Dachang City No. 7 High School, around eight o’clock at night, inside the classroom of Senior Year Class (7),
“Ghosts cannot be killed.”
“Only ghosts can deal with ghosts.”
“Discern the patterns of ghosts.”
When these three sentences were written clearly on the blackboard by a strange man standing at the podium—wearing a gray trench coat, gaunt in figure yet eerily sporting a bulging belly—
The students in the classroom were dumbfounded, and Wang Liang, the homeroom teacher standing at the back of the classroom, panicked.
Wang Liang was panicking because he was not truly the homeroom teacher Wang Liang. He was a transmigrator who had only crossed over into this body one minute ago.
In truth, he himself had not yet figured out what was going on. Earlier, Wang Liang had simply been eating hotpot with his friends and singing songs.
After drinking himself tipsy, he picked up a bottle of liquor and downed it in one go.
Once he finished it, it seemed he was finished too.
His head spun, his eyes closed, and when he opened them again, he had transmigrated here.
Having just arrived, standing in this classroom, the sudden shift in scene from hotpot restaurant to classroom still left Wang Liang somewhat dazed.
But after he finished receiving the memories of this body—which looked exactly the same as him, yet had lived a completely different life—
Wang Liang instantly sobered up.
Dachang City, Da’an City, Dajing City...
What the hell kind of city-naming convention was this world using!
Wait, so familiar.
When Wang Liang learned through the memories that the strange man on the podium was named Zhou Zheng, an Interpol officer whom this body had personally brought in from the school gate not long ago to give the class a safety lecture, his heart trembled.
Especially after Zhou Zheng wrote down those three rules regarding ghosts, he completely understood which world he had transmigrated into.
Mysterious Revival!
In this defiled and evil world, hell was emptied, malicious ghosts revived, and the mortal realm became like a prison.
This was a world with ghosts.
‘I transmigrated into that idiot Teacher Wang from the novel who dies right at the start? Are you kidding me! Impossible, this is absolutely impossible!’
Wang Liang cursed furiously in his heart. After figuring out where he had transmigrated to, and the current point in the timeline, his body trembled, and he immediately wanted to leave this school.
Because he had read that novel and knew what would happen next. Before long, a terrifying malicious ghost would arrive here and kill everyone in the school until only seven people remained.
And among those seven, this homeroom teacher was not included.
But just as Wang Liang moved his foot and turned his body slightly, his gaze swept past unintentionally, and he froze on the spot at once, a drop of cold sweat sliding down his forehead.
Outside the classroom window that faced the corridor, an old man in a black long gown stood rigidly there, his face covered in corpse spots.
A pair of gray-white, deathly still eyes looked at everyone inside the classroom. There was not the slightest trace of human emotion in them, only the eeriness of a dead thing.
Standing there, his entire person looked like a corpse that had risen to its feet, making one’s hair stand on end.
The Knocking Ghost!
A scene that had originally existed only in written descriptions had suddenly appeared in reality before Wang Liang’s eyes. This terrifying sight made him forget to breathe for a moment.
The old man outside the classroom swayed, then began to move, heading toward the classroom’s front door.
Pitch-black darkness surrounded him, to the point that not a trace of light remained outside in the corridor. Moreover, that darkness was still continuously spreading into the classroom.
The walls touched by the darkness visibly aged; the paint blackened and peeled away, and a rotten stench spread through the classroom.
After one unusual change after another appeared in the class, Yang Jian, who was sitting in the classroom, immediately noticed the eerie old man outside the window.
In fear, Yang Jian stood up at once, drawing everyone’s attention to him.
Another male student named Fang Jing also stood up after him. Looking at the changes in the classroom, he shouted that it was impossible, saying how could there be a ghost domain here.
Then he first pretended to be very experienced and exchanged a few words with Zhou Zheng, before reaching out across several desks and pointing at Yang Jian, who had also stood up, as he lashed out.
“This is all your fault, Yang Jian! Your future is far too terrifying. I should have dealt with you sooner—”
“Shut up, Fang Jing! Be quiet!”
“Huh? Teacher... Teacher Wang?”
Before Fang Jing could even finish speaking, Wang Liang, who had come back to his senses at the back of the classroom, irritably cut him off.
This made Fang Jing turn his head back in astonishment, feeling utterly confused. What time was this? And you’re still interrupting me like this? Can’t you tell I’m not simple?
But Wang Liang could not care less what Fang Jing thought. He knew Fang Jing was merely relying on some information about the supernatural circle that he had learned from the human-skin paper to act impressive. He had no patience whatsoever to watch Fang Jing’s chuunibyou performance.
Now that he had come back to himself, all he wanted was to quickly think of a way to seize even the slightest chance of survival.
But the Knocking Ghost had a ghost domain. Once enveloped by a ghost domain, ordinary people simply could not escape.
Damn it, even crossing over a few hours earlier would have been better!
Calm down, calm down.
Only ghosts could deal with ghosts. His thoughts raced, and Wang Liang immediately looked toward the podium, preparing to tell Zhou Zheng about the Knocking Ghost’s existence and its killing pattern.
Zhou Zheng could not resolve this supernatural incident, but as an ordinary person at the moment, Wang Liang could only do this first and adapt as things developed.
But just as he was about to speak, Wang Liang suddenly felt a wave of dizziness.
When his wavering vision recovered, several lines of text that seemed both illusory and real appeared in Wang Liang’s sight, as if they had been directly engraved onto his retina, visible only to him.
[System activated. This system can help the host control the malicious ghosts that, in the host’s previous life, existed only in films and television dramas.]
[Film and television malicious ghosts will, from this moment onward, gradually descend into this world in real form, while conforming to this world’s rules.]
[Strangeness Record Value: 2% (rapidly increasing)]
[Descent location: unknown; descent time: unknown; number of descended malicious ghosts: 0]
[When the Strangeness Record Value reaches 100%, the system will provide the specific descent location and time of a film or television malicious ghost. After successfully imprisoning the film or television malicious ghost, or a supernatural puzzle piece suitable for that malicious ghost, the system will help the host complete a deadlock control.]
[Prompt: At the initial descent of a film or television malicious ghost, its supernatural power will be partially scattered. Please imprison it in time. Otherwise, all descended film and television malicious ghosts will begin to wander, searching for their own or suitable supernatural puzzle pieces, and will take killing the host as their objective.]
[Ding. System activation benefits are now being issued. The host has been helped to control film and television malicious ghost: Sadako. Status: deadlocked (part of her supernatural power is incomplete).]
[Number of descended malicious ghosts: 1]
What a beautiful ding!
After Wang Liang realized what kind of system had suddenly appeared, before he could even calm his slightly excited heart, he abruptly felt a weight sink onto his back. A cold, sinister chill appeared behind him, and something like strands of hair seemed to brush past his neck.
Wang Liang turned his head, and immediately saw a female ghost in white, with a head full of black hair hanging forward and basically covering her face, lying on his back.
The female ghost’s head rested on his shoulder from behind. Amid the loose black hair, a pair of fierce, resentful eyes could be vaguely seen within, staring fixedly at him.