sofare, Lasore...

After pressing these notes, Feng Bujue took a few steps back, vigilantly observing the surrounding movements.

Seconds passed, and two pale, slender arms, at a very bizarre angle, stretched out from inside the piano lid...

There's an idiom that means "reciting backwards as fluently as forwards," and perhaps some people can actually do it. Feng Bujue had never seen it, nor did he think there was any point in reciting a piece of text backwards. But he was about to witness "playing backwards as fluently as forwards."

Before the hands started playing, they intertwined their fingers and stretched them out with the palms facing outwards. Feng Bujue immediately realized that this seemingly dispensable action was the "reaction time" the game left for the players. If the player wasn't scared witless, they should do something now.

"Don't listen... Clapping after the performance is most important..." Feng Bujue muttered the relevant hint from the nursery rhyme, and immediately understood. He dashed to a chair in the front row, sat down, placed his phone on the seat next to him, and wedged his flashlight between his knees, illuminating the piano.

At this moment, those two withered, white arms seemed ready. The ghostly claws of the ten fingers wiggled nimbly a few times, and then pressed down on the keys. Then, the playing began... The hands danced gracefully on the keys, the middle of the arms already bent into an unimaginable angle, the elbow bones bending strangely, and those fingers, each one as if it had a life of its own, shifting and jumping on the keys...

Visually, the way these two ghostly arms played the piano was neither beautiful nor fast. If he had to describe it, it was like there were ten earthworms, each strung on a fishhook, five on each hook, and then those worms wriggling their long bodies, trying to break free from the fishhook's restraint.

As for whether the music was pleasant, Feng Bujue didn't know. Although sporadic notes drilled into his ears, he couldn't hear even a small, complete melody. Because from the moment those two arms played the first note, Feng Bujue had covered his ears tightly with his hands, shaking his head rhythmically while humming quickly: "La la la! La la la! I am a little newspaper seller..."

After he finished singing the newspaper selling song, he sang the March of the Volunteers at twice the speed. Anyway, as long as those hands didn't stop, Feng Bujue was prepared to keep looping these two songs. He didn't know what grudge he had against Nie Er.

In short, about five minutes later, just as Feng Bujue was about to sing the newspaper selling song for the third time, the playing of those two arms stopped, the ghostly claws left the piano keys, raised in the air, and froze.

Without saying a word, Feng Bujue started clapping vigorously, even shamelessly shouting "Bravo!" He was almost about to shout "Encore!"

This kind of cheering method, as if he was listening to a crosstalk performance in a park, seemed to shock the owner of those two ghostly arms. Anyway, those hands hung in the air, frozen for about thirty seconds before reacting.

He saw its right hand clench into a fist and wave it twice in the air, as if to express some dissatisfaction. Then, its left hand held the piano lid, its right hand removed the support for the piano lid, and then it used both hands to hold the piano lid together, slowly retracting into the piano, closing the lid. Overall, this action could be considered closing the door to thank guests...

[Main Quest Progress Updated]

[Explore Yejie High School, break seven kinds of supernatural phenomena, current progress 2/7]

"Hmm... it seems that the so-called 'Seven Wonders' are not all fatal." Feng Bujue picked up his things and stood up. "Or perhaps... I'll die if I listen to the whole piece of music just now? Hmph... I always feel that this script is conveying a kind of 'ghosts also have humanity' worldview."

He glanced at the time, 35:18, there were about five minutes left before it was his turn to make the phone call. He wondered how Siyu was doing now. He hadn't heard the quest completion notification, which meant that she was still trapped in the space of the "Thirteenth Step," and the system hadn't given any news that she had died.

This feeling of knowing that the other party was in danger, but not understanding the specific situation... naturally had a certain impact on Feng Bujue. He casually opened the game menu, although he knew it was meaningless, he just wanted to glance at the "surviving" note next to his teammate's ID. This was a strange emotion, just like when playing shooting games, players like to press TAB to look at the list whenever they have time...

Who knew that after opening the game menu, there would be an unexpected discovery. After Feng Bujue finished reading the team bar, he noticed the specialization bar, and a new specialization had been unlocked.

Half of that shadowed area that appeared after the public beta was now visible, and the new specialization was called "Ling Shu (Spirit Art)," and Feng Bujue's current level was F.

Among the two newly opened specializations, Feng Bujue had already unlocked one. But as soon as he saw the name, he knew that this specialization must be extremely difficult to train.

The six specializations during the closed beta, Universal, Machinery, Investigation, Fighting, Shooting, and Medical, all seemed to be relatively conventional settings, but this "Ling Shu," and the last specialization that had not yet been opened, were probably supernatural abilities.

Feng Bujue was not sure whether his Ling Shu specialization was unlocked after completing the task in front of him, or whether it had been unlocked earlier when he was reciting ghosts at the dry well. But since it had been opened, he couldn't help but think about a lot of things, such as... whether the reward for clearing this script would randomly include skills related to Ling Shu; in addition, this specialization sounded like it was specially designed to deal with ghosts, so would it have any impact on other monsters and players; also, whether the effects of related skills could be applied to the physical level, and so on...

He stood there thinking for a while, and soon received a system prompt, and if he continued to be dazed, it would be considered passive gaming. He had no choice but to leave and continue his exploration.

The time to the next phone call was getting shorter and shorter, and the prompt for Siyu to complete the task had not yet arrived. Feng Bujue couldn't help but feel uneasy. When there was one minute left, he hesitated... hesitating whether or not to make this phone call.

Siyu's current situation must be very bad. Among the many campus ghost stories, the "Thirteenth Step" should be considered relatively famous, and it is also likely to be the most difficult to survive. The nursery rhyme "Turn back, turn back... remember not to walk the thirteenth step" gave a hint that was almost as good as nothing. Listening to that meaning, it seemed that as long as you stepped over the thirteenth step, you would trigger a rather fatal flag.

But just now, Siyu was multitasking while talking to Feng Bujue on the phone, counting while walking, and had already walked all thirteen steps. She herself really didn't expect that in this seven-story building, she would encounter these thirteen steps when going up to the second floor.

At this moment, Feng Bujue's consideration was: if Siyu's condition was already very bad, then she had a high probability that she would not be able to answer this phone call, and the consequence of this would be that she would become the responsible party, and would encounter even more serious threats in the next fifteen minutes, which could be described as adding insult to injury.

But if... he didn't make this call, he would become the responsible party and be hunted by ghosts. But in this way, he could ensure that Siyu would not bear any additional risks.

Just as he was hesitating, the time arrived.