Infinite Metaverse

It was during this reincarnation gap that Fu Qinghai returned to the Warhammer 40K universe.

At the same time, Zhang Yuning also came to a place she wanted to go.

…

South Korea, Gwangju, a rural high school.

In the classroom, a middle-aged male teacher wearing glasses led a tall black-haired girl in school uniform into the classroom between classes and stood on the podium.

"Ahem."

The middle-aged male teacher coughed slightly, and the noisy classroom became slightly quiet.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Today, our Grade 3 and Grade 6 students welcome a new classmate, Zhang Ning, who transferred from Seoul. Let us welcome her."

"Pah, pah, pah..."

There was sparse applause from below the podium.

"Hey, it's so beautiful."

A boy's eyes lit up.

"Wow, her legs are so white and straight... long and thin... Xibalang is enough, I can't stand it anymore."

A fat man with a big face and squinting eyes stared closely at Zhang Yuning's legs under her pleated skirt. Her calves were wrapped in black stockings, revealing a section of white thigh skin above her knees. What the dead nerds call "absolute" field"……

"cut……"

One girl rolled her eyes heavily.

"Ah, hey, a bunch of bastards who have never seen the world, they can't move their eyes when they see a beautiful one."

A mean-looking girl curled her lower lip with a look of disdain on her face. She was very dissatisfied that all the attention of the boys in the class was attracted to this transfer student.

"Everyone, Zhang Ning is still of Chinese descent. Everyone must help her in her daily study and life."

The middle-aged male teacher said with a smile.

"Ah, this is the first time I have seen Chinese people after studying in Gwangju for so many years!"

One boy became even more curious.

"If you don't want to think about the countryside in Gwangju, go to Busan and Incheon. There are so many Chinese people."

A classmate next to him whispered.

"Ha, I thought she was some young lady from Seoul, but for a long time she turned out to be a country bumpkin from China..."

Several girls gathered together and whispered, seeming to be plotting some bad idea. Everyone felt a little inexplicably unhappy with this beautiful new transfer student.

Zhang Yuning stood on the podium with a cold face, expressionless, and she was very speechless in her heart.

She thought to herself: I am already twenty-five years old, and if you give me the identity of a high school student, you will really be the one in the world of reincarnation...

At the same time, this school uniform also made her feel very uncomfortable. This was not her usual dressing style. The Korean style of shirt and tie + commuter suit + pleated skirt made Zhang Yuning feel like an idol trainee participating in a talent show. .

What a bunch of stupid people.

However, East Asians are inherently young in appearance. Even Shen Teng and Ma Li can play the role of high school students. Zhang Yuning is a young and beautiful beauty, and she naturally looks the same in school uniforms.

…

An incomprehensible history lesson is over.

Zhang Yuning was sitting in her seat, and had just closed the book when a boy with Du Minjun's thick bangs came over from the side. He put one hand on the edge of her desk, raised his hand to brush his bangs, and deliberately used Bubble Sound chatted up:

"Aniha Saiyo, from..."

"roll!"

Before the boy finished speaking, a cold drink came out of Zhang Yuning's mouth. Without raising his head, his cold aura frightened the fair "Xiao Du Minjun" and he quickly retreated.

"Haha, I didn't notice it, I was just pretending..."

Not far away from her, three girls gathered together. Seeing that the handsome alternate was not doing well, they couldn't help but curled their lips again, and then covered their mouths to discuss.

…

Recess time.

Zhang Yuning was collecting water at the water dispenser.

Just halfway through receiving it, a ballpoint pen stretched out and jammed the faucet of the water dispenser, and the water stopped flowing.

Zhang Yuning looked sideways, and saw a girl with twin ponytails and high cheekbones, squinting eyes, standing next to her with a look of contempt and provocation. She held a ballpoint pen in her hand and raised her chin and said:

"Hey, Jajangmyeon, I heard you are from Seoul? What are your parents doing there? It's not selling..."

"Snapped!"

All the hot water in Zhang Yuning's cup was poured on the girl's face, and the girl took two steps back and screamed:

"ah--"

Zhang Yuning didn't understand Korean culture and didn't know why the other party called her "Zhajiang Noodles", but it wasn't a good word, so he acted "quickly, accurately and ruthlessly".

Are you going to play school bully with me?

Before the other party could react, Zhang Yuning grabbed her by the collar and pulled her toward the corridor outside the classroom. The other party struggled desperately to get away. Zhang Yuning picked up the textbook and threw it up with her backhand. There was a crisp "pop" sound, and the girl I was stunned.

Zhang Yuning pushed the girl onto the guardrail next to the corridor, with her head facing the ground outside the fourth floor. The girl looked at the playground and trees below with her eyes wide open, and was so scared that she didn't move.

Zhang Yuning asked coldly:

"Do you still dare?"

The girl shook her head desperately:

"I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore, I'm sorry, I was wrong..."

Zhang Yuning tugged the other party's hair, lifted her up even further, and said coldly:

"I didn't hear it."

"That's right, I'm sorry, please let me go..."

The girl burst into tears and shouted loudly, her nose mixed with tears dripping down.

…

The transfer student from China became famous in the high school department.

She is beautiful, but her attacks are vicious, and she is very difficult to mess with.

Several girls in the class seemed to find it hard to have a hard one. After another discussion, they decided to have something soft.

One day, two girls came to Zhang Yuning's table. They pretended to be arrogant, but in reality they said sternly:

"Hey, Chinese, I heard you are very brave."

"That's right, you dare to bully your classmates on the first day you transfer to another school."

This time I don't dare to call "Zhajiang Noodles" again.

Zhang Yuning raised her eyes slightly:

“If you have something to say, say it, and if you have something to say, let it go.”

"Ah Xi, since you are so brave, don't leave after school on Friday and play a pen fairy with us, do you dare?"

It's here, it's finally here.

Zhang Yuning smiled.

I thought to myself that I had been holding back and was useless, and finally I had waited for this moment.

"Okay, I'm happy to accompany you."

Zhang Yuning said with a chuckle.

"Okay, let's gather at the west gate of the school at 11:30 on Friday night. We can climb over the wall and come in. Don't be afraid to come. Then... whoever doesn't come is a bastard!"

The girl said harsh words and left with her companions.

Zhang Yuning leaned back in her chair and smiled slightly.

…

The appointed time arrived.

It was getting dark.

The two girls stepped on dead branches and leaves to the west gate of the school, which had been sealed for a long time, and looked around.

"Hey, she won't be scared away."

"Let us go, you cowardly bitch."

The two came to the rusted and peeling iron door.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

A sudden voice came from the side, startling the two women.

Turning around to look, Zhang Yuning slowly walked out of the dark trees.

"Hey, you're here, that's good."

A girl breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"Come on, follow me over the wall and go in."

…

The familiar classroom was empty, except for a cold incandescent lamp hanging above the heads of the three of them.

There is a desk with three people sitting around it.

"It is said that thirty years ago, a girl named 'Insook' died in this school. She was set on fire with a plastic bag on her head. The desk she used at that time was this 29 Desk number."

A girl said in a low voice.

"This is where you are sitting now."

Another girl pointed to where Zhang Yuning was sitting. On the side of the desk surrounded by three people, there happened to be a crooked mottled red paint mark - 29.

The two kept telling the supernatural stories and legends that almost every campus has, exaggerating the atmosphere of terror and trying to scare Zhang Yuning.

Zhang Yuning looked impatient:

"Are you done? Can you start?"

"snort!"

The two girls looked at each other and took out a piece of white paper and a ballpoint pen from their schoolbags. The white paper was spread flat on the table. One girl stood as a witness, and the other girl intertwined their fingers with Zhang Yuning and held the ballpoint pen together. .

The girl who was watching said to Zhang Yuning:

"First of all, I have to remind you to pay attention to a few rules."

"First, you must not open your eyes when calling Bixian. Second, after Bixian is invited, you can ask Bixian any questions, but don't ask how she died."

Another girl nodded and said:

"Yes, I know you are brave, but don't hurt us both."

Zhang Yuning urged impatiently:

"Okay, okay, I got it, let's get started."

The "Bi Xian" ritual is originally a modern simplified version of "Fuji", one of the ancient Chinese witchcrafts. It is more popular in campus areas in East Asia. The methods and rules are similar. As a senior horror movie enthusiast, Zhang Yuning has conducted in-depth research on the East and the West. There was no need for anyone to teach her the various background settings of supernatural horror movies.

The girl looked up and glanced at the clock on the wall.

"It's eleven fifty-nine, let's get started."

After saying that, the three of them closed their eyes together.

They said in unison:

"Bi Xian, Pen Xian, you are my past life, and I am your present life. If you want to continue our relationship with me, please draw a circle on the paper."

The two people holding the pen do not use their elbows or wrists as support. They keep the ballpoint pen in the air, with the pen tip perpendicular to any point on the paper. They pull each other hard, and the black ink slowly draws a circle...

"Bixian, Bixian, you are my previous life..."

The three girls continued to chant until...

"Ta, ta, ta..."

The three of them seemed to hear at the same time, a faint sound of footsteps, which seemed to be absent or not, from far to near, echoing in the corridor outside the classroom door.

The two girls were shocked.

Was it discovered by security?

"Crunch..."

At this time, the classroom door was gently pushed open.

The three of them had their eyes closed, not knowing what was going on in the classroom, but Zhang Yuning could clearly feel that the girl whose fingers were intertwined with hers suddenly began to tremble slightly, and the cold sweat in her palms soaked the penholder in her hand.

The classroom door opened.

But no one spoke.

Not the security guard, not the principal.

Who could it be?

Could it be that... Bixian is really here?

The three of them had vague guesses in their minds.

"Click." The lights went out.

The sound of footsteps, the sound of the door opening, all of this, along with an inexplicable wind, quietly rolled up in the classroom. The girl's trembling became more and more violent. She could hardly hold the ballpoint pen in her hand. Her mouth made intermittent sounds, and her teeth were chattering. .

"Bi Xian, pen...uh."

A cold breath passed through her neck.

If a medium with psychic abilities were here at this moment, he would see a strange female ghost with disheveled hair and a pale face, lying quietly behind a girl.

The girl didn't dare to speak at all. There was a hint of crying in her rapid breathing. She closed her eyes tightly and her eyelids were squeezed together. The female ghost's body seemed to be nothing, surrounding her neck, with a playful look on her face. smile.

At this moment, the beautiful girl sitting opposite the trembling girl suddenly opened her eyes and stared straight at the "Pen Fairy" female ghost in front of her.

The female ghost smiled slowly, the corners of her mouth splitting to the base of her ears.

His sharp teeth were exposed, and black blood seeped between his gums.

Some people dare to open their eyes, the female ghost thought to herself.

However, she was surprised to find out.

The girl smiled back at her.

For a moment, black air spewed out and roared in the classroom. Wraiths from Japan and demons from Europe appeared together, appearing behind the girl and looking indifferently at the weak, pitiful and helpless Korean girl in front of her. ghost.

…………

Thank you, White _ Ink, for being polite and polite, meeting you in the cold wind of winter night, and for the reward from three book friends.