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Female ghost: "Huh?"

She is a female ghost who diligently kills people. Whenever an unlucky person appears, she will use all sorts of cunning methods to kill them. As for how she obtained this powerful ability, it is not important.

Everything just happened so naturally.

Having seen countless sacrificial offerings screaming and fleeing, this was the first time she had encountered someone directly blocking her way.

It's like playing hide-and-seek; instead of running, they stand still.

Has he lost his mind?
The incident happened so suddenly that the female ghost was somewhat bewildered.

"Is this an independent world?" Tan Wenjie was quite satisfied with the female ghost's obedient expression. "Will the outside world notice anything unusual about this place?"

The female ghost nodded at first, then realized that she might have been too easy to talk to, so she snapped her neck with a "crack", turned her head halfway around, and turned it sideways, with black blood gushing out of her mouth.

"Roar!" she roared.

"A dialect?" Tan Wenjie asked in confusion, wiping the blood from his face. "Do you recognize me?"

"Roar!" The female ghost nodded.

But because her head is completely turned to the side, you could say it's nodding up and down, or you could say it's shaking her head left and right.

"You turned your head sideways, is that a shake of the head or a nod?"

The female ghost opened her mouth, about to show her tonsils again, when a finger gently poked her forehead.

"Boom!!" Lightning exploded.

Looking at the swirling ashes of the female ghost before him, Tan Wenjie shook his head in disappointment: "Her strength is quite average."

This consumed a lot of his magical power, and he had a severe fear of running out of magical power.

This suggests that the female ghost possessed extraordinary strength, capable of instilling a strong sense of crisis in him.

His ears twitched slightly, and he quickly turned his head to look at the school building.

There were screams; others must have encountered ghosts too.

"Clone?"

Some female ghosts with high levels of spiritual power can use clones to kill people. It's not a particularly sophisticated method; it's essentially a contest of resentment.

Tan Wenjie strolled leisurely through the school, because he had already realized that, apart from the photographer Ade, none of the people chosen to be "sacrificed" here were human.

They seemed trapped in this space, endlessly participating in this cycle of hunting games unique to the female ghost.

"Watch out, someone's dead!" A passerby rushed over. "Something's wrong here. I've noticed Wenyao is acting very strangely. He might not be himself anymore."

Looking at the other person's eyes glowing with an eerie blue light and the black patterns constantly writhing on his body, Tan Wenjie couldn't help but retort, "Dude, you look more suspicious."

Even a fool could see that he was the one who was possessed.

"Wait, you! -- Roar!" Passerby A, spitting blood, lunged at Tan Wenjie.

"Damn, you're coming back?"

Another bolt of lightning struck, and the passerby vanished without a trace.

Tan Wenjie looked down at his palm, his expression grave: "This female ghost is indeed too dangerous."

My disdain was quite obvious just now, and I couldn't control myself and increased the force of my blow.

Following the last wisp of black smoke, Tan Wenjie approached the building ahead, but it was too dark to see clearly what it was.

He stopped at the entrance of the building, and a series of hurried footsteps came from his right.

"Hey, hey!" the person was still calling out.

Tan Wenjie turned his head and saw that it was Zheng Lin'en who had come.

Everything here is affected by the female ghost. Just a moment ago, everyone was standing together on the ghost bridge, but in the blink of an eye, they were all alone, and no one noticed anything was wrong.

"Are you alright?" Zheng Lin'en ran over to Tan Wenjie after seeing him.

Then, without saying a word, she began to examine Tan Wenjie's body, her little hands groping haphazardly.

Tan Wenjie: "?"

He had reason to suspect that the other party was trying to take advantage of him.

"Phew, looks like everything's alright." Zheng Lin'en breathed a sigh of relief.

"..."

I never knew it could be done this way. I was just worrying about people unnecessarily before.

"Are you alright?" Tan Wenjie raised his hand.

We're all on the same team. Putting aside vulgar thoughts like "it's not right to retaliate," "groping," or "grabbing breasts," he was still very worried about Jung Lin-eun's safety.

"What are you doing?" Zheng Lin'en stepped back, crossed her arms, and asked warily.

I'm worried about you.

"But you were clearly trying to touch my breasts just now."

“In the face of a life-threatening crisis, there is no distinction between men and women. Just think of me as a gynecologist.” Tan Wenjie reached out his hand again.

Zheng Lin'en asked, "Are you an obstetrician/gynecologist?"

Tan Wenjie shook his head decisively: "No."

"..."

Zheng Lin'en remained silent, unsure of what to say. She couldn't very well admit that the pectoral muscles she had just touched were quite firm.

"Okay, I was just trying to scare you." Zheng Lin'en suddenly clutched her stomach and laughed.

Tan Wenjie: "..."

The acting in the fake smile was so bad that it was almost unbearable to watch.

After a second of regaining her composure, Zheng Lin'en said with a serious face, "I actually discovered it a long time ago. This is a supernatural horror game that the senior students play."

“How come you see?”

"You don't actually believe in ghosts, do you?"

Tan Wenjie turned around and looked around at his surroundings. It was dark at night, with dark clouds overhead and occasional cold winds blowing.

Looking up at the rooftop again, they saw a figure dressed in white with flowing black hair looking down at them. In the blink of an eye, the figure vanished without a trace.

"Maybe...no?" Tan Wenjie replied somewhat uncertainly.

"correct."

Zheng Lin'en was very satisfied with Tan Wenjie's reaction.

She leaned closer to Tan Wenjie, tiptoed, and whispered, "So, we have to pretend we don't know anything, like playing a role-playing game, helping our seniors fight demons and monsters."

"Great idea!" Tan Wenjie praised.

They actually treated all of this as an act.

Should we say the other party is a staunch materialist, or simply too slow to react?

“I know a place where the Seven Star Sword is kept,” Zheng Lin’en said. “As long as we get the Seven Star Sword, we can subdue demons and monsters and achieve final victory.”

Tan Wenjie asked, "You're not going to suggest splitting up next, are you?"

Jung Lin-eun asked, puzzled, "How did you know?"

"..."

That's how it's always portrayed in horror movies. If they were separated, Jung Lin-eun would definitely be the first to die, because she has already met one of the prerequisites for dying suddenly in a horror movie: not believing in ghosts.

Seeing Tan Wenjie remain silent, Zheng Lin'en exclaimed in realization, "Oh, you're scared, aren't you?"

"..."

“Just follow me,” Zheng Lin’en said confidently. “My seniors are scaring people, so it’s my duty to protect you.”

The two entered the building.

It was still pitch black.

Even when the switch is pressed, the light doesn't respond.

This place is completely under the female ghost's control; she has a very clear advantage in terms of terrain. "What's directly above us?" Tan Wenjie asked.

"It looks like the men's restroom."

"I need to use the restroom."

Although Zheng Lin'en felt that something was not quite right, she still nodded: "I'll take you there."

She really wanted to ask if Tan Wenjie would say he was hungry if she said there was a restaurant upstairs.

Feeling his way up the stairs in the dark, Tan Wenjie arrived at the men's restroom and pushed the door open.

Only the moonlight streaming in through the window barely illuminated the toilet, but the tightly closed toilet stall doors completely shut out the faint light.

Half of the men's restroom was bathed in the cold moonlight, while the other half was completely shrouded in darkness.

At the boundary between light and darkness, a person plunged their head into a bucket of water on the ground, their body stiff, clearly dead.

"It's Tianming!" Zheng Lin'en's voice came from the doorway.

"This is the men's restroom," Tan Wenjie turned and reminded him.

"It was real after all, not a prank." Zheng Lin'en's expression turned serious.

She came over and pulled Tan Wenjie outside.

"Don't worry, I told you I'd protect you."

After walking towards the stairwell for a while, Zheng Lin'en was surprised to find that she had been standing still the whole time. When she turned around, the men's restroom was still behind her.

It's a ghost wall!

But Zheng Lin'en didn't scream or collapse to the ground. Instead, she said unhappily, "If you're so capable, go find the person who killed you and take revenge. What kind of trouble are you causing me here?!"

After Zheng Lin'en unleashed a torrent of angry words, the "ghost wall" actually disappeared.

Tan Wenjie: (⊙⊙)
Zheng Lin'en tugged at his sleeve and said, "Come on, let's go get the sword!"

What a fearless materialist! Even after personally experiencing paranormal events, he remained calm.

Such a promising talent! Even Tan Wenjie couldn't help but feel a surge of admiration for him.

He knew very well that if he wanted to accomplish everything in this world, he had to avoid fighting alone, unite all forces that could be united, and reverse the situation where the abyss held an absolute advantage.

He just didn't want to waste any more time here and needed to finish this quickly.

Photographer Ade appeared at the top of the stairs and saw Tan Wenjie and Zheng Lin'en chatting.

"Look at the UFO!" Tan Wenjie suddenly pointed to the window.

Zheng Lin'en looked in the direction the finger was pointing.

Photographer Ade: "..."

He witnessed Tan Wenjie pull out a palm-sized sword from behind his back when Zheng Lin'en turned to look out the window.

The sword is adorned with a golden dragon in a lavish color scheme, and there is a faint sword light on the blade. As it is swung, it casts shadows and light, and it seems to have a life of its own, flickering on and off as if it is breathing.

With a loud "clang," the gold-plated dragon sword was thrown to the ground.

Tan Wenjie then took a half-step back in a pretentious manner, pointed at the sword on the ground, and said, "What is this? Is it the sword you're looking for that can slay demons and monsters?"

Zheng Lin'en, who was observing the UFO, turned her head and saw the sword in the direction Tan Wenjie was pointing.

"It seems so."

At first, I was a little unsure, but then my expression became more and more interesting.

Jung Lin-eun: "That's right, that's it!"

Photographer Ade in the distance: "..."

They believed it so easily.

Although he wasn't quite sure what sword the other party was looking for, he was certain it wasn't this one, because he had seen Tan Wenjie pull it out from behind his back.

Zheng Lin'en bent down to pick up the gold-plated dragon sword and said confidently, "It's time for us to fight our way out."

A new generation of female warriors has officially debuted.

As if to cooperate with her, the female ghost actually appeared, spitting blood as she lunged at Zheng Lin'en.

After a moment of slight panic, Zheng Lin'en raised her sword to defend herself.

The moment the gold-plated dragon sword touched the female ghost.

"Ding--!!"

The ghost claw clashed with the sword, sparks flew, and the clanging of metal against metal "hummed" into the ears, making one's head buzz as well.

The female ghost trembled her ghostly claws, staring at Zheng Lin'en in astonishment, as if she couldn't understand why she would take out such a powerful sword.

Not to mention Jung Lin-eun, the female ghost is even certain that there are absolutely no magical artifacts in the world that can harm her, let alone any so-called gods. They occasionally exchange information.

Besides, every now and then, some unlucky souls will come knocking on your door, and their deaths will bring a lot of information to amuse you.

Tan Wenjie, having carefully selected the worst sword in his possession, was calculating in his mind.

Mana is a consumable resource; it diminishes with each use.

However, the magical artifacts, treasures, divine weapons, and equipment on one's own body are different. Apart from the equipment that becomes completely unusable without the support of magic power, some divine weapons and magical treasures can injure people with their superior materials and sharp blades.

In other words, once thrown out, the sword's own power alone would be enough to destroy the female ghost.

If one weapon isn't enough to kill, just throw dozens or hundreds more; after all, strength is a renewable resource.

At this moment, Zheng Lin'en was truly like a war god possessed, her eyes blazing with confidence as she strode towards the female ghost. Although she didn't know any exquisite sword techniques, she wielded her sword with great force, and with the sword light being dragged along, she seemed to be hiding under a shield of sword light.

The saying goes that even a novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches. Moreover, the female ghost opposite her might not have been more skilled at fighting than Zheng Lin'en in life. After being stabbed several times in succession, the female ghost screamed "Awoooooo!" as her body turned to ash and disappeared on the spot.

Jung Lin-eun's face was filled with excitement, thinking, "This thing is really useful."

Tan Wenjie also looked satisfied. It was good to have a henchman like Zheng Lin'en. He should show his personal charm later and make her bow down to him.

Only the photographer, Ade, in the distance seemed to have seen a ghost, too afraid to approach yet too far away.

"She's so fierce!"

"Hey, senior!" Zheng Lin'en shouted to Ade.

With the sword in hand, her voice became much more confident.

Ade was called and had no choice but to approach.

"I'm so glad you're all safe and sound."

“Don’t worry about it anymore,” Zheng Lin’en patted the sword and said, “Stay by my side, I will protect you.”

"Well, thank you very much, junior."

With the sword in hand, Jung Lin-eun slaughtered her way through the land.

As she passed the art room, Zheng Lin'en heard the slightest noise. Without saying a word, she kicked open the door, grabbed her sword, and rushed in, hacking and slashing wildly. Finally, she disappeared without a trace, accompanied by the female ghost's unwilling "howling" screams.

The same thing happened in another place; the number of female ghosts dying at Zheng Lin'en's hands kept increasing.

“Something’s not right.” Photographer Ad shook his head. “We might have been eliminating the ghost’s clones all along. We need to find her core to completely destroy her!”

"So troublesome?" Zheng Lin'en frowned slightly. "I have a feeling that if we really go to look for it, there will be problems."

She now has a very strong intuition that she could have used a more secure approach.

Perhaps this is because they have a sword in their hands; force brings confidence.

"Keep cutting until she's willing to come out."

His decisive decision coincided with Tan Wenjie's plan.

There's no need to search for the female ghost's core or true form. Since killing the female ghost always brings her painful screams, as long as you kill her enough times, the female ghost will definitely be hesitant to act.

At that point, you can choose to surrender directly or choose to expose your true form and commit suicide.

Jung Lin-eun brandished her sword once more.

She's getting more and more excited as she fights, and victory is completely in her own hands.

"Kill!" (End of Chapter)