Zhang Shan held a torch as he patrolled the entrance of the school building. From a distance, he noticed movement in the pile of corpses. Before long, a figure emerged and began walking toward him.
“Hey!” Zhang Shan called out instinctively. “Where are you from? Are you an old member?”
The figure stopped at the sound of his voice, still some distance away. Only then did Zhang Shan begin to feel that something was off.
This person… looked dead.
Zhang Shan took a few steps forward and studied the figure more carefully.
Indeed, the person before him seemed long deceased—her face was deathly pale, her eyes remained shut, and blood continuously seeped from a wound in her abdomen.
“Dang it!” Zhang Shan scratched his head before gripping the torch tighter and advancing cautiously.
Though the situation was eerie, Zhang Shan was bold and fearless. Within moments, he stood right before the woman.
The woman seemed to sense his presence. Her eyes twitched unnaturally—first the left eye opened, then the right. Two fully dilated pupils stared blankly at Zhang Shan before she tilted her head upward, gazing vacantly at the sky.
“What the hell…” Zhang Shan furrowed his brow and raised the torch to get a better look. “Hey, what are you? Can you talk?”
The woman’s neck creaked audibly as she lowered her head. Her body twisted unnaturally as she took a few slow steps backward, gradually fading into the darkness.
Just as Zhang Shan was about to lose sight of her, the woman suddenly accelerated, darting past him and sprinting toward the school building.
“Shit!”
Zhang Shan panicked. He had no idea what this thing was, but no one could let a dead body run wild in “Paradise.” Without hesitation, he gave chase.
The figure moved far faster than he expected. Despite running at full speed, he could only watch as the silhouette grew increasingly distant.
Whether due to the darkness or his own confusion, Zhang Shan could have sworn he saw the woman’s feet leave the ground—as if something were dragging her through the air at terrifying speed.
“Alert!” Zhang Shan bellowed. “Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”
His booming voice sent the people inside “Paradise” into chaos. Zhang Shan chased the bizarre figure into the school building, but it moved too quickly and soon vanished from sight.
“This is bad…” Zhang Shan muttered under his breath.
People began stepping out of their rooms, looking at him with confusion. “What’s going on?”
“Damn it…” Zhang Shan replied nervously. “A corpse just flew in… I don’t know what kind of ability this is, but everyone, stay sharp.”
“A… corpse?”
Zhang Shan thought for a moment, then lowered the torch to examine the bloodstains on the ground.
No matter how fast the woman had moved, she was still injured.
“I’ll find her. Just protect yourselves.”
—
Meanwhile, Qi Xia sat inside a room, deep in thought. The commotion outside and the sudden cry of “Enemy attack!” shattered his concentration.
His mind flashed back to the time “Paradise” had been ravaged by the “Cats.” He turned toward the entrance, but even in the dim light, he could see that it was empty—no one was there.
Before he could make sense of it, a series of chaotic thuds echoed from the hallway.
He stepped to the door and opened it, peering out. What he saw was beyond bizarre.
A woman, seemingly dragged by an unseen force, crashed violently through the corridor—slamming into walls, the ceiling, and leaving a trail of blood in her wake.
Qi Xia frowned and took a step back inside.
Seconds later, the woman’s figure appeared at his doorway. She seemed intent on entering but had no control over her movements.
Her limbs were clearly broken from the violent journey, and the massive wound in her abdomen suggested her spine might be shattered as well.
She “forced” her way in—her left shoulder struck the doorframe, then her right shoulder hit the door, until finally, she tumbled inside with brutal momentum.
Once inside, she did nothing but jerk her mangled limbs erratically.
Qi Xia watched expressionlessly, a question forming in his mind.
If someone could remotely control a corpse like this, they had to be an extremely powerful “Resonator.” But why was the control so… crude?
It was as if a skilled worker was carelessly rushing through their task.
“Are you in a hurry…?” Qi Xia murmured. “Or are you in danger?”
Though the corpse’s eyes were open, her pupils rolled upward, leaving only the whites staring at him.
After several failed attempts, the corpse finally managed to lift its left arm. Its feet left the ground as it floated toward Qi Xia.
Standing half a meter apart, Qi Xia could smell nothing but blood.
Slowly, the corpse raised its left hand and touched Qi Xia’s clothes, leaving behind a bloody fingerprint.
Understanding the intent, Qi Xia took a step back, pulled over a desk, and guided the corpse’s hand to the surface.
The moment its fingers touched the desk, the corpse shuddered, its bones creaking once more.
With painstaking slowness, it began to write.
Zhang Shan was patrolling at the entrance of the teaching building with a torch when he noticed movement in the distant pile of corpses. Before long, he saw a figure approaching.
“Hey!” Zhang Shan called out symbolically. “Where are you from? Are you an old member?”
The figure stopped not far away upon hearing Zhang Shan’s voice. It was then that Zhang Shan began to sense something eerie.
This seemed to be a dead person.
Zhang Shan took a few steps forward and looked more closely.
Sure enough, the person before him appeared long dead. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes weren’t even open, and a wound on her abdomen was bleeding continuously.
“What the hell…” Zhang Shan scratched his head and then raised the torch as he moved closer.
Though the situation was strange, Zhang Shan was bold and skilled. In just a few steps, he was standing before the woman.
As if sensing something, the woman’s eyes twitched unnaturally. First, her left eye opened, followed by her right. Two completely lifeless pupils were now visible to Zhang Shan. Then, she looked up blankly at the sky.
“This is seriously creepy…” Zhang Shan frowned, holding the torch up to get a better look at the woman. “Hey, what are you? Can you speak?”
The woman’s neck creaked several times before she lowered her head and began to twist her body. She slowly retreated a few steps, gradually fading into the darkness.
Just as Zhang Shan was about to lose sight of her, he saw the woman suddenly pick up speed, bypassing him and darting toward the teaching building.
“Shit!”
Zhang Shan panicked instantly. Though he had no idea what this thing was, he couldn’t just let a dead person roam freely around “Paradise Port.” Without hesitation, he gave chase.
The figure moved far faster than Zhang Shan had anticipated. Even running at full speed, he could only watch as the figure grew increasingly distant.
Whether it was due to the darkness or a trick of the eye, Zhang Shan thought he saw the woman’s feet leave the ground, as if she were being pulled by something, speeding away.
“Alert!” Zhang Shan shouted. “Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”
His loud voice caused commotion among the people inside “Paradise Port.” Zhang Shan chased the strange figure into the teaching building, but it moved so quickly that it soon vanished from sight.
“This is trouble…” Zhang Shan muttered to himself.
Many people began emerging from their rooms, looking at Zhang Shan with confusion. “What happened?”
“Damn…” Zhang Shan said, slightly nervous. “A corpse flew in… I don’t know what kind of ability this is. Everyone, be careful.”
“A c-corpse?”
Zhang Shan thought for a moment, then lowered his torch to examine the bloodstains on the ground.
No matter how fast the woman had flown, she was still injured.
“I’ll go find her. You all just protect yourselves.”
…
Qi Xia was sitting quietly in his room, deep in thought, when he heard some commotion outside followed by a loud cry of “Enemy attack!”
His train of thought was instantly broken, reminding him of the time “Paradise Port” had been massacred by the “Cats.” He turned to look toward the entrance. Though the lighting was dim, he could see that it was empty, with not a soul in sight.
Before Qi Xia could figure things out, he heard chaotic crashing sounds outside.
He walked to the door, opened it, and peered into the hallway, where he witnessed an extremely bizarre scene.
A woman, as if being pulled by something, was crashing around the hallway—hitting the walls one moment and the ceiling the next, her blood splattering everywhere.
Qi Xia frowned and took a step back into his room.
A few seconds later, the woman’s figure appeared at his doorway. She seemed to want to enter but had no control over her body.
Along the way, her limbs appeared to have been broken, and a large wound on her abdomen suggested her spine might be severed as well.
She “forced” her way into the room several times, her left shoulder hitting the doorframe and her right shoulder slamming against the door, until she finally entered the room in a brutally clumsy manner.
Once inside, she made no further movements aside from continuously twitching her broken limbs.
Qi Xia watched expressionlessly, feeling puzzled.
The fact that someone could remotely control a corpse to this extent indicated that the person was a highly skilled “Echoer.” But why was the control method so crude?
It looked like a skilled worker carelessly rushing through their job.
“Are you in a hurry…?” Qi Xia asked softly. “Or are you in danger?”
Though the corpse’s eyes were open, her pupils had rolled upward, revealing mostly whites staring directly at him.
After fidgeting for a while, the corpse seemed to realize that her left hand could still be raised normally. Her feet left the ground as she slowly floated toward Qi Xia.
Qi Xia stood half a meter away from her, sensing nothing but the smell of blood.
The corpse slowly raised her left hand and touched Qi Xia’s clothes, leaving a bloody fingerprint.
Understanding her intention, Qi Xia took a step back, brought over a desk, and guided the corpse’s hand to touch its surface.
Upon touching the desk, the corpse shuddered, and her bones creaked once again.
She slowly moved her fingers and began to write on the desk.
“Heaven.”
Qi Xia took a deep breath and waited quietly. After all, someone was remotely controlling a corpse, using an injured left hand. The writing was both abstract and slow.
“Liar!” Qiao Jiajin burst into the room holding a can of beer. He seemed to have had quite a few drinks, his face slightly flushed. “Did you hear? Enemy attack!”
As soon as he spoke, he noticed Qi Xia calmly watching a corpse write.
The corpse was covered in injuries, with a bloody hole visible on its back.
Qiao Jiajin blinked, scratched his head, then wordlessly closed the door and left.
Qi Xia looked puzzledly at the door. A few seconds later, he heard Qiao Jiajin’s voice again.
“Liar! Enemy attack! Did you hear?!”
Qiao Jiajin barged in once more, swinging the door open. This time, he took a closer look and confirmed that there was indeed a corpse writing in the room. It didn’t seem to be a trick of the door opening.
He fell silent for a long moment, then raised his beer can and muttered softly, “What kind of beer is this…? It’s so strong.”
“Fist, what’s wrong?” Qi Xia asked.
“Wha…?” Qiao Jiajin was stunned. “Nothing, I must be seeing things. I thought I saw a corpse writing in front of you.”
“There really is a corpse writing in front of me,” Qi Xia said.
“Uh…” Qiao Jiajin blinked again. It would have been easier to accept if it were just a hallucination.
“Yesterday, ‘Ants’ read your palm, and today a corpse is teaching you to write…” Qiao Jiajin forced a bitter smile. “Liar, do you have some side hustle every night?”
“I don’t get it either,” Qi Xia said, staring at the corpse. “Although it’s writing, after all this time, it’s only written the character for ‘heaven.'”
Qiao Jiajin walked over to take a look and saw that after finishing the character “heaven,” the corpse had indeed begun scribbling randomly, leaving behind nothing but chaotic bloody handprints.
Qi Xia exhaled quietly, waiting. Given that someone was remotely controlling an injured corpse using its left hand, the writing was both vague and agonizingly slow.
“Liar!” Qiao Jiajin burst into the room, clutching a beer can. His face was slightly flushed—clearly, he’d had a few. “Didn’t you hear? Enemy attack!”
As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed Qi Xia silently watching a corpse write.
The corpse was covered in wounds, with a gaping hole in its back.
Qiao Jiajin blinked, scratched his head, then wordlessly turned and walked out, shutting the door behind him.
Qi Xia stared at the door in confusion. Seconds later, Qiao Jiajin’s voice rang out again.
“Liar! Enemy attack! Didn’t you hear?!”
He barged back in, only to confirm that, yes, there was indeed a corpse writing at the desk—and no, it wasn’t a trick of perception.
He stood in silence for a long moment before lifting his beer can and muttering, “What kind of booze is this…? Hits way too hard.”
“Fists, what’s wrong?” Qi Xia asked.
“Wha—?” Qiao Jiajin blinked. “Nah, nothing. Must’ve been seeing things. Thought there was a corpse writing in front of you.”
“There is a corpse writing in front of me,” Qi Xia said.
“Uh…” Qiao Jiajin blinked again. At this point, he’d rather it had been a hallucination.
“Yesterday, ‘Ants’ read your palm. Today, a corpse is giving you writing lessons…” Qiao Jiajin forced a weak smile. “Liar, what kind of side gigs do you have at night?”
Zhang Shan was patrolling at the entrance of the teaching building with a torch when he noticed movement in the distant pile of corpses. Soon after, he saw a figure approaching.
“Hey!” Zhang Shan called out symbolically. “Where are you from? Are you an old member?”
The figure stopped not far away upon hearing his voice. It was then that Zhang Shan began to sense something eerie.
This seemed to be a dead person.
Zhang Shan took a few steps forward and looked more closely.
Sure enough, the person before him appeared to have been dead for a long time. Her face was deathly pale, her eyes weren’t even open, and a wound on her abdomen was bleeding continuously.
“What the hell…” Zhang Shan scratched his head, then raised his torch and moved closer.
Despite the strangeness of the situation, Zhang Shan was bold and skilled. In just a few steps, he was standing right in front of the woman.
As if sensing something, the woman’s eyes twitched unnaturally. First, her left eye opened, followed by her right. Two completely lifeless pupils were now visible to Zhang Shan. Then, she looked up blankly at the sky.
“Really seeing ghosts now…” Zhang Shan frowned, raising the torch to get a better look at the woman. “Hey, what are you? Can you speak?”
The woman’s neck creaked several times before she lowered her head and began to twist her body. She slowly retreated a few steps, gradually fading into the darkness.
Just as Zhang Shan was about to lose sight of her, the woman suddenly quickened her pace, bypassing him and darting toward the teaching building.
“Damn it!”
Zhang Shan panicked. Although he had no idea what this thing was, he couldn’t just let a dead person run amok in “Paradise.” Without hesitation, he gave chase.
The figure moved far faster than Zhang Shan had anticipated. Even at his top speed, he could only watch as the figure grew more and more distant.
Whether it was due to the darkness or a trick of his eyes, Zhang Shan thought he saw the woman’s feet leave the ground, as if she were being pulled by something, speeding away.
“Trouble!” Zhang Shan shouted. “Enemy attack! Enemy attack!”
His loud voice caused commotion among the people inside “Paradise.” Zhang Shan chased the strange figure into the teaching building, but it moved so quickly that it soon vanished from sight.
“This is bad…” Zhang Shan muttered to himself.
Many people began stepping out of their rooms, looking at Zhang Shan with confusion. “What happened?”
“Damn…” Zhang Shan said nervously. “A corpse flew in… I don’t know what kind of ability this is. Everyone, be careful.”
“A c-corpse?”
Zhang Shan thought for a moment, then lowered his torch to examine the bloodstains on the ground.
No matter how fast the woman had flown, she was still injured.
“I’ll go find her. You all just protect yourselves.”
…
Qi Xia was sitting quietly in his room, deep in thought, when he heard some commotion at the entrance, followed by a loud shout of “Enemy attack!”
His train of thought was instantly broken, and he recalled the time “Paradise” had been massacred by the “Cats.” He turned to look toward the entrance. Though the lighting was dim, he could vaguely see that it was empty, with not a single person in sight.
Before Qi Xia could figure things out, he heard chaotic crashing sounds outside.
He walked to the door, opened it, and peered into the hallway, where he witnessed an extremely bizarre scene.
A woman, as if being pulled by something, was crashing around the hallway—hitting the walls one moment and the ceiling the next, her blood splattering everywhere.
Qi Xia frowned and took a step back into the room.
A few seconds later, the woman appeared at his doorway. She seemed to want to enter, but her body was out of control.
It looked like her limbs had been broken from all the collisions, and a large wound on her abdomen suggested her spine might be broken as well.
She “forced” her way into the room several times, her left shoulder hitting the doorframe and her right shoulder slamming against the door, until she finally entered in a brutally forceful manner.
Once inside, she didn’t make any extra movements—only continuously twitching her broken limbs.
Qi Xia watched expressionlessly, feeling puzzled.
The fact that someone could remotely control a corpse to stand here indicated that the person was an extremely powerful “Echoer.” But why was their control so crude?
It looked like a skilled worker carelessly rushing through their job.
“Are you in a hurry…?” Qi Xia asked softly. “Or are you in danger?”
Although the corpse’s eyes were open, her pupils had rolled upward, revealing mostly the whites of her eyes staring back at him.
After moving her limbs for a while, the corpse finally realized her left arm could still be raised normally. Her feet left the ground as she slowly floated toward Qi Xia.
Standing half a meter apart, Qi Xia could smell nothing but the metallic scent of blood.
The corpse slowly raised her left hand and touched Qi Xia’s clothes, leaving a bloody fingerprint.
Understanding her intention, Qi Xia took a step back, brought over a desk, and guided the corpse’s hand to touch its surface.
As soon as her hand made contact with the desk, the corpse shuddered, and her bones creaked once more.
She slowly moved her fingers and began to write on the desk.
“Heaven.”
Qi Xia took a deep breath and waited quietly. After all, someone was remotely controlling a corpse, using an injured left hand to write—slowly and abstractly.
“Liar!” Qiao Jiajin burst into the room holding a can of beer. He looked like he’d had quite a few drinks, his face slightly flushed. “Did you hear? Enemy attack!”
As soon as he spoke, he noticed Qi Xia calmly watching a corpse write.
The corpse was covered in injuries, and a bloody hole was visible on her back.
Qiao Jiajin blinked, scratched his head, then wordlessly closed the door and left.
Qi Xia looked puzzledly at the door. A few seconds later, he heard Qiao Jiajin’s voice again.
“Liar! Enemy attack! Did you hear?!”
Qiao Jiajin barged in once more, swinging the door open. This time, he took a closer look and realized there really was a corpse writing in the room. It didn’t seem to be a trick of the light or his imagination.
He fell silent for a long moment, raised his beer can, and muttered softly, “What kind of beer is this…? It’s so strong.”
“Fist, what’s wrong?” Qi Xia asked.
“Wha…?” Qiao Jiajin was stunned. “Nothing, I might be seeing things. I thought I saw a corpse writing in front of you.”
“There really is a corpse writing in front of me,” Qi Xia said.
“Uh…” Qiao Jiajin blinked again. It would’ve been easier to accept if it were just a hallucination.
“Yesterday, ‘Ants’ read your palm, and today a corpse is teaching you calligraphy…” Qiao Jiajin forced a bitter smile. “Liar, do you have some kind of side hustle every night?”
“I don’t get it either,” Qi Xia said, staring at the corpse. “She’s been writing for so long, but all she’s written is ‘Heaven.'”
Qiao Jiajin walked over to take a look and saw that after writing “Heaven,” the corpse had begun scribbling randomly, leaving behind nothing but chaotic, bloody handprints.
Qiao Jiajin stepped closer and saw that after finishing the character, the corpse had begun smearing the desk with incoherent bloody streaks.
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