Chapter 26: Door God? Abyss God!

"Bro, I'm begging you, bro, can you stop dragging me along to die?"

Fatty's round face was almost scrunched into a ball.

He had already been coaxed and tricked by Wu Wang (mainly by dagger threat) all the way to the staircase landing on the second floor.

The other side was still going to keep heading up, but his calves were already trembling.

"Relax, that guy definitely isn't in the broadcast room, he's absolutely left." Wu Wang comforted him: "Outside the building my good brothers are handling it, they'll stop that guy."

Even Liu Yang squeezed out a line: "Now really is a good time to break into an empty house."

He was also curious what the situation was upstairs.

More precisely, curious what secret was hidden inside this arts building that Gaoshan High School had concealed.

His past self had never had such a strong sense of curiosity; his head was filled with nothing but studying.

Today he discovered things beyond studying.

He couldn't resist wanting to go see what was going on.

Wu Wang looked at Fatty's expression, which was about to cry, and asked: "Are you really that scared of it? Has it ever hurt you?"

"That's not it…"

"Then has it hurt anyone else inside the arts building?"

"No either, they can't see each other…"

Fatty's voice was as thin as a mosquito's buzz.

This made Wu Wang laugh out of exasperation.

"Byd, then what the hell are you scared of?" he said, somewhat disappointed that Fatty couldn't live up to expectations.

But this question made Fatty frown and think for nearly ten seconds, then answer uncertainly: "I'm scared of seeing its face? I don't know! I'm just scared, okay!"

Swish—

Just as the two were chatting enthusiastically, a blackboard eraser covered in white powder flew toward them.

Wu Wang tilted his head to dodge, and casually stepped left to avoid a light bulb that had fallen due to years of disrepair.

His stride was slightly exaggerated.

Just clearing that puddle of paint-stained water that hadn't been mopped clean.

"I've been wanting to ask, Comrade Chu, isn't your combat ability a bit too good! Have you trained?" Liu Yang couldn't help complaining.

This was already the 14th time Wu Wang had perfectly dodged something that appeared out of nowhere during the three of them walking from the first floor to the second.

Once or twice might be coincidence.

But this many coincidences in such a short time.

Clearly something's off.

An invisible big hand was controlling all of this.

It seemed that if Wu Wang got stained with color, something would happen.

"I'm an athletics student! Don't underestimate my foundation! Back in the day one sliding tackle from me could take out a tiger!" Wu Wang said nonsense with a perfectly straight face.

The frequency of colored filth appearing grew faster and faster, which instead proved his direction wasn't wrong.

There must definitely be something in that broadcast room!

The closer he got, the more anxious the ghost hiding in the dark became.

"How about this, Fatty, I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer them, I won't force you to go upstairs." A glint of wisdom flashed in Wu Wang's eyes.

"?"

The other side raised his head to look over.

Obviously he wanted to know what questions Wu Wang planned to ask.

Wu Wang's expression turned serious: "What do you think of Chen Nan?"

Fatty clearly hadn't expected the other's train of thought to jump so wildly, suddenly asking about Chen Nan.

He flustered and explained: "Sister Chen is of course great! Everyone likes her, she especially takes care of me too. If I could find a girlfriend like that in this life I'd wake up laughing from the dream—no, I mean that kind of liking between classmates, you get it…"

"?"

Wu Wang suddenly understood.

He put on an expression that said we-all-know-what-that-means.

Actually he just wanted to describe how Principal Wang would sooner or later hurt the people around Fatty, to motivate him to go upstairs now and resolve this matter.

He didn't expect a basic attack to bait out the ultimate.

This little chubby kid definitely had a crush on Chen Nan.

Then it'd be even easier.

"I'll tell you, the guy on the third floor is the current principal of Gaoshan High School, and he's planning to demolish the arts building. Everything you cherish is about to turn to ash." Wu Wang stood up and said coldly: "Are you going to sit and wait for the day Chen Nan disappears?"

"!"

At these words, Fatty froze.

That monster was actually the principal!

If the principal was going to demolish the arts building.

Wouldn't that mean the wish Chen Nan was looking forward to—teachers and students noticing they're gone and coming to rescue—

Was just a pitiful fantasy?

"Either you come upstairs with me now to find a way to escape the arts building, or you let Chen Nan hug that pitiful fantasy and wait to die in her sweet dream." Wu Wang's tone was utterly cold.

Having said that, he turned and walked toward the stairwell.

One step, two steps, three steps…

"I'll go!" Fatty gritted his teeth.

Although his legs still trembled a bit.

He still struggled to stand up, leaning against the wall.

Liu Yang hoped to see from the side an expression of Wu Wang's being moved, or of approval and relief.

But as expected.

He only saw a cunning grin of a scheme coming to fruition.

That bastard! The demolition must have been made up on the spot!

But he did not expose Wu Wang's past either.

Since the other party so wanted Little Fatty to come along, there must be his reasons.

They resumed walking side by side, continuing upward.

Thump-thump—Buzz—

The moment they stepped onto the third floor, before even starting to look for the broadcast station's location, or even getting a clear view of the corridor.

The three immediately felt their heartbeats accelerate, even producing a slight ringing in the ears; their vision grew hazy, and strange whispers echoed in their minds.

Little Fatty and Liu Yang almost dropped to their knees right there.

【Spiritual Power: 35—34】

Wu Wang's Spiritual Power began to drop.

The speed was not very fast, still within a range he could accept.

Perhaps he had developed some resistance to this kind of sanity-draining mental pollution; after all, the master of the red vertical pupil on his wrist, the Abyssal God, was the greatest mental pollution he had ever encountered.

Merely glancing at it would cause a being to mutate until it exploded; even recalling it now made Wu Wang feel his skin itching as if tentacles were about to grow out.

Indescribable, ineffable, unseeable.

"Something's wrong... the third floor wasn't like this before..." Little Fatty rubbed his head, his voice trembling.

In his memory, the source of terror on the third floor was only that bloated principal monster; there had never been this kind of whispering pollution that caused headaches upon ascending.

Yet the more this happened, the more it seemed to prove that the situation Wu Wang described would occur.

Even if the principal did not demolish the Art Building, merely allowing this eerie situation to develop would sooner or later cause problems to arise from within the building, polluting the students below who knew nothing.

"The broadcast room is at the end of the corridor!"

Liu Yang helped Little Fatty up, and the two leaned on each other, shuffling forward slowly.

Wu Wang took the lead, walking at the very front.

Mental pollution? Bring it on!

But just as he reached the halfway point, he stopped again.

His expression turned slightly mocking as he said, "Yo, no more playing hide-and-seek with me?"

He saw a figure standing before a wooden door at the end; the other party, with their back turned, let out an angry roar that sounded extremely familiar.

It was none other than the ghost that had been trying to kill him throughout the floors.

Its figure was slightly bloated, and it wore a pitch-black garment of completely indistinguishable style, quite tattered, with many places torn into strips hanging on its body.

Upon hearing the sound, it slowly turned around.

This caused the mocking expression on Wu Wang's face to freeze.

There were two reasons for the freeze.

First, he saw something familiar appearing on the door blocked by the ghost—

A crude drawing of a red vertical pupil.

Holy crap! The Abyssal God!

Clearly, the tentacles that felt so out of place appearing in this instance, and the whispers heard while climbing the stairs, all originated from this.

Even Principal Wang must have been inside this broadcast room every night; presumably, the source of his absurdly powerful strength was also provided by the red vertical pupil.

That indescribable existence, with its mere aura, had thoroughly polluted this land; no wonder the 【Blood-Stained School Uniform】 guided him into this place.

"Big Brother Abyssal God, are you still MCing in this broadcast room?" Wu Wang muttered, looking at the mark on his wrist.

As for the second reason... it was hard to say.

"Little Fatty, I'm going to ask you something I should have asked long ago; it might be a bit impolite to bring it up now." He turned again, speaking with some uncertainty.

"Hmm? What is it?" Little Fatty frowned.

He felt his head was about to split open; those whispers, even with his ears covered, kept drilling into his brain, as if countless ants were gnawing at it.

"What is your surname? Or rather, what is your full name?"

That damn guy dragged me along to die, and up until now I still don't know what my buddy's name is, huh?

Although Little Fatty was dissatisfied in his heart.

He still answered truthfully with his mouth:

"My surname is Wang, and my full name is Wang Zhiyong."

Having said that, Little Fatty also froze in place.

Because he had just clearly seen the face of that bloated vengeful ghost at the end of the corridor.

It was the principal's face.

Only more youthful.

Youthful to the point of... being exactly the same as his own.