Free Web NovelOn the empty rooftop of the teaching building, discarded desks were twisted and deformed by the erosion of wind and rain, like a group of indifferent passersby, huddled together, whispering in the cold wind, watching the girl standing on the edge of the rooftop with cold eyes.
The tiles on the edge of the rooftop had long since fallen off, the bare concrete wall stained with splotches. The cold moonlight pierced through the gaps in the dark clouds, outlining the girl's thin figure. Her profile was etched with exhaustion, her eyes empty.
"Liang, Liang Yue... come down and talk about whatever it is, don't do anything rash!"
In her panic, Yun Meng wracked her brain for a long time, but could only come up with such words of persuasion.
"It's useless, he won't let us go. From the moment we stepped into this campus, we've been targeted by him... We... We... Hehehe..."
The girl murmured in a low voice, and then, a creepy laugh came from her mouth. The sharp voice gave the impression that she was no longer human.
The next moment, she suddenly took a step forward, her figure ★ 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ★ vanishing from Yun Meng's sight as if she had evaporated into thin air.
"Bang—!"
The sound of a heavy object falling from a high place echoed in her ears. Yun Meng rushed forward in a panic, but halfway there, she suddenly froze in place as if she hadn't realized what had happened, staring blankly at the empty rooftop.
A few seconds later, her pupils contracted violently. Grabbing her hair with both hands, she collapsed onto the ground and let out a scream.
She felt like she was about to break down, as if she had fallen into a pitch-black nightmare from which she could never wake up.
...
Half an hour ago, shortly after Du Sixian chased Lu Yibei out of the classroom.
The dusty classroom was lit by the dim candlelight. Four people sat in the center of the classroom, silent.
After a long time.
Brazil War God finally couldn't stand the oppressive atmosphere and broke the silence, "I say, are we just going to sit here? Shouldn't we go look for the Demoness?"
Liang Yue glanced at Brazil War God, then lowered her head and said softly, "She... she left on her own. We... In short, I think running around in this school like headless flies is no different from seeking death."
Seeing Liang Yue's hesitant expression, Yun Meng frowned slightly.
She seemed to know something.
Why wouldn't she say it?
Thinking this, she glanced at Liang Yue, lifting her chin slightly, "Saying that is too heartless. Although this is our first time meeting, we came together, so we should always go back together, right?"
"Don't you agree? My dear."
Pharaoh slightly frowned, his peripheral vision subtly sweeping over Brazil War God, then he nodded slightly, "I also agree with Yun Meng's opinion, we should go out and look for the Demoness, but..."
He paused, took a deep breath, and continued, "But we came together, which can barely be considered a small group. It's not good for me to make a decision on my own. How about we take a vote?"
As soon as Pharaoh finished speaking, Yun Meng eagerly raised her hand, "Me, if we're going to look for the Demoness, count me in!"
"I..." Pharaoh said calmly, "Abstain."
"Look, of course we have to look! A real man never abandons his teammates!" Brazil War God said loudly, his words filled with a sense of passion.
"Hoo—!" Liang Yue took a deep breath. Two votes in favor, one abstention, the matter was settled, but she still insisted on her idea.
"I object."
As she spoke, she glared at Yun Meng, her biting gaze silently conveying, "People with big chests really have no brains."
Yun Meng smiled at Liang Yue's extremely unfriendly gaze. She had seen that kind of look many times, and she just considered it those people being jealous of her natural beauty.
The vote had a result. Pharaoh looked around at everyone and said, "Alright then, we'll go look for the Demoness. If we haven't found her after an hour, we'll leave here."
As the leader and the initiator of this activity, Pharaoh made a decision, and everyone quickly took action.
They packed their things, discarded the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate used for the game in the corner of the classroom, and extinguished the candle. The entire classroom abruptly plunged into darkness.
Then, a flashlight was lit. Brazil War God led the way out of the classroom, followed closely by Pharaoh.
Yun Meng lit her flashlight and was about to get up when she felt her clothes being tugged. She turned her head and saw Liang Yue's pale face illuminated by the flashlight. Her heart skipped a beat, and she almost cried out.
She calmed herself down and said unhappily, "What are you doing? If you want to use this kind of trick..."
"Be careful, one of them is a Strange Tale." Before Yun Meng finished speaking, she heard Liang Yue's words and was slightly stunned.
"What do you mean?" Yun Meng frowned.
"Literal meaning," Liang Yue said calmly.
"..." Yun Meng opened her mouth to say something, just then, Brazil War God's shout came from ahead.
"Yun Meng, Liang Yue, keep up! Don't get lost yourselves!"
Hearing this, Yun Meng glanced at the direction of the corridor, withdrew her gaze, glared at Liang Yue, and left behind a sentence, "Boring! I think you're the Strange Tale!" After speaking, she quickly caught up with the two people ahead.
Pharaoh lowered his head and glanced at Yun Meng, asking softly, "What did she just say to you?"
"She said..." Yun Meng hesitated for a moment, "She said there are really urban legend in this school."
Pharaoh frowned and pondered for a moment, "You'd better stay away from her. She... she seems a bit off today."
Yun Meng was slightly stunned, secretly observing her boyfriend's profile from the corner of her eye. It felt like an illusion, she actually felt a strange feeling emanating from that familiar face.
Who should I believe?
No, no, how can I doubt my boyfriend based on the words of a strange woman? Yun Meng gently shook her head, as if trying to shake off the doubts in her heart.
...
Liang Yue, Yun Meng, and the group of four left. The classroom swallowed by darkness quickly fell into a dead silence.
Suddenly, a cold wind blew, hitting the window and drilling into the classroom through the window crack.
In the silence, the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate abandoned in the corner moved a short distance as if pushed by someone, rubbing against the ground and making a grating sound.
"Screech—Screech—!"
The white porcelain Disc Spirit plate moved with increasing amplitude, and finally, it seemed to come alive, bouncing up and clattering against the ground.
After a brief silence, the clattering sound rang out again.
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Outside the window, a faint moonlight penetrated the clouds and sprinkled into the classroom. A string of sticky red footprints, following the trajectory of the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate as it bounced forward, extended out of the classroom...
...
"Clang—!"
The slight sound of the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate colliding with the ground reached her ears. Yun Meng's steps paused slightly, and she looked around cautiously.
Did I hear wrong? Is it my hallucination?
"Clang—!"
The slight sound rang out again. She suddenly stopped in her tracks, her face instantly turning pale, and turned to look at the pitch-black corridor behind her.
"Gulp—!" She swallowed hard, grabbed Pharaoh's arm, and whispered, "Did, did you hear it? That sound."
"Mm..." Pharaoh responded, his expression solemn. He raised his flashlight and shone it in the direction of the sound.
"Clang—!"
The beam of the flashlight illuminated the dim corridor. When everyone saw the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate stationary in the center of the corridor, the hairs on their bodies stood on end.
Although it lay quietly in the center of the corridor without moving, it was full of oppressive force.
The pale light of the flashlight seemed to be isolated by a strange force. The corridor behind the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate abruptly plunged into darkness. In that darkness, there seemed to be a pair of malicious eyes watching them.
Those eyes were infinitely deep, filled with malice. They couldn't see its form, but they could feel the nightmare-like shudder brought by its gaze.
"Run!"
Suddenly, someone shouted, and then everyone ran downstairs in a panic. As soon as they turned around, the sound of the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate colliding with the ground rang out again behind them.
"Clang—Clang—!"
The group hurried along, and just as they reached the middle of the stairs, they heard a strange noise coming from downstairs.
"Thump—Thump—!"
The sound was like wooden blocks hitting the hard ground. Something was ascending the stairs, gradually approaching. Its arrival was accompanied by foul and impure shadows, like a despicable and malicious ghost, following closely.
Standing stiff on the stairs, Brazil War God, who was at the front, vaguely heard a strange low murmur, "Will you... stay and keep me company?"
Hearing this, he shivered as if electrocuted. The flashlight in his hand fell to the ground, bouncing and rolling down the stairs, illuminating that pale figure.
It had a dull, distorted face, its limbs and torso were abnormally thin and long, not in normal human proportion. Its body, as thin as paper, twisted and danced in the cold wind. ƒгeewёbnovel.com
The eerie figure was a fleeting glimpse in their vision, and then the flashlight flickered twice as if it had a bad connection, and the light dimmed.
His vision abruptly plunged into darkness. Brazil War God's body shivered, and his limbs felt numb as if being bitten by a swarm of malicious insects.
In the darkness, something was moving, making faint, stealthy sounds. He could feel that the thing he had just seen had come to his side, but it didn't attack immediately.
Like a thin, old cat playing with its prey, it stared at him in the darkness, emitting vague, maddening whispers, slowly savoring the fear that emanated from his body.
"Clang—Clang—!"
At the same time, the sound of the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate hitting the ground came again from behind him, and he couldn't help but tremble.
He looked left and right.
He didn't know when his companions had disappeared. In the darkness, only he was left.
Despair and terror seemed to absorb the negative energy in the darkness, growing wildly in his heart. He finally couldn't help but let out a hysterical scream.
"Where are you! Where are you guys! You bastards! Why did you leave me and run away, you said..."
Brazil War God's scream suddenly stopped. A pale hand reached out from the darkness, like a piece of paper, and gently rested on his shoulder.
"Will you stay and keep me company?" Someone whispered in his ear. He turned around sharply, but only saw darkness.
In his surprise, he slowly turned back. A pale, distorted face screamed, abruptly appearing from the darkness. His gaze met those murky, dull eyes, and then...
He saw the scene of his death.
He was tied up and thrown into a dark, narrow, bottomless pool. Loneliness, fear, and foul-smelling sewage surrounded him.
In the face of death, he instinctively struggled and cried out loudly for help, but no one answered, until all his organs stopped working and his body lost temperature and became stiff.
...
The moment Brazil War God's figure was swallowed by darkness, Pharaoh immediately shone his flashlight. Seeing the empty stairwell, he was slightly stunned.
Gone? He just disappeared without any warning?
Could he have already...
Pharaoh narrowed his eyes in thought. Just then, the clatter of the white porcelain Disc Spirit plate and the muffled sound from downstairs rang out simultaneously, like a heavy punch, striking his nerves.
"Zhao! Quickly think of a way! I, what should we do now?!"
"Shut up!"
Pharaoh roared in a low voice, an expression of malice Yun Meng had never seen before appearing on his face. She was instantly intimidated.
The strange noises continued, getting closer and closer. Fear and despair were closing in step by step.
"We..." After a moment of thought, Pharaoh looked up at the stairs and said through gritted teeth, "We'll go upstairs."
"Okay, okay, let's go quickly!" Yun Meng nodded repeatedly upon hearing this and turned to run upstairs.
Just as she brushed past Liang Yue, Liang Yue said in a voice only they could hear, "Don't go to the fourth floor."
Hearing this, Yun Meng was startled. She glanced at Liang Yue, who was standing there quietly, leaning against the wall, like a corpse unable to stand on its own.
At the same time, Pharaoh's urging came from the front, "Hurry up! It'll be too late if you wait any longer."
Recalling Pharaoh's frightening expression just now, Yun Meng fell silent, "..."
Who should I believe?
