The teaching building was completely empty and silent. After so many days, the corpse had already started to stink, and it was impossible to go above the fifth floor.
Sur opened all the windows in the teaching building, but the smell trapped in the corridor could not be dissipated.
The hardcover of the Book of Answers was thicker than the remaining pages. After going outside to get some fresh air, Su Er stepped into the classroom. Their eyes met, and before the divine fortune teller could speak, he took the initiative to say, "Nine pages."
He had seen through it all. Finding the corresponding identity of the dead student was of no use to a person who was extremely unlucky.
Hearing the heavy sigh, the fortune teller said calmly, "Whatever benefits you take, you must return double in other ways."
Sur swallowed the last bite of bread and lowered his eyes to comfort himself, thinking that at least the mysterious eyeball was quite valuable.
He brushed off the bread crumbs and placed his hand on the book of answers. He was distracted for a moment before opening it.
After many days of contact, the fortune teller had a deep understanding of Su Er. This expression was a brain-stimulating thing for the person involved, but for him it was a sign that a loophole was about to appear in the copy.
"You..." He rubbed his brows and warned, "Behave yourself."
Soul gave up turning the pages of the book and instead leaned forward, resting his arm on it and saying in a consulting tone, "I want to go to a movie."
The fatigue in his eyes dissipated, and the divine fortune teller's eyes instantly turned cold. He directly pierced through that layer of window paper: "Don't even think about exploring this world."
Su Er curled his lips, knowing there was no room for negotiation. Ji Heng wasn't there, and he wasn't bold enough to leave the school. Helplessly, he simply opened the book of answers.
——Dancing elves.
The fortune teller glanced at him and said, "Congratulations."
This suggests that it will be a very difficult ghost.
A mournful female voice appeared out of nowhere, lingering in my ears: "I practiced dancing until very late every day for the New Year's Eve party. Why did God let me, who worked so hard, miss a step when going downstairs?"
The question was repeated over and over again. The increasingly shrill voice pierced his eardrums and hurt. Su Er frowned and covered his ears. In front of him was a girl in a school uniform with a bloody head. She tilted her head slightly and her tone suddenly softened: "Tell me... why is this happening?"
He blew gently into Suer's ear, and the cool touch was enough to give people goose bumps.
Sur sat motionless, about to use the electric shock device, but suddenly looked at the Book of Answers.
The girl looked over and her angry expression froze for a moment.
Su Er remained calm and smiled slightly, saying, "I also have a question. Why has the Book of Answers become so thin?"
"…"
After a long sleep, the world seemed completely different when she woke up. The girl carefully examined Sur, making sure she didn't sense any overpowering aura from him. But as a container for ghosts, the Book of Answers had clearly been mistreated.
"Do you need me to play games with you?"
Sur sat there calmly, and this calmness made the girl who was about to launch a sneak attack feel a little uncertain again.
Staring at the almost 'thin as a cicada's wing' answer book, the girl curled her fingers. If the answer book didn't self-destruct, it would mean that... the person in front of her had stolen half of the book.
Take a deep breath—
"Excuse me."
After saying this, the figure faded and gradually disappeared.
Su Er had a strong desire for knowledge and looked up at the host: "Where do the disappeared ghosts go?"
It was originally believed that the disappearance of the pages of the book meant the death of the ghost, but the female ghost just left cleanly and neatly, so it was obvious that she was not going to die.
"The weak will die, and the strong will find a new place to go." The fortune teller picked up the tortoise shell and wiped off the dust on it, knowing that he had miscalculated.
The difficulty of that ghost lies in its cunningness. Any other ghost would have the urge to kill humans upon seeing them.
This is an instinct that is difficult to control.
"What a pity." He looked regretful.
·
Transfer station.
Ji Heng's presence attracted a lot of attention. He was there before the players entered the dungeon, and he was still there after they came out. At first, the players thought he had entered the dungeon midway, but after talking with members of the same organization and sorting out the timeline, they discovered that he had actually been there the entire time.
Finally, someone couldn't contain their curiosity and walked over to talk to them: "It seems like I see you here every day."
Knowing that if you refuse to answer now, someone else will come and talk to you soon.
Ji Heng said succinctly: "I used the team props, but my teammates haven't come out yet." Before the other party wanted to continue asking questions, he continued: "It's a special dungeon, so you don't need to enter and exit together."
Hearing this answer, the man was a little disappointed. Then he thought, if he had a big secret, why would he reveal it so openly in front of everyone?
"I..."
Dark clouds rolled in from the horizon without warning, interrupting the subsequent communication.
Ever since Su'er was dragged into the game, this has happened a few times every month. Those nearby instinctively glanced towards Ji Heng, but found no sign of Su'er. They then looked around to confirm that no other players had left the dungeon.
Those who are familiar with each other get together to discuss.
"What's going on?"
"Dark clouds loom overhead. This is clearly a phenomenon that only appears before the achievement points are announced."
However, aside from the rolling dark clouds, the game notification sound was nowhere to be heard. Looking up at the sticky cumulus clouds, someone joked to ease the tension: "Maybe some genius is about to achieve enlightenment, and God is giving him a chance to overcome his tribulation."
Many people smiled in support, but Ji Heng frowned. Judging from the remaining pages, it was time for Su Er to come out.
It seemed that Su'er had let loose quite a bit in the dungeon during his absence. And unless the players emerged alive, the achievement points wouldn't be announced in advance. Gazing at the endless dark clouds, Ji Heng couldn't help but laugh... The game had even made the necessary preparations before the achievement points were announced.
·
Three pages, the last three pages!
After sending away several ghosts in succession, Su Er breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the pages of the book that were as thick as a fingernail.
The fortune teller's eyes also lit up, but his tone was a little harsh: "I thought you would wait until you had watched forty-nine days of sunrise before you were willing to leave."
Upon hearing this, Su Er forced a smile on his lips. It only took this long for Taishang Laojun to refine the elixir.
"One third probability..." He couldn't remember how many times he had put his hand on the cover again. He vaguely felt that the words on it had been worn off by him.
He closed his eyes, held his breath, and moved it gently. He didn't dare to look at it at first. After a few seconds, his left eye slowly opened a little, and his lips trembled.
"I did it." Su Er stood up suddenly, his tone full of disbelief: "I actually did it."
The divine fortune teller also stood up at the same time as him. When they looked at each other, they both read a sense of relief from each other's brows.
As dawn broke, before leaving the classroom, Suhl suddenly asked, "Why didn't the police bring the murderer to identify the scene?"
"Don't worry about it." The fortune teller pressed his temples, hoping he would go away quickly. "I didn't spit out those mouthfuls of blood in vain."
Sur was just asking casually, he was more concerned about completing the mission.
According to the answer book's instructions, the diploma was hidden in the projector screen of Class 3-1. When he arrived, he stared at the rolled-up screen for a few seconds and began searching around for the remote control.
Having found nothing, they tried to pull it out by hand. Dust fell down and made people sneeze several times.
As the curtain was drawn, a piece of paper fluttered out. Soul quickly jumped off the stool to pick it up, confirming it was a diploma. Before he could see the details, the diploma and his body began to dissolve.
Guessing that it was the host seeing him off, Sur tried to turn around and say something, but the shell dissolved very quickly and soon spread to his neck, leaving him no chance to turn his head.
The fortune teller watched the nail house disappear with an expressionless face, then turned to look out the window. The golden sunlight shone in, and he felt a long-lost peace in his heart.
It was daytime and sunny when I left the dungeon. When the feeling of weightlessness ended and I successfully returned to the transfer station, the sky and the earth were gloomy.
Before I could react, the game prompt sounded like a wake-up call:
[Congratulations to player Su'er for achieving the achievement 'Super Endurance'.]
[Congratulations to player Su'er for achieving the achievement 'Changing people is like changing clothes.']
[Congratulations to player Su'er for achieving the achievement 'People know the horror of ghosts, ghosts know the viciousness of human hearts'.]
"…"
The person in question was in a daze, and he hadn't had a good rest in the dungeon for many days, so he didn't know where to look with his dizzy eyes.
"Brother," someone coughed, "your badge has gotten bigger."
Su Er belatedly realized and lowered his head, realizing that, as expected, his increased achievement points had given him some extra space. He ignored all that and began to wander through the crowd, his gaze fixed precisely on a familiar figure.
He stretched his stiff shoulders and walked over.
"I'm back."
He had obvious dark circles under his eyes, his clothes were tattered, his hair had grown a few millimeters longer, and he exuded a decadent dejection, like a prisoner who had just been released from prison.
It was a happy thing that he could come out safely. Ji Heng knew that the other party had suffered a lot and should be comforted. However, when he saw Su Er's eyes full of resentment, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise.
"Sorry." He suppressed his smile, making his voice slightly dull.
Su Er shook his head and said helplessly: "I hurt the enemy a thousand times but hurt myself eight hundred times."
There were so many people talking that I felt cautious about what I said, so I simply walked towards the treasure appraisal point.
Several players followed him closely along the way, occasionally brushing past him head-on, their expressions complicated. Suer guessed it might have something to do with the achievement points. The first two were manageable, but the phrase "Ghosts Know How Vicious People Are" was the most sinister.
In the future, when we go to dungeons, I guess no one will dare to have too much contact with him.
When they were almost at the treasure appraisal point, Ji Heng stopped first, turned sideways, and looked at the player behind him with narrowed eyes.
"We are here to appraise treasures, too." The man raised his hands.
Ji Heng said in a deep voice: "The transfer station has its own rules."
After confirming that he had no intention of giving in, the tails behind him disappeared.
Ji Heng bent down, picked up a stone, and suddenly threw it steadily and fiercely at the bushes in front of him. A cry of pain was heard, and the thin man ran away, covering his forehead.
Su Er pondered for a moment, "A feint to the east and attack in the west? A group of people follow openly to attract attention, and then send one person to lurk quietly?"
Ji Heng nodded: "There was quite a stir before the achievement points were announced. I guess everyone thought you got something good in there."
"Open robbery?"
"Not really. These people aren't very powerful. At most, they're just reselling information."
While he was speaking, Su Er had already placed the small coal ball into the groove. The display screen flickered several times before a line of words slowly appeared:
[Smear on the face: Apply it to your face to reduce your presence infinitely for five minutes, perfect for lazy people.]
Su Er sighed softly, "It's very much like Master Dongfeng's personal style."
He placed Zhang Xiaohua's butterfly hairpin on top, and this time he quickly determined: [Butterfly Hairpin: Disposable consumable item. This is middleman Zhang Xiaohua's favorite headpiece. Using it will increase middleman efficiency by 10%.]
"There are certain requirements," Su Er frowned. "You must use middlemen to make a profit."
Ji Heng: "It suits you very well."
Just like it was tailor-made.
"…"