Chapter 128 - Ding! Combat Skills Learned

As night fell, Vincent sat under a tree and looked at the moon in the sky. He was thinking of ways to deal with the ghosts.

The Tricolor Lion Brothers' mission was to deal with ghosts. His mission was to survive for two days and one night. After some speculation, Vincent guessed that the missions were all inextricably linked to ghosts.

Plus, ghosts liked to appear during the night. Therefore, the night was the most dangerous.

None of his current abilities allowed him to deal with ghosts. Plus, as a human, he was naturally afraid of ghosts.

Humans were afraid of the unknown and ghosts were the unknown to humans.

Whoosh! A gust of wind suddenly blew over. Vincent could not help but shiver. He felt like he was being targeted by something.

This was a completely different feeling from the time he was targeted when he fought against the Tricolor Lion Brothers.

Vincent was wary. Could it be that a ghost had appeared under the night sky?

He did not know what it was. He looked at his surroundings. He could feel that his surroundings looked slightly different from the day.

As for what was different, he could not tell.

For some reason, he felt irritated. This resulted in him becoming more frantic, and even angry.

He did not know where the sudden anger came from. However, it was precisely because he did not know anything that caused him to become more irritated.

This formed an endless cycle…

The more agitated he was, the more he could not figure it out. The more he could not figure it out, the more agitated he became.

Vincent panted heavily and tried his best to calm himself down, but he could not do it.

His eyes were red. They were flickering with a ruthless light.

"Ah!"

Suddenly, Vincent roared loudly and punched the ground in front of him. He felt unsatisfied and punched the ground again.

He punched the ground repeatedly and left a huge crater in front of him.

After half an hour, Vincent finally felt better. He exhaled a mouthful of turbid air and the redness in his eyes slowly faded. Nevertheless, he could still see that there was some madness in the depths of his eyes, but he could not tell of the changes.

At the same time, he looked at the huge crater in front of him. He was surprised.

Did he make this? Why did he feel a little absent-minded?

Vincent had some self-doubt, but he chose to not pursue the matter any further. He just shook his head, turned around, and left.

He wanted to look around. It was not a good idea to wait around like this.

In Blizzard School, the teachers were all looking at the students through the photographic stone. Every single one of them seemed to have gone crazy.

Some were rubbing their heads vigorously, some were waving their weapons aimlessly, and there were even some who were irascible and shouting.

"What's wrong with this group of children? They don't seem normal!"

Some teachers were frowning and muttering amongst themselves.

The other teachers who heard their comments nodded. The students were reacting weirdly.

"Principal, there won't be any problems with the students, right?" asked a teacher cautiously.

The Tricolor Lion Brothers had died during the day. This was already a great loss to the school. If the school suffered any more losses, their hearts would ache.

After all, they were all chosen from the best. Although they were not considered very strong in Blizzard School, they would be considered treasures in other schools.

The principal shook his head slightly and did not say anything. He fixed his eyes on Vincent. He did not move.

Vincent gave him a huge impression. He felt like there were too many things about Vincent that he could not explain.

For example, a level five creature battling against a level six creature. Although he was at a disadvantage, he was still able to suppress the other party. He even managed to kill the other party in the end and remained unscathed. This was too abnormal.

It was not even a level-up challenge. Plus, who would be as relaxed as Vincent when they win a battle?

Another example was when he was being harassed by a ghost. Although Vincent displayed a normal reaction, his recovery was very fast.

Others were still troubled, but Vincent was fine after a few hits.

The spiritual power of the Beast Race was generally kept underground. This was because they were affected by spiritual power. A ghost's attack was mainly based on spiritual power.

However, it was not effective on Vincent!

The principal himself would not have been able to recover as easily as Vincent if he was being attacked by ghosts.

There were still many problems!

Vincent's way of dealing with problems was too strange.

This made him pay more attention to Vincent unconsciously.

In addition, Vincent's background was like a white piece of paper. Even if he was an orphan, his past could not be so clean. His whole past could be explained in just one word!

Begging!

That was all they had on Vincent. It seemed simple, but it was not simple at all.

In the Obsidian Dimension World, Vincent did not know that he was being targeted by the principal. Of course, even if he knew, there was nothing he could do.

He had already reached his limit in trying to conceal his identity. If he were to deliberately conceal something, he would definitely reveal a flaw. It was better to just continue what he had been doing.

A strange mystery was better than an unreasonable mystery.

The former only made people feel strange. The latter would result in death.

Vincent walked around the village under the night sky. He looked around, but he did not know what exactly he was looking for. He just felt like there was something that he needed to find.

The madness in his eyes grew more and more intense. If anyone who knew ghosts saw Vincent at that time, they would definitely notice that his entire body was exuding an abnormal blood-red aura.

This was due to the loss of his energy and blood. There was excessive consumption of effort. It was something that ghosts liked the most.

Vincent pushed open the door and entered a courtyard. He saw bright lights and heard loud voices. Cups were clinking. It was very lively.

What was going on?

When he was exploring the village during the day, he did not see anyone else other than the new and old students.

Vincent was curious. He raised his leg and was about to step in when the scene before him suddenly changed.

Weeds grew everywhere and the place was dilapidated. Rather than calling it a courtyard, it was more like a broken wall.

Vincent stopped moving. He was confused.

Just a moment ago, it was a happy scene. How did it become like this in the blink of an eye?

"Ghost…," muttered Vincent.

The madness in his eyes became even more intense.

The scene in the courtyard changed again when he pushed open the courtyard door.

Suddenly, it became dilapidated again.

The two scenes changed alternately. Vincent's pupils changed as the scene changed, constricting and expanding.

The energy and blood in his body surged causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

"Come in! Come in with us! See how happy we are!"

"Come in! Come in! Join us and become one of us. Let us live in this pure land of bliss for all of eternity..."

Vincent heard whispers in his ears trying to lure him in. He felt a wave of exhaustion that went to the depths of his soul. He felt good listening to this voice. He wanted to rest there forever.

"Ding! Detected D-Class ghost clan combat skill 'Spirit Lure'. Do you wish to learn it?"

The system's notification suddenly sounded, giving Vincent a big fright before he woke up abruptly.

What was he thinking earlier?

He actually wanted to stay!

As Vincent woke up, the crazed look in his eyes slowly faded.

At the same time, a somewhat ethereal sharp whistle rang in his ears.

"Ah! B*stard! B*stard! Who ruined my plan? B*stard! I'll kill you!"