An ominous silence seemed to hang in the air. Xiao Jin's hawk-like gaze swept around, but he saw nothing unusual.
Suddenly, the tranquility of the restroom was broken. The light, which had been off, flickered as if controlled by an invisible hand. In that brief moment of light, Xiao Jin keenly caught sight of an extra figure.
From the mirror behind her, Xiao Jin saw a blood-red figure suddenly appear beside her. The figure was wearing a loose-fitting school uniform with black and blue stripes, and the short skirt at the knees looked as if it had emerged from a sea of blood. The figure was covered in shocking bloodstains.
Its face was blurred, obscured by long, wet hair.
The moment he saw the ghostly figure, Shattered Shadow appeared in Xiao Jin's hand, the tip of the blade pointing directly at the ghostly figure.
Unfortunately, Xiao Jin's longsword missed its target, the light only flashed for a moment, and the suddenly appearing figure also only appeared for a moment.
The darkness did not obstruct Xiao Jin's vision at all, and the passive stealth effect of Ash Feather began to appear.
Suddenly, Xiao Jin's pupils contracted sharply, and a chill ran down her spine to the top of her head. She reacted almost instinctively, retreating backward like lightning, precisely avoiding the dark red liquid dripping from above.
The liquid dripped onto the cold ground, making a "drip-drip" sound. Xiao Jin looked up.
On the ceiling, the female ghost was like a phantom in the dark night, her figure twisted and eerie. Her long hair was as black as ink, messily covering her pale and bloodless face. Only her pair of dark pupils pierced through the gaps in her hair, shooting out a venomous resentment that could freeze blood, and locked onto Xiao Jin.
The air seemed to freeze. The female ghost turned around and lay face down on the ceiling, but her head suddenly began to rotate 360 degrees. Many bones in her body also began to twist and deform, making cracking sounds.
A piercing roar shattered the silence. The female ghost, as if drawn by an invisible force, suddenly swooped down from the ceiling, her bluish-purple hands, with long, sharp fingertips, aimed straight for Xiao Jin's throat.
Xiao Jin reacted swiftly, shifting his body to the side. The long sword in his hand, gleaming with cold light, drew a sharp arc, clashing with the female ghost's claws. The sound of metal clashing echoed in the confined space, shaking everyone to their core.
The battle erupted instantly, with the human and the ghost locked in a fierce struggle within the confined space.
The female ghost's figure was elusive, sometimes turning into nothingness and sometimes appearing in solid form, each attack aimed directly at Xiao Jin's vital points.
The longsword missed again. Xiao Jin stood alone with his sword, his ears twitching frequently as he tried to find the other person.
Although Xiao Jin failed to kill it in the previous battle, the creature took two solid blows from Xiao Jin's blade, one of which was about to sever its head.
The female ghost was seriously injured and hid in the shadows for a while, not daring to make another move, seemingly trying to find a weakness in Xiao Jin.
Taking advantage of this time, Xiao Jin recalled the scene of fighting with the female ghost. Suddenly, she had a thought and seemed to have realized something.
Xiao Jin quickly looked around and his gaze immediately locked onto the huge mirror hanging on the side wall. Through it, the faint moonlight struggled to penetrate the thick clouds and cast dappled shadows.
A sharp, cold glint was coming from within.
Xiao Jin suddenly exerted his strength, his body leaping up, but this time the blade was aimed at the huge mirror, and the shattered reflection accurately smashed it to pieces.
As the mirror collapsed with a crash, shards flew everywhere, the sound of the wind behind her ears vanished abruptly, and the bathroom was instantly illuminated as if it were daytime. The warm yellow light illuminated the entire bathroom without any blind spots. What ghost, what blood? Apart from the mirror shards scattered on the ground, only the black and red bloodstains on Xiao Jin's knife tip could prove that everything before was not her hallucination.
After a moment, Xiao Jin swiftly withdrew the shattered shadow, his killing intent subsiding.
The opponent must have been able to launch attacks against me more effectively by using a mirror.
Now that the mirror has been attacked by the mirror and is severely injured, it must have realized it couldn't kill Xiao Jin, so it simply fled.
The sound of shattering mirror echoed in the quiet fourth floor, like an explosive device being detonated.
Inside room 414, Han Chuan was so frightened that he sat down on the floor instead of sitting on the stool.
“This…” Wu Tianjin and Lu Jing looked at each other with grim expressions.
"What was that sound just now?" Han Chuan asked hesitantly, sitting on the ground.
However, Wu Tianjin and Lu Jing ignored him, and Lu Jing even jumped out of bed and ran to the door to rush out.
Just as he stepped out the door, he caught a glimpse of a tall figure out of the corner of his eye. Lu Jing's pupils constricted sharply, and the half of his body that had rushed out involuntarily retreated.
It was a monster that was about two meters tall, with a thick body wrapped in tattered cloth, which was covered with mottled rust and dried bloodstains.
Its neck is half a meter long, and its flexible neck, like a snake, sways slightly. Above it is a head with eight eyes.
Eight fist-sized eyes blinked erratically, and below its nose, its slightly open mouth revealed rings of small, sharp teeth radiating outwards.
After Lu Jing saw what the other party looked like, his expression was not good, especially when his gaze fell on a book clip in the monster's hand.
The metal clips resembled those used in old hospitals for clipping medical records, and the monster was holding one with a piece of white paper attached. Each time it passed a room, its thick fist would forcefully push the door open, its long neck protruding into its head, which was filled with compound eyes, as if it were observing something.
What's even more disconcerting is that the other person was holding a pen in their other hand, and every time they came out of a dormitory, the pen tip would make two strokes on a piece of white paper.
Seeing this, Lu Jing decisively took a step back, and then he slammed the door shut.
From the moment Lu Jing opened the door to the moment he closed it, only a few seconds had passed, leaving Wu Tianjin and Han Chuan behind him completely bewildered.
Weren't you going to find Xiao Jin? Why did you close the door again?
Wu Tianjin reached out to pat Lu Jing on the shoulder: "Why aren't you leaving..." But his hand missed, and a hint of surprise appeared in Wu Tianjin's eyes.
But as soon as Lu Jing turned around and saw his pale face, drained of color by fear, Wu Tianjin immediately forgot about the earlier incident.
He asked eagerly, "What did you see?!"
Wu Tianjin's voice trembled as he said this.
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