Chapter 4: The Onset of Terror

A sudden hiss echoed through the room.

A thin red line appeared on Guan Dongtian’s neck. His eyes widened in horror as he stared at his phone screen and shrieked, “No—!”

Bang!

The pressure of the blood was so intense that his head was blasted clean off, eyes still open. The severed head rolled to the edge of the podium, landing beside Shen Fengxing, who leapt back in terror, hastily kicking the head away and shouting, “Call the police, quick!”

All the students scrambled to dial emergency numbers. “What’s going on? There’s no signal!”

“Ah! The door’s locked!”

“What happened? We can’t get out?”

Despair settled over everyone. Terror and death permeated the classroom.

Ding!

Bao Lei: Until the game ends, you’re not free to move!

Zhang Xiaofan slapped the desk and called out, “Everyone, quiet down!”

Su Qianqian looked at him. “Zhang Xiaofan, do you have any ideas?”

“At this point, we can conclude that this red envelope game isn’t some prank—it’s a genuine supernatural event,” Zhang Xiaofan said, his voice trembling. He’d never imagined such a day would come. He’d always thought, as a nobody, he would graduate and live an ordinary life. He never expected to encounter the supernatural.

“What do we do, then?” Shen Fengxing asked.

“It’s simple. Right now, we can’t fight the ghost. So let’s just finish the game. When it ends, we’ll be able to leave, and then we can bring in some priests or monks to check things out,” Zhang Xiaofan replied.

“That’s a good plan, Xiaofan.”

“Yes, let’s keep playing for now.”

Ding!

Bao Lei: Game player Zhou Liping, your turn. Tell us, what’s the most disgusting thing you’ve ever done?

Zhou Liping stood up shakily, thinking for a long while before finally answering, “When… when I stayed at a hotel, I secretly installed a camera in the bathroom… then watched from home…”

“Hmph, pervert,” a male classmate muttered.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting,” a female classmate glared at him.

Zhou Liping was at the very bottom of the class hierarchy—no friends, no girlfriend, nobody cared for him.

He ignored the criticism, nervously watching his phone.

The horrifying scene didn’t occur. Instead, Bao Lei sent a message: Well, well, that’s disgusting enough. I always thought you were the grossest person when I was alive. Now, the next question: Who do you hate most in this class?

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Everyone fell silent, waiting for Zhou Liping’s answer.

At this moment, Zhou Liping hesitated, glancing at certain classmates, as if wary of something.

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head. It was understandable—if Zhou Liping named someone in the class, he’d surely offend them. As a nobody among nobodies, even if he survived, life wouldn’t be easy.

Although Zhou Liping didn’t want to answer, the WeChat countdown had begun. In the end, he gritted his teeth and said, “Wang Hu. The person I hate most is Wang Hu. Also Murong Feng and Song Feng. They’ve all bullied me. I hate that their families are rich, that chasing girls is easier for them than eating.”

To make sure his answer was correct, Zhou Liping steeled himself and listed everyone he hated.

“Damn it, Zhou Liping, you just wait. Don’t leave after school,” Wang Hu cursed loudly.

Song Feng’s expression turned sinister. “Zhou Liping, I’ll teach you the price of crossing me.”

He turned and shot Zhang Xiaofan a contemptuous glance, laughing coldly.

Ding!

Bao Lei: Very good, nice answer. One last question and you’ll clear the stage. Of those three, who do you most want to kill?

A stir ran through the classroom. This question was tricky.

First, all three were from big families—either rich, powerful, or with gangster connections. No matter whom he chose, he’d be making enemies.

“I want to kill Wang Hu. He just slapped me,” Zhou Liping said dejectedly, his spirit broken by the question.

Ding!

Bao Lei: Level cleared. You’re safe!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No one congratulated Zhou Liping, though—they all knew he was doomed.

Sure enough, the next moment, Wang Hu slapped the desk and barked, “Guys, grab this bastard who wants to kill me!”

Wang Hu’s influence in the classroom was strong; many followed his lead. As soon as he spoke, a few classmates dragged Zhou Liping into a corner.

Wang Hu walked over, sneering, and commanded, “Beat him!”

Bang, bang, bang—

Zhou Liping’s screams echoed through the classroom.

Wang Hu then swept his gaze over the class and warned coldly, “Opposing me ends like this!”

Ding!

Bao Lei: The game continues. Next up, Ma Xiaoshu. Who do you love most?

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The students relaxed a little at this question. Su Qianqian smiled at Ma Xiaoshu. “That’s an easy one.”

“Yes, it must be Zhou Lei.”

Zhou Lei and Ma Xiaoshu were boyfriend and girlfriend, inseparable, the class’s golden couple.

At the same time, Zhou Lei looked at Ma Xiaoshu expectantly and whispered, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

But Ma Xiaoshu’s expression was bitter. She murmured, “The one I love most is… is Murong Feng…”

Murong Feng was the famous rich and handsome guy in class, captain of the basketball team, adored by many girls.

A murmur rippled through the class. Murong Feng shook his head and said, “It has nothing to do with me. She sent me love letters before, but I never accepted.”

“Ma Xiaoshu, you… hmph, let’s break up,” Zhou Lei said angrily. He felt as if he’d been publicly humiliated.

Suddenly, a thin line of blood appeared on Ma Xiaoshu’s neck. Zhang Xiaofan, who’d been watching her closely, sensed something was wrong and shouted, “What’s happening?”

Before his words finished, blood erupted from Ma Xiaoshu’s neck, killing her in the same gruesome way as Guan Dongtian.

“Ah…”

Students screamed. “What’s going on? Did Ma Xiaoshu lie?”

“Yes, maybe she really does love Zhou Lei most?”

“But why would she lie?”

The class was abuzz with speculation, but the dead were dead; no one could truly figure out what happened.

“If you ask me, this game is just a ghost’s trick—it wants to wipe us all out.”

“Right, no matter what you answer, you die.”

“But why did Zhou Liping survive?”

“Well…”

“Xiaofan, what’s going on?” Hu Xiaotian asked, trembling. As desk mates, he often sought advice from Lin Xuan.

Zhang Xiaofan frowned, glancing at the two headless bodies. Suddenly, he stood up and declared, “I know why Ma Xiaoshu failed the game.”

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