Immediately, Xiao Jin took out one of Yu Ling's arms and one of her legs from the space and placed them in the same positions as the torso.
The task progress on the panel has also changed.
[Altar (√), Offerings (3/6)]
With these two pieces of corpse in hand, the yin energy in the room visibly increased significantly.
Han Chuan stood at the door, not daring to come in. He touched his arm and shivered. When he saw Xiao Jin come out, he hurriedly went to greet her.
"Boss! Are we going to collect all the bodies next?"
Although Xiao Jin didn't say it, Han Chuan wasn't stupid.
A single broken altar is worth 200 points. If he can follow the big shots and pick up some scraps, then his trip to this world won't have been in vain. He might even be able to make up for the purple items he used up earlier.
Xiao Jin glanced at Han Chuan but did not expose his ulterior motives.
"Okay, let's go to the cafeteria."
"The cafeteria?" Han Chuan was stunned for a moment, then a flash of insight struck him. He stared at Xiao Jin with wide eyes: "No way..."
Under the cover of darkness, the two walked through the deathly quiet campus and stood at the entrance of the cafeteria. In the distance, the cafeteria was lit with a faint green light, and shadowy figures could be seen at the windows.
Han Chuan glanced at it and then squatted down behind the tree. Under Xiao Jin's questioning gaze, he gave an awkward smile and said, "Heh~ Well, it's full of ghosts inside. Maybe... we should think about it some more."
Xiao Jin glanced at Han Chuan speechlessly, then with a 'whoosh', the Shard of Shadows was drawn from its sheath, the tip of the blade lightly touched the ground, and strode towards the cafeteria.
"Hey!! Boss?" Han Chuan timidly reached out and saw Xiao Jin leave. He gritted his teeth and ran after him.
In that dark and ominous cafeteria, the first floor seemed to be shrouded in an invisible cloud, and every inch of air was so heavy that it could be wrung out.
Under the eerie green light, a group of grotesque and ferocious ghosts stood in the hall, surrounded by a faint blood-red mist, making the place look like a hellish inferno.
Xiao Jin and Han Chuan stepped in one after the other, and this is what they saw.
Han Chuan's pupils dilated suddenly, cold sweat slid down his back, and he couldn't help but breathe rapidly.
The vengeful spirits seemed to be touched by the presence of the living, and they all looked in the direction of the two. Upon seeing them, their empty eyes suddenly flashed with greed and craving, like hungry beasts that had caught the scent of their prey.
Just then, Xiao Jin's expression suddenly turned cold, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes.
Without moving her body, her right hand shot out like lightning, the long knife silently slicing through the air, pointing directly at a seemingly empty corner beside her.
With a soft "thud," the blade pierced flesh, accompanied by an extremely shrill scream, and a nauseating stench of blood filled the air.
Immediately afterwards, a bloody, indistinct figure appeared out of thin air, crashing heavily to the ground, splattering dust and dark red blood.
Startled by this sudden turn of events, Han Chuan jumped back, his voice trembling as he blurted out a curse: "Shameless! You actually launched a sneak attack!"
Xiao Jin calmly sheathed his long sword, his eyes remaining calm and profound.
The blood, like poppies blooming in the dark night, instantly stained the surrounding air red. The pungent smell seemed to awaken a terrifying power slumbering in the void, causing the surrounding ghosts to let out shrill screams and agitation.
They loomed in the darkness, twisting and tangling, forming an indescribable, terrifying torrent that surged toward Xiao Jin and Han Chuan, attempting to tear them apart.
Xiao Jin's eyes narrowed sharply as he gripped his longsword tightly, his arm muscles tensing. Arcs of electricity crackled wildly across the blade, like angry silver snakes, drawing dazzling streaks of light across the dark night sky with a series of crackling sounds that sent chills down one's spine.
"Get out of my way!" Xiao Jin roared, and swung his long sword out suddenly.
The purple light that condensed on the tip of the blade instantly vanished. The light rapidly deformed in the air, eventually coalescing into a crescent moon, cold and sharp, carrying a world-destroying aura, and crashed into the surging horde of ghosts.
With a deafening roar, the purple crescent moon collided with the horde of ghosts, unleashing a dazzling light and a raging torrent of energy.
The horde of ghosts howled and twisted under the purple light. Some were directly crushed and vanished, while others scattered and fled in all directions, leaving behind afterimages and echoes of fear.
As the light faded, the ground was a mess, the marble floor shattered into pieces, and Xiao Jin stood in front of it, his long sword pointing diagonally, his eyes cold and stern.
"Thump~" Han Chuan stretched his neck.
Is this... the skill level of the current number one player in the game?!
After this shock, the ghosts on the first floor either died or ran away, and the once bustling cafeteria became deathly quiet.
This time, Xiao Jin did not go upstairs again, but went straight to the charcoal-grilled large intestine stall in front. The stall was in a mess because of the fight just now, but the human leg hanging above it was completely unharmed.
After cutting the rope, Xiao Jin held the leg in her hand, and the progress of the side quest indeed changed.
Xiao Jin had previously examined this leg at Linhai High School in the real world, but unfortunately it wasn't a quest item.
The game played a little trick on her.
If Xiao Jin hadn't come to check again this time, she might have missed the opportunity!
Holding onto Yu Ling's left leg, Xiao Jin led Han Chuan to the last location—the teaching building.
As soon as they came up, the two heard a loud noise.
"This is..." Han Chuan looked at Xiao Jin, only to see that Xiao Jin had already run out.
Han Chuan didn't hear that sound clearly, but Xiao Jin heard it very clearly. The sound was familiar; it must be someone fighting.
…………
A round object, somewhat resembling a hand grenade, ripped through the silence of the air and plummeted into the dimly lit stairwell with a piercing whistling sound.
A strong smell of gunpowder instantly filled the air. A few seconds later, a raging flame roared out like an angry dragon, its blood-red light instantly engulfing everything around it.
The dust on the walls was shaken up and scattered, and the light tubes on the ceiling swayed precariously.
Wu Tianjin's hands were trembling as he threw out the last life-saving item he had on him, gritting his teeth.
Seeing that the tall, fierce ghost was blocked on the other side of the ruins by the exploding bomb, Wu Tianjin quickly took the opportunity to slip away.
He staggered into the nearest classroom, the door slamming shut behind him. Wu Tianjin had no time to catch his breath; he quickly moved about, piling heavy desks and chairs against the doorway.
Finally, the classroom door was firmly blocked. Wu Tianjin leaned against the cold podium, shrinking into a corner. His heartbeat gradually calmed down, but his wary gaze never left the rickety door.
The surroundings were deathly silent, and a faint light shone through the classroom window, illuminating Wu Tianjin's disheveled figure.
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