Chapter 4: The Monster Who Ignores the Death Rule

"Should we pull him down and interrogate him?"

"But what if someone else backstabs us?"

Two utterly contradictory thoughts cycled in his mind.

The murderers could all see that Wu Wang definitely knew something.

If everyone here rushed him at once, they could surely subdue him.

But the key point was—everyone present knew full well they were all the same kind.

Even if you added up everyone in this lecture hall, you couldn't scrape together half a conscience.

The youth's seemingly frail body possessed formidable combat skills; the fate of whoever made first contact with him would likely be the same as the burly man's.

Blue here, purple there, patches everywhere.

Then why should others enjoy the shade after I suffered?

No one was willing to be the one to stick their neck out.

"Let's... check the corpses first." After a stalemate of half a minute, someone proposed a suggestion to start other actions.

They also noticed that when those who triggered the Death Rule fell in the darkness, many had leaned against the feet or even the bodies of the living nearby.

Although the living felt something touch them and immediately dodged away.

It still didn't change the fact that they had touched the corpses.

Since no new dead had appeared yet, it meant that touching the corpses would not trigger the Death Rule.

"No external injuries... no internal bleeding either..."

"The deceased's body is completely healthy."

"It's as if these guys were just shells left behind, while their souls were stripped away!"

Among the murderers were a few who worked in medicine; they even carried scalpels with them to dissect the corpses and examine them in detail.

But precisely because they understood the human body better, they felt even more fear regarding the Death Rule.

The loss of life caused by the Death Rule completely defied human medicine.

"Hehe, really no injuries? Not necessarily~" Wu Wang's cheap voice came from the stage.

He didn't mind chatting a few more rounds with these guys.

After all, he was still waiting.

Waiting for the person who would die in the "daytime" to appear next.

"Do I know less about injuries than you, you professional?"

Someone checking the corpses, a crooked doctor from a private clinic, cursed back after hearing Wu Wang's mockery.

Besides normally accepting patients, his clinic also secretly performed surgeries and prescribed medicine for people whose identities couldn't see the light of day.

In this country with strict gun control, the fact that he basically treated gunshot wound patients every month was enough to show the trust those people lurking in the gray areas had in his medical skills.

Regarding physical force, the crooked doctor admitted he was inferior to the youth on the podium.

But when it came to medical examination.

He was confident no one here could surpass him.

"Bai Chi, if killed by the same ghost, then all the corpses would have the same characteristics, right?" Wu Wang stood up, mocked, and slowly moved.

The youth walked step by step toward him.

The crooked doctor immediately broke out in cold sweat.

Right! If there was only one ghost in the room, why was it that besides the first deceased whose face had been trampled, the other corpses were intact?

Or were the ghosts before and after the lights went out different?

There is more than one ghost in the classroom!

While lost in thought, Wu Wang walked right up to him.

"Ha! You lost!"

His thinking was suddenly interrupted by Wu Wang's loud shout.

Looking down, the crooked doctor's clenched fist showed even more prominent veins.

Because the so-called "loss" the other party mentioned was merely stepping on his own blurry shadow illuminated by the spotlight.

Like a young child, Wu Wang said with a proud expression: "Now it's your turn to be the ghost and step on me; don't underestimate the bond between me and my shadow!"

Having said that, Wu Wang displayed super flexibility, twisting his body to make his shadow dodge left and right.

What the hell is this? Playing a damn shadow-stepping game at a time like this!?

How old are you anyway, hey!

If he wasn't unable to beat this kid, he would have gone up and cracked his skull long ago...

The crooked doctor certainly wouldn't play this childish game with this mental patient.

He just silently squatted down to re-examine the corpse.

Trying to find injuries he hadn't noticed before.

Seeing that this guy ignored him, Wu Wang ran off to step on other people's shadows.

But everyone avoided him as if dodging the plague.

Afraid that too much contact would make their own brains malfunction too.

"Sigh, even in the final moments of life, you refuse to return to innocence? Society has indeed dyed everyone into a complex shape." Wu Wang sighed and walked back to the podium.

Thud!

The sound of his footsteps climbing the podium overlapped with the sound of the crooked doctor falling.

Thud! Thud!

The footsteps sounded like they were escorting someone to their funeral.

With every step Wu Wang took, someone would collapse, their face twisted in terror, unable to rise again.

By the time he walked back to the microphone, a full ten corpses lay on the ground.

Most of them were the very people who had nearly been caught by Wu Wang playing his shadow-stomping game just moments ago.

"You bastard... what exactly did you do..."

The question came from a middle-aged woman.

Though she tried to make her interrogation sound firmer,

she could not overcome the fear in her heart, and her voice trembled involuntarily.

It wasn't just her; anyone who noticed Wu Wang's actions concluded that the recent deaths were linked to him.

Otherwise, how could such a coincidence happen!

Yet still, no one dared to step up onto the podium.

Previously, when the opponent displayed extraordinary combat skills, that was one thing.

But now, the young man seemed to possess some means tied to a rule of death, making them even more wary.

"Their deaths have nothing to do with me."

Wu Wang's smile remained unchanged.

However, such blatant lying only stirred the crowd below into agitation.

They felt insulted and despised.

After all, this was a group of killers with no bottom line.

Wary as they were, if truly pushed to the brink, even at the cost of their lives, they would find a way to tear a piece of flesh from Wu Wang!

For instance, right now, someone was already preparing to fight to the death.

"I can reveal one death rule for now."

But before the killers could truly erupt into a riot, Wu Wang suddenly spoke into the microphone.

Looking at this group of scum who immediately hung on his every word, he shrugged, appearing to yield, and continued: "There is absolutely only one ghost in the classroom, but its rules differ between day and night."

"When it gets dark, it goes blind and must rely on sound to determine your locations. Understood?"

In other words, the first death rule was—

【Prohibit making obvious noises in the dark】

One sentence woke the dreamers.

Everyone, without exception, raised their eyebrows, their faces showing sudden realization.

So that was it!

No wonder, when the lights went out before, everyone was so terrified they froze in place, and no further deaths occurred afterward.

Because the loudest sounds and commotion were caused by their mutual slaughter!

Stopping meant safety!

Yet a small minority remained skeptical.

They had not forgotten that when everyone ceased fighting and fell silent, the only sound in the entire classroom was this brat's ghostly wailing song and his tap-dancing footsteps.

If the ghost truly killed based on sound,

then why was Wu Wang unharmed?

There must be something wrong with this...

"Do you know any other rules?"

The speaker's tone was no longer so sharp.

They were quite satisfied with Wu Wang's "yielding" behavior in stating the death rules.

It seemed this brat wasn't as stupid as they had imagined!

"Shh~ Don't rush~ Time is almost up~" Wu Wang's voice returned to that cheeky tone.

Before everyone could react to what time he meant, the familiar thunderous boom struck again.

Boom!

The lights went out!

Everyone's tension rose once more to their throats.

They hadn't expected the stage lights to stay on for such a short time.

Roughly only ten minutes or so.

But this time, having learned the rules in advance, no one made any rash moves.

They merely carefully adjusted their breathing rhythms and the arc of their movements.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

In the blink of an eye, three minutes passed.

No sound of anyone collapsing came in the meantime.

"What he said was actually true!?"

Now even that small minority could not question it.

After all, the facts were right before their eyes.

But... was the other party really so kind?

"Ahem, ahem, ahem, silence is tonight's Cambridge. Since you won't speak, then once again accepting your kindness, I shall continue my speech." Wu Wang's voice came from the podium.

Most people also realized the problem at hand.

He was still making sound!

Why hadn't the death rule been triggered?

"I am the Seer. Tonight, I will check for the Werewolf."

Wu Wang ignored their confusion and simply pointed with his finger at the person farthest to his right.

This act, completely disregarding the rules of death, was as terrifying as a heretic in the Middle Ages whom everyone shunned.

No one knew how he managed it.

The unknown is the source of fear.

Snap!

As soon as he finished speaking, a stage light shone down, illuminating the direction of his finger.

Under the light was the long-skirted woman who had been so frightened by the corpse at the start that she wet her pants.

She still looked pitiful, trembling all over.

While everyone was still shocked at how Wu Wang made the stage light obey his command, his next words made everyone's faces change drastically.

Wu Wang smiled and said—

"You are the Wolf."

"And also a ghost disguised as a living person."