The door of the toilet opened, and a pale hand stretched out from the darkness. No one dared to make a peep, their hearts beat wildly in silence.
Yang Jian didn’t expect Fang Jing, a classmate from the same class, would suddenly lash out at him like this, grabbing and pushing him towards the ghost.
"Fang Jing, you’re trying to kill me!"
Yang Jian gritted his teeth in rage, immediately reacting to his assault, and hastily grabbed onto Fang Jing's arm.
Their feet remained planted, the two of them stopped in place.
"Yang Jian, as long as you’re not dead, I can’t ever feel at ease. Did you really think I didn’t mean what I said? You are too naive right now, you let your guard down even while knowing my inventions, but this is in my expectations. After all, you are just a student who doesn’t understand anything yet, you don’t know how cruel the world can be, allow me give you a lesson."
Fang Jing yelled behind him, "Why are you guys just sitting there! We have to push him into the toilet to delay the ghost inside otherwise we’ll all be doomed. If you want to live, we’re going to have to sacrifice someone. There is no other way."
And this worked. Under the threat of a ghost, and the dilemma Fang Jing created, people will do anything to survive once given a seemingly legitimate reason.
Three male classmates rushed over in horror, and grabbed Yang Jian.
With four people now all pushing on him together, and it was impossible for an individual to resist anymore.
Yang Jian's figure flew backwards with their combined force, and was soon pushed till the entrance of the toilet.
As soon as Yang Jiang got close, the pale palm that stretched out from the darkness lightly rested on his shoulder, it's cold and stiff fingers gripped on, and held him tightly.
A horrifying amount of force pulled Yang Jian into the pitch black toilet behind him.
"Yang Jian! Get in there! You’re dead for sure this time, be sure to be smarter in your next life." Fang Jing rammed him heavily and shouted.
Yang Jian was furious. He’s already lost his feeling in his entire shoulder, as if it had already been crushed by that cold and pale hand. At the same time, a bone chilling coldness enveloped his whole body, his blood seemed to have frozen over.
"You pieces of shit, you wanna kill your classmate so bad? Then don’t expect to have an easy time with this. If I’m dying, I’m taking some of you with me."
Finishing what he said, he stopped resisting, and instead his hands firmly latched onto the arms of two of his classmates.
The frightening amount of force pulling on Yang Jian dragged all them backwards.
Fang Jing knew something was fishy, and hurriedly backed away without letting Yang Jian grab him.
"No, no, let me go, Yang Jian, let me go!"
"Please, I don't want to die, don't grab me, grab someone else."
The two classmates who were caught panicked, crying, they begged for mercy..
Yang Jian knew that he was a dead man walking, ao wasn’t so scared anymore. As he felt the darkness surround him. He coldly whispered to them, "Stop yelling, since you wanted to kill me, then coming down with me. Fang Jing, don't get too complacent, after I die, if I become a ghost, I won’t ever let you get away with this..."
“Bang~!"
With a loud bang, the door to the toilet slammed shut just as the pale arm retracted into the darkness.
Yang Jian, and two other classmates who set him up disappeared in front of them.
The door remained closed, and there weren't any more movements.
Seeing this, Fang Jing let out a sigh of relief, and squeezed out a smile on his frightened face.
Yang Jian, you’re finally dead.
"Fang Jing, y-you really killed Yang Jian and the others..." The other people who saw this scene trembled and said.
Fang Jing said with a stern face: "Shut up! Without me, the ghost that just walked out would have killed all of us, what are you doing just standing around. Come with me if you want to live, the three of them won’t be able to delay the ghost for long. Once the ghost kills them, it’ll come out again, then it’ll be us who’re going to die.”
After finishing, he turned around and walked up the stairs without saying anything.
"Fang Jing, why are we going back?"
"If we continue downwards, we’ll end up dead, who knows what else we will encounter. Plus, we may be able to meet up with Zhou Zheng if we walk back , and if he’s not dead, maybe he can save us." Fang Jing replied.
There is also an extreme amount of fear in his heart.
Because the more people die in an apparition’s domain, the more terrifying it becomes, the window of escape has been shortened by a lot.
It was cold and dark, accompanied by the ticking of dripping water, it's like if the faucet was not closed tightly enough.
Yang Jian and two other of his classmates were brought into the toilet devoid of any traces of light by the pale hand.
"Get out, let's get out of here."
Duan Peng and Zheng Fei broke free from Yang Jian grasp, and panicked, hurriedly fumbling around the wall, trying to escape from here by opening the washroom door.
The cold walls were also mottled and pitted, and gave off a rotten smell.
The toilet was only so big. Under normal circumstances, you could reach the door and leave here even with your eyes closed. But as his two classmates felt around in the dark in all directions, the only things they found was the wall in front of them.
Extending leftwards was the wall, extending rightwards was still the wall... A wall that had no end was blocking them.
And the door was already gone...
"W-where’s the door? Where’s the door? It was here just now, did you find Zheng Fei?" Duan Peng cried, his voice wobbling weakly.
"I haven’t found it either." Zheng Fei said in a fearful tone.
They felt around the wall in a frenzy, leaving not one inch of the wall untouched, attempting to find that familiar toilet door.
But no matter how much they felt around, they couldn’t find the door leading to the exit, there was only a mottled, cold wall.
Or rather, there is no such door in the first place.
Just as they were looking for a door to escape from this place, Yang Jian's situation was worsening.
Because he could feel the cold hand that is gripping onto his shoulders, from the beginning, he only lost sensation of his shoulders, now, he was losing sensation in his entire arm, and as time goes by, the area where he loses sensation would only grow… If it spreads to his whole body, Yang Jian was sure that he would become but a cold corpse.
Yang Jian dripping with cold sweat, he’s already tried his best to break free from the hand.
But it was useless, it felt like a nail was pinning down the hand where it caught his shoulder, it was immovable.
He tried struggling in all kinds of ways, but it didn’t do anything.
“So this is where I’m going to die?" That was the only thought going through his mind at the moment.
In the end, maybe he had accepted his fate.
There was no fear in his heart, he just thought that if he was going to die, it would be better to call his family once last time, even a voicemail would do.
A wry smile appeared at the corners of Yang Jian's lips, resisting the coldness and numbness in his body, he took out his mobile phone and tried to call his family.
But when he turned on the phone, the screen lit up, displaying the forum story he had read before.
The story was on the last page.
And there was an audio file on the bottom.
Yang Jian suddenly stopped when he spotted the audio file, suddenly reminding him of the knocking sounds the old man made while knocking on the classroom door.
"Wait, if the old man really kills using the sound of its door knocks, then this sound should have an effect not only on people, but also on ghosts. Zhou Zheng said before, only apparitions can deal with apparitions."
When he thought of this, his eyes lit up, and there was once again some hope of his survival.
Without hesitating, Yang Jian used his other hand, which could still move, and clicked on the audio file.
"Knock, knock-knock!"
The dull door knocks sounded again, echoing in the darkness.
But something unexpected happened this time around.
The pale hand holding onto Yang Jian's shoulder, quickly retracted as if it had been burned and disappeared into the darkness.
The cold, rigid feeling quickly receded from his body.