She finally heard Bai Yanliang’s voice.
And she finally knew where she was.
This was a classroom, an art classroom.
As Zhang Yun looked up, Bai Yanliang also saw the surrounding environment clearly.
Drawing boards, paints, sketch mannequins, plaster casts... it was clearly an art classroom.
Although for now it seemed safe.
But Bai Yanliang knew very well that the faint chill in this classroom was definitely not caused by the weather or air conditioning.
There was a ghost here.
If Zhang Yun could remain calm, telling her there was a ghost here and to leave this classroom would undoubtedly be the best choice.
But the fright she suffered was obviously excessive; not only was her expression dazed, but she couldn’t hear Bai Yanliang’s calling, and even her most basic reactions were much slower.
Telling her now that there is a ghost would probably make her collapse on the spot out of fear.
"Zhang Yun, you need to find a chance to leave the school. The ghost in the corridor upstairs might chase down here, hiding here isn’t safe."
Bai Yanliang chose his words carefully, and his speculation was indeed very possible.
But he was not only doing it to save her.
Getting her to leave the school... was more for himself.
Bai Yanliang wanted to know the source of the large-scale paranormal events happening at this middle school.
For this, he needed Zhang Yun to follow his instructions and walk through almost every corner of this school.
This might be unfair to Zhang Yun.
But Bai Yanliang was very clear about one thing from the beginning.
And that was... Zhang Yun was already dead.
Although "she" was still alive at this moment, in the real world, having gone through the supernatural event at the Eighteenth Middle School, she was definitely already dead.
The Zhang Yun who was hiding in the bathroom back then had no "guardian spirit" possessing her.
So, from the start, Bai Yanliang approached guiding her without the mindset of a savior. Even if with his help, Zhang Yun successfully left the school, it wouldn’t change her originally deceased fate.
This world, very likely like the Wuji World, is just a fragment drawn out of past time, a projection. Maybe this is just a hallucination of Bai Yanliang himself?
Maybe in the real world, he’s already asleep at the moment.
Bai Yanliang understood very well that anything he did at this moment couldn’t affect the outcome in reality.
This feeling was wondrous and bizarre.
The person was clearly alive right in front of you, but you know she is already a "dead person."
Fortunately, Bai Yanliang was never someone who was overly sentimental.
He just wanted to use the time while Zhang Yun was still "alive" to explore what happened back then at the Eighteenth Middle School as much as possible.
The Eighteenth Middle School, along with Ghost Head Mountain and Xiaqiao Street, are listed as one of the restricted areas in Ye City, surely it has its unique aspects.
Perhaps, through it, some information about Ghost Head Mountain can be guessed.
As for Zhang Yun at this moment, she still stood frozen in place, uncertain if she heard Bai Yanliang’s words. Since entering the art classroom, she hadn’t moved from her spot.
At first, she was stuck in the fear of what she just saw, that baby.
But as time gradually passed, Zhang Yun began to feel that the art classroom she rushed into like a headless fly seemed terrifying as well...
Zhang Yun pressed her heart, stuck to the classroom door, her whole body trembling.
It was still pouring rain outside, the sky dark and gloomy, and the entire teaching building had lost power.
The howling wind and rain sounded like ghostly wails, and she couldn’t shake the feeling that several pairs of eyes were staring at her from a window.
This sensation made Zhang Yun’s whole body stiff, extremely uncomfortable.
She heard Bai Yanliang’s voice, but she dared not step out of this classroom for now.
Who knows if that "Uncle Huang" in the corridor just now followed her down?
Yet staying in this classroom, enduring those gaze-like stares, was also unbearable for Zhang Yun.
Taking a few deep breaths, she decided to step forward slightly to see what those eerie looks actually were...
Just at this moment...
A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, illuminating the entire gloomy art room instantly.
What Zhang Yun saw was the same as what Bai Yanliang saw.
Drawing boards, paints, sketch mannequins, plaster casts...
She nearly screamed in fright.
But after seeing those plaster casts clearly, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Those stares she felt turned out to be from the plaster casts...
It was normal to have plaster casts in an art classroom; she was very familiar with those faces: David, Apollo, Xiao Wei, Gorky, Acleber...
After a quick glance, Zhang Yun suddenly shuddered!
She turned her head sharply again, looked towards the plaster cast in the far corner. That... who was that?
A stranger’s face, quietly facing her.
For some reason, the more Zhang Yun looked, the more vivid that plaster cast seemed.
It was almost... like a living person...
This thought scared her, making her heart tremble. She quickly turned her head, refusing to look at it again.
"If you don’t leave now, you’ll never be able to."
Bai Yanliang inexplicably began to count down.
At first, Zhang Yun didn’t understand his meaning. But after she turned her head, she suddenly realized that with each number Bai Yanliang counted down, that eerie, strange man’s plaster cast moved a little closer to her!
Even without blinking, she still couldn’t tell how the plaster cast was moving.
At this rate, when Bai Yanliang counted down to one, the plaster cast would be right in front of her!
The fear at this moment finally surpassed the fear of whether "Uncle Huang" from upstairs would come down to chase her. Zhang Yun pulled open the classroom door, stumbled, and fled from the art classroom.
"Where should I go..."
Zhang Yun’s voice was tinged with sobs, urgency and fear had almost deprived her of all ability to think.
Even scarier was the sudden sound of... a stranger’s footsteps from upstairs.
As Zhang Yun thought about this, her body suddenly staggered!
At the stairway, she tripped over something, and directly tumbled down! Thɪs chapter is updated by NoveI-Fire.ɴet
Bai Yanliang had no time to answer her question before his view spun wildly.
He realized something was wrong, Zhang Yun was too flustered and actually rolled down the stairs...
Hopefully... she wouldn’t get hurt, otherwise, it would really be over.
Murphy’s Law of fearing what you dread reappeared...
Zhang Yun, who fell from one flight of stairs to the next, felt her whole body fall apart, her eyes brimming with tears.
"I can’t stand up..."
Zhang Yun said despairingly.
She didn’t want to panic either, nor did she want to die, but she was just an ordinary person, an underage student without any training or experience.
She couldn’t control her fear, and the consequence was that she twisted her ankle.
In daily life, someone making such a commotion falling and tumbling down the stairs would be lucky to only sustain a sprained ankle.
But at this moment... Zhang Yun not only heard horrifying footsteps but also the... opening sound of the art classroom door.
They were all coming for her...
Zhang Yun desperately massaged her ankle, but no matter how much she rubbed it, the pain was intense and she couldn’t muster any strength.
In this case, let alone running, even walking slowly would be shockingly slow.
True despair gradually engulfed this girl.
Bai Yanliang remained silent, contemplating something.
If she died, what would his state be?