This man looks very refined, wearing a pair of black round glasses, his hair neatly combed back. One hand is behind his waist, and he is walking towards her slowly.

The smell of blood rushes towards her. Opening her eyes again, the menacing ghost is only three steps away. She bends down to dodge a blow, then rolls on the ground, closing her eyes, running through the old building.

This is too strange, it’s entirely two different scenes. According to the school’s layout, she should have hit at least three walls by now, but the path ahead is unobstructed. At the end of the narrow corridor is an old staircase, and the man in the long robe follows her. His speed is slow, yet he remains no more than twenty meters away from her.

Cui Wenyan gathers her energy and rushes upstairs, recalling her current position in the real world; she should be close to the top floor. If she opens her eyes now, she will be in the innermost classroom on the eighth floor.

The sound of footsteps never stops. She feels the coldness around her growing heavier, and the ghost getting closer. She has to stop at the corner of the eighth floor, leaning against the wall, and then opens her eyes.

The distorted face is almost upon her, its terrifying smile and bulging eyes nearly touching her nose.

The intense stench causes her stomach to start cramping. She holds the Nine Bends Whip across her chest, and in a flash, the whip tightly wraps around the ghost according to her will and throws it away.

Cui Wenyan bends over, retching a few times. Indeed, a classroom is before her, completely confirming her guess. The Spiritual Eye unexpectedly allows her to return to a time before this ghost died!

The resentful roars of the ghost sound again, and the classroom’s desks and chairs lift up, all hurling towards her.

The Nine Bends Whip swiftly breaks down the desks and chairs. Cui Wenyan continuously pays attention to the movements of the ghost. She needs to find a chance to deliver a fatal blow. Although she cannot expertly control the Nine Bends Whip for now, the inspired mental manipulation gives her some method.

Drip, drip...

Blood droplets begin to scatter from the top of the classroom, like a small rain, gradually increasing. The blood drops fall around Cui Wenyan, creating countless small blood flowers, a horrifying sight.

After taking a hit from the whip, the ghost disappears, but Cui Wenyan knows it must have hidden in the wall.

The wall...

Wait!!!

Cui Wenyan pushes forward forcefully; at this moment, the wall she’s leaning against reveals a humanoid blood shadow, twisting continuously. As she leaves, the bloody face protrudes from the wall.

She tries to close her eyes and return to the past to leave the classroom. However, upon closing her eyes this time, she sees nothing. Having just activated the Spiritual Eye, it doesn’t last long. Blood rain keeps dripping on her, and small pools of blood gradually gather on the ground.

Cui Wenyan breathes heavily, quickly fleeing towards the door. Raising her hand, she swings the Nine Bends Whip at the classroom door, splitting it in two, rapidly exiting as the lights in the opposite corridor suddenly come on.

The yellow lights flicker, and the boy she had seen before stands beneath them, waving to her, looking anxious, seemingly wanting her to come over. His clothes are soaked in blood from the severe abuse earlier, clearly fearing the ghost’s intense resentment, not daring to approach.

Cui Wenyan strives to run towards him, as countless black arms start to spread from the classroom behind her. This ghost has existed in this world far too long. The less human presence there is, the stronger it becomes. The current school, devoid of student vitality, seems like its infernal playground, allowing it to rampage within it.