Master of Kaidan-Chapter 533: The Apex of Chinese-style Horror

With the principal’s angry rebuke, the entire opening ceremony seemed as if it had been struck by King Crimson; the proceedings continued as if nothing had happened, and that disruptive player vanished without a trace—even the dent left by the skeletal giant hand disappeared without a trace.

The only clue was that the class lineup of Class 2 was now noticeably shorter.

"This isn’t just a case of missing one person; it seems that the ghost hand took a few along with it. It looks like all the ghosts in this level are non-renewable resources... or at least they can’t regenerate within the same level."

Feng Xue maintained a straight-ahead posture. Although he kept analyzing in his mind, his face betrayed no hint of change. From the previous situation, it was likely this spectral school had more than just combat-competent ghosts.

If it had simply squashed the player flat or a group of ghosts had devoured him, Feng Xue wouldn’t be surprised in the slightest. But the current situation piqued his interest.

He had no idea how that player had disappeared.

In other words, this ghost school might have morphed into a Kaidan or an illusionary object. Under such rules, it was possible for someone to evaporate into thin air undetected by Feng Xue.

Of course, it might also be the teleportation function of the mysterious object that maintained this supernatural game. But using teleportation just to move a player’s corpse sounded like overkill.

Surely the game wasn’t worried about ghosts desecrating players’ corpses, right?

Dismissing this theory, which conflicted with the game’s overall tone, Feng Xue’s peripheral vision darted among the five sophomore classes.

In this game, his usually trusty Heart of Bright Mirror was entirely stuck, not because he was deaf to ghost sounds.

On the contrary, with his Heart of Bright Mirror activated, his ears were overwhelmed by all manner of noise. Simply put, it was like merging the wailing cries from different ghost movies, leaving him unable to discern anything amid the racket.

Not to mention identifying who said which words, as the nearly overflowing malice drowned out even the shallowest thoughts.

"Couldn’t locate the probable players. Don’t know if they’re all dead or hiding too well, but either way, after that guy’s example, any survivors wouldn’t dare to act foolishly."

Feng Xue endured the principal’s additional remarks and finally followed his class back to the classroom.

Quickly finding his desk in the third row on the left among the three-by-five arrangement, Feng Xue hurried over. At that moment, his deskmate also approached—a seemingly ordinary high school girl sporting a ponytail.

Looking at the teacher writing today’s schedule on the left side of the blackboard, Feng Xue didn’t dare chat with his deskmate, hampered by rules like "no talking when the teacher enters." He silently took out his "Mathematics 3" textbook, waiting for the first class to begin. Unexpectedly, after writing the last stroke, the teacher turned and said,

"Before class starts, let me quickly remind you all that tomorrow is Sunday, but as usual, we have the weekly exam on the first Sunday of the semester—covering the five old subjects (Chinese, Mathematics, Literature, Science, and English). Three in the morning and two in the afternoon; make sure to prepare well. Understood?"

Although the teacher hadn’t uttered any threatening words, Feng Xue clearly sensed that failure would bode no benefits.

"But isn’t it excessive to test both Literature and Science in the first semester of sophomore year? Are they really testing both, or just combining them into two exams due to time constraints?"

While Feng Xue mulled this over, he took out the textbook to prepare, only for his vision to blur upon realizing—

In the exams for the Motherland, none of the content is from textbooks!

Who relies on textbooks for their review?

But where were his class notes from?

In that instant, Feng Xue finally understood why the pinnacle of Chinese horror was school.

Even without any horror elements, having an exam on the second day of school was terrifying enough! ƒгeewebnovёl_com

Clearly, Feng Xue wasn’t the only one lamenting the teacher’s words; even his classmates couldn’t help but wail in despair. To which the teacher retorted with a glare,

"I’ve told you all not to slack off during the summer, yet you just want to play wildly. Now you’re crying, crying about what? Look at Liu Yuqian, is she crying?"

With that, the teacher left the classroom, and the wailing within the class grew even louder.

Feng Xue turned slightly to look at his deskmate, presumably called Liu Yuqian, and thought, "This homeroom teacher takes money for actions; she can be dealt with." His face kept that foolishly clear expression unique to school days, a little unsure of how to begin:

"Um, deskmate, I just transferred here. Could I borrow your class notes from last semester to make a copy? It won’t take long, I promise it won’t delay your review!"

Saying this, he took out a coin, intending to slip it into his deskmate’s hand. To his surprise, she righteously blocked his attempt to give money:

"Feng, I believe money isn’t everything, and it shouldn’t be so commonplace in school!"

"???" Feng Xue was genuinely shocked because the ability of his coin was "as long as the price met the target’s psychological expectation, the transaction would be forced." In other words, no matter how high-minded you were, if you deemed the price sufficient internally, the transaction would happen.

Even if Feng Xue was being pursued, if he felt fifty million yuan for taking a beauty home wasn’t a loss, he’d still be influenced by the coin.

Back then, even though Yayuka had no intention of selling herself out, under a bunch of coins, didn’t she quietly hide Feng Xue in the bathtub?

Yet this deskmate outright refused the deal, suggesting only two possibilities—

1. The deskmate believed her notes from last semester were worth more than Feng Xue’s coin (about fifty million RMB).

2. The deskmate genuinely believed notes shouldn’t and couldn’t be measured by money from her heart.

"Could it be because the notes themselves are a condition for clearing the level, thus making them highly valuable?"

Just as Feng Xue speculated, his deskmate opened her bag and placed a refined notebook on the desk, saying earnestly,

"There’s a copy room downstairs; return it before lunch break!"

"Whoa, it really was the second kind?!"

Feng Xue looked incredulously at his deskmate, whose previously unremarkable appearance seemed to turn breathtakingly beautiful.

He became increasingly convinced that this school was definitely Kaidan Level because such a being, seeing money as dirt, was essentially a Kaidan!

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