My Sister Never Said She Was a Creepy Tale
"How dare a lowlife like you get accepted?"
"It's a good thing the effect of this script-killing game is exactly as that old man said. Otherwise, you would have succeeded. Don't think we don't know your little schemes."
So, it wasn't triggered accidentally; it was premeditated.
Ye Qiu's voice sounded in her ear again: "Don't you know where his weakest point is?" If she weren't afraid of dying quickly, Yue Yiyue would have attacked already.
"Be bold, try it. You can test me to see if I'm useful, and then decide whether to make this deal, okay?" Ye Qiu coaxed: "Just try it? I'm right next to you."
Yue Yiyue ignored her. She wouldn't place her hope in someone she had just met.
"But you're going to die anyway. How do you want to die?" Zhao Heyi walked forward, standing proudly in front of Yue Yiyue as if he controlled fate: "I will skin and disembowel you just like Wang Yong."
"Speaking of which, do you know why I killed him first?" Zhao Heyi found it amusing: "That lowlife dared to secretly lust after Nanqiu."
"Nanqiu is such a good person. Even hearing her name come from his filthy mouth disgusts me. When I got the card, I couldn't help but use it slightly." He sighed: "It was better to use than I imagined…"
"And that Wang Xiaoyan? After reaching this point, she actually regretted it." "She even tried to tell you the truth. Well, there was no choice but to send her away like that." "She was just too cunning; she almost found you." "It was only because that foolish class monitor distracted you that you were drawn over. He deserved to die, I suppose. He wasn't completely useless."
"So what?" "Did you not go to C University because you didn't want to?" "Or are you just saying you want to attend the same school as Gu Nanqiu while continuing to drift through life?"
These words instantly enraged Zhao Heyi. He couldn't understand why, even at this point, this Yue Yiyue wasn't crying and begging for mercy like the people before her. Did she think she was very powerful? Or did she just not care since she knew she was going to die?
Zhang Yang looked at Yue Yiyue, who looked like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water. She clicked her tongue: "Let's start. Give her the 'Bullied Person' card and finish her off. There's also that Fan Ning; she's like a sticky plaster too."
So that's it… After all this, they're using this method. She suddenly let out an inexplicable and meaningless laugh.
Zhang Yang heard the sound and looked at Yue Yiyue sitting on the ground in confusion. Is this person crazy?
"Are you so sure that you won't be next?" Yue Yiyue's calm voice echoed in the restroom: "Zhao Heyi's goal is sole possession." "Do you think he'll cross the river and burn the bridge?"
Zhang Yang looked at Zhao Heyi, who was slumped there like a pile of mud. It seems Yue Yiyue still doesn't know everything.
Yue Yiyue straightened her school uniform. She turned to Zhao Heyi: "You are all bullies, right? Is the rule among you that you cannot kill each other?" "But you can use external objects."
She slowly took a step forward. Zhang Yang subconsciously took a step back. Intuition told Zhang Yang that this Yue Yiyue seemed somewhat different now.
"By the way, I'm still the Spectator card now, and there is no genuine Bullied Person here, so you can't kill me directly."
Bang! A loud noise. Zhao Heyi was hit on the head by the sudden brick. Crimson blood instantly flowed out, and he stumbled miserably to the ground, losing his balance.
"So many useless words, and only the last sentence was useful," Yue Yiyue commented.
She expressionlessly stretched her muscles. Soon, the sound of the brick brutally smashing into a face echoed in the restroom, accompanied by sounds of something cracking. The sharp pain robbed Zhao Heyi of his composure. Blood remained on his face; it looked like a nosebleed.
Yue Yiyue calmly admired the scene: "This place is not bound by law, so what I'm doing isn't illegal. As long as I don't kill you, you'll be fine when we leave." She crooked her finger. Yue Yiyue noticed the lividity beneath Zhao Heyi's sweater, suggesting he had been dead for some time. She was curious why Zhao Heyi could still function normally like a living person.
Saying this, Yue Yiyue chuckled: "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind. Surely you, you idiot, know this principle?" "You will all die at the hands of the true owner of this place." "Because of your stupidity, you brought endless trouble to Gu Nanqiu. You are hypocritical and ignorant."
Wang Xiaoyan had already given Yue Yiyue the answer. She didn't need to analyze how Zhao Heyi died, nor did she need to analyze what kind of ghost Zhao Heyi was. One brick would suffice. If one wasn't enough, then two. If they truly had the ability to kill people randomly here, she would have died long ago. Did they really need to listen to half an hour of nonsense?
Yue Yiyue sidestepped Zhang Yang's weak attack and countered with a brick of her own: "It seems you're still not thinking clearly."
After easily dealing with them, Yue Yiyue looked at the two lying on the ground, feeling that there might be another trap waiting for her. Confirming Zhang Yang hadn't died, Yue Yiyue cleaned herself up, took the brick, and prepared to leave.
As soon as she opened the door, she was blocked by a figure. She was extraordinarily tall, so tall that Yue Yiyue had to look up to see her face. The silver badge on her chest indicated her identity: the Dean of Students (Zheng Jiao Chu Zhu Ren). She glanced at the seemingly obedient student: "I heard there have been several severe bullying incidents here recently." Saying that, she leaned down and sniffed Yue Yiyue's body.
"A Spectator, huh."
After saying this, she walked into the restroom. Seeing the scene inside, she paused, as if she had found something interesting. She walked over and sniffed each person, confirming the markings were correct.
"You seem to have found the loophole in this place. Then your game experience here might double." The Dean of Students walked over and looked down at the not-very-conspicuous person: "How about I tell you a story?"
Without waiting for Yue Yiyue to speak, the woman slowly began. There was once a school with high college enrollment rates and strict management, including weekly, monthly, midterm, and final exams. Some students, overwhelmed by stress, began looking for fun in the school. It started as minor mischief, which the teachers turned a blind eye to. Later, it gradually evolved into serious malicious acts. The families of the aggressors used money to smooth everything over. This led to others following suit.
Eventually, with the indulgence of some, a monster was bred here. On a quiet afternoon, it contaminated the entire school, turning it into its playground. Slowly, this place became a massive pollutant output center. It caused more deaths so that the owner here could absorb the malice, grow stronger, get closer to the entity above, and, ideally, replace It.
The Dean of Students paused here. She carefully scrutinized the student in front of her. After hearing the situation from the convenience store owner, she began observing this person.
Yue Yiyue intelligently pressed: "Then, your existence is meant to balance the rules of this school, so that the surviving students have a glimmer of hope?"
"There are no surviving students," the Dean of Students chuckled softly: "We are all just her playthings, discarded and replaced when she gets bored." "It's just that the monster has been getting more active recently. In less than a week, this place will completely collapse, and then she will lure the next person to start a new game."
Seeing Yue Yiyue's face instantly fall, the Dean of Students patted Yue Yiyue's shoulder, signaling her to listen to the rest.
"Are you willing to become an inspector, and allow the Nanqiu next to you to give us absolution? Only then can you return to your world, and we can end this absurd game. A win-win."
Yue Yiyue looked at the Dean of Students: "Are you not lying?"
"Destroying and rebuilding this place over and over again has exhausted me too. If not for the Creator's mercy, I would have been assimilated long ago and released to continue polluting and killing people."
In the twilight, a pair of dark wings seemed to spread behind the Dean of Students, as if she were the opposite of the pigeon.
"Your little classmate is very delicious. I've been attracted to her two or three times myself." "It's just that I already have a family and a daughter the same age as you," her expression softened when she spoke of her daughter: "That day, I was supposed to promise her I'd go back and celebrate her birthday with her." "Will you take her gift back for me?"