Free Web NovelLu Yibei and Du Sixian spent three minutes earnestly discussing the compensation issue, finally settling on an amount of 1470 yuan.
"Okay, that's enough. I'll give you a contact method later. Once you pay me the 1470, I'll send the items over to you," Du Sixian said with a smile.
"Uh..." Lu Yibei was stunned. How did things turn out like this?
I just casually mentioned that the compensation could be converted into equipment for recording videos, and how did she start pitching to me? I even got drawn in by her.
How could she be so bold? Didn't she even confirm if I was a Strange Tale? No wonder she came to Shihekou Middle School with those guys.
Lu Yibei scratched the back of her head expressionlessly, "Wait, let me sort this out... sort this out..."
"Little Sister, no need to think it over, it's a great deal!"
Du Sixian poked her chin with a finger, speaking seriously, a sly glint flickering in her bright, intelligent eyes.
"If you buy elsewhere, for the same price, you can only get one set of equipment. But with me, you can not only get a set of equipment but also get tuning from me, a professional!"
"Besides, it looks like we're doing similar content. We can even team up. You live-stream, I record videos, isn't that reasonable?"
Lu Yibei, "..." Damn it, she's actually making me a little tempted!
This Miss is so good at talking, could she have escaped from a pyramid scheme den?
"I think it's better not to? I'm fine by myself."
"Think about it, doing Strange Tale live streams and videos alone, how dangerous is that? With me by your side, I can even protect you."
As Du Sixian spoke, she lightly waved her fist, "Don't look at me like this, I've been learning Sanda and Muay Thai since I was little! Come on, become my partner!"
Become your partner and then get you killed? Lu Yibei muttered inwardly and said, "Let's talk about this later, okay? First, we..."
As she spoke, Lu Yibei's gaze drifted towards the oil painting in the corner. Although the face of the girl in the painting was completely obscured by chaotic red lines, she always felt a strange gaze coming from the direction of that oil painting.
Following Lu Yibei's gaze, Du Sixian turned around to look at the oil painting behind her, her eyes lit up, and she interrupted, "Look at that painting, right? I think you have a point."
Lu Yibei, "..." You think a fart!
What I mean is that thing is a bit abnormal, can you please leave this classroom?
Is it really okay to mess with something that looks so eerie?
Just as Lu Yibei was complaining in her heart, Du Sixian had already taken action, holding the camera in one hand and a steel pipe in the other, cautiously approaching the oil painting in the corner.
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"This is a very eerie oil painting. The girl painted on it, I don't know if she was smeared with red paint or something else, her appearance is no longer visible."
Du Sixian explained as she approached, stopping about a meter away from the oil painting. She used the steel pipe in her hand to lift the white cloth covering it, and as she lifted it, she immediately jumped back a large step.
Seeing this, Lu Yibei slightly furrowed her brows. She still knew to maintain a certain distance? I thought she was completely fearless!
But at such a close distance, if something suddenly rushed out from under the white cloth, she definitely wouldn't be able to escape, right?
All in all, she still had a bit of a reckless element to her.
Lu Yibei thought, holding the mingwang statue closer, stopping diagonally behind Du Sixian, and being vigilant of the surroundings.
Du Sixian shone the flashlight beam onto the oil painting, getting closer. Lu Yibei stared at the canvas, her brows slightly furrowed.
At first glance, she thought the painting depicted a girl lying on the ground. But now that she saw it more clearly, she realized that was not the case.
The girl in the painting appeared to be lying on the ground in a spread-eagle position, but upon closer inspection, it was discovered that her neck, hands, and feet were twisted at a strange angle. No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to say they were broken.
Coupled with the chaotic, blood-like lines, it made one feel as if it was a painting of a girl bathing in blood after falling from a building.
"There's a name on it," Du Sixian pointed the flashlight at the bottom right corner of the oil painting, "Zhao Ke? Is this the artist of this painting?"
As Du Sixian said the name "Zhao Ke," it was as if Lu Yibei was hallucinating. She heard the two words she spoke spread far, far away, all the way into the deepest darkness of the campus.
Immediately after, her eyes felt slightly warm, as if warning her of something, and an ominous feeling spread in her heart.
Something had awakened. A huge, filthy, malicious shadow silently enveloped the entire campus.
"Clang, clang—!"
The oil painting on the easel suddenly seemed to come alive, shaking, the frame colliding with the easel, making light sounds.
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Seeing this eerie scene before her, Du Sixian seemed to sense something and retreated step by step. She had only retreated a few steps when she heard a soft "Bang!" The oil painting directly bounced off the easel.
The bounced oil painting flew towards Du Sixian. The strange girl in the painting grew larger and larger in her vision. In a trance, she seemed to see a figure in a white dress, opening her arms and pouncing over.
In a flash, Lu Yibei's gaze narrowed. Holding the mingwang statue, she stepped forward like an arrow, swinging her arms with all her might. The oil painting and the bronze statue collided in mid-air. A faint golden light flashed, and the oil painting flew backward, falling to the ground in the center with no further movement.
It felt like a hallucination. The moment the oil painting landed, a chilling scream echoed in her ears.
Lu Yibei held the mingwang statue and approached the oil painting slightly. After confirming that it was no longer moving, she looked at Du Sixian.
The camera had already fallen from Du Sixian's hand, hanging on her chest. She held the steel pipe with both hands, staring blankly for a while, still shaken, before turning to look at Lu Yibei behind her.
"Just, just now that was... gulp—!"
She swallowed hard, her gaze darting back and forth between Lu Yibei and the mingwang statue in her hand. Then, as if confirming something, her eyes narrowed, and she slightly squinted.
"I guess you're not here to live stream, are you? You're here to deal with urban legend. There really are urban legend in this school!"
"Uh..." Lu Yibei frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and replied with a serious expression, "I do plan to do ~Nоvеl𝕚ght~ live streams, but I'm also here to deal with urban legend. I'm actually a member of the Great Strength Mingwang Sect, and this is our sect's special magical artifact."
Saying that, she patted the mingwang statue, making a "duang! duang!" sound.
Most of this sentence is true, and it's not really lying. Lu Yibei thought, if needed, I am the founder of the Great Strength Mingwang Sect.
Thinking, she withdrew her gaze from Du Sixian and refocused on the oil painting, remaining vigilant.
Du Sixian examined Lu Yibei and the mingwang statue. After a long time, the confusion in her eyes gradually disappeared.
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"I see!"
Lu Yibei, "..." What do you see now? So jumpy.
"You sensed that there was something wrong with some of my companions, so you deliberately led me away, right?"
"Uh..." Lu Yibei's lips slightly parted, "There was a reason for that..."
But the main reason is that you rushed at me with a steel pipe, and I instinctively ran.
In fact, when Du Sixian started asking questions, Lu Yibei had already sensed that the group of people was a little off.
When the other four people besides Du Sixian were playing Disc Spirit, the Spiritual Energy she gained was indeed a bit higher than what she got from Uncle Driver, but it was definitely not four times as much.
She initially thought this phenomenon was caused by individual differences or some other reason.
But it wasn't until Du Sixian started asking questions that she felt the Spiritual Energy she gained significantly increased, and she realized, could there be something wrong with those four people?
Lu Yibei couldn't be sure which one or which ones of the four people had a problem, but she could at least confirm that Du Sixian should be human.
Lu Yibei felt that frightening her little companions at home into a panic didn't alleviate her hunger either, so she speculated that this method of replenishing Spiritual Energy should only be effective on humans.
Or maybe those guys at home are just too weak!
However, just as she was struggling with how to warn Du Sixian, Du Sixian rushed out with a steel pipe, and then...
So, I've already said that I didn't run away because I was scared!
That's right, I was indirectly saving someone.
Lu Yibei thought, withdrawing her thoughts and looking at the oil painting on the ground. She suddenly realized that Du Sixian had picked up the flashlight that had fallen to the ground at some point and shone the beam on it.
The oil painting had been hit by her and flipped over after falling to the ground.
On the back of the oil painting, various abusive words were written in red paint. The object of those words was Zhao Ke.
Staring at the dark red words, her eyes felt a burning sensation, and then she saw blurry images appearing before her eyes, accompanied by bursts of malicious shouting in her ears.
"Zhao Ke! You bug! Why don't you just die?"
"What the hell did you paint? A corpse? Are you a pervert? Say, say you're a pervert, otherwise..."
"Zhao Ke, you don't really think you have artistic talent, do you? That's hilarious! The art Teacher was just comforting you, didn't you know?"
"Seeing your cowardly look annoys me. Do you believe I'll break all the fingers you use for painting?"
...
Malicious insults kept ringing in her ears, making Lu Yibei's head ache.
Suddenly, all the insults disappeared, replaced by a controlled sobbing, obviously restraining intense emotions.
A male phantom suddenly appeared in the corner of the art supplies classroom, tightly hugging an oil painting in his arms, as if guarding something important.
He wore black-rimmed glasses, his bangs almost covering his eyes. He had a very ordinary appearance, the kind of boy whose face you would completely forget after graduation.
Is he Zhao Ke? The boy who was bullied? How pitiful. Lu Yibei thought.
In student life, there is always one person in every class who is bullied.
They are either quiet, or their outstanding talent in some area attracts jealousy, or because of natural physical defects, or for reasons that cannot even be called reasons. In short, they end up becoming everyone's punching bag.
They are isolated, ostracized, bullied, they don't receive care from friends or classmates, they don't get understanding from parents or Teachers, they don't get a single moment to breathe.
They are like standing on the edge of a cliff of despair, with abysses in front and behind...
The burning sensation in Lu Yibei's eyes suddenly intensified. The scene before her flashed by like the scenery outside the window of a speeding car. Still images, like film edits, flickered before her eyes one after another.
She saw a pitiful student repeatedly using white paint to cover up the words his classmates wrote on the back of his paintings, but everything he did was in vain.
The people around him wrote more things in the places he covered up, more frantically and maliciously.
Finally, this behavior escalated, and those people were no longer satisfied with seeing him in pain. They wanted to make him despair, so those people finally destroyed his painting.
All the images dissipated when that oil painting was covered with chaotic red lines. Lu Yibei's vision returned to a desperate darkness.
And then...
A faint yellow candlelight dispelled the darkness. One, two... a total of four white candles were placed in the four corners of the small space, with a white porcelain plate in the center of the room.
Zhao Ke squatted beside the white porcelain plate, his hands pressing on it, his fingers in plaster and wrapped in bandages.
He was playing a Disc Spirit game.
However, a Disc Spirit game requires at least three people to play. Zhao Ke didn't have that many friends, and there wasn't even a single person in the entire school who was willing to talk to him.
So...
He made himself some friends.
Canvas was cut into human shapes, and he used his exquisite painting skills to draw faces on them, one, two, three, all in the likeness of those people. The candlelight illuminated their vacant eyes.
"Disc Spirit, Disc Spirit, please come out... Disc Spirit, Disc Spirit, please come out..."
As Zhao Ke kept repeating the incantation, the white porcelain plate suddenly rotated, making a soft "rustling!" sound.
Zhao Ke stared at the white porcelain plate, his gaze gradually becoming frantic.
He said, "Disc Spirit, Disc Spirit, can you help me kill them?"
In a moment of dead silence, the necks of the four paper figures seemed to be cut by something, a thin line appearing, and then their heads slowly slid off, silently floating to the ground.
The next moment, a chilling wind blew, all the candles went out, and Zhao Ke was plunged into darkness.
A cold response faintly came from the darkness.
"Yes..."
