I'm in Tokyo, caught in the clutches of the demon princess.

"You're not playing Canon correctly, you're playing it too hastily."

The ghost girl continued to give instructions on her own.

Because Kazema and the ghost girl are superimposed, he can see the ghost girl's movements.

Just like copying characters from a calligraphy model, Feng Zejian watched the girl's hands moving across the zither.

The music played by Feng Zejian was no longer urgent, and the moonlight focused on Feng Zejian. For a moment, everyone seemed to see that the person in that position was not Feng Zejian, but a girl with silver hair.

His profile, bathed in moonlight amidst the wind and mist, made the girls gasp for breath.

As the piece ended, Feng Zejian looked at the piano in front of him.

He roughly played a few notes from another piece of music.

The ghost girl understood.

"I can also play a serenade. Follow my rhythm."

Feng Zejian followed the ghost girl's rhythm in perfect sync.

Suddenly, Feng Zejian realized that his body had broken free from his control and was completely controlled by the ghost girl.

At that moment, a strange but light voice echoed in Feng Zejian's mind.

"Don't worry, this is a resonance between the two of you. Yuki has temporarily taken over your body. This child has no ambition, she just wants to play the piano."

Feng Zejian remained calm as he watched the girl control her body and play the piano with complete absorption.

Feng Zejian asked softly, "How old was this girl when she passed away?"

The voice paused for a moment. "Fifteen years old, I suppose."

"Her time was forever frozen at the age of blossoming youth, how wonderful."

The voice remained silent for a long time.

"This is the first time I've heard you say something like that. Yuki would be very happy to hear it."

Feng Ze then asked, "Is this room too normal because of her?"

This time, the voice recovered very quickly.

"Yeah, after all, if the setup is too scary, it will frighten Yuki."

Feng Zejian did not continue speaking.

Instead, they quietly watched the ghost girl finish her performance.

Just as the voice said, Feng Zejian returned to his body after the song ended.

The door to the next room opened by itself.

Feng Zejian stood up and glanced at the girls who were engrossed in the piano music.

"Got to go."

The girls recovered and followed Feng Zejian to the doorway of the next room's corridor.

Kaze turned back once more, looking at the ghostly girl whose image was illuminated by the moonlight.

The ghost girl smiled at Kazesawa and waved goodbye.

Feng Zejian smiled as well.

What a wonderful encounter!

Following Feng Zejian's footsteps, everyone stepped into the corridor of the third room.

The corridor was brightly lit, and the walls were covered with portrait paintings.

A long, narrow carpet was laid in the middle of the road.

Sketches, watercolors, oil paintings—all kinds of types and styles are available.

But when I look into the eyes of those portraits, I get a strange feeling, as if they are looking at me, though it might just be my imagination.

Sakurai Sakika said somewhat timidly, "I have a feeling that the people in these paintings are watching us."

Feng Zejian turned to look at the painting.

The painting depicts a noblewoman in a style reminiscent of medieval Europe. The noblewoman is depicted only half-length, with a full figure, and the painting generously shows off her snow-white skin.

However, due to the previous art style, Fengzejian didn't find it very interesting.

The noblewoman's eyes were fixed on him.

Feng Zejian vaguely sensed something, but this painting was indeed just a painting.

Just then, the sound of something hitting the ground rang out.

Everyone looked and saw that it was a fallen picture frame.

The picture frame was face down, and Feng Zejian immediately walked towards the fallen picture frame.

I picked up the picture frame, turned it over, and was still startled, even though I was prepared.

The farmer in the picture is gouging out his own eyes, blood flowing from them, but his expression is not one of pain; instead, he is showing a sinister and terrifying smile.

Without hesitation, Feng Zejian smashed a group of picture frames.

The picture frames on both sides fell off, the paintings shook and howled, blood seeped from the ground, and blood began to drip from the walls and ceiling.

The girls inevitably screamed.

Feng Zejian activated his Eye of Truth and discovered that the paintings around him were still hanging on the wall, and there was no blood at all.

It's probably an illusion created by someone.

However, in order to have a good experience, Feng Zejian turned off the Eye of Truth and ran with the girls.

The group arrived at the entrance of the art classroom. Looking back, they saw the picture frames standing there, and the figures in the paintings looked terrifying. Without hesitation, the girls opened the door of the art classroom and ran inside.

The art classroom was lit up, but apart from the blackboard, which had a few words written on it: "Get a flashlight."

Chapter Fifty-Eight: The Statue in the Art Classroom

Everyone looked around and saw a flashlight in the groove on the blackboard in the classroom.

They all stepped forward and grabbed the flashlights, but as soon as everyone had their hands on them, the lights went out.

The girls screamed again.

Feng Zejian was a little unaccustomed at first, but he has gotten used to it now.

Silently, they turned on their flashlights, the light shining upwards. When the girls saw Feng Zejian's face, they were instantly stunned.

"It really is a ghost."

Feng Zejian then realized that he was pointing his flashlight in the wrong direction.

"Sorry, you're going the wrong way."

The girls then realized it was Feng Zejian. They paused for a moment, then remembered they also had flashlights and turned them on.

Feng Zejian sighed, "I didn't expect you to be so calm when you mistook me for a ghost."

The 1.5-meter-tall mature woman and loli caught Feng Zejian off guard with a single sentence.

"I've already peed."

The girls all raised their hands.

Feng Zejian shone his flashlight on the girls' pants and the ground.

"No leaks."

"To be honest, we wore diapers before we came, just to prevent this from happening."

Kazesawa shone his flashlight on Sakurai Sakika's face.

Sakurai Saki's face turned so red it could bleed.

Feng Zejian realized something and took off his clothes.

He then took off his pants.

The girl was dumbfounded.

It was clear that Feng Zejian was wearing shorts underneath.

He also took out wet wipes and tissues from his shorts pocket; these were things he'd swiped from an internet cafe, and he never expected they'd come in handy here.

"Go tidy up in the corner, don't catch a cold."

Upon hearing this, the girls finally understood Feng Zejian's intention. They bravely protected Sakurai Sakika, and the four of them surrounded her.

Soon after, Sakurai Sakika finished dealing with the situation and was wearing Kazesawa's clothes and pants.

They're a bit loose, but the pants have an elastic waistband so they won't fall down.

Even haunted houses have a code of conduct; they didn't generate any high-energy moments when this little mishap occurred.

However, this martial virtue disappeared after that, without giving anyone a chance to develop it.

The lamplight shone through the empty classroom in the breeze.

Faceless, distorted sculptures appeared in the flashlight beam, and the girls gathered around them.

Feng Zejian said at this moment, "Don't wave the flashlight around randomly."

The girls gazed intently at the sculptures.

Feng Zejian held a flashlight, turning it on and off repeatedly. When the light disappeared, the statue moved.

Feng Zejian also understood the principle.

“If a flashlight is placed on these statues, they will not move.”

"Besides, the flashlight will illuminate the statues, and as long as the light doesn't shine on other open areas, no new statues will appear. Does anyone have a flashlight that's not working? I'll go find the exit."

Sakurai Sakika then said, "I haven't used mine yet, I just wet my pants and didn't realize it."

Feng Zejian raised his thumb with his other hand.

"Your pants came at just the right time. There's no exit in this room, so they probably found it with a flashlight. Saki, walk along the edge and shine the flashlight on the wall."

Sakurai Saki's beautiful eyes showed fear, and she choked out, "I'm scared."

Feng Zejian did not force him.

"Then you take my flashlight, and I'll use it to find the exit."

Sakurai Sakika nodded, took Kazesawa's hand, and Kazesawa slowly handed over the flashlight.

With her other hand, she took the unlit flashlight from Sakurai Saki and began shining it along the edge.

They had explored more than half of the classroom, but still couldn't find the exit.

At this point, the girls' hands had reached their limit from holding the same position for so long, and the husky-voiced literary girl dropped her flashlight.

The statue began to teleport, and the girls were thrown into a panic. Feng Zejian suddenly turned around, and the light fell on the blackboard behind the girl.

It was at that moment that he realized that the starting point was the end point.

The person who designed this level is really cunning.

"Turn around, the gate is right behind you, run!"

The girls turned around and saw that there was indeed a door.

Sakurai Saki asked worriedly, "What will you do?"

"You go first, I'll be right there, trust me."

Without hesitation, all the girls left the art classroom. They had originally planned to leave the door open and wait for Feng Zejian, but the statue's hand followed them out, so they had no choice but to close the door.

The spacious classroom is now filled with statues.

This clearly increases the difficulty of the game, or rather, some people want to test themselves.

Feng Zejian bit the bottom of the flashlight, his eyes turned bloodshot, and his mouth was wide open, looking very excited.

Feng Ze nimbly darted and weaved through the gaps in the sculptures, passing from the entrance to the exit.

Upon reaching the exit, Feng Zejian instinctively turned back. The sculptures had disappeared, indicating that his test was over.