As the bus pulled out of the academy, the classmates who had held back until the very end finally used their own tricks, allowing the more disreputable students, including Ma Tao and Cai Meimei, to escape safely.
Not a single person in Class Thirteen was useless. Ten years ago, the bus had overturned, and the students had found all sorts of ways to stay "alive" until now. By contrast, the teachers and staff had had their ashes buried for years.
"These video emails have spread far and wide, but they'll probably be dismissed as rumors and pranks soon. Only after people actually encounter anomaly events will they know who's telling the truth." Ma Tao put on his wireless earbuds and turned up the music. Rain pierced the night and battered the windows as he swayed to the beat.
"The horror game is about to begin. But what's even more horrifying is that even when strange tales descend, you still have to go to work every day as usual, without exposing anything abnormal about yourself."
When Gao Ming found Zhang Ding, the supermarket owner was leading all his neighbors in a fight against the flood disaster. Having experienced the disaster themselves, they followed it all the way, steering it clear of the nearby villages.
It took a long time, but with Yan Xizhi's help, they finally sealed the flood disaster back inside the Black-and-White Posthumous Photo.
A third of the water ghosts from that flood were now completely under Zhang Ding's control, becoming part of his strength. Another third were willing to listen to him. Only the final third, the water ghosts with the deepest resentment, were still fighting him.
"Gao Ming, you've really helped me out this time! I won't have to worry about the flood washing my supermarket into