Chapter 19: The Incomplete Diary
In the empty teaching building, amidst the darkness, screams echoed.
The boy struggled to get up, his face filled with terror as he looked at the girl ahead. “You… what are you doing? Why are you attacking me? Help, help, she’s killing me!”
The boy shouted hoarsely, bl**d mixed with chunks of internal organs occasionally spewing from his mouth.
This can’t go on any longer; she seems like a madwoman, and begging for mercy doesn’t have any effect on her. The boy examined Lu Yibei’s expressionless face, secretly contemplating.
Having lost the element of surprise, he could only fight desperately for a chance at survival!
His expression darkened as he clenched his fists tightly, but…
The moment his fingers twitched, the Ming King Statue wrapped in spirit energy came howling, smashing his entire arm into the floor, spiderweb-like cracks spreading across the old tiles.
When his body shifted slightly, his chest took a heavy blow.
Even a twitch of his mouth would result in the bronze statue smashing him.
As long as he moved, he would be hit.
Does she really have no compassion at all? he thought, just like those urban legends that have completely lost their reason.
Watching the boy’s body gradually deform, Lu Yibei furrowed her brow, appearing calm but actually panicking.
How is he still not dead? Is his health bar this thick? He shouldn’t be the strongest urban legend in this school, right? If I smash him like this, will it make too much noise and attract other urban legends?
d*mn, he moved again!
Seeing the boy blink, Lu Yibei immediately raised the Ming King Statue and smashed down towards his head.
“DUANG! DUANG!”
After a fierce assault, he still hadn’t died, but a horrific hole appeared on his face; his cheekbone shattered into pieces, half of his face caved in, covered in bl**d.
Uh, this doesn’t really count as some sick obsession with beating a corpse, right? Lu Yibei thought.
I don’t even know where his weakness is. To prevent him from causing trouble, I can only hit wherever he moves, which is quite reasonable, right?
The urban legend nearing annihilation finally couldn’t help but let out a strange howl, “Ugh—! Try hitting me one more time!”
“DUANG!”
Lu Yibei shrugged, everyone saw it! He told me to hit him, so I did; I’ve never heard such a twisted request before!
Under continuous fierce assaults, the boy had become very weak, and seeing the Ming King Statue about to come crashing down again, he hastily pleaded with Lu Yibei, “Don’t… don’t k*ll me, please!”
Lu Yibei’s high alert did not give the boy any chance to sneak attack; he could only continue to tough it out.
Maybe that unconscious girl over there could serve as a hostage? As he thought, his gaze drifted toward Du Sixian in the locker. If he could find a way to get close…
It’s only two to three meters away; if she relaxes her vigilance slightly, I can do it!
Thinking this, he continued, “I’m really just an ordinary student; please let me go? I can give you the money and phone I have, as long as you…”
“Shut your mouth!” Lu Yibei tilted her head and coldly interrupted, “You’re called Xu Feng, right?”
“Uh… how do you…”
When Lu Yibei said the name “Xu Feng,” the boy visibly paused, confusion and panic flashing in his murky eyes.
Seeing such an expression from him only confirmed Lu Yibei’s suspicions.
“Although you’re acting well, logically, with your acting skills and this bloody effect, there’s always a ‘but,’ right?”
As Lu Yibei fell silent and slowly raised the Ming King Statue, panic and confusion flashed in the boy’s eyes, “…But what? What does she know?”
Hmph! Are you panicking? Lu Yibei scoffed internally, but I’ve seen you in the illusion regarding Zhao Ke!
Yes, she clearly remembered the face of this boy; Xu Feng was among those Zhao Ke had requested the spirit board to k*ll.
If she encountered him elsewhere, Lu Yibei might have had some doubts about his identity, but meeting him at Shihhekou Middle School, he was undoubtedly an urban legend.
What if he’s not an urban legend…
What then? She couldn’t show mercy to a potential threat because of an extremely small probability, right? That would only cause trouble for herself!
The boy stared blankly at Lu Yibei, privately pondering why she knew that name, the name he had nearly forgotten?
Could it be that she was also a student at this school?
Before the boy could comprehend how Lu Yibei had learned his name, the copper shadow came howling again, and a dent suddenly formed in his forehead, revealing a pitch-black gap, the skin around the gap cracking as if it were dry paint.
An indescribable “fragrance” emanated from the gap, like a hook pulling at Lu Yibei’s nerves, causing a surge of hunger in her stomach, and she couldn’t help but swallow lightly.
“You… why are you hitting me again? I clearly didn’t…” The boy said, his tone a bit aggrieved.
“You didn’t move? But you were staring at me!” Lu Yibei interrupted. “I have reason to suspect you’re plotting something strange.”
The boy, “…”
Why did he stop talking? Lu Yibei thought, could he be concocting some skill that only activates when he’s low on health? d*mn, I’m so hungry, getting hungrier by the second, I just had a refill…
If only I could infuse spirit energy into the Ming King Statue like last time and deliver a fatal blow.
But last time it acted on its own, and I have no idea how to make it absorb me again. So, I personally prefer to keep control of such matters!
Lu Yibei thought, her peripheral vision drifting to the Ming King Statue, silently screaming in her heart.
Come on, Ming, absorb me! Harder, don’t hold back for this delicate flower; greedily and shamelessly absorb me!
As if sensing her thoughts, the Ming King Statue suddenly trembled slightly, emitting a low humming sound, the strange and familiar allure resurfacing.
Soon after, Lu Yibei felt a warm current; her eyes split and flowed through her body, rushing toward the Ming King Statue along her arms.
Just then, a sharp pain suddenly pierced her chest, like a sharp claw brutally squeezing her heart, causing her chest cavity to bleed profusely.
The bl**d that flowed gathered into a cold, malevolent aura, racing into the Ming King Statue before the warm current could arrive.
In the next moment, the Ming King Statue was suddenly stained with a dark red hue, its glaring eyes now embedded with a bloodthirsty malice, even the reverberating mantra carried an eerie and ominous tone.
The boy didn’t understand why Lu Yibei’s spirit energy fluctuation had suddenly shifted from domineering and fervent to so evil; the terrifying oppressive feeling made him tremble uncontrollably.
“You can’t k*ll me! I’m his follower; if you k*ll me, he won’t let you go!”
“But I’m hungry… very hungry…”
Amidst the bl**d-red glow, Lu Yibei revealed a strange smile, her eyes flickering with a crimson light, and for a moment, beneath that shell, her soul seemed to transform.
“DUANG——!”
The Ming King Statue suddenly smashed down, piercing through the boy’s chest, and in an instant, dark red bl**d enveloped the entire classroom.
Cold spirit energy rushed into his body through the gap the Ming King Statue had created in his chest, like a swarm of bloodthirsty snakes, biting like crazy.
Accompanied by a chilling and strange scream, his body began to collapse from the chest, turning into a thin sheet of paper in the blink of an eye.
Then that piece of paper seemed to be torn apart by invisible hands, exploding like fireworks, the painted paper scraps scattering throughout the room like a dirty snow.
The surge of hunger and an inexplicable rise in murderous intent made Lu Yibei dizzy, strong emotions surged as if igniting a flame from deep within her soul, making her whole body feel like a scorching copper furnace, causing her awareness to gradually drift away.
Then everything fell silent.
When she regained her senses, she saw the scattered paper scraps and the core of the urban legend not far in front of her, momentarily stunned.
What just happened? Where did that urban legend go? Wait, is this its core? Why did it suddenly drop dead?
It was a thin sheet of paper, shaped like a page torn from a diary, a filthy, murky black mist flowing across its surface as if alive.
This was the second time Lu Yibei had seen the core of an urban legend; she gazed at the incomplete diary, her brows slightly furrowing.
Eating a diary… um, it’s definitely better than consuming those weird eyeballs that would cause those with trypophobia to d*e on the spot.
She thought, somewhat self-soothing, as she stepped forward to pick up the core of the urban legend. Its leather-like texture and dark yellow color reminded her of dry, wrinkled human skin.
She examined the core of the urban legend closely, silently reading the words inscribed on it.
[May 17, Overcast.
Why did Lin Yiqi give the gift I gave her to Xu Feng?
Why did she make me run errands for him? Why did she want me to hide in the locker and watch them be intimate?
She even deliberately showed off her body in front of Xu Feng!
Enough, I’ve had enough! I will make you regret forever! I swear! I will ruin you!]
“Hiss——!” Feeling the obsession and madness of unrequited love leaking from the diary, Lu Yibei inhaled sharply.
Does this mean it’s Zhao Ke’s diary? Is this about someone stealing a girlfriend? This girl is also quite twisted; not only did she cheat, but she also wants to stir things up in front of her husband…
Tsk! That’s why there’s a certain rationality in discouraging early relationships. Look at Zhao Ke’s group; their entangled relationships have caused so many issues!
Lu Yibei hadn’t considered the elements of romantic m*rder in this story and shrugged dismissively before carefully zipping her coat and securely storing the core of the urban legend in her close pocket.
She didn’t know how to eat this thing; it would be bad if she swallowed it hastily and had an adverse reaction. Lu Yibei thought, that when she returns, she would ask those guys at home and make some plans.
“By the way! Don’t you dare sneak a bite!” Lu Yibei patted the sleeve of her coat, issuing a warning.
The coat seemed to respond, raising its hood and affectionately rubbing against Lu Yibei’s cheek. “Ziz!” it zipped up all the zippers, as if assuring her, “I absolutely won’t steal from you!”
Lu Yibei was quite satisfied with the coat’s response, nodding slightly before looking at the scattered paper scraps and falling back into thought.
She still didn’t know who that “he” Xu Feng mentioned was; was it Zhao Ke? Or the spirit board summoned by Zhao Ke?
The term “follower” was not new to her; it should mean a lackey or subordinate, right? She wasn’t sure how to deal with it…
While Lu Yibei was thinking, a strange tune from outside the window interrupted her thoughts. Just as she turned her attention to the music, a scream suddenly shattered the campus silence.
“Liangyue, come down quickly, don’t… ah——!”
After the scream, a heavy thud echoed from above.
In an instant, a sense of ominous foreboding surged wildly in Lu Yibei’s heart, like restless tentacles wreaking havoc.
