The moonlight suddenly dimmed.
It was as though what hung in the sky had only ever been a dim desk lamp, and someone had now pressed the off switch, naturally extinguishing it.
The one who had pressed that switch was the Black-clothed person.
The epicenter of the upheaval had finally shifted from the cafeteria and the campus to Building E-2, sweeping nearly every staff member into it. No one could stay out of it anymore.
From the instant the moonlight dimmed, Building E-2 began to totter.
The entire building shook irregularly. The first, second, and third floors suddenly vanished, then immediately reappeared; the fourth, fifth, and sixth floors tripled in height, then instantly returned to normal...
On the Seventeenth Floor, before the eyes of the living, the corridor not only shook but occasionally sprouted tables and chairs, only for piles of documents to scatter across it the next second.
Song Yitong turned her head, her expression grim. After surveying their surroundings, she urgently addressed Ji Li, who was still gazing at the moon:
"The Black-clothed people have come to E-2. They're destroying the special path!"
Ji Li's gaze remained fixed on the distant sky. He said nothing, as though he had never heard her.
Mo Lan's pupils contracted unnaturally, and behind them, another pair of pupils faintly emerged.
At the same time, an unsettling chill radiated from her body. Even the floor tiles beneath her feet began to freeze.
Song Yitong suddenly laid a hand on her shoulder, then forcibly held her face and made her meet her eyes. Seeing those eerie double pupils clearly, she said coldly:
"If you dare come out, you're asking to die!"
She knew perfectly well that the ghost hiding inside Mo Lan was preparing to act.
But this was not a surge in its