Chapter 213 Evil Spirit 9

Wang Peng covered his head and fell in the corridor. A blood-stained shadow appeared in front of his eyes. Zhang Yanhui was walking out of a classroom not far ahead. His skin was bloodless and as pale as a wall painted with white paint. His eyes were dark and empty, but his lips were bright and eye-catching.

Wang Peng began to tremble all over.

The person in front of him was dead. He couldn't control his body, let alone his vocal cords to stop making any sound. He almost fainted the moment he looked at Zhang Yanhui.

“Ah! Ah… ghost, ghost!!!”

…

Let’s go back three months, to the eve of winter vacation.

At that time, Wang Peng had recovered and returned to school, and the news of Zhang Yanhui was spreading all over the class.

Some said his mother was a prostitute, and some said Zhang Yanhui was also in the same business, otherwise how would he get the money to treat his mother's illness and support his daily life and tuition? Everyone spread these rumors with great confidence, and there were even half-naked photos of Zhang Yanhui as evidence.

What's even crazier is -

Some people say that Zhang Yanhui got the title of math class representative because of an improper relationship with his math teacher, and that Zhang Yanhui's excellent math grades are because his math teacher gave him special tutoring after class. As for the compensation... those who understand will understand.

Wang Peng was completely confused. A few days ago, he was severely beaten by Fang Zhengxiang because he reported Fang Zhengxiang's affairs to the teacher. Now he has recovered and returned to school. Although he dared not meddle in other people's affairs, he found it hard to accept the explosive news he suddenly heard.

"Is this true? The first part is barely believable, but the latter part... Zhang Yanhui had excellent grades before coming to Class 4... Also, couldn't he just be doing a legitimate part-time job to make money? He had to label him with such a nasty reputation..."

Their deskmate Li Qiaoyan also disagreed, but their conversation was overheard by Fang Zhengxiang's lackey Xiaopang in the class, who threatened them: "Are you the two who are speaking up for Zhang Yanhui? Otherwise, I'll ask Brother Fang to come over and personally explain everything to you two!"

The two of them fell silent immediately.

After that, Zhang Yanhui became more and more silent. They didn't even have the courage to approach and talk to him. Even if some of them didn't believe the rumors, they didn't dare to disobey Fang Zhengxiang's orders. In the eyes of ordinary students, Fang Zhengxiang's deterrent power was comparable to the most terrifying existence. No one was willing to risk their life and health for an unrelated classmate.

Over time, Zhang Yanhui became a invisible person in the class. Even the math teacher didn't know what was going on. He scolded Zhang Yanhui in class every day for being undisciplined and bringing shame to the school. Finally, one day, Zhang Yanhui, covered in injuries, received news that the school had ordered him to drop out.

He, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly exploded, fought with Fang Zhengxiang, grabbed his collar and fell out of the window.

Zhang Yanhui died on the spot.

Fang Zhengxiang was blocked by the branches outside the window, which cushioned his impact and only caused minor injuries to his legs.

After that, the school was quiet for a long time. A few days later, the boys in the physical education class who followed Fang Zhengxiang started beating and insulting each other. They used the most brutal methods of beating, and some even died from excessive bleeding.

Later, more and more similar incidents happened in the school, and the news that the evil ghost was coming back to take revenge spread in the school. In an instant, everyone was in panic. Until one day, everyone saw with their own eyes that the outside of the Qinxue Building was covered with red paint.

When I looked closer, I realized it wasn't red paint, but hot, boiling blood.

It's him.

They all knew that he had come back for revenge.

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The black mist bound to their limbs controlled them, making them act out the scenes of bullying Zhang Yanhui day after day like puppets. Amidst the constantly unfolding scenes of violence, indifference, and ridicule, the hostility hidden deep in their hearts was aroused, becoming more and more intense as the performance was repeated over and over again.

In the first replays, the students trapped in the school were still able to maintain a normal mentality, but as the number of replays increased, hostility dominated their minds, making them more indifferent and gloomy. Deeper and deeper hostility surged from their hearts, and then fed back into the black mist that constituted the original resentment, making the entire Epiphyllum Town shrouded in dark energy full of resentment and curses.

People gradually become more selfish. It is not so much a change as it is the existence of resentment that stimulates the truest desires in their hearts. Those dark thoughts, without the constraints of morality, grow unrestrained and wantonly.

For example, Wang Peng has a sense of justice in his heart, but also a cowardly side. Under the influence of hostility, he did not become crazy, but felt guilty the moment he thought of what happened.

He cried, "I, I never hurt you! Please don't kill me, please let me go, I don't want to die..."

Zhang Yanhui stood beside him, looking at him with empty eyes. The blue and white school uniform he was wearing gradually returned to its blood-stained appearance before death. Gorgeous blood flowers bloomed on the white fabric. Even though he turned into an evil ghost, he was still so beautiful that it was breathtaking. Instead, he peeled off the protective film of the mediocre human shell, revealing an even more stunning and bewitching charm.

He asked, "Have you seen her?"

The cold voice is like a quietly flowing swamp in a dark forest, which will take the life of passers-by without knowing it.

The boy in the corner trembled all over. Zhang Yan turned around and looked at the girl next to her, her red lips slightly parted. "Tell me, where is she?"

The girl covered her head and screamed.

Zhang Yanhui frowned slightly, walked away from the noisy environment, walked to a quiet place, and continued to ask passers-by over and over again, "Where is she? Have you seen her?"

He was an evil spirit formed by resentment and hatred. When he first appeared, he should have killed everyone here and buried them with him. But as time passed, he did more and more, just using the evil spirit's ability to control people's hearts, controlling them and making them replay every scene that caused him pain and despair over and over again, in order to increase his hatred.

——Only when hatred accumulates to a certain level can he devour everyone without hesitation.

This time, his hatred had already reached its peak. He thought he could take revenge, but he didn't expect that there would be changes.

Zhang Yanhui covered his empty and cold chest with his hands. His dark eyes were ruthless and desireless as he wandered around the corridor to investigate. Those who were running in front of him and blocking his view were pushed away by him. At the moment when his resentment was heaviest, the contact of his palm with the skin of a living person was like being poured with boiling water. The person who was touched wailed and fell to the ground, covering his red and swollen arm.

Zhang Yanhui ignored him and asked, "Have you seen her?"

Who is it?

He clenched his palms, trying to carve the paper with the name on it into his empty heart.

Wherever he passed by, everyone screamed miserably, and no one could tell her name. Could it be that everything was just his imagination?

At this time, he had long forgotten the resentment he had when it first formed. He just wanted to snuggle up to her. Only by being by her side could he end this dead and confused state.

The surging blood seeping in from the window instantly spread over the entire ground. These blood flows connected to his body, and he swam forward aimlessly until one moment, he felt the touch of the blood flow transmitting back to him.

—It enveloped her.

These blood streams filled with filth and hostility retracted all their sharp thorns the moment they touched her, and wrapped her with the softest and warmest inner layer, like delicate petals gently closing to form a harmless bud.

Zhang Yanhui was stunned for a moment, then suddenly took a step and ran towards the floor where she was.

Calling her name in my heart——

Jiang Chunmian, Jiang Chunmian, Jiang Chunmian...

He saw the girl huddled in the corner. He only saw her in his eyes. The rushing blood protected her. His silent heart began to beat again, "It's true, it's true, it's true..."

The moment he turned the corner, the whites of Zhang Yanhui's pure black pupils gradually showed, his paper-white skin turned slightly blood-red, the bright red color of his lips faded slightly, and the school uniform soaked in blood also became clean and spotless.

The crazy scene, the Qinxue Building that was about to collapse, turned back into a fictional normal campus environment the moment Zhang Yan looked back and saw Jiang Chunmian.

He gradually quickened his pace and ran towards Jiang Chunmian. At the moment when the steel knife was about to touch Jiang Chunmian, he rushed into the blood flow, replaced the blood flow, and used his cold and broad shoulders to block the damage inflicted on Jiang Chunmian.

“Hmm—”

Zhang Yanhui groaned.

Tighten your arms.

"Jiang Chunmian."

The corners of his lips raised high, greedily sniffing her unique scent, "Don't be afraid."