Don’t Play Games at Evil Spirit High

Chapter 22: Fifty Steps Laugh at a Hundred Steps

Pa!

The girl’s broken corpse was thrown to the ground like a rag.

The Evil Spirit lifted its head, its pupil-less eyes staring at the crowd, and the smile on its face became even more grotesque.

Then, everyone at the scene collapsed.

The moment when Su Qi had died miserably before everyone’s eyes had far exceeded the limits of what a normal human psyche could endure.

Some collapses came with sound, while others were silent.

The entire old mansion fell into deathly silence.

Many people’s crotches were soaked through, the thick stench of blood mixed with the reek of urine spreading throughout the first-floor hall.

Blood and fragments of viscera were splattered everywhere.

In the pool of blood lay the girl’s pitiful corpse.

Her deformed and twisted figure resembled a rag that had been wrung dry of water.

That scene was like a vision of hell on earth.

Everyone present trembled in their pupils, their faces pale, yet they did not dare to make the slightest sound—they feared the next person attacked by the Evil Spirit would be themselves.

But at that moment, a not particularly strong figure came running quickly down from upstairs.

His steps were small, each landing very light, but on the old staircase they still made obvious “creak” sounds.

It was Lu Feng.

Lu Feng held a wooden stick in his hand.

His breathing was rapid, his arm trembled, and cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes.

Yet unlike the others, he did not completely collapse.

Instead, he charged straight toward the Evil Spirit.

However, Lu Feng’s actions at that moment were not out of impulse.

On the contrary, he was terrifyingly calm.

So calm, in fact, that he could still think clearly about which part of the Evil Spirit he should attack.

The game rules had said—every two days, the Evil Spirit would kill one surviving player.

That meant, after the Evil Spirit killed a player, until the arrival of the next “second day,” this period of time was an absolute safety period!

Lu Feng wanted to take this opportunity to test whether ordinary physical attacks could have any effect on the Evil Spirit.

Whoosh—

The wooden stick, carrying a sharp sound as it cut through the air, struck fiercely toward the Evil Spirit’s head!

However…

Bang!!

The wooden stick actually passed straight through the Evil Spirit’s body and smashed into the ground, numbing both of Lu Feng’s hands.

Then came two more sounds of sticks swinging through the air, striking toward the Evil Spirit’s torso and arm—

It was Lin You and Zhang Tong.

They followed closely after Lu Feng to attack the Evil Spirit.

But without exception, the sticks passed straight through the Evil Spirit’s body, their strikes hitting nothing but air.

“Cluck cluck cluck cluck cluck……”

The Evil Spirit let out a hoarse, piercing laugh.

It stared at Lu Feng with its pupil-less eyes, but since it had already killed one player, it clearly could not attack Lu Feng and the others again.

So, the Evil Spirit shrieked and laughed, its twisted, contorted arms pushing its body as it gradually retreated, until it finally vanished into the darkness.

Seeing the Evil Spirit finally retreat, the three of them collapsed to the ground as if drained of strength, their faces pale as they panted heavily.

Through the attack just now, Lu Feng’s speculation was confirmed—physical attacks had absolutely no effect on the Evil Spirit.

After panting for a while, Lu Feng finally remembered something.

He threw down the stick in his hand, his face dark as he walked toward Xiao Zhiquan.

Xiao Zhiquan stood blankly in place.

He looked as if he had lost his wits, his gaze empty, his body trembling uncontrollably, while the stench of urine rose from his crotch.

It wasn’t until Lu Feng walked up to him that he finally reacted, bursting into tears as though seeing a savior.

“Lu Feng, I—”

Bang!!

Before he could finish, Lu Feng’s fist landed hard on Xiao Zhiquan’s face.

He toppled headfirst to the ground, a clear fist mark appearing on his right cheek.

Lu Feng stood in the hall, sweeping his gaze over the twenty people who looked as if they had all lost their minds.

Honestly, right now, he only felt disgust toward this group.

The game rules had been written very clearly—the Evil Spirit would only attack the player closest to itself.

That meant, at the moment when the Evil Spirit grabbed Su Qi and was about to kill her, everyone else was already safe.

No matter what they did, the Evil Spirit would not change its target—

Because no one was closer to the Evil Spirit than Su Qi!

Yet, this group of people, who had sworn yesterday that they would fight the Evil Spirit to the death, in the moment Su Qi was seized, when their own safety was already assured, did nothing at all.

They just stood by and watched as Su Qi was brutally slaughtered before their eyes.

Since they didn’t even have the courage to act, why make bold declarations in the first place?

Utterly laughable!

Yes, Lu Feng was afraid of death.

But if his own safety was guaranteed, he was still willing to try to see if there was a chance to save others.

When the Evil Spirit grabbed Su Qi, Lu Feng had wanted to try to find a way to save her.

But being on the third floor at the time, he was powerless.

Before he could do anything, Su Qi had already been slain by the Evil Spirit.

As for Xiao Zhiquan and the others, they clearly could have tried to save Su Qi at the time.

But because of fear, they never acted from beginning to end.

Whether or not it would have changed the outcome, the meaning of acting versus not acting was completely different.

“Didn’t you really like Su Qi?”

Lu Feng stared coldly at Xiao Zhiquan.

“Then when she was begging you for help, what were you doing?”

Another heavy kick landed on him.

Xiao Zhiquan rolled twice on the ground, and by some cruel coincidence, a fragment of Su Qi’s viscera that had been spewed out splattered right onto his face.

The stench of human innards mixed with the heavy smell of blood overwhelmed Xiao Zhiquan, and he collapsed onto the ground, retching violently.

Looking at Xiao Zhiquan’s pitiful and pathetic appearance, Lu Feng panted and stopped his movements.

He suddenly realized that he actually had no real right to criticize or belittle them—

Strictly speaking, was his behavior essentially any different from theirs?

They had watched Su Qi die without helping, and hadn’t he also been using them as human shields?

Everything he had done so far had been under the premise of ensuring his own safety.

As fellow cowards, who among them was nobler than the other?

At most, it was nothing but fifty steps laughing at a hundred.

Thinking of this, Lu Feng fell silent.

He lowered his head, said no more, his eyes filled with a trace of despair and helplessness, and silently turned to leave.

If I hadn’t come to school, none of this would have happened…

Although Lu Feng knew deep down that, just as Liuli had said, the fault wasn’t his, and he was also a victim, the thought of guilt had appeared in his mind more than once.

Lin You and Zhang Tong looked at each other, confused as to why the usually calm Lu Feng’s emotions had shifted so drastically.

Lin You had just wanted to call out to Lu Feng when Zhang Tong hurriedly grabbed his shoulder and shook his head slightly.

The two glanced at the horrific scene in the hall, their faces pale.

Not daring to stay there any longer, they quickly covered their mouths and ran upstairs.

After Xiao Zhiquan, more and more sounds of vomiting erupted in the first-floor hall.

The pungent stench of vomit spread throughout the space, enough to make anyone gag.

Su Qi’s corpse lay on the ground, her eyeball-less sockets leaving only two pitch-black hollows.

Her mouth was wide open, as if still screaming in agony just as she had before death.