Chapter Sixty: Am I Seeing Things?
Lu Liangting couldn’t think of any other way out. It wasn’t that he was giving up willingly; he was simply out of options, trapped in a dead end with no exits. To make matters worse, the ghost at the door wasn’t just any ordinary evil ghost. If he dared to open that door, he was definitely signing his own d*ath warrant.
Ghosts aren’t human. If it were a person, he could try to fight back. But that thing outside only needed to do a simple ghost-wall trick, and he’d be careening around the second floor of the canteen like a headless fly.
But he wasn’t in despair yet. Even in a dire situation, he maintained a basic level of calm. Since he couldn’t go out, he might as well let the two ghosts who had helped him numerous times do the work. It was the least he could do for them.
“Don’t struggle, don’t refuse. You’re not like me; your lives were tragically short, and your unfulfilled wishes haunt you. That’s my fault for being so weak, always needing you to save me while failing to keep my promises.”
“I apologize once again.”
Lu Liangting felt his pen tremble slightly in his hand, even the ominous envelope he usually kept as a trump card was emanating a chilling aura.
Those two ghosts wanted to come out, but he was forcefully holding them back. At that moment, making an exit would equal s*icide. The ghost outside was deadly, and to make it worse, this guy had a habit of eating ghosts. The few who had come before hadn’t just been killed; they had been dismembered and devoured.
“If you can get out, please find another host. I can recommend a place called Sunshine Apartments. On the fourth floor lives a young girl named Zhao Mingyue; she’s a good person and can help you.”
“Oh, and there’s also a female ghost in the Sunshine Apartments. I don’t know her name, but she wears a white dress and is about fifteen or sixteen, quite pretty, with a red bow in her hair. If you see her, you can ask for her help.”
“And whatever you do, absolutely DO NOT go up to the fifth floor!”
As he spoke, the wooden door behind him couldn’t hold much longer.
Lu Liangting knew that the ghost outside was doing this on purpose. It could have just passed through the wall, but it chose to bang on the door instead; it was typical. Many ghosts thrive on the fear of the living to enhance their power. There was always more pressure in banging than simply walking through.
But this also hinted at something: the ghost outside was quite intelligent. Scaring people into fear requires a level of cunning that most ghosts lack. Most are about as smart as a single-celled organism, endlessly repeating acts of violence according to their past obsessions.
Ding!
A crisp sound rang out; it was the sound of a talisman shattering.
Lu Liangting’s heart sank. He took a step back and his hand moved to the doorknob.
With just a little pressure downwards, that ghost could get inside.
Taking a deep breath, Lu Liangting chose to accept the fate brought on by his arrogance. He’d known it was dangerous, yet still rushed here to find Shen Shuyun; this was the price of impulsiveness.
“Remember what I just told you!” Lu Liangting reminded them in his heart as he placed his other hand on the exposed handle of a butcher kn*fe sticking out of his backpack.
This thing had tasted a lot of bl**d and was way more effective against ghosts than any peach wood sword.
He was going to use this to buy himself some time.
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“That’s definitely him.” Shen Shuyun stared intently at the burly red-clothed old man by the kitchen door on the second floor, feeling parched.
She licked her lips. “Doc, you want me to finish the job, right? Take him down—but leave him breathing. Once that’s done, I can tell you the real identity of a certain someone.”
Old Principal was extremely powerful; she could barely handle ordinary evil ghosts, let alone this red-clothed one.
If she weren’t in a new identity, she could have easily taken him on, but unfortunately, that wasn’t the case now.
The good news was, she had a terrifying monster by her side.
She guessed Bai Yu’s identity and had even spoken it aloud—not looking for trouble but wanting Bai Yu to show her true strength without holding back.
As for whether the doctor would take her down afterward? Who cares!
Countless threads of bl**d writhed in her palms, eventually forming a bl**d-red long blade.
The blade pointed down, while her left hand turned the bl**d threads into two thick chains. Taking a half step forward, her figure morphed in an uncanny way, disappearing before suddenly reappearing ten meters away, closing in on the snarling old man demolishing the door.
Her left hand slammed into the wall, arm-bound chains piercing into it, and the two thick chains lunged like a dragon diving into the ocean, popping out half a meter away only to arc in again, repeating the motion in less than half a second until they were right beside the old man.
The old man finally noticed Shen Shuyun and Bai Yu; his face changed dramatically as one of the spiked chains shot toward his feet from the wall.
His first instinct was to jump up to avoid being ensnared.
But just as he leaped, Bai Yu’s figure flickered, appearing in front of the old man in an instant.
Swish!
Her long blade sliced through the air with a terrifying wail; the old man only saw a flash of light beneath him before his legs went numb.
Having just jumped, he had no time to evade, only able to twist his body desperately.
That deadly blade was simply unavoidable, moving so fast that his eyes couldn’t track it; just a few bloodlines flashed, and his hands went numb.
Thump!
A gash appeared in his throat, deep enough to see bone, while an icy feeling radiated from his chest. Looking down, he could even see through the wound to his back. His eyelids twitched, unable to believe that this was the kind of damage a kn*fe could inflict.
What was scarier was that this damage occurred in the blink of an eye while he was airborne, and as he descended, that blade was already waiting for him.
What was once a robust figure now resembled a toy dismantled by violence.
To be honest, the old man was completely stunned.
He had simply made one wrong decision: just choosing to jump.
How much time is there from jumping to landing?
When that chain swept toward him, he could’ve stepped back or jumped—such a tiny mistake.
At that moment, the wooden door nearby creaked open, and a kn*fe hadn’t even come down yet before it hesitated in the air.
At that moment, their eyes met.
Lu Liangting stared blankly at Bai Yu, who turned her head to look at him too.
“I…”
Lu Liangting gulped, his peripheral vision catching sight of the Old Principal still hanging on the blade.
