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If this bunch of female ghosts lost control of their emotions, even nine lives wouldn't be enough for them to torment.
The sight of Classroom 202 rekindled my hope. Maybe this classroom would bring some new discoveries.
Classroom 201 had been filled entirely with girls. Its yin energy was extremely heavy but not violent, whereas Classroom 202 was the complete opposite. Its yin energy was faint, yet when it blew toward me, my face felt scorching hot.
And for some reason, I always felt like I had been here before.
The moment I reached the door, the classroom suddenly fell silent, giving me a fright.
I pulled back my outstretched hand. As I hesitated, the ghost senior Liu Fang appeared behind me at some point and sighed. "You found this place after all. Perhaps this is fate. I advise you not to remove the yellow talisman right now, or both of us will suffer."
"There are students in this classroom too?" Hearing her make it sound so mysterious, I gathered my courage and asked.
Liu Fang's gaze was filled with resentment. I had never seen her like this before. She nodded. "But this classroom is very special."
Liu Fang stood at the classroom door. Moonlight spilled down like water, making her face look terrifyingly pale.
"Do you really want to go in and take a look?" Liu Fang suddenly asked.
When she saw me nod, she seemed to make a very difficult decision.
Liu Fang muttered ghost language I couldn't understand, like the cries of a cat in heat. Grandma had once warned me that if I was home alone and heard a cat crying late at night—especially a long, mournful cry—I must never get curious and go looking for it. That meant the cat had found