Chapter 219 Evil Spirit 15

Fang Zhengxiang scratched his eyes with both hands and said excitedly, "I saw it with my own eyes! He grabbed my collar and threw me down. He lay next to me. His eyes, nose, and mouth were all covered in blood. He was lying in a pool of blood..."

"We were all deceived by him, all deceived by him! He turned into a ghost to seek revenge and kill us all... Yes, he deliberately affected my memory, repeating my past experiences over and over again to drive me crazy... You, don't believe him, he is a ghost, and he wants to kill us all!"

Zhang Yanhui's expression turned cold. Dark clouds gradually covered the sky and raindrops began to fall.

The murderous intent permeated him like a substance, even after enduring repeated cycles of violence, it had never been as intense as it was at this moment. His fear at that moment was that his true identity would be exposed to Jiang Chunmian. If she knew he was an evil spirit... He couldn't even think about it! He simply couldn't think about it!

He clenched his fists tightly, and unconsciously exerted force on the hand that was pulling Jiang Chunmian's sleeve. His face turned pale for a moment, and when Jiang Chunmian subconsciously looked at him, his expression quickly changed, revealing a puzzled and aggrieved expression.

"Jiang Chunmian." He pursed his lips and lied, "I'm not..."

"Of course I know you're not. What are you thinking?" Jiang Chunmian looked at him in disbelief and said, "That's Fang Zhengxiang. How can I believe what he says? If what he said was true, then I've been with you for so many days. If they wanted to kill me, they would have killed me long ago. How could I still be alive today? But you, why are you so nervous? If it's not true, then it's not true. Why are you acting so weird?"

The last sentence is just a very casual complaint.

Jiang Chunmian thought she was still rational. She would not blindly believe Fang Zhengxiang's words, nor would she blindly trust Zhang Yanhui. She carefully broke down the process of their interactions and thought carefully in her mind before coming to this conclusion.

...After all, Fang Zhengxiang's words were well-organized and well-reasoned, and did not seem like random fabrications. Moreover, with his personality as a school bully, he probably didn't have the brains to make up such a bizarre story.

But Zhang Yanhui was a decent person. He would tell her stories when she couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, prepare a hearty breakfast in the morning, and even ask questions when Jiang Chunmian needed to consolidate her knowledge...

From this we can see that Fang Zhengxiang is crazy.

It is unknown why he made up such a bizarre story.

"I, I'm afraid you will be influenced by him." Zhang Yanhui whispered.

Jiang Chunmian: "No, how could he possibly influence me."

"That's good." Zhang Yanhui breathed a sigh of relief. The hand that was pinching her sleeve moved slightly to her wrist, then she grabbed her wrist and looked vigilantly at Fang Zhengxiang opposite her.

When Fang Zhengxiang saw that Jiang Chunmian didn't believe him, he suddenly felt suffocated.

"Well, you don't believe me...you actually believed the words of a ghost, so I will kill both of you today!"

He raised the hacksaw high and ran towards the two men.

With Jiang Chunmian by his side, Zhang Yan put aside his vicious thoughts. Afraid of being exposed, he could only hold her hand and run forward, with Fang Zhengxiang chasing after him relentlessly.

Fang Zhengxiang's eyes were bloodshot as he followed behind regardless. Compared to the evil ghost he kept shouting about, he was more like an evil ghost on the verge of collapse.

In the chaos, Jiang Chunmian stepped on garbage thrown by someone and suddenly fell down, dragging Zhang Yanhui down with him.

Seeing Fang Zhengxiang gradually approaching, Jiang Chunmian supported herself on the ground with both hands, trying to dodge to the side. However, due to the pain of falling, she temporarily lost control of her legs. She shouted loudly: "...Wait a minute! I just heard it all confused. Tell me more... If you tell me the details, I will believe you!"

Fang Zhengxiang's eyes suddenly lit up: "Really? You're willing to believe me...Okay, I'll tell you...I saw him with my own eyes that day..."

Zhang Yanhui's face was gloomy, and his usually clear and clean black eyes were stained with an unknown layer of turbidity. The rain intensified, and the cold water droplets hit the ground, and the splashing water was also cold, just like the bone-chilling coldness of winter. The sound was mixed with a hint of chill that was hard to ignore.

"Jiang Chunmian, don't trust him!"

Jiang Chunmian's attention was forced to shift to Zhang Yanhui. She said those words with the intention of comforting Fang Zhengxiang and gaining a chance to escape. Zhang Yanhui should understand, but why was his reaction so big? It was so big that she gradually began to have terrifying speculations in her heart.

Could it be...

Before she could form any guess, she saw Zhang Yanhui rushing towards her. She hugged her head reflexively and was instantly pulled into his arms, with the fresh scent of soap. She was stunned for a moment, without time to think about it. The pain of her back hitting the ground brought her back to her senses.

“Puff—”

The familiar sound of a sharp weapon cutting through flesh.

Her heart suddenly stopped beating, her thoughts were blanked out, and she widened her eyes in disbelief, but everything in front of her was dark. Her eyes were covered by Zhang Yanhui's palm, tightly covered without leaving any gaps. The blocked vision intensified her inner uneasiness. She thought of the hacksaw in Fang Zhengxiang's hand.

The teeth of the saw were sharp, and Fang Zhengxiang was in a state of madness when he committed the crime. He chopped it down with the knife... and the consequences were unbelievable.

The surging grief overwhelmed her chest, and her tears flowed out, covering her face. Her voice was choked and trembling: "Zhang Yanhui... Zhang Yanhui, talk to you... Are you still alive..."

No response.

Where she couldn't see.

The sharp steel saw dug into Zhang Yanhui's thin spine.

Cold sweat broke out and his cheeks turned pale due to the severe pain. His palms still firmly covered Jiang Chunmian's eyes. Fang Zhengxiang's arrogant laughter came from behind him.

He said complacently: "Hahaha, that's all you have, you were easily killed by me..."

The second half of the sentence got stuck in my throat.

Right in front of him, Zhang Yanhui's clothes were ripped open by a hacksaw, revealing the bright red flesh beneath. Blood gushed out from the wound, mixing with raindrops as it fell to the ground. The strong smell of blood spread. The blood-stained raindrops suddenly condensed and agitated, gradually transforming into a slender, blood-red figure...

Countless bloody figures rose in the rain and fog.

What was even more horrifying was the wound on Zhang Yanhui's back. The blood there gradually gathered together and solidified into a familiar human face. A delicate and beautiful face was revealed. The difference was that the face on the back had a grayish skin color, and thick dark red liquid kept flowing out of its eyelids, nostrils, and corners of its mouth, just as Fang Zhengxiang had described before.

——It was exactly the tragic scene of Zhang Yanhui falling to the ground.

Fang Zhengxiang's hand holding the hacksaw suddenly stiffened, and goose bumps the size of beans appeared all over his body. The chill penetrated inch by inch along his tailbone to the back of his head. In a short moment, his legs became weak and he fell to the ground.

“Ghost…Ghost…Ghost!!!”

In the rain and fog, tall and thin ghosts gathered in front of Fang Zhengxiang. They looked exactly the same, with pure black pupils without white, which clearly reflected Fang Zhengxiang's terrified face. He roared wildly and shouted for help. In the end, he felt his throat was blocked. The handsome young man squatted in front of him, gently covering his eyes with his fingers. Fang Zhengxiang took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, there was nothing in front of him but the vast rain and fog, and a corpse that was gradually swallowed by the black shadow in the rain and fog... It was a familiar face. Fang Zhengxiang touched his face and felt blood on his hands. Until the corpse disappeared in the rain and fog, his consciousness also completely dissipated.

The evil thoughts condensed in the rain disappeared with the disappearance of the corpse. The cold raindrops gradually became crystal clear, and the initial coolness disappeared, becoming warm and soft like spring petals.

Even the puddles carefully avoided Jiang Chunmian's position, not daring to wet her clothes at all.

…

Jiang Chunmian was in a trance for a moment, surrounded by the sound of rain hitting the ground violently. When the rain gradually subsided, she took a breath and came back to her senses. Thinking of her current situation, she hurriedly called Zhang Yanhui's name.

"Speak, Zhang Yanhui, are you still alive..." Tears fell like beads from a broken string, wetting the palms that covered her eyes.

Zhang Yanhui's stubborn words rang in his ears: "Don't believe what he says, don't believe what he says, don't believe what he says!"

Even if Jiang Chunmian trusted Zhang Yanhui, she still felt that his nervousness at the moment was a little weird, as if... as if it confirmed Fang Zhengxiang's words. However, Jiang Chunmian didn't have the mind to think about anything else at the moment. Her mind was filled with the sound of a sharp object piercing her flesh.

"Let go of your hand! Let me see your injury." She tried to push Zhang Yanhui away, but she wasn't strong enough to push him away, and she didn't dare use too much force for fear of aggravating his injuries. After waiting for a moment, feeling the palm leave her, Jiang Chunmian opened her eyes and looked around. There was no sign of Fang Zhengxiang, so she put aside her doubts and looked at Zhang Yanhui's expression.

The hacksaw had long been pulled out by the shadow. Zhang Yanhui sat on the ground, his face pale and slightly dazed. Blood gushed from the gaping wound on his back, which flowed onto the ground and stung Jiang Chunmian's eyes. She lifted the bicycle and helped Zhang Yanhui sit on the back seat, instructing him, "Hold on to my waist and hold on tight. We're going to the hospital now."

"……good."

Zhang Yanhui lowered his eyes and sat in the back seat as he said. He put his arms around her waist. His pale face lingered in Jiang Chunmian's mind. She pedaled the bicycle with a grunt and said soothingly, "Just bear with it, hold on for a while, we'll be at the hospital soon!"

Zhang Yanhui's pupils were still a little dark, as deep as a bottomless black hole. Fortunately, Jiang Chunmian was too anxious to notice.

He pursed his lips and leaned his face against her back, and his trembling heart was slightly soothed.