64: Chapter 64 Physical Salvation

In the classroom, that ghost student with the rotting chin raised a broken ruler, about to stab the back of the girl's head in front.

That face, hanging with rotting flesh, was simply nauseating.

Just then.

Bang!

A loud explosion came from the corridor.

Followed by the shattering sound of glass bursting into powder.

Fang Che smashed open the fire hydrant box and pulled out the fire axe with one hand.

This piece of junk was quite heavy, just enough to chop these bastards up.

He weighed it in his hand, turned around, aimed his right foot at the back door of the classroom, and kicked it open.

Boom!!!

The entire wooden door, along with the door frame, was kicked inward by the immense force!

Splintered wood swept into the classroom, clattering against the desks in the last row.

With this, all the students in the classroom, whether human or ghost, stopped what they were doing.

A dozen faceless heads turned toward the door in unison.

Fang Che stood in the center of the ruined door frame, holding the fire axe in one hand, and stepped into the classroom.

I felt secretly pleased; this entrance was cool, the show-off effect was absolutely perfect!

But on the surface, I still had to act aloof; I couldn't break character.

His gaze swept over all the ghost students and locked directly onto that rotting-chinned monster in front of the podium.

The broken ruler in that thing's hand was still held mid-air, clearly not having reacted to this sudden turn of events.

"Heh... heh?" It tilted its head, its throat making a wheezing sound.

Fang Che didn't give it a chance to react.

This damn monster was just too disgusting; better destroy it quickly!

He pushed off with his feet, his whole body rushing from the back of the classroom through the center aisle, reaching the podium in just a few steps.

The fire axe was raised high, its cold blade tracing an arc under the fluorescent lights.

The rotting-chinned ghost student realized the danger, dropped the broken ruler, opened its mouth hanging with rotting flesh, and was about to scream.

Too late!

Pfft!

The sound of a sharp weapon splitting a skull was crisp and dull.

The rotting-chinned ghost student's head was split right down the middle.

Serves you right, go to hell!

Its body twitched violently, and then, black smoke poured crazily from the split.

In less than two seconds, this ghost student, who had been arrogant just a moment ago, completely turned into black smoke and dissipated into the air.

[Ding! SSS-Rank Talent: Absolute Critical Hit triggered successfully!]

[Judgment: Fatal Strike!]

[Critical Hit Multiplier: 17x!]

[Successfully killed Elite Wraith Bully!]

[Obtained Experience Points: 80.]

[Ding! SSS-Rank Talent: Absolute Critical Hit triggered successfully! Judgment: Experience Point Acquisition! Critical Hit Multiplier: 5x! Final Experience Points gained: 400.]

[Dropped Item: Student Nameplate × 1]

A metal nameplate stained with black ash clattered to the ground.

Fang Che bent down to pick it up and casually shoved it into his pocket, the entire motion fluid and smooth.

This wave of rewards was satisfying; I was blooming with joy inside, but on my face, I still maintained that calm, poker-faced expression.

From breaking the door to the kill, it took no more than five seconds.

The classroom was dead silent.

Several girls in the seats on the left had their mouths open, eyes wide, completely stunned.

What are you looking at? Haven't you seen a handsome guy save the day?

On the right, the reaction of that group of ghost students was even more exaggerated.

Several ghosts that had been restless were now frozen in place after witnessing their companion being insta-killed by an axe.

Although no expressions could be seen on their faceless faces, their body movements betrayed everything.

Shoulders slightly retracted, fingers gripping the edge of the desk tightly.

One ghost student's leg was even trembling unconsciously under the desk.

Fear! These ghost things were actually afraid.

Cowards, I cursed silently.

Fang Che slammed the handle of the fire axe against the terrazzo floor.

Thud!

The sound made all the ghost students tremble in unison.

"Alright."

Fang Che's gaze swept across the room; his voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strong sense of oppression.

"If you're in class, then study properly."

"You are not allowed to bully classmates, and even less allowed to lay a hand on the teacher."

He paused for a moment, then spoke again.

"Understand?"

No ghost student dared to move an inch.

These things were quite the bullies to the weak and cowards to the strong.

On the podium, Teacher Qin Bing couldn't hold on any longer.

The intertwining of fear and relief made her legs go weak, and she collapsed to the side.

It was as if Fang Che had eyes in the back of his head; he set the fire axe on the podium, took a side step, and his left hand steadily wrapped around her waist.

Teacher Qin Bing crashed into Fang Che's arms.

Her nose pressed against his warm chest, and that masculine scent mixed with sweat drifted into her nostrils.

Beside her ear, she could hear the strong heartbeat transmitted through his chest.

Beat by beat, it made her head spin.

She suddenly realized that she was being held in the arms of a boy several years younger than her, and her cheeks instantly burned red.

Teacher Qin Bing hurriedly put on an awkward expression, but for no reason, a flutter of excitement rose in her heart, and all sorts of chaotic thoughts popped up.

I'm dead, I'm dead, why is my heart beating so fast!

My usual dignified demeanor as an educator has all gone to the dogs.

"You... I'm fine, let go..."

Teacher Qin Bing struggled to push him away, but her voice was so weak she couldn't even hear it herself; it was soft and limp, without the slightest bit of strength.

Fang Che didn't let go immediately; instead, he lowered his head slightly, his lips almost brushing against her earlobe.

The warm breath made Teacher Qin Bing's ear tingle.

"Teacher Qin, you were quite brave just now, but your strength still needs improvement. After we clear the dungeon, I'll help Teacher Qin with some remedial lessons."

Just that one sentence.

Teacher Qin Bing's earlobes turned completely red, the heat spreading from the tips of her ears all the way down to the base of her neck, and her legs couldn't help but tense together.

What is this brat talking nonsense about!

Having been a mentor for so many years, able to handle hundreds of students with ease, she was now being held in the arms of a boy, listening to him whisper in her ear, and her heart rate was completely chaotic.

"Let... let go of me, the students... are still watching..."

Her voice carried a plea.

Fang Che withdrew his hand, held her shoulders, and sat her down on the chair next to the podium.

This woman's waist is quite soft.

I remained calm on the surface, but secretly made a mental note.

As his fingers withdrew, they brushed against her back, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Separated by a layer of school uniform fabric, Teacher Qin Bing's body trembled clearly.

Fang Che didn't stay at the podium long; he picked up the fire axe and turned to walk to the back row.

As he passed the aisle, the ghost students on both sides subconsciously shrank back, afraid of touching him even slightly.

He sat down in an empty seat by the window in the last row, and the fire axe leaned against the desk.

Fang Che crossed his legs, leaned back against the chair, his posture casual.

"Alright, Teacher Qin, continue the class."

Teacher Qin Bing pinched her palm hard, forcibly suppressing the heat on her face, and stood up again.

She picked up the chalk and turned to face the blackboard.

Her hand was still trembling slightly, but her voice had stabilized.

"Open your textbooks to page thirty-seven."

No ghost student dared to voice any objection.

These bastards, usually used to being arrogant, were quicker to cower than anyone else when faced with a tough opponent.

The remaining half of the class became the quietest classroom in this building.

The ghost students were all incredibly well-behaved, their sitting postures more standardized than military training.

Occasionally, one or two wanted to move, but as soon as they heard a cough from the back row, they immediately froze, not daring to breathe too loudly.

Fang Che half-closed his eyes to rest, but his mind was analyzing what he had just obtained.

[Name: Student Nameplate]

[Type: Special Item/Pass]

[Quality: Rare (Blue)]

[Effect: After wearing, you can safely pass through the high school classroom area without triggering traps and patrols in this area.]

Added to the previously dropped student ID card, he already had two items in his hand pointing to the same place.

Ring-a-ling—the bell for the end of class rang.

The moment the bell rang, all the ghost students stood up in unison and walked out of the classroom in a line, their movements so uniform it made one's scalp tingle.

In the classroom, only the living remained.

Teacher Qin Bing put down the chalk, walked quickly to Fang Che's side, and lowered her voice.

"Fang Che, I found this in the drawer of the teachers' office."

She took a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and unfolded it.

There was only one sentence on it, written in a scrawled hand.

[After evening self-study, do not take the west staircase. It doesn't lead to the rooftop—it's the Fourth Floor.]

Fang Che took the note and looked at the words "Fourth Floor" on it.

Just then, the broadcast system emitted a noise.

Then, a female voice echoed through the campus.

"The Cafeteria is now open for lunch; all students and teachers are requested to go and eat."

"Those who do not arrive by the deadline will be considered... to be truant."