Chapter 16: Truly Damn!

Wu Wang, who was completely unaware that the four players outside had already fallen into chaos, each worrying for themselves, now felt slightly at a loss.

"1001, 1002, 1003..."

Using the timing method commonly employed in medicine, Wu Wang estimated he had been wandering in the small dark room for about fifty minutes.

He had not found any ghosts.

He had searched every corner of the room and still found no trace of those three guys from earlier.

The strangest thing was that this small dark room was truly completely empty; there was nothing inside it at all.

But that shouldn't be right!

He had just seen those two cleaners throw Liu Yang's corpse in, and from their conversation, he knew that previous corpses were also disposed of here; the air was even filled with the stench of rotting bodies.

But after coming in, he couldn't find any corpses!

"Ghost wall? Or did someone hide in the small dark room in advance to dispose of the corpse? Or is it related to the so-called strange tales?" Wu Wang pondered every possibility.

The matter of disposing of garbage in the small dark room should be common knowledge among students; this doesn't count as a strange tale.

The strange tale must be other situations.

For example, the kind he was encountering right now.

"Wu Wang... Wu Wang..."

Seeing that the time was almost up to one hour, Wu Wang was about to get up and wait by the door for Teacher Yao to pick him up, when suddenly a faint yet incredibly familiar voice came from behind him.

The other party was calling his real name!

Wu Wang turned his head sharply.

In the originally pitch-black small dark room, a faint light source appeared, like someone carefully protecting a candle about to go out while walking.

Under the glow of the orange-yellow candlelight, two faces he hadn't seen in a long time looked over with confused expressions.

"Dad? Mom?"

Even though he knew the two elders couldn't possibly appear in this small dark room, Wu Wang's tone still became somewhat strange.

Hearing his response, the two stumbled towards him, their steps looking somewhat odd.

The distance wasn't far, allowing Wu Wang to clearly see the current appearance of the two elders—

Half of Wu Father's skull was missing, exposing white brain tissue that swayed with every step; his eyeballs hung outside the eye sockets, suspended only by two nerves and blood vessels, and his legs were twisted as if wrung around several times by some force, looking bizarre.

Wu Mother was even more terrifying; she barely hung onto Wu Father relying solely on the strength of her arms, because her entire lower body was gone, with blood-dripping intestines and a large amount of internal organs dragging from the waist-down broken position to the ground, staining a trail of blood.

They walked right up to Wu Wang.

Yet he did not dodge in the slightest.

He let the other party hold his hand.

And spoke with a trembling voice: "Why? Why didn't you come to accompany us? Are you so at ease living on top of our corpses? Living in the house we left, eating the property we left behind, you are living so happily..."

The voices of the two elders were very hoarse.

Every word seemed to have magic, making Wu Wang constantly recall that air crash from back then.

In the dim environment of the small dark room, the howling wind, passengers' panicked screams, and the flight attendant's voice soothing everyone could be vaguely heard, but her own tone also trembled a bit.

The burnt, scorched smell of the exploding engine mixed with the metallic taste of his own nosebleed rushing into his mouth after falling to the ground because his seatbelt had broken.

He had returned again.

【Spirit Power: 34, 33, 32...】

On the panel, his own mental threshold was dropping at a rate of one point every ten seconds.

Some kind of power was affecting his mental state, which is why he could feel such realistic memories all around him.

"Are you going to abandon us again?" Wu Mother looked at Wu Wang with eyes full of resentment.

He smiled.

Looking down, he said softly: "Although you are just a false illusion, I still want to say..."

"Mom, I miss you guys quite a bit."

Having said that, Wu Wang suddenly broke free from the hand holding him, flipped up, and gripped the dagger in his hand tightly.

He gently pressed the tip of the blade against his temple.

At first, Wu Wang still thought that even if some important things were sacrificed, it shouldn't lead to a student dying on the spot in the small dark room.

He understood now.

It turned out the small dark room was not just for cleaning up garbage.

But also for cleaning it up personally!

If other students came in, a normal person's mental threshold simply wasn't as high as Wu Wang's; they could last at most about a minute, before finally crying bitterly and choosing to follow their parents down to hell.

Students would die.

Or they could only choose to personally abandon them, completely erasing this part of emotion and humanity under the influence of eerie power.

Students would become learning machines.

Two choices: either die, or live worse than death.

He smiled with relief: "I choose death."

Pfft—

The blade plunged entirely into the brain; blood shot out in gushes from the wound as if it were free, Wu Wang's body went limp and fell to the ground, moving no more.

All the abnormalities around vanished instantly, and the room returned to pitch black where one couldn't even see five fingers, just as before.

Tap tap tap—

Three footstep sounds slowly appeared.

The ghost hidden in the darkness looked down at the motionless Wu Wang, bent over expressionlessly, grabbed his foot, and dragged him towards the door position like picking up garbage.

The distance until Teacher Yao came to pick someone up...

Oh, no, wrong — they came to claim the corpse.

One more minute.

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What they didn't know, however, was—

At this moment, Teacher Yao had already arrived outside the small dark room ahead of time.

He was currently sprawled on the ground rummaging for something, his expression a little tense, muttering under his breath: "Where did I drop it… where did I drop it… time's almost up…"

His door card was gone.

After sending Wu Wang in, Teacher Yao had returned to the classroom and couldn't find the card that opened the small dark room's door no matter how hard he looked, which threw him into a panic.

The deal was to lock him in the small dark room for one hour.

No matter how the student inside was faring, once five minutes past that time had elapsed and the door still hadn't been opened, it would count as him violating school rules!

That damned old beast would absolutely throw him into the small dark room to reflect on his mistakes too!

Creak—

Suddenly, Teacher Yao, who had his butt stuck up in the air rummaging through the weeds for the door card, twitched his ear and froze.

He looked up in disbelief at the heavy iron door of the small dark room.

It had opened.

Damn it! What the hell!

Why would it open on its own?

Before Teacher Yao could figure out what had happened, he saw Wu Wang, who had just gone in, lying at the doorway beneath three pairs of canvas shoes stained with blood.

He understood the guy was already dead.

"Ahem, ahem, ahem… sorry for the trouble, everyone, I'll take him away right now." Teacher Yao was, after all, an old hand.

Under these circumstances, he absolutely could not let on that the door hadn't been opened by him.

He just needed to do it the same way as always.

Carry this kid's corpse up to the rooftop, then toss it down and stage it as a suicide jump.

Go to the dean's office that evening to get a replacement door card, and nothing else would come of it.

There definitely wouldn't be any trouble…

"I'm counting on you, my other self!"

At this tense moment, Wu Wang on the ground suddenly opened his eyes, and his shadow shot out a hand and seized one of the ghosts by the ankle.

Dragging it toward the doorway with all his might!

【Shadow Grappling Art】

Why had Teacher Yao's card disappeared? Why had the small dark room's door suddenly opened? How had the report card inside the podium been stolen in the first place?

It was all thanks to 【Shadow Grappling Art】!

No one would guard against something like a shadow.

The moment Wu Wang realized Teacher Yao didn't dare enter the small dark room and had said he'd come back for him in an hour, he had already figured it out.

When the door opened, the ghosts would definitely deliver him right to the doorway.

If he wanted to actually catch them, he had to strike now!

Just to be safe, he had also stolen Teacher Yao's card when the man turned to leave — if all else failed, he'd swipe the door open himself and run!

"Holy shit! Motherfucking ghost!"

Teacher Yao was so startled that he fell flat on his backside with a thud, cold sweat pouring down his forehead, his face deathly pale.

Because he saw the thing inside the small dark room — caught off guard, it had truly been dragged out by Wu Wang.

It was a student whose head had burst open like a smashed watermelon, his upper-body school uniform already soaked a dark red with blood, no school badge on his chest, but both Teacher Yao and Wu Wang could tell who he was.

Liu Yang!

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At the same time.

In the classroom, Chen Baili, who was attending the lesson, was listening with utter boredom; with He Yikan's reminder, he tilted his head and sized up his classmates, thinking about what to do next.

His gaze swept over Liu Yang's eerie fierce-ghost state from time to time, and he couldn't help stealing a few extra glances.

"Has this guy's head healed a bit? Seems like the damage isn't as big as before?" Chen Baili noticed the change in Liu Yang's body.

Before he could observe any more carefully—

The situation suddenly changed.

Bang—

Liu Yang, the ghost in the classroom, exploded with a bang, all sorts of unidentified fluids and internal organs flying everywhere, his seat instantly dyed a crimson red.

The closest, and also conveniently tilting his head to look at him, Chen Baili was naturally the worst victim.

At this moment his entire person had changed color.

A piece of Liu Yang's liver on top of his head, a tongue plastered to his face, and in his arms the two eyeballs that had burst out and flown over, staring blankly at his own face.

"Shit! What the hell!"

"Did this motherfucker just blow up on the spot!?"