A cold, mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
Following closely behind.
Information flooded into Zhang Wei's mind, information about the Ghost-Brushing System.
Ghost-Brushing System.
As the name suggests, it's a system that acts on demons, monsters, and ghosts.
As long as ghosts develop emotions towards oneself, be it happiness, fear, confusion, or any other emotion, one can obtain corresponding "System Points" and, with a chance of triggering a "Critical Hit," receive additional rewards besides "System Points."
And "System Points" can be used to enhance all things.
Furthermore.
Things enhanced by System Points can gain special powers, possessing effects like suppressing demons and ghosts.
The specific special power gained is not unique; it depends on the item being enhanced.
Additionally, the host will not be killed by ghosts and can reclaim System Points that have been added to items...
As the basic information of the Ghost-Brushing System flooded in.
Zhang Wei's vision blurred.
A system panel, visible only to him, appeared.
[Host]: Zhang Wei
[System Points]: 1000
[Items]: None
At the same time.
A cold system voice transmitted.
[Congratulations to the host for activating the Ghost-Brushing System.]
[First activation of the Ghost-Brushing System, free gift of 1000 System Points]
Zhang Wei paused, a smile forming in his heart.
After twenty years of waiting, it's finally here, a late-blooming cheat.
He was just about to look at the system panel...
At this moment.
The sky suddenly changed, and everyone in the classroom was confused, discussing it.
"What's going on?"
Li Junfei pressed his face against the window to look outside. His seat was by the window, and the change in the sky made him instinctively reach out to open it, intending to peer outside.
"Ah!!!!"
A scream suddenly erupted.
Its tone carried extreme terror.
Li Junfei, who was about to open the window, was startled and turned back to look at the classroom.
Not just him.
Many people present were startled by the sudden scream and all turned to look in that direction.
They saw.
The newly transferred student, Zhou Pingyun, who had been pale earlier, was now even paler, his fear unmasked.
Looking at the sky outside.
He was so scared that he fell to the ground, curled up, his face filled with panic, clutching his hair and covering his head with his hands.
"Ah!!! It, it, it's here again, it's here again."
Zhou Pingyun seemed to have gone mad.
After looking at the sky outside, he became frenzied, muttering incessantly.
"It's here again, no, I don't want to die..."
"Please don't look for me... it wasn't me who wanted to play the Ouija game, it was Ma Yingying."
His deranged appearance.
Not to mention the female students, even the homeroom teacher was frightened.
"Hey, hey, hey, look!"
Suddenly.
Li Junfei's eyes flickered, and he shouted, signaling everyone to look outside.
Upon looking.
Everyone's eyes widened.
The dim sky outside, with dark clouds pressing down, felt like nightfall, but as the dark clouds rolled, a scarlet glow penetrated from the clouds.
Soon.
The clouds churned, and a deep crimson moon appeared.
The entire dim sky instantly turned a deep crimson, a deep, oppressive, and eerie red, like blood, as if a basin of blood had been splashed across the sky, dyeing the entire heavens blood-red.
Immediately after.
The homeroom teacher opened the door, intending to find the school doctor to examine Zhou Pingyun.
He discovered.
The classroom door couldn't be opened.
The windows were the same.
They weren't locked, but they simply wouldn't open, no matter how hard a few people tried.
Not only that.
They shouted towards the outside of the classroom door, asking if anyone was there. Li Junfei, in his desperation, picked up a chair and tried to smash the glass of the classroom door, wanting to break out. However... there was no response from outside, and the glass remained unmoved.
At this moment.
Even the more lighthearted students sensed that something was wrong.
Logically speaking, not to mention the drastic change in the sky, with their banging on the door and shouting, teachers and students from other classes would surely have heard them, as their school wasn't a school for the deaf and mute.
But the reality was...
Everyone looked at the classroom door.
At this time.
The classroom door was closed, but upon listening closely, the outside was deathly silent, with not a single sound. Not even the wind.
It's early spring, and the weather is still cold; cold winds occasionally blew through the door cracks, creating a whistling sound, but now it was exceptionally quiet, with no wind at all. Looking outside, it was the same; the trees lining the corridor downstairs were still, their leaves unmoving.
Just then.
Zhang Wei, who had been silent all along, unexpectedly spoke.
"You guys say, what if this is a haunting?"
His words.
Zhang Wei glanced sideways at the blood-red, deathly silent scenery outside the window.
His voice was not loud.
But it struck everyone's hearts like a hammer.
Zhang Wei turned around and looked at Zhou Pingyun.
The latter was still in a state of madness, muttering incoherently. Combined with the current situation, it made people's hair stand on end, and they dared not get too close to him. Only Lu Lianxue was by Zhou Pingyun's side.
"Do you guys still remember?"
"Before class today, Li Junfei said that the chemical leak at the science teachers' college, there were rumors that it wasn't a chemical leak but actually a haunting, that Zhou Pingyun and his classmates played a Ouija game and summoned something dirty."
As the words were spoken.
Everyone's pupils contracted, and they suddenly looked at Zhou Pingyun.
If they hadn't believed Li Junfei's words before.
But now, all the strange situations were too coincidental...
Zhou Pingyun played the Ouija game, and not long after, 116 students died at the science teachers' college. Now that he transferred to their school, they encountered all sorts of strange situations just after transferring.
The most crucial point.
What Zhou Pingyun was muttering now made it difficult for them not to believe.
Could it be...
There really are ghosts?
This thought emerged in everyone's minds, sending a chill down their spines.
"Hey! Zhou Pingyun, stop screaming, what exactly is it that's here, tell me clearly."
The class monitor, who had a notoriously short temper, grabbed Zhou Pingyun's shoulders and shook him vigorously, trying to shake him awake and ask about the situation.
Zhou Pingyun, subjected to the questions and shaking, couldn't help but look up at the student.
But the next second.
"Ah—!!!!"
Zhou Pingyun screamed in terror, looking at the class monitor with panic, desperately trying to break free from him. Even while sitting on the ground, he frantically shuffled his buttocks backward, pulling himself away from the class monitor.
The class monitor was startled.
He was about to curse, "Zhou Pingyun, what's your problem?"
But Zhang Wei grabbed his left hand.
"Zhang Wei, what are you doing..."
"Class monitor, did you get a tattoo?"
Zhang Wei interrupted him, lifted his left arm, and pointed to a "blood-red handprint" on it.
It could be called a blood-red imprint.
It was more like a hand covered in blood, firmly gripping the class monitor's arm, holding on tightly, incredibly eerie.
"Ah! What is this?"
The class monitor looked at his left arm in horror and quickly tried to wipe it.
However, the blood-red handprint was like a tattoo on him; no matter how much he wiped, it wouldn't come off.
"Ah!!"
A scream erupted as a female classmate, terrified, slumped to the ground, looking at her arm in fear. After seeing the blood-red handprint on the class monitor's arm, she instinctively looked at her own hand and was horrified to find that a blood-red handprint had appeared on her arm at some point.
Soon.
Screams followed one after another.
Everyone discovered that they had a blood-red handprint on their arms, even the homeroom teacher had one.
Zhang Wei also had one on his arm.
However, he wasn't as terrified as the others; instead, he examined the blood-red handprint on his arm with interest.
"Not bad, a blood-red handprint on the arm, it looks quite cool when shown off."
"..."
His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present heard it.
Li Junfei's mouth twitched, and he said with a mournful face.
"I say, Zhang Wei, at a time like this, you still have the mood to think the blood-red handprint looks cool. Shouldn't we hurry and find a way to wipe it off?"
Facing Zhang Wei's nonchalant words, the panic of the crowd eased considerably.
Despite this.
Everyone still couldn't completely let go of their fear of the blood-red handprint. They were all trying various methods, spitting on it, wiping it with their clothes, and so on, trying to remove the blood-red handprint, as anyone with eyes could see that the blood-red handprint was problematic and couldn't be left on their arms.
Just then.
"You don't need to wipe it anymore. That blood-red handprint is a ghost's curse; it can't be wiped off."
The voice was clear and cold.
It echoed in everyone's ears.
Everyone froze and looked at Lu Lianxue in unison.
...