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Hi guys, Yue here! Time to explain another pun.
Miss Zombie’s name is Chu Mo (初墨). Bai Wan deliberately mispronounces it as Xiong Chu Mo (熊出没), which sounds identical to the name of a popular Chinese cartoon, Boonie Bears.
In short—Bai Wan’s just trolling her. — Translator
“Hahaha, these dumbass forum trolls…” Su Yuening was in a great mood right now, finally free from Bai Wan.
What a beautiful day.
Still in her pajamas, she lay sprawled lazily on the bed. Watching Bai Wan make the classroom door vanish and trap Wu Di outside had her laughing out loud.
Finally, she wasn’t the only one suffering. Team Evil players, your suffering begins now.
Surprised? The door disappeared, huh?
Relax. This is just the beginning. Our dear Bai Wan hasn’t even shown a tenth of his power yet.
Grabbing popcorn, she kept refreshing the forums. When she got to the Liu Tong fan forum, Su Yuening burst out laughing so hard her stomach cramped.
She even replied: “That’s right! Let’s all protect our precious Liu Tong together!”
“Hahahahaha…” Dressed in sky-blue pajamas, Su Yuening rolled around on her bed, cackling.
…
Nightmare Haunted Campus, Class 204
Class was already in session. The one-eyed teacher was scribbling on the blackboard.
“Class, our first period today is Political Education. Repeat after me the key knowledge points of the Paranormal College Entrance Exam. As a qualified paranormal entity, one must possess the following core values:
“One: Always remain menacing. Never forget that no human is afraid of a funny ghost. A funny ghost has no future.
“Two: Always keep a clear head. These days, humans are cunning and immoral. Some of them even scam ghosts. Be cautious around such humans.
“Three: Love your country, love your campus. Be a high-quality paranormal citizen…
“Four…”
The ghost students below listened intently, some even taking notes.
Soon, Bai Wan and the others got a brief ten-minute break.
As expected, everyone made their way to the back of the classroom where a Green Skeleton Shop was waiting.
They had already noticed the Skeleton Shop during class, but couldn’t approach with the teacher around. Now that it was break time, everyone casually strolled over, all “coincidentally” gathering near the skeleton. Even though it was just a green-tier shop, there might still be something useful inside.
With that thought, they all queued up to shop. The green-tier Skeleton Shop clearly had lower access permissions than the dark-blood ones as players had to enter one by one.
Eventually, it was Bai Wan’s turn.
Seeing the familiar setup, he couldn’t help smiling. Unfortunately, he still didn’t see his old skelly merchant buddy.
He glanced at a nearby notice on the shelf:
[Dear customer players, apologies. Although I successfully found bandages that suit me last week, the thief wouldn’t give up. While I was buying more bandages, he stole my Ghostflame again. I must now go search for a new flame. Thank you for your continued support. The store is now set to auto-purchase mode. – Skeleton Merchant]
Bai Wan’s eyes widened.
That pile of bones! Slandering him again! Is it really stealing if he left payment? Did that one Paranormal Coin not count?
Maybe the coin had been too inconspicuous, and the merchant hadn’t noticed it. This is a huge misunderstanding.
He shook his head with a sigh. What a shame. If the merchant was here, he really wanted to hit him with a Kun-style dance move for some extra coins.
He turned his attention back to the items for sale. Everything was basic. Just like the stock on the Ghost Cruise, it was all low-grade stuff. Well, it was a green shop—hardly any good loot.
He browsed through the shelves.
A disposable toilet. A flashlight that never goes out…And a downright absurd one: a switch that could change the weather to thunderstorms.
What the hell was the point of that? Summon a lightning dragon or something? Raiton: Kirin?
Bai Wan was chuckling—until he froze.
Wait… hold on.
Didn’t he have that Misfortune bug skill? In a thunderstorm… if he applied Misfortune to an enemy…
The idea hit him like lightning.
This thing was actually useful. He could summon a Raiton Kirin!
It only cost 30 Paranormal Coins. He didn’t hesitate and bought it on the spot. Too bad there was a one-per-customer limit. Otherwise, he’d have a whole arsenal of thunderbolts ready.
He made a mental note to ask Captain Zhou Lu and the others later—if they had any of these, he’d buy them up.
After the purchase was complete, Bai Wan stepped out of the shop.
…
Class resumed. Bai Wan mimicked the ghost students around him, diligently taking notes.
And just like that, the morning classes ended quickly. Soon it was lunchtime.
As class dismissed, a system prompt echoed in Bai Wan’s mind. The Paranormal Club had arranged a lunch gathering. He was to join them in the cafeteria. He had no idea who or what the “Paranormal Club” was, but followed the prompt anyway.
The ghost school’s cafeteria resembled a typical college canteen. A horde of ghost students crowded together, scrambling for food.
“Move it, you knocked my arm off!”
“Stop shoving! I can’t find my eye!”
Watching the chaotic scene, Bai Wan found it hilarious.
So ghosts had to fight for their meals just like humans, huh?
He walked in and headed to the designated spot. Several students were already seated at the table. Every one of them wore black or white rope on their arms—clearly all players.
No one said a word. They all sat in silence, waiting. After a short while, every player had arrived.
Even then, no one touched the food on the table. The dishes looked straight out of the underworld—mysterious intestines mixed with God-knows-what, swarming with crawling bugs. Apparently these had been laid out ahead of time by the system. A little flavor of horror, perhaps.
The atmosphere at the table was tense.
Team Evil currently had four members: two men, two women.
The tall-legged beauty was there—Bai Wan’s deskmate. The other girl was petite, a loli type. Bai Wan figured she was probably MissZombie.
Of the two men, one was a greasy middle-aged man with a brutish face, while the other had sharp features and a faint smile—obviously a bigshot.
Sure enough, the handsome man reached out with a smile and said, “Family, it’s an honor. I’m Zhou Sen, president of the Paranormal Studies Club. My game ID is ‘Blank.’”
Bai Wan smiled back at the confident man.
So this is Blank. The guy who’d killed off numerous official elites.
Bai Wan extended his hand and said, “I’m Liu Tong. A pleasure.”
Zhou Sen moved to shake—but Bai Wan pulled his hand back and apologized, “Sorry. You never know if someone’s got a cursed handshake item.”
Zhou Sen froze for a beat, then laughed. “You’re overthinking. I don’t need items or tricks to kill you. Some people are just born kings. I’m one of them.”
The confidence was palpable.
Bai Wan clapped. “Impressive, Uchiha Itachi.”
Zhou Sen blinked. What the hell did that mean?
But he remembered someone saying the Family wasn’t quite right in the head… so he let it slide.
Then the loli piped up from Zhou Sen’s side: “Hey cutie, you’re kinda handsome. Wanna be my boyfriend? I might spare your life. Oh, I’m MissZombie and call me Momo. My real name’s Chu Mo—cute, right?”
Bai Wan nodded solemnly. “Sure, Xiong Bear.”
“Pfft—!” The long-legged beauty couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing at her teammate.
Chu Mo froze. After a few seconds, she caught on and screamed, “Excuse me?! My surname is Chu, not Xiong! I’m not from Boonie Bears, damn it!”
“My bad,” Bai Wan said, all smiles. “Got it, Miss Chu Bear.”
“You bastard!” MissZombie slammed the table, clearly ready to throw hands. But spotting the nearby cameras, she scowled and reluctantly sat back down.
“You’re such a troll, Family. I hope you stay this cheerful while you’re still alive.” Momo was fuming.
“Thanks for the kind words, Miss Xiong.”
“…”
“I said it’s Chu!!!” MissZombie was clearly losing it.
As for Team Good, there were five members including Bai Wan: three men, two women.
The two girls looked like students, and seemed to know each other in real life—they were clinging tightly to one another.
Of the two guys, one was a quiet-looking young man, and the other looked even younger—barely middle school age, at most.
All of them looked terrified. Total newbies.
Watching Bai Wan joke around with Team Evil left them in awe.
No wonder he’s the new star. He’s indeed the rookie king…
Then the greasy middle-aged man from Team Evil spoke up:
“Alright, Family, give me 1500 Paranormal Coins, and I’ll spare your mangy little life in this dungeon. Sounds good?”