On the first floor, Wendy felt a cold wind blow past her from behind, causing her cloak to flutter. Wendy frowned, and a terminal appeared in her hand. Although she didn't know what was in this experimental building, it was always better to be careful.
Only one classroom door on the first floor of the laboratory building was open, marked "Biology Laboratory." Next to the biology laboratory was the specimen room, which was still pitch black. Wendy's eyes lit up slightly. Although her divine power was suppressed, she could still grit her teeth and do something to make herself see more clearly.
On the podium was another bloody corpse, dissected into several pieces with a scalpel, its features unrecognizable, though its build suggested it was an adult.
The specimens in the specimen room were also scattered in disarray. Many animal specimens were missing, as were human specimens. Wendy stared at the empty bottle containing formalin, seemingly lost in thought. In the biology lab, someone was performing an autopsy at night. The subject of the autopsy was unknown, but was it an adult?
Wendy then found a drawing next to the body, a paper drawing, with the same content as the drawing in the bathroom.
"It's this pattern again." Wendy picked up the piece of paper, examined it carefully, but couldn't figure out what kind of pattern it was. After looking around the lab again to make sure she hadn't missed any information, Wendy left the lab and headed to the second floor.
"Creak, creak." The laboratory was rather dilapidated; the wooden stairs creaked and groaned whenever someone stepped on them, making it seem as if they might collapse at any moment. Fortunately, Wendy was lightweight and a wind sprite, so she wasn't seriously injured.
The second floor houses a library and classrooms for other subjects. Wendy walked into the library, clutching the piece of paper tightly in her hand, as if afraid it would fly away at any moment.
After searching for a long time, Wendy finally found an inconspicuous ancient secret manual in a corner, which contained the pattern on the piece of paper in Wendy's hand.
"A pattern related to time, used at night, and will retain its original appearance during the day after use, and will return to its original state at night."
"In other words, it records the current state after use at night, and how you use it during the day will not affect the nighttime state, since it will return to its original state at night anyway?"
"Similar to a sleight of hand?"
"That's the gist of it."
"I wouldn't feel anything wrong using it during the day, but if I knew what happened here at night, and then used it during the day... just thinking about it is terrifying!"
"Wow, I'm so scared I'm afraid to go to the bathroom!"
So, why did Nari choose to do these things at night? Another question exploded in Wendy's mind: what was Nari's purpose in doing all this?
There was also a borrowing list in the library. Wendy looked through them one by one. Nari's name only appeared a few times, and he always borrowed the same book.
"A Record of Gods and Demons?" Wendy looked at the title. Was it really not some kind of melodramatic novel?
The "Records of Gods and Demons" wasn't hard to find; Wendy found it easily. Upon opening it, he saw that it contained the names, appearances, and moves of gods, demons, and monsters from ancient times. It looked just like the books sold at small bookstores outside. But why was it included here?
This is illogical.
Oh, national destiny doesn't follow any constant rules, then it's alright.
In the book "The Tale of Gods and Demons", Wendy discovered a page that had been read many times, causing the edges of the paper to curl up significantly. That page described a demon king who reveled in killing, who was born with a love for slaughter and had set a record for massacring an entire city, which he was proud of and boasted about everywhere.
Finally, the proud demon king was killed by the Taoist priest. On his deathbed, the Taoist priest cursed the demon king, saying he would never be able to be exorcised. The Taoist priest himself also perished in the battle with the demon king.
That demon king's name is Arimi!
The final battle between the Taoist priest and the Demon King took place in that village!
Before the Taoist priest arrived, Amiri cast a curse, decreeing that if any villager could not leave the village before the age of 12, they would have to sacrifice their souls to Amiri; otherwise, after death, their souls would forever become Amiri's servants, unable to be reborn for all eternity!
After Amiri's death, the curse was only weakened, not eliminated. That's why Granny Wen said Amiri was protecting those who left the village, preventing them from returning. After all, if they returned, the curse would re-enter their bodies.
In the village lived a family descended from Taoist priests who had guarded Amiri's seal for generations, because a wisp of his soul still lingered in the world. However, when the Taoist priests died, the wisp of his soul broke the seal and possessed Nari.
So, the adult on the platform is a descendant of the Taoist priest?
So why won't they let us see that letter?
Once one question is resolved, another will arise.
Leaving the library, Wendy headed to the third floor and suddenly heard hushed conversations coming from upstairs.
Wendy stopped in her tracks, held her breath, and listened intently.
"Lord Amiri, you don't need to kill so many people for your experiments."
"It's just a human life; this entire school is my testing ground."
"Although the Taoist tradition has declined, its foundation remains. Therefore, Lord Amiri, regarding your plan..."
"Shut up!"
"yes."
The conversation ended there, and Wendy felt a chill on her neck. When she opened her eyes again, she was back in the mist-shrouded place. The lights were on, and Wendy's questions were nagging at her like a cat scratching at an itch, so she went down without hesitation.
This time, what lay ahead was no longer a normal building, but a prison, a very long prison, containing all sorts of souls, men, women, the old, the young, and even infants. But without exception, they all lacked independent consciousness, instead showing great interest in possession. Flesh-and-blood tentacles stretched out from the walls, seemingly about to engulf Wendy at any moment.
My sanity level is dropping like crazy!
"Holy crap, that's terrifying!"
"Holy crap, that's terrifying!"
"Tentacles, souls! What else can I see? Hahahaha, waaaaaah!"
"It looks even more dangerous up ahead. Are we about to face the BOSS head-on?"
Go Wendy, my wife!
That's my wife!
Wendy took a deep breath and walked forward. As soon as she took a step, she felt something soft under her feet. When she looked down, she saw that she had left a circle of footprints on the floor, but they quickly disappeared.
Is the ground made of flesh and blood?
This feeling made Wendy feel nauseous, and she quickened her pace until she reached the end, where a person was sitting upright!
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