Chapter 138 - 138 One hundred thirty-eight

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138: One hundred thirty-eight. Strange blood-colored tentacles 138: One hundred thirty-eight. Strange blood-colored tentacles Creak— The third ghost stood outside the door, still a female ghost, shabby and limping, expressionless. Shabby doesn’t refer to her clothes, although they were indeed worn out. This ghost, with skin like torn fabric, a crooked foot, a twisted mouth, and one half-open eye with a cloudy pupil, stood by the door and opened her mouth. Lu Li felt that if the ghosts continued, the number of students in the first afternoon class might be less than half. “There are three ghosts in your room, you’re afraid, so you want to hide here with me, right?” Lu Li spoke for her. A few seconds later, the female ghost murmuringly answered, “...Right.” “Please come in.” The female ghost, emitting a stench of decay, staggered past Lu Li, dragging her crooked foot. The door was like the mouth of an abyss, swallowing one shadow after another that entered it. “Do you want to do it, or should I?” Yang Chunxue materialized, lifting her delicate chin. She didn’t hurry to act, finding this rag-doll-like ghost somewhat amusing. “You do it.” Lu Li, who always detested trouble, honestly said. “Primal chaos...uh, she’s kind of pitiful. I’ll make it quick.” A kitchen knife made of Yin energy materialized in front of Yang Chunxue and turned into a wisp of misty black shadow that darted out, piercing through the female ghost’s brow. As for why it was a kitchen knife... it can only be said that bad company ruins good morals. Yang Chunxue was developing the Yin Energy Glock skill but was currently stuck on the firing issue. Because she could only simulate the bullet being shot out, not the gun firing the bullet causing it to shoot out. In other words, her bullets were thrown out with telekinesis, and they weren’t that fast. The female ghost did not die as cleanly and neatly as the previous two female ghosts, without leaving any last words or curses behind. It was as if a light returned to her eyes, her face no longer stiff, and her cloudy and dull eyes gained a bit of luster. “Thank you...” She said weakly. The luster gradually faded within her battered body. Yang Chunxue stepped lightly on her toe and floated down, puzzled, “Why did she thank us?” “Thanks for freeing her, maybe. Better to die than to exist like that.” “Then why did she thank you? I was the one who took action!” Yang Chunxue complained, but then she saw Lu Li’s expression suddenly become grave as he stared intently at the female ghost’s face. His pupils narrowed into pinpoints, and Lu Li suddenly stepped back a few paces. From the twisted body of the female ghost, a red glow like a finger broke through the top of her head, emerging like a sprout, and instantly a blood-red tendril as thick as a finger squeezed out. The blood-red tendril rolled off the female ghost’s body, its tip straightening and rotating as if scanning its surroundings. Suddenly, the tendril bent, and then tensed like a bow, darting towards Lu Li! In an instant, Lu Li equipped the Mother-Child Catalogue, his arms emanating a ghostly aura, but a wisp of black smoke was quicker than him. It burst forth from his side, pinning the leaping tendril to the floor. “It’s depleting my Yin energy!” Yang Chunxue suddenly exclaimed as the knife piercing the blood-red tendril shrunk and faded away visibly fast. Yang Chunxue was nearing the level of an evil spirit and had learned to press her advantage. More importantly—she had a short temper. “Take this, my grand physical solid cube!” Yang Chunxue shouted as a one-meter square cube of Yin energy formed above the tendril and crashed down! The ground didn’t shake, and there was no sound from the Yin energy, which made the scene less impactful. The half-meter high cube of Yin energy shrank nearly a centimeter in a matter of seconds, and then remained stable. Yang Chunxue waited for a few more seconds, then flipped it over; the space below was empty. “Is it over?” she asked Lu Li, tilting her head. “Since it’s not countering your Yin energy anymore, it means it’s been depleted.” “Whew... what the hell was that disgusting thing?” Yang Chunxue disbanded the cubic mass of Yin energy and sighed with a hint of breathlessness, “But that attack... it’s quite useful.” Yang Chunxue felt she had discovered the true power of science and planned to expand on it. In future encounters with enemies, she would start with a barrage of Tetris blocks. Lu Li didn’t respond; his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he pondered. The pure malice of the blood-colored tendril felt familiar to him. Different from the door, which whispered tempting murmurs, reeking of hateful malice that echoed in whispers driving one mad. The malice that had just appeared was extremely pure, purer than that on the body of an evil spirit, and it was emitted unconsciously, not targeting anyone in particular. Where had he come across it before...? When forgetting where one’s keys are, aside from requiring a near-death experience to retrieve the memory, there’s another way: recall what one was doing before the keys were lost. Lu Li had encountered about ten supernatural incidents, which he could easily recollect. Disease-Deceased Ghost... former Ghost Envoy Li Mei... Pen Immortal... Sixth West Mountain High School... There it is! He had felt this kindred essence in that opportunistic Thousand-Eyed Ghost back in the psychiatric hospital. Why is its presence here...? Knock knock knock— At that moment, the door was knocked for the fourth time. The four-person dorm was close to becoming an eight-person dorm. Lu Li temporarily paused his thoughts, directed Yang Chunxue to move the female ghost’s body under the empty bed, and walked to the door to open it. “May I ask—” “No, you may not.” Lu Li closed the door expressionlessly. An actual person coming to join the commotion, how absurd.

Chapter 138 - 138 One hundred thirty-eight

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