Chapter 19: Senior Brother, Run!
After the Decapitated Senior broke free from her restraints and was fortunate enough to be witnessed by the night security uncle, Luxianbei dragged her away, quickly fleeing the “crime” scene.
To be honest, the mix of campuses, cherry blossoms, red-clad female ghosts, and the historically rich old buildings could soon lead to the lovely students of Huacheng University spinning a spine-chilling urban legend.
Gossip is like a living thing; it grows on its own!
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A moment later, inside a small warehouse near the main path of Gate Four at Huacheng University.
Luxianbei listened intently to the faint sound of ambulance sirens coming from outside the warehouse, waiting until she confirmed that the ambulance had gone far before releasing the spell formula that shielded the spirit energy fluctuations surrounding the small warehouse.
Using the spell formula learned from the Siye Society’s “textbook” to shield themselves from the Siye Society’s detection, she had become increasingly skilled at this illegal and chaotic practice lately.
“Click, click!”
In the darkness, the sound of a lighter being flicked echoed twice.
Tiny flames danced, igniting candles, and the dim firelight illuminated the twenty-square-meter small warehouse.
The candles were picked up by Luxianbei; anyway, they were meant for Jin Yecheng to commemorate the Decapitated Senior, and now they were being put to use for her, which seemed fitting.
Inside the small warehouse, several cardboard boxes lay stacked forgotten in the corner, their surfaces covered with stains left behind by mold after d*ath, encrusted with thick dust.
Miscellaneous items collected by the little urban legends were scattered carelessly on the floor: broken ballpoint pens, uncovered lunch boxes, yellowing notebooks… and even the bones of sparrows and mice.
Two white offering candles marked with the character “offering” were placed on the ground, adding a layer of eerie and uncanny atmosphere to the already dilapidated little warehouse.
Two girls crouched down, Luxianbei focused on the time capsule while the Decapitated Senior gazed at her, surrounded by a group of oddly-shaped little urban legends.
This strange scene seemed as if an ancient and evil ritual were being performed.
In the silence, the Decapitated Senior took a deep breath and reached out toward the time capsule. Just as her fingertips were about to touch it, Luxianbei let out a soft cry.
“Wait, don’t touch it!”
Hearing this, the Decapitated Senior quickly retracted her hand as if shocked and looked at Luxianbei, weakly saying, “Is there a problem?”
“Yes!” Luxianbei nodded, “There’s a problem, a big problem!”
Her eyes began to heat up slightly, and in her sight, the two time capsules were surrounded by silky, thick bl**d mist.
Through her spiritual perception, she could detect weak spirit energy fluctuations, along with an uncomfortable, filthy essence.
These two time capsules had only recently been dug up from beneath the cherry tree, yet they had turned into this,
However, if that were all, it wouldn’t be anything major.
The spirit energy fluctuations emanating from the bl**d mist were the remnants of the Decapitated Senior’s fluctuating energy.
In simpler terms, that thing had been coiled for a long time, now it had developed a sheen.
Yet, after multiple observations, Luxianbei finally determined that in the bl**d mist surrounding one time capsule, there was a tiny hint of pure blackness intermixed.
That was likely the source of the heating in her eyes.
Though it was just warmth, not an intense burning sensation, it still implied there was risk involved…
The senior also had no clue about what that scumbag had placed inside the time capsule, making this akin to a blind box; who knows what would come out? It’s best to be cautious!
In thought, Luxianbei stood up, turned, and waved to the little urban legends, “Scatter! Go outside the small warehouse and keep your distance; there could be danger ahead.”
The little urban legends stared at her with their oddly shaped little eyes, unyielding.
Seeing this, Luxianbei pondered briefly, narrowed her eyes, and said ominously, “I’m a bit hungry; I’m prepared to randomly select two lucky little spectators to fill my belly. Who’s in favor, who’s against?”
As soon as she finished, the little urban legends scattered like a scattering wind, disappearing in an instant.
Luxianbei helplessly rubbed her forehead.
Can’t I say something to you in human language?
Oh, they are all urban legends, so no problem then.
While contemplating, Luxianbei looked at the Decapitated Senior, opened her mouth to say something, only to see her shudder, her expression panic-stricken, her gaze flitting, weakly saying, “I—I’m not tasty.”
Luxianbei, “…”
Why did you have such a “cute” thought? Is it because you don’t have a head?
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“Ah—!”
Amid a scream reminiscent of a pig being slaughtered, Luxianbei forcibly dragged the Decapitated Senior out of the small warehouse, tossing her aside, then casually threw the shovel she had used to dig the hole beneath the cherry tree in front of her.
“Senior, please dig a hole.”
“Whom are we burying?” The Decapitated Senior tilted her head, her neck appearing to split open with a grim scar.
Luxianbei looked around at the gathered little urban legends and said earnestly, “Us.”
The little urban legends and the Decapitated Senior, “???”
Seeing this, Luxianbei rubbed her forehead and explained, “Though the vegetation here is dense, there’s not a single cover; if the time capsule explodes when we open it, how will we hide? Better to make some preparations ahead!”
“Oh, oh.” The Decapitated Senior nodded, her neck’s scar opening and closing.
“Alright, you dig; I’ll get ready.”
As she spoke, Luxianbei turned around, focused her thoughts, and opened the channel to the God Realm Prototype, summoning fifty palm-sized paper cicadas and a broken sword.
Watching the paper cicadas on the ground, her gaze tightened slightly as she picked up the Ling Tai Purification and gently sliced a small cut on her left ring finger.
“Hiss—!” Luxianbei grimaced.
As piercing pain shot through her, a bead of bl**d welled at her slender fingertip, and she swiftly extended her hand to touch the foreheads of the fifty paper cicadas.
The motion was like a swift wind, quick as lightning!
Then.
Just after she had finished one-fifth of the task, the wound had already healed.
“…”
Watching her finger return to normal and contemplating the ten thousand paper cicadas stored in Happy Neighborhood, Luxianbei felt increasingly heavy-hearted.
She feared that after “Luxianbei with eighteen stab wounds,” she would soon become “the Calamity enduring a thousand cuts.”
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After repeatedly cutting herself five times to activate all fifty paper cicadas, Luxianbei sat beside, munching on spicy strips while watching the Decapitated Senior dig the hole, like a cold-blooded slave owner exploiting her labor.
Having bled so much, time to replenish!
After a moment.
When the Decapitated Senior successfully dug a hole about three square meters and nearly a meter deep in the woods five meters away from the small warehouse, Luxianbei sprang into action.
As she directed the Decapitated Senior and the little urban legends to hide in the pit, she jumped in, casting ten defensive spell formulas that wrapped the dirt pit in multiple layers.
Glancing at the faint golden light flowing above their heads, Luxianbei nodded in satisfaction.
If Ahua knew that when surrounded at the Danzhu Gu potion pharmacy station, she still had time to steal learn her spell formula, she’d probably be furious, right?
Serves her right, hehe!
Thus, silent chant spell formulas are an essential skill to master because who knows if there’s a little genius stealing a lesson nearby?
As Luxianbei thought, she concentrated her mind and began to control the small paper cicadas.
Controlling these little figures was much easier than controlling 1:1 paper cicadas.
As her thoughts moved, the fifty lying paper cicadas instantly stood up, forming a square array of five rows and ten columns.
“First squad, prepare!”
“Three, two, one, launch!”
With her command, ten paper cicadas moved immediately, wiggling their plump little bodies, taking short-distance leaps into the small warehouse.
Joyfully, like a group of elementary school students playing and running wild on the way home from school.
Once inside the small warehouse, the ten paper cicadas rushed toward the odd time capsule, beginning to unlock the password lock clumsily according to the Decapitated Senior’s provided code.
The password lock had a total of four digits, and just when they had matched two numbers, the ten paper cicadas were corroded by the pure black aura hidden in the bl**d mist, “Poof!” igniting themselves.
Luxianbei had already anticipated this scenario; otherwise, she wouldn’t have prepared fifty paper cicadas for this purpose.
In fact, she initially planned to use a hundred.
Fifty was just the vanguard unit, but after five cuts, she could hardly bear the pain, which prompted her to downsize.
So, before the first ten self-ignited paper cicadas were burned out, the next ten followed promptly, rushing into the small warehouse to take their place.
Forty, thirty, twenty…
When only ten paper cicadas were left standing by, a light sound came from the small warehouse.
“Click—!”
The strange time capsule opened.
In the dirt pit, along with Luxianbei, a group of little urban legends collectively held their breaths, and the surroundings of the small warehouse fell into silence.
Waiting quietly for about ten minutes, the Decapitated Senior turned her upper neck to look at Luxianbei, who wore a serious expression, and asked in a low voice, “Looks like everything should be fine, right? Should we go out and take a look?”
“Wait a bit longer; if nothing goes wrong after an hour, then we can go out,” Luxianbei replied.
If it weren’t for time constraints, I would have wanted to wait for a half-life of uranium-235… Just as that tidbit of trash talk flashed through her mind, a sudden change occurred.
A dizzying whisper erupted from the small warehouse, as if hundreds of people were softly cursing, converging into a buzzing sound.
A fierce, cold wind suddenly burst forth, swirling with black mist, spreading in all directions. Small, unknown spell formulas, like debris caught in the wind, mixed with the black mist.
Where the strong wind passed, the lush vegetation instantly wilted, turning a sickly dark purple. In the blink of an eye, it was reduced to charred piles.
As if burned by something.
“Boom, boom, boom!”
With several thundering sounds, the four walls of the small warehouse began to collapse extensively.
Simultaneously, the black mist and strong wind surged, crashing against the defensive spell formula in an instant, spiderweb-like cracks appearing everywhere, accompanied by sounds like glass shattering in the ear.
The first layer of the defensive spell shattered, then the second, third…
Before all the defensive spells broke apart, Luxianbei frantically reinforced one final incantation, barely managing to resist the corrosion.
However, even though she managed to block it, Luxianbei felt her spirit patterns stir violently and a burning sensation prick at her back when coming into close contact with the black mist.
Little dude is seemingly trying to rebel at this chance.
The Decapitated Senior’s eyes widened as she glanced at the wobbly small warehouse, then turned to Luxianbei, her face etched with disbelief.
“You knew about that time capsule all along?”
“A little, not much…” Luxianbei spoke in a low tone.
What did I know?
I just realized that thing had issues; I never guessed it would be such a big problem!
What kind of cr*p did that scumbag put inside the time capsule? How did it make such a ruckus? Luxianbei pondered.
She initially thought the senior would become a bound spirit solely due to the presence of those two time capsules and her inability to let go.
But now it seemed, things might not be that simple!
As for what was really happening… Luxianbei glanced at the lingering black mist, furrowing her brows.
She could only wait for an hour or so, and once they could go out, she’d investigate.
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On the other side.
In East District, Huacheng, at a “Home Inn” hotel, room 3024.
“Beep——!”
With the sound indicating successful door card reading, the suite door opened.
Li Xuan hurried in, turning on the lights, and his jaw dropped as he saw Huasang lying on the bed, his mouth twitching violently.
On the pristine white bed, a girl’s face was covered in bl**d, quietly lying there. bl**d had saturated the sheets beneath her left hand, at a glance resembling a s*icide scene.
Upon hearing the door shut, Huasang lifted her eyelids, gave Li Xuan a glance, then closed her eyes again.
Seeing that Huasang was still alive, Li Xuan snapped out of it, exclaiming, “Wait, didn’t you say you just had a little injury and needed treatment? You call this a little injury?”
How could a little injury bleed so much?
Li Xuan initially thought Huasang was merely lazy about treating herself when she had called him over, but upon arrival, he found it wasn’t as simple as he had imagined.
“It started as a minor wound.” Facing Li Xuan’s series of questions, Huasang finally replied wearily.
Li Xuan walked over to the bedside, pulling out healing talismans from his pocket while complaining, “Look at you! On one hand, there are three one-finger-deep wounds, and the deepest one shows the bone!”
“How did a minor injury turn into this?”
“…” Huasang opened her eyes, silently watching Li Xuan, and shook her head.
She also didn’t know how it turned into this; she had simply woken up to find her hand had a wound appearing out of nowhere, splattering bl**d everywhere.
You might not believe it, but the hand just split open on its own.
Carefully avoiding Huasang’s bl**d, Li Xuan pressed a talisman onto her wound, grumbling, “Couldn’t you at least treat yourself first?”
“I did, twice.” Huasang replied blandly.
But it was completely ineffective!
In less than thirty seconds, new wounds appeared again.
Thus, after trying to treat herself twice, she chose to give up and reached out to Li Xuan to bring the healing talismans over.
“So you just gave up treatment? Don’t you know, giving up has 15 strokes, but persisting has 16 strokes, and persisting only has a slight edge over giving up—so why not keep going?”
Huasang rolled her eyes at Li Xuan, saying leisurely, “Because sudden d*ath has 17 strokes.”
“Also, Senior Brother, run!” As she said that, she suddenly felt her spirit patterns stir and added slowly.
Li Xuan, “???”
Immediately realizing something, he quickly looked down at his hands and saw patches of eczema emerging on his fair skin, instantly widening his eyes as he looked at Huasang, “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?!”
“Because you have to finish one sentence before saying another,” Huasang replied.
Li Xuan’s lips twitched, his vision darkened, and as his body tilted, he fell to the ground with a thud, convulsing, and foam gathering at his mouth.
