Chapter 191: Why Don’t You y with Us?


    The moment the door mmed shut, the light in the room dimmed into a dark grey, ageing everything in the room immediately.


    Yibei raised his head, nced 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 isted 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 ssroom continued to dim, and a gloomy atmosphere permeated the room.


    It reminded him of the time when the teacher identally locked him in the ssroom. He remembered watching the sun get swallowed by the horizon and its zing mes transform into dusk.


    He could feel that the ssroom next door was full of studentssome whispered, some were fighting, and some sat and stared quietly.


    It was a lively ssroom, but he knew that they were not people he knew.


    Outside the study room, footsteps could be heard intermittently and drowned out.


    <i>The janitor?</i>


    <i></i>


    He yelled, but all he heard were the echoes of his voice in the room.


    The room instantly turned ck, and he was immediately sent back to his childhood. He remembered his father and Shui breaking into the school to break him out of the ssroom. He remembered them having to pay a fine for breaking into private property, and


    He remembered what being fearful of the dark was.


    Tap. Tap.


    He looked in the direction where the sound came 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.


    <i>Its something covered in blood crawling about, isnt it?</i>


    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.


    <i>Wait, thats it?</i>


    In the past month or so, he has gained some experience judging how powerful an urban legend is.


    The more his eyes burned, the more dangerous they were.


    The apparitions that resided in his home barely caused a reaction.


    The headless girls, Zhu Linglong and Lu Xu could potentially cause harm to him, but he was strong enough to ovee 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 ssified as a Level B threat. His chances of winning a head-on fight against them were rtively low, but he could run away easily.


    There are other urban legends that he doesnt know how to ssify. For example, how do you ssify something that sends you into a dreamscape?


    This phenomenon urred with Jumeng, Zigu, the bamboo scrolls, the calico cat, etc.


    They must be at least Level A threats or something 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 some were able to hide how powerful they were, just like Jumeng seemed 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 Ac from his guitar bag, and seated it right next to him with a loud ng.


    Immediately afterwards, he rained charms around the room, loaded his toy gun, and mmed it on the table with a loud bang.


    After doing all that, he nced at the footsteps and confirmed that this strange being was not approaching.


    <i>As long as you dont harm me, I dont care what you do! Dont bother me when I have headphones on!</i>


    <i></i>


    He put his headphones back on and put on his favourite song, only for him to rip his headphones out.


    It seemed that the theme of Silent Hill was ying rather than his favourite song.


    <i>Whatever. Im about to give a speech soon. Might as well get familiar with it.</i>


    <i></i>


    As soon as he opened his speech, hisputer screen turned white before turning ck, reflecting his figure and something else looming behind him.


    m!


    He hurriedly shut hisptop and closed his eyes, taking in a deep breath.


    <i>Be calm, be calm. Do not acknowledge it</i>


    <i></i>


    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 apromise 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 messy handwriting.


    [y with me.]


    In an instant, he remembered the fragments of memories of his childhood that he had buried away.


    He remembered everythingthe faint whispers by his ssmates that he didnt know.


    Lu Yibei, why dont you y with us?