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Yun Meng's gaze seemed uncontrollable, wandering back and forth, her heart filled with doubt and surprise.
After saying one sentence, Liang Yue fell silent. Her back was pressed tightly against the wall, not uttering a word, like a corpse nailed to the wall.
Pharaoh had already reached the landing between the third and fourth floors.
Seeing that Yun Meng and Liang Yue hadn't followed, he stopped, leaned over the staircase railing, and poked out half his body, urging them with an anxious tone.
For some unknown reason, the staircase railing was severely weathered and rusted, twisted and deformed, swaying precariously. It creaked like murmuring Talking, as if ready to play a malicious joke on the person leaning on it, making them fall from a height.
The stairs leading to the second floor were swallowed by darkness two or three meters ahead. The strange muffled sound had stopped after Brazil War God suddenly disappeared, but the abnormal silence made it even more eerie.
It seemed like something was in the darkness, lurking, licking its sharp, blood-stained teeth, anticipating the arrival of the next prey.
Yun Meng was hesitant. Just then, that familiar white porcelain plate suddenly jumped out from the corner.
"Clang—!"
Along with the soft sound of the white porcelain plate hitting the ground, the darkness in the corridor intensified. The light from the flashlight seemed to fear the rapidly growing darkness, its illuminated range shrinking at a visible speed, until only a circle of light with a radius of less than one meter remained beside her.
As if doubting whether she was having a hallucination, Yun Meng blinked her eyes hard. After confirming that the flashlight's light had indeed weakened, her pupils contracted, and her hands trembled as she searched for her companions.
As if afraid of startling the urban legend hidden in the darkness, Yun Meng weakly asked, "A-are You guys still here?"
"I'm upstairs, hurry up!" Pharaoh's urging came from upstairs.
"Remember what I just told You? Don't go to the fourth floor." Liang Yue reminded in a low voice.
After the two finished speaking, there was a few seconds of silence, and then a third person's response suddenly came from the darkness.
"Mm, here."
The voice was muffled, sounding as if it had something in its mouth, making Yun Meng momentarily think she was hallucinating, until...
"I've been by Your side all along..."
The voice sounded again. Following the direction of the voice, a bizarre figure was outlined in the darkness.
It was an extremely thin black shadow. It was crouching in the corner, with some viscous liquid constantly dripping from its body. Its slender, inhuman fingers were fiddling with the white porcelain plate, making soft sounds.
When Yun Meng noticed its presence, it stopped fiddling with the white porcelain plate, slowly raised its head, and looked towards her.
In the pitch blackness, Yun Meng couldn't see its face clearly, but she could feel the gaze that clung like a maggot to bone, and the crazed, evil smile.
Her face instantly turned ⊛ Nоvеlιght ⊛ (Read the full story) pale. Her head buzzed as if something had exploded. After swallowing hard, she couldn't help but shout.
"Zhao Ming! Liang Yue! C-can You see it? Run! Th-that thing is coming after us!"
However, after hearing her companions' responses, Yun Meng froze in place.
"What thing? Yun Meng, did You see something?"
"Hmm? Nothing? Are You being too nervous?"
"Didn't see..." Yun Meng murmured blankly, then immediately screamed loudly, "How could You not see it! It's clearly there! In the corner, it's..."
Yun Meng's voice stopped abruptly. That bizarre figure suddenly stood up, its head almost touching the ceiling.
It walked quickly towards her, stepping on viscous blood, and letting out bursts of laughter like a mischievous child who had succeeded in a prank.
"Hehe... hehehe..."
A strong smell of blood surrounded her, and the urban legend's appearance suddenly became clear in the darkness.
The blood on its face, which was almost completely peeled off, had dried.
Its stark white teeth were exposed, muscles pulling at the flesh, but stiff like a puppet.
It displayed a bizarre, crazed posture, gradually growing larger in Yun Meng's eyes.
A putrid smell assaulted her, rushing into her nostrils. Yun Meng felt dizzy and breathless.
Her lips were slightly parted, but she couldn't make a sound, only shouting in despair in her heart.
Why can't You see it?!
It's clearly here!
It's coming, who will save me!?
In the blink of an eye, the urban legend was close to her, its distorted face less than a finger's distance from her nose.
Just then, a series of rapid footsteps came from the staircase leading to the second floor. Following that, a figure rushed over quickly, accompanied by a roar, and pierced the urban legend's head with a broken, sharp steel bar.
"Puff—Clang—!"
The person seemed to have used all their strength. After the blow, their body staggered, but their attack worked. The urban legend fell to the ground silently, like a light feather.
It fell to the ground and its body exploded into a large mass of blood. The blood surged like a pile of living tentacles, constantly expanding and growing, as if it could condense back into its original form at any moment.
Yun Meng's uneasy gaze moved from the fallen urban legend to the figure who had suddenly rushed up from downstairs, and she was stunned.
"Brazil War God... how are You?" Liang Yue, who was watching, asked with a voice full of doubt.
Although he looked like he had just fought a fierce beast, the small braids he had grown to imitate a soccer star were scattered, soaked in blood and stuck to his forehead and face. He was covered in injuries, and his tattered jersey was almost stained into a blood-red garment.
But from the sound of his voice and the contours of his face, it was still possible to distinguish that he was Brazil War God.
He wasn't... just now?
How did He come back? Looking at Him like this, did He fight the urban legend?
Is it possible for humans to defeat urban legend? Is He human or ghost?
"Go, hurry! Everyone run upstairs!" Brazil War God shouted, "Downstairs is full of urban legend, I barely escaped!"
"..." Pharaoh frowned slightly upon hearing this. After pondering for a few seconds, He still echoed Brazil War God, saying, "That's right, let's go upstairs first, find a place to hide, and leave when it's light."
"That's right, hurry up, I feel like that thing is about to recover!" Brazil War God said, looking at the mass of wriggling blood on the ground.
Humans are creatures that are easily influenced by the crowd. Among the three companions, two had decided to go upstairs, and Yun Meng was also swayed.
She looked at Liang Yue, who was leaning against the wall, and cast a questioning gaze, "Liang Yue, You..."
"..." After a moment of silence, Liang Yue sighed, "Since You have already decided, then let's go, I just hope..."
I just hope You don't regret it. Liang Yue said silently in her heart.
The group finally reached a temporary agreement and immediately took action, rushing upstairs in a hurry.
The real nightmare began from here.
...
Shihekou Middle School, like other high schools, only had three grades. The entire teaching building near the main gate was where the students' classrooms were located.
However, according to the arrangement of one grade per floor, the classrooms only occupied three floors.
Before going up to the fourth floor, the group had many guesses about the purpose of the fourth floor: activity rooms, music rooms, staff offices... but they didn't expect that the fourth floor was where the psychological counseling rooms and venting rooms were located.
Should I say, as expected of a noble school, they even have facilities like this?
Or should I say, do the students of this school all have psychological problems? Why would they leave an entire floor empty for this purpose? Yun Meng thought as she looked at the signs on the iron doors on both sides.
The long corridor was divided into three sections by two iron doors: a small area in front of the staircase, the venting room on the left, and the psychological counseling room on the right.
The door of the psychological counseling room looked as if it had been violently struck from the inside by something, bulging outwards at alarming angles, twisted into unsettling shapes.
"Which way do we go?" Brazil War God asked.
Liang Yue lagged a few steps behind the others, leaning against the wall watchfully, "If You insist on staying here, I suggest going to the right..."
"Shut up!" Pharaoh interrupted. After speaking, He stood in the corridor and looked around, then turned and walked towards the venting room.
The door of the psychological counseling room had clearly been hit by something. If it was a former student from here, that would be fine, but what if it was a urban legend, and that urban legend was lurking inside the psychological counseling room?
He tentatively pushed the iron door, and unexpectedly, with a little force, the door opened directly.
The lock was broken. It was unknown whether the lock core had rusted from not being used for a long time, or whether the snap ring had broken from being violently forced open. A small piece of metal fell to the ground with a "clang!".
Accompanied by a harsh creaking sound, the door of the venting room was pushed open, and a musty, rotten smell mixed with dust rushed out. In a trance, a low sigh sounded in her ear.
"Did You hear anything?" Yun Meng asked in a low voice.
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Everyone shook their heads in silence.
Why is it like this again? Am I the only one who can hear and see?
No, rather than seeing and hearing, is it sensing things that ordinary people cannot sense?
This is too strange!
Yun Meng felt like she was going crazy. In just over ten minutes since they left the classroom at the end of the corridor, their companions, who had been getting along harmoniously, suddenly became untrustworthy.
Liang Yue kept saying mysterious things, as if she knew something.
Someone in the discussion group once said that humans cannot defeat urban legend, but Brazil War God, after disappearing for a few minutes for no reason, suddenly returned and claimed he had defeated the urban legend.
Even her own lover was full of suspicious points, as if trying desperately to hide some secret.
She felt like she had fallen into the Minotaur's labyrinth, unable to find a way out, with a terrifying monster chasing her from behind.
...
Pharaoh shone his flashlight forward and could see many torn paper scraps scattered on the empty corridor.
Rows of large doors made of white soft material were neatly arranged on both sides of the corridor, like silent, watching ghost shadows.
Sniffing, he caught a faint foul odor. He took a few steps forward and seemed to step on something. He looked down and realized that hidden among the paper scraps were large numbers of dried cockroach corpses.
Yun Meng walked second to last, behind Brazil War God. The moment she entered the area of the venting rooms, she had a very bad feeling. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com
A chill ran down her spine, as if she was being watched by some terrifying monster.
If we rashly break in here, will we release some monster that has been imprisoned for a long time? This thought arose in Yun Meng's mind.
She thought nervously, glancing around at her surroundings. When she noticed that the door next to her was not locked, she poked her head out and peeked inside through the crack in the door.
Behind the door was a space covered in gray and white soft walls. Several figures with swollen bodies were piled together like corpses.
Before she could even get a clear look at their faces, Yun Meng let out a terrified scream, and her flashlight clattered to the ground.
"Ah—! There, there are people! There are people in that room!"
Yun Meng's words startled everyone, and their steps froze.
Liang Yue cautiously stepped back a few steps, distancing herself from the people in front, as if ready to run away at any moment.
Brazil War God tightened his grip on the sharp steel bar in his hand.
Pharaoh retreated from the front, blocking Yun Meng, and then slowly approached the room with the slightly ajar door.
Shining the beam of his flashlight into the room, he cautiously peered inside through the crack in the door for a moment before letting out a sigh of relief.
Turning around, he hugged Yun Meng, his fingers probing into her long hair, and rubbed her head, saying, "Alright, alright, don't be afraid. That's not a person, just a few sandbag dummies for venting."
"Is, is that so?"
"Yes, that's right," Pharaoh said softly.
"Haha, it's nothing, it's nothing!" Brazil War God smoothed things over, "If I suddenly saw a few dummies in this place, I'd definitely be scared too."
Is it really just a few dummies? Yun Meng thought, but why were all the dummies' heads facing towards the outside of the door? It was as if they were secretly observing them.
The unease caused by the dummies in her heart had not completely subsided; it had just gone into hiding, as if waiting for an opportunity to erupt even more violently.
After a brief commotion, everyone became quiet again, and the faint sound of white porcelain plates bouncing could be heard vaguely from downstairs.
"Clang—clang—!"
The urban legend that appeared with the white porcelain plates seemed to have returned to its original form and started moving again.
Although it didn't chase them to the fourth floor, it kept wandering in the corridor downstairs, like a sad ghost forever trapped in an empty floor.
Indeed, just as those people in the discussion group had said, humans cannot defeat urban legend.
Everything that just happened confirmed this. Yun Meng thought.
Just as she was contemplating, Brazil War God suddenly said, "Uh, everyone... can we stop and rest for a bit? I, I can barely walk anymore."
The stimulation of fear subsided, and the tense nerves gradually relaxed. The injured Brazil War God also began to feel like he couldn't hold on much longer.
Pharaoh shone his flashlight on Brazil War God, examining him from head to toe.
His eyes were somewhat unfocused, his pale face covered in bloodstains, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with the violent heaving of his chest, and his legs seemed to have lost strength, trembling slightly.
After a long while, Pharaoh nodded slightly, turned around, and asked Yun Meng and Liang Yue for their opinions, "Then shall we go into that room to rest?"
Although they couldn't leave this school, which was full of hidden dangers, for the time being, and Brazil War God's wounds couldn't be properly treated, he really needed to rest.
Perhaps we should go check out the psychological counseling room? We might find bandages or something there.
But...
Could this be the urban legend deliberately creating the scene before them, wanting to lure them over there? Pharaoh thought.
Although he had temporarily accepted Brazil War God's return, he still harbored suspicion about his identity.
"I have no problem with You going in, but I'm not going in. I'll just stay in the corridor," Liang Yue suddenly said. After speaking, she walked to the door of the venting room and sat down leaning against the wall.
Pharaoh frowned slightly at this but did not interfere with Liang Yue's personal wishes. Instead, he turned to look at Yun Meng.
"I... me too..." Yun Meng stammered for a while before giving an ambiguous answer, "Let's go in and see first. It's been so long, I don't know if there's anywhere to stand inside."
Pharaoh knew his girlfriend had a slight Cleanliness (cleanliness obsession) and nodded without saying anything further. He then supported the teetering Brazil War God and pushed open the door of the venting room.
The space inside the venting room was not large, just a small room of about ten square meters. The walls on all sides were completely sealed, covered with soft leather to prevent students from getting injured when venting.
Standing in such a room wrapped in leather, Yun Meng suddenly had a very strange feeling. She felt like she was standing in the abdominal cavity of some enormous creature, which made her very uncomfortable.
She scanned the room. When her gaze fell on the sandbag dummies, her pupils suddenly contracted sharply, and she got goosebumps all over.
They moved!
When I looked through the crack in the door just now, their heads were clearly all facing outwards!
Now, she didn't know when, they had all turned their backs towards the depths of the room.
Thinking, Yun Meng was full of fear and said with a crying voice, "Don't go in! Those dummies moved! Let's get out of here!"
Pharaoh, who was walking in front, was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and was about to say something, but Brazil War God, whom he was supporting, suddenly shouted.
"That's enough of You! Are You not going to let people rest properly? I've been annoyed with You for a long time. You're clearly not interested in urban legend, but You insisted on coming here, and when You arrived, You kept startling people! Why weren't You so excited when I was dragged away by the urban legend just now?"
As he spoke, Brazil War God kicked the dummy next to him hard, "It moved? Why don't You say it's going to jump up and kill people? You..."
"Can You stop?" Pharaoh said in a deep voice, and Brazil War God's voice stopped abruptly.
"Tch!" Brazil War God spat, broke free from Pharaoh's supporting hand, and lay down directly on the dummy in the center of the room, using it as a pillow.
"Whatever, I can't move. I just want to lie here for a while."
Pharaoh squatted down to examine the dummies, then walked towards Yun Meng and pulled her into his arms.
"Baobao, don't be afraid. Maybe You saw wrong in Your panic just now. They are really just ordinary dummies. If You are afraid of those dummies, we can just stay by the door."
Did I see wrong? Perhaps! Yun Meng hesitated, but still nodded and left the room with Pharaoh, coming out into the corridor and sitting opposite Liang Yue.
Pharaoh sat beside Yun Meng, took her small hand, intertwined their fingers, and said softly, "Don't be afraid, we are temporarily safe. As long as we survive until dawn and leave here, everything will be over."
"Mm, I hope so," Yun Meng replied, leaning against Pharaoh's shoulder. Feeling his warm body temperature, much of her earlier panic dissipated.
Her gaze shifted towards Liang Yue opposite her, a hint of resentment flashing in her eyes.
I really don't know why she said those things. Was she trying to ruin our relationship? Or did she have some other motive? Yun Meng thought.
Time flowed quietly in the room filled with a faint musty smell.
A wave of sleepiness washed over her. Although she kept telling herself she couldn't sleep now, after hearing her lover's gentle voice in her ear, she couldn't help but fall asleep.
"Sleep, I'm here!"
"Mm," Yun Meng hummed in response, her head drooped, and she fell asleep.
If there really is something wrong with someone among us, then Liang Yue is the most suspicious person!
How could urban legend have body temperature? In the moment before falling asleep, Yun Meng thought groggily.
