The mont the door slamd shut, the light in the room dimd into a dark grey, ageing everything in the room imdiately.
Yibei raised his head, glanced out the window, and saw that the early autumn sun was still shining above the sky. It was as if the study room was devouring all the light before it could enter the room.
Staring out the window, he realised that he could no longer hear the bustling students rehearsing outside as if he were isolated from the outside world.
If the current situation was caused by the chat group, then they are much more powerful than he imagined.
As he thought, the light in the classroom continued to dim, and a gloomy atmosphere perated the room.
It reminded him of the ti when the teacher accidentally locked him in the classroom. He rembered watching the sun get swallowed by the horizon and its blazing flas transform into dusk.
He could feel that the classroom next door was full of studentsso whispered, so were fighting, and so sat and stared quietly.
It was a lively classroom, but he knew that they were not people he knew.
Outside the study room, footsteps could be heard intermittently and drowned out.
The janitor?
He yelled, but all he heard were the echoes of his voice in the room.
The room instantly turned black, and he was imdiately sent back to his childhood. He rembered his father and Shui breaking into the school to break him out of the classroom. He rembered them having to pay a fine for breaking into private property, and
He rembered what being fearful of the dark was.
Tap. Tap.
He looked in the direction where the sound ca from, only to find that the desks and chairs, now stained with rust, blocked his view.
Tap. Tap.
The strange noises were like footsteps that were fast and light, stepping on a viscous liquid.
Its sothing covered in blood crawling about, isnt it?
To answer his paranoia, one hand was already on his guitar bag.
Swallowing hard, he concentrated his attention on the sound and locked his gaze upon it, followed by a slight heat in his eyes.
Wait, thats it?
In the past month or so, he has gained so experience judging how powerful an urban legend is.
The more his eyes burned, the more dangerous they were.
The apparitions that resided in his ho barely caused a reaction.
The headless girls, Zhu Linglong and Lu Xu could potentially cause harm to him, but he was strong enough to overco them, which caused his eyes to feel hot. They must be Level D or Level C threats at most.
The strange hand that attacked Professor Ma, as well as the four from Shihekou High, caused his eyes to burn painfully, and his eyes continued to hurt after a couple of hours. Mr. Rabbit could be included in this group as well, judging from the files given by Jiang Li, so these urban legends must be classified as a Level B threat. His chances of winning a head-on fight against them were relatively low, but he could run away easily.
There are other urban legends that he doesnt know how to classify. For example, how do you classify sothing that sends you into a dreamscape?
This phenonon occurred with Jung, Zigu, the bamboo scrolls, the calico cat, etc.
They must be at least Level A threats or sothing stronger. There is no point in going into detail.
He couldnt even fight them if he tried.
Now, his eyes were only slightly warm. Not even as warm as when he saw the headless girl.
Hence, whatever was haunting him right now was no big threat.
However, he didnt let his guard down, knowing so were able to hide how powerful they were, just like Jung seed like a harmless magpie until she stabbed him.
Judging from the whispers he heard at the Night Division, that one blow almost caused a great panic amongst the Night Division.
Hence, he guessed that an urban legends maliciousness factored into his burning eyes.
So
The urban legends in this room are either weak or have no malicious intent.
He leaned over, grabbed the statue of Acala from his guitar bag, and seated it right next to him with a loud clang.
Imdiately afterwards, he rained charms around the room, loaded his toy gun, and slamd it on the table with a loud bang.
After doing all that, he glanced at the footsteps and confird that this strange being was not approaching.
As long as you dont harm , I dont care what you do! Dont bother when I have headphones on!
He put his headphones back on and put on his favourite song, only for him to rip his headphones out.
It seed that the the of Silent Hill was playing rather than his favourite song.
Whatever. Im about to give a speech soon. Might as well get familiar with it.
As soon as he opened his speech, his computer screen turned white before turning black, reflecting his figure and sothing else looming behind him.
Slam!
He hurriedly shut his laptop and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.
Be calm, be calm. Do not acknowledge it
He knew he had to be calm to avoid transforming; yes, it would deal with whatever was haunting him, but he wouldnt be able to transform back into himself, and he would ruin his speech.
It was a compromise he was willing to make.
Looking back down at his desk, he froze as he saw a piece of yellow paper before him. Turning the paper around, there was a line of words written on it with fresh blood and ssy handwriting.
[Play with .]
In an instant, he rembered the fragnts of mories of his childhood that he had buried away.
He rembered everythingthe faint whispers by his classmates that he didnt know.
Lu Yibei, why dont you play with us?
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