Twin female zombies come to the door: My lord, please have mercy!

Midnight, the hour of Zi (11 PM - 1 AM).

A cold, drizzling rain began to fall again from the sky.

The area around Jiangda Affiliated Primary School was cordoned off with yellow police tape, and special agents from the Ninth Bureau were stationed at several main entrances and exits.

Da Awei was wearing a black waterproof windbreaker and holding an extended selfie stick.

Behind him followed Xiao Hei, a cameraman carrying heavy equipment.

Taking advantage of their familiarity with the school's layout, the two avoided the infrared detectors at the main entrance and climbed up to the second-floor balcony using both hands and feet, following the thick drainage pipe behind the red brick building.

On the camera screen, strange green static kept appearing on the screen, accompanied by piercing electronic noise.

Da Awei wiped the rain off his face and forced a professional fake smile at the camera to please his fans.

"Family members! Send gifts! The streamer, risking being caught with a counterfeit money check, has successfully arrived at the entrance of Class 3-2! Where's the top donor's sports car? Let's go!"

Da Awei pointed the camera at the front door of the classroom.

"Look at the chains on this door, there are even faint dark red water stains dripping down from them."

"This is no ordinary red ink; it smells like a dead rat from the sewer."

Da Awei pulled an expired hard plastic membership card from his pocket, inserted it through the crack in the door, and skillfully slid it down to open the old lock.

"Creak!"

The dilapidated wooden door let out a scream as it was slowly pushed open.

The beam of the flashlight swept into the classroom.

The classroom was eerily quiet, with only the sound of two people breathing rapidly and heavily, along with a very rhythmic dripping sound.

"Smack."

"Smack."

With each drop of water hitting the ground, Da Awei felt the tightness in his chest intensify.

Xiao Hei carried the camera and followed Da Awei into the classroom.

He pointed the camera at the large blackboard at the very front of the classroom.

The blackboard surface was wiped extremely clean by something, reflecting a dim light, like a huge black mirror.

On the camera's screen, Da Awei is standing next to the podium, waving excitedly at the camera.

Three seconds later.

The arm of "Big Awei" on the screen stopped without warning.

In real life, Da Awei's arm was still hanging in mid-air as he enthusiastically greeted the viewers in the live stream.

Xiao Hei rubbed his eyes, thinking he was seeing things.

He stared intently at the monitor.

The "Big Awei" on the screen slowly lowered his arm.

His lips twisted grotesquely to the sides, his skin and flesh ripped apart, revealing a hollow smile that was completely inhuman, almost tearing to the roots of his ears.

"Wei... Viagra..."

Xiao Hei's voice trembled like a leaf as he reached out and grabbed the hem of Da Awei's windbreaker tightly.

"Look...look at the blackboard..."

Da Awei turned around impatiently.

The scene before him shattered the materialistic worldview he had built up in the first half of his life.

In the center of the hall, dozens of blue and white school uniforms suddenly stood upright on their seats.

Without any physical support, the sleeves were bulging.

Bright red scarves fluttered in the air without wind, neatly aligning their neckties with the two people on the podium.

On the blackboard, the large characters written in red chalk began to melt away frantically.

The writing transformed into streaks of dark red, viscous blood, flowing down the wall and outlining a huge red cross on the floor.

A two-meter-tall phantom image, composed of countless exam papers, slowly appeared in front of the podium.

It has no arms, and its sleeves hang empty.

The face is a blank sheet of white paper, on which two large circles are drawn with a black brush, representing the eyes.

"Little...Little Black..."

Da Awei turned his head, wanting to find comfort from his companion.

He discovered that the cameraman behind him, Xiao Hei, had already collapsed to the ground.

Xiao Hei's eyes rolled back, and his crotch was soaking wet.

A warm, foul-smelling liquid was dripping down his trouser leg onto the floor, emitting a strong odor of urine.

Little Black didn't even have time to scream before it fainted from fright.

On the phone screen in Da Awei's hand, the comments section had completely gone crazy.

The number of viewers in the live stream exceeded three million in that instant.

Countless gift effects bombarded the screen.

What followed was a screen full of exclamation marks and prayers representing extreme terror.

"Holy crap! Run, streamer! That thing's holding a ruler!"

"This isn't scripted! Look, that cameraman's pants are all wet!"

"Protected by bullet comments! Protected by bullet comments! Prosperity, democracy, civility, and harmony!"

Da Awei's legs went weak. He wanted to run, but his feet were rooted to the ground and he couldn't move an inch.

The "class monitor," made of test papers, slowly raised the pointer he held, also made of rolled-up test papers, and pointed it at Da Awei's forehead.

Taiping Old Street, inside a bedroom.

Lin Ye lay comfortably on the three-meter-wide bed. The bedroom was dimly lit by a wall lamp.

Leng Yue, like a lazy and noble Persian cat, lay on her side beside Lin Ye.

She spread her silver hair across Lin Ye's firm chest, the warmth of her body creating a wonderful temperature balance with Lin Ye's burning skin.

The faint, cool fragrance of red spider lilies filled the room, calming the restlessness brought on by the night.

Lin Ye held his phone in his hand, and on the screen was Da Awei's late-night adventure live stream, which was full of reckless and dangerous activities.

Looking at the little black guy on the screen who was so scared he wet his pants, and the pale-faced Da Awei, Lin Ye curled up a mocking sneer.

"These days, people are willing to risk their lives just to gain some traffic."

Lin Ye swiped his finger across the screen, watching the barrage of virtual gifts and silently complaining to himself.

"His forehead is so dark it's practically dripping ink, yet he dares to venture into such a malevolent place. Does he really think he's a nine-lived cat demon, capable of infinite resurrection?"

Leng Yue slightly raised her slender swan neck, resting her chin on Lin Ye's collarbone.

She followed Lin Ye's gaze to the phone screen, a hint of disdain flashing in her deep red eyes.

"These low-level vengeful spirits are just playing tricks in the school because of their stubbornness. If you find them noisy, I will go and burn all the waste paper on the wall."

Leng Yue's voice was soft and languid, but her words carried an undeniable domineering air.

Lin Ye reached out and embraced her slender, supple waist, his large hand gently caressing the smooth silk nightgown.

"No rush. Let the bullets fly for a while."

Lin Ye locked his phone and tossed it onto the bedside table.

"Those guys in the Ninth Bureau must be in a real mess right now; the bounty on the school hasn't even reached a number I'm happy with."

"When these streamers make a big fuss and the principal is jumping up and down in a panic, we'll take the order. At that time, we'll ask for five million, not a penny less."

He turned over and pulled Leng Yue into his arms.

The scorching heat of pure Yang mingled with the slight coolness of drought demons between the bedding.

"The night is long, my wife. Instead of watching those fools court death, let's do some proper marital cultivation."

Leng Yue's red lips curved slightly, her eyes holding a deep, unyielding spring-like beauty.

Without any resistance, she obediently closed her eyes and pressed her cool, soft lips against Lin Ye's mouth.