Prohibit Certain Players from Contacting the Dungeon NPC!

Chapter 39: West Private High School

"Ouch!"

One second Mu Miao was lying comfortably on the bed, the next he landed on the hard ground, his butt hitting the floor. The pain jolted him awake, and he lay sprawled among the white gauze, unable to get up for a long time.

It was the same white dress as yesterday.  Through the thin gauze, the mottled marks on Mu Miao's wrists and neck were clearly visible.

They were dense, varying in color, clearly showing the intense possessiveness of whoever had left those marks on him.

Mu Miao was helped up by the surrounding white ghosts. They were very tolerant of him, helping him to sit down before drifting back to their dance.

Mu Miao rubbed his sore backside, his eyes vacant.  【001, why am I being used as a workhorse again?】

001, woken up in the middle of the night, was also sleepy. He yawned, equally drowsy. 【I guess you're the only free NPC in this world. Who else would they use?】

【Huh?! What are those marks on you? Did someone beat you?】

They were purple and blue, looking terrifying.

001 was shocked. This little fool had been bullied like this while he wasn't paying attention?! Unacceptable!

Mu Miao looked down and calmly replied: 【This ah, from kissing Song Qi.  We kissed like this.】

001: 【...Never mind.】

And this little fool really isn't shy at all.

Although 001 is straight, he's surrounded by gays, so he’s seen it all.

Mu Miao leaned his head against the wall, quietly watching the girls dance the beautiful Giselle. The girls' pure white dresses were gradually turning pale pink.

That's the accumulation of resentment on their bodies. Once they transform into red-clothed vengeful spirits, they can break free from the control of this place and take revenge at will.

Mu Miao cupped his face in his hands, sighing. That would also be the end of this instance, meaning he would be separated from Xi Junchi again.

He felt a little reluctant.

Mu Miao shook his head, not wanting to think about such troublesome things, and continued to watch the pretty girls dance.

His empty spot remained unfilled. Everyone moved like pre-programmed automatons; beautiful, yet revealing a numb, mechanical quality.

Mu Miao stared at the empty space, wondering why that missing NPC hadn't appeared.

Mu Miao pondered, but drowsiness attacked him again. After several hours of tossing and turning, his body ached, and he felt nothing but tired.

"I'll never kiss Song Qi again," Mu Miao thought drowsily, but recalling the comfortable feeling Song Qi's kisses brought him, he hesitated.

"Alright, I won't kiss for that long."

"Ah—let me go! Let me go!"

Just as Mu Miao was about to fall asleep, a piercing scream suddenly startled him awake. His eyes, misty with sleep, blinked in confusion as he looked towards the source of the sound.

"Huh?" Mu Miao saw a boy dressed in the same white dress as him. He recognized the boy as the ghost from Principal Wang's office earlier that day, and in his hands, he dragged half a person—Principal Wang.

Principal Wang was cut in half at the waist, leaving only his upper torso. His intestines trailed on the ground like a mop, leaving a trail of blood wherever they passed.

Yet, he still retained his consciousness, experiencing the extreme pain and fear firsthand, unable to escape.

He let out a "hehe" sound from his throat, his eyes bloodshot. He yelled at the boy, "Fu Wenyang, kill me! Go on, kill me! Hahahahaha—you're afraid, aren't you? You're a coward, a coward who's afraid to even kill!"

Principal Wang shed his gentle demeanor as a teacher and began to curse at Fu Wenyang, "You lowly, filthy scum, it's your fortune to be used by me! Do you think anyone will care if you die? I'll tell you, no!"

"Your parents got the money, they're happy as if they'd given birth to a fat son. The truth is, their son was used and died to get that money. They know, and they're laughing happily."

Fu Wenyang's eyes were emotionless, only the resentment on his body grew stronger. He dragged Principal Wang towards the other ghosts, who gathered around him.

Surrounded by a swarm of ghosts, Principal Wang had gone mad. He laughed hysterically, pointing at each of them and mockingly laughing, "Hahahahahaha—your whole lives, you're just for people's amusement! Giving you the 'superior goods' quota is already enough for you. You should be grateful, you deserve it!"

Mu Miao felt a chill run down his spine. Principal Wang continued to laugh, his laughter shrill and terrifying, more like a ghost than any ghost present.

At that moment, he seemed to realize something. Teacher Zhong's recklessness, the school's protection, the death of the poor dancers, the 'superior goods'...

All of it pointed to a terrifying conclusion.

This noble school treated students who relied on their academic performance and lacked background as commodities, dividing them into different tiers for their amusement. Perhaps it wasn't just them; more people in high positions were involved.

That's why this matter had never been discovered.

After Fu Wenyang joined, Mu Miao suddenly noticed that there were many boys in this group. Most of them were slender, their long white dresses covering their whole bodies, blending perfectly with the girls.

Under the pure white gauze, were mottled marks.

Unlike his consensual relationship with Song Qi, this was an invasion they couldn't resist.

He and they might have resisted, but the result was becoming souls, dancing the lonely and sad Giselle again and again in their beloved dance studio.

Mu Miao silently watched the white ghosts tear Principal Wang's body apart, crushing each part under their feet. After a while, only limbs and dismembered parts remained on the clean floor.

Their white gauze had completely turned red. The pale moonlight shone through the window, illuminating this bloody and satisfying revenge.

The vengeful spirits were formed, the bright moon instantly stained with the red of blood.

The vengeful spirits in the dance studio swarmed out. Mu Miao silently followed behind them, his heart heavy. His white dress was still white.

It stood out among the sea of red.

Mu Miao walked slowly, trailing behind the group. He was worried that the vengeful spirits around him would recognize his different identity.

But they didn't care.  Even the girl next to him looked at his white dress, admiringly saying, "White is still the prettiest."

Mu Miao looked up, his eyes full of sorrow, "You look very beautiful too."

"Thank you," the girl said gracefully, lifting her skirt and curtseying to him in a courtly manner. She suddenly took a few steps forward, her scarred hand resting on Mu Miao's cheek. She curved her eyebrows and smiled, "Don't be afraid, we'll protect you."

"No one will hurt you again."

"So, keep wearing white, okay? We all like white."

Mu Miao's eyes welled up, "Okay."

That night, Mu Miao watched as they killed one teacher and student after another from the school. Their dresses were no longer white, but like blooming roses, a dazzling, captivating red.

Mu Miao was well protected. The white ghosts had the least resentment and were the weakest, but he was surrounded by many red vengeful spirits, safeguarding the last bit of white.

Another player was caught and torn apart, and the green light from Mu Miao's fingertips entered his body.

【This instance's ghosts are leveling up so fast. There are so many red-clothed vengeful spirits. Who can stand against them?】

【It's strange. Isn't the white one still mixed in?  Logically, powerful ghosts would devour the weak ones. Why are the red ones protecting the white one this time?】

【Is the white one that dumb little sister? It looks like her figure.】

【Dumb, it's the dumb little brother!】

【Dumb, it's the dumb little brother wearing a dress!】

【Whoa! I discovered something! Those are all kiss marks on him?! The white gauze can't even hide them!】

The sun rose unusually slowly that day, but the light pierced through the thick clouds and poured down. The boys and girls slowly faded into the darkness, leaving Mu Miao alone in the sunlight.

He reached out to touch the beam of sunlight, and the warmth dispelled the chill on his body.

Mu Miao imitated their movements, slightly bending his knees, lifting his skirt, and gracefully bowing.

He strolled through the campus, watching students with backpacks appear out of thin air in places that were previously empty. They laughed and played with their companions, just like ordinary high school students.

No one would ever guess they were dead.

Mu Miao also saw Jiang Qianliu.

The moment Jiang Qianliu took form, he saw Mu Miao. His eyes instantly filled with joy, and he raised his hand to greet him. But in the blink of an eye, Mu Miao vanished without a trace.

"Hallucination?" Jiang Qianliu rubbed his eyes, confirming that Mu Miao was gone. His shoulders slumped, and he walked listlessly towards his classroom.

At the villa.

Mu Miao opened his eyes in Song Qi's arms, meeting Song Qi's gaze.

Song Qi's eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep. He buried his head in Mu Miao's neck, his voice hoarse, "Don't disappear without telling me next time, especially at night. I'll be worried."

Mu Miao was startled. He hugged Song Qi, feeling the warmth of his body, "Song Qi, why are you a teacher at West?"

"To go undercover," Song Qi told him without reservation. "Fang Lingwei suspects that West is conducting illegal transactions. The disappearance rate and accidental death rate of students at this school are abnormal."

Mu Miao lay in his arms, his eyelids drooping, "I went back to West last night. I know what happened."

Song Qi's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he reached out to rub Mu Miao's hair, "If it's too hard, you don't have to say it. The truth will come out eventually."

Mu Miao's emotions, bottled up all night, burst forth. His eyes instantly turned red, and tears streamed down his face, "No, I want to tell you."

"The school's upper echelon sells students with ordinary backgrounds as commodities. They send the good-looking ones to others to satisfy themselves, and they sell the organs of the average-looking ones…"

"I… I don’t really understand," Mu Miao's voice choked, his tear-filled eyes full of confusion. "Why can humans do such cruel things to their own kind? I don't understand."

"They're so young, some of them haven't even turned eighteen. They just want to dance…"

In the end, Mu Miao was sobbing uncontrollably.

Song Qi's eyes showed clear shock. The truth behind it was clearly a big shock to him as well. He silently patted Mu Miao's back, gently comforting him.

Song Qi spoke softly, "How about we don't go to school today? I'll get you excused."

Mu Miao shook his head, his voice muffled, "I have to go."

He hadn't figured out who the missing NPC was yet. Mu Miao had a hunch that he had found that person, and everything would be revealed.

At the school gate, just before getting out of the car, he tilted his head up and pecked Song Qi's lips, suddenly confessing, "Out of all humans, I like you the most."

Song Qi smiled, rubbing his hair, "The honor is all mine."

Song Qi needed to go to the police station in the morning. After dropping Mu Miao off at school, he rushed to Fang Lingwei to tell him what he learned from Mu Miao and make plans for the next steps.

All the way, Mu Miao keenly sensed something was wrong. He left at dawn, and the atmosphere then wasn't as silent as it was now.

Every student he passed by had a lifeless expression and vacant eyes. Mu Miao even noticed that they had corpse spots appearing on their hands.