Central Region

"In the classroom at the corner of the third floor, I wonder if my friend Basang sensed the fluctuations of ghostly energy? I really wasn't lying, was I?"

Yu Ming wore an innocent expression, but Basang had indeed sensed thick ghostly energy seeping out bit by bit from the classroom. It seemed to belong to a particularly formidable high-level ghost.

"Did you find any members of our team inside?"

"I never entered the teaching building. I merely sensed such a powerful ghost inside, so I fled immediately. I didn't expect to run into my friend Basang at the school gate."

"Follow me upstairs and take a look."

Basang had been born and raised on the grasslands. Everyone around him had been kind-hearted, sincere villagers and companions, until a great fire burned everyone in the entire village to death...

The classroom fan had long stopped turning, but the first thing Basang noticed was the blood congealed on the cold floor.

"A dried corpse? Why isn't there any lingering ghostly energy..." Basang crouched down and looked at Xia Ze, whose eyes were wide open in death. He then slowly closed Xia Ze's eyelids with his right hand. Though this was only a game, Basang had his own will and thoughts.

Basang crouched before Xia Ze's corpse. After observing it for a while, he seemed to notice something remaining inside the body.

"A leaf!"

Without hesitation, Basang inserted his hand into Xia Ze's withered corpse and pinched out a damaged leaf between two fingers. The bloodstained leaf gave off an aura belonging to a jailer, one connected to the flower tattoo on Yu Ming's face.

"Sorry, Brother Basang."

A baleful aura, seemingly stained with the blood of nearly ten thousand people, spread out behind Basang and filled the entire classroom.

"Ding!" A piercing