Chapter 513: Do Not Listen, Do Not Look, Do Not Speak, Do Not Move

The classroom door opened spontaneously.

A bone-chilling cold surged in, making everyone except Wu Xian shiver, yet nothing was outside the door.

An indigenous student trembled and asked.

“Y-you said the teaching assistant? Where is he?”

The etiquette teacher laughed: “They’ve already arrived—they’re standing right in front of you. Listen, they’re trying to speak to you now!”

These words sent chills through the students.

The teaching assistants had already entered, yet they couldn’t be seen—what exactly were these assistants? Wu Xian raised an eyebrow.

He faintly heard strange sounds.

“Help me!”

“Can you open the window for me?”

“Kill this woman!”

“Can they see us? Can they hear us?”

“I want to eat his liver!”

The voices began faint, then grew louder, more explicit, filled with unmasked malice—ethereal, trembling tones that could not possibly come from any human.

Wu Xian even felt his ears itching.

As if someone were crouched beside his ear, whispering secrets to him! These voices.

They filled many students with dread.

The indigenous students glanced wildly around, but found no source for the sounds.

Suddenly.

A female indigenous student, her expression blank, walked to the window and yanked it open.

The etiquette teacher’s tone turned sinister.

“In Taoyuan City, sometimes you’ll hear strange voices—voices that may threaten you or demand you do things. But these voices are ‘improper.’ When faced with them, you must practice: do not listen to the improper.”

“If you cannot…”

Click! The woman at the window scrambled onto the sill, her face resolute, and leapt down.

In the instant she jumped, her eyes widened, her consciousness returned to her body, and she let out a piercing scream—but it could not stop her from slamming onto the concrete below.

The etiquette teacher pointed at the window.

“If you cannot practice ‘do not listen to the improper,’ this may be your fate.”

She calmly pulled out a small notebook and made a note.

“Lin Jiao, left early—deduct one bar, suspended for one hour as punishment.”

From the ceiling’s wind chime, two metal wires sprouted, protruded through the window, wrapped around Lin Jiao’s ankles, and dragged her upside-down back into the classroom.

The building’s floor wasn’t high.

So when Lin Jiao jumped, she didn’t die immediately—only suffered multiple fractures and large areas of torn flesh.

The metal wires hung her like a wind chime from the ceiling, letting her blood drip slowly, drop by drop.

Wu Xian noticed.

Lin Jiao’s badge still had one bar remaining, and her injuries were slowly healing—so after one hour, when she was lowered, her wounds should be nearly gone.

It seemed then.

In this classroom, as long as your badge still had a red bar, you still had one life.

…

After Lin Jiao jumped.

Everyone felt the room grow colder.

Wu Xian rubbed his eyes and found his double-vision worsening—everything blurred as if he were severely nearsighted. But beyond that, Wu Xian could now see things he hadn’t seen before.

For example…

A hollow nasal cavity, still clinging to bits of flesh! A bald man with no nose stood directly before Wu Xian, sniffing his scent through the exposed cavity, their faces nearly touching! And it wasn’t just this man.

Three other eerie figures had appeared out of thin air inside the classroom.

One was a blind man in a white half-sleeve shirt, drenched in blood, holding a butcher’s knife, wandering aimlessly through the room, occasionally swinging his blade at empty air.

Another woman crawled on the floor, her long hair covering her face; she paused occasionally, as if gnawing on something—when looked at closely, the woman had no chin!

A third was a pale boy missing half his body, swinging nimbly through the room, his exposed spine swaying visibly before everyone.

The appearance of these four entities.

Threw the classroom into chaos again.

Some students closed their eyes and dared not look; others frantically yanked open the door to flee—only to be marked as early departure by the etiquette teacher and dragged back upside-down by metal wires.

The students’ panic only excited the four teaching assistants.

The bald man without a nose suddenly turned away from Wu Xian and lunged toward the group of students—causing them to scatter in terror.

In their scrambling, someone inevitably brushed against the wind chime.

As the chime rang, fear surged through everyone’s hearts—even Wu Xian felt his pulse quicken, as if these four assistants were the most terrifying things he’d ever seen.

Amid the chaos.

The etiquette teacher continued her lecture calmly.

“Staring at the missing parts of the teaching assistants is extremely impolite—it hurts them. Not staring at them is: do not look at the improper.”

“When the assistants approach you, your avoidance reveals your disgust and fear—this is deeply impolite. So when you see them coming, do not make sudden movements: this is: do not act improperly.”

“Communicating with the assistants is improper—your words may offend them. Do not be clever and try to speak to them: this is: do not speak improperly.”

The etiquette teacher’s words gradually calmed the students.

They stood still, sweat pouring down, ignoring everything they heard and saw. Unable to draw any reaction from the students, the assistants’ movements grew less aggressive, and they merely wandered aimlessly through the room.

Seeing the classroom finally quiet.

The etiquette teacher languidly brushed her hair aside.

“That concludes my etiquette lesson. If you can follow these four rules, you’ve passed. But merely knowing the phrases isn’t enough—you must continue practicing.”

“In the time ahead, you will share this room with the four assistants and practice proper conduct in human interaction.”

This sent a jolt through every student.

The lesson had only been half an hour—did that mean the remaining hour and a half would be spent enduring these four terrifying assistants? Who knew what other strange things they might do.

Suddenly.

The etiquette teacher fixed her gaze on Ma San and pointed at him.

“You disrespected me!”

Ma San frowned: “Teacher, I didn’t do anything!”

But the etiquette teacher ignored his protest—two metal wires latched onto Ma San’s ankles and hanged him upside-down from the ceiling, joining the wind chimes.

“You also disrespected me!”

The next to be hanged was Kang Tiantian. As soon as she was suspended, she suddenly smelled a foul stench—so overpowering she vomited.

Afterwards,

Several more students were hanged from the ceiling by the etiquette teacher, accused of disrespecting their teacher.

Everyone was terrified, fearing they too might lose their precious red bars for some inexplicable reason.

(End of Chapter)