Being drained of yang energy by a ghost was indeed deadly, but in horror game instances, supernatural elements made up almost a third. No boss in any of these instances would do such a thing to NPCs or players.
The person targeted either ended up being killed directly or trapped in a nightmare.
So, was sucking yang energy considered an attack? The system truly didn’t know.
After all, such a situation had never occurred before.
The system assured, [You don’t need to worry about this; such a situation has never occurred before.]
The system’s words clearly indicated it didn’t know what had just happened. Ruan Qing, upon hearing this, didn’t say anything more, realizing it was just a dream.
Not knowing was normal.
But Ruan Qing didn’t believe what the system said. Just because it hadn’t happened didn’t mean it couldn’t.
It seemed that daytime was no longer safe.
He had to quickly investigate clues about the pen spirit.
The dungeon information provided a lead: there was a legend at the First University where the people in a dormitory summoned a pen spirit and experienced mysterious deaths.
In other words, the incident happened at the First University, and the school had students who had summoned a pen spirit before.
Maybe that was the first time someone summoned a pen spirit.
Perhaps he could start investigating from that angle.
The pen spirit must have been human during their lifetime and turned into a vengeful spirit after death.
It’s highly unlikely for someone to turn into a vengeful spirit through natural death; it’s very probable that someone killed them.
Moreover, there might be a connection between them and the four people who initially summoned the pen spirit, or else they wouldn’t have sought out those four.
So, as long as he investigated the situation and resolved the vengeful spirit’s obsession, there was a chance of surviving.
Even if he couldn’t find any information, he could still look for something that could restrain vengeful spirits.
For example, talismans or Buddhist statues might work.
This was a horror game dungeon; it certainly wouldn’t deny players a way to survive, so there must be a method.
After analyzing the current situation, Ruan Qing took out his phone.
The phone had a signal, and Ruan Qing directly entered the school’s forum.
Then, he typed in the words ‘pen spirit.’
The post was about the topic of ‘pen sprit’, and there were many posts on this subject. Ruan Qing looked around and chose a post with the most replies.
[I heard that our university once had a dormitory room that summoned a pen spirit, and then everyone from that room died mysteriously. The police couldn’t figure out why. Do any of you know about this?]
[Haha, who believes in pen spirits these days, especially university students? It’s all fake.]
[The divine beings of China don’t bother with trivial matters. I don’t pay attention to gods who can’t help me score 60 on my final exams. Besides, if there really were pen spirits, they’d have become immortal. Do they have time to meddle in your love life and final exams?]
[I’ve heard about this legend. I heard that someone in that dormitory room that summoned the pen spirit jumped off a building, another one jumped into a lake, and one even set themselves on fire in the dormitory room.]
[What about the other one? Weren’t there four people in a dormitory room? There are only three.]
[I don’t know; I’ve only heard about these three. Maybe the fourth one went missing? Anyway, the legend says all four of them died.]
[Oh? Do you guys think the pen spirit is really effective? I’m getting a bit curious.]
[Stop being curious; many people have tried, but it’s useless. You can’t summon any pen spirit.]
[Speaking of which, do you guys know which dormitory room it was?]
[It’s just a legend; there’s no specific dormitory room. And it’s unclear where the story originated. I think they just combined the students who committed suicide at our university and made up the rest.]
[I think so too.]
The discussion started off reasonably, but it got chaotic towards the end, and Ruan Qing didn’t scroll down further.
In the forum, not only could you click on posts, but you could also click on each reply to open it.
Ruan Qing clicked to open the replies in the layer, asking about the floor.
[Dormitory room 101 in Building D.]
[Dormitory room 202 in Building C.]
[Dormitory room 303 in Building B.]
The replies listed densely packed floor numbers, each different from the others.
Clearly, it was misinformation.
Just as Ruan Qing was about to give up, his hand suddenly stopped.
[Dormitory room 404 in Building A.]
Dormitory room 404 in Building A was his dormitory room.
Although it’s not yet time for class to end, Ruan Qing directly closed his book and prepared to leave through the back door.
As for attending class, Ruan Qing had already lost interest.
Moreover, the original owner of the body, encountering such a situation, definitely wouldn’t be in the mood for class.
So, skipping class wasn’t really breaking character for him.
Intuition told Ruan Qing that the dormitory mentioned in the instance information was highly likely to be dormitory room 404 in Building A.
In other words, the person who sent this answer truly knew something about the pen spirit.
Ruan Qing didn’t bring his laptop to class, and checking the reply’s IP on the phone was inconvenient.
He needed to find out who was behind this reply.
And he also needed to find out which students had lived in dormitory room 404 of Building A and what exactly had happened there.
Ruan Qing, holding his book, walked straight towards the back door, only to find it locked at some point.
He pushed it hard but couldn’t open it.
The door was locked from the outside.
Ruan Qing had no choice but to give up. He glanced at the empty podium and decided to leave through the front door.
However, Ruan Qing had just reached the front door when he suddenly froze, even taking a few stumbling steps back to avoid colliding with someone.
Because the man walking in from outside was extremely familiar to Ruan Qing.
He’s the man Ruan Qing bumped into in the corridor just now, and also the man in the photo of the murder scene.
The man held an attendance roster in his hand and slowly walked in from outside.
Even when he saw Ruan Qing, he didn’t stop.
If Ruan Qing didn’t move, he would definitely have collided with the man.
Ruan Qing bit his lips, subconsciously stepping back, his delicate face showing a hint of nervousness and confusion.
The man who had just entered the door strode forward, giving a sense of looming pressure.
Ruan Qing met the man’s eyes, and the next moment, he nervously averted his gaze.
The classroom had already quieted down, and everyone was looking in the direction of the classroom door.
The young man was being forced back into the classroom by the man. Although the man was smiling faintly, both his steps and gaze were aggressively dominating.
Obviously, he looked like someone not to be trifled with.
However...
Many students felt a strange sensation rising from the bottom of their hearts.
Clearly, the teacher had only blocked someone who was attempting to skip class.
But the way he pressed on step by step seemed as if the teacher was doing something excessively wrong to the young man.
It’s really odd.
Many students’ gazes fell on the young man.
They couldn’t see his face at all, only a slender and pretty figure.
The man only stopped after Ruan Qing retreated to the front-row seat. He looked at Ruan Qing and spoke gently, “Student, wanting to leave before class is over. Do you have any dissatisfaction with me?”
Being drained of yang energy by a ghost was indeed deadly, but in horror game instances, supernatural elements made up almost a third. No boss in any of these instances would do such a thing to NPCs or players.
The person targeted either ended up being killed directly or trapped in a nightmare.
So, was sucking yang energy considered an attack? The system truly didn’t know.
After all, such a situation had never occurred before.
The system assured, [You don’t need to worry about this; such a situation has never occurred before.]
The system’s words clearly indicated it didn’t know what had just happened. Ruan Qing, upon hearing this, didn’t say anything more, realizing it was just a dream.
Not knowing was normal.
But Ruan Qing didn’t believe what the system said. Just because it hadn’t happened didn’t mean it couldn’t.
It seemed that daytime was no longer safe.
He had to quickly investigate clues about the pen spirit.
The dungeon information provided a lead: there was a legend at the First University where the people in a dormitory summoned a pen spirit and experienced mysterious deaths.
In other words, the incident happened at the First University, and the school had students who had summoned a pen spirit before.
Maybe that was the first time someone summoned a pen spirit.
Perhaps he could start investigating from that angle.
The pen spirit must have been human during their lifetime and turned into a vengeful spirit after death.
It’s highly unlikely for someone to turn into a vengeful spirit through natural death; it’s very probable that someone killed them.
Moreover, there might be a connection between them and the four people who initially summoned the pen spirit, or else they wouldn’t have sought out those four.
So, as long as he investigated the situation and resolved the vengeful spirit’s obsession, there was a chance of surviving.
Even if he couldn’t find any information, he could still look for something that could restrain vengeful spirits.
For example, talismans or Buddhist statues might work.
This was a horror game dungeon; it certainly wouldn’t deny players a way to survive, so there must be a method.
After analyzing the current situation, Ruan Qing took out his phone.
The phone had a signal, and Ruan Qing directly entered the school’s forum.
Then, he typed in the words ‘pen spirit.’
The post was about the topic of ‘pen sprit’, and there were many posts on this subject. Ruan Qing looked around and chose a post with the most replies.
[I heard that our university once had a dormitory room that summoned a pen spirit, and then everyone from that room died mysteriously. The police couldn’t figure out why. Do any of you know about this?]
[Haha, who believes in pen spirits these days, especially university students? It’s all fake.]
[The divine beings of China don’t bother with trivial matters. I don’t pay attention to gods who can’t help me score 60 on my final exams. Besides, if there really were pen spirits, they’d have become immortal. Do they have time to meddle in your love life and final exams?]
[I’ve heard about this legend. I heard that someone in that dormitory room that summoned the pen spirit jumped off a building, another one jumped into a lake, and one even set themselves on fire in the dormitory room.]
[What about the other one? Weren’t there four people in a dormitory room? There are only three.]
[I don’t know; I’ve only heard about these three. Maybe the fourth one went missing? Anyway, the legend says all four of them died.]
[Oh? Do you guys think the pen spirit is really effective? I’m getting a bit curious.]
[Stop being curious; many people have tried, but it’s useless. You can’t summon any pen spirit.]
[Speaking of which, do you guys know which dormitory room it was?]
[It’s just a legend; there’s no specific dormitory room. And it’s unclear where the story originated. I think they just combined the students who committed suicide at our university and made up the rest.]
[I think so too.]
The discussion started off reasonably, but it got chaotic towards the end, and Ruan Qing didn’t scroll down further.
In the forum, not only could you click on posts, but you could also click on each reply to open it.
Ruan Qing clicked to open the replies in the layer, asking about the floor.
[Dormitory room 101 in Building D.]
[Dormitory room 202 in Building C.]
[Dormitory room 303 in Building B.]
The replies listed densely packed floor numbers, each different from the others.
Clearly, it was misinformation.
Just as Ruan Qing was about to give up, his hand suddenly stopped.
[Dormitory room 404 in Building A.]
Dormitory room 404 in Building A was his dormitory room.
Although it’s not yet time for class to end, Ruan Qing directly closed his book and prepared to leave through the back door.
As for attending class, Ruan Qing had already lost interest.
Moreover, the original owner of the body, encountering such a situation, definitely wouldn’t be in the mood for class.
So, skipping class wasn’t really breaking character for him.
Intuition told Ruan Qing that the dormitory mentioned in the instance information was highly likely to be dormitory room 404 in Building A.
In other words, the person who sent this answer truly knew something about the pen spirit.
Ruan Qing didn’t bring his laptop to class, and checking the reply’s IP on the phone was inconvenient.
He needed to find out who was behind this reply.
And he also needed to find out which students had lived in dormitory room 404 of Building A and what exactly had happened there.
Ruan Qing, holding his book, walked straight towards the back door, only to find it locked at some point.
He pushed it hard but couldn’t open it.
The door was locked from the outside.
Ruan Qing had no choice but to give up. He glanced at the empty podium and decided to leave through the front door.
However, Ruan Qing had just reached the front door when he suddenly froze, even taking a few stumbling steps back to avoid colliding with someone.
Because the man walking in from outside was extremely familiar to Ruan Qing.
He’s the man Ruan Qing bumped into in the corridor just now, and also the man in the photo of the murder scene.
The man held an attendance roster in his hand and slowly walked in from outside.
Even when he saw Ruan Qing, he didn’t stop.
If Ruan Qing didn’t move, he would definitely have collided with the man.
Ruan Qing bit his lips, subconsciously stepping back, his delicate face showing a hint of nervousness and confusion.
The man who had just entered the door strode forward, giving a sense of looming pressure.
Ruan Qing met the man’s eyes, and the next moment, he nervously averted his gaze.
The classroom had already quieted down, and everyone was looking in the direction of the classroom door.
The young man was being forced back into the classroom by the man. Although the man was smiling faintly, both his steps and gaze were aggressively dominating.
Obviously, he looked like someone not to be trifled with.
However...
Many students felt a strange sensation rising from the bottom of their hearts.
Clearly, the teacher had only blocked someone who was attempting to skip class.
But the way he pressed on step by step seemed as if the teacher was doing something excessively wrong to the young man.
It’s really odd.
Many students’ gazes fell on the young man.
They couldn’t see his face at all, only a slender and pretty figure.
The man only stopped after Ruan Qing retreated to the front-row seat. He looked at Ruan Qing and spoke gently, “Student, wanting to leave before class is over. Do you have any dissatisfaction with me?”
