My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 109: Yucai Middle School 10

And sure enough, the next second, he heard her blood-red lips part and utter: "Go clean the teachers' office building restroom."

Alarm bells shrieked in his mind. The bold, red-lettered warnings he'd seen on the forum slashed across his thoughts like knives:

[There are no restrooms in the teachers' office building! None!]

[If anyone asks you about them, you must say the restrooms are in the classroom building!]

[If anyone orders you to go to the restroom, refuse at all costs!]

[If you see a restroom in the teachers' office building, jump out the window—you heard that right. At least jumping gives you a fifty percent chance of survival.]

Yang Fan's first instinct was to grab He Fei and leap from the window. But Zhang Minglan seemed to read his thoughts.

"I know it's your first time here in the office building. You're unfamiliar, can't find where the restroom is."

And then, smiling softly, almost like a truly kind, considerate teacher, she added—"It's alright. I'll take you there."

Zhang Minglan's hands pressed down on Yang Fan and He Fei's shoulders, shoving them toward the door.

He Fei realized, to his horror, that despite all the years he had spent doing heavy labor at construction sites, he couldn't even break free from the grip of this woman.

No—was Zhang Minglan really human? Is this the power of ghost or monster? Despair welled up in He Fei's chest.

Zhang Minglan forced them along, pushing them straight toward the restroom. The pitch-black restroom loomed ahead like some monstrous maw opening to devour them whole.

"Teacher—" Yang Fan was still struggling. "The classroom windows aren't clean. We can take on the job of cleaning every classroom for the rest of the week!"

He Fei too had realized how dangerous the restroom was. He stammered out, "Teacher, I—I'm afraid of the dark. Punish me any way you like, just don't make me go in such a pitch-black place..."

But Zhang Minglan had already made up her mind. It was about time to offer a sacrifice to the thing inside.

And if Ms. Wan's earlier words really had hinted that something inside had changed, well—these two students would make perfect test subjects.

Zhang Minglan pushed with force, sending both of them into the restroom, and at the same time, slammed the door shut.

Yang Fan and He Fei tumbled headlong into darkness. The only light came from a few faint, greenish signs close to the floor.

It took several seconds before Yang Fan's eyes adjusted. By the dim glow, he barely managed to make out his surroundings.

It was an old-fashioned restroom, with rows of stalls. From the gaps of some open stall doors, faint red glimmers leaked out.

Yang Fan edged toward them cautiously, only to realize they were sticks of incense burning in the corners. By now, the incense had burned most of the way down, nearing its end.

What now? Yang Fan's mind was a tangled mess.

The restroom was far too dangerous—no investigator had ever escaped from it.

The forums didn't even contain any rules for what to do once inside. The only warning was: never go near the restroom.

And at that moment, the enormous "eye" above was slowly opening.

Yang Fan forced himself to stay calm. Panic would do nothing but kill him faster.

At the very least, they hadn't died the instant they entered—so entering itself wasn't the trigger condition.

His gaze fixed on the incense burning in the stalls. Could these be the key?

He stared at the three sticks of incense for a while, then tried the stall next door. There too, incense burned in the corner.

And nothing bad had happened yet. Could it be the incense that was keeping them safe?

Frantically, Yang Fan replayed everything in his mind from the moment the Dean of Students shoved them inside, searching every detail for a hidden rule. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

However, just as Yang Fan was lost in thought, the three burning sticks of incense before him suddenly dimmed—two of them flickering as if they were about to go out.

Yang Fan's chest tightened. This is bad!

If the incense was what kept them safe, wouldn't letting it go out mean certain death?

He lunged forward instinctively, cupping his hands around the fading sticks, and blew a thin stream of air from his lips to feed the flames.

Wind feeds fire. Maybe that would coax them back to life.

The two dim flames flickers of flame did not disappoint—they glowed red, seeming to burn anew.

Yang Fan finally felt his tension ease slightly, only to realize that in those mere tens of seconds, his back had already been soaked in cold sweat.

He withdrew his hands, which had been hovering around the incense, and was about to continue observing his surroundings.

But at that instant, the two flames snuffed out completely.

Yang Fan froze where he knelt. A crushing despair seized his soul.

It felt as though every ounce of strength had been drained from him, as if the executioner's blade had already fallen.

Yet seconds dragged by, and nothing happened. He blinked in confusion. He was still alive.

Perhaps... the incense burning out wasn't connected to danger at all?

He let out a shaky sigh of relief and turned to look for He Fei.

By now, his eyes had grown more accustomed to the darkness.

In the dim greenish light, he saw He Fei sitting motionless on the ground, frozen like a statue.

Yang Fan thought that He Fei was simply too scared to move. He inched slowly toward He Fei, trying not to make a sound.

After all, no one knew whether noise might be the condition for death in this restroom.

Drawing closer to He Fei, Yang Fan reached out and lightly tapped his shoulder.

Slowly, He Fei turned his head, utterly silent.

It was far too dark to see anything clearly. What Yang Fan didn't notice was that He Fei's face was frozen in numbness and terror.

He Fei stared at Yang Fan for a full minute, then slowly lifted a hand, pointing upward, signaling Yang Fan to look.

At the same time, he himself tilted his head back, gazing at the ceiling.

Yang Fan followed his motion, craning his neck upward.

At first there was only darkness.

But faintly, he thought he heard liquid sloshing and rolling above—like bubbles rising through a deep ocean, thick and viscous.

He kept staring. Something was there, hidden in the shadows—a vague sound and a blurry outline.

Finally, whether his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, or the thing had come close enough, Yang Fan saw it.

A single, enormous eye.