Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 78 Unexpected Encounter

The school in the darkness was as quiet as if everyone had died. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

But the moment the Torchfire ignited, the entire school seemed to awaken.

What had been empty corridors suddenly filled with many people, or perhaps other things.

Wang Yunxiao hadn’t been running for long before he had to slow down due to the variety of noises coming from both sides of the hallway, seriously affecting his judgment.

There were sounds of classroom doors being opened, people fumbling about in the dark before falling to the ground, becoming obstacles to step over. There were also people shouting Wang Yunxiao’s name from behind, which Wang Yunxiao consistently ignored.

The brothers I brought in all call me boss, so what’s the meaning of calling me Wang Yunxiao?

Do I give you any mind?

Suddenly, there was a bright light in front of him as day and night switched places once again.

The sound of air being torn roared toward him.

Wang Yunxiao reached back, grabbed Youtiao and Matuan, and rolled on the ground, dodging the shadow that swept over his head.

That was a gigantic lizard’s tail.

Following the tail forward with his eyes, he saw a humanoid monster clinging to the ceiling with all four limbs, its back densely covered with fist-sized human faces, like a giant Toad with progeny attached, sickening and disturbing even with a single glance.

As he saw the monster, the human faces on its body also saw him.

Wang Yunxiao grunted, instinctively closing his eyes, and dark smoke instantly billowed from his body. Caught off guard, Youtiao and Matuan behind him immediately screamed in agony, cradling their heads as their exposed skin on their faces, hands, and elsewhere began to twitch, quickly forming twisted human-like shapes.

How many lives has this damned thing taken with its hands?

Look at all those faces on its back, it must have wiped out an entire village, right?

"Wang Yunxiao!"

Chen Yan’s voice instantly drew his attention.

It was a classroom bathed in sunlight and warmth.

Chen Yan huddled in a corner with Loach and a few others, and behind them were even some unfamiliar students.

Faint crisscrossing lines weaved through the airspace.

This was an illusion manifested by the Secret Technique "Star Pointing Technique" practiced by Chess Herald.

Chen Yan’s long, thin ponytail fluttered in the air, her eyes shimmering with a blue glow, her right hand raised high, with her index and middle finger joined together.

She was in the "Holding Chess" state.

In the eyes of Chess Herald, the world was one of multiple dimensions interwoven, both real and unreal.

She had to establish her own set of rules to distinguish between reality and illusion.

Weaving through the grid of reality, making advances and retreats, that was the game.

"Game Theory" is China’s earliest chess manual.

The girl’s hand glowed with the silver light of the chess piece as it forcefully struck down.

Heaven and earth flipped!

The hideous monster that had been proudly clinging to the ceiling was suddenly and inexplicably back on the ground.

What met it was the Wolf Fang Club, studded with iron nails!

Gangtou was covered with wounds of all sizes, bleeding profusely and turned into a bloodied figure. In the short encounter, the monster had tried to launch a sneak attack from the darkness and was sent flying by his club.

But the curse of the Human-Faced Sore followed.

Agony, instead, spurred on his ferocity.

Looking at his wounds, one could imagine the vicious battle he had just been through, but regardless, he remained tenaciously upright to the present.

Facing the incoming Wolf Fang Club, the monster didn’t dare to be careless; it had already suffered enough from this tool, and now it didn’t even know how many of its ribs had been broken.

It couldn’t understand why the little fatty didn’t fall down even though the curse had already taken effect.

Subconsciously retreating two steps, it suddenly felt a chilling wind at its back and without thinking, it swung its tail to repel the attacker.

How could these damn kids be so difficult to deal with? Don’t you know...

With a thud, the sharp knife pierced flesh!

Its attention was completely drawn by the fierce and heavy Wolf Fang Club in front of it, failing to notice Wang Yunxiao sneaking up from behind, wrapping his arm around its neck, and stabbing the knife into its body.

The monster struggled and let out a wretched scream, with countless Human-Faced Sores transferring from its back to Wang Yunxiao like sludge.

In that instant, it was like dozens of rabid dogs had pounced on him, opening their sharp fangs and viciously biting into his flesh.

Agonizing pain!

It was an indescribable agonizing pain.

Wang Yunxiao’s epidermis instantly split open with wounds, and the muscles beneath his skin twisted into the shape of human faces, struggling to escape from his body.

But in the next moment, as if an eraser had swept over, erasing the doodles from the paper, these human-faced curses vanished in puffs of black smoke.

Barely conscious from the pain, clarity returned to Wang Yunxiao’s eyes, and with one hand still gripping the monster’s neck tightly, he pulled out the knife and stabbed it in again.

The second stab, the third stab...

The Human-Faced Sores kept appearing on his body and were wiped away time and again. Between the back and forth, both his chest and back were torn open, and Wang Yunxiao, nearly numb from the pain, didn’t know how many times he had stabbed, mechanically repeating the same action until the monster’s struggles weakened and it finally fell to the ground, motionless.

With difficulty, Wang Yunxiao rolled aside, away from the monster’s body, and didn’t forget to pull out the knife.

This body was still too fragile; a slight injury was too much to handle, and the training of these days hadn’t improved it much.

Starting from scratch, the responsibilities were heavy and the road ahead was long.

Before he had a chance to catch his breath, Matuan started yelling, "Little Gourd, come quick! Big Brother is dying!"

You... can’t you wish for something good for me?

Wang Yunxiao couldn’t help but complain inwardly.

Of course, he knew the reason he could withstand so much damage from the Human-Faced Sore curse was that, on one hand, Matuan and Youtiao were behind him sharing the pain, both biting down on their teeth and not making a sound from beginning to end.

The other half of the reason was that Little Gourd, hiding in the shadows, was using Advisor’s secret technique to help him eliminate the curse.

Hiding in the shadows...

Wang Yunxiao suddenly awoke and shouted, "Little Gourd, don’t come out!"

But it was too late.

He saw Little Gourd appear from what had seemed like an empty corner, clutching a pencil and notebook, frantically running towards him.

But at that moment, the seemingly lifeless monster suddenly propped itself up from the ground, its arm stretching out immensely, more than ten feet long, its clawed fingers reaching for her chest, about to pierce through her heart.

"Smack—!"

At that critical juncture, another chess piece landed into place.

Little Gourd’s figure burst into bubbles and scattered.

A flash of the knife’s gleaming blade passed over the monster’s chest.

"Yang Yihang!"

As Chen Yan shouted this name, Eryang’s knife had already plunged into the monster’s chest.

Like bursting a bladder, foul-smelling, filthy blood gushed out, drenching him from head to toe.

The battle was still not over.