Lu Yibeis suspicions about the forums only grew, but she didnt jump to conclusions just yet.
Her account may just have insufficient reputation and data, so it may be ruled out as a bot account.
It may also be IP-locked.
I need to make a more convincing account and log in through my computer, she decided. If it still doesnt work, I can only let Jiangli continue with her investigation until she loses interest in my account.
A small part of her prays that Jiangli never unravels the secret behind the forums. She felt like she needed to check it out herself.
She sighed as she laid back down on the sofa and fiddled with her previously scorched mobile phone, mourning over her lost ga progress on it.
She missed Bai Xiaohua. Will she be lonely? Stuck in the ga world all alone?
Maybe its ti to look into more budget-friendly phones.
Huacheng University.
Professor Ma was leaning over the desk, still imrsed in studying the contents of the bamboo scrolls.
Earlier, when Yibei transford before his eyes, sothing told him that he shouldnt be studying the scrolls for the ti being, but it seed to beckon him closer and closer
Was it the scrolls power? Or was it his insatiable thirst for knowledge?
After he ca back from the police station, he engrossed himself in the bamboo scrolls as if they were the only things left in the world.
He translated the characters on the scrolls and compared and contrasted them while mumbling to himself as if it were more conducive to his thinking.
A snake totem? Were they sacrificing for it?
Mountains, flows this must be an exaggerated description of worship.
In various societies, the worship of snake totems isnt all that uncommon.
Fuxi and Nuwa in Chinese culture; Wadjet in Egyptian mythology; the Naga in Indian mythology; the Feathered Serpent God in soarican
They all have one thing in common: the worship of them bestows supernatural abilities corresponding to the elents, like life, death, air, lightning, etc.
For the snake totem in the bamboo scroll, it bestowed abilities related to the mountains and the rivers.
Professor Ma continued to mumble the research on the prayers given to the snake totems absentmindedly as he translated the scrolls. After recording a few keywords, he adjusted his glasses and pulled the chair forward to bring himself closer to the table.
At this mont, sothing slipped out of his chest pocket, making a soft ding! sound.
It was his copper coin, lightly reflecting the light from the ceiling. However, it unnaturally flickered as if it were trying to commune with him.
Why did it fall out? Professor Ma muttered, bending down to pick up the copper coin and put it back in his jacket pocket.
When he sat up straight again and looked out the window, he jumped up from his seat.
Glancing his watch in a panic, it was already 8:47 pm. It was sundown for nearly three hours.
If the copper coin hadnt fallen out of his pocket, he wouldnt have realised the ti and probably wouldve stayed longer.
Its already so late, so isnt it better to just retire for the night?
However, as his eyes glanced over the bamboo scrolls, he felt reluctant to leave.
And his brain felt fuzzy.
At this mont, his mind flashed with strange images: he could see He Ruo being attacked and the scene where Lu Yibei falls into a deep trance as he looks into the scrolls.
Ah!
Professor Ma covered the bamboo scrolls with his paper, forcing himself not to look at them. He shook his head violently and then stuffed it into the wooden box used to hold it indiscriminately.
No, no ti to go ho, he muttered, carrying the box with him into the storage room.
Locking the storage room door, he felt an inexplicable sense of drowsiness hit him. He shook his head and headed towards the bathroom. The bathroom in the lab was like an ordinary bathroom found inside a house.
Squeak! Squeak!
With a few light turns, water gushed out of the sink.
Professor Ma bent down and repeatedly used both hands to slap water on his face until he felt less tired, but the mont he used his handkerchief to wipe his face clean, a faint stench entered his nostrils.
An all-too-familiar stench and his body froze.
In the mirror, an old man with a pale, wrinkly face appeared before him. His heart skipped a beat, and he took half a step back subconsciously but found that his reflection was mirroring his movents.
Oh my god, its just .
He looked strangely tired as if he hadnt been sleeping for the past few days. He scoffed at how engrossed he was in his research and couldnt wait to go back ho to his wife.
The mont he pushed open the bathroom door, the lights in the lab seed to dim a little.
The bookcases, the tables, the chairs Every single piece of furniture seed to cast shadows longer than usual, and they seed distant and unreal, like frosted glass.
In the southeast corner of the room, the window facing the schools fourth gate opened at so point.
A gust of wind poured in from the window, beckoning the dark blue curtains to dance like a treacherous figure twisting its soft limbs for its puppet master.
The wind carried the chill of the late autumn night, and the lab seed eerily cold. The books and papers rustled in the wind as if a figure were rummaging through them.
Sothing is in the library, Professor Mas brain warned.
He blinked, and everything was back to normal, save for the window that was left open in the lab.
His mind was a trained mind, with keen intuition obtained by working in the sa room for more than ten years.
He could vaguely tell that sothing was different in this room.
Plop!
The sound of a book being knocked to the ground could be heard, and the lab fell into dead silence once again.
Professor Mas pupils shrank sharply, feeling terrified in their hearts.
His legs started to tremble, and the shadows seed to dance and convince him that sothing, perhaps many things, was hiding in the room.
The corner of the wall; under the desk; the gap between the bookcases; behind the door of the bathroom that is right behind him
All stared with malicious eyes and a wide grin.
Professor Mas heart was about to leap out of his chest, and his breathing beca erratic as he forced himself to retreat straight into the bathroom.
He hurriedly fumbled with the lock and groped at his pockets, producing the three Charms of Spring Winds that Yibei gave him just in case.
He placed two of them in front of the door and on the window sill of the bathroom, respectively, holding the remaining one in his hand as he ran straight towards the first-aid kit.
Despite his old age, he has never encountered an urban legend before, but he has heard many stories about it. In many of those victims deaths, they were scared to death rather than killed.
Fumbling with the first aid kit, he plopped down two hypertension pills and swallowed them without water.
If he couldnt survive the shock, then calling for help would be useless.
He hurriedly took his phone out and searched for Yibeis contact number.
However, the stench seed to be getting stronger, despite the closed door, and it seed to get closer and closer.
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