Chapter 6

The large door of the toilet opened, and a pale hand reached out from the darkness. Everyone was so frightened that they dared not make a sound, their hearts pounding wildly, as silent as cicadas in winter.

At that moment, Yang Jian never expected his classmate Fang Jing to suddenly grab him and push him towards the ghost.

"Fang Jing, do you want to kill me?"

Yang Jian gritted his teeth. As soon as he realized something was wrong, he immediately reacted and quickly grabbed Fang Jing's arm.

Their steps halted, and both of them paused.

"Yang Jian, if you don't die, I can't rest easy in this life. Do you really think my previous words were just casual talk? You're still too naive. You knew I had made my intentions clear but still didn't guard against me. But this was within my expectations. After all, you're just a student who doesn't understand anything. You don't know how cruel this world is. Today, I'll teach you a lesson."

Fang Jing turned and shouted, "Still not helping? We must push him in to hold the ghost in the toilet. Otherwise, if the ghost comes out, you'll all be doomed. If you want to live, you have to sacrifice one person. There's no other way."

Using the greater good to pressure others indeed worked. Under the threat of the ghost, people, in order to survive and with a seemingly justifiable reason, would do anything.

Three male classmates, with fear in their eyes, immediately rushed over and grabbed Yang Jian.

Four people pushed him together, and no one could resist such force.

Immediately, Yang Jian was pushed back and quickly reached the toilet door.

The next moment, the pale hand that had reached out from the darkness grabbed his shoulder and, with a strong grip, tightly clamped down on him.

A terrifying force pulled Yang Jian towards the pitch-black toilet.

"Yang Jian, go in. This time, you're dead for sure. In your next life, be smarter," Fang Jing said, pushing him hard and shouting.

Yang Jian was filled with anger. He already felt his entire shoulder losing sensation, as if it had been crushed by the cold, pale hand. At the same time, a bone-chilling cold enveloped his body, making his blood seem to freeze.

"You bastards, you want to kill me after being classmates? If that's the case, you won't get off easy either. If I die, I'll take a few of you with me."

After saying this, he stopped resisting and firmly grabbed the arms of the two classmates.

The terrifying force from behind continued to drag them forward.

Fang Jing realized something was wrong and quickly backed away, avoiding being grabbed by Yang Jian.

"No, no, let me go, Yang Jian, let me go."

"Please, I don't want to die. Don't grab me, grab someone else." The two classmates, gripped with fear, begged for mercy, their voices trembling and on the verge of tears.

Yang Jian, feeling that death was imminent, was not as afraid. Sensing the darkness enveloping him, he said coldly, "Stop crying. Since you want to kill me, I'll make you die with me. Fang Jing, don't be so smug. If I die and become a ghost, I won't let you off..."

"Bang!"

A loud noise, and the pale arm retreated into the darkness. The toilet door instantly closed.

Yang Jian, along with the two classmates who had betrayed him, disappeared from sight.

The door remained tightly shut, and there was no more movement.

Seeing this, Fang Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief, a smile appearing on his shaken face.

"You're finally done for, Yang Jian."

"Fang Jing, you, you really killed Yang Jian and the others..." The others, who had witnessed this, trembled and said.

Fang Jing's face twisted with a grim expression. "Shut up. If it weren't for me, the ghost would have come out and killed all of us. What are you standing there for? If you want to live, follow me. They can't hold the ghost for long. Once the ghost kills them, it will come out again, and then we'll be the ones to die."

With that, he turned and walked away without a word.

"Fang Jing, why are we going back?"

"Continuing down this path is a dead end. Who knows what else we might encounter. Going back might lead us to Zhou Zheng. If he's still alive, he might be able to save us," Fang Jing said.

He was also filled with immense fear.

Because in the ghost realm, the more people die, the more terrifying it becomes. The time to escape was running out.

It was cold, dark, and accompanied by the dripping sound of water, as if a faucet was not fully closed.

Yang Jian and the two classmates were dragged into this pitch-black toilet by the pale hand.

"Get out, leave here quickly."

Duan Peng and Zheng Fei, terrified, broke free from Yang Jian and frantically felt along the walls, trying to open the door and escape.

The walls were cold and damp, with spots and pits, emitting a rotten smell.

The toilet was not large. Normally, even with their eyes closed, they could find the door and leave. But as they felt around, all they found was a wall.

To the left was a wall, to the right was a wall... an endless wall blocking their path.

The door, it was gone...

"Where's the door? Where's the door? It was here just now, Zheng Fei, did you find it?" Duan Peng, with a trembling voice, asked, his voice on the verge of tears.

"I didn't find it either," Zheng Fei said, his voice filled with fear.

They frantically felt along the walls, not missing a single inch, trying to find the familiar toilet door.

But no matter how they searched, they could not find the door to leave. All they found was a damp, cold wall.

Or perhaps, there was no door at all.

As they searched for the door, Yang Jian's situation worsened.

He could feel the cold hand still gripping his shoulder. Initially, only his shoulder had lost sensation, but now his entire arm was numb. As time passed, more and more of his body lost sensation... If it spread to his entire body, Yang Jian was certain he would become a cold, lifeless corpse.

Yang Jian was drenched in cold sweat, using all his strength to try to break free.

It was useless. The part that was grabbed felt as if it was nailed down, immovable.

He tried every method to struggle, but it was to no avail.

"Am I going to die here?" This was the only thought in his mind at that moment.

In the end, perhaps he accepted his fate.

He no longer felt fear, only the desire to call his family before he died, to leave a final message.

Yang Jian's lips curled into a bitter smile. He endured the cold and numbness, took out his phone, and tried to call his family.

But when he opened his phone, the screen flashed, and the last page of the forum story he had read appeared.

There was an audio file on the forum.

Yang Jian suddenly saw the audio file and immediately thought of the sound of the old man knocking on the classroom door.

"Wait, if the old man really killed people by knocking, then this sound should not only affect people but also ghosts. Zhou Zheng said that only ghosts can deal with ghosts."

At this thought, his eyes lit up with a glimmer of hope for survival.

Without hesitation, Yang Jian, whose other arm was still free, tapped the audio file.

"Knock, knock knock!"

The dull knocking sound echoed in the darkness.

But something unexpected happened.

The pale hand that had been gripping Yang Jian's shoulder, as if burned, quickly retracted and disappeared into the darkness.

The cold, stiff sensation rapidly faded from his body.