The Resurrection of Dread

Chapter 4: The Terrifying Knocking Ghost

Dead. He was dead.

And it wasn't just one. At least six or seven students were lying motionless on their desks with the same deathly gray faces.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? Someone please save us!"

A female student collapsed on the floor in terror, crying.

"He was fine just a moment ago, how could he suddenly, suddenly just die?" someone said, their voice trembling and stuttering.

Fang Jing, standing nearby, had a face as pale as iron. "What are you all screaming for? There's a ghost outside the door. We could die in any number of ways. You'll soon find out just how terrifying a ghost that can create a Ghost Domain really is."

The others looked at him in sheer terror, like prey trapped in a cage, trembling with fear.

"Zhou Zheng, haven't you figured out a way yet? If you don't think of something soon, we're all going to die here," Fang Jing shouted angrily again.

He was trembling inside as well, because in a Ghost Domain, anyone could die, including him.

"Shut up. If you can't wait, go escape on your own. Don't count on me," Zhou Zheng replied, equally anxious. He didn't dare to act rashly.

"Running around blindly in a Ghost Domain will only get you killed faster. Do you think I know nothing about this?" Fang Jing retorted.

"Since you know, then stand there and stay put. If we're going to die, do you think only you will? Everyone is the same. Don't think that knowing a few things makes you special. In front of a ghost, everyone is equal," Zhou Zheng said.

"Damn it."

Fang Jing couldn't help but curse.

Yang Jian's hands and feet were ice-cold at this moment. He forced himself to calm down, because this was no joke. People were really dying, and more than one... If this continued, many more would likely die.

But when he inadvertently saw the blackboard that was almost falling off the wall, he suddenly froze.

His gaze lingered on the three sentences Zhou Zheng had written earlier, especially the last one: Discern the ghost's rules.

Zhou Zheng doesn't dare to act rashly because he is also observing that old man outside the door, looking for his pattern. Only by finding the pattern will he dare to act. Think, think quickly, what pattern can be found in this old man...

His mind began to race frantically.

Recalling everything recorded in that forum story, and connecting it to what was happening right in front of him.

There must be common points. There must be similarities.

That netizen named Thunder Dharma King was at home. At that time, his door was closed, and this old man stood outside knocking... and then he came in. Then he came to the bedroom door, knocked again, and then came in.

Right now, this ghost appeared outside the hallway, and was also knocking... but hadn't come in yet.

Why did this old man enter that netizen's home, but not here?

The same situation, the same event, what caused the difference?

Was it not enough time?

Then what time was not enough?

Could it be the knocking time wasn't enough?

Perhaps this was the key.

I'll risk it.

Suddenly, Yang Jian summoned his courage and shouted, "Zhou Zheng, it's the knocking sound!"

"The knocking sound?"

Zhou Zheng's gaze sharpened, staring intently at the student who had suddenly spoken up. "What do you mean?"

Yang Jian suppressed his fear and said, "Although it's just a guess, I think this thing kills people through its knocking method. Perhaps that old man is timing something, or maybe it's something else, but it must be related to the knocking. If we can stop that thing from knocking, maybe it will work..."

Killing by knocking.

If that was really the case, then this ghost was far too terrifying.

This guy's potential is starting to show so quickly...

Fang Jing looked at him with a very unfriendly gaze, clenching his fists tightly. I absolutely cannot let him leave this school alive.

"I'll trust you this once."

Zhou Zheng solemnly withdrew his gaze. He had no other choice.

If he didn't act now, everyone here would die.

Immediately, Zhou Zheng moved. He rushed out like a** (frenzied) beast. His** (bizarre) body—thin on top and fat on the bottom—possessed an explosive power far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Bang~!

With a loud noise, he forcibly smashed the classroom door open, simultaneously knocking down the old man in the long black gown, with a deathly gray face and covered in livor mortis spots, who was outside.

The old man was knocked down and fell to the ground, but no one dared to help him up.

His body was in a bizarre posture, like a stiff puppet with** (randomly) flailing limbs, lacking the resilience and softness of a living person.

Ghosts cannot be killed.

Zhou Zheng, of course, wouldn't forget the words he himself had written.

Even if this old man was crushed into pulp or burned to ashes, he still wouldn't die, and would continue to appear in an inconceivable way.

Only a ghost can deal with a ghost.

Zhou Zheng gritted his teeth, turned his head, and roared, "Look for the right moment. As soon as there's a chance, escape! I'll hold this thing back!"

After saying that, beneath his wide trench coat, his bulging stomach wriggled bizarrely a few times.

A hand—or more accurately, the outline of a hand—stretched out from within a layer of skin. This hand was grayish-green, with sharp nails, as if it were trying to tear through that layer of belly skin and emerge from the inside.

But the belly skin wrapping the hand was incredibly resilient and didn't tear. And what was truly terrifying was that this hand stretched out for over two meters.

Was this still a human hand?

Just like that, this grayish-green monstrous hand grabbed the old man on the ground.