Infinite Stream: Fox Cub's Black Cat Gachapon Game

Take a deep breath and put your strength back into the handle.

"Click".

The drawer remained motionless, but the handle had fallen off.

Wenren Yihan licked his lips and glanced at the door lock with a guilty conscience.

Then the door moved.

There were no footsteps, but a figure headed straight towards Shu Wu's desk.

Wenren Yihuan's hand touched the handle of "Wen Dao"'s knife. After weighing the inconvenience that the beast form would bring, the blade still fell on the side of the visitor's neck.

"Fuck you, hero, spare my life!"

Wenren Yihan was still wondering why the voice sounded so familiar when he saw Hu Du turning his head with a sad face.

The knife had been dangling over his head for more than half an hour the day before, and he recognized it the moment it was placed on his neck.

This feels so damn familiar.

"What a coincidence..." Hu Du felt like crying but had no tears.

"Why are you here?" Wenren Yihan felt relieved when he saw that he was still conscious.

"I just came here to look for something, but I don't know who was so wicked as to pull the handle off the drawer. Look at this..."

Hu Du looked "unreasonable" and slapped the disabled drawer twice.

The cabinet collapsed.

"Fuck, is it a scam?!"

The three-layer solid wood drawer cabinet was destroyed by the ghost's hand overnight, and Hu Du was so scared that he quickly withdrew his hand and took two steps back.

"Aren't you here to look for something?" Wenren Yihan raised the knife with his backhand and poked the ghost's spine with the handle.

"Yes, yes, yes, classmate, can you also help me look for it..." Suddenly remembering the important matter, Hu Du rushed into the accident scene and started searching.

"What are you looking for?" Wenren Yihan was not in a hurry. He leaned against the wall with his arms folded, watching Hu Du, who was already covered in dust and dirt, making himself even dustier.

"A note...it says..."

"You are a waste."

The young man's cold voice came from behind, and Hu Du stopped his "dog paddling" movement.

Wenren Yihan held a crumpled piece of paper in his hand.

Hu Du swallowed his saliva and asked Wenren Yihan cautiously: "Can you give it to me?"

With curved eyebrows and a sly smile on the corner of his mouth, Wen Ren Yihuan waved his hands and turned in a circle on the spot like he was teasing a dog to scare away ghosts.

"Okay, let's talk."

A classroom completely shrouded in darkness.

Looking out the window, there was nothingness. No moon, no stars, no willow trees with drooping branches that usually stood beside the classroom, and no sound of the wind.

The bird of paradise huddled in a corner, shivering.

She remembered clearly that she had returned to the dormitory and talked to her roommate about the accident that afternoon, and they even said good night to each other.

Why did I find myself in this classroom I had never seen before when I opened my eyes? Didn't I say that as long as my grades were okay, there would be no danger?

After hesitating for a while, the bird of paradise still plucked up the courage to patrol the classroom, hoping to get some clues to leave.

Darkness not only weakens people's perception of things within their field of vision, but also infinitely amplifies their fear of the unknown.

After gritting his teeth and taking out the luminous beads he had bought with his capsule coins at the end of the last class, Bird of Paradise found an unfinished English test paper on a seat in the second row.

The handwriting was neat and orderly. Bird of Paradise was trying to find the location of the name when he suddenly froze.

"Hurry up, why aren't you doing it? Aren't you done yet?"

Bird of Paradise was extremely sure that she had not heard any sound of movement in the classroom just now, but now someone appeared out of nowhere behind her and spoke.

Not daring to respond, she picked up the bench, turned around, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the person coming.

"Fuck you, brother... slow down, your head is about to fall off..."

A man and a ghost were running wildly in the corridor, followed by five or six ghosts wearing the uniform of Guanghe No. 1 Middle School.

"You're already dead, so if you drop it, just go pick it up."

“That makes sense…”

Hu Du looked at the living person who was running with him, without blushing or panting, and who even seemed to be able to pull him up to the third floor in one breath. Then he looked at his own legs which were already a little weak, and began to doubt his short life.

"They are chasing you." It was not a question, but an affirmative tone.

Wenren Yihan suddenly turned around and grabbed Hu Du's collar, pulling the ghost to the side, avoiding the sharp claws of the evil ghost that had been ambushing nearby.

Although they were together all the way, every time they distanced themselves from each other, the ghost behind would always turn his head slightly towards Hu Du.

It may not be obvious to ordinary people, but for Wenren Yihan, who has the blood of a monster, it only takes a glance to grasp such details.

"You've seen it wrong..." Hu Du still wanted to struggle.

"Then let's go separately." Wen Ren Yihan turned around and grabbed the window in the corridor and was about to jump down from the third floor.

Hu Du hurriedly hugged Wenren Yihuan's thighs.

"Yes, yes, you are right. They are chasing me, hero, please save me..."

Hu finished speaking in one breath without any pause, and did not care about the "Wen Dao" in Wen Ren Yihuan's hand that was shining with cold light. Anyway, he was determined to hold on to this thigh.

Apart from anything else, he believed that with Wenren Yihuan's physical strength, even if he could not defeat these zombie-like ghosts, he would be able to carry him up and run away at the critical moment.

It’s very reassuring to think about it.

"release."

If Wenren Yihuan hadn't been afraid of scaring this underage ghost, he would have slapped him three meters away with his tail.

Seeing that he stopped climbing through the window and did not mention going their separate ways, Hu Du tentatively let go of his hand.

"Is there a place with more decorations?" Wenren Yihan stopped at the stairs.

"Yes, yes, there is a library upstairs..."

To the May Hare's surprise, he did not fall into a forced sleep tonight, and the little fox in the next bed sneaked out before twelve o'clock.

After estimating the time, May Rabbit rubbed her eyes while looking at the ruins of the dismantled cabinet in the psychological counseling room.

Why is that seemingly obedient fox so capable of demolition?

Wenren Yihan: I didn’t do that. Don’t talk nonsense. It wasn’t me.

[No Mad Hatter uses the Chinese teacher's chalk head: Hey, hey, hey, I'm talking to you, are you so sleepy in Chinese class? Get up!!!

Hit target: bookshelf]

"boom".

Rows of bookshelves fell down in response to the explosion, and the long-abandoned library finally had a new day.

The bookshelves on the ground were broken or cracked, dust and pages were flying together, and wooden boards and ghosts were lying together.

Hu Du wanted to speak but stopped, and wanted to speak again.

"Cranium in the labial muscles?"

Wenren Yihan casually picked up a student ghost that was crushed by the bookshelf and was about to turn into a ghost cake, and pried open his eyelids to check the state of his pupils.

It was scarlet, similar to what Hu Du saw when he went crazy in the dormitory at night, but the red spot was not that big.

"Brother, why are you still carrying a bomb with you...Are you a terrorist..."

Completely without any awareness of being a ghost, Hu Du huddled behind a rickety bookshelf, with only half of his head showing. He looked at Wen Ren Yihan with three parts of fear, three parts of admiration, and three parts of disbelief.

"Well, according to the procedure, we should kill the ghost and silence him now."

The young man raised the corner of his mouth, and his white fingertips slowly wiped across the thin blade of the Miao Dao in his hand. The pattern on the blade changed from vague to dazzlingly bright, and the golden light was so cold that it could scare ghosts.

Her appearance and figure are clearly comparable to that of a rose in its prime, but she has a kind of cold and natural temperament, which sometimes makes people feel extremely contradictory but unable to take their eyes off her.