Looking at the tall, thin man half-blocking the cafeteria door, Teacher Xu could only compromise. Her face seed to grow even paler, almost completely bloodless.
"Ladies first—" Teacher Tang extended his hand, making a 'please' gesture.
The woman with the cold, pale expression didn't grant him a single glance, walking past him with a tense face.
In the empty, silent orphanage, occasional strange, faint sounds ca from the corners.
When the wind blew through those bizarrely shaped giant trees, the resulting sound resembled the wailing of countless ghosts, eerie and terrifying enough to make one's heart pound with fear.
In the depths of the darkness, it seed like pairs of extrely small red eyes were staring at passing beings, occasionally trembling lightly and moving to another side.
In this deathly still and dim environnt, even footsteps seed to be swallowed up.
The only sound ca from the Writer's wooden cane tapping rhythmically, neither too light nor too heavy, against the floor—the sole crisp sound echoing in one's ears.
"Tap, tap—"
After many twists and turns, they arrived before another building. This structure seed sowhat more exquisite than the others.
At the very top of the roof stood a broken cross, and the blood-red paint coating the exterior walls seed to emit a faint, fishy stench, extrely crimson.
Teacher Xu knocked on the door and waited about ten seconds.
"Creak—"
The door opened, revealing only an extrely narrow gap just wide enough for one person to pass through. No light shone from inside. Teacher Xu entered first.
A strange ripple surged forth, like waves on water's surface. The woman's figure rged into it, as if swallowed by darkness, silent and soundless, as though she had entered another space.
Just as the Writer was about to move as well, a leg suddenly blocked his path, filled with clear provocation.
The Writer paused slightly, raising his eyes to look at him, seemingly indulging the other's rudeness. "Then you go first, Teacher Tang?"
The tall, thin man's gaze was gloomy and venomous, like a quenched blade. "You're not another one here to get a share of the spoils, are you? Looking at your outfit, could it all be fake? And you still co to dabble in this stuff?"
The Writer looked at him, his gaze as calm as an ancient well. "I only ca here to teach those children. I have no intention of doing anything else. You've misunderstood, Teacher Tang."
"Heh—" The tall, thin man let out a disdainful sneer, saying sarcastically, "Who here is truly clean? But you speak so righteously, still pretending?"
"If Teacher Tang isn't going, could you please step aside?" The Writer remained his good-tempered self, not bothering to argue excessively with him.
"Fine, of course, hehe..."
Teacher Tang's sowhat strange laughter felt like a cold wind.
It sent chills down one's spine, leaving one wondering what wicked sches he was plotting inside. "But you should know, as a newcor, shouldn't you show so respect to your seniors?"
As his words fell, the imposing aura belonging to a B-grade ghost creature surged toward the Writer standing there like a tidal wave.
The nauseating, foul stench of blood was so thick it made one sick. The surrounding scenery seed to distort, with faint, countless wails rising and falling intermittently.
The tall, thin man's body slightly bulged with bizarrely shaped tumors. All the skin exposed outside had festered, emitting the stench of rotting flesh. His face was crisscrossed with ugly scars.
If it were a lower-grade ghost creature or a human, they would likely have long been dominated by deep terror, unable to look directly at the horrifying, bizarre scene before them.
But the Writer seed completely unaffected by that terrifying aura.
He also didn't care about the existence before him that had turned fearso and ugly, rely repeating, "If there's nothing else, I'll go in now, Teacher Tang."
The Writer slightly lifted the hem of his long gown, stepping past the ugly monster that barely resembled a human form. His wooden cane pressed against the door panel as he prepared to slowly push the door open.
Such an overly calm reaction sowhat surprised the humanoid monster. His swollen eyes, growing on the squirming tumors, shifted slightly, revealing so ordinary caution and astonishnt.
This was a situation he had never encountered before.
Having failed to intimidate, the humanoid ghost creature now felt hesitant, afraid of causing unintended consequences. Yet unwilling to let the Writer leave just like that, he could only curse fiercely in his hoarse, unpleasant voice,
"That bitch Xu Bixia really knows how to pretend too. Seeing soone like you, she wants to protect you? A bunch of trash who only know how to put on airs and judge by appearances, what do they know..."
This ti, his words no longer left people unmoved.
The Writer's tall figure, with its back to him, paused slightly. The gentleman's cane that had been pressed against the door panel was gently withdrawn. His slender, well-defined fingers tightly gripped the cane.
He slowly turned to look at the tall, thin man behind him. The wooden cane in his hand struck heavily against the ground, like a great bell suddenly ringing in the tall, thin man's heart.
The black-haired young man in the dark long gown turned cold. The originally gentle smile on his face completely vanished, replaced by frost in the harsh winter. His icy voice echoed in the ears, like a deity delivering judgnt.
"Those who engage in gossip and slander are not gentlen, but petty people—"
"Unforgivable—"
The imposing pressure belonging to the [S] rank instantly erupted completely.
Even though currently suppressed, this was already pressure of a completely different magnitude, sothing a re B-grade ghost creature could not withstand.
An endless abyss seed to drag the humanoid ghost creature into it instantly, accompanied by extrely shrill screams.
Faint, harsh tallic sounds of weapons clashing could be heard. Infinite crimson, murderous aura targeted only one ghost creature, bringing wave after wave of suffocating pressure.
An enormous, blurry figure looked down upon it from above.
Behind that deity-like figure, a falling dark star seed to flash past, flowing with endless crimson blood like a waterfall, pouring down from the horizon like massive waves.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Catching sight of that dark star, the B-grade ghost creature reacted as if it had directly gazed upon an indescribable existence. Even its soul trembled with insane fear, reaching extre frenzy. It imdiately prostrated itself heavily, not daring to look again.
[Ding—
Current Fantasy Rank: [Fallen Literary Star] (Current Status: Unsealed, unsealing progress at 3%—)
[Lonely Creation of Ghosts and Gods buff is activating—]
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