Crossover anime/manga, immediately transmigrated after death

Chapter 104 Senior Sister Zi'an, shall we stay at the host's house for now?

Shuchiin gradually quieted down after school.

The bell for club activities had already rung, and only scattered footsteps and the distant sounds of the wind band practicing remained in the corridor.

Zian Yan packed her schoolbag and glanced at her phone.

Sarina sent a message: "Swallow, aren't you coming to the club today?"

Just as Zian Yan was about to reply, she suddenly felt a chill seeping from the wall, so cold it felt like something was staring at her from behind.

The classroom lights were still on, but the light seemed dimmer, and dark red patterns were faintly visible on the walls, as if they had been soaked in some liquid.

Zian Yan's heart skipped a beat, she blinked, and the dark red lines disappeared again.

Is it just my imagination?

She took a deep breath, told herself not to overthink it, and stood up to leave.

Just as she reached the door, a large amount of writing suddenly seeped out from the wall.

Dark red, blood-like writing twisted and emerged from the depths of the wall, layer upon layer, densely covering the walls, ceiling, and even the floor of the entire classroom.

"Go to hell, Zian Yan."

"What do you think you are? You're just good-looking."

"What are you pretending to be so high and mighty for? You're just a bitch."

"It's disgusting that they get so cocky when they're being pursued."

"You're just wasting air by living."

"Why not just die?"

"Why not just die?"

"Why not just die?"

The words were arranged randomly; some were crooked, some were neat and orderly, some looked as if they had been carved into the wall, and some were slowly seeping out, like tears or saliva.

The temperature in the classroom suddenly dropped ten degrees.

Zi An Yan's face turned pale instantly, and she subconsciously took a step back, bumping her back against the chair.

The blood-red words seemed to come alive, spreading along the wall and surging towards her.

Like countless insects, trying to devour her.

"Ah—!" Cang

Zi'an Yan let out a scream.

Hundreds of meters away. (Middle)

Zhang Yang and Hayasaka Ai were walking on the tree-lined path leading to the school gate.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two people as Hayasaka Ai pondered what to have for dinner.

Zhang Yang's steps suddenly stopped. (Group)

"what happened?"

"Someone is shouting for help." Zhang Yang's gaze turned towards the teaching building.

"How come I didn't hear that?"

Before Hayasaka Ai could finish speaking, a sharp sound of air bursting rang out beside her.

call out!

Zhang Yang has disappeared, leaving only a tiny hole the size of a coin that flashes by, and Hayasaka Ai standing alone in the same spot.

"..."

She sighed, "Here we go again."

In the classroom.

The blood-red words had spread to Zian Yan's feet, the twisted strokes wriggling like tentacles, trying to climb up to the tips of her shoes.

Zian Yan gripped her schoolbag strap tightly, her back pressed against the door, her breathing rapid, her heart pounding as if it were about to explode.

Just as the blood-red words were about to wrap around her ankles.

boom!

The back wall of the classroom was blasted open from the outside by a tremendous force, sending debris flying and filling the air with dust.

A streak of crimson-gold fire energy, like a dragon, pierced into the classroom, sweeping across the ground.

The blood-red characters emitted a sharp hiss the moment they came into contact with the fire, writhing violently as if a living thing had been scalded, before evaporating.

The entire classroom floor and walls were scorched by the fire, and the dark red bloodstains disappeared completely.

Zian Yan was forced to close her eyes by the heatwave and raised her arm to shield herself.

When she opened her eyes, she saw Zhang Yang standing in the drafty classroom, with a few wisps of crimson-gold flame still remaining in his right palm, his sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes carrying a sharp light.

He glanced around the classroom: "Are you alright?"

Zi'an Yan nodded, her voice still trembling: "I...I'm fine..."

Zhang Yang walked up to her: "Was that writing just now also part of the legendary ghost story?"

“I’m not sure,” Zian Yan said softly. “I don’t know what they are either; they just suddenly popped out of the wall…”

“It was the same in the haunted house last time.” Zhang Yang squatted down and rubbed his fingers on the scorch marks on the ground. “These guys all have one thing in common: their main bodies aren’t here; they only leave behind some attack methods.”

"Once the entire building is melted down, the main body should reveal itself."

Zhang Yang raised his hand, and a ball of fire energy condensed in his palm, ready to melt the entire building.

That way we can find the original body... perhaps.

Anyway, let's give it a try first.

Zi'an Yan quickly grabbed his hand: "No!"

Zhang Yang turned his head: "Why?"

“This is a school…” Zian Yan’s eyes had regained some clarity. “If you melt this building down, the whole school will have nowhere to hold classes tomorrow.”

Zhang Yang remained silent for a moment, then withdrew his fiery energy.

"...Okay, I'll do as you say."

Zi'an Yan's legs went weak, and she slid to the ground: "Thank you..."

"No need to thank me." Zhang Yang squatted down in front of her, his gaze sweeping over her face. "Are you alright? Were you touched by the blood-written words?"

“No…you came at just the right time.” Zian Yan lowered her head, her hands on the floor, her fingertips still trembling slightly. “Just now I really thought…I was going to die. The words…I felt they were directed at me.”

"Although it's in Japanese, it sounds like swear words from anonymous forums. Has the Will of Conquerors reached Shuchiin already?"

What is the consciousness of hegemony?

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the door.

Hayasaka Ai gasped for breath. "What happened?"

Zhang Yang gave a brief explanation.

At this time, more and more people were entering and leaving the corridor.

Some students passing by noticed something was wrong in the classroom and peeked around curiously. Several teachers also ran over.

"What's going on?!"

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"Zoyasu-kun, are you alright?"

One of the teachers had already taken out his phone to call the police.

Zhang Yang stood up and, facing the crowd that had gathered around him, explained, "The classroom's electrical wiring caught fire due to aging, and I just happened to be passing by and rescued people. It's nothing serious."

The teacher paused for a moment, then asked, "Is the circuit aging?"

He looked at the four melted walls and wanted to question Zhang Yang about why he treated him like a fool.

“Yes, the circuit is old. If all else fails, it could be a gas explosion.” Zhang Yang’s gaze swept over the students around him. “You should all go back. There’s nothing to see here.”

Everyone: "..."

I looked at the melted walls and the daytime performance of walking on air...

It's best not to ask any more questions.

……

About an hour later.

In the waiting room.

Koyasu Tsubaki held the canned hot coffee that Hayasaka Ai had bought from the vending machine, her hands pressed against the can, her pink eyes lowered, lost in thought.

Zhang Yang leaned against the window, gazing at the twilight outside.

Hayasaka Ai pushed open the door and walked in, holding a tablet computer: "Found it. Shinomiya Hiromitsu is really easy to talk to, and those police officers, they're all incredibly easy to talk to..."

Zhang Yang said seriously, "This is the power of a fist. Okay, what have they found out?"

Hayasaka Ai walked to the coffee table, placed the tablet on it, and a webpage was displayed on the screen.

An anonymous message board.

“A strange story has been circulating in Tokyo these past few days.” Hayasaka Ai swiped the screen. “Someone posted malicious comments about a specific target on an anonymous board. Once the comment is seen or liked by more than a certain number of people, the target will die with their name written in blood all over the wall.”

Zhang Yang leaned closer for a look: "How many people died?"

“In the past two days, seven cases have been confirmed.” Hayasaka Ai clicked on several news links. “A female college student in Shibuya, two office workers in Shinjuku, a high school student in Ikebukuro, a high school girl in Hokkaido… all of them died suddenly in their rooms, which suddenly exploded and turned into walls covered with bloody words. The police have not yet made any public announcements.”

She turned the tablet towards Zian Yan: "And this too."

Zian Yan looked up and saw a string of post titles displayed on the screen.

It's all about her.

"An Yan from Class 2A pretends to be innocent, but in reality, she has slept with countless men."

"Those eyes are seductive; she has a slutty face."

"We'll strip her naked and dump her at the school gate sooner or later."

"Kill this bitch."

Each sentence was more vicious than the last.

Zian Yan's gaze swept over the words, her expression surprisingly calm, and she even sighed softly: "So that's how it is."

Zhang Yang glanced at the comments: "On an anonymous board, is it possible to find the poster?"

“That’s the strange thing, there’s absolutely no way to shut down the website.” Hayasaka Ai shook her head. “The technical department and the police are arguing about it, and they even brought in top programmers from abroad, but they all say it’s not scientific.”

Zhang Yang walked to the window, gazing at the darkening sky outside: "Without finding the main body, even if I wanted to make a move, I wouldn't know where to start. This thing has such a wide range of activity; it can commit crimes both online and in real life simultaneously. What will you do if it does it again tonight?"

Zi'an Yan scratched her face: "Is there no other way, A-Yang?"

"I am not a god. Perhaps I am indeed very good at fighting, but that's all I am."

"Since the target is me, can't we just fish it out, like fishing?"

Hayasaka Ai glanced at her and suddenly spoke up: "In that case, I have a suggestion."

Zhang Yang turned his head: "What suggestion?"

"Let Zian stay with you for the time being."

Zian Yan blinked: "I live... I live at A Yang's house?"

“Yes.” Hayasaka Ai’s expression was very serious. “Otherwise what? Yan-senpai also said that the best way is for you to draw out the Blood Letter Ghost Story, and Zhang Yang to capture the main body, and then he will naturally follow suit.”

After a moment, Zian Yan and Chen Yi'an agreed that what she said made sense: "Thank you for your trouble, A-Yang."

Chapter 105 Why is there another one?

Zian Yan called home.