Chapter 551: Six Paths of Reincarnation

Boom!

Wu Xian rolled off the fake Guo Xiaodong’s body.

From within the fake Guo Xiaodong’s body came a sound like popcorn bursting in a machine.

His body swelled like a ball, then shrank back; flames of emerald-green erupted from his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, and the crown of his skull, casting the entire warehouse in a chilling, ghostly glow.

Moments later, the flames died out. The tall body of the fake Guo Xiaodong collapsed to the ground—its exterior intact, but inside, every organ had been burned to charred flesh, steaming with white smoke and the stench of roasting meat.

Wu Xian rummaged through the corpse for a moment, then pulled out one spirit incense from each eye socket.

Only two spirit incenses—this meant the fake Guo Xiaodong’s power was far weaker than the one he’d encountered the day before; he was merely troublesome for his silent, invisible leaps.

If he’d kept hiding and playing cat-and-mouse, Wu Xian truly had no way to catch him.

But he had to jump out and play chase—then he posed no real threat, for no matter how fast he moved, Wu Xian could always catch him with his Demon’s Inch Instant Movement!

Wu Xian’s only concern was how to kill him without damaging the warehouse.

So while negotiating with the fake Guo Xiaodong, Wu Xian reached behind his back, took the Ghost-True Fire Spell from his deck of cards, and imprinted it onto the bayonet.

When Wu Xian drove the bayonet into the fake Guo Xiaodong’s body, the Ghost-True Fire Spell would activate from within, minimizing damage to the warehouse.

Click! The warehouse lights flickered on, flooding the space with brightness; Wu Xian blew out the candle in his hand.

Clap, clap—clap, clap! Wu Xian turned toward the wall of flesh and blood and saw the corpses stiffly clapping, as if applauding his slaying of the fake Guo Xiaodong. Not just the corpses—the entire warehouse seemed to come alive.

Though only Wu Xian stood there, he felt suffocatingly crowded; faintly, hundreds of indistinct shadows darted and frolicked through the warehouse.

One shadow even bumped into Wu Xian, sending a chill down his spine—exactly like the feeling of being ridden on the neck by a ghost during PE class! These indistinct shadows must be the same ghosts from PE class.

“Did my fight just awaken them?”

“No… perhaps the warehouse has always been this lively—only the fake Guo Xiaodong’s presence forced all the equipment to fall silent.”

The eerie sensations surrounding him made Wu Xian want to leave at once. He grabbed one leg of the fake Guo Xiaodong’s corpse and dragged it toward the warehouse door—just as he reached to knock, he stopped, frowning in thought.

“Wait.”

“If I just walk out now, what else have I gained from the sports warehouse besides the spirit incenses?”

“The PE teacher’s reward?”

“No—would the Student Union really create a special rule just for such a trivial reward?”

“To me, the Student Union’s goal is to keep people out of the sports warehouse—meaning something dangerous lies inside, something they don’t want anyone to find—and I haven’t found it yet!”

“But time… forget it!”

Wu Xian gritted his teeth and began searching the sports warehouse.

He examined every shelf, and finally found a stack of student rosters on one of them.

There were over a hundred rosters—meaning the training center had hosted tens of thousands of students. Wu Xian picked up the top one and opened it.

This roster contained over five hundred photos, each with a name beneath—newly arrived migrants and native residents alike. The extra names were those originally assigned to the Animal Class; nothing strange stood out yet.

Then Wu Xian pulled out the bottommost roster.

This one was ancient, its cover marked with the number one—this must be the roster of the training center’s first cohort. It held fewer than a hundred names, each followed by a notation: “Graduated” or “Dismissed.”

Wu Xian flipped through the rosters one by one, until he reached the thirty-sixth—and found something different!

In this roster, students were divided into six classes: “Heavenly Class,” “Asura Class,” “Human Class,” “Hungry Ghost Class,” “Hell Class,” and “Animal Class!” And names frequently reappeared across different classes.

Students in the Heavenly Class all had color photos, each marked “Graduated,” but every one wore an iron collar, and their foreheads bore carved, evil incantations.

Students in the Asura Class all had black-and-white photos, each wearing the Student Union armband; their notations read either “Left School” or “Remained.”

Students in the Human Class mostly had black-and-white photos, marked “Transferred”; only a few had color photos, marked “Expelled.”

Students in the Hungry Ghost Class all had black-and-white photos—but the photos showed nothing at all; their notations read either “Left School” or “Transferred.”

One by one, no mistakes!

Students in the Hell Class all had black-and-white photos, their faces entirely blackened; through the dark fluid oozing over their features, one could glimpse expressions of unbearable agony.

Students in the Animal Class were almost all black-and-white photos, with no human faces—only animal heads; their notation read “Slaughtered.” Only a few were color photos, marked “Transferred.”

Wu Xian licked his lips and stood still, absorbing the information.

“Heh—quite a bit to unpack.”

“Heavenly Class: graduates. Asura Class: Student Union. Human Class: us. Hungry Ghost Class: invisible students. Hell Class: the black monsters. Animal Class: the animals outside!”

“Students can transfer between classes. Human Class students can advance to the graduation class through the Grand Exam. Human Class students who join the Student Union transfer to the Asura Class…”

“The black-and-white photos represent the student’s state upon leaving the training center: black-and-white means death; color means survival!”

“Of the six classes, only Heavenly Class, Human Class, and Animal Class offer a chance of survival. The color photos in Animal Class are marked ‘Transferred,’ so the only paths to survival are Heavenly Class and Human Class!”

“Heavenly Class offers survival—but judging by those collars and carved curses, they’ve become playthings of demons!”

“In other words, the only way a normal person can survive the training center…”

“Is to be expelled—and sign the expulsion papers in the Principal’s Office!”

“And as newly arrived migrants, we must ascend to the Heavenly Class—so that so-called graduation ceremony is just the ritual to put the collar on us and carve the curses into our foreheads!”

Wu Xian set down the roster, his eyes gleaming.

With these rosters, his understanding of the training center had deepened—and now he finally knew how to handle the new arrivals! (End of chapter)