Beichuan Si led the two won to the end of the corridor.
All along the way, they could see a variety of corpses either lying in corners or sprawled in the middle of the path.
Counting the ones previously in the washroom and floating in the swimming pool, there must have been seven or eight bodies already. Including the unexplored second and third floors, this primary school area might be burying over a dozen victims. The missing cases that had been frequently reported on TV a while ago might also be related to this.
Four of the bodies were from one school, while the others looked like fashionable young college students from society.
Sakura Miori was restraining herself from looking at these terribly disfigured corpses, but Beichuan Si was different; he was scanning around, his eyes flickering.
He was actually quite interested in these corpses, but out of consideration for Sakura Miori and Takiyama Nanako, Beichuan Si did not go forward to tamper with the bodies.
Sakura Miori saw the glint in his eyes and couldn’t help but mutter from behind,
"...Why do I always feel that Brother Temple is more interested in these corpses than we are?"
"What did you say?" Beichuan Si suddenly turned his head.
Sakura Miori covered her mouth with her free hand and shook her head vigorously.
"Nothing."
Beichuan Si looked at her intently, "I heard it."
Er hem—
Sakura Miori forced a smile, not daring to et Beichuan Si’s gaze again.
Beichuan Si’s hearing was simply terrifying; he could hear even the slightest mutter!
Beichuan Si didn’t care about her small expressions but said while looking at the corpses,
"The identities of these people... there might still be suicide notes left, which might reveal so secrets of this elentary school. Because most people, when driven to desperation, are capable of doing anything."
Beichuan Si looked around at the shattered wooden bench pieces and sighed inwardly.
These people wanted to leave the school when they were dying, but the walls, already laden with resentful spirits, were simply not sothing that could be smashed open by humans.
But in the end, it was these people’s own fault for playing these supernatural and strange tale gas; the consequences naturally had to be borne by them.
Beside the wall, there were bloodstains that had turned black. Beichuan Si ignored them and quickly arrived at the East Gate with Sakura Miori and the others.
Sure enough, Beichuan Si had anticipated it.
There was indeed a passage that could lead directly outside to the courtyard of the annex building.
Only the gateway was tightly closed, as if it had fused with the ground and walls.
Another body was lying in the corner of the gateway.
With hands dangling lifelessly on the gate doors, it appeared as if they had desperately tried to escape from the school building.
Had this place also been covered by resentful spirits?
Beichuan Si flicked his wrist.
This ti, Sakura Miori finally saw what the silver light that often flickered in Beichuan Si’s hand was.
It was a dagger.
A dagger surrounded by a chilling black aura.
Only the tip of the dagger glimred; the rest was covered in dark bloodstains, making it seem dim.
Beichuan Si had figured it out.
Exorcising ordinary spirits was not enough to weaken Jian Ding’s curse; Jian Ding required the resentnt of dium-grade spirits.
This was a dagger with particular tastes.
After a period of accumulation, Beichuan Si had 12.5 skill points in hand again.
He planned to spend 10 skill points to level up the Spiritual Dagger Technique by one, and the remaining 2.5 points would be allocated as needed, in case of any ergencies where he might need to learn a skill but would be unable to due to a lack of skill points.
But those were concerns for later. The most urgent matter now was to go to the annex building—
Beichuan Si made a decisive move, plunging Jian Ding, glowing ominously, into the gateway door!
Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka Kaka—
A teeth-grinding friction sound followed, like nails scraping a chalkboard.
Under this imnse force, Jian Ding plunged deeper in!
Bang!!!
The sound of sothing shattering filled the air. When Beichuan Si looked again, the gate was no longer laden with resentful spirits.
"But we still need a key to get out through the gateway—" Sakura Miori, with her keen eyes, noticed the lock mounted on the gate door; she was going to continue speaking—
Then, she saw Beichuan Si raising the dagger in his hand and crisply slicing the lock in half.
She beca silent.
"Let’s go, from my arrival here to now, half an hour has already passed; I hope your good friend can still hold on."
"Pah pah pah! Jinx, jinx! Brother Temple! You can’t say things like that!"
Sakura Miori spat three tis, complaining.
She refused to believe her two companions would die here.
"Optimism is good, but blind optimism is not. You’re still alive mostly because I left Kelian on Hui Li."
Beichuan Si led the way ahead, walking and talking.
Sakura Miori was sowhat indignant, "And what about Nanako? Isn’t she all by herself and just fine?"
It was evident that Sakura Miori cared about her friend, but in such a mysterious and sinister spiritual realm, no one could guarantee that they would co out unscathed.
Beichuan Si tersely said, "The reason why Takiyama Nanako has been able to hold on for so long is that she has the protection of a cat spirit. If your other two friends also had the protection of a cat spirit, then you can consider that I said nothing."
"..."
Sakura Miori wanted to argue back but unexpectedly found herself without any excuse to refute.
Although she had only been here a short while, she knew all too well that it would be incredibly difficult for ordinary girls to survive in a place like this.
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