Release of the fairyland blue bird, the witch said she couldn't stand it

Chapter 407 Please let me go!

Chapter 407 Please let me go!
"This"

Swallowing hard, the Golden Core stage female cultivator was genuinely frightened.

It's not that I'm afraid of ghosts.

It's a fear of the "unknown".

It is certain that the handprints on the ceiling appeared after they entered the consultation room.

Since it was their first time playing something like this, they had memorized the entire scene in the corridor.

If these handprints existed from the beginning.

There's no reason they wouldn't have noticed!
Can.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines again.

These numerous handprints of varying sizes could certainly have been left by far more than just "one" protagonist.

"Not afraid!"

Wang Dadan mustered his courage and shouted:

"Anyway, it's not really unknown! What's there to be afraid of? The challenge rules state that they will never actually harm our bodies."

"That's right."

The old Taoist nodded in agreement, but suddenly felt that something was not quite right.

But for a moment, I didn't know exactly what was wrong.

"Go to the academic affairs office first!"

Everyone steeled themselves; they were already here, and there was no way they could give up halfway.

Re-enter the corridor.

Then they discovered that the rooms they couldn't enter at first were now inexplicably open.

"Let's check them one by one? There's bound to be a clue."

The old Taoist priest spoke first.

He makes some sense.

But considering the unknown handprint just now...
Maybe they're hiding in some room right now.

Or behind the door?

It might be under the blanket, or it might be in the closet.

Just wait to enter, and then...
No no no!

Just imagining that scene made the Golden Core female cultivator in the group turn pale.

"Shall we...shall we look for clues somewhere else? Didn't the announcement just tell us to go to the registrar's office? This place might be a trap."

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Everyone was silent.

There might really be a "trap".

But with so many rooms, there must be some clues, right?

If it weren't for leaving some clues, there would be no need to waste so much material and financial resources.

It's like the multiple-choice questions in the written test at Wan San Group now.

When you don't know the correct answer to a question, just guess the longest one.

After all, if the answer is wrong, the teacher who set the exam wouldn't have wasted so much ink and effort.

But this female cultivator at the Golden Core stage absolutely refused to stay here any longer.

Such behavior aroused suspicion in the old Taoist priest and Wang Dadan.

strange?
Knowing there might be clues here, why does this little girl insist on leaving?
Not right.

Could there be some kind of formation here that affects one's soul or judgment?

Take a closer look.

The old Taoist priest didn't notice anything amiss.

But logically speaking, the more this is the case, the more it indicates that something is wrong.

perhaps
and many more!

A profession suddenly popped into the minds of Wang Dadan and the old Taoist priest.

Could this guy be a shill?!

That's ridiculous!

Although Wang Dadan is reckless, he is definitely not stupid, otherwise he would not have taken a different path to become a fairly well-known online streamer.

There are quite a few "shills" in the Spirit Continent now.

From restaurant openings to real estate sales, every industry has its shills; everyone has become accustomed to this.

If this Golden Core female cultivator is a plant...

Then everything makes perfect sense!

Why add a "team mode" that can significantly reduce the difficulty, even though the rewards in team mode are no different from those in single-player mode?

Why did a severed finger suddenly appear on the female cultivator's hand when everyone came in together?
Why did she find the key when they searched the room together?

Why does this female cultivator keep insisting on leaving when these rooms are highly likely to contain clues?

If she's a shill.

Then all the irrationality becomes reasonable.

As for the male cultivator who was with her?

The Daoist partner is a plant, how could he not be?!
Maybe those strange handprints were something they did in secret!

Look at each other.

Wang Dadan and the old Taoist priest exchanged a knowing look.

"Heh, playing tricks."

The old Taoist priest said coldly.

Wang Dadan immediately picked up the conversation:
"Want to leave? Fine, then you two cowards can go. The old Taoist and I will stay here and continue our research."

"Then you guys stay here, baby. Anyway, we have the keys. Shall we go first?"

Upon hearing this, I realized...

The male cultivator immediately began to persuade his partner:
"Why don't we search for clues together here? Splitting up is a big no-no. You've seen those horror movies from Wan San Film Studio, haven't you? If we split up, we'll definitely be picked off one by one."

Pretend?
Are you still pretending?
Wang Dadan and the old Taoist priest glanced at the two men sideways.

One wants to leave, and the other is trying to persuade them to stay, right?
What era are we living in? Why are we still using the old-fashioned good cop/bad cop routine?
The more this couple, both at the Golden Core stage, acted this way, the more convinced Wang Dadan and the old Taoist were that they were 'plants'.

Seeing the obvious "disdain" on the faces of Wang Dadan and the old Taoist, and with their own Taoist partner constantly clamoring to leave, they realized that...

The male cultivator at the Golden Core stage could only shake his head and smile wryly.

"Alright, let's split up and explore. The door won't be locked after we go down."

The implication is that they need to keep the key with them.

Wang Dadan and the old Taoist were both indifferent to this.

Since the "touts" want them to leave, they're not afraid of locking the door again after they've left.

In other words, Rikka is unaware of the current situation.

Otherwise, I'd be laughing my head off.

托？
She did have this idea.

But for now, we haven't really arranged any shills.

With thousands of people entering the square together, what impact could the presence of a few "shills" have?
The reason this female cultivator was insisting on leaving was...

It's because of the effect of that "finger".

The fingers are ordinary fingers, but they bear the marks left behind by heretical practitioners.

One of the reasons is that it makes the holder suspicious and feel unsafe everywhere.

Is it somewhat similar to paranoia?

However, the impact is certainly not that serious. But cultivators have keen senses, and any slight 'unease' in their hearts will be magnified infinitely by her.

As for where the fingers came from?

In fact, it had already been hidden on her before they entered the Ping An Hospital.

There are many methods used by heretical practitioners.

After watching the pair of Golden Core cultivators leave.

The old Taoist priest and Wang Dadan exchanged a glance and stepped into the nearest room together.

"This place seems to be full of medical equipment?"

Although they didn't understand "medical equipment," it was written on the door.

Looking at the operating table, and the scalpels and forceps with undried blood on it.

The old Taoist priest stroked his chin:

"So, the medical equipment room is full of medical tools, similar to acupuncture for medical practitioners?"

"Ah."

Wang Dadan nodded, but looking at the medical equipment, he couldn't help but feel a chill.
"Can these things really cure people? I don't know how they look to me..."

As he spoke, he picked up a rusty bone saw.

Dark brown debris clung to the serrations, and yellowish bandages were wrapped around the handle, with a small patch of dried skin stuck to the end of the bandages.

When the light shines on it, you can see some solidified yellowish-brown grease, as if it has been used repeatedly but never cleaned.

"Can this save lives?"

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The old Taoist felt a little nauseous, but he forced himself to suppress his discomfort and picked up a suture needle to examine it.

The needle tip is curved like a fishhook, and the end is connected to a half-length dark red thread.

The threads were somewhat rough, like fascia pulled from flesh.

There was a foreign object the size of a fingernail stuck in the tooth socket. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be half a piece of tooth enamel that had fallen off.

"So, this needle was used to sew up the mouth?"

Sew their mouths shut?
A chill ran down their spines.

We found another electric skull drill.

The drill bit tip was covered with a few curled hairs, and it made a "crunching" friction sound when started, clearly indicating that it was old and no longer sharp.

But what's frightening is that it seems to still be in service, having been used not long ago.

A yellowed label was pasted next to it:
[Suitable for epidural puncture in an conscious state].

Later, they found some props such as speculum and syringes.

But it seems there are no other useful clues besides these?

After confirming that the search was complete, they went to other rooms.

But the results were all pretty much the same.

They are all similar to the equipment room we just saw; some are surgical operating rooms, and some are internal medicine operating rooms.

However, unlike the equipment room...

There appeared to be signs of someone "struggling" in these operating rooms.

When they pushed open the rusty iron door marked 'Operating Room No. 0'.

A strong smell of formaldehyde mixed with the sour stench of rotting meat hit me.

Wang Dadan's shoes suddenly made a 'creaking' sound. He looked down and saw a human skin.

"unlucky!"

The old Taoist priest hissed and looked towards the operating table.

The stainless steel countertop was covered with scratches of varying depths, the deepest of which was deep enough to fit half a fingernail.

"Look at the wall!"

Wang Dadan suddenly shouted.

On the mottled wall, the words "Help," "Please," "Let me out," and "Let me die" were written in blood.
The handwriting went from neat to chaotic, and finally turned into scratches dug out with fingernails.

Several sets of moldy doctor's gowns were piled up in the corner.

Wang Dadan used his toe to pry it open, and several glass jars rolled out of the rotting white coat.

The eyeballs, submerged in murky liquid, all turned toward the crowd, their pupils still holding the frozen terror of their impending death.

'Zizzi.'

Suddenly, static crackled from the radio, and a sweet child's voice softly hummed an off-key lullaby:
[A scalpel, cutting and snipping, can damage a child, requiring stitches.]

The midnight bell is knocking on the door; the good students sit in a row.

White coat, red buttons, syringe filled with sweet jelly

"What are you singing?!"

Wang Dadan couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

"What a mess! This is utter nonsense!"

The old man's performance wasn't much better than Wang Dadan's.

The sweet voice is paired with bizarre lyrics and off-key singing.

It gave them an indescribable sense of eeriness.

The sweet voice suddenly rose in pitch, becoming incredibly shrill:

"Bed number three! Bed number three! Why is your head so empty?! So empty!"

"Help me, help me, why is no one helping me?! Help me!"

Sudden.

That feeling of being watched returned.

Wang Dadan and his companion felt their hair stand on end instantly, and even the muscles in their bodies froze.

go!
I can't stay here any longer!
As soon as I left the house.

Their breaths hitched.

Handprints! They were originally on the ceiling, but now they've spread to the surrounding walls!

Next step?
Is it going to appear on my face next?!
"go!"

at the same time.

The couple, both at the Golden Core stage, also went to the disciplinary office.

Many terrifying things happened along the way.

But the two of them had no intention of exploring at all; they simply didn't go into the classrooms or toilets that were making strange noises!
But now we have no choice but to go in.

Because they found out.

be lost?
Or is it an illusion?

No matter which way you go, the final destination is always the "Academic Affairs Office".

At first, they thought there might be more than one academic affairs office.

However, the male cultivator left a "mark" in the teaching office without leaving a trace, a mark that only he knew about and even his Daoist partner did not.

To my despair, I discovered that there really was only one teaching office.

For some reason, they always appear at the end of the path they are heading.

Even the female cultivator, who was terrified, realized that escape was no longer an option.

Push the door and enter.

The two, who were prepared to be shocked, found that the inside was completely different from what they had imagined.

In the 20-square-meter office, three peeling desks are arranged in a triangular shape.

It seemed to be just an ordinary teaching office.

The two began their search cautiously.

Finally, the so-called diagnostic log was found in the last drawer.

At the beginning.

The logs are filled with entries about the students' various mischievous, disobedient, and wrongdoing behaviors.

Skipping classes to go online all night, fighting during breaks, talking secretly during self-study, early romantic relationships, playing pranks on teachers, and even peeping at female classmates or teachers when they go to the toilet.
It's called a diagnostic log.

It's more like a diary.

But who keeps a diary if they're a decent person?
Until this day.

The log has changed.

【6.9】

Perhaps there's something wrong with my teaching methods?

【6.10】

[Sunny. The students were all very well-behaved today. Not a single one made noise during break; they were all studying diligently. After dealing with a few troublemakers, everyone seems to have become much more obedient.]

[P.S. Postscript: But why did they look at me with such fear? I was clearly doing it for their own good!]

【6.11】

[Yin, even though the troublemakers have all behaved themselves, some are still trying to skip school! But after my treatment, they shouldn't skip anymore.]

[P.S. Postscript: After these disobedient children are disciplined, the good students will definitely not be affected by their bad behavior, and their grades will surely improve rapidly!]

Everything was normal after that.

Later, he would "treat" some of the students who talked during self-study sessions or had early romantic relationships.

until
【6.18】

Why? Even those high-achieving students skipped school today! Why? The struggling students have all become so well-behaved, no longer interfering with the high achievers' studies. With such a great learning environment, why would they run away?!

The more I read the later logs, the stranger they seemed.

Just by looking at the handwriting, you can imagine that the person who wrote the diary must have been in a very crazy state.

【6.19】

[The exam results are out, and wow, surprisingly, a collective drop? They must be out of their minds! There's not a single normal person in the whole school! They're definitely out of their minds! Out of their minds!]

Here, only students who have received treatment can safely become part of the school building.

Finish

There seemed to be something else behind it, but it was torn off.

so.
This is the head of the teaching department.

They must have used some kind of "treatment" to make the students more obedient and improve their academic performance.

But things didn't go as planned in the end.

The students' grades not only failed to improve but actually declined, leading him to suspect that the entire school was "abnormal".

Can.
No matter how you look at it.

Isn't the director who writes the log the most abnormal guy?
Treating students?

Shouldn't they be educating and teaching students, or even punishing them?

What the heck is this "treating students" thing?

If Wang Dadan were here, he could probably guess what those students had gone through based on the operating room scene he just witnessed.

But now this couple can only guess.

We know the general situation, but we have no way of knowing the specifics.

'Ring ring~ Ring ring~'

A sudden ringing of the bell startled the two of them.

Then came a pleasant female voice:

[Class time has started. Please return to the classroom immediately and prepare.]

"Attend class?"

"We can't go!"

Neither of them are fools!
But at this moment.

Through the window, they saw a deformed teacher in a white coat dragging a huge craniotomy hammer at the end of the corridor.

They are checking roll call in each classroom!

And judging from the appearance, there are indeed students in these classrooms!
Looking at that terrifying-looking teacher.

The two still felt it was better to go to the classroom, since no one dared to gamble on what would happen if this eccentric teacher "didn't call" their names.

what?
You said the rules were explained, and this place won't cause any real harm to your body?

What's the use?

That person was watching a horror movie.

Even though I know it's acting, it's fake, and there's even a screen between us.

But why do I still feel uncontrollably afraid?
Not to mention what I've seen with my own eyes now!
Closer.

They could clearly see the white, gleaming material on the massive skull-opening hammer.

If you were to get hit by that...
The two men turned pale.

"Let's go to class!"

While the teacher went into a classroom to take attendance.

The couple quickly fled the teaching room and rushed into the nearest classroom.

There are people in the classroom!
Every student was looking down, diligently working on their exercises, and coincidentally, there were four empty seats.

Just as the teacher was about to enter the classroom, the two of them had barely relaxed after grabbing their seats when they sat down, and then their hearts immediately jumped into their throats.

Mudd!

They'd rather the classroom be empty!

Is this even human?
It seems they knew what they were thinking.

All the students around looked up.

Nima!

The female cultivator at the Golden Core stage fainted immediately.

What the hell is this?!
One by one.
Some had their mouths sewn shut, others had no eyes, some had their legs sawed off, and some even had half their heads blown off!
Moreover, the surgical technique was extremely clumsy!

Is this how they "treat" students?!
suddenly!

The students' wounds were bleeding profusely, and their expressions were close to the couple, with a lot of blood splattered on them.

At that moment, the teacher also entered the classroom.

There is no escape!
Hey!
The male cultivator in the Golden Core stage tried to persevere, but in the end, everything went black, and he chose not to resist, passing out directly.

Run away.

It's not shameful to faint.

"That's it?"

The teacher scratched his head, looking very puzzled.

I haven't even made a move yet.

How did they faint?
strangeness.
To be honest, he didn't think his outfit was that scary.

"Are cultivators so psychologically fragile these days?"

It's not really a question of whether it's scary or not.

Moreover, there was too much nonsensical and garbled foreshadowing, which pushed these two people's mental endurance to its limit.

Let alone the teacher's appearance, even a cat's meow would probably scare them half to death.

"But Lord Evil King was right after all! Just two people contributed such a pure aura of fear to me! Haha."

"According to the rules."

The teacher opened the employee handbook.

"So you're taking the person who fainted out with you, right?"

Nod.

The teacher tucked the craniotomy hammer into his waistband and then dragged the couple away.

On the other side, Wang Dadan and Lao Dao also rushed downstairs from the operating room.

That eerie nursery rhyme is so eerie!

But as soon as they came downstairs, they saw a 'teacher' in a white coat, and they were instantly terrified!

Besides teachers.

They inevitably saw the Golden Core stage couple being dragged behind him, covered in blood like dead dogs.

"what?"

Seeing that these two had also come up, saving the teacher the trouble of searching for them herself, the teacher grinned crookedly:
"That's brilliant!"

Nima!

Myo Nima!
Their faces turned green!

At this moment, their Daoist minds were in complete chaos, their five senses were all in a state of confusion, and they were no longer able to think normally.

run!
Run!

They don't ask to outrun the teacher, but they must outrun the old Taoist (Wang Dadan)!

Sudden.

Wang Dadan's eyes lit up:
"I abstain! I abstain! I abstain!"

"I abstain too!"

"Please, let me go!"

Abstain?

The teacher scratched his head and then activated the array he controlled.

Wang Dadan and the old Taoist priest were unaware that the formation had been opened; they only knew to keep running wildly.

He ran while wailing.

Sudden.

The scene before my eyes suddenly brightened.