The phantom on the ground was too distorted, so Special Task Force 9 did not risk walking on the ground.
Yin Ren held Zhong Chengshuo and Huang Jin like a sack, with Ge Tingting floating behind him. All his teammates were piled on him, and he flew slowly and carefully, almost forgetting to breathe.
The light green transparent tape intertwined with each other, forming a spider web-like structure, with the sticky surface facing the four people. In the center of the spider web, there was a pile of volleyballs and basketballs that looked like insect eggs. They would occasionally twitch and tilt towards the direction of the four people.
Yin Ren's long hair flew everywhere, but not a single strand of it touched those "spider silks".
The team on the ground was marching busily, and the distorted phantoms continued to throw papers, stationery, or their own body parts. Their heads moved with the four people in the sky, and the itchy scalp-squeezing gaze was particularly strong.
Zhong Cheng raised his head and looked at Yin Ren's face.
Yin Ren's face showed a high degree of concentration and hidden worry about the current situation. It was unclear whether he was too lazy to hide it or not, he never hesitated to show his subtle emotions.
After entering the archives, Yin Ren's emotions undoubtedly became more obvious.
So human-like.
If he didn't care about their lives, Yin Ren wouldn't be so helpless.
A red mist rose from around Yin Ren's body and quickly fell to the ground, like blood pouring down.
But people usually only use the incense tip for a short time, carefully protecting it. This is the first time he has seen someone use it to cause a flood.
The unique cold and evil spirit of the fierce ghost was stirring continuously, and the bright colors of the campus suddenly dimmed by several degrees. The bright sunlight became cold and gloomy, and it showed an abnormal blue color.
The red mist turned black as soon as it touched the ground. It rolled closely on the ground, with varying shades of black, like a pool of stale blood. Only the area near the Bishop's School Building remained bright red, clean and pure, without a trace of evil.
Yin Ren flew across the sky like a flying bird, and rushed to the top of the main building. Seeing the blood mist on the ground getting darker and darker, Yin Ren sighed.
A breath of air spread out from the broken utility knife—
"What's wrong? Does it hurt?" Yin Ren lowered his head quickly.
The next moment, countless black lights shot out.
This ghostly evil was very strange. It came from all directions, and the smell was extremely strong, obviously belonging to an extremely powerful ghost. But it was also very thin and extremely unstable, appearing and disappearing among the chaotic images.
Bang.
In fact, ever since he knew his own abilities, Zhong Cheng said he had been on guard against him. This person's body was always filled with complicated thoughts that he could not decipher.
Huang Jin was stunned.
Huang Jin: “What is this…”
The sound of reading could be heard in the Bishop's School Building. Even though twisted heads were pressed against the windows and bloodstained school uniforms were fluttering in the wind, inside the windows, the students were still attending class seriously.
More than thirty hours after they entered the campus, Yin Ren detected the real ghost.
Zhong Cheng said as he pressed Yin Ren's arm, and through the black cloth, his hands were soaked with the other's body temperature.
The last bit of pure land on this crazy campus.
Huang Jin instinctively turned his head to look at Zhong Cheng and said.
The small campus trembled slightly.
Bang.
Debris fell like snowflakes, and hostility and hatred flowed like sewage.
Yin Ren did not stop attacking. He hung in the air, frowning for the first time. His free hands pierced through his torn robe and cast spells non-stop.
Strange evil thing. So far, Zhong Cheng said that he could only see that this person was obsessed with concealing his identity. As for other purposes, he couldn't analyze it at all.
The library, the laboratory building, the dormitory, the cafeteria… Under the carnival of phantoms, the outlines of these buildings became increasingly blurred. Their neat windows became crooked, filled with sticky dirt. The walls were covered with the scratches of bloody hands, and the originally smooth walls gradually became covered with cracks.
Many phantoms tried to climb up the outer wall of the building. They only climbed past the first floor and then slid down as if they had stepped on oil.
Seeing that there was no way to go, the compass and the basketball formed a spider-like monster and began to climb along the transparent tape to the roof. But before they reach the halfway point, they often tremble violently, fall apart on the spot, and fall to the ground with a clatter.
Hundreds of black and red utility knives rose from the ground and stabbed at the people in the sky. This attack came without warning, and Yin Ren accelerated rapidly. Even so, Huang Jin's backpack was almost cut by the blades.
"Quiet!" Yin Ren shouted.
But even if it was King Yan, he would have to take some time to react when faced with such a situation, right
Huang Jin’s guess was accurate, as he saw what Zhong Cheng was thinking as he wished—an extremely conspicuous “like”.
He did not use his hair to extend, but instead grew two hands from his shoulder blades and quickly made hand gestures. In less than two seconds, countless dark swords of light suddenly appeared around the crowd, and the sword tips rushed in all directions.
Unlike the broken hair he secretly took away, they were still connected to Yin Ren's body and were full of life. At this distance, as long as Yin Ren had a thought, they could pierce his heart in an instant.
What do you like? Those black swords? Blood mist? Or this fear of hanging on a thread
Huang Jin: “?”
Like sharks smelling blood, they rushed towards the sky full of utility knives at high speed. After continuous collisions and dull sounds, countless black and red fragments exploded in the blue sky.
The distorted phantoms tried to follow them into the Episcopal School, but were unable to get in. Guo Laifu and his team walked around the Episcopal School in circles, and the building seemed like an isolated island in a school of sharks.
His brain was about to explode with vigilance and anxiety, and he really couldn't understand this strange "like" and "fun". Huang Jin resolutely looked away and looked at the ground again.
"No." Zhong Cheng said softly, "Let's go to the main school first-"
The situation is at a stalemate.
This is the blood mist technique for detecting extremely small amounts of evil spirits. It is a very rare and ancient human technique. Some old spirit craftsmen will use it to identify top-level cursed spirit weapons.
What are you
Yin Ren's hair was still lying in his chest pocket, already warmed by his body temperature. Through a layer of flesh and a skeleton, Zhong Cheng's heart was beating. The hair moved a little from time to time, as if looking for the warmest place.
He stopped at the edge of the roof and looked down at the crazy campus.
But they just quietly turned over and arched their bodies gently, trying not to be discovered by Zhong Chengshuo.
The campus trembled again, and the fog on the ground was almost black. The air became sticky, and there was an oppressive feeling. The ghosts became more obvious, but it was as if there was a thick membrane between them, and they could do nothing to them.
"Go to Class 2-3 of Senior High School." Yin Ren made a prompt decision.
If there is anything special about the Bishop's School Building, it is that Class 2 and 3 of Senior High School are here, and student Guo Wei is here. This is Guo Wei's biggest, clearest, and most solid memory.
"Shouldn't we have blown up the building?" Huang Jin said bitterly, "It would be much more difficult to escape!"
"No, Zhong Cheng's judgment is correct. He has found the right direction for the 'game'."
Yin Ren dragged his three teammates through the corridor quickly.
"Unfortunately this is not a game. I kind of understand what Guo Wei is thinking... You guys follow me."
Class 2-3, Senior High School, outside the door.
The phantom could not approach the upper floors. Looking out the window, there was still a clear blue sky. Guo Wei stared blankly out the window. Suddenly, his desk shook violently. Guo Wei was so scared that he almost jumped up.
Lei Xiurong slammed his paper on the table and said, "Your handwriting is still not good. Come to my office during the break."
During the break, Guo Wei first ran to the toilet on the first floor.
As soon as he locked the door of the cubicle, his three roommates walked into the bathroom laughing.
"Let's pay for last night's money," one of them said. "Don't buy halvah next week. Grill it instead."
"What's the point of eating barbecue? It's just a few bites of meat. It's better to buy some barbecue chicken. The portion is enough, and we can believe it when we say we can't finish it." Another person said, "In Lao Si's situation, the more he eats, the better - the way he eats steamed bread every day makes me feel depressed."
"Alas, that guy is just too strong. He refuses to eat with us." The third person sighed, "Buy some barbecued chicken, buy some barbecued chicken."
"Wouldn't it be too obvious to leave him the chicken leg?" "Isn't that nonsense?"
Yin Ren leaned against the bathroom sink. Outside the narrow window of the bathroom, the branches of the green trees were swaying gently.
When Guo Wei walked out of the cubicle, his eyes were slightly red. He gave Yin Ren a hard smile and continued to wash his hands.
Bang.
Not far from the small window, between the branches of the green trees, there was a huge man's hand. Its index finger pointed in the direction of Guo Wei. Dry and hard steamed buns and rotten leftovers exploded one after another. The broken bowls smashed against the wall, and the broken porcelain pieces were stained with eye-catching blood.
They just couldn't touch the glass.
The hand shook angrily, and the weak ghost swayed with its movements.
"Teacher Lei, this is not fair, is it? The number of subsidy quotas for our grade is really limited." A faint conversation came from the office, "Guo Wei really does not meet the subsidy conditions. His father has been away from home and has an income..."
"Is his father still a human being?" Lei Xiurong's voice was still sharp. "He didn't raise his child, his wife ran away, and his child's body is covered with scars. He didn't give him a penny and abandoned his child in the village like a dog. Is this called 'not meeting the subsidy conditions'? If that brat hadn't thought about working during the holidays to make money, he would have been able to pass the college entrance examination."
"What you said is true. It's also difficult in our class."
"What a ridiculous difficulty! You think I'm easy to fool? He's just a relative of someone. The number of places for the second year of high school is determined like this. If he has any objections, come to me in person. If he has the guts, fire me!"
Guo Wei knocked on the door, and the sound inside stopped abruptly.
"Come in!" Lei Xiurong glanced at Guo Wei and yelled unhappily, "Look at the lousy handwriting you wrote. You don't take my words seriously, right? You're going to study on your own next class, right? Just copy it here for me. Don't go back until you finish copying."
“… Hey, why are you crying? You start crying after just a few words?” Guo Wei clutched the edge of the test paper. He tried to act calm, but he couldn’t hide his wet eyes.
Zhong Cheng said he was standing in the corner of the teacher's office, watching all this quietly.
"Stop crying, you are still a kid, don't embarrass yourself." Lei Xiurong turned away and said, "I'm going to school, you just write here."
She picked up her books and lesson plans, and added another sentence as she was about to walk out the door.
"There are dried sweet potatoes in the drawer. Eat some of them. You look like a dead person." She said sarcastically, still without turning around. "Don't faint in my office."
Guo Wei sniffed hard and copied the paper neatly.
"Thank you, teacher." He said softly after Lei Xiurong left.
There was a photo of Lei Xiurong and her family on her desk. After Guo Wei finished copying the test paper, he looked at it for a long time.
A huge blood-red eye was next to the office window, its dilated pupil looking straight at the surroundings. On the surface of its eyeball, countless paper money folded into frogs were chirping crazily, and the coins were gathered together like tadpoles, swimming uncomfortably.
But the boy didn't even look at it, he just stared at the photo of Lei Xiurong who didn't have so many white hairs.
After copying the test paper, Guo Wei rushed to the classroom before the self-study class was over. When he turned the corner, he bumped into two girls holding test papers.
One of them screamed and spilled his work all over the floor.
"Are you sick?" a girl with a blurred face shouted angrily, "Don't you even look at the road when you walk?"
"Okay, Qianqian, we didn't look ahead either." The other girl's face was very clear. She was pretty, and it was Li Xiaoya, Guo Wei's neighbor. "Guo Wei, you should go back quickly. Old Chen just went to teach a few questions and made a small class. He even asked where you went."
"But these..."
"I'll ask the janitor to help." Li Xiaoya called to Huang Jin who was not far away, "It won't take long."
She smiled at him and gave him a thumbs-up.
"Yes, I'm sorry." Guo Wei's ears and neck turned red again. He responded hesitantly and wiped his eyes vigorously.
"We see each other every day, why are you still so polite?" Li Xiaoya laughed.
The blood-soaked school uniform and the blade slammed against the corridor window like rain in midsummer. The bright red dirty underwear slid down the window glass without leaving any trace.
Inside the building, it was another ordinary day, like a dream. Student Guo Wei wandered in his biggest, clearest, and most solid memory, continuing his life that no longer existed.
Blooming pomegranates, green grass, countless clear memory details, and a campus that I can never leave even if I die.
Who is the school rule that represents the master's will addressed to
Being unable to leave, does it mean “cannot leave” or “unwilling to give up”
"When powerful demons are born, they must be pure evil and madness if no one intervenes."
Yin Ren leaned against the wall of the corridor, looking at the students and teachers coming and going.
"Guo Wei is a kid who clings too much to the past and doesn't have enough negative emotions."
"But he doesn't want to be trapped here forever." Zhong Cheng said smoothly, "So he wants to use our help to abandon those memories and officially become a powerful ghost?"
"Maybe." Yin Ren looked at the strange scene outside the window again without giving a direct answer.
The more twisted the school is, the stronger the demons around it become. Once the school is completely destroyed, the deepest memory in the child's heart will be drowned in blood and madness...
Guo Wei will be born as a genuine ghost.
The difference between a consciousness that parasitizes on the consciousness of others and a body that parasitizes on the body of others may not be that great. He has always been "nurtured" by Guo Laifu's spirit, but he has not been born yet.
They are in a literal "ghost womb", a situation that has never been seen before.
"No matter what Guo Wei is up to, the game goes on."
Zhong Cheng wiped his glasses and nodded.
"We have Fu Xingchuan's support outside. Since Guo Wei wants to be a ghost, we should just go with the flow."
"Indeed." Huang Jin forced himself to be alert. "This place is a bit like an egg. Those things outside can get in through the cracks. If we can seize the moment when it collapses... Well, we should be able to escape."
After in-depth communication, Fu Xingchuan agreed with the two people's opinions.
"What a pity." Facing the twisted ghost fetus, Minister Fu sighed, "If you weren't in there, this would be a great research opportunity."
"The tough guy is easy to deal with. You guys should seize the opportunity to destroy his key memories. While he is confused, we will help you break out. Bao Linlin, Wang Zhou, I will set up the formation, and you guys record the data."
"yes!"
"Also, in order to ensure that the magic array is not leaked, I will have to wait until 2 a.m. tomorrow to complete it. You still have three chances left, right? Keep Guo Wei stable and protect yourself. Even if the memory is sealed, as long as the person can get out, we have a way."
Huang Jin let out a long sigh, and his tightly furrowed brows finally relaxed a little.
It sounds like they just need to hide for now. When midnight tonight comes, he'll shoot himself in the head, and the remaining two will be fine.
They were finally able to leave this damn place. Huang Jin closed his eyes and relaxed for a while, then looked at the other two strong men.
Zhong Cheng said he took out a pen and paper, using the window sill as his desktop, and was recording something steadily. Yin Ren kept looking at the chaos outside the window, with no sign of relief in his eyes.
Yin Ren stretched out his hand and touched the wall of the Bishop's School Building.
Thousands of years ago, he had come into contact with too many powerful ghosts, and Guo Wei was far from being in despair.
The tiles on the wall were smooth and clean, and there was no dust in the corridor. Beside them, the clear sound of lectures came from the second and third grade classes. Hope and longing were hidden in every corner of memory, shining with clean light.
On the day of the murder, Guo Wei was picked up from school by Guo Laifu and was dismembered by his biological father while he was awake. Despite this shock, he still failed to become a fierce ghost.
Would such a person really suddenly change his mind after half a year
Yin Ren walked to the back door and looked into the classroom. The student sitting behind Guo Wei was poking Guo Wei's back with a smile and whispering something. Student Guo Wei straightened his back, waved his hands helplessly at him, and continued to listen attentively.
Fu Xingchuan's decision is indeed the most sound, but...
Yin Ren left the back door and looked at the ground silently.
While he was thinking, Zhong Chengshuo withdrew his gaze with interest. Yin Ren's hair was stiff on his chest, and he looked quite listless.
Zhong Cheng snapped the notebook shut and said, "The game isn't over yet."
His voice was neither high nor low, and I didn't know who he was talking to.
That night.
The main building was locked, and the group flew to the top of the building.
As the time approached midnight, the monsters on the ground did not disappear. They continued to revel in the campus, and the other buildings were indistinct in the night, as if they were covered by a layer of fog. There were still densely packed monsters outside the barrier, and some even squeezed half of their bodies in.
The front yard of the campus was filled with filth, almost covering the entire building. A sharp blade taller than a flagpole moved up and down, stabbing at the filth. The sky became Guo Laifu's face, and they could almost smell his rotten breath. Thick ghosts rushed through the night wind, making people feel upset.
The nine special dispatch groups were waiting on the rooftop of the Bishop's School Building, preparing for the second and final wave of elimination.
The windows of Class 2-3 of Senior High School were covered with blasting spells, waiting for Fu Xingchuan to finish the preparations. If the destructive power was not enough, Yin Ren's magic could always catch up.
It was 11:59 at night.
"We have complied with Guo Wei's wishes. He probably won't make things difficult for us." Huang Jin had a blank expression, knowing that he was about to be shot. "You two, I'll leave it to you from now on."
"Don't be nervous." Lu Xiaohe said in the headset, "Many powerful people can play with memory. Even if it doesn't go smoothly, we still have ways to deal with it."
"I didn't—"
Before Huang Jin could finish his words, he suddenly choked.
Just like when he was attacked by the flesh ear, Huang Jin's pupils dilated, sweat broke out on his forehead, his breathing became unusually rapid, and his features blurred. Yin Ren acted decisively and activated the sleeping spell, instantly wrapping Huang Jin up like another hair coffin.
A red rope without a beginning or an end fell from Huang Jin's feet.
It exudes a murderous force so weak that it is almost non-existent, and is carefully hidden by the evil spirit.
Huang Jin fell just before midnight. At midnight, only Yin Ren and Zhong Cheng were standing on the rooftop.
The rustling sound of the radio was heard.
"Welcome to Qingjiang City No. 16 Middle School, welcome to the last day of your life."
There was a malicious smile in Guo Wei's voice during the broadcast.
"For those who have not successfully left the school, teachers and families, please choose to remove your place."
"Play your best memory and leave it here."
"Stay here forever."
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