"The original hexagram: Body overcomes Use. Earth overcomes Water. Favorable.
The changing hexagram: Body generates Use. Earth Generates Gold. Great misfortune. Staying brings danger, but perhaps an opportunity.
Leaving means Water buries Earth. Certain drowning!"
At the end of the corridor outside Class 1, Grade 3, Huang Banxian trembled as he held three copper coins in his only remaining right hand, casting the final—and most crucial—hexagram for himself.
Clenching the coins tightly, a final glimmer of determination burst from his fading eyes.
Fang Shenyan's warnings still rang in his ears, but he had decided to trust his hexagram, even if the fortunes of a fake Taoist like him had never been accurate.
"Stay. Don't take part in the third step. This is my only way to break the deadlock and survive!"
"Let's go!"
By the time Su Chenghe and the other two reached Class 1, Grade 3, they were already too late. The room had become a field of ruins, where two ghosts were engaged in a struggle humans could neither bear to watch nor take part in.
They could not see where Fang Shenyan had gone, but there was clearly no time to waste. The three immediately turned around and headed back toward the Broadcast Room on the fifth floor.
At that moment, Li Guanqi turned back and shouted toward the other side of the stairwell.
"Huang Banxian, hurry up and run!"
Yet when he looked over, he could only see half of Huang Banxian's body. Then, Huang Banxian was suddenly flung backward, as though something had dragged him into the stairwell.
Li Guanqi's expression changed. At a time like this, what other ghost could still be lying in wait?
"Forget about me. It's just the Eye monsters. You hurry to the Broadcast Room and continue the plan. My