Terror is resurging, but only I am.

Chapter 41 Yan Ming's help Yan Ming's.
The blood moon hangs high.

The air was filled with a sweet, rusty smell. The wind blowing in my face tore at the tattered school flag that stood high on the rooftop, the scraps of cloth slapping against the flagpole with intermittent, crisp sounds.

I can't find the way down.

Yan Ming looked around and found that the rooftop was pitch black during class time, with almost no extra noise.

He looked down at the teaching building, which was five and a half stories high. While not exactly towering, it was still a dizzying height.

If he falls, he will at least be seriously injured.

Moreover, he felt that it might not land under the teaching building, but would more likely fall directly to the bottom of the residential building below the school.

Shattered to pieces.

The female ghost whose neck was bent at a 90-degree angle after falling was foreshadowing his fate.

"If only we had parachutes."

Yan Ming stood on the edge of the rooftop, looking out over Wangcheng. It was now completely night, and the city was ablaze with lights, with cars flowing endlessly on the roads.

But no one noticed that there was a Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School right above the city, like a palace in the sky.

The entire school was filled with ghostly figures and ghosts, and Yan Ming, who was in the school, couldn't distinguish between humans and ghosts.

To be honest, Yan Ming was too lazy to make any distinctions.

He was willing to go all out, since he hadn't seen many living people before entering Wangcheng No. 1 Middle School.

The ghosts in this school all exhibit high intelligence and logic, and may exploit human weaknesses or kindness to set traps.

Yan Ming retreated back onto the rooftop, where he sensed something in the shadows gradually severing his connection with the teaching building beneath his feet.

The feeling was strange; if I had to put it, it was like he was being gradually pulled away from his safe environment.

To use a horror movie trope, he was all alone.

Once you leave the bustling area, the surrounding environment quickly becomes eerie.

The sense of security plummeted into the abyss.

We need to get back to the teaching building quickly, otherwise it wouldn't be surprising if the rooftop turned into a monster spawner.

Yan Ming strode to the other side of the rooftop, which corresponds to the windows of the school classrooms. But when he looked down, he saw that all the classroom windows on the fifth floor were closed.

If the window isn't closed, he can use the momentum of the swing at the edge of the rooftop to throw himself into the classroom, which has a high success rate.

But now that all the windows are closed, he really doesn't dare to gamble. What if the windows are too sturdy and he doesn't have enough strength to kick them open and climb into the classroom, and he gets blocked outside the window? That would really be a fall accident.

"Wait a minute, this thing might come in handy."

Yan Ming shifted his perspective and noticed a suspended ladder extending downwards.

The ladder's surface was covered in rust, and the painted sheet metal had peeled off into brittle pieces that were easy to detach, but the overall structure was still relatively stable.

He checked the stability of the ladder's connection to the wall; it must have used high-strength expansion bolts, which were more than enough to support a person's weight.

This ladder is divided into two parts. In the middle section, you need to manually open the joint at the connection point, and then you can lower the other part of the ladder. You can then climb the ladder to the fifth floor.

Once you're parallel to the window, you should be able to get into the classroom.

Yan Ming's gaze fell on an air conditioner unit not far from the bottom of the ladder, and he considered it as a potential landing spot.

He then tried searching on the rooftop and soon found a small bundle of hemp rope under the solar panel.

Yan Ming tied the hemp rope to the edge of the rooftop, and the other end was tied around his waist as a safety rope. Then, with his back to the rooftop, he carefully placed his feet on the crossbar of the first ladder.

It's alright, it feels very sturdy when you step on it.

Yan Ming tried it and felt a little more at ease before stepping onto the ladder with his other foot, holding onto the railing with one hand and gripping the wall at the edge of the rooftop with the other.

Too late and things will change.

Now that we've chosen this path, we have to be quick.

With a heavy heart, he put his entire weight on the ladder, which immediately made an old creaking sound and vibrated, moving downwards a little distance.

Oh no, this ladder wasn't like this before.

Yan Ming was startled and tried to grab the wall with his feet, but the wall was inexplicably smooth, as if it had lost all friction.

Fortunately, the tremor only lasted for a moment, and then the ladder stabilized completely. He continued climbing down and soon reached the middle of the ladder, where he could see the connecting joint between the two sections of the slide.

When Yan Ming turned on the switch, the lower part of the slide did not come into place, probably because it had not been used for a long time. It wasn't until Yan Ming stomped his foot hard that the lower part of the slide extended downwards into place.

Similarly, he tested the stability and then prepared to climb down.

He was already very close to the window of the fifth-floor classroom. He could probably reach the window by climbing down three or four more steps. Once he was standing steadily by the window, he would be considered safe.

But just then, Yan Ming suddenly felt as if someone was watching him from the side.

As the imposter of the spying ghost, he was unusually sensitive to the gazes directed at him, so he immediately turned around to look in the opposite direction.

The source of the line of sight was not the teaching building, but something further down.

Residential building?
Yan Ming squinted, vaguely noticing someone in the apartment building looking at him through the window.

This is?

Perhaps sensing his identity, the person below opened the window, climbed out, and squatted on the outer edge of the window, waving his hands as if to signal something.

Grandma?

Yan Ming recognized the people in the residential building below by their agile movements and cat-like posture, and was immediately surprised.

He thought the old lady was gone, but he didn't expect her to still be in the Moonlit Community.

It seems the problem is only with me, not the entire Moon Community?

It's hard to hear what the old woman was trying to say from so far away.

Yan Ming cleared his mind of distractions; this was not the place to think. He decided to go into the teaching building first.

However, as soon as he put his foot down, he realized that things weren't quite as he expected.

The old woman seemed to be looking at me for only a moment; afterwards, she was looking at something else, and then jumped out of the window as if to warn me.

what is it then?

Yan Ming looked up and saw that the rooftop was calm and peaceful, with nothing unusual about it.

If no ghosts are causing trouble on Mount Tiantai...

It seems like there's nothing to worry about, right?

He repeatedly checked the situation on the rooftop and only went down when he felt it was safe for the time being.

No, no.

There's a kind of eeriness that can't be seen from the rooftop; it only appears when he comes up the ladder.

The smiling face on the surface of the teaching building!

That ghostly thing can only be seen on the ladder on its "face", so it only becomes visible when it goes up the ladder!

Once he realized this, the ladder began to sway up and down on its own, moving to a silent rhythm, as if someone were performing an eyebrow dance.

Yan Ming desperately clung to the horizontal bar of the ladder, trying his best not to be shaken off, but then the outdoor unit of the air conditioner moved to a position directly opposite the ladder.

Yan Ming looked at the air conditioner outdoor unit that was constantly humming as it charged up, and immediately sensed something was wrong.

The next second, the air conditioner unleashed a gust of wind that nearly knocked Yan Ming over.

The teaching building just blew a strong breeze, and Yan Ming, hanging by its mouth, seemed to be facing an 18-level typhoon.

"Quick! Grab Yan Ming!"

Suddenly, a voice of redemption came from the rooftop, and Yan Ming's corpse appeared at the edge.

With a flick of his hair, a series of Yan Mings flew off the rooftop and hung beside the teaching building.

The most recent body was right next to the ladder.

The corpse still wore a strange smile, like some kind of facial paralysis, and it struggled to utter human words:

"Yan Ming's help Yan Ming's."

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