Chapter 552: Blue Whistle

Wu Xian dragged the corpse and knocked on the warehouse door.

A loud voice came from outside the door: “Next question.”

Before entering the warehouse, Guo Xiaodong had said that to prevent sports equipment from escaping, one had to answer a math problem to open the door.

Wu Xian felt no pressure at all.

During PE class, he had already seen Guo Xiaodong’s question-setting ability—it was at most addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division within one hundred; if Wu Xian hesitated even slightly, it counted as his loss.

“There are thirty-two humans and ghosts in the room. Each night, each ghost kills one person; when a person dies, they become a ghost. On the fourth night, all humans are dead. How many humans and ghosts were there originally?”

Wu Xian: “?”

Before Wu Xian could begin calculating, a pained voice came from above his head.

“I can’t solve this problem!”

Wu Xian froze, looked up sharply, and saw a green-faced face right above him—it was the dwarf trapped in the jar! The dwarf’s body had almost no weight, no smell, and no physical form; his body flickered in and out with emotional fluctuations.

After the warehouse lights turned on, the little ghosts who had ridden on the students’ necks had become visible; at that time, Wu Xian had already felt discomfort on his shoulders and neck.

But Wu Xian assumed the discomfort was merely post-traumatic residue from having those little ghosts ride on his neck, so he hadn’t paid much attention.

Now it seemed that since then, the dwarf had been riding on Wu Xian’s neck.

The dwarf kept muttering the problem, repeating “I can’t solve it,” his blood vessels bulging, his skull swelling larger and larger until he could no longer stay on Wu Xian’s body—he jumped off, ran straight to the jar, and leapt back into the formaldehyde, only then did his skull begin shrinking.

No wonder Guo Xiaodong required answering a math problem before leaving—it must have been to keep this thing in check!

Wu Xian shook his head and began calculating.

“There are thirty-two humans and ghosts in the room; each night, each ghost kills one person… No, this is awkward to calculate mentally. Better yet: there are me and ghosts totaling thirty-two; each night, I kill one ghost; when a ghost dies, it becomes me…”

After a moment of thought, Wu Xian gave his answer.

Guo Xiaodong opened the door; Wu Xian stepped out into the light and handed over the fake Guo Xiaodong’s leg.

“All equipment is back in place. This is the rat I caught!”

Guo Xiaodong shook his head: “Nonsense. This is clearly a human. I told you to catch a rat.”

“Oh.”

Wu Xian put his hand behind his back and pulled out a large rat.

“Then this one must be the rat!”

A smile curled across Guo Xiaodong’s grotesque face as he took the blue whistle from around his neck and hung it around Wu Xian’s.

“This is my gift to you. Wherever you are, if you blow this whistle, I will appear before you and help you with one small favor that doesn’t violate the training center’s rules…”

Wu Xian took the whistle, bowed to Guo Xiaodong, and hurried toward the classroom building.

Guo Xiaodong looked down at the fake Guo Xiaodong’s corpse, paused silently, then stepped on it; faint black energy surged from its body.

Moments later.

The fake Guo Xiaodong stood up, bewildered, and walked toward the distance.

…

The language teacher’s face was grim.

“You’re late. Deduct one red bar. You’ll stand on the desk as punishment during this class.”

Breathless, Wu Xian spread his hands helplessly and climbed onto a desk.

He had wasted too much time in the sports warehouse; the half-hour break wasn’t enough, so he couldn’t make it to language class on time.

Compared to skipping class entirely, Wu Xian felt being late was slightly less severe, so he gritted his teeth and returned to the classroom. Standing on the desk, he saw a completely different view.

Above the ceiling hung inverted desks and chairs; ghostly students emitting green luminescence sat upside-down on them, listening intently.

These ghostly students must be the so-called “Hungry Ghost Class”!

During the second language class, Wu Xian had seen them before—but looking up from below and standing on the desk were two entirely different experiences.

He was too close to these ghostly students; his head was pressed right against one ghost’s head, and through the sensation of hair, he could even feel the ghost’s skull was slightly pointed.

These ghosts could reach out and touch Wu Xian’s occiput, dig out his eyeballs, tear off his ears…

But aside from the psychological pressure of imagining such things, these Hungry Ghost Class students posed little real danger.

Wu Xian’s badge still had two red bars; as long as he didn’t deliberately disrupt class discipline, these Hungry Ghost Class spirits wouldn’t attack him.

Soon.

Wu Xian became absorbed in the lesson’s content.

The curse phrase he had previously mastered, though effective, was too long—uttering a lengthy sentence while cursing evil spirits seemed undignified.

He needed a shorter phrase to curse evil spirits.

There were a few Student Union members in class, but since Wu Xian arrived late, none of them had targeted him; he passed the class without incident.

A few members of the Student Union were in class, but since Wu Xian arrived late, none of them had noticed him, allowing him to get through the lesson without incident.

Afternoon.

Wu Xian opened his eyes in the bathroom stall, ending his meditation.

This secret base was excellent for meditation—not only did “yin energy” accumulate quickly, but “demonic intent” built up rapidly too.

The two uses of “Demon Rises a Foot” he had exhausted had been replenished; he could teleport again at any time.

There wasn’t much time left before etiquette class began.

Wu Xian needed to prepare.

After a moment’s thought, he pulled out two ghost talismans.

One was “Ghost—Worm Devouring Spell,” the other was “Ghost—Replication Technique.”

The “Ghost—Worm Devouring Spell” was relatively stable and perfect for ambushing Student Union members, but Wu Xian had only one use left, so he always hesitated to deploy it.

But now that he had the “Ghost—Replication Technique,” things were different.

Wu Xian flicked his finger; the “Ghost—Replication Technique” dissolved into green flame, and from the ashes emerged a brand-new “Ghost—Worm Devouring Spell.”

Now Wu Xian had three uses of the “Ghost—Worm Devouring Spell”!

Next, Wu Xian picked up the old “Ghost—Worm Devouring Spell,” activated it again, and ten spectral yellow spring lice crawled out of the green flame!

These tiny creatures obeyed Wu Xian’s will; as long as he didn’t stare at them too long and risk hallucinating ghosts, he actually liked these bizarre little creatures.

Wu Xian closed his eyes, rolled up his sleeves and pant legs, and the lice crawled inside, clinging to his clothes with their claws.

Their carapaces touched his skin—the sensation was revolting.

Using ghost talismans during etiquette class would be too obvious, so Wu Xian had hidden the lice in his clothes beforehand; during etiquette class, whenever he made physical contact with a Student Union member, he could make the lice crawl onto them! With these creatures on him, Wu Xian strangely felt like a malevolent Gu master from a tale.

Besides dealing with Student Union members, Wu Xian had another task during etiquette class…

That was to deliberately break the rules—to attempt a confrontation with the etiquette teacher…

That would be violating the rules deliberately! To engage in a... with the etiquette teacher.

(End of Chapter)