The speculation about the yellow eyeballs has been around for a long time, but the bold idea of actively submerging self-consciousness and activating the ghost mark in the sea of consciousness was the moment when the logic was connected, which came to Tang Xinjue's mind.
The risks of this operation were unbearable for a normal person, but equally, it was impossible for a normal person to be planted with so many ghost marks. Tang Xinjue raised his finger with a hint of self-mockery, and strands of mental power re-formed, suppressing several restless objects in the air.
What a coincidence, she happens to be a psychic.
It’s not too much to put something in her spiritual realm and pay some rent, right?
Judging from the results of "rent", there is not only a connection between the red and yellow eyeballs, but also probably a strict hierarchical relationship between superiors and subordinates.
This was strange. There were many ghosts that wanted to kill her, but in those countless nightmares, she didn't remember encountering any monsters like them.
Or did she overlook some important clues about what happened in the past?
Recalling the game prompt sound in the memory fragment, the game should have ended safely. Tang Xinjue calmed down instead, and was not in a hurry to go out. He waited quietly for his mental strength to recover.
As one thing grows, the other declines. The more her mental strength recovers, the more dormant the ghost marks become, until they completely lose their vitality. Only then can she turn on the switch given by the counselor and seal them away completely.
Time flowed quietly in the sea of consciousness, and the other three markers quieted down. Only the yellow eyeball that had just "seen the light of day" was still a little restless.
According to Tang Xin Jue's observation, it didn't have a complete consciousness within it, just a ball of energy that was released. Because of this, although it temporarily "replaced" her main consciousness, as long as the main body was not summoned, it would not cause any substantial harm.
What's more, they have the trump card of resurrection card.
As I thought about this, some small sounds suddenly reached my ears. When I pieced them together into a complete sentence, it turned out to be the mechanical prompt tone of the game:
[The competition is about to end. All game props will be collected by the organizer... It has been detected that your one-time prop revival card is about to expire. Do you want to exchange it for other permissions?]
Tang Xin Jue's mind moved: "What permissions can be exchanged?"
[Choosing to melt a resurrection card will increase the resurrection chance of all deceased candidates by 30%. If you do not redeem it, it will have no effect.]
There was no need to hesitate. Tang Xin Jue said, "Change."
[Command received, redemption initiated... Redemption successful. The current probability of resurrection for deceased candidates is 80%. Final evaluation in progress... Evaluation complete, competition entrance closed.]
Ding ding ding, dong dong dong, the joyful dormitory friendship league has concluded! Friendship first, competition second. The organizer, Mr. Bu, has lit a grand lucky fireworks banquet for everyone. Wishing everyone academic success and continued success in the university town!
As pleasant celebratory music began to play, a refreshing feeling filled her mind, instantly relieving much of the pain in her body. As if she had drunk a large glass of refreshing drink, Tang Xinjue even felt her body begin to regain consciousness.
There is no doubt that this energy, which is very beneficial to the candidates, comes from the "competition organizers".
So...Mr. Bu?
This identity that appeared for the first time made her heart move: judging from the game prompts, the other party should not be a vicious ghost like [Elf House], but more like a neutral NPC like the counselor.
Especially the name "Lucky Fireworks Banquet", which seems to subtly correspond to the cluster of "unlucky fireworks" she set off in the previous competition?
Tang Xinjue smiled slightly. Unfortunately, she couldn't wake up from her sea of consciousness right now and couldn't witness the fireworks display. She could only ask her roommate about the situation after she woke up.
Of course, she first had to endure Zhang You's anger - for making such a dangerous choice without authorization, and for falling into a coma that made them worry, and she would inevitably have to face one or more roommates who were sharpening their knives.
Touching his slightly cold neck, Tang Xinjue smiled helplessly and sat down in front of the floating ghost mark. With this nectar-like energy, his consciousness fell into a deeper state of operation.
…
Ghosts, fangs, pursuit, escape.
The girls' dormitory is full of dangers, the corridor seems to have no end, and the darkness has no light.
Wherever the black fog spreads, there must be cold and dangerous monsters hiding. She can only keep dodging and running. Only by leaving these monsters and the darkness far behind can she survive.
"Don't run... You can't escape..."
"Look ahead. Where is the end? Even if you wake up, won't you still return here after closing your eyes?"
"Look at you, ordinary and weak. What's the point of being a human? Why not fall here and become like us? No longer bound by all the rules, only strength, power, and freedom..."
"Come down, come down, stop!"
Tang Xinjue suddenly stopped and stabbed the dagger in his hand backwards amidst giggles, cutting off the monster's tongue quickly and accurately.
The laughter around them stopped and angry screams began one after another. Tang Xinjue didn't even look at them, put his tongue in his pocket and turned around and ran away.
The monster looking for its tongue all over the ground: "..."
In the endless darkness, screams were mixed with whispers: "How did she find the weapon again? Didn't you hide it properly?"
"I hid it very well. She found it by cutting open my stomach and even took the needles I used to sew it up."
"How did she steal it?"
"She's getting faster and faster. Look at her speed! Even the black fog can't catch up to her. I'm so hungry! I don't want to come here again next time! I'm getting further and further away from the ground. I can't go back to the university town. It's all your fault! It's all your fault!"
"It's all your fault! You piece of trash! It's all your fault! I ripped your intestines out! Ouch! Stop grabbing my throat! Ugh!"
"Shh, complete their requests and we can go back. Don't forget... Look, there are new people coming."
Tang Xinjue's running speed slowed down slightly. She didn't look back, but only tightened her grip on the weapon.
Every time she fell into a nightmare before, she couldn't understand the conversation between these ghosts, but this time, only this time, she could understand it for some reason.
But the information she grasped from these words was too unfamiliar to her—what was a university town? Whose requirements were being fulfilled? Who were the new people?
It was as if a taut string was plucked in his mind, but Tang Xinjue still couldn't remember anything more, and his brows were furrowed more and more.
A strong premonition told her that she needed to look back, back into the darkness, so that she could find everything she wanted to know.
But her instinctive memory was struggling, telling her not to look back, because the darkness must not be touched. If she touched it, she would be dragged into it, and this was a danger she could not resist.
...No, now, maybe we can fight it.
A thought jumped out of the water and she suddenly remembered.
Because in the darkness that has swallowed up everything, there are very important people, and also herself.
She no longer had to flee endlessly. There was no light in the darkness, but she had the power to dispel and ignite it.
He lowered his head, and the dagger in his hand had turned into a straight toilet plunger. Tang Xinjue weighed it and turned around.
In her field of vision, a dazzling white light swept over her like a comet hitting the ground, drowning her.
"Little girl, little girl? What are you daydreaming about?"
Tang Xinjue opened his eyes and subconsciously pressed his temples, which were a little aching. His long and scattered memories gradually came back to him, and the surrounding scenes came into view.
Seeing the scene in front of her, she was slightly stunned.
If she remembered correctly, she seemed to have just passed through a nightmare cycle in her sea of consciousness. She thought she would return to the dormitory first, but a white light flashed... Where was this?
In front of me is a crowded place, and right in front of me is a heavily guarded iron fence gate. Many middle-aged men and women are gathered outside the gate, and boys and girls about eighteen or nineteen years old are rushing in.
The person who woke Tang Xin Jue was a middle-aged woman. She looked concerned and said, "I see you're holding your admission ticket, so you're also a candidate, right? The exam is about to start, why don't you hurry in?"
Admit card, exam.
These two key words entered his mind, and a series of memories were instantly activated. Tang Xinjue realized where the scene in front of him was.
This is at the entrance of a school examination room!
As for what kind of exam...
She lowered her head and opened the admission ticket in her hand.
2017 Unified College Entrance Examination
…???
Did she sleep through the college entrance examination?
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Roommate: Is this reasonable?
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