Chapter 71 Haunted High School (5)
"Fuck!" The man with black-framed glasses screamed in fright. Su Yue's face changed and he quickly pushed open the door of the classroom.
However, the moment he pushed open the classroom door, the lights in the classroom came on.
When the lights came on, the whole classroom looked like a normal classroom.
On the front projection screen, the white candle flame with a very eerie effect is still dancing, but because the light is too bright, the horror atmosphere has been completely lost, and it seems that the production technique is quite crude.
Su Yue's gaze turned to the table in the middle of the classroom. Players participating in the Pen Fairy activity were still gathered there, and a horoscope and pen were placed on the table.
The piece of white paper called the "life chart" is now completely covered with ink, as if someone had lost his temper at the last moment, and the words originally written on the paper can no longer be seen.
The ink is a mixture of red and black, as if a pen soaked in red ink was rolled in black ink again. The black ink reveals a faint dark red, like the color of blood.
The players around the table looked dazed, especially the one who had wanted to quit but hadn't. Su Yue saw that he looked pale and waved his hand in front of him, "Are you okay?"
This player, Zhao Zhihuan, was so frightened that he almost jumped up and took a step back. When he saw that it was Su Yue, he shook his head and stammered, "No, I'm fine."
Su Yue: "..."
Do you look okay?
But it seems that he doesn't want to say more, so forget it.
Snap, snap, snap.
The crisp applause interrupted Su Yue's thoughts.
The president walked back to the podium with a gentle yet fake smile on his face. A closer look revealed fresh marks of ink on the edges of his palms, a mixture of red and black.
"Thank you all for participating in today's Pen Fairy event. It was a great success."
The president smiled again, and once his smile grew wider, his expression became exaggerated, as if the painted skin could no longer adhere to his face. Even in such a bright environment, it was still very creepy.
"The next club activity notice will be sent to your mobile phones in advance, so please check it out."
Ding-ling-ling——
The 10:00 PM chime sounded, signaling the end of the club's activities. The club president gracefully opened the classroom door for the players and said, "See you at the next event."
Wei Wan was the first to walk out when the classroom door opened, and seemed to completely dislike the atmosphere here.
This time Su Yue didn't follow him, he was paying attention to that player.
From the moment he pushed the door open and entered the classroom, Zhao Zhihuan had been sweating profusely. He kept wiping his sweat, his lips were trembling, and his face was very pale.
He was the last one to leave the house, his steps were unsteady, as if he was frightened. Su Yue quickly flipped through his cell phone, then wrote a string of numbers on a piece of paper and handed it to him.
"My phone number." Su Yue said, "Call me if you have anything."
Zhao Zhihuan looked at him nervously for a few times, and finally took the note without saying a word.
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At ten o'clock in the evening, it was already dark even in summer.
The dormitory area was in one direction and the teaching building was in another, so after leaving the teaching building, except for Wei Wan who left quickly, most of the students in the club still walked together.
Jinling University was well-landscaped, with many trees planted on campus. These trees flourished in the summer nights, casting long, splayed shadows under the streetlights. Aside from the clatter of footsteps, there was no sound anywhere, the campus feeling like a dead place.
"I heard our school is built on a mass grave," the president suddenly said, his voice eerie and ethereal, "there must be quite a few resentful souls lingering here, refusing to leave."
"Nine and a half out of ten universities are built on cemeteries," Su Yue deadpanned. "That's a bit old-fashioned."
President: “…”
The players who participated in the Pen Fairy event all looked very pale, but after hearing Su Yue's words, their expressions improved a little. However, Zhao Zhihuan's face was still very pale.
Later, the president tried to tell some ghost stories along the way, but Su Yue debunked them every time with an expressionless face.
President: "Legend has it that someone died on this road."
Su Yue: "Strictly speaking, people have died on every inch of land on Earth."
President: "Look behind that window over there. Doesn't it look like a hanged female ghost in white staring at you?"
Su Yue turned on the flashlight directly, and shone the strong light over there, and a white curtain swayed in the night.
President: “…………”
I don’t know what those players saw when they summoned the Pen Fairy, but the originally terrifying atmosphere disappeared under Su Yue’s powerful ky.
The president had a stern face, as black as the bottom of a pot. If he had a choice, he would definitely expel Su Yue from the club.
When they arrived at the dormitory area, players returned to their dormitories one after another. The man with black-framed glasses, the middle school student, and Zhao Zhihuan were in the same building, while Su Yue and his friends were in the third building from the back.
When they arrived at the place, Su Yue, Cang Zhi, Wei Wan and another player left the team and went upstairs.
They were not very familiar with each other, and Cang Zhi and Wei Wan were not the talkative type, so they were all very silent.
They went all the way to the third floor, where Su Yue, Cang Zhi, and Wei Wan were. When Su Yue reached the entrance of the corridor, the other player couldn't help but call out to him, "Brother."
Su Yue turned around: "What?"
That player had just participated in the Pen Fairy activity, and his face was very pale.
He asked, "Are the Pen Fairy in this game real? Will the Pen Fairy harm people?"
Su Yue didn't answer immediately. He thought for a moment and asked, "What did you see?"
——
Zhao Zhihuan was on the top floor of the dormitory, which was the fifth floor. There seemed to be many empty dormitories on the fifth floor. When going up, the corridor was very dark and there were not many dormitories with lights on.
Zhao Zhihuan deeply regretted participating in the activity of summoning the Pen Fairy, but his roommate was an NPC who didn't seem to be familiar with his role. They went to sleep without saying anything, leaving him unable to even find someone to talk to about his worries.
After sitting slumped on the bed for a while, Zhao Zhihuan wanted to take a shower. He gently pushed open the dormitory door and looked into the corridor.
The corridor was pitch black, lit only by a single, dim light in the bathroom at the end, which seemed to be summoning spirits. Zhao Zhihuan shuddered, his legs weakening. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move forward. He froze at the doorway for a long moment, then retreated.
He couldn't help but recall what he had just seen.
When the activity of summoning the spirit of the pen begins, the president holds the middle of the brush, and everyone else stretches out their hands, with at least one finger resting on the brush.
The brush was not dipped in ink, and the inkstone was placed next to it. On the left and right sides of the inkstone were blood-red ink and normal black ink respectively, as clear as the Tai Chi diagram.
Candles were arranged in a circle, and the candle flames were burning dimly, as if it was some kind of sacrificial ceremony.
The president held the pen and slowly circled the paper. Everyone followed him, and as he circled, he muttered something in a low voice.
Zhao Zhihuan could understand the first sentence, "Master Pen Fairy" and so on, but after that it was just mumbling, which didn't sound like human language.
Listening carefully, it was creepy, like the whispers of little ghosts. In the darkness and candlelight, Zhao Zhihuan's hair stood on end, and he didn't dare to listen anymore.
When he turned the ninth circle, a gust of wind suddenly blew in the closed classroom. The wind was not strong, but it was so cold that it blew straight into his bones. Although he couldn't see it, Zhao Zhihuan clearly felt that something appeared in the room.
The candle flame was blown crookedly, and the shadow on the rice paper was sometimes long and sometimes short, reflecting all the bloody, black, reptile-like handwriting.
Zhao Zhihuan's heart skipped a beat and he didn't dare to look at the bloody horoscope again.
When he raised his eyes, his gaze met that of the player opposite him, and he could clearly see his own terrified face in the other's eyes.
At the same time, Zhao Zhihuan felt that the brush in his hand suddenly broke free from his control and began to spin on the rice paper like crazy! The classroom was filled with exclamations.
"The Master of the Pen has arrived!" the president whispered.
The pitch-black classroom was lit only by candlelight. The candlelight seemed to have consciousness, with most of it illuminating the life plate in the middle of the classroom, a small portion illuminating the faces of the players gathered in a circle, and the tables, chairs and walls outside were almost hidden in the darkness.
On the horoscope, all the words seemed to be dancing, and the brush was hovering above the rice paper.
"If you have any questions for the Pen Fairy, please hurry up," the president urged.
After a moment's silence, the middle school student was the first to raise his hand.
"Pen Fairy, how long do we have to stay here?"
Everyone knows the answer to this question: school will be on vacation in two weeks.
After the question was asked, the brush hovered for a while, and then slowly drew red circles on the "1" and "4" in the horoscope.
It means "14 days", which is the same as the correct answer.
"This pen fairy is amazing!" The middle school student clapped his hands and laughed, "I thought this thing was just a decoration. Even after staying there for 14 days, I realized that it..."
The middle school student's words got stuck in his throat and his eyes widened in horror.
Because as he spoke, everyone could clearly see that the rice paper was slowly seeping out a dark red color like blood from the center along the veins.
It looked like it was soaked in blood.
"Don't test Master Pen Fairy!" the president shouted angrily, "Master Pen Fairy will teach you a lesson!"
The room was dead silent.
After a long time, another person asked in a trembling voice: "Then is it a wise choice for us to participate in the Pen Fairy Celebration?"
This may be a question to the president, or he may just be talking to himself.
But in short, the brush hovered briefly in the air, then quickly circled the word on the horoscope. In the gloomy night, everyone could see the large black word, outlined in blood-like ink.
"no".
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"This pen fairy is quite self-aware." Su Yue sighed, "And then?"
"Then, all of a sudden, the candles went out." The player's face turned pale. "Then there was no light at all. It's strange now that I think about it. There was a light in the corridor, but no light came in at all. When you pushed the door open and came back in, we found that the brush had fallen on the paper, and the paper was covered in scribbling."
"So the Pen Fairy left?" Su Yue asked.
"He left." The player's lips began to tremble. "But... we didn't send him away as the rules said, so no one knows whether he left or not. He..."
Su Yue suddenly heard a shrill ringing sound.
.
He was stunned and didn't react at first.
It was only when Cang Zhi quickly reached into his pocket that he realized it was the prop cell phone he got after entering the game that was ringing.
The ringtone is pretty scary.
Su Yue took the phone and an unfamiliar number flashed on the screen.
He suddenly became alert. This might be the player to whom he had just slipped the note.
The moment he pressed the answer button, a rustling sound of electrical interference came from the other end of the phone. Su Yue frowned and was about to speak when he suddenly heard a shrill scream from the other end.
After that, there was no more sound.
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