The dust in the air trembled uneasily, and the smell of ink on old paper was like that of old paper, which went straight into the nose. The air was moist and slightly cool, but the damp and cold breath seemed to be able to penetrate deeply into the limbs and bones.
The fingertips touched the sharp edge of the paper, and it seemed that with just a slight scratch, a round of scarlet blood would slide down the fingertips and drip.
Yu Qirong opened his eyes. The light was dim and his vision was unclear. The dark corridor in front of him seemed to have no end.
squeak--
The dilapidated wooden floor was stepped on and caused screams. After a few breaths, a person whose face could not be seen clearly stood in front of him.
"You're finally here?"
Yu Qirong heard the genuine surprise in his own voice and handed over the paper in his hand.
His movements and words were out of control, but he did not feel any fear. Instead, he looked at it coldly with a bit of boredom, as if he was used to this drama and it no longer aroused the slightest interest in him.
"This is a love letter I wrote especially for you."
"If you promise, come see me tomorrow."
His own voice continued, with a note of expectant caution in its tone.
The person opposite seemed to take a step forward, and then there was a slight dragging sensation on the paper in his hand, and then his hand was empty.
The love letter was taken away.
As the man moved, his face gradually revealed itself. Yu Qirong then became interested and looked intently at the face of the person opposite him.
His handsome face was cold, his eyebrows were sharp, and his dark eyes seemed to be dotted with two pieces of ink that could not be dissolved.
A cool breath came towards me, and I could smell it without having to go up and smell it carefully.
The man didn't say yes or no, but folded the love letter several times, put it in the lining of his school uniform, turned around and was about to leave.
Yu Qirong's eyebrows jumped, and a sour emotion surged into his heart, telling him that if he let someone leave, they would never come back, and he clamored for Yu Qirong to bring the person back.
It's not that he didn't want to, but his body seemed to be restrained, and he was fixed in place, unable to move. He could only watch the man's figure disappear into the dark corridor.
"Seven, seven!"
Someone leaned close to his ear and shouted loudly. The sound pierced his eardrum and could almost be heard as a roar.
The snow-white eyelashes trembled slightly, and Yu Qirong opened her eyes. In her red pupils was reflected a boy whose eyeball was pierced by a mirror fragment.
The boy propped his chin up with his arm, staring at him motionlessly with his relatively intact eye. He wasn't ugly, on the contrary, if you covered the eye that was just a shard of mirror, you could still see some handsomeness.
But the other punctured eyeball would ooze out white fluid, mixed with blood and slowly flow down, which looked quite creepy.
Yu Qirong did not show any fear, and even moved his stationery away with some disgust.
The low-quality school uniform was a little too short, but it completely revealed a fair arm. He had a gold chain tied around his right wrist, with red, glittering gems hanging at intervals, and a white dragon hook jade hanging at the end. It was round and white, and it was obviously of excellent quality.
He held the jade pendant on his wrist and pulled out a tissue with the other hand and handed it over: "How many times have I told you? Don't come to my table if you don't wipe it clean."
The boy who was bullied didn't show any fierceness on his face, but was a little embarrassed. He took the tissue awkwardly, but didn't rush to wipe it. Instead, he put the tissue under his nose and sniffed it carefully, revealing a somewhat intoxicated expression. He whispered in defense: "Class is about to start, I have to wake you up... Is Qiqi angry?"
"There won't be a next time."
Yu Qirong's face was full of irritation at being disturbed in his sleep. He straightened his back slightly, and his hair, like the light of snow, gently brushed against his school uniform, making his snow-white face even brighter, like falling snow under the moonlight.
He casually glanced at the clock on the wall and after confirming that there was still some time left, he relaxed and let his eyes slid down the wall back to his desk.
“…”
Yu Qirong looked slightly annoyed, and he took out another tissue. He picked up a severed finger with his scallion-white fingers and threw it to the boy standing in front of his desk. He said angrily, "Put his finger away and tell him not to put this thing on my desk again!"
The boy took it and nodded hurriedly, wanting to help Yu Qirong wipe the table, but was stopped by him.
Yu Qirong took a look at the mixed feelings in the boy's eyes and decided to do it herself.
"They always bully you." The boy's indignant face showed some anxiety of being rejected, and his tone was cautious, as if he was only offering a suggestion that would benefit Yu Qirong: "If you are with me, they won't dare to do that."
"You?" Yu Qirong continued to wipe the table as if she hadn't heard anything. Her scarlet lips parted slightly, revealing a mischievous smile: "Give up this thought. We are in high school, and premature love is not allowed."
"I know you're waiting for someone," the boy seemed to have mustered up his courage and said in a slightly louder voice, "Aren't you waiting for that Tang Xingfei? He won't come back. There have been so many transfer students. Do you think any of them can come back?"
"What do you know?" Yu Qirong's face was slightly cold.
"I know everything! I also know that the jade pendant in your hand was left by the man named Tang Xingfei!" The boy pointed at the jade pendant on Yu Qirong's right hand and shouted.
Several puffs of black smoke emerged from his body, attacking outwards with fangs and claws, and some shrill cries could be faintly heard.
Yu Qirong stopped moving and turned to look at the boy. A few traces of anger flashed in her blood-red eyes, but just these few traces were enough to make the boy, who had just been so righteous, give up. The black smoke around him seemed to have touched something that frightened it and immediately shrank back.
A fishy and sweet taste surged from his throat. Yu Qirong didn't have time to get a tissue, so he covered it with his hands.
After coughing, he moved his palm away, his feather-white eyelashes drooped slightly, and he saw a shocking red in the palm of his snow-white palm.
The boy also saw the blood on Yu Qirong's palm, his expression changed, and a bit of regret appeared on his pale face: "Qiqi, I shouldn't have made you angry..."
"It's okay." Yu Qirong said in a cold tone. He impatiently pulled out a piece of paper and wiped it clean casually. Under the boy's sharp gaze, he mixed the blood-stained tissue with the previously used ones and threw them into the trash can.
The boy licked his lips with the tip of his tongue, his eyes fixed on the trash can, as if he was looking at a treasure chest. He whispered, "Another batch is coming over today."
Yu Qirong: "Is there him?"
The boy shook his head: "No."
Yu Qirong could not hide his disappointment on his face, but he just waved his hand and asked the boy sitting at his desk to go away.
The boy stared at the trash can, walked straight over, picked up the blood-stained tissue thrown by Yu Qirong, and returned to his seat with a satisfied look on his face.
He, Yu Qirong, is the school idol of Lanxi High School. Besides that, he is also a beauty lover, and always prefers beautiful things. But obviously, the people in this school are not pleasing to his eyes.
Tang Xingfei is a transfer student who has both eyes and broken arms and legs. Not only that, he has a cool and aloof temperament that Yu Qirong likes very much. He feels that even the tips of Tang Xingfei's hair have a fascinating sense of abstinence.
The Chinese textbooks in school often talk about ancient love, saying that people generally expressed their emotions through correspondence in the beginning.
Yu Qirong followed suit and quickly drafted a love letter. She made an appointment with Tang Xingfei just like in the dream and gave him the love letter.
As a result, Tang Xingfei disappeared the next day. The transfer students hadn't left yet, but he was the only one who disappeared, and he didn't have time to reply to Yu Qirong.
Yu Qirong found Tang Xingfei's dormitory, but only found the bracelet and jade pendant on his bed.
He had always treasured it very much and wouldn't let it get wet, bloody, or stained with anything else disgusting.
Yu Qirong was angry and unwilling. Firstly, he had not seen many faces like Tang Xingfei, and there were few in the world; secondly, she disappeared after he sent the love letter, which really made people wonder if this was an implicit but still ruthless rejection.
He had always wanted to catch the man and interrogate him, but after so much time had passed and hundreds of transfer students had arrived, there was still no sign of Tang Xingfei.
He played with the dragon hook jade on his right wrist, waiting for class boredly, but as he waited, he fell asleep again in a daze.
"Ah——" A shrill scream suddenly occurred and stopped abruptly in an instant.
Yu Qirong rubbed his ears and raised his heavy eyelids. As expected, he saw the transfer student whose throat had been cut. Blood was gushing out. Although the remaining transfer students also looked terrified, they covered their mouths tightly and dared not scream like that again.
Yu Qirong narrowed his eyes and pointed at the transfer students this time, one, two, three, four, five...
No, it's four.
His eyes swept past the person who was lying motionless on the ground due to excessive blood loss, and swept straight to the remaining two men and two women.
...It's boring. No one can meet his passing score.
The teacher with a broken right leg on the stage raised his glasses and looked at the transfer student lying motionless on the ground with a strange smile on his face: "School rules prohibit loud noises in class. The remaining transfer students, please introduce yourselves."
The atmosphere among the four people suddenly became cold. After a while, one of the taller ones spoke, his deep voice trembling with pretended calmness: "My name is Lu Pingsha."
Although still a little shaky, he is clearly the most sophisticated of the four transfer students.
Another young man who looked thinner and younger followed up and said, "My name is Bai Shi."
"Xu Yanan." The pale-faced girl with a ponytail said in a voice as soft as a mosquito.
"My name is Liang Xue." Liang Xue's pupils trembled slightly. After introducing herself, she asked the teacher in a trembling voice: "Teacher, does the school rule say that we are not allowed to dye or perm our hair?"
Her hair is permed into big waves.
"No." Still with that weird smile, the teacher answered her in a friendly manner: "We at Lanxi High School respect the individuality of our students."
Although that tone still made her back shiver, Liang Xue breathed a sigh of relief after getting the answer. She glanced and saw Yu Qirong sitting in the seat.
Not only her, but every transfer student who introduced themselves noticed it.
I was just frightened by the sudden accident, but after calming down a little after introducing myself, it was hard to ignore the only "person" in the class who didn't look abnormal.
Although this person's eyelashes and hair were snow-white, his pupils and lips were scarlet, and his skin was porcelain white, he exuded a kind of beauty that was clearly different from others.
——There is no other word to describe him except beautiful.
He is so handsome that all the beauties in the world would feel ashamed in front of him.
But in a place like this, the appearance of a white-haired beauty who clearly doesn't belong here seems even more inappropriate.
Soon, Lu Pingsha woke up from this morbid obsession, and instead looked at Yu Qirong with a vigilant look, even with a hint of murderous intent.
Yu Qirong accurately captured this murderous intent. His rosy lips were slightly pursed, his scarlet eyes narrowed impatiently, and he ground his teeth lightly.
This transfer student is quite aggressive.
Not long after class was over, Yu Qirong was blocked by four transfer students in a deserted corridor corner.
Yu Qirong touched his dragon hook jade, glanced at the four people opposite him, and asked, "What's the matter?"
"He seems to be a real human being, we can communicate, and he looks sick." Xu Yanan and Liang Xue hugged each other and whispered.
"It doesn't make sense for him to be here." Lu Pingsha rejected Xu Yanan's opinion. "Sometimes 'ghosts' can disguise themselves as humans, and he's obviously not an ordinary character. He might be the boss of this book. It's better to kill him first."
“…”
Yu Qirong tilted his head. It was said that this transfer student was very aggressive. The transfer students in the past probably also worried about him but just avoided him. But this time he was going to attack directly.
He twisted his wrist. The school rules did not prohibit fighting in the school. He had beaten up many dishonest people in the school. He was not afraid of anyone in this regard.
Lu Pingsha rushed over, and Xu Yanan was about to call for him to stop, but was surprised to find that this beauty, who looked as fragile as glass and would break at the slightest touch, could easily subdue the strong Lu Pingsha with just her right hand.
He was shorter than Lu Pingsha, but when Lu Pingsha looked at him, he inexplicably felt that he was at a disadvantage.
Yu Qirong exerted a little force on his hand, and Lu Pingsha's wrist cracked.
The blood instantly drained from Lu Pingsha's face, his skin trembled with pain, his eyes moved around restlessly, but he gritted his teeth and regained control of his wrist.
With a flash of cold light, a dagger suddenly appeared in Lu Pingsha's hand, and he turned his hand and slashed it towards Yu Qirong's arm.
Yu Qirong frowned, and before he could react, he took the knife. He let go of his hand in pain, staring at the dagger that appeared out of thin air in Lu Pingsha's hand.
Telekinesis?
The pain in his arm made Yu Qirong's mind more active. He lowered his arm, and scarlet blood flowed down the knife wound and dripped onto the ground.
He had long wanted to know where these so-called transfer students came from and where they went.
"Ding! The system has been activated."
A mechanical voice suddenly appeared in his mind, interrupting Yu Qirong's attempt to think. He raised his right hand thoughtfully. The white dragon hook jade on his wrist was stained with his blood and was emitting a faint white light.
"Dungeon: Lanxi Ghost School, mission progress 50%."
"Warning! High-risk NPC Yu Qirong detected nearby!"
The mechanical sound of the so-called system gave Yu Qirong a headache, but he seemed to have learned some useful information from the warning of the "system" -
NPC.
Yu Qirong relaxed his brows at the sight of these three letters, which he had only seen on his classmates' game consoles.
It turns out that he is the NPC of Lanxi Ghost School.
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