"Ghost Blackboard?"
Everyone's pupils contracted slightly. This name was not unfamiliar to them.
The Ghost Blackboard was a Malevolent Ghost once discovered by Xia Country's Ghost Tamer Headquarters. Its function was simple—when someone asked it a question, chalk words would appear on the board, answering the inquiry.
However, the question couldn't be asked freely; it required a hefty price.
Typically, the cost was a human life.
Every time someone posed a question to the Ghost Blackboard, they would be drained of all their blood and die.
So far, among all the Malevolent Ghosts in the lab, the Ghost Blackboard ranked among the top in terms of both utility and strangeness.
"I don't recommend doing this," Luo Zhi immediately rejected. "Although it seems like it only requires a human life, the Ghost Blackboard is undoubtedly undergoing changes we don't yet understand. If the number of transactions increases, unforeseen consequences may occur."
"I understand that," Lu Pingchuan nodded. "But given how mysterious this 'gentleman' is, we should proceed with caution."
Hearing this, Luo Zhi swept his gaze over the crowd, his face expressionless.
"If all of you agree, then I don't mind trying it."
"Alright, let's do it," Lu Pingchuan decided.
Ten minutes later, inside a tightly sealed room, the group assembled.
The room's walls were covered in thick gold leaf, designed to block any ghostly energy emissions. Near one wall stood a blackboard mounted on a stand. Although it looked like a regular bulletin board, it was covered by a white cloth so its appearance was hidden.
Everyone present wore specially designed gold-rimmed glasses to block out some of the paranormal influence.
Soon, a death row inmate was escorted in. He had signed the contract beforehand—if he fulfilled the task, his family would receive a generous compensation.
Luo Zhi handed him a piece of paper containing the exact question to read aloud. Another professor lifted the white cloth from the board.
Rustle!
As the cloth dropped, a seemingly ordinary, pitch-black board appeared.
But everyone in the room grew visibly tense. Anyone who looked at the board without special protection would feel a deep, uncontrollable urge—to ask a question.
And now, the inmate's urge surfaced.
He opened the note and began reading:
"Tell me, who is the Ghost Tamer codenamed 'The Gentleman'?"
As his words echoed, everyone's eyes locked onto the blackboard.
For a few seconds, nothing happened.
Then the inmate's body suddenly convulsed violently. All the pores on his skin opened wide, releasing a mist of blood, as though some horrifying suction force was pulling it out.
In mere seconds, all his blood was drained and drawn into the Ghost Blackboard—absorbed without a drop left behind.
Creak...
A spine-chilling sound rang out. It felt as if some shadowy figure inside the board was scribbling with chalk.
Bloody characters began appearing on the surface:
"The Ghost Tamer codenamed 'The Gentleman' is..."
Each stroke, formed from blood, made the board look even more eerie and sinister.
Everyone held their breath, waiting for the final revelation.
Suddenly, the first stroke of the character was written—a short, horizontal line. But it abruptly stopped, as if interrupted mid-writing.
At that moment, a mysterious force began to seep outward, as if it was trying to trace the source of the identity.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen of a distant apartment, Chen Xuan, while cleaning dishes, suddenly paused.
"Hmm?"
He furrowed his brow and looked out the window, sensing—oddly—like he was being watched.
But the feeling vanished in an instant.
Crack!
Back in the lab, the blood writing on the Ghost Blackboard stopped after just one stroke.
Then, the board began trembling, as if facing some immense resistance.
"What's going on?" someone cried out. "The Ghost Blackboard has never reacted like this before!"
"Can't it reveal his identity? Who the hell is that gentleman?"
"No way... even a Malevolent Ghost incarnation shouldn't be able to break the Blackboard, right?"
As everyone speculated, a loud crack sounded. A fissure appeared in one corner of the board.
And in the next instant, all the blood writing on it vanished.
The room fell into dead silence. Everyone stared, dumbfounded.
The Ghost Blackboard... cracked?
After a long moment, someone murmured in a dry, trembling voice:
"What kind of existence is this 'gentleman'? Even the Ghost Blackboard can't bear the burden?"
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