What to Do If You Run Into a Ghost? Run It Over!

"Little Fatty, let's have a chat. Don't be so scared. Come here, big bro will give you some candy."

Wu Wang's mouth twitched slightly.

He watched as Wu Wang, standing beside him, coaxed the Little Fatty into a secluded spot like a con artist luring a child away.

The most absurd part was that the kid actually pulled a piece of candy out of his pocket.

Although the Little Fatty was muttering something like, "Sister Chen said you're dangerous," the drool practically dripping from the corner of his mouth was no lie.

He was genuinely tempted.

After all, one couldn't expect to find a convenience store or anything of the sort in the Art Building. In fact, the people here were unconsciously forgetting the sense of incongruity that came from not having eaten for a very long time.

The dead don't feel hunger.

"There, that's more like it. I'm not some creepy uncle. I just got here and wanted to ask you a few questions."

The grin on Wu Wang's face as the Little Fatty approached was so creepy it made him want to call the police.

"Whaddya wanna ask?" the Little Fatty's words were muffled by the candy in his mouth.

Wu Wang asked casually, "Oh, I just want to know if there are any places in this Art Building that are off-limits. I'm afraid I'll make Chen Nan angry by wandering around aimlessly."

At these words, the Little Fatty froze.

His gaze was evasive as he mumbled, "N-no, there aren't. Sister Chen won't restrict your freedom."

Clearly, he was not a good liar.

For Wu Wang, who had studied "An Actor Prepares" and "The Psychology of Micro-expressions," it was easy to spot the abnormality.

He narrowed his eyes and said, word by word, "Is that place on the first floor?"

Little Fatty remained unmoved.

"The second floor?"

"The third floor?"

When he said "the third floor," Little Fatty's expression didn't change, but a sentence appeared above his head.

【He's so scared he wants to run away】

Bullseye!

The Red Vertical Pupil's ability to see through to one's inner thoughts was practically infallible.

"Oh~ If Chen Nan has no objections, then I'll just go take a look around the third floor~" Wu Wang deliberately dragged out his words, long and slow.

Bang!

The moment he finished speaking, Little Fatty lunged forward and grabbed him by the collar.

He said nervously, "No! You can't go to the third floor! That place… anyway, you just can't go!"

"Why?" Wu Wang narrowed his eyes like a hunting wolf staring down its prey. "Didn't you say Chen Nan wouldn't restrict my freedom?"

Little Fatty didn't answer right away.

The two remained in a stalemate for about three minutes.

Then, his chubby body went limp like a deflated ball. Little Fatty sighed.

"Sister Chen doesn't know how dangerous the third floor is. None of them know. Except for me."

As expected, there was more to this Little Fatty than met the eye.

Why was it that at the entrance to the Art Building, Wu Wang had seen the Little Fatty but no one else? Even beings like Chen Nan had only become visible to him after he started talking to the boy.

And he had to remember, at that time, he had been in a state enhanced by the Red Vertical Pupil.

From that moment on, Wu Wang had felt there was something off about Little Fatty. He just hadn't found any concrete evidence.

Until now.

The kid couldn't keep up the act anymore.

BOOM!

Before the two could continue their conversation, a massive roar echoed through the entire building.

It was followed by a violent shaking, like an earthquake, that sent Wu Wang and the Little Fatty tumbling to the floor.

After about a minute, the tremors stopped.

Only then did Wu Wang frown and ask, "So, besides the fact this building is a deathtrap, is everyone else Spider-Man?"

He noticed that the other students not far away were still playing and drawing graffiti on the walls. It was as if they hadn't felt the tremor at all; they didn't move an inch.

Strangely, even the basin of water on the table didn't ripple in the slightest.

This earthquake seemed to have targeted only them.

"Are we on a different layer from them?" Wu Wang couldn't hold it in anymore.

Realizing that Wu Wang could also feel the earthquake, Little Fatty finally explained.

"Do you get it now? They can't sense danger at all. The guy that caused this tremor lives in the broadcasting room on the third floor."

Now Wu Wang finally understood why the kid was so timid.

While the others were living in peaceful ignorance, Little Fatty had to endure the effects of these earthquakes every so often. He was in constant fear of some terrifying being on the third floor, probably even worried about dying in his sleep.

He was the only one who could perceive the danger.

So, in the eyes of others, Little Fatty would often get scared for no reason and run off to hide.

"You're saying you've seen that person?" Wu Wang caught the crucial point.

As if recalling something terrifying, Little Fatty's rosy face instantly turned deathly pale.

He trembled as he said, "That's not a person! It's a monster as bloated as a mountain! It wears a lot of strange rings on its hands, and whenever it turns a ring, it causes an earthquake!"

A bloated figure. Strange rings.

These two keywords made Wu Wang's expression turn odd. He felt like he had heard this description somewhere before.

"Dammit! The one in the third-floor broadcasting room is fucking Principal Wang!?"

No wonder old codger Yao said he wasn't in his office after twelve. So this is where he went.

He was in the Art Building!

The earthquake just now meant that Principal Wang was using the powerful ability of his rings. According to Baili Dao's description, the Principal's rings had abilities like pausing time, confirming information, and spatial transfer.

Why was he on the third floor using his abilities all by himself?

If he's alone, he's most likely using the spatial transfer ability to leave the Art Building, Wu Wang's mind raced.

Was there something so important that Principal Wang had to use his ring's ability to leave?

Hey, wait a minute.

It seemed there really was…

"Dammit! Didn't you say you could knock them out for half an hour! Did a dog eat the other ten minutes?"

Faced with Tuxing Sun's cursing, Shi Gandang didn't reply. It was indeed his misjudgment.

He hadn't expected those ghost security guards to be so bizarre. That particular item could knock out any target besides a BOSS in a normal Instance. As long as no one touched them or made a sound, they would stay asleep for a full half-hour.

But these ghost security guards had only slept for twenty minutes. They woke up just as the trio was preparing to leave.

"Alright, we got the item anyway," Baili Dao calmly analyzed the situation. "Now we have two choices. Either we go to the Art Building now, or we go back to the dorms and hide for the night. We haven't been completely exposed yet."

The three of them were currently fleeing frantically, using all sorts of strange and bizarre skills. For a time, they managed to put a considerable distance between themselves and the ghost security guards, just enough time for them to discuss their next move.

The first option was very risky. The mission was to catch the truant student. After entering the Art Building, they would still have to slowly search for clues. If the ghost security guards cornered them there, they'd be finished.

The latter seemed to be the best choice.

The ghost security guards hadn't seen their faces. As long as they went back to their dorms and went to sleep, Baili Dao didn't believe they could be caught among the thousands of students in the school. They could just take the paint box and enter the Art Building tomorrow night to investigate.

"I choose to go back to the dorms."

"Me too. Sorry."

Tuxing Sun and Shi Gandang lowered their heads and made their choice.

Hearing this, Baili Dao clenched his fists even tighter. The latter was indeed the best choice, but there weren't just the three of them.

Pending Death was still waiting by the Little Black Room to provide support.

The ghost security guards had already been alerted, and he didn't know that danger was gradually approaching. If they went back to the dorms now… it would be a complete betrayal.

"Brother Baili, if he gets caught, he can even take the fall for us," Tuxing Sun said consolingly. "The school will think they've caught the real culprit and lower their guard, making it easier for us to act tomorrow."

"What are you talking about!" Baili Dao questioned viciously. "He found the clue, he scouted the Little Black Room, and we were the ones who triggered the danger! Now we're supposed to sell out the new guy to be our scapegoat?"

But Shi Gandang stepped in front of Tuxing Sun.

He said quietly to Baili Dao, "Sorry. Rogue players aren't as loyal as you think. Profit is the only truth. I can make a concession. You can take an extra share of the rewards after the Instance ends. After all, it was my mistake in the first place."

That's right. In essence, they were just a group of strangers who had teamed up for an Instance. They had no connection other than mutual benefit. As long as they could profit, that was all that mattered.

But…

He fucking couldn't do it.

Baili Dao cursed stubbornly, "Who cares about your damn stuff! Now, right now, disappear from my sight!"

The other two looked at each other.

"Then what are you planning to…"

Before they could finish asking, Baili Dao interrupted them.

"I'm going to the Little Black Room to save Pending Death! The worst that can happen is we all end up dead there! You guys can scram back to the dorms! Cowards!"

Tuxing Sun frowned. "If you run into a ghost on the way, you won't sell us out, will you?"

"Heh, you think everyone is like you?" Baili Dao said with disdain. "What to do if I run into a ghost? I'll just run it the hell over!"

Bang!

The moment he finished speaking, a cloud of dust suddenly rose before the three of them. A terrifying figure, as tall as a mountain, appeared in the dust.

Principal Wang's slightly angry voice emerged.

"Who were you planning to run over?"