Chapter 55): O Great Plate Deity, Can You Kill Them?

Chapter 55): O Great Plate Deity, Can You Kill Them?

It took the girls three minutes to discuss the issue of compensation and finalise the amount at 1470 yuan.

Ill give you my contact information. Send me 1470, and Ill send the things to you, Sixian smiled.

Yibei was speechless. How did things turn out this way?

She simply mentioned converting the compensation into equipment for recording videos, but she didnt expect her to sell it.

Its okay! Really! I dont need the equipment.

Oh, but you do! Sixian replied. With the same price, youre only gonna get a set of equipment. With me around, youll get debugging by a professional videographer like me!

Besides! Sixian continued as she slung her arm around Yibei. Since we have the same hobbies, we can partner in the future!

Shed do well as a saleswoman, Yibei thought.

I-I think Ill do fine by myself Yibei muttered.

No! Think about it: Its dangerous for a girl like you to do broadcasts like this alone by herself. I can protect you! Ill have you know Im an expert in Muay Thai!

Ah, we can discuss this later, but first

While speaking, Yibeis eyes drifted towards the oil painting in the corner. Although the girls face was completely obscured by the messy red lines, she swore she could feel gazes coming from the oil painting.

I agree. Something is wrong with that painting, Sixian chirped.

Shouldnt you be running away, then? Yibei thought, but he didnt move to stop her.

Sixian held the camera in one hand and the steel pipe in another, carefully leaning towards the oil painting in the corner.

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She approached the painting as she talked into the camera and stopped a metre away from the oil painting. She used her pipe to toss the cloth obscuring the portrait, and the moment she opened it, she took a big step back.

Yibei frowned. She had no concept of death at all.

Shes reckless.

Yibei followed close behind with the statue, standing guard behind Sixian.

Sixian shone the beam of her flashlight on the oil painting, and Yibei could only frown as she stared at the canvas.

At a glance, she thought that the painting was of a young girl lying on the ground, but that was not the case.

The girl in the painting has her neck, hands, and feet twisted in a strange arc as if they were all broken.

Coupled with the messy red lines drawn on it, it was as if she had fallen from a tall building.

Theres a name written on it Sixian whispered into the camera. Zhao Ke? Is that the painter?

The moment Sixian uttered the name Zhao Ke, Yibei could feel the name resonating out from her mouth, spreading into the deep, dark ends of the entire campus.

Her eyes started to burn slightly, and an ominous feeling filled her heart.

Zhao Ke, why dont you just kill yourself?

You-youre a pervert! Why the hell did you just draw?

The art teacher just feels bad for you; you arent actually good at drawing

Ill break your fingers so you will never ever be able to draw again

The malicious, venomous words kept ringing in her ears, and Yibeis brain swelled.

Suddenly, all the insults died off, replaced with a strong sob.

A phantom of a boy appeared in the corner of the room, holding an oil painting tightly in his arms as if he were guarding something important.

He wore a pair of black-rimmed glasses with bangs that almost covered his eyes. He looked like an ordinary boy.

This must be Zhao Ke.

Yibei felt bad for him. She recalled when there would be bullies in every class. Jealousy is a dangerous disease that seems to affect everyone.

The burning in Yibeis eyes suddenly intensified, and the scene in front of her was like the scenery outside the window of a speeding car, passing quickly, one after another.

She could see a frail student trying to cover the malicious words with white paint again and again, only to have more harmful words scribbled on the canvas.

They were no longer satisfied with seeing him in pain, and they wanted him to suffer. So, they destroyed his painting.

All the images dissolved into darkness, and Yibei floated in that sea of black.

Then

A faint, yellow candlelight dispelled the darkness. Four candles were placed in the four corners of that small, enclosed space. A white porcelain plate was placed in the centre of the room.

Zhao Ke could be seen squatting next to the plate, pressing his bandaged fingers on the plate.

Plate Deity.

However, the Plate Deity game needed at least three people to play, and Zhao Ke didnt have any friends.

So, he made himself some.

The canvas was cut into the shape of a human body, and he painted faces on them. And as soon as he had friends, their dull eyes were illuminated by the candlelight.

O Great Plate Deity, please reveal yourself please

As Zhao Ke repeated the mantra, the white porcelain plate turned and made a soft sound.

And his eyes were painted over with red.

O Great Plate Deity, can you kill them all for me?

In a moment of silence, the necks of the four paper figurines were sliced in half.

A cold wind whispered affirmations into Zhao Kes ears, extinguishing all of the candles as he fell into darkness.