Chapter 524: Ghost Decapitation Regeneration Art

After the Student Council left.

Wu Xian wolfed down all the food.

He was the first to run toward the classroom building, arriving at yesterday’s restroom before class.

This restroom had overflowed yesterday due to being frozen by air conditioning; though cleaned today, its infamous reputation had spread—both natives and new arrivals believed it haunted, so no one dared use it.

This was exactly what Wu Xian wanted.

Because he needed a secluded place to perform Ghost Arts and obtain new Ghost Talismans.

To save time, Wu Xian used Ghost Arts twice at once! Whoosh! Two indistinct female spirits lay sprawled behind him.

Two different ghostly arms seized Wu Xian’s left and right hands, sketching in midair.

A colder chill radiated than yesterday; the sewage below instantly froze, white frost coated every tile, intricate ice flowers crawled across the windows, and the restroom’s light dimmed.

“Ha…”

Wu Xian exhaled a wisp of white breath; two black Ghost Talismans appeared in his hands. He flicked his wrist—emerald-green flames erupted, and the talismans burned away, transforming into Ghost Runes.

Ghost—Decapitation Regeneration Art: After activating the rune, one may decapitate and regenerate three times. Cut off one head, two grow back; cut off two heads, four grow back. The severed heads become Flying Heads, which can move for ten minutes.

Ghost—Dispersion Art: Summon ghosts to expand the range of the next rune. For runes with an effect radius under five meters, double the radius; for runes over five meters, add five meters to the radius.

The second rune will be set aside for now.

The Ghost—Decapitation Regeneration Art was truly fascinating. Wu Xian found it amusing to imagine his own heads flying everywhere—he even considered keeping a Flying Head as a collection item in the real world.

But to maximize this rune’s effect, Wu Xian needed a way to cleanly sever his own head.

Wu Xian tucked away both runes.

He pushed open the restroom door and stepped down the stairs.

Then…

He broke into a breakdance.

After stabilizing his stance, Wu Xian’s head was drenched in sweat.

Due to the Ghost Arts’ cold aura, the floor had frozen into a slick sheet—he nearly lost balance and cracked his skull against the step beneath the stall.

After leaving the restroom, Wu Xian turned back, muttering to himself, shaken.

“If I died like that, I’d die with my eyes wide open.”

…

Wu Xian’s first class today was still Language.

He’d arrived early to secure a good seat, but many others thought the same—by the time he entered, several front-row seats were already taken.

Yes.

The front row was the best seat today.

Those who sat in the back yesterday learned their lesson: the rear offered a wider view, revealing the ghostly classmates on the ceiling and how others died gruesomely—more distractions increased the chance of mistakes.

The front row showed only the teacher, making focus easier.

Wu Xian pondered briefly.

He sat in the third-to-last row, by the window.

For him, concentration wasn’t an issue—he wanted a seat offering the most intelligence.

The Language class had the same students as yesterday. Wu Xian greeted acquaintances: Liu Shuli sat against the wall in the third row; Xu Shen claimed the best seat, front-center; Jiang Dong sat directly in front of Wu Xian.

The daily three-class schedule rotated, but the students remained unchanged—many had died in yesterday’s lessons, so today’s seating wouldn’t be as tense.

More than the class threat,

Wu Xian cared about what happened in the cafeteria. According to current intelligence, those who died without being expelled turned into black liquid; when trash bins filled, they emerged as black monsters to attack, their skins taken over by unknown forces to join the Student Council.

This morning, the Student Council president announced publicly that the council was recruiting new members, hoping for more students to join.

In other words…

The Student Council president wanted more people to die!

So how would he make more people die?

Wu Xian felt he’d already found the answer.

The classroom door opened.

Five seemingly normal students entered.

They chatted and laughed as they took empty seats, mostly in the back, filling every spot. One overweight, acne-scarred man stared at Wu Xian’s face for a moment, then sat directly behind him.

The classroom erupted in murmurs.

Everyone recognized them—they were yesterday’s dead, now returned as Student Council members! Xu Shen felt a needle prick his spine.

No one knew what these Student Council members would do!

Others could gather some intel, but he sat in the front row—no matter what happened, he could only endure silently, for all seats were now occupied, and switching was impossible.

Wu Xian’s expression darkened.

Clearly, the Student Council’s “recruitment” method was to disrupt natives during class, forcing more to break rules and die.

Worse—the fat man behind him was staring at him wrong; he’d likely strike first.

To be safe,

Wu Xian unzipped his tracksuit and gripped the Blood Needle Silk.

Ding ding ding…

The class bell rang.

The Language teacher entered, arms full of thick books, face stern. His routine was unchanged from yesterday: he turned his back, grew a chalk from his finger, and wrote the same sentence on the board.

During this time,

Even if rules were broken, the teacher couldn’t see.

The five Student Council members began their premeditated actions.

The tall, freckled woman in the back pulled a slingshot from her uniform, drew it back, and fired forward.

The marble struck a male student’s occiput—he yelped instinctively. The teacher spun around, hurled a chalk fragment, deducted one red bar, and ordered him to stand on his desk.

This spectacle horrified every student.

The next marble hit Xu Shen’s ear, drawing blood—he didn’t move.

Another male member, long-haired and lecherous, reached sideways, dislocating his arm to stretch it, placing his hand on a girl’s shoulder.

The girl teared up but dared not resist.

The female member in the middle suddenly turned, twisted her face into a grotesque grimace—muscles stretched to breaking point—making the boy behind her clamp his mouth shut in shock…

In an instant,

The back of the classroom descended into chaos.

The fat man behind Wu Xian moved too—he grinned, reached out, and grabbed Wu Xian’s curly hair, planning to slowly strip it all off, destroy those curls! But before he could act—

Wu Xian spun around and punched the fat man square in the face, his fist sinking deep into the man’s fatty flesh…

(End of Chapter)