That night, Feng Xue sneaked out of the dormitory once again and arrived in front of the school building adorned with corpses and white bones. After a few days of student life, he had a faint hunch about certain issues here.
Regrettably, this wasn’t his original world; under lockdown in the school and without internet access, he couldn’t search the web of this world to see if around the year 2001, such a well-equipped high school had undergone any incidents.
Heading straight to the copy room, Feng Xue saw those stacks of test papers again. However, this ti he wasn’t there to print papers, but to mark them with sweat (aning to make marks).
One by one, the poisonous insect body seeds were attached to the test papers. Although marking so many papers would consu a considerable amount of inner strength, as a figure from the Martial Arts Legend with the "Full Blood Erhu Playing" trait, Feng Xue didn’t value his inner strength reserves that much. Even if he had only ten percent of his energy left, his Nine Death Undying Body, Six Complete Immortal Techniques, and the Mystical Lord Secret Scripture would provide enough replenishnt. If all else failed, he could always activate his Gundam.
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After marking all the test papers in the copy room, Feng Xue then made his way to the Senior Three faculty office.
That said, there were quite a few offices, and although the security doors were solid, to Feng Xue, a Martial Arts Grandmaster, even the most complicated locks were no more difficult than dealing with a few strands of hair.
However, as he opened the door to the office, Feng Xue frowned, perceiving a strong sense of distortion.
There were no piles of blood and flesh, nor layers of white bones, but the office seed to carry a natural distortion. How to put it—it was like the scene one would see after downing three kilos of vodka and spinning upside down three hundred tis.
An infinitely stretched desk, chairs that were too tall, and as for phantom objects...
Looking at the twisted room, Feng Xue eventually decided not to step inside. Instead, he simply scanned the room from a distance. Even so, he still caught sight of many "elents," along with a "normal" ballpoint pen lying on the desk that seed out of place in the twisted world.
Na: Phantom Object·Sharp Ballpoint Pen
Elents: [Stationery], [Danger], [Weapon], [Sharp], [Ballpoint Pen]
Introduction: A common ballpoint pen that can be found anywhere, but for so reason, the tip seems unusually sharp. Please be extrely careful when using it.
Note: Have you ever looked at a ballpoint pen and thought about poking it into soone’s eye?
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"I think I might have sort of understood what’s going on."
Silently closing the office door, Feng Xue headed straight to the second floor via the staircase. Compared to the negative pressure infused with various negative states on the first floor, the second floor, although still carrying fatigue, headache, eye soreness, and other negative states, was much lighter. Even Feng Xue, who had just co up from the first floor, almost didn’t feel them at all.
His eyes swept across the classrooms without discovering any traces of phantom objects, which he found sowhat surprising.
Moving with ease, he found the faculty office, unlocked the door, and this ti, the office inside seed much more normal. However, the mont Feng Xue stepped into the office, his entire body shrank several sizes.
"No, no, it’s not that I shrank, it’s the whole room that got bigger!"
Looking at the office desk that was now taller than himself, Feng Xue used his qinggong to leap onto the desk, and then, he saw another phantom object—
Na: Phantom Object·Sealing Table
Elents: [Sealing], [Storage], [Table], [Authority]
Introduction: An office desk belonging to so Year Two class advisor, filled with drawers packed with all sorts of small items confiscated from students, the majority of which seed destined never to be returned to their owners.
Note: Have you ever thought about sneaking into the teacher’s office to retrieve your lost treasures?
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"It seems my idea was correct," Feng Xue thought indifferently as he looked at the desk and shook his head slightly.
Just then, faint footsteps ca from the corridor. The sound was barely noticeable, but whether it was the office’s ability to amplify outside sounds or not, they were especially clear in Feng Xue’s ears.
Imdiately jumping down from the desk and taking a few steps to the door, Feng Xue closed the office door and entered a state of Breath Concealnt while he subtly lowered his presence. anwhile, the footsteps were drawing closer.
The light from a flashlight shone from the far side of the corridor, randomly sweeping past both sides of the corridor; a seemingly normal security guard calmly walked within this school building, which resembled the innards of an evil ghost, adding to the intense feeling of unreality.
"Is this security guard a part of the school building itself, or is this the kind of building where ’nothing seems amiss during working hours’? Students don’t notice anything during the day, and the security guard doesn’t sense anything at night?"
Feng Xue quickly considered several possibilities but didn’t intend to confront the security guard directly. Instead, he unfolded his movent technique and followed far behind.
Through the Golden Finger, Feng Xue confird that the other person did not carry any phantom objects. In such a situation, it was nearly impossible to detect Feng Xue’s tail.
Of course, if the school building itself was conscious, that’d be another story, but had it been, it would have revealed itself the night before, not waiting until today.
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At three o’clock in the morning, back in the dormitory, Feng Xue sighed helplessly. The security guard hadn’t inspected any hidden rooms or secret vaults as he had hoped, which left him slightly disappointed.
Regardless, his main goal for the day had been achieved. He took out a full set of equipnt including a copier, computer, and electronic door locks, and wearing Santa’s wrapping cloth, he copied another stack of test papers. After confirming they hadn’t turned into phantom objects, he officially ruled out the possibility that the creation of test papers had anything to do with ti.
"The conditions have almost co together; the next step is to wait for this weekend’s exams and then track the movent of the test papers," Feng Xue thought, tidying away the items that shouldn’t be in the dormitory and laying back down on the bed. There had been no sign of the Long-necked Ghost, but he didn’t miss it.
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Feng Xue had thought he understood eighty percent of the exploration of the Ghost School and just needed the final key node to break the whole operation chanism, but all this was shattered on Tuesday morning.
Because during morning reading ti, the horoom teacher brought a student into the classroom and interrupted the English teacher’s lesson, who was making use of the early morning, to say to the students:
"From today, we’ll have a new mber in our class. He had so matters to attend to, so he’s a bit late in joining us. I hope everyone will get along well."
Afterward, the teacher turned to the student who had co in with him and said:
"Introduce yourself."
At the teacher’s words, the student stepped forward and introduced himself with a shy smile to his classmates:
"Hello everyone, my na is Lin Shu..."
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