Nightmare Assault

Chapter 83: Paper

“Furthermore,” Jiang Cheng smiled as he pulled on the camera bag strap. “Did Chen Yao need to use this method to threaten her teacher? Risking her reputation and her life?” He shook his head. “We’re not in a webnovel.”

Just as Fatty wanted to interrupt to praise Jiang Cheng, the latter added, “You also saw Chen Yao in the picture. I’d say she’s barely good enough for me. I’m the best host of my nightclub. Who is Su Yu? Do you think the beauty wants the beast that badly?”

“Doctor!” Fatty wanted to seal the man’s lips with tape. “There’s no other people here. Can you stop acting?”

Jiang Cheng grumbled with dissatisfaction.

“What’s the fourth point, Doctor?” Fatty prepared to continue writing in his book. The small pen looked so cute in his large hand.

Jiang Cheng huffed proudly, “The fourth point is the most exciting and the most important.” He lowered his voice, “Li Yanwei said she transferred to the ballet major. Do you remember?”

Fatty thought about it and nodded. “She did say that.”

“Have you wondered why?”

“It’s probably for Su Yu.” Fatty scratched his chin with the end of the pen. “If my boyfriend were seduced daily by another girl, I would have to be present to stop it.”

Jiang Cheng silently moved to the left to introduce some distance between them. “However, Li Yanwei didn’t mention anything related to this experience,” Jiang Cheng said with giddiness, “Chen Yao, Li Yanwei, and Su Yu, the three of them were in the same class. The thought of it is so juicy!”

Fatty’s hand paused.

“If I didn’t remember wrongly, Chen Yao committed suicide after Li Yanwei transferred to the ballet class.” Jiang Cheng stared down the night with melancholy.

Fatty seemed to understand something. He put away his notebook and pen. “Doctor, if that’s the case, Chen Yao would never forgive Li Yanwei… Then, is it possible that Li Yanwei is already dead?” Fatty’s voice trembled, “And Chen Yao is controlling her as a ghost to trick us! Her goal is to kill all of us!”

Jiang Cheng shook his head slowly, “Unlikely.”

“Why?”

Jiang Cheng paused and turned to look at Fatty. His gaze carried an immense power. Fatty didn’t even dare to breathe.

“Because we are still alive.” Jiang Cheng said evenly, “That’s the best reason.”

…

There was no wind and no sound. There was only chill and silence… as well as the endless darkness and fear. Xu Wen looked around, and her throat trembled. She lay on the ground motionlessly.

Zhou Taifu’s prediction was not wrong. Xu Wen switched off the flashlight on her phone because she discovered the ghost. The scariest thing was when she discovered the ghost, the ghost was silently hanging behind Zhou Taifu. As Zhou Taifu moved, her hanging body followed him. Xu Wen loved Zhou Taifu, but that didn’t mean she was willing to die with him. Being targeted by the ghost in the nightmare usually meant death. Xu Wen would not be so stupid to die with Zhou Taifu because it was meaningless. She believed if Zhou Taifu were in her shoes, he’d do the same thing.

She stayed on the ground as she watched the ghost tear off Zhou Taifu’s jaw. Then, the ghost dragged Zhou Taifu’s corpse and slowly entered the mirror. The ghost moved with absolute grace. She was like a proud swan.

The ghost… disappeared.

For a while already.

Xu Wen moved her body and climbed up with ease. She didn’t make any sound. The air around her wasn’t even disturbed. She arched her waist and slunk towards the exit. She moved on tip-toe to ensure that she made the minimal sound. She didn’t even look towards the mirror, worried that something bad might happen. She just wanted to leave and move as far away from this place as possible.

She kept her head lowered to pay attention to the stuff on the ground just in case she knocked over some. Suddenly, she halted. On the ground, right across from the mirror, there was a ball of white stuff. She checked this path when she first arrived. This ball of white stuff wasn’t there earlier.

Did… the ghost leave it behind?

Her thoughts were interrupted. She thought back to Zhou Taifu’s moment of death. He waved his right arm and leaned forward. It looked like he was trying to throw something her way.

Could it be…

She stared at the white ball. She couldn’t control herself as she picked it up. It was a ball of paper. She could tell from the sense of weight and touch. She didn’t read it instantly but continued to move towards the exit. The door was left slightly open. There was no light coming from outside. She had no idea if Feng Lan had gone into hiding like she did or if she had been killed already.

Xu Wen perfectly maintained her force and left the music classroom without making a single sound. The biggest challenge next was the giant puddle right outside the door and in the corridor. She watched her steps and tried to keep the water as still as possible.

As she reached the corner and was about to sigh in relief, a classroom door beside her suddenly opened. A hand landed on her shoulder. If she were on the battlefield, she had more than ten ways to deal with this. However, at that moment, she froze from fear. Blood drained from her face. Until…

“Miss Xu,” Feng Lan’s voice was at a very low volume. She sounded like she had been crying. “Earlier… Behind Mr. Zhou…”

Xu Wen turned around to cover her mouth, “If you want to live, shut up and follow me.” Xu Wen’s sharp order stunned Feng Lan. Feng Lan followed her obediently like a timid mouse. They waded through the puddle and slowly moved away from the music classroom. The night had fully taken over the place. Small swirls occasionally appeared in the water like a deep ocean.

Xu Wen had a very peculiar feeling in her heart. It was unrelated to fear. It was pure confusion as if she had forgotten something very important. And that thing… was very close to her. Like she could touch it if she reached out her hand…

SPLASH

Xu Wen shivered. Caught in her thoughts, she failed to control the weight of her step. She stumbled in the water. She suddenly realised something.

Since she left the music classroom, she didn’t hear the sound of Feng Lan’s feet moving through the puddle. Only her own squelching footsteps could be heard echoing down the corridor.

“Damn it…”