"They're back! They're back! Everyone made it!"
"Oh my god, they're so brave!"
Watching Chen Feng and his companions return unscathed, every student in the corridor craned their neck, glanced over, and laughed. Upon noticing another mark above their heads, they hastily restrained themselves and switched to silent sighs of admiration, marveling at the spectacle.
"Sounds like I'm pretty brave."
"Bro, of course you're brave."
Chen Feng asked the Joke Specter about it and finally understood: anyone at this school who dared to play games in Room Nine would dare to order takeout in the real world without using a coupon.
That really was pretty brave.
Chen Feng straightened his back, then hunched over again.
He had suddenly remembered that while he was a badass in the supernatural world, he was a maggot in the Western fantasy world. At three in the morning, he would have to go back and get chased by a hundred sword-swinging Heroes with systems.
Sure, his bro had given him a gun.
But whether it was the Five Seats of Vengeance bullets or the Great Yokai bullets, Chen Feng couldn't bear to use them on the Ancestor of Flame Demons.
As the saying went, when old friends from home met, their eyes brimmed with tears. Chen Feng would rather save those precious single-entity rank bullets for his old friend, the Ghost King.
But if he didn't use the shotgun, he would have to find another way.
Chen Feng glanced back at the room numbers. Beyond Nine were Eight, Seven, Nine... If he wasn't mistaken, those were the homes of other special-grade specters. He wondered whether they played games.
Wait, why is there another Nine?
Chen Feng looked closer and realized the number plate had been hung upside down. It was an inverted Six.
The morning