Liao Yuewei stepped forward, pried Zhang Bao's large hand away, and scolded softly, "What are you doing?"
Zhang Bao's heart wasn't with Liao Yuewei at all. He wiped away his tears again without a care and looked at Cheng Shuang, explaining earnestly and urgently, "Little friend, believe me, I will remember your life-saving grace for the rest of my life. I need yellow paper and red pen now, really, I don't know how to explain it so you can understand!" He gave a bitter smile. Children this age probably don't even know that there is such a thing as a Taoist priest.
Although he only inherited a small part of the fur, it was this small part that allowed him to escape the massacre at the girls' school in this monster world.
"have!"
Cheng Shuang didn't really know, but the little girl wasn't stingy with this small favor. As she spoke, she took out paper and pen, "The yellow paper is for labor class, and can the pen be colored pencils?"
"Okay! Okay!"
As he spoke, pen and paper appeared.
Zhang Bao wiped his face with his sleeve, ignoring the wound on his face. He bit his fingertip, and with each stroke he wrote, he dabbed at the blood. He wrote ten pages in one go, muttering something under his breath. His face, which had just regained its color, turned pale again.
He handed over ten talismans with intricate patterns, glanced at Liao Yuewei, who immediately looked away knowingly. Zhang Bao then openly and quietly instructed Cheng Shuang, "Five to suppress ghosts, five to deliver them from suffering. Suppressing ghosts, as the name suggests, is to subdue ghosts; the more powerful the ghost, the easier it is to fail. Delivering them from suffering is to eliminate the ghost's resentment; the greater the resentment, the easier it is to fail. As soon as you see the talismans burning, run as fast as you can. I can't guarantee that every one of these talismans will work; the success rate is only 30%."
He said with shame, "I am ashamed, Uncle is not skilled enough!" He was truly regretful. If he had known he would encounter such a situation, he would have worked hard to learn the talisman formations passed down from his ancestors in his early years.
Cheng Shuang took the two talismans with both hands, curiously examining the intricate runes on them. She didn't ask, which would be impolite, whether they were real or fake. Following Zhang Bao's classification, she obediently put away the two sets of talismans. "Uncle, can I learn to draw these? According to the style you drew?"
Zhang Bao was taken aback, then without hesitation, he quickly wrote a message on a piece of paper and handed it to Cheng Shuang, “Give it a try! The paper doesn’t matter, but it’s best to use a brush with cinnabar ink. Follow the steps and incantations I’ve written down. If an ordinary person has talent, they should have a 10-20% chance of success.”
Before the little girl could thank her, Liao Yuewei's expression changed slightly. She looked at the two doors that were slowly closing and emitting a faint light, grabbed her, and ran towards the gate of Zone 1. "Come quick, the door is about to close."
Zhang Bao was startled. His mind didn't process what he was seeing, but his body instinctively took off running. He had wanted to ask about the rules of this ghostly world, but there was clearly no time. Fortunately, the little girl hadn't taken the paper and pen, so he still had a chance to draw two talismans to save his life.
The three of them barely had time to catch their breath before stepping inside. They heard the two lacquered wooden doors bang, and then their vision went dark and then bright again, transforming into a completely new world.
As someone suddenly appeared, the motion-sensor lights turned on, their dim yellow bulbs illuminating the enclosed space.
Is this... a school warehouse?
Discarded desks and chairs were piled up haphazardly in one corner, while set squares, bookshelves, and other miscellaneous items were scattered throughout the warehouse, some upside down and some standing upright.
Fortunately, there was still room to put your feet down.
Cheng Shuang looked around and sighed helplessly; she was alone again.
The little girl took out the teddy bear and was about to find the exit when she kicked something soft and heard a low whimper.
Looking down, I came face to face with a pair of dark circles under my eyes, stained with tears.
The young man's punk-style clothes were already tattered, and his once energetic perm was now stuck to his scalp in strands, indistinguishable between water and sweat. He closed his eyes tightly, occasionally shedding tears and twitching, as if he was trapped in a nightmare from which he could not extricate himself.
Huh? It's actually... Ah... the indigenous livestreamer uncle.
The little girl had already forgotten what the local man's name was.
Ah Tai: ...I'm about to die, I don't even deserve a name, so sad.jpg
Seeing that he was not in any danger, Cheng Shuang stopped bothering him. Sometimes, being asleep was much happier than being awake.
The little girl looked around at her surroundings and seriously doubted whether she had returned to an all-girls school.
wrong!
She remembered the beautiful woman's warning as she entered: 'The Gate of Reincarnation is nearby!'
Based on the experience of the previous round, the Gate of Reincarnation will not simply exist in the original place to facilitate the maintainer's escape, although this is not absolute.
The little girl resumed her old ways, picking up the scattered papers and books on the ground one by one.
I finally found a few discarded lesson plans. Although most of the pages were damp, yellowed, and stuck together, the words written on the cover were clearly visible: Course schedule for the second semester of the third grade in 1973.
The corner of the lesson plan was printed with "XXX Private Middle School".
The three characters "XXX" were submerged in water and were no longer legible.
Cheng Shuang put down her lesson plan and prepared to walk around several tall boxes and cabinets to find where the warehouse door was. Suddenly, a scream rang out, and a figure jumped up, letting out a desperate cry of panic.
Completely ignoring his surroundings, his keen eyes spotted the only two living beings in the entire space. Without even realizing it was a child, he lunged at them, crying and pleading for help, "Ghosts! Ghosts! So many female student ghosts! They're so scary, so scary! They're clinging to me and making me study. If I don't meet the standards, they'll eat me! They're forcing me to eat those... ugh... Help me! There are ghosts!"
He shouted the last six words until his voice cracked.
Cheng Shuang couldn't dodge in time and was shaken until she was dizzy. The other person's large hands were like iron claws, gripping her arms tightly, as if they wanted to grow them together. No matter how hard she tried to pry them off, she couldn't.
The little girl stared blankly into the void, trying her best to ignore the adult who was crying and snotting his shoulder. Seeing that he was holding her like a lifeline and crying so hard that his whole body was convulsing, the little girl kindly patted his back.
Atai felt the damp, cool temperature on his back and suddenly shuddered. He slowly let go of her hand and looked at Cheng Shuang's dark circles, which widened and widened. Deep fear was revealed in her cloudy, red eyes, and she was so afraid that her teeth started to chatter.
The involuntary grinding of her teeth added an invisible pressure to the little girl in the quiet space. Finally, she suddenly turned around and looked behind her.
There was nothing there!
But then, he was violently pushed backward, and fell to the ground, spinning around.
Cheng Shuang braced herself with her arm to avoid head injury. Immediately, a sharp pain shot through her arm. She got up and looked at it. Her entire forearm and palm had been rubbed raw, with some blood seeping from the exposed flesh. There were also dust and sand particles stuck to the flesh.
The little girl watched expressionlessly as Ah Tai ran around the warehouse yelling and screaming, making the already messy place even more chaotic. She tirelessly took out bottled water and painfully cleaned the wound, then took a small bottle of iodine and sprayed it extensively on the wound.
After cleaning up her wounds, she secretly observed her still lively and energetic grandpa, wondering why he hadn't violated any rules or caused any danger to his life despite all his antics.
Perhaps it's a privilege of the indigenous people?
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