ebonymovies Chapter 95 Preparations
Chapter 95 Preparations
After watching the two figures disappear, Lin Feng looked at the three remaining people, his gaze calm:
"So, next up are the four of us. Now I'll explain the initial plan."
He held up his fingers and listed them one by one:
"First, immediately verify whether the 'dog hole' marked on the map actually exists, and assess its concealment and security."
"Second, find weapons. We cannot face a possible battle unarmed."
"Third, and most importantly, we need to practice the awakening and control of strong negative emotions so that when facing the 'Lord of Laughter,' we can compress all negative emotions and detonate them instantly to deliver a fatal blow."
Fourth, win over the orange cat.
Wasim rubbed his hands together, eager to get started: "Let's begin with the first one, and scout out that dog hole first!"
The four of them immediately set off, heading towards the restricted area behind the school.
The closer we got to the back of the mountain, the thicker the fog became, and the temperature dropped noticeably, creating an invisible sense of oppression.
Soon, they arrived at the tall barbed wire fence.
The only passage—a heavy, rusty iron gate—was tightly locked with an unusually sturdy-looking brass lock.
Behind the door, two figures in security guard uniforms stood there like statues.
Their faces were blurred, their features indistinct, and an ominous black aura swirled around them.
Noticing the approaching four people, the two security guards turned around at the same time. A crimson halo suddenly lit up in the eyes of their blurred faces, and the black aura around them instantly became as thick as ink!
The four quickly avoided eye contact and walked briskly to the right. Only then did the two security guards slowly turn back, the crimson halo in their eyes gradually fading.
After walking about two hundred meters to the right along the barbed wire fence, I came to a corner of the wall where the weeds were growing exceptionally lushly.
Lin Feng stopped in his tracks: "This should be it."
He parted the layers of withered, yellow grass stems, almost half a person tall, and searched carefully.
Soon, a hole was found at the bottom of the fence.
The opening is not large, about forty or fifty centimeters in diameter.
"The map is correct, it definitely exists." Lin Feng's eyes brightened.
"I'll go in and scout ahead," Evelyn volunteered.
As a special agent, her infiltration and reconnaissance abilities are undoubtedly the strongest in the team.
Lin Feng nodded in agreement, and Anna whispered a reminder: "Be careful."
Evelyn said no more. She was already slender, and she bent down and slid into the dog hole with the agility of a feline, making almost no sound throughout the process.
The next second, her figure had completely disappeared into the shadows on the other side of the wall.
Inside the walls was an even more desolate and lifeless scene than outside.
The withered trees had twisted branches, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of rotting leaves.
The abandoned school building stood in the center of the field of vision like a huge black tombstone.
Evelyn held her breath and used the terrain as cover to quickly approach the teaching building.
She went to a black window, trying to wipe it or look for a crack to peek through, but failed—
The black glass seemed to be a tangible darkness, completely impenetrable to the eye.
Evelyn didn't dare to venture in. After confirming the external route, she quickly retreated the way she came.
When she crawled out of the dog hole, the three of them breathed a sigh of relief.
"How is it?" Lin Feng asked.
Evelyn brushed the dirt and grass off her clothes and said quickly:
"The glass of the teaching building was covered with a black cloth, and I couldn't see inside at all, so I didn't dare to go in."
"However, we've basically figured out the route to the teaching building, and the dog hole is definitely a blind spot for the guards."
"That's enough," Lin Feng nodded. "Confirming the route's feasibility is already a major gain."
Next is the issue of weapons.
"We can go check the security room; maybe we can find something like batons," Vassim suggested.
Lin Feng shook his head: "I've studied the previous ghost story instances, and what can effectively damage the supernatural is often not traditional physical weapons."
"They are more afraid of things with 'exorcising' properties, such as peach wood and cinnabar in Eastern legends, crosses in the West, or... certain items containing special 'filth', such as 'red dragons'."
"What is a red dragon?" Anna asked, puzzled.
Lin Feng explained, "In folk metaphysics, this item is called 'Red Dragon Silk' or 'Red Dragon Cloth,' and it is regarded as a combination of extremely yang blood and impurities."
"It has a strong 'contamination' and spell-breaking effect on strange entities that rely on evil energy or pure spirits. It can burn them and interrupt their attacks."
"This may be one of the most readily available 'weapons' that are effective against the supernatural."
Evelyn pressed, "What is it?"
Lin Feng said in a slightly embarrassed voice, "It's... a sanitary napkin that a girl has used."
Anna and Evelyn froze at the same time, and long, thick black lines appeared on their foreheads simultaneously.
Wasim said, "It's better to believe it than not! Go back and pick a few pieces from the bathroom trash can, it won't take much effort."
The two women exchanged a glance, and finally nodded solemnly: "Understood."
Lin Feng continued to devise a plan: "It might be difficult to obtain crosses and cinnabar. We can try to find peach trees on campus and get some branches to make peach wood sticks."
Vassim suddenly had a brilliant idea: "We can tie the 'Red Dragon' to it later and enchant it!"
Lin Feng nodded approvingly: "Good idea."
The four immediately began searching the campus. After nearly an hour, they finally found a few peach trees at the edge of a sparsely populated grove behind the laboratory building.
They selected branches of moderate thickness and relatively straightness, broke them off with great effort, roughly removed the small twigs, and made four simple peach wood sticks, each of which they hid in their sleeves.
"Alright, that's all we can prepare for now," Lin Feng concluded. "Let's go back to the dorm and put the peach wood sticks away, then we'll go to the cafeteria for lunch together."
"Practice controlling your negative emotions each evening, and make sure you master it."
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At eight o'clock in the evening, Lin Feng sat cross-legged on the bed, closed his eyes, and tried to awaken the deep-seated negative emotions.
Several fleeting recollections failed to stir any emotion, until he allowed his consciousness to sink into the deepest recesses of his memory—the shadows he least wanted to touch.
That was the locker room for my junior high school basketball team.
The image is so clear it's almost blinding:
He is now alone in the face of defeat after missing the game-winning shot in a crucial match.
At that time, his best friend, who was also the team captain, snatched the basketball that he cherished in front of all the team members—it was the first standard-sized basketball that his late grandfather had given him.
Grandpa clumsily drew a pair of tiny stars on both sides of the ball, saying that this way "the ball can obediently follow him like the stars."
That was a unique basketball in the world, belonging only to him.
The captain slashed the basketball horribly with a utility knife, accompanied by a screech of dejection and a piercing jeer:
"Do you think you can score goals by holding this broken ball? You're trash, you should face reality!!"
At that moment, the excruciating pain of having his dignity pierced by the most trusted brother's most vicious words, and the fury of having his grandfather's last wish destroyed, instantly engulfed him.
This scorching torrent suddenly awakened within him, surging through his limbs and bones.
Lin Feng's breathing instantly became heavy, veins bulged on his forehead, and his clenched fists cracked.
A near-violent force surged through his chest, roaring and yearning to tear something apart—
Become!
A cold flame ignited in Lin Feng's eyes; he wanted this negative emotion that was enough to burn everything!