Old Domain Bizarre

Chapter 10 Red Strip
Inside the model airplane room, with a "thud," Pan Dongzi landed directly on the ground and bounced, letting out a painful scream.

When he finally came to his senses, he was shocked by Zhang Wenda's miserable state. "Mouse... what happened to you? Are you alright? What happened to you?"

On the verge of fainting, Zhang Wenda had a thought pop into his mind upon hearing this: "Why is he surprised? Isn't this kind of thing normal for him too?"

Pan Dongzi, sweating profusely with anxiety, looked around and suddenly remembered something. He quickly picked up a bottle of liquid happiness that Zhang Wenda had collected and poured it down Zhang Wenda's throat.

Zhang Wenda, who had been completely unconscious from the pain, suddenly felt lightheaded, and the pain in his body quickly subsided.

He didn't know how much time had passed, but when he sat up again, he saw his classmates gathered in a circle, looking at him nervously.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Zhang Wenda said with a smile. Perhaps because of the liquid happiness he had drunk, although his body was still in excruciating pain, his negative emotions had significantly decreased, and he was even somewhat happy.

How to describe this feeling? It's both painful and joyful, a kind of self-harming feeling.

"Rat, how can you still laugh? Doesn't it hurt?" The bespectacled man next to him pushed up his nose and stared at Zhang Wenda's body in astonishment.

“It hurts, but so what? Some things you have to do even if you know it will hurt.” Zhang Wenda said, taking out his student handbook and writing a line on it with one hand: “Save others is forbidden.”

After considering the level of intensification, he added a sentence at the end: absolutely prohibited.

After finishing writing, Zhang Wenda looked at the other classmates and said casually, "Alright, this is nothing to me. My experience is much richer than yours."

"What experiences have you had?" Glasses asked curiously.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wenda's pupils contracted slightly, then he shook his head and struggled to his feet. "Forget it, there's no point in explaining this to you. Does anyone have any candy in their pockets?"

However, he only received shakes of the head from the others. Seeing their expressions, Zhang Wenda could only sigh helplessly. Before the effects of the liquid's pleasure wore off, he grabbed the broken arm and forcefully straightened it.

Seeing that the others were still looking worried, Zhang Wenda said, "What are you all standing there for? Go do your work, I'm fine."

"You're in this state, should we tell Teacher Rabbit?" Glasses asked, pushing up his nose.

"No need, no need, I'm fine. I'll just go out and find a lollipop to eat."

Zhang Wenda quickly spoke up, saying that he really didn't want to deal with that rabbit teacher who he didn't know was human or ghost.

Seeing Zhang Wenda say this, the others stopped talking and left the corridor in twos and threes, heading towards other classrooms.

Zhang Wenda glanced at the time and realized it was almost 5 o'clock. He would be able to leave soon. Although the process had been a bit complicated, it wasn't a big problem, and he could finally leave.

The important thing is that he has found another pattern to the rules.

However, upon glancing at the meager amount of liquid happiness left, Zhang Wenda felt a pang of heartache. He had finally managed to find such a small amount, only to have it all used up.

"Mouse, thank you so much for saving me! Don't worry, I still have two lollipops at home, I'll give them to you when we get out!" The chubby boy next to him was extremely moved. If it weren't for the other person saving him, he would have really fallen in.

"No, is this about the candy? Why didn't you tell me that there would suddenly be a gap in the model airplane room? You've been here several times already!" New scars were placed on top of old ones, causing Zhang Wenda to almost faint from the pain.

The fat man looked completely innocent. "No! It wasn't like this before. Those holes were very rare and small. In the past, at most one leg would get stuck. I've never seen a situation where a whole person could get stuck."

"I didn't want to either. That gap was terrifying, and once I went in, my body ached terribly." "Alright, alright, I guess I'm just unlucky. You go ahead and do your thing. I'm going to rest for a bit." Zhang Wenda closed his eyes and leaned against the wall.

"It's okay, I'll take care of you."

"Go do your own thing. You talk as if you're so good at taking care of people. You've already killed seven goldfish."

Hearing this, Pan Dongzi looked a little embarrassed. "Then...then you should rest well. I'll collect some more. Don't worry, they're all on you." As he spoke, he took out two Water Margin cards from his pocket and stuffed them into Zhang Wenda's hand. One was Wu Yong, the strategist, and the other was Lu Zhishen, the monk.

"Remember not to go to the model airplane room. Close the door and don't let anyone go there. It's too dangerous."

"I know, I know."

Zhang Wenda didn't pay much attention to the two cards, just casually stuffed them into his pocket. After seeing that Pan Dongzi had left, he turned his head to look at his right forearm.

There were layers upon layers of wounds there, but deep inside the wounds was something that looked like a red tattoo.

A sense of confusion arose in Zhang Wenda's mind. "That chubby guy wasn't light either, so why did I suddenly become so strong back then? Was it because of this?"

He brought his arm close to his face and examined it carefully for a while. Through the various scars, he noticed that the red color inside had faded considerably.

After smacking his lips a few times with the stick in his mouth, Zhang Wenda frowned slightly. "What exactly is this?"

With great effort, Zhang Wenda stood up. He clenched his fist and slammed it against the wall, instantly gasping in pain.

"No, that doesn't seem right. What happened back then?"

Zhang Wenda carefully recalled the previous situation, as if a surge of anger welled up in his heart, an irrational emotion that wanted to destroy everything.

"I'll give it a try." Zhang Wenda took a deep breath, recalling the most infuriating thing in his life. Suddenly, his eyes widened, and he swung his right hand with a low growl, slamming it against the wall.

With a muffled thud, the sound echoed down the corridor, and a small dent appeared in the wall. A hissing sound followed, accompanied by the flickering of the overhead light bulbs, causing the corridor to dim and become intermittently lit.

This situation startled Zhang Wenda, who thought he had broken the electrical wires inside the wall. Fortunately, after a while, everything returned to normal.

At that moment, he looked at his arm with excitement, and as he clenched and unclenched his fists, he knew that he couldn't possibly only encounter bad luck.

Although I don't know why the crack caused by the flashlight would appear this way, having this thing has significantly improved my self-defense capabilities.

"This thing is awesome! This is way better than smashing things with a flashlight!"

Zhang Wenda kept trying and discovered that this force could be adjusted according to his inner emotional changes. Even at the weakest setting, he could easily lift a 50-kilogram weight.

"It seems like the red color in this red strip runs out after it's used up. So how do I replenish it after I've used it all up?" Zhang Wenda looked at his arm and kept scratching his head.

Just as he was pondering this matter, the light bulb above his head suddenly started flashing again.

Just as Zhang Wenda was nervously looking left and right, he saw other classmates running back with frightened expressions, some of the more timid ones even crying.

(End of this chapter)