Chapter 79 Seven Inconceivable Things in the Campus 8

Chapter 79 Seven Inconceivable Things in the Campus 8

Feng Bujue had obviously underestimated this ghost’s power. Since he had violated the rule of not looking at the mirror in the song, the enemy before him naturally would not be taken down so easily.

The monster’s reaction speed was fast. It grabbed Feng Bujue’s arm that was holding the wrench, and with a squeeze of the claw, Feng Bujue felt the bones in his right arm snapping. If not for his superhuman resistance to pain, the wrench would have slipped from his fingers.

The shadow’s other claw quickly wound around Feng Bujue’s neck. The latter had to drop the flashlight and phone to pull the clamp around his neck open. Even so, Feng Bujue could sense the air being slowly cut off from his lungs.

The phone and flashlight that fell to the ground were soon consumed by the pool of blood. The only source of light in the room became the lamp inside the last cubicle.

Passing Rain stopped hiding. With one hand over her injury and the other holding the blade, she snuck behind the shadow. Even though her injury was still open, meaning that she would bleed whenever she moved, after ten minutes of rest, her Life Points had recovered slightly, and she knew that if she did not do something, Feng Bujue would die.

Passing Rain raised the sword and slashed it vertically at the shadow’s head. Perhaps behind the shadow’s eyes on the back of its head were all covered by hair, or perhaps because Feng Bujue had attracted the monster’s full aggression by looking in the mirror, the monster ignored the attack that came from behind it. The neck was sliced off, and the head toppled to the ground. The eyeballs crumbled like a bunch of round wooden blocks as if the power holding them together had disappeared.

However, that was merely a temporary respite. Feng Bujue’s legs were still pinned to the ground, and once the rolling eyeballs smeared the blood on the ground, they started to group up again.Nêww chapters will be fully updated at novelhall.com

Feng Bujue and Passing Rain were standing next to each other, but they could not speak. After delivering that slash, Passing Rain’s wound on her waist reopened. She winced in pain as she held the wound. The blood that leaked through her fingers was more than enough of an explanation.

Feng Bujue had come to save the lady, but he was instead had been saved by Passing Rain. Furthermore, his action had triggered the group haunting. If they did not do something to escape from this situation, the only result would be a wipe.

Under that situation, Feng Bujue had an idea in his mind. He turned around again to look at the mirror. Right then, the only light source was on the other side of the room, so the area that was closer to the entrance was shrouded in darkness.

Right then, from the other end of the corridor shuffled in several headless zombies; they made their way toward the two either by crawling on the ground or holding the wall. The two were surrounded, and the only way out was the window. Feng Bujue put the lamp into his backpack and tilted his head toward the window while looking at Passing Rain. From the looks of it, he planned to leave first.

Then, without warning, he jumped out the window. After all, the place was only two floors up. In the game, Feng Bujue was level thirteen, and while there was no actual attribute numbers in Thriller Paradise, as the player’s level increased, so would their physical ability. If level one represented a normal person, then level thirty and above meant the players could walk on walls like the main character in Assassin Creed. For level thirteen, generally speaking, jumping from a two-story building would not cause any injuries.

When Feng Bujue landed on the ground, he was quite surprised himself. He had thought that he would be at least minimally injured, but when he sailed through the air, all he could feel was a lightness of his body, and the landing impact was not that serious. He had lost more Life Points from breaking down the door.

He stood up, clapped his hands, opened his arms, and looked up to prepare to catch Passing Rain. The moon was bright, and Feng Bujue noticed that there were no ghosts around. He planned to lead Passing Rain directly to the canteen after she jumped. With his experience in the toilet, Feng Bujue believed that once they were inside the dimension of a ghost story, some kind of barrier would be formed to prevent them from being attacked by the horde. However, once the ghost story was resolved, the haunting would continue. In a way, this also meant that the two of them could never stop to rest.

Passing Rain did not hesitate for long. Using the moonlight, she aimed for Feng Bujue as she jumped. If she was in a better condition, she would not have needed Feng Bujue to catch her. In fact, she might have been able to jump down from a higher floor just fine, but for now, she needed the aid of her teammate.

After catching Passing Rain, the two shared a look. Both of them thought that the scene was quite awkward. Thankfully, the inability to speak helped naturalize some of the awkwardness.

Since they were already caught in that posture, Feng Bujue decided to just start running without putting Passing Rain on the ground. This choice was more effective than Feng Bujue supporting Passing Rain, which would have been slower. Furthermore, this way, he would be able to enjoy the extra benefit from the Jazz Shoes, albeit with a little bit more exhaustion on the man’s Stamina Points. On top of that, this saved Feng Bujue the trouble of needing to converse using sign language. He carried her directly to the canteen.

After entering the canteen, Feng Bujue placed Passing Rain down on one of the benches. He took out the lamp and placed it on the table before turning swiftly to close the door and using his baseball bat to jam it.

After doing all that, he collapsed across from Passing Rain and released a long sigh. Then, he pointed at himself and flashed two and then three fingers before pointing at Passing Rain, coupling it with an inquisitive gaze.

Passing Rain opened her menu to look at her status. Her wound was still bleeding and only ten percent of her Life Points remained. If she kept moving, she would die from bleeding out. She showed one and two fingers, lowered her head to look at her wound, and then matched Feng Bujue’s gaze again before shaking his head.

Feng Bujue took a deep breath, and a conflicted expression appeared on his face. He could only pray that the last remaining two ghost stories would be like the one in the music room, solvable without combat.

Something suddenly slammed into the canteen’s door, and ear-splitting wails came from outside the door. Shadows flashed through the windows, and soon, there was the sound of glass shattering. It seemed like the haunting really was constantly on their heels, giving them not even a minute to rest.