A Brand-New Ghost Story

Inside the massive amphitheater classroom.

The fluorescent lights cast down, and Fang Xian felt a slight glare.

Yet something even more glaring was right ahead.

For instance, that female student who had just entered through the front doors.

Abnormal.

Completely abnormal.

Fang Xian stared fixedly at the freshman.

Where was the abnormality?

[The neck].

It was [the neck].

The classroom fell silent.

Only the wind outside whistled.

The girl who appeared in the classroom dressed exquisitely, with gorgeous features—undoubtedly the type who would be popular with the opposite sex.

The sole problem was that her neck was simply too long.

It was almost twice that of a normal adult human.

As if someone had stretched it directly.

This resulted in the girl being very tall.

Even exceeding one meter eighty.

It was utterly bizarre.

"Not a single person is expressing any strangeness toward this."

Fang Xian reined in his gaze and looked around.

In the cavernous classroom, no one raised any questions whatsoever about this long-necked woman.

No panic, no fear of the abnormal.

As if people were just supposed to grow like this.

"This..."

Fang Xian controlled his breathing.

This was the scariest part of all.

Without a doubt.

This was a ghost story.

A ghost story that had already impacted reality.

When it truly manifested in Fang Xian's life, brazenly invading this place, it finally made one truly feel a chill run down the spine.

Ghost stories did not only appear at night.

Seeming to sense a cold, gloomy atmosphere, Xiao Jiu shivered, woke up, stared blankly ahead, and then startled, quickly burrowing into Fang Xian's embrace.

Who wouldn't be scared by this?

Such a huge, long-necked beauty in the front row of the classroom.

Fang Xian really wanted not to see her, but it was difficult.

Yu Bo up on the podium had already started chattering away endlessly. Originally, this class had been announced to have group work, but right now, Fang Xian had zero desire to figure out what it was about.

He took out his Star Phone and opened the [Urban Legend Compendium].

Perhaps because he was living that Star life now, Fang Xian felt the ad-watching time was a bit shorter and the animations much smoother.

With no Urban Legend Alert, Fang Xian directly opened Weird Tale Search.

Lifespan was not an issue; following his current progress in capturing ghost stories, Fang Xian would sooner or later straighten out his negative lifespan.

[Comprehensive Sorting].

[Weird Tale Search].

Swish, swish, swish.

Swish, swish, swish.

You wouldn't know without looking, but a look would give you a fright.

Throughout Jiangcheng District, the bright spots were several times more numerous than before!

They were that kind of extremely pure brightness.

There was even a bloody ghost story right in the downtown [intersection].

"What's the situation?"

Fang Xian's finger landed on the upper right of his phone.

A raindrop icon, followed by its description.

[Rainstorm: The frequency of multi-type ghost stories appearing increases, making them harder for ordinary humans to discover].

This sentence was also followed by a red exclamation mark, likely because the author of this Urban Legend Compendium feared that member Fang Xian truly wouldn't understand the terror of this rainstorm.

At the same time, an Urban Legend Alert popped up.

[Urban Legend Compendium has updated]

[Ghost Story: Hang-Neck Ghost (Partial)--(Possession)]

[Ghost Story Rank: ???].

[Ghost Story Type: ???].

[The hang-neck person has long lips and tongue, white eyes, and feet off the ground with deep, heavy resentment].

[The count of the hanged from the past millennia is countless; they are a fairly famous major category among ghost stories].

[This ghost story is currently in an (Interference) state. Non-ghost-story users will be completely hoodwinked, while a small portion of highly sensitive people can perceive a faint incongruity.]

[A ghost story filled with malice, carrying terror sufficient to cause death. Please do not expose her identity unless you likewise wish to grow taller].

[Note: This ghost story cannot be captured.]

Neck-hanger...

It was this girl!

Fang Xian was unsure whether this girl was still alive.

Yet very few people could understand as clearly as Fang Xian the overwhelming terror ghost stories held for ordinary people.

Of course Fang Xian couldn't bring a fire axe to class, so he observed his surroundings somewhat cautiously.

Both [Rank] and [Type] were question marks.

It looked extremely dangerous.

Fang Xian couldn't help feeling a bit puzzled as to why his own ghost story was someone like Xiao Jiu.

"Chiumi chiumi!"

Xiao Jiu stared at the long-necked [Neck-hanger] the entire time, her fair little face bewildered yet terrified, curled up in Fang Xian's arms as if not even a lollipop sounded that appetizing to eat anymore.

He quickly opened WeChat,

[Fang Xian: Mountain beast, ask Gao Lu a question.]

[Fang Xian: What's the name of the first girl in the third row?]

[Fang Xian: Make it fast.]

How could anyone take an Ideological and Moral Cultivation Course without playing on their phone?

Wang Dashan glanced at his phone, turned his head, and flashed Fang Xian a lewd smile that said "I understand you" from behind.

[Wang Dashan: You've got quite the eye.]

[Wang Dashan: No need to ask about this one, I know her—Xu Wanyi from the Law and Politics College.]

[Wang Dashan: She blew up a bit during military training. Look at that chest, those legs, that fair neck.]

Fang Xian truly had no way to ignore Xu Wanyi's ridiculously long neck.

At this moment, Wang Dashan continued speaking, however.

[Wang Dashan: But... I heard from Gao Lu that she has bad blood with Xu Wanyi. As a side note, Xu Wanyi has a very wealthy boyfriend right now.]

[Wang Dashan: She didn't seem to return to the dorm last night either. Let me ask.]

Wang Dashan looked at Gao Lu: "Did Xu Wanyi not return to the dorm yesterday?"

Gao Lu replied instinctively: "Yeah."

Then she turned her head and frowned: "You got your eyes on her?"

Wang Dashan hurriedly washed his hands of it, as this had nothing to do with him: "It's Fang Xian!"

"Fang Xian's asking."

Song Yizhou was listening attentively to the lecture and taking notes.

Yet for some reason, upon hearing Fang Xian's name, the bespectacled literary youth still instinctively pricked up his ears.

Gao Lu gave an "oh": "Really? Then Fang Xian really has terrible taste."

Having obtained a definitive answer, Fang Xian began to ponder earnestly.

Rumors are a fearful thing; Fang Xian didn't completely believe Gao Lu and Wang Dashan's words. Perhaps Xu Wanyi's lifestyle had some minor issues, but that was no reason for her to become a target for ghost stories.

Fang Xian knew clearly that he would not make the same mistake he did three years ago.

Under the premise of ensuring safety, he had to try and save her.

At this very moment, Xu Wanyi smiled and stood up to answer Yu Bo's question.

She was poised and calm, displaying quite capable traits.

Exquisite, beautiful, decorous, pretty.

Her voice was exceptionally pleasant as well.

Provided one ignored her extremely short, bizarrely twisted neck.

"It's getting longer and longer."

Fang Xian leaned back against his chair.

Right now, Xu Wanyi's entire height was estimated to have already exceeded two meters.

A dark, oppressive vertical strip.

"People who lack confidence in their height are truly blessed."

Fang Xian said softly.

Not long after, the second session of the three consecutive Ideological and Moral Cultivation classes ended.

Fang Xian stood up.

He walked down the tiers.

Slowly strolling over to Xu Wanyi's side, he glanced at her phone.

Then slowly made his exit.

"Observe first, then wait for an opportune moment to act."

Fang Xian decided to make full preparations.

He could perceive that this ghost story named [Hang-Neck Ghost] possessed far greater aggressiveness than any ghost story he currently owned.

Just as Fang Xian was preparing to ponder countermeasures, on WeChat,

[This is Huihuizi] sent a message.

[This is Huihuizi: Ahhhhhhhhh.]

[This is Huihuizi: Someone stole my silk stockings!!]

[Photo].

[This is Huihuizi: Could Liu Changgui have broken out of prison? No wait, I remember he hasn't even been sentenced yet, right?]

Fang Xian couldn't muster any interest in such photos, but he tapped it open, took a look, and saved it anyway.

Did Auntie Huihuizi have to find him for everything out of habit?

Leaving things like the theft of silk stockings to the police, Fang Xian had far more important ghost stories to deal with right now.

[Photo].

[Photo].

"Hmm... The color's quite nice actually. What does Yao Hui mean by this? Treating me like one of the boys is really too thoughtful of her."

As Fang Xian looked, abruptly, his expression shifted.

In the photo of what was clearly Yao Hui's home, within a certain gloomy corner,

there was a pale human head.

[Paper Figure Head].