Chapter 78: Driving in a Ghost Story? The Corpse Was Unclothed?

In this situation, Pang Invincible was undoubtedly a thick pillar to cling to, so when else would be a better time to hold onto him? Especially since those who had spoken out just now had already offended Lin Yi, that group hurriedly carried Pang Invincible away, heads hung low. However, they dared not carry him straight out of the school. There would soon be tests for Pang Invincible to become a disciple of a sect branch; such an opportunity could not be missed. As long as they avoided Lin Yi… These people feared Lin Yi might continue to suppress them, or even beat them up, so they left in such a hurry that Pang Invincible was dropped two or three times! His bald head now sported several big bumps, and the pain made him cry. The surrounding crowd erupted in laughter again, and Pang Invincible fainted once more from sheer anger.

Lin Yi’s words had ignited the crowd present. Lin Yi was truly a cultivator! Countless people wanted to ask him questions about cultivation. After all, he was the closest cultivator they could reach. Everyone wanted to know everything from Lin Yi’s mouth. Though Lin Yi preferred to keep a low profile and understood the art of caution, his brilliance had already shone at the Paranormal Investigation Bureau, and the Hell Organization had received word of him; Lin Yi could no longer hide. Moreover, Lin Yi believed his displayed abilities weren’t all that powerful. Now, since sect branches were recruiting at the school, he guessed that soon, many would display all sorts of abilities. Thus, he had nothing to hide. Sooner or later, he would have to earn the titles of martial artist and psychic, and the truth would come out.

Thinking this, Lin Yi wasn’t afraid for everyone to know he was a cultivator. He explained that he owed his abilities to the guidance of a master, and that his master had given him rare treasures from heaven and earth. Like Pang Invincible, Lin Yi had awakened as a powerful being thanks to talent and these treasures. Lin Tianwen, Mars, and the other brothers from Lin Yi’s dormitory watched him with shining, admiring eyes. For them, Lin Yi’s rise as a strongman meant benefits for themselves. They were all Lin Yi’s brothers, always on good terms. Lin Yi’s character was well known, which explained his popularity. Everyone believed that now Lin Yi was feasting, and surely they would get some soup at least. Meanwhile, with their lecherous spirits undiminished, they hollered and boasted.

Zhao Wuji declared, “Ladies—seniors and juniors—if you have any questions, you can consult me.” “Men, step aside. You can ask the others. Let me introduce: our dorm leader Lin Tianwen, second Mars, third Bai Qi, fourth Zhu You, fifth Wang Fang, sixth Liu Ming… and the handsome eighth, me, Zhao Wuji!”

“By the way, Lin Yi is my seventh brother; we’re closest. Want to know his height, weight, star sign, blood type? Ask me!” “Hold on, Lin Tiannan, you rascal, you rough fellow, stay away from me. I only accept greetings from beautiful seniors and juniors. You others, consult the other six brothers. Come, ladies, let’s begin…”

There was no denying Zhao Wuji’s shamelessness. Instantly, Lin Tianwen and the others glared at him with murderous eyes and hurried to clarify. “Don’t listen to his nonsense. I don’t accept rough guys either. Male seniors and juniors, go elsewhere. I only accept greetings from beautiful ladies. Come, ask me; I know even more. I even know how many moles Lin Yi has on his backside—since we often bathe together.”

Lin Yi could only feel helpless at his seven dorm brothers’ lecherous antics. These men were nothing like himself. Look at him—An Miaoyi, Mu Yuqing, Song Yuyan, and countless beauties wanted to throw themselves at him, yet he refused. His self-awareness was unmatched. No wonder he was the strong one, while these guys were mere ordinary folk.

Still, the conversation had the desired effect. For instance, classmates like Lin Tiannan glared furiously at Lin Tianwen and the others, itching to beat them up, their anger boiling. Meanwhile, female classmates from the class and nearby brightened, fluttered like birds, and clustered around Lin Tianwen and Zhao Wuji. Lin Yi, in contrast, was somewhat neglected, though almost all eyes remained fixed on him.

This farce caused quite a stir, for the sports ground was packed with thousands, and nearly everyone witnessed the commotion. Pang Invincible’s towering stature, nearly two meters tall, made him stand out, and when he seemed to transform into copper skin and iron bones, he naturally drew all attention. Some people’s eyes even sparkled.

The drama unfolding here attracted many spectators, and circles of people gathered to discuss it. Some gazed at Lin Yi with intense envy. According to Lin Yi’s account, he owed his strength to a master’s support. If only they had such a master, would they not also become powerful? Then, the envied protagonist would be them.

“I heard that the red mist, though strange and allowing demons and monsters to run rampant, caused some people to awaken innate abilities—Pang Invincible must be one of them!”

“Exactly, some people became truly strong thanks to the mysterious red mist. My cousin told me that after the mist cleared, a classmate of his was engulfed in flames so intense they burned down his house. Luckily, no casualties, but the government soon sent people to take the classmate away.”

“In my hometown village, a real evil ghost appeared… I thought, if ghosts are showing up, surely cultivators are too. And indeed, here they are, these supernaturally gifted people!”

Everyone discussed the effects of the red mist, with many awakening strange abilities, as if possessing powers from legend.

Of course, everyone agreed on one thing: the proliferation of demons, monsters, and paranormal events nearby had become truly terrifying, chilling to the bone. Yet, a male student started sharing a ghost story.

Someone shook his head, “While I admit weird things are happening, I still don’t believe monsters or demons are real!”

No sooner had he spoken than another male student protested. “No, I’m telling the truth. My hometown is called Lower River Village. I experienced this myself. Yesterday, I took leave to go home. I didn’t want to say this, but I went because someone died there—her name was Zhang Shuang, a big sister I knew in the village.”

“My family was poor, and Zhang Shuang, who was said to be from the city, somehow married the village’s Er Donkey. Many said she was bought, and though Zhang Shuang tried to escape, Er Donkey’s family was powerful, so she couldn’t get away—she was caught and brought back several times.”

“Zhang Shuang was very good to me. When I was little and poor, she liked me and often gave me snacks and sweets. That’s why I went back for her funeral.”

“At noon, they were about to carry her out… It was scary. Originally, Zhang Shuang… never mind, I won’t say more. We’re talking about cultivators.”

The student’s name was Li Chunfeng. People remembered him because of his name—during the Tang dynasty, there was a famous Li Chunfeng, whose legendary “Back-Pushing Diagram” was closely connected to him. As soon as he spoke, everyone recognized him, for the name was unforgettable.

Tall and thin, Li Chunfeng had dark skin. He stopped speaking, but the crowd’s curiosity was piqued, and they wouldn’t let him be. They surrounded him, urging him to continue.

“You stopped halfway—what’s the meaning of that? We’re all interested, so go on!”

“Come on, Li Chunfeng, keep going. I’ll introduce our class beauty to you if you do. Hurry up, or else I’ll expose your letter-writing incident!”

Besides these threats, some pretty classmates gazed at Li Chunfeng with pleading eyes, and at last, he sighed and said, “All right, I’ll keep going. You don’t know, when my mother and I went to Er Donkey’s house… then, then…”

“Gulp…”

Li Chunfeng swallowed hard. “In the hall, Zhang Shuang’s body was laid out… and she wasn’t clothed… I, I, I…”

No sooner had he said this than he was attacked.

“Damn it, Li Chunfeng, are you telling dirty jokes?”

“This isn’t a ghost story, it’s a dirty little tale!”

“Li Chunfeng, you’ve gone too far! You just want to turn this into something risqué!”

The male classmates shouted angrily, while some female classmates blushed bright red.