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Chapter 89: Seven Mysteries of the Campus (Conclusion)
Chapter 89: Seven Mysteries of the Campus (Conclusion)
Feng Bu Jue exhaled sharply, silently thanking himself for not pulling out his Mario's Pipe Wrench. If his prized Fine-Grade weapon had fallen into Ouink’s hands, he’d have no choice but to swallow the loss.
Losing the kitchen knife here wasn’t a bad trade, though. Exchanging a common-quality tool easily found in large scenarios for a unique item that restored vitality was actually a fair deal.
He grabbed a bowl and hurried to the stove, lifting the lids of two pots to peek inside. Using a ladle, he stirred both. The contents were identical—pork and pig bones simmering in broth. On the nearby counter, he spotted leftover pig fat and skin. Only then did Feng Bu Jue fully relax, though a lingering thought crept in: if he’d been the one dismembering a human corpse, would he have had the courage? What emotions would have surged while cooking it?
Ouink approached, seemingly reading his mind. With a disdainful snort, it remarked casually, “In my birthplace, lies and slavery reigned. Thinking was forbidden. Priests taught us to obey and endure. I’ve processed countless pigs in slaughterhouses—repeating the same task daily. Cooking them is nothing.”
Feng Bu Jue wasn’t sure how to respond. He simply nodded.
He quickly filled a bowl with soup, gripped it tightly, and rushed toward the kitchen exit. Before leaving, he turned back to Ouink: “Thanks… and goodbye.”
Ouink didn’t reply. As Feng Bu Jue stepped out, the artificial lights dimmed, swallowing the hulking pig-man’s figure in darkness.
[Main Quest Progress Update]
[Explore Yejie High School, dispel seven paranormal phenomena. Current progress: 6/7]
Si Yu heard the system prompt and saw Feng Bu Jue returning, finally exhaling in relief. Those few minutes had felt longer than the previous hour. Left alone, she’d been on edge, imagining the worst if he’d vanished. She’d blame herself endlessly for dragging him into this scenario.
But when her eyes landed on the bowl in Feng Bu Jue’s hands, relief turned to shock. What? Is he addicted? Did he already finish two bowls and still need a takeaway?
Feng Bu Jue placed the soup before her, gestured for her to drink, and pantomimed lifting a bowl to his mouth. She didn’t know about its restorative effect yet, so he added exaggerated motions to explain.
Realizing the truth, Si Yu downed the broth. Checking her game menu, her vitality surged from 21% to full. She signaled back, confirming her restored health.
Feng Bu Jue nodded, motioning for her to hand over the lantern. He’d lead the way.
As they exited the cafeteria, the courtyard swarmed with ghosts—long-haired wraiths, split-faced horrors, scale-covered fiends, and mask-wearing specters. The sight reminded Feng Bu Jue of the Lonely City under Samo Di’er’s control. Back then, he and his team had been mobbed by monsters too, though those bore Western mythic traits. These, however, were steeped in Eastern folklore—pale, grotesque, and relentless.
No time to dwell. Feng Bu Jue took the lead, lantern in hand, with Si Yu close behind. Both had full vitality and stamina after hours of rest. Confident, they knew even relentless ghostly pursuit couldn’t stop their final task.
They sprinted, spirits in hot pursuit. Circling the main building, they reached the open playground again.
Under moonlight at the school gates stood a solitary figure—or rather, a ghost. A red-clad little girl. As she entered their view, her eerie song returned, sung this time from her own lips.
With each note, the world shifted. The moon darkened, veiled in mist. The school buildings, plants, and playground melted away, replaced by a desolate graveyard.
As the girl reached her final verse, her lyrics changed: “Ghostly shadows, blood-soaked grounds… Spirits chase, flee without sound… Tread slow, tread slow… Through Hell’s path, no soul shall go.” The haunting melody ceased.
She giggled—a chilling sound—and floated upward, blood dripping from her eyes, nose, and mouth. “Uncle… Auntie… stay and play?”
Feng Bu Jue’s first coherent words were: “Who’s uncle?!” He shouted, stowing the lantern and lunging forward, striking Eiko’s face with his Pipe Wrench.
Thud! The weapon connected, a chunk of the ghost’s face flying off in a spray of black blood. But as the scenario’s boss, she wasn’t falling so easily—her levitation proved that.
Feng Bu Jue gripped her neck, savagely battering her with the wrench, indifferent to the blood splattering his face. “Call me brother!”
Eiko laughed maniacally, her broken skull unbothered. Feng Bu Jue’s blows landed, yet the Concussion effect never triggered. Worse, his vitality dwindled—was the blood, laughter, or mere contact draining him? He couldn’t tell.
Si Yu watched, stifling a laugh. Feng Bu Jue’s overreaction to being called “Auntie” was almost endearing. “Your Spirit Arts Proficiency is active?” she asked, calmly stepping forward, sword in hand.
“Yeah. Why?” Feng Bu Jue replied, then realized: “Wait—is only you who can physically strike ghosts while it’s active?”
“Correct.” Si Yu’s tone remained terse. In a blur, she vanished, reappearing beside Eiko.
Her eyes turned icy, blade slicing through the air.
A flash of cold light. Feng Bu Jue barely registered the movement before Eiko split at the waist, shrieking. Black blood erupted like juice from a crushed fruit—Feng Bu Jue leapt aside to avoid the geyser.
Compared to Si Yu’s single stroke, Feng Bu Jue’s relentless attacks were meaningless. In the Thirteenth-Level Steps scenario, he’d have died thrice over. Yet Si Yu’s innate talent cut through illusions—a martial arts master spotting the fatal weak point.
[Current Task Completed. Main Quest Completed.]
[Scenario finished. Auto-transfer in 180 seconds.]
“No way… she’s that strong?” Feng Bu Jue muttered. He knew Si Yu was formidable, but witnessing her one-shot a boss was staggering. He’d seen her slice chandeliers in the Usher House, but this nonchalant ghost-slaying was next level.
“No, you’re the one who did it,” Si Yu replied. “We succeeded because of you.”
Eiko’s corpse hit the ground, dissolving into black blood. The ghostly horde and graveyard illusion vanished. The school reappeared, moonlight bathing the gates. The sign Ye Jie High School glowed faintly.
Standing there, Feng Bu Jue felt the surreal weight of their ordeal. The Dry Well Soul-Drainer, the Grotesque-Armed Harpist, the Corpse Cradle, the Blood-Soaked One-Eyed Phantom, the Heavenly Butcher, and now Eiko. Even Xiao Tan’s nerves would’ve shattered here. He wondered if his Terror Value had shifted.
“Discuss in my conference room later,” Si Yu said. Translation: Let’s get out of here first.
“Agreed. I’ll group you after transfer.”
They vanished together.
Minutes later, a hulking pig-headed shadow trundled toward the bloodstain, pushing a cart of cleaning supplies. It dipped a mop—its fibers not cloth, but jet-black hair—into a bucket and began scrubbing.
(End of Chapter)
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