause the uncanny valley effect.
“…”
Feng Zhibei opened his mouth, and for a moment he was so shocked that he didn't know what to say.
The face turned toward him, and something moved beneath the waxy skin.
Even without facial features, Feng Zhibei still felt a strong and unignorable gaze directed at him.
The hand gripped him tighter and tighter, and no matter how he struggled, he couldn't break free. What made him most uneasy was the dark shadows around him gradually solidifying, and a faint fishy smell filled the entire corridor.
Under the flickering lights, Yan Chuxue was grabbing the upside-down ghost's neck and hammering it hard against the floor. Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and a few drops of black liquid hit the metal bird-beak mask, leaving behind some dirty water marks.
His eyelashes trembled slightly. The monsters under his command were unwilling to die like this. They were still making their last struggle and wailing continuously.
But this force is nothing to him.
Yan Chuxue crushed the monster's throat with her hands cleanly and neatly, then kicked its head to pieces. After confirming that there was no possibility of resurrection, she turned her gaze towards Feng Zhibei.
Just one glance and he frowned.
The other person was half-kneeling on the ground in a very awkward manner, with his red hair scattered and his expression unclear, but he was definitely not relaxed; his black trousers were rubbed above his calves, revealing his white ankles.
There was a ghost hand wrapped around the ankle, and the skin it touched had turned a little blue, and it looked bad.
Yan Chuxue sighed silently in her heart and ran away quickly.
"you……"
Before he could finish, he was interrupted.
"Get lost! How dare you touch me when you're so ugly!"
Feng Zhibei suddenly shouted, pulled out a book from his schoolbag, and slammed it towards the ghost hand.
The book was very thick, and one could imagine the feeling of hitting it. With a loud snap, the blank face twisted and uttered a sharp scream.
The comments were silent for a few seconds, shocked by his use of books to fight monsters.
The corner of Yan Chuxue's eye twitched, but she didn't stop moving, and took the opportunity to step on that face.
The monster finally couldn't withstand the attacks from both sides. It let out a resentful cry, withdrew its hand, and suddenly drilled into the floor.
The entire corridor fell silent for a moment. The surrounding dark shadows were shocked by this scene and did not move for a moment.
Feng Zhibei supported himself on the ground with one hand, gasping for breath.
His ankles were abnormally blue and purple, and waves of tingling pain came over him.
Yan Chuxue was standing nearby and wanted to help him, but he dodged her hand as soon as she stretched it out.
"...You just touched that thing, don't touch me yet."
Feng Zhibei's face didn't look good. He looked up at Yan Chuxue and slowly stood up from the ground.
"You didn't tell me that coming in would be dangerous. If you hadn't taken away all my self-defense items, I wouldn't have been attacked just now..."
"So how do we settle this account?"
His voice was hoarse and he coughed a few more times.
Yan Chuxue narrowed her eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said sorry.
"Just an apology? Shouldn't there be some..."
compensate.
Before he could finish, a small object was thrown at him.
Feng Zhibei caught it in a panic.
It was a metallic silver lighter.
"Take it, you can burn anything." Yan Chuxue paused and added, "Except me."
Feng Zhibei gave up the idea of burning the other person, calmly put the lighter into his pocket, lowered his head and said thank you.
"So what is our situation now?" he asked Yan Chuxue.
The man's red eyes turned around, taking in the surroundings.
"Wormhole, that's the only possibility."
He walked up to a door and turned the doorknob under Feng Zhibei's frightened eyes.
After a few creaks, he gave up on opening the door.
The door is locked and cannot be opened.
"Does the wormhole lead to a fixed place?"
Feng Zhibei suddenly asked.
Yan Chuxue glanced at him and shook her head, "No, but it leads to a fixed space."
A certain space...
Feng Zhibei was thinking.
The scene that Chen Jieying had entered through the wormhole before was integrated. If this is true, then the wormhole in the teaching building should lead to the former campus.
The lights above my head flickered, and a few lights in the distance lit up again, but the light was much dimmer than before.
The remains of the monster also disappeared. If it weren't for the pain in his ankle, he would almost think that what happened before was an illusion.
"Go, open the door."
Yan Chuxue obediently did not touch Feng Zhibei's skin with her hands, but pulled his shirt sleeve, motioning him to follow her.
"...? What are you going to do?"
Feng Zhibei had no choice but to follow the other party deeper into the corridor.
The lights in the entire corridor were cold, but not unsettling.
Yan Chuxue didn't say a word along the way. Whenever she saw a classroom, she would go forward and pull the door handle, but without exception, they were all locked.
Until colorful graffiti suddenly appeared on the wall of a classroom.
Yan Chuxue stopped here.
Feng Zhibei was looking at the paintings on the wall when he heard a low laugh from above his head, followed by a sudden sound of electricity.
[Zizizi... Abnormal signal... Checking the line...]
[Line abnormality... Notifying relevant personnel for maintenance...]
He suddenly looked at Yan Chuxue. There was no emotion in the other's eyes, but the laughter just now did come from his mask.
"Don't look at me like that. This will benefit you as well." Yan Chuxue stepped forward and grasped the door handle of the classroom.
With a creak, the door opened.
Feng Zhibei quickly checked the live broadcast page, but saw a complete black screen with the words "Emergency Maintenance" appearing on it.
He looked at Yan Chuxue warily but did not take any action.
"It's not you I'm looking for, it's B-367...time is tight, sorry for the offense."
Yan Chuxue quickly grabbed Feng Zhibei's collar with one hand and threw him into the classroom before he could react.
Feng Zhibei's mind went blank. As the feeling of weightlessness came over him, he only remembered to protect his body and close his eyes.
"thump."
The pain he imagined did not come. He relaxed for a moment before cautiously opening his eyes. Under his body was a piece of soft land.
A scent of flowers filled the air.
A vague voice came from a distance: "...Yes, that male player took the key, otherwise I could have come here earlier."
Feng Zhibei looked up and saw endless green all around him, which looked like a grassland.
But real grass shouldn't look like this. The grass here is almost half a person's height, and the extremely saturated green is a bit uncomfortable for the eyes. Even the sky is a highly saturated blue.
Although the scene is very strange, there is no uneasy atmosphere here. On the contrary, it is very warm under the sunlight, which makes people relax.
A voice in the distance rose slightly, somewhat dissatisfied.
"Why did you take his knife away? He's very weak now. You know the temper of the wilderness..."
...This voice seems familiar?
Feng Zhibei stood up and walked towards the direction of the sound.
Not long after walking, a dazzling red appeared in front of my eyes.
It is a sea of roses.
Countless roses swayed in the wind under the sunlight, waves of rose fragrance came, and the sound of swaying branches and leaves continued to ring.
In the middle of the sea of flowers stood two people. The tall one wore a bird-beak mask, and the shorter one had long black hair.
Feng Zhibei's pupils suddenly shrank and he immediately turned and left.
There was a light tap on his shoulder.
"I finally managed to get you in here, can you at least listen to me finish my words first?"
The man walked around to Feng Zhibei and smiled.
"Let me introduce myself first. I'm B-367, and..."
His expression was apologetic, and his beautiful teardrop mole was even more eye-catching in the sunlight.
"I'm sorry for using your face, but this isn't my decision. Blame the wilderness."
Feng Zhibei looked expressionless as he looked at the face in front of him that looked exactly like his.
The NPC who had robbed his face was looking at him, his black hair swaying gently in the wind.
Oh, now he should be called B-367.
Yan Chuxue was also walking towards this side and stopped beside him.
"You guys chat, I'll smoke a cigarette first... Can I borrow a lighter, please? I just gave it to you."
He rummaged through his side trouser pocket for a long time and pulled out a cigarette. Before he could even pat Feng Zhibei's shoulder, he was hit on the arm.
The owner of the arm, B-367, had a vivid, angry expression on his handsome face: "If you want to smoke, go outside, not here. Don't you see all these flowers and plants are flammable?"
Yan Chuxue readily followed suit, said sorry, and then raised her hand to put the cigarette behind her ear.
"Working with you is such bad luck..." B-367 swung his arms and said to Feng Zhibei, "Don't be nervous, relax. It's hard for me to explain my existence to you..."
He snapped his fingers, and a file appeared out of thin air.
"But don't worry. The wilderness is under maintenance right now, and the flow of time here is different from outside. We have plenty of time to chat."
With the sound of shuffling papers, B-367 took out a photo.
"First things first. Would you consider joining us in killing him?"
He pointed at the man with curly black hair in the photo.
In that photo, Yan Jingming and B-367 were snuggling together, looking at the camera with a smile.
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