Free Web NovelAfter leaving the art supplies classroom, Du Sixian and Lu Yibei headed towards the teaching building near the main entrance. Along the way, Du Sixian seemed to switch to Baobao mode, constantly asking various questions.
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"Of course, urban legend can have body temperature."
Some not only have body temperature, but it's also particularly high!
Lu Yibei was getting a little impatient with the questions. After muttering to herself, she interrupted Du Sixian before she could ask a new question, "Alright, let's stop asking questions here for now, okay?"
"Ah? But, you haven't told me about the detailed classifications of the dozen or so types of urban legend! No one has ever made videos like this before. If I make a series of videos on this topic, it will definitely be a hit!" Du Sixian tilted her head. "What do you think?"
Lu Yibei, "..." What do I think? I'm not sure if it will be a hit, but if you really do it, you will definitely be invited for tea by the Night Watch.
After pondering for a moment, Lu Yibei sighed profoundly, pretending to be an Expert, and glanced at Du Sixian with a poker face, "Do you know why urban legend have detailed classifications, but not many people know about them?"
"Do you think it's suitable for an ordinary person like You to know so much? Sometimes, not telling You is actually to protect You, do You understand?"
"If You want to live longer, don't inquire blindly."
Although Lu Yibei's words were partly to deceive Du Sixian, they were also her inner thoughts. Knowing too much is indeed not a good thing.
Just like herself, she saw too many things, didn't she end up like this now?
Furthermore...
The online world has always been a place where rumors are rampant and reality is hard to distinguish from fiction.
The Si Ye Shu says, "Once the number of people who firmly believe in a certain Strange Tale reaches a certain amount, the Strange Tale may become real."
If the idiotic netizens knew the classification of urban legend, what would happen?
Wouldn't that be providing them with real templates, allowing them to create freely?
Heaven knows what kind of terrifying urban legend will emerge then.
Even if they created an evil god, Lu Yibei wouldn't find it strange.
As Lu Yibei thought, she suddenly understood why the Night Watch had so much detailed information on urban legend but didn't make it # Nоvеlight # public.
There must be a factor of "preventing idiotic netizens from truly fabricating urban legend" in this.
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After Lu Yibei finished speaking, she fell silent, staring blankly into the ethereal distance, as if reminiscing about something.
Was it a terrifying enemy? Or the piles of bones of companions behind her after a brutal battle?
She didn't look old, but she seemed to have experienced more than I imagined.
Perhaps, only by experiencing enough can one maintain this calm and steady emotional state?
Du Sixian thought, staring at Lu Yibei's face, trying to grasp something from her expression, but felt that she was like an unfathomable abyss that could never be seen to the end, mysterious and profound.
She was right, it's not suitable for me to know too much now.
I heard that some urban legend, simply by speaking their names, or even just having their names flash in your mind, can lead to madness and misfortune.
Du Sixian thought, nodded to Lu Yibei, and said solemnly, "I'm sorry, I was presumptuous. Thank You for the reminder."
"Okay."
Hearing Du Sixian's words, Lu Yibei snapped out of her daze, nodded, and thought to herself, it's a good thing she's sensible and didn't keep asking questions.
The only thing I know is what I saw in the Si Ye Shu. There's a saying in the Zuo Zhuan, right?
"Although the whip is long, it cannot reach the horse's belly."
If she asked again, I wouldn't be able to help and would have to just make something up.
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Following the direction from which she remembered the sound of a heavy object falling, Lu Yibei walked through the quiet abandoned campus. After about three minutes, the two arrived at the teaching building near the main entrance.
The open space in front of the teaching building was empty. There was a small pit on the ground made by a heavy object, and traces of blood seeped between the cracks of the old tiles, but no injured or dead people were seen.
A long trail of blood dragged forward for a distance, turning into a patch of crimson footprints, and finally gradually disappeared.
Seeing this, Lu Yibei frowned tightly.
From the moment she heard the muffled sound and the woman's scream, she had been constantly imagining the scene. One of her guesses was that one of Du Sixian's companions had fallen from the building.
From the situation here, something similar did happen.
But...
What's the situation now? Where are the people?
Jumped from upstairs, then got up and ran?
Fell from a height and even made a pit in the ground, is it still possible for that person to stand up?
Lu Yibei imagined a scene of a person who was smashed into a bloody mess standing up from a pool of blood and fleeing the scene in a panic, and felt a little creeped out.
Du Sixian, who was beside her, noticed Lu Yibei's frown and thought to herself, "Something is wrong!"
This was the first time she had seen subtle facial expressions on Lu Yibei's face. Although it was just a frown, it probably meant that things were not simple!
Du Sixian thought, and asked in a low voice, "Is there anything wrong?"
"Well..." Lu Yibei pondered for two seconds and said, "I feel the flow of evil energy, but it's not good to make a judgment for now."
Meaning, I'm also panicking about this, but I don't know what happened, so stop asking! Understand?
Du Sixian nodded and smiled meaningfully, "I understand, I understand. You have to maintain a rigorous and cautious attitude until the truth finally surfaces, right?"
"You're clearly an old Strange Tale hunter!"
Lu Yibei, "..."
You...
I'm impressed, corporate-level understanding!
You don't really think I'm some all-powerful person, do you? Lu Yibei thought, but noticed a strange detail.
Why, even though Du Sixian is making such assumptions, I haven't recovered even a tiny bit of Spiritual Energy? She was clearly a match for two just now, and the amount was sufficient!
Could it be that she doesn't see me as a Strange Tale at all now?
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"Should we go up and find my companions now? Their situation might be very dangerous. You definitely won't just stand by and watch, right?"
"Okay, let's go take a look. If I can, I will naturally save them," Lu Yibei said indifferently.
"I knew it! You are indeed a savior! When we go back, we will definitely thank You properly."
Lu Yibei, "..." You don't need to thank me that much, You are all strange, just offer me sacrifices.
Hey, strange? Why did the word "sacrifices" suddenly pop up in my mind?
Lu Yibei was silent and turned to walk into the teaching building, leaving a back view for Du Sixian.
Why do I feel a sense of tragic grandeur in her back view, like a hero going forth never to return?
"Is it because the Strange Tale hidden in this teaching building is too terrifying?" Du Sixian muttered to herself.
Lu Yibei, "..."
Why do my eyes often well up with tears?
It's because of the boast I made, even if the road ahead is paved with glass shards, I have to crawl through it on my knees!
Damn! I shouldn't have said I would save people just to get something for free in the first place!
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Entering the teaching building, a faint musty smell assailed them. The dilapidated and crumbling corridor seemed unchanged, but somehow felt different, although she couldn't put her finger on it.
Perhaps it was quieter than before, making it feel more eerie?
Walking up the corridor, Lu Yibei held the mingwang statue with both hands and walked in front, constantly vigilant against potential dangers that might appear around the corner. Du Sixian followed behind her, half a step behind.
Something seemed to be stirring in the surrounding shadows, observing them secretly.
After walking for about a minute in the tense and oppressive atmosphere, they reached the third floor of the teaching building. Passing through the long corridor, the two arrived at the classroom where they had played the Disc Spirit game earlier.
Just then, Lu Yibei suddenly stopped.
"Expert, You..."
"Shush!"
Lu Yibei made a shushing gesture to Du Sixian and then said in a low voice, "First, go to the window and see what's inside. If there's anything unusual, I'll immediately send You away."
And I'll also make a quick escape... Lu Yibei added in her mind.
Du Sixian nodded upon hearing this and followed Lu Yibei, sticking close to the wall, slowly walking towards the classroom window facing the corridor.
Gradually reaching the window, through the dust-covered glass, a faint, hazy candlelight shone through. Several figures were outlined in the classroom, and bursts of laughter kept coming from inside.
"Haha, Pharaoh, stop pretending, I have all the cards You want, three A's with a pair of 7's, I only have one card left!"
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"Bomb..."
"Damn, Liang Yue? What's wrong with You, bombing Your own people?"
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Du Sixian saw Pharaoh, Liang Yue, and Brazil War God sitting together playing landlord in the classroom, while Yun Meng was quietly napping nearby. They didn't seem to be in any danger, and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Phew!"
She took a step forward, ready to go in and meet up with her companions and persuade them to leave this cursed place together. Just then, Lu Yibei suddenly grabbed her wrist, stopping her from moving forward.
"Expert, what's wrong? My companions..."
"Don't talk," Lu Yibei interrupted. After speaking, she forced herself to endure the burning pain in her eyes and glanced into the classroom again.
Before her eyes, the figures of Pharaoh and the other three gradually faded away like clouds dispersed by the wind, and the candlelight in the classroom also dimmed accordingly.
In the pitch-black classroom, four large rolling suitcases lay quietly there, seemingly filled with something, bulging slightly.
The zippers of the suitcases were pulled open a small section, the slightly gaping cracks like black mouths. Strange whispers and laughter faintly came from the cracks, and along with the whispers and laughter, the suitcases wriggled as if they were alive.
What made Lu Yibei feel even more creeped out was that the style of those suitcases was exactly the same as the rolling suitcase of the girl she had been following who was haunted by a Strange Tale!
Seeing that Lu Yibei had not spoken for a long time, Du Sixian asked doubtfully, "Expert, my companions are all fine, isn't this a happy ending? Why are You..."
Still talking about companions? They've all been boxed up now.
Lu Yibei thought, and said in a low voice, "They are no longer Your companions. We are late. If You believe me, come with me now and leave this place quickly."
Lu Yibei wasn't sure how many urban legend were among Du Sixian's companions before, but she was certain that those people had all become urban legend now!
Go, we must go!
One against four, even if she could win, she probably couldn't protect this Miss. Lu Yibei thought.
"What? What are You talking about? They are in there! I saw them."
Du Sixian said doubtfully, turning to look into the classroom. She saw that her companions seemed to have heard her and Lu Yibei talking and all looked over.
Lu Yibei felt the burning pain in her eyes intensify. She said, "I'll explain later." She was about to forcibly pull Du Sixian away when, at that moment, the sound of a zipper being pulled came from the classroom.
"Ziiip!"
Those suitcases opened, and an arm wearing a blood-soaked jersey reached out from inside...
