Chapter 77 Seven Inconceivable Things in the Campus 6

Chapter 77 Seven Inconceivable Things in the Campus 6

The choice was to have faith in his teammate’s ability or his own judgment. With the time ticking down, Feng Bujue had to come to a decision soon. The internal struggle was more pressure applied by the system other than fear. Regardless of how Feng Bujue made his choice, the fact that he had chosen to tussle with the system meant that he had already lost. Because he had been distracted to consider something that he would never come to a concrete decision on, and that would only bring him danger.

Right then, the sound of a baby crying suddenly entered Feng Bujue’s ears. He turned to the voice, and it came from the corner of the dark corridor that expanded before him. He did not hurry toward it but instead lowered his head to look at the time. It was 00:40:27. Another eighteen seconds, and he would have missed his chance to make the call.

In the end, he still made the choice to press the speed-dial button. Even though they had just finished one scenario together, he had faith in Passing Rain’s ability. Furthermore, he knew that if he did not make this call, in the next fifteen minutes, the other party would be placed in the same spot as him, suffering from the same psychological pressure.CHeCk for new stories on no/v/el/bin(.)c0m

At the very least, he had come to the decision that as long as the situation permitted it, the call had to be made. Regardless of whether the call would be connected or not, at least this proved that one of the parties was safe. In terms of probability, as long as the call was made, there was a fifty percent chance that neither of them would earn the ghosts’ ire, but if the call was not made, the probability would be raised to one hundred percent, and one of them would suffer.

The call only rang once before Passing Rain picked it up. "I’m fine, don’t worry."

"Er..." Feng Bujue was glad to hear her voice, but he could not help himself from saying, "Didn’t you say... not to ask about the other’s condition?"

About two seconds of silence followed. Then Feng Bujue heard a beep, and the next second, the call ended.

There was only one explanation. While Passing Rain did not intend to insult, the annoyed lady leveled a curse word at Feng Bujue and then hung up the phone.

Listening to the busy tone that followed the beep, Feng Bujue stood baffled and slowly moved the phone to before his face. "Hey! What’s the meaning of this? How could you hang up on me? It was you who said we shouldn’t update each other on our conditions, okay‽ And now you cursed me for it? The fact that you could voice it means that you think you’re right?"

He widened his eyes and growled at the phone. However, the call was already over, and Passing Rain could not hear him; he was merely venting for the sake of it. "Idiot? Dummy? Retard? What else can it be? What exactly have I done? As indignant as you were, there’s no reason for you to hang up on me, right? I knew I shouldn’t have made that call!"

The sound of a baby crying became more obvious, and like the lyrics in the song, "Wu wa wa, wu wa wa... The baby’s cries fill your ears."

Feng Bujue closed the flip phone and held it in his left palm. He also held the flashlight in that hand as he pulled out the kitchen knife with his right hand and jogged forward.

After turning around the corner, he instantly saw a basket on the ground; it was the kind of bamboo basket that people carried to picnics. There was a baby lying inside the basket. The baby was swaddled in a white towel, and only his head was showing. He did not look particularly scary. Like a newborn, his eyes were closed, and he had not grown into his features.

Feng Bujue groaned audibly and then squatted down to look at the baby. In a calm tone, he said, "Tell me what do you want. You have thirty seconds, or else I’ll help you transplant your little head."

The baby continued to cry, and in fact, he cried even harder. The crying became shrill, like the sound of nails clawing down a pane of glass, designed to make one’s heart quiver.

"All you do is cry!" Feng Bujue raised his voice. "I’m telling you, I’m still counting the time!"

He remembered the other use of this item. After putting on the equipment, with the help of the flashlight, Feng Bujue scanned every dead body in the corridor carefully. If the ghost baby was creating the illusion, it could be traced. As he expected, when his eyes fell on a dead body that appeared hollow, the Eyes of Hostility reacted. There was a monster there that was targeting the player.

Feng Bujue took large strides toward it and raised the wrench without hesitation. The monster that was heavily injured had no choice but to accept its fate.

"Main quest progress updated. Explore Ye Jie Elite Academy to resolve the seven supernatural phenomena. Current progress, 3/7"

"Main quest progress updated. Explore Ye Jie Elite Academy to resolve the seven supernatural phenomena. Current progress, 4/7"

Almost at the same time, the system came out with those two notifications. This meant that while Feng Bujue landed the final blow, Passing Rain had also completed the mission related to the thirteenth step.

"Hmm..." Feng Bujue huffed and said self-deprecatingly, "Looks like I was worried for no reason."

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In the main building, Passing Rain leaned against the wall and slid to the ground. Looking past her into the corridor, the path was filled with the bodies of countless monsters, and the blood combined to form a river. The heavy stench of blood and number of monsters were enough to chase anyone away. But at that moment, the only living human around did not have the energy to move anywhere else.

The lamp and sword were placed next to her. She held the phone in her right hand while her left hand was covering the flesh wound on the right side of her waist. She was bleeding heavily, with blood oozing out between her fingers.

This dimension connected to the thirteenth step was inescapable once she stepped into it. There was no place to run or hide. The dimension was filled with monsters, and some of them looked horrid enough to make her Terror Points rise with their appearance alone. Those who stumbled in there were either killed and became part of the ghost army or, like Passing Rain, massacred all of them.

During the previous call, Passing Rain’s situation had not been that good; she had been lying when she told Feng Bujue that she was fine.

At the time, she had been in the middle of a battle. Even though she was already injured, she was in control enough to adjust her breathing and pick up the phone at first notice. She also understood that she would only become an unnecessary burden on her teammate if she showed any sign of weakness.

Since Passing Rain had killed all the monsters in the dimension, she needed to rest. Her Stamina Points was slowly recovering, but she did not have a method to cure her bleeding status. The only way she could stop her Life Points from dropping was to stop moving and keep her hand pressed over the wound.

The system would not treat this as AFK-like behavior because the player had to stop moving due to a specific reason. Under normal difficulty, the system wouldn’t be cruel enough to force dying players to keep moving, but things might be different in nightmare difficulty.

Passing Rain paid attention to the time on the phone; there were still ten minutes to the next call. She did not wish to attract the haunting in her current condition, so she had to make the call when it was her turn.

In the previous communication, Feng Bujue had felt blown off, while Passing Rain had felt wronged. Objectively speaking, both were responsibility, but the main responsibility was still on Feng Bujue’s shoulders for saying that unsavory thing at the wrong time.

No matter where, no matter when, even if you are right, a man should never try to point out the contradiction in a woman’s words.

Drip drop... drip drop...

Just as Passing Rain thought that she could catch her breath, from the darkness down the hall, the sound of water dripping suddenly began.