Oh no! I'm surrounded by female ghosts!

"School beauty sister".

Su Ming stared expectantly at Wen Qi, pointing to the door and saying, "The mutated humanoid fish statue you wanted has arrived. Aren't you in a hurry?"

Wen Qi didn't say anything, but just took a red pen and started marking crosses on Su Ming's test paper.

"Sister School Beauty, humanity is doomed, what's the point of studying now?"

"Based on the timeline, the strange phenomenon will fully resurface in three years."

"Even if I get into university, I won't be able to graduate."

"Besides, isn't the point of graduation to find a job?"

"I have a job, a government-employed position, a Level 5 handler at the Anomaly Management Bureau, and my family is quite wealthy."

Su Ming tried to struggle, but Wen Qi ignored him completely, focusing intently as if he were dissecting a fresh corpse.

After the corrections were completed, a striking red number appeared at the top of the paper.

"36 points, failing grade."

Wen Qi pointed to the exam paper and said.

At the same time, a system pop-up window appeared in front of Su Ming's eyes.

[Friendly Reminder: Failing three times in a row will decrease your favorability rating by 1 point]

Su Ming's heart trembled as he looked at the red pop-up window.

In other words.

After Wen Qi's favorability rating is upgraded to "close", you must pass every exam to continue improving it.

Failing three times will lower your favorability rating.

Su Ming exploded instantly.

"Damn~"

He flipped the coffee table over, shouting, "I refuse to accept this!"

"What's the use of learning these things now?"

"School beauty, it's useless, it's all a waste of time."

Seeing Su Ming lose his temper, the cleaning ghost who had jumped off the building immediately shrank into the corner, wishing he could embed himself into the wall.

The ghostly figure cooking in the kitchen quietly turned off the stove and silently slid into the deepest part of the cupboard, as if it had never existed.

Gu Shen and Gu Yan, standing at the door, were completely frozen.

"What happened inside?" Gu Shen felt like the world had gone mad.

If I'm not mistaken, Su Ming is currently yelling at Wen Qi.

That's a catastrophic and bizarre event.

With a flick of a finger, the entire city of Pingjiang will be in trouble.

Gu Yan didn't react much, saying it was a family conflict and normal.

Even the best-loving couples will argue.

So there's no need to worry too much.

Wen Qi wasn't angry; she simply looked calmly at Su Ming and uttered two words: "Knowledge."

"Mathematics can help you understand the rules and logic of the world."

"For example," she paused before continuing.

"A parabola is the optimal trajectory for throwing a head."

"Probability theory can calculate the precise moment when prey will collapse and scream under specific circumstances."

"The graph of the function depicts the synchronous curve of emotional decay and flesh decay."

"Logic is the fundamental framework for understanding the patterns of murder, and the only tool for predicting the prey's next foolish reaction."

"Okay." Su Ming stared at the school beauty: "What about Chinese?"

The school beauty spoke calmly, as if stating some kind of truth.

"Language and literature facilitate communication and expression, thereby improving hunting efficiency."

"When you need to intimidate your prey or communicate with your fellow humans, a poor vocabulary will only make you howl like a wild beast."

She paused, her black hair moving without wind, but her voice carried a hint of solemnity.

"When you need to understand those ancient, taboo things, or listen to knowledge from the depths of your being."

"Language structure, symbolism, metaphor, and reading comprehension are the only ways you can hope to understand."

Su Ming was speechless for a moment.

But he still stubbornly asked, "What about English?"

"Knowing multiple languages ​​allows you to access a wider range of information."

"Words like English, French, German, and even animal languages ​​all belong to special frequencies of syllables."

"The more frequently we learn about each other, the easier it is to communicate, and the more comprehensive the information we can gather."

Su Ming was speechless.

What you said makes perfect sense.

No wonder Heng'an Middle School is always number one.

Even if you become a ghost, the remaining 37% of your memories are still valuable knowledge.

That's awesome.

But Su Ming still had to ask.

"What about geography?"

"World topography helps us understand the composition of the world."

"Understand where the best place for sacrifice is, where the naturally ominous place is, and where the weak points that are prone to appear and infiltrate reality."

"What about living things?"

"Understand nerve distribution, organ location, and bone strength."

"Knowing how to inflict maximum pain with minimal effort, and prolong the prey's effective survival time to absorb a more intense sense of fear."

"At the same time, it can monitor its own status at all times."

"Okay." Su Ming gritted his teeth, practically squeezing out the question, "What about physics?"

"Calculate the impact force released by acceleration to ensure that the skull is shattered with a single blow, rather than just stunning the victim."

"Understand the principle of leverage to pry open the strongest skull with minimal force."

"Fluid mechanics can explain the patterns of blood spreading and how to move more efficiently within it."

After saying so much, Wen Qi finally raised her hand, her slender fingers pointing to the ceiling.

But Su Ming felt that she was referring to somewhere higher up, deeper down.

"There is a lot of knowledge in this world that cannot be understood, described, or even touched by the existing human systems."

"They are ancient, distorted, and self-contained, contrary to our reason."

"Access to them comes at a price."

Wen Qi didn't say what the price would be.

She only told Su Ming.

"Only by first mastering and solidifying your own most basic and safest knowledge system can you truly succeed."

"Only then can a relatively solid cognitive framework and logical defense be built."

For the first time, Wen Qi looked at Su Ming with such seriousness in his dark eyes and said, "Only in this way will you have a tiny, insignificant possibility of understanding that knowledge at some point in the future."

Su Ming frowned as he looked at Wen Qi.

Her words were ambiguous and difficult to understand.

Knowledge that is beyond human comprehension?

Knowledge from the "deeper"?

He felt as if Wen Qi was telling him something.

But these words cannot be said explicitly; they can only be implied through this method.

"Alright."

Having said all that, what else could Su Ming say?

Let’s learn.

Anyway, Wen Qi's favorability will be linked to my grades.

After righting the overturned coffee table, Su Ming sat down on the sofa with a melancholy expression.

I really don't know whether I'm the one raising Wen Qi, or Wen Qi is the one raising me.

And what about that headless female corpse whose favorability rating wasn't raised? Will she end up like that too?

What can she teach?

Dinner etiquette or dancing and singing?

The ghost who jumped off the building huddled in the corner, exclaiming that Little Wang was awesome for managing to smooth out the king's fur.

The human-skin ghost hid in the closet, thoughtfully reflecting on Wen Qi's words.

"Knowledge...knowledge from the depths?"

It murmured to itself, a deliberately forgotten fragment of memory suddenly piercing its consciousness.

Seven or eight years ago.

It passed by a small fishing village.

There was no moon that night, only an impenetrable darkness.

The fishing village was holding some kind of ceremony that it couldn't understand.

A group of people danced like madmen, while the priest presiding over the ceremony knelt on the ground, looking up with fervor, as if listening to something.

The human-skin demon was already close to being a catastrophic existence at that time.

It listened curiously.

And it actually heard it.

It wasn't a sound that traveled through air vibrations, but a whisper that acted directly on the level of consciousness.

Blurry, disordered, and with a sticky texture.

The whispers seemed to be woven from countless tiny, slippery tentacles, desperately trying to penetrate its brain.

It doesn't convey information, but rather a feeling, a perception.

Fragments of knowledge were mixed in with the whispers.

What knowledge?

It seems to be about how to make flesh and blood proliferate indefinitely while keeping it fresh.

How to turn fear into a sweet offering.

Crazy interpretations of the arrangement of stars.

After listening to just a few sentences, it felt its own consciousness begin to soften, distort, and bubble with cognitive collapse.

Its countless memories and wisdom, which it was so proud of, were as fragile as an infant's skull in the face of that whisper.

It almost broke down on the spot after hearing just a few words.

Finally, relying on his demonic instincts, he tore apart a portion of the knowledge he had already received, and managed to escape in a sorry state.

Looking back now, those whispers were probably what Wen Qi meant by "knowledge".

That kind of knowledge is definitely beyond the reach of humankind.

Even the bizarre is unbearable.

It's more like a deep-seated cognitive pollution.

An hour later, the door opened.

It was the ghost who jumped off the building who opened the door.

Gu Shen took a deep breath and stood at the door, respectfully saying, "Your Majesty, the 094 sealed item you exchanged earlier has arrived."

Su Ming nodded.

He carefully moved a nearly three-meter-long black metal box from the hallway into the living room.

"Your Majesty, this is the mutated humanoid fish statue."

The box slid open silently.

Inside is a state-of-the-art static sealing structure cabin of the Anomaly Management Bureau.

This equipment was designed under the leadership of Chen Zhiwei.

The equipment employs multi-layered isolation technology, with the interior under absolute vacuum and a certain force field suppression, ensuring that no form of contamination can leak out.

The distorted humanoid fish statue floated quietly in the very center of the structural cabin.

Its appearance is consistent with the pictures on the official website.

But upon closer inspection, they are completely different.

Images cannot convey this sense of real presence.

It was a strange, ominous truth, imbued with a kind of reality that transcended malice.

"School beauty, is this what you wanted?"

Wen Qi stared intently at the deformed humanoid fish statue.

A black hair, thinner than a strand of hair, like a black nematode with its own life, quietly penetrated the multiple layers of protection of the structural cabin and gently touched the surface of the statue.

Yes, that's what she wanted.

Gu Shen didn't dare linger. After receiving Su Ming's tacit permission, he quickly left with Gu Yan.

I have a feeling something big is about to happen here.

If you don't run, you're just waiting to die.

Wen Qi wouldn't care whether they lived or died, nor would the human-skin ghost and the jumping-off-building ghost, and Su Ming certainly wouldn't care either.

In a sense, Su Ming's existence is more terrifying than a ghost.

This is Gu Shen's intuition, a super-sensory ability honed from over a decade of handling unusual events.