Immortal in Horror Game: She is the Fortune Teller!-Chapter 281 - 276: Strange Divine Academy 21

The players turned their heads to look behind them and were almost scared out of their wits.

Those female ghosts, some crawling, some running, twisted and crazily lunged toward them as if they were going to devour them.

Josh reacted quickly and had already run far, using Spider Silk to put distance between him and them.

Susan and the others weren’t so lucky. Unable to run fast, and as a healer, she couldn’t even protect herself, let alone the NPCs around her.

Josh didn’t pay attention to these people; she simply led Erin to the base of the statue.

With the statue’s blessing, those female ghosts dared not come near.

On the other side, the men’s dormitory wasn’t much better off, with screams echoing continuously.

Soon, someone noticed Josh and Erin under the statue.

The moment they saw Josh, it was like seeing a savior. They hurriedly ran towards her, completely forgetting how they previously looked down on this "worthless" E-rank spiritual power.

More and more people gathered under the statue. When Susan arrived with her NPC, she looked as disheveled as a madwoman, but the girl next to her never appeared.

Soon, Qian Duobao received Susan’s message and brought the boys to the statue as well.

However, the area blessed by the statue was small, only enough to accommodate some people; many remained outside the Divine Light, where female ghosts leapt upon them, biting their arms and legs.

Josh ignored them and turned to look at Erin beside her, only to see she’d somehow been pushed outside the Divine Light, with several female ghosts about to pounce on her.

Her face tightened, and she quickly cast a Divine Light.

The female ghost hit by the Divine Light let out a miserable cry and instantly turned to ashes.

Erin was pulled back by the Spider Silk, her face pale with fright.

Josh’s face darkened: "Stand still. How could you get pushed out? Are you a fool?"

Erin pursed her lips, somewhat timidly: "They also want to survive. If I don’t give up my spot, they’ll be eaten by the monsters."

Josh: "..." suddenly missed the unpurified Erin.

She smiled slightly: "Then you might as well die."

Erin pursed her lips, looking at her awkwardly, and whispered: "I know you’ll save me. You’re my good friend."

"Sorry, but I’m not."

The others noticed the commotion on this side, saw the Divine Light could repel these monsters, and all hurriedly took out their Divine Light to use.

Everyone here had passed the first test and had Divine Light in their hands.

Later, they discovered that even without attacking with the Divine Light, simply keeping it lit would drive the female ghosts away.

Josh yawned, having not slept well for days.

She turned her head, using the Spider Silk to swing herself and Erin up onto the statue’s right hand.

It held a book, laid flat like a small bed, enough to lie down five or six people.

These monsters, no matter how audacious, dared not touch the statue.

Josh tied Erin to the side and lay down to sleep with peace of mind.

The statue emitted a faint glow.

The noisy crowd below gradually quieted down.

A beam of light flashed, and Erin fainted.

A small blanket descended from the sky, landing on Josh’s belly.

She didn’t notice, turned over, and continued sleeping.

Half-awake, Josh seemed to hear the sound of someone reading aloud.

Someone lightly tapped her from behind.

Josh quickly turned around and saw the person behind her.

The Pope.

The Pope wore a holy and immaculate white robe; black, complex characters shimmered and flowed on it, as if imbued with divinity.

Gems fragments and water droplets circled around him, and a transparent white veil floated and wrapped around him.

Even his lips had turned to a normal pale pink.

Josh raised an eyebrow slightly, "Your Holiness the Pope?"

The Pope smiled, his expression impossibly gentle: "It’s me."

Impossible.

The Pope she had encountered before seemed sacred and dignified, like a god, but his aura and gaze looked more like a ghost crawling out from hell.

She had exchanged glances with him before.

In his eyes, countless young girls screamed in despair, struggled in mud, and fought madly.

His eyes contained hell.

And were nothing like the person before her now.

If someone could disguise themselves like this, Josh could only lament being deceived.

The Pope rubbed her small head: "Today, you haven’t brought me a Little Flower."

Every morning and evening, Josh would take the time to place a small white flower in front of his statue.

She always felt like she was offering to the dead, and each offering would reward her with a corresponding favorability bonus.

Over the past few days, she had accumulated dozens of points, and now the Pope’s favorability was at 45.

Josh blinked; surely, he hadn’t chased her into her dreams just for a flower?

She thought for a moment and found an excuse: "Being chased, I forgot."

The Pope raised a hand to pinch her cheek, black air swirling in his eyes, hell about to stir, ready to erupt: "Don’t forget."

Josh took the opportunity to activate Super Sensing and sensed familiar emotions.

The same as when she was almost bewitched by the Mermaid King.

Is it affection?

Josh nodded, looking at him with passionate eyes: "I won’t forget."

Thankfully, the Pope quickly released his hand, and the fervor in Josh’s eyes faded.

He frowned slightly, his beautiful features like a perfect Greek statue, veiled in soft light, stunningly beautiful.

Josh, looking closely at such a face, even felt a twinge of guilt for lying.

His Holiness the Pope lowered his gaze to her: "Just now, you seemed different?"

His expression was so sacred that anyone facing such an untouchable visage would feel ashamed of their lies.

More effective than any judgment.

Josh’s heart sank, but when she looked up, her expression was calm, "What was different?"

The Pope looked at her deeply, light flashing in his golden eyes, the depths of hell well hidden.

He slightly parted his lips, his voice low, like a lover’s whisper in her ear: "The look in your eyes just now, I really liked it."

Josh appropriately showed a hint of guilt, turning her head away from him, like a girl caught daydreaming about love.

The skill must not be discovered, or she’d be in deep trouble.

The Pope looked at her intently, light yet dense eyelashes casting deep shadows in his golden eyes: "You are my most faithful follower, and you’ll never leave me, will you?"

Josh nodded: "I will."

The Pope chuckled lowly: "Good."

He leaned down, about to kiss Josh.

For some reason, Yuze’s voice flashed through Josh’s mind, sternly telling her not to be lovestruck, no early love allowed.

Startled, she instinctively drew back.

The Pope’s gaze darkened, grabbing her, pulling her close: "You’re lying?"

An overwhelming aura and spiritual pressure erupted from him.

Josh was suppressed, unable to move, forced to meet his gaze.

The high and mighty deity seemed to shed its holy veneer for a moment, revealing black raven wings, a chilling despairing hell spreading from his eyes.

The once bright and cheerful Divine Academy instantly lost its light, turning into an eerie, terrifying, grotesque wasteland.