Zhou Zheng's roar jolted the class which was still in a state of disarray awake.
Even if they were all stupefied by this sudden change to their daily lives, it is in the instinct of every creature to survive.
"Follow me if you want to live!"
Fang Jing called out first, rushing out of his seat, he bolted straight for the classroom’s back door.
They are on the fifth floor. And if they want to leave their school, they would have to go downstairs first. If this were the second or first floor, he would have jumped out of the window without hesitating.
But if you did so from the fifth floor, it would be no different from suicide.
Fang Jing’s daring escape was very persuasive, the others reacted and almost instinctively followed him out of the classroom.
Yang Jian didn’t hesitate either, and left together with them.
He had a hunch that Zhou Zheng wouldn’t be able to hold the old man for too long.
"Rumble..."
The weathered flooring gave out, unable to support so many people anymore, several students fell down along with the floor.
"Zhang Wei! Miao Xiaoshan!"
Yang Jian was startled, and hurried around the gaping hole.
"Shit! I'm fine. Which son of a bitch just pushed me! I’m suing him for murder!" Zhang Wei rubbed his ass and inhaled in pain.
Fortunately, they only fell into the classroom below, which was only about three meters.
But when Zhang Wei turned his head to look at the others who had also fallen, his eyelids twitched.
Someone was lying on the ground, her eyes widened, blood oozed from her neck, her mouth gurgling with blood, she wasn't dead just yet. But Yang Jian saw a blood-stained steel bar running right through her neck.
It was Su Lei~!
She was a pretty classmate who had good academic performance in the class. Which garnered her many admirers, and now she was in an accident.
With such a fatal injury, that it was already too late to call an ambulance, let alone help her in this situation.
"All of you, get up, we’re leaving this place, we don’t have much time."
Yang Jian yelled, he couldn’t afford to care about others and just left at once.
"Yang Jian, you don’t need to tell me to leave this god forsaken place... Damn, you really just ran away, don’t ask me for material in the future." Zhang Wei cursed.
The students were in a frenzy right now, rushing out of the classroom, and then down the stairs.
"Can we really leave here safe and sound?"
Yang Jian was feeling uneasy, the image of the old man wearing a qipao, covered with blood clots lingered in his mind.
If the old man is really a ghost, will Zhou Zheng really be able to deal with it?
He’s said before that apparitions cannot be killed.
And that only apparitions can deal with apparitions.
Wait... Is that Zhou Zheng also a ghost?
In an instant, Yang Jian felt like he was on pins and needles, his whole body ran cold.
Did I just listen to a lecture by a ghost?
What is going on anymore!
Outside the classroom, in the corridors, Zhou Zheng is still trying his best to hold down the old man, preventing him from manifesting his domain again.
Once its domain manifests again, if the students are still inside it, they won’t be able to walk out of this place alive even if they’ve already left the classroom.
However this was already out of his hands, the terror level of the old man in the black shirt has far exceeded his expectations, he has no longer has any idea how long it could be held down.
At this time, the students were rushing down the stairs frantically, running around like a group of frightened hares.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
It was as if the hope of leaving this place was right in front of them.
But when Fang Jing reached the corner in the middle of the stairs, a slight sizzle could be heard, the lights fizzed out instantly, and the whole staircase fell into darkness.
The darkness is so dense you couldn’t even see your fingers anymore, there wasn't any light shining through the window either.
"Ah~!"
The instant the lights burned out, a female classmate let out a scream.
"Damn it, is Zhou Zheng reaching his limit? The ghost’s domain hasn’t been manifested again, right? What category of apparition is that old man? He’s too terrifying."
Cold sweat broke out on Fang Jing’s face. He couldn’t bear the risk of staying in one place in complete darkness, he turned his head and shouted: "Go, go, go! Don’t stop!"
He didn't actually want to save these people, but he couldn't let them die in the ghost’s domain either.
Or else, it would only become even more terrifying.
They felt about in the darkness, it wasn’t too difficult for those who are familiar with the environment to keep heading downwards.
But as they continued to walk down, Fang Jing suddenly stopped in his tracks. Something was wrong.
He wasn’t alone on this, Yang Jian, who was in the back, also noticed this abnormality. He was tense, as he had already noticed that the number of stairs they went down was already more than five... but there were still more stairs in front of them.
"All of you, stop! Stop walking!"
Fang Jing, who was in front stopped, and the others behind him also stopped subconsciously.
Under this kind of situation, where everyone was confused and scared, Fang Jing, who was calm, seemed to have become the backbone of the group.
"Fang Jing, what's wrong, why aren’t we leaving?" a girl asked, trembling.
"If you’re not leaving, I am. I’m not staying here to wait for my death."
Motivated by fear, some guys continued to walking down and soon sunk into the darkness.
"Fang Jing, don't fuck around in this kind of situation man, its going to get someone killed."
Someone stopped, and complained in a sobbing tone.
"Stop fucking walking! Haven't you been counting how many stairs we’ve walked from the fifth floor until here?" Fang Jing swore.
"Who fucking counts these things when they’re running for their lives!."
When you’re panicking, most people won't pay attention to such minute and unimportant details, after all. not everyone has the ability to be cool headed.
Yang Jian was silent for a while, then he spoke up: "We’ve already reached the third floor before the lights went out, and were walking towards the second floor, but when we got halfway there, the lights went out. We could have already left when we reached the first floor. But since the lights went out, we have at least gone down three or even four floors. In other words, we've gone underground. "
"But our school doesn’t have a basement."
"Fuck Yang Jian, don't say such terrifying things man, look at what deep shit we are in?" Someone In the darkness replied.
"Then what should we do! Do we keep going or not!"
"Why don't we try and go down a few floors? Maybe Yang Jian made a mistake."
Just as everyone was discussing, a faint light cropped up in the darkness, a female classmate with shaking hands and turned its flashlight.
You can still use your phones?
Everyone was surprised seeing this, and hurriedly took out their own phones to turn on their lights.
Immediately a dozen phones lit up, but compared to the total number of people in their class, that was simply too few. Did everyone else get separated?
Strangely, the lights were not as strong as usual, it was like they were being forced back by the surrounding darkness, their lights could only luminate less than one meter in front of them.
Any further, was only darkness as thick as ink.
The depressing darkness made it difficult to get air into your lungs, the students felt like they would get lost in it at any moment now.
"Lets just keep going."
Fang Jing gritted his teeth, there wasn’t any other way.
This isn’t an existence that can be resisted by an individual. He can only pray that Zhou Zheng wasn’t dead yet and could to hold down the apparition again, suppressing its domain.
Otherwise...everyone’s probably going to remain lost in its domain, for the rest of their lives at that.
The group continued down the steps.
This time it wasn’t just Fang Jing, many students were also counting the floors.
One floor, two floors, three floors...
The longer they counted, the more they panicked. And when they counted till their fifth floor, what they saw were even more stairs in front of them. Everyone stopped dead, their hands and feet cold, a frightened expression was plastered on everyone’s face. A female classmate started breaking down and slumped on the ground crying.
"W-we’ve already went down five floors."
"I’ve also counted five floors, this, this is the end for us, we’re not walking out of here!"
"Ghost hit wall, it must be ghost hit wall..."
t/n: ghost hit wall, or 鬼打墻 is a chinese term meaning you’re going in circles, stuck in one place because there’s a ghost haunting you
For a while, everyone was at a loss.
Fang Jing's expression was particularly ugly, he couldn’t afford to keep going. He cursed everyone around him. I can’t die like this?
"Yang Jian, you’re not dead yet, right?"
Suddenly, he cried out in a violent tone.
"Fang Jing, I haven’t done shit to you, don't jinx me like this." Yang Jian said coldly.
Fang Jing turned around, passing through the crowd, grabbing Yang Jian by his collar, and said viciously: "Since you are not dead, lead the way. You’ll be able to leave here alive. With your potential, you won’t die in this kind of place."
Yang Jian said: "You know more than me, and even you can't get out, what can I do?"
"You must know something, fucking say something!" Fang Jing bellowed with a sullen expression.
He’s already trapped. He could only place his hopes on Yang Jian, if Yang Jian can really reach those heights in the future, he definitely won’t die here.
From the beginning, he had already been paying attention to Yang Jian.
Deciphering the door knocker’s rules in such short notice, clearly counting the number of stairs while escaping.
There is no doubt that this guy has a terrifying ability to adapt.
Ordinary people would already be petrified with fear if they suddenly came into contact with a ghost, not to mention one that could manifest a domain, they would be nowhere near as calm as he was.
This is a kind of talent.
This kind of talent would be useless under normal circumstances, even if it has some use, it would never be used, under this specific situation arising from great changes the world is experiencing right now, this talent can increase his chance of survival. If he becomes an apparition user, this talent will become very advantageous when dealing with apparitions.
"Fang Jing, it’s useless to ask me. This is the first time I’ve encountered this kind of situation. If I could get out, I would have already left. Stay here for more than a second, and you might encounter that thing. Do you really think I wanna die?" Yang Jian said.
Fang Jing's heart sank, only then did he realize that this time around Yang Jian was still a clueless newbie.
He almost cracked up at how ridiculous it was from him to ask Yang Jiang for help at this time.
Is his impression of Yang Jian in the future influencing him that much?
"F-Fang Jing, shit, look..." Suddenly a classmate shivering, pointed towards the toilet door.
There’s a toilet between the third and second floors of the school.
"Damn it, we’re still between the second and the third floor after all this running, it's really over now."
"No, that’s not it, look behind the door, I think there’s some guy there." The student trembled, raised his phone and pointed his light at the shadowy figure.
Everyone backed away in shock.
Behind the glass window of the toilet door, a blurry outline of a tall humanoid figure appeared under the light.
"W-who’s in there!" Someone boldly called out.
I really hope it's just our classmate.
"Squeak~!"
A lengthy creaking of the door echoed in the halls, a pale arm was stretched out from the inky black toilet, this arm was placed itself on the door. slowly pushing it open.
"That’s not a person, it’s another ghost!"
Fang Jing's pupils shrank, but he quickly showed a fierce look again.
"Since you don't know anything, go to hell!"
Gripping onto Yang Jian with all his strength, he thrusted him into the endlessly dark toilet, intending to temporarily delay the newborn ghost with his life.