Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 33 The Blinded Ghost

"Wait for me, wait for me, wait for me!"

Urgent calls came from the rooftop behind me, and a cacophony of footsteps pounded together.

Yan Ming had already walked halfway along this road to school. The slope wasn't too steep, and it would take about two hundred meters to reach the school's iron gate.

Standing on solid ground, he could realize that this school in the sky was not a mirage, but a real place.

A bizarre school suspended in the sky; Yan Ming had no idea what terrifying power the thing that had accomplished all this possessed.

Could the ghost that the doctor mentioned be capable of doing something so illogical?
However, it seems impossible to "pretend" to be a complete Wish Ghost in this City of Delusion; at most, one can only replicate some of its powers, like Dr. Zhang.

"It's almost 7 p.m., I don't know if something bad will happen if I miss it."

Yan Ming secretly felt that something was wrong; the current situation was forcing him to enter Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

There was a fog in the neighborhood, and a female ghost was chasing him. He could only run into the school to avoid the danger and plan his next move.

He still doesn't know what exactly happened in the Moonlit Community.

The only good news was that he guessed the evening self-study session wouldn't start at 7 p.m., otherwise, given the original pace of those female ghosts getting to school, they probably wouldn't have made it.

Being late is definitely not a good thing.

Having dealt with these ghosts for so long, he had a general understanding of their taboos.

This most obvious rule can easily evolve into a taboo against ghosts, and in a high school it might be called a "school rule".

Yan Ming's gaze fell on the ghost eye corpse atop the heads of the group of female ghosts. He wanted to regain control of the ghost eye corpse, but his control was like a mud ox sinking into the sea, nowhere to be found.

Oh well, they have to go to school anyway, they'll just carry the ghost-eyed corpse into the school, we can find another opportunity later.

Ignoring the string of female ghosts following behind him, Yan Ming quickened his pace and ran uphill, finally arriving at the back gate of the school.

He slowed his pace as he passed the security room, keeping a close eye on the police signboard there.

The signboard was grinning with its mouth wide open, looking very kind, but it was still staring straight ahead at the slope in front of the school gate. Right now, it was probably looking at the female ghosts behind it.

"Made of paper?"

Upon closer inspection, Yan Mingcai realized that everything in the guard booth was made of paper, looking fragile and vulnerable.

The tables, chairs, and cabinets were all painted with a thin layer of paint, and even the coloring was uneven, with patches of red here and green there, giving it a shoddy and poorly made feel.

It lacks the refinement of handcrafted art and instead resembles a funerary object, made only in a rough and detailed manner because it was to be burned.

Yan Ming strode to the back door, reached through the gap in the iron fence, and unlocked the iron lock from the inside. The lock was ajar and not fastened. Then he pushed open the iron gate and glanced back.

"Leave the door open, leave the door open, don't close it!"

The female ghosts had already reached the halfway point of the slope and were waving and shouting at Yan Ming at the gate.

Wait a minute, when did this signboard turn around?
Yan Ming glanced at the standee and noticed that it had turned to the side, and the eyes in the picture were staring at him. The smile on the mouth remained unchanged, but it made Yan Ming feel a chill inexplicably.

This thing is looking at me.

Are you urging me to go to school?
Forget about the security guards at the gate, escaping is the priority.

With that thought in mind, he quickly pushed open the creaking iron gate and ran into the school, looking up at the teaching building in the center.

Although guessing shouldn't be delayed, Yan Ming honestly had no idea where his class was; he just instinctively felt a bit repulsed by the central teaching building.

He also remembered that there was some kind of evil spirit on the surface of the school building. The thing looked up and stared at a man and a woman on the roof, not knowing what it wanted to do.

Yan Ming looked up again, but the man and woman on the rooftop had disappeared. It was unclear whether they had escaped or been murdered. "Yan Ming, hurry up, it's almost time for evening self-study. Old Pan must already be sitting in class."

Suddenly, a voice called out Yan Ming's name.

These words were like a switch being flipped, and the entire school suddenly became noisy. Hundreds of students emerged from all corners, forming a crowd that surged toward the teaching building.

Some girls were engrossed in reciting English vocabulary books; others were strolling around after dinner, occasionally glancing up at the blood-red and brilliant sunset; and some boys, sweating profusely after playing basketball, were running towards the teaching building in twos and threes, dribbling the ball with rice balls brought by their classmates in their mouths.

Yan Ming was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected to suddenly enter the chaotic life of high school.

His classmates now are all perfectly normal, remarkably similar to his situation when he was in high school, and they seem to be...

It appeared suddenly.

They naturally emerge from every corner, then take their positions and instantly immerse themselves in their roles.

Yan Ming even had the illusion that he had stumbled into a special film crew, or that everything in front of him was "Yan Ming's World".

"Yan Ming, I'm calling you, why aren't you answering me? Are you putting on an act?"

The voices calling out names came from behind again. Yan Ming turned around and saw that the series of female ghosts had quickly returned to normal after entering the school gate.

All the bloody wounds and fracture-like bends had disappeared, and a dozen or so beautiful young high school girls walked in, their faces beaming with joy.

Now their braids are not tied together; instead, their hands are clasped together in pairs, forming a wide human wall that effectively separates the crowd before evening self-study.

Okay, here comes another classic female body wall scene from a high school campus, awesome.

When Yan Ming turned around, he saw the person calling him.

It was the group of girls who brought the ghost-eyed corpse into the school. He opened his eyes, smiled, and walked towards Yan Ming: "Let's go, let's go back to class first."

Yan Ming: "?"

Is this survivor's corpse talking to me?
"Just call me Li Yan. We'll talk about it when we get back to class," Ghost Eye Corpse introduced himself, repeating "we'll talk about it when we get back to class" once more.

Yan Ming vaguely sensed an unexpected change occurring in the corpse, and he looked at the ghost eye on Li Yan's forehead.

The ghostly eye was peering around animatedly, circling up, down, left, and right, taking in a wide range of sights. Yan Ming sensed something was amiss.

The previous ghost eye could also observe the surroundings with such agility, but the range was definitely not this wide.

The last time the magnitude was this large...

Yan Ming recalled a small discovery he had made earlier.

He once tried to cover the ghost eye to prevent it from seeing the time, but the ghost eye itself avoided his hand and refused to let anyone block its view.

His frantic state was exactly the same as it is now.

That is to say...

Now, right now!
What exactly is blocking the ghost's eyes?

How can the survivors' corpses come back to life?!

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(End of this chapter)