Chapter 1 The Light of Dusk Fades Away

The light of dusk completely faded away, the last trace of warmth disappearing without a trace.

An icy coldness, emerging from who knows where, like wriggling worms all over the ground, crawled up the Black Steed's instep, up his spine,

covering his entire body densely,

its tiny feet gently tapping his face.

Involuntarily, the Black Steed started shivering, his teeth chattering incessantly, his hands and feet seeming to melt, losing all sensation.

The building shook violently, the corridor floor began to rot rapidly, the walls peeled away in mottled flakes, and chunks of plaster fell from the ceiling, revealing the rusty, yellowed steel structure inside.

The entire Ibaraki Middle School was rotting, deteriorating.

Hundreds upon thousands of bizarre ghosts crawled out of the cracks in the cracked earth, they looked up at the sky, breathing.

The sound of sorrowful weeping,

the sound of angry roaring,

the sound of venomous cursing,

the voices of the dead, echoed over the school grounds, that intangible, insubstantial negative energy accelerating the腐腐化腐化process of Ibaraki Middle School.

Like descending into Avici, like being in hell.

Although he couldn't see the scene downstairs, the Black Steed could clearly feel that the art building beneath his feet was slowly tilting,

and it was only a matter of time before the entire building collapsed.

Moreover, there seemed to be some rustling sounds downstairs, as if something was slowly crawling up the stairs.

He stared unblinkingly at the statues at the end of the corridor, and glanced at the Plague Doctor out of the corner of his eye.

The doctor was clearly as nervous and flustered as he was.

The system had not set a time limit or death penalty, because being trapped here was more terrifying and hopeless than death.

"How is it going on your end?"

Li Ang said quickly into the walkie-talkie, "Haven't solved it yet? I'll be right over."

In the current situation, there could be no delay. In a little while, the vengeful spirits all over Ibaraki Middle School would discover them.

Li Ang clipped the walkie-talkie to his waist, and wielding his spider claws, rushed towards the art building.

Inside the art building,

"Plague Doctor,"

The Black Steed, feeling the approaching footsteps downstairs, opened his mouth and said with difficulty, "Your title skill, can you use it one more time?"

"Yes."

The Plague Doctor glanced at this teammate out of the corner of his eye and said quietly, "What do you want to do?"

"Solve, this matter."

The Black Steed looked at the statues and grinned hideously, "Later, I'll be counting on you, Doctor."

In the Plague Doctor's peripheral vision, the Black Steed raised his hand and took out a sharp bishou from his inventory, as well as a small syringe filled with crystal-clear liquid.

The Black Steed shook the syringe and gently pierced it into his neck, pushing the plunger and injecting a strong painkiller.

His muddled brain cleared up, and the icy coldness all over his body was quickly dispelled.

What replaced it was an intense heat that wanted to scorch his body and soul together.

His brain, so hot.

The Black Steed trembled, threw the strong painkiller on the ground, and gripped the bishou hilt,

pressing the cold tip of the blade against his cheek.

The Plague Doctor seemed to realize something and asked in disbelief, "What are you going to do?"

The Black Steed did not answer, nor could he answer—the strong painkiller had robbed him of too much reason.

He simply extended the blade clumsily towards the corner of his eye.

"These things, need to be 'watched' so they won't continue to move."

The Black Steed took a deep breath and slowly and firmly cut open the corner of his eye with the tip of the knife.

Blood slid down from the wound, and before the blood could drip to the ground,

the cold blade had already chajin his eye socket, and twisted violently.

The intense, brain-piercing pain could not be concealed even by the strong painkiller.

The Black Steed screamed miserably, bending over, like a cooked shrimp.

The Plague Doctor hanging on the wall swallowed hard, he was still staring at the statues, but watching the Black Steed out of the corner of his eye, "Are you alright?"

The Black Steed trembled, straightened his back, his hands holding a bloody eyeball, still connected to many eye muscles.

Profuse blood gushed from the dark eye socket, sliding down his cheeks and dripping to the ground.

In the Plague Doctor's complicated gaze, the Black Steed clumsily put the eyeball into a transparent glass box,

and then glued the box firmly to the wall at the end of the corridor.

Mission Objective: Resolve seven paranormal events, currently completed 7/7

Script Mission "Campus Memories" has been completed

Restrictions have been lifted

Current Objective: Go to any washroom and use the mirror to teleport

"Solved."

The Black Steed grinned as he stood up, almost falling to the ground as he walked towards the corridor railing.

After the system lifted the restrictions, the Plague Doctor immediately climbed over the railing and entered the corridor, pulling the Black Steed up,

and released his Divine Hands Resurrecting title skill, stopping the blood that was constantly flowing from the Black Steed's eye socket.

At this time, Li Ang, who had been rushing all the way, also put away his spider claws, climbing up the wall with his hands and feet, and reunited with his two teammates.

He listened carefully, the dense footsteps downstairs were getting closer and closer, and the angle of the entire building was tilting more and more.

"Follow me"

Li Ang watched the Plague Doctor carrying the Black Steed on his shoulder, while he held the steel rod and slammed it against the rotting floor, smashing a hole in it.

Li Ang jumped down from the hole and ran wildly towards the washroom at the other end of the corridor, while the Plague Doctor followed closely behind, carrying the Black Steed.

Along the way, the corridor floor continued to collapse, the entire building continued to tilt,

and pale arms stretched out from the walls, ceilings, and ground, trying to grab the three players.

Li Ang wielded the steel rod with great force, cooperating with Ripple energy to sweep away and smash countless ghosts to death.

However, more and stronger vengeful souls were gathering and surging towards the art building,

either soaring up and swooping down,

or climbing up the walls,

or merging into the building and flashing to attack.

Fortunately, the art building's washroom was not far away, and the three players barely made it to the washroom before the ghosts formed an encirclement.

The washroom was filled with the stench of decay. The Plague Doctor looked at the wall,

only to find that the mirror hanging on the wall was already covered with black hair, firmly filling the mirror surface.

A woman's head poked out from the black hair on the mirror, she looked at the three players, a venomous sneer hanging on her pale face.

"Stay!"

She screamed in a high-pitched voice that sounded like many people overlapping, "Stay!"

Without saying a word, Li Ang took out a ranshaoping from his inventory and smashed it over, saying coldly in the midst of the flames, "Still staying, who do you think you are?"

The hair covering the mirror was ignited by the flames. The woman in the mirror was just about to scream miserably when a steel rod smashed her head.

"This mirror can't be used anymore."

Li Ang glanced at the still-burning mirror and took out several full-length mirrors from his inventory, "Fortunately, I prepared in advance."

These full-length mirrors included those Li Ang had purchased before the mission started, as well as those he had collected from the swimming pool.

The purpose was to target the teleportation condition at the start of the mission: "Enter the washroom and use the mirror to teleport."

Li Ang placed several mirrors on the ground, the three of them looked at each other, and jumped into the mirror surfaces together, their

shapes disappearing as if immersed in water.