Experiment 8.
The entire school was shrouded in a dark cloud. The surrounding area was sunny, but once inside the school grounds, it was pitch black.
That bizarre scene gave people a very discordant feeling, adding a touch of gloom and horror to Experimental Middle School No. 8.
In the distance, a panicked crowd gathered, but they dared not approach, keeping their distance. Some called headquarters, while others took out their phones to take pictures.
Although there was some panic, it didn't cause much alarm, mainly because it was already commonplace.
Strange events are occurring one after another, and spirit masters are coming into the open; nothing is a secret anymore.
"My son!" A woman was crying out, desperately trying to rush into the No. 8 Middle School, but was held back by the people around her.
"Are you out of your mind! This is an A-level ghost domain! To deal with this level of anomaly, you'd need at least a fourth-level spirit master."
“Yes, sister, now is not the time to be impulsive. If an ordinary person like you rushes in, not only will you not be able to save anyone, but you will also cause trouble for the people at headquarters.”
"We have already called headquarters, and we believe they will send someone over soon."
"Sigh." Someone sighed, "Not necessarily. Strange events are happening frequently these days, and headquarters doesn't have enough manpower."
"Let me in!" the woman screamed desperately, but the people around her wouldn't let go.
"Let me in quickly! I have a prophetic wooden tablet, which I just received this morning! I need to take it to my son; it will definitely save him!"
The woman clutched a simple wooden plaque tightly, on which were written the words "prophecy".
"Useless girl, the captain said that this prophecy tablet needs to be worshipped day and night to be effective, and its biggest function is to warn people. There are A-level anomalies in No. 8 Middle School."
The woman wept uncontrollably, clutching the prophetic wooden plaque tightly and praying incessantly. When people are in dire straits, they unconsciously grasp at any straw that offers a lifeline.
Just then, a whooshing sound rang out.
boom!
A figure descended from the sky, its enormous black fire wings blazing fiercely, radiating a terrifying black light.
The moment he appeared, it was as if the dark clouds hanging over No. 8 Middle School twisted.
The crowd fell silent instantly, staring in disbelief at the figure before them.
Suddenly, someone burst out with a cry of adoration and ecstasy.
"He's a prophet!!"
"Captain Fang is here!"
"Great, No. 8 Middle School is saved."
More and more people began to cheer, as if the students of No. 8 Middle School had been saved, and even the woman from before had already knelt down and kept pleading.
"Captain, please save my child!"
The influence of a person's reputation is as profound as the shadow cast by a tree; the significance of a prophet needs no further explanation.
Fang Xiu ignored the cheering crowd and calmly gazed at the gloomy Eighth Middle School before him, his eyes flickering slightly.
"This is not an A-level ghost domain, but an S-level ghost domain."
With his keen eyesight, he immediately recognized that this strange creature was of S rank. Although it was only at the early stage of S rank and had not yet fully matured, there was a world of difference between S rank and A rank.
To deal with an S-rank anomaly, one would need at least a peak fourth-tier, or even a fifth-tier, spirit master to properly resolve the situation.
Strictly speaking, the previous rating system for the supernatural, SABCD, is no longer applicable. This rating system was set by the Global Joint Investigation Bureau. At that time, the strongest supernatural being in the world was rated S, corresponding to Spirit Masters of the first to fifth tiers.
But now, a fifth-tier spirit master and an S-rank strange creature are not the end. Above them are sixth-tier, seventh-tier, eighth-tier, and even strange gods!
Therefore, Fang Xiu plans to go back and overturn the Global Joint Investigation Bureau's hierarchy system, changing the English to Chinese characters.
With his current strength and influence, the whole world has long become his personal domain.
When the onlookers around No. 8 Middle School heard Fang Xiu say that this was an S-level ghost domain, their faces turned pale instantly, and they subconsciously took several steps back.
As the process of everyone becoming a Spirit Master deepens, the whole world knows what S-rank represents: a bizarre phenomenon capable of destroying a country!
Looking at the whole world, only Fang Xiu and his group of people can remain indifferent to S-class anomalies, or even completely disregard them.
They frequently play high-level matches, causing the reputation of S-class to plummet in their eyes. However, in reality, S-class is still terrifying, and there are quite a few countries around the world that have been mysteriously wiped out by S-class.
"Captain Fang! Please, you must save my son! He's only seventeen, and he idolizes you the most!" the woman sobbed, clutching the wooden sign.
Fang Xiu nodded and said calmly, "No need to worry, there is no difference between S-rank and A-rank in my eyes."
He spoke the most domineering words in the calmest tone, which shocked everyone and even gave them a sense of security.
Then, under everyone's watchful eyes, Fang Xiu slowly walked into Experimental Middle School No. 8, his figure being swallowed by darkness.
Class 7, No. 8 Middle School.
A second-tier spirit master in a wheelchair stood behind dozens of students, the classroom door tightly shut. They stared intently at the doorway, as if afraid that some terrifying being might break in.
The classroom was completely dark at this moment, and everyone was only able to see by the flashlights on their mobile phones. In a school that is known for its strict management, the entire Class 7 of the No. 8 Middle School had more than 50 mobile phones.
Clearly, some students not only secretly brought cell phones, but two of them. When one was confiscated, they took the other.
However, teachers are no longer in the mood to manage the issue of students bringing cell phones.
"Teacher Yan, are the people from headquarters almost here?" a female student asked in a trembling voice.
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