Lu Yibei could feel something cold and disgusting crawl up his back, and his hands trembled as he tossed the photo away.
In the next moment, his eyes began to burn, and he was forced into a dreamscape once again.
Objects that were difficult to describe and shapes that shouldn’t exist flashed in his sight. Streams of indescribable colour flashed one after another, and they faded into a dim light.
He raised his hands and found that her hands had become petite and smaller.
‘I must have triggered something. Like how I triggered the dreamscape with the bamboo scrolls…’
Looking around, she found herself hiding in the sports equipment closet at the University.
There were no windows down the corridor leading to the closet, and the corridor looked particularly gloomy without the sun’s rays touching it.
There were a lot of things piled up inside the small space; apart from some worn-out sports equipment, there were also many unused clothes and props from other activities.
Rather than a sports closet, it was more like a discarded item closet.
In fact, if it weren’t for the recent rehearsals for the upcoming school celebration, the gate leading to this closet would have been locked.
The dimly lit corridor was dead silent, save for her petite footsteps. Several costumes were discarded on the ground, and the abandoned sports equipment held a little rust to it.
Several puppets from the drama club were discarded, too, but their limbs and joints were still of great quality.
Did they really have to paint their faces that way? She thought, occasionally glancing at their creepy and uncanny facial features. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if an urban legend was hiding inside the puppets.’
There was a sudden sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor, and she turned her head only to see somebody walking down the opposite side of the corridor in a sneaky manner.
She frowned, found a pile of cardboard boxes stacked together, and hid behind them.
Before this, she thought that her existence in a dreamscape would go unnoticed, but due to the events in the bamboo scrolls, she felt that it would be best to just hide herself, just in case.
“Yes!” a voice spoke in the darkness. “The photos are going to be so good. I’ll be able to make so much money!”
“Counsellor Xue?” She breathed out as she peeked out from her hiding place. Indeed, it was him.
She watched as he started to take photos of various discarded puppets, and she would never expect him to sell photos of creepy things.
Hobbies like these are dangerous. He’s barking up the wrong tree.
However, he couldn’t blame him. Photos like these were in high demand, and many people, in pursuit of the thrill of it all, enjoyed participating in taking or buying photos of real “urban legends.”
She saw that the urban legend chat group shared some alleged photos of urban legends before, but she would never expect her counsellor to participate in such a thing.
‘How do you even sleep at night?’
Suddenly, she heard him curse.
“Damn it!”
Did that old man appear? She thought, looking down the corridor.
He lined the puppets up and put them into exaggerated and creepy poses as he kept pressing the shutter. The pale, painted faces of the puppets flickered with every flash, and Yibei couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
He took the photos obsessively, changing their postures once in a while. Suddenly, a feeling of unease emerged in her heart as he approached a large, iron locker.
It was unlocked, and its rusty doors were slightly ajar. Within it, a figure could be vaguely seen.
“Oh? More puppets?” Counsellor Xue said as he moved forward to open it, and her eyes started to burn intensely.
When she regained her vision, she was startled by the scene before her and trembled.
Counsellor Xue was holding the pale, old man in his arms, dragging him out of the locker little by little as he laid him flat on the ground. Then he swung his arm around the old man and took a selfie with him.
Then he carried the old man by the waist and placed him firmly on a table not far away.
“This is amazing! Why did they throw such a high-quality puppet away? What a waste of money!” he breathed out. “I’m going to be so rich!”
Although it was funny in context, thinking of what was going to happen to him, she couldn’t help but feel bad now.
‘There is no way you don’t feel a bit uncanny looking at him, right? How is he even…’
She couldn’t believe that her kind counsellor would be so foolish yet so brave.
Clack clack clack clack.
The soft sound of his shutter resounded again and again, and in the intermittent darkness, she could see the old man sitting up.
The counsellor was still blissfully unaware until a pair of cloudy, bloodshot eyes burst into the scene through his lens.
“Agh!”
He fell off the long table, ignoring the pain in his body, and started to scramble across the floor. Along the corridor, a scarlet lantern lit up.
“Y-you! Don’t get anywhere near me! Damn it…”
Despite this, the counsellor still continued to take photos as he ran, and Yibei couldn’t help but sigh as her eyes were plunged into darkness.
The headless girl had been watching Lu Yibei for a while now; he suddenly fell into a strange state, as if his soul had left his body, and she couldn’t help but worry for him.
She patted his shoulder lightly and was about to call to him, but suddenly felt a terrifying wave of psychic energy wash over her.
She felt death creeping at her door and an aura violent enough to tear her down. She couldn’t help but tremble and grasp onto Yibei.
‘It… it must’ve noticed me!’
The girl picked up Yibei’s body and quickly ran out of the dorm, but the continuous waves of psychic energy continued to crash into her.
Where is it? The girl thought aloud. ‘I got him involved; I must protect him no matter what!’
Lu Yibei could feel something cold and disgusting crawl up his back, and his hands trembled as he tossed the photo away.
In the next moment, his eyes began to burn, and he was forced into a dreamscape once again.
Objects that were difficult to describe and shapes that shouldn’t exist flashed in his sight. Streams of indescribable colour flashed one after another, and they faded into a dim light.
He raised his hands and found that her hands had become petite and smaller.
‘I must have triggered something. Like how I triggered the dreamscape with the bamboo scrolls…’
Looking around, she found herself hiding in the sports equipment closet at the University.
There were no windows down the corridor leading to the closet, and the corridor looked particularly gloomy without the sun’s rays touching it.
There were a lot of things piled up inside the small space; apart from some worn-out sports equipment, there were also many unused clothes and props from other activities.
Rather than a sports closet, it was more like a discarded item closet.
In fact, if it weren’t for the recent rehearsals for the upcoming school celebration, the gate leading to this closet would have been locked.
The dimly lit corridor was dead silent, save for her petite footsteps. Several costumes were discarded on the ground, and the abandoned sports equipment held a little rust to it.
Several puppets from the drama club were discarded, too, but their limbs and joints were still of great quality.
Did they really have to paint their faces that way? She thought, occasionally glancing at their creepy and uncanny facial features. ‘I wouldn’t be surprised if an urban legend was hiding inside the puppets.’
There was a sudden sound of footsteps echoing down the corridor, and she turned her head only to see somebody walking down the opposite side of the corridor in a sneaky manner.
She frowned, found a pile of cardboard boxes stacked together, and hid behind them.
Before this, she thought that her existence in a dreamscape would go unnoticed, but due to the events in the bamboo scrolls, she felt that it would be best to just hide herself, just in case.
“Yes!” a voice spoke in the darkness. “The photos are going to be so good. I’ll be able to make so much money!”
“Counsellor Xue?” She breathed out as she peeked out from her hiding place. Indeed, it was him.
She watched as he started to take photos of various discarded puppets, and she would never expect him to sell photos of creepy things.
Hobbies like these are dangerous. He’s barking up the wrong tree.
However, he couldn’t blame him. Photos like these were in high demand, and many people, in pursuit of the thrill of it all, enjoyed participating in taking or buying photos of real “urban legends.”
She saw that the urban legend chat group shared some alleged photos of urban legends before, but she would never expect her counsellor to participate in such a thing.
‘How do you even sleep at night?’
Suddenly, she heard him curse.
“Damn it!”
Did that old man appear? She thought, looking down the corridor.
He lined the puppets up and put them into exaggerated and creepy poses as he kept pressing the shutter. The pale, painted faces of the puppets flickered with every flash, and Yibei couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
He took the photos obsessively, changing their postures once in a while. Suddenly, a feeling of unease emerged in her heart as he approached a large, iron locker.
It was unlocked, and its rusty doors were slightly ajar. Within it, a figure could be vaguely seen.
“Oh? More puppets?” Counsellor Xue said as he moved forward to open it, and her eyes started to burn intensely.
When she regained her vision, she was startled by the scene before her and trembled.
Counsellor Xue was holding the pale, old man in his arms, dragging him out of the locker little by little as he laid him flat on the ground. Then he swung his arm around the old man and took a selfie with him.
Then he carried the old man by the waist and placed him firmly on a table not far away.
“This is amazing! Why did they throw such a high-quality puppet away? What a waste of money!” he breathed out. “I’m going to be so rich!”
Although it was funny in context, thinking of what was going to happen to him, she couldn’t help but feel bad now.
‘There is no way you don’t feel a bit uncanny looking at him, right? How is he even…’
She couldn’t believe that her kind counsellor would be so foolish yet so brave.
Clack clack clack clack.
The soft sound of his shutter resounded again and again, and in the intermittent darkness, she could see the old man sitting up.
The counsellor was still blissfully unaware until a pair of cloudy, bloodshot eyes burst into the scene through his lens.
“Agh!”
He fell off the long table, ignoring the pain in his body, and started to scramble across the floor. Along the corridor, a scarlet lantern lit up.
“Y-you! Don’t get anywhere near me! Damn it…”
Despite this, the counsellor still continued to take photos as he ran, and Yibei couldn’t help but sigh as her eyes were plunged into darkness.
The headless girl had been watching Lu Yibei for a while now; he suddenly fell into a strange state, as if his soul had left his body, and she couldn’t help but worry for him.
She patted his shoulder lightly and was about to call to him, but suddenly felt a terrifying wave of psychic energy wash over her.
She felt death creeping at her door and an aura violent enough to tear her down. She couldn’t help but tremble and grasp onto Yibei.
‘It… it must’ve noticed me!’
The girl picked up Yibei’s body and quickly ran out of the dorm, but the continuous waves of psychic energy continued to crash into her.
Where is it? The girl thought aloud. ‘I got him involved; I must protect him no matter what!’
