Chapter 225 Evil Spirit 21

Zhang Yanhui washed very quickly. Jiang Chunmian was so tired that he was sweating all over. He had just laid down on the sofa and hadn't even caught his breath when the bathroom door opened. Zhang Yanhui put on some clothes at random and put them on backwards. Only two or three minutes later, Jiang Chunmian got up and pushed him back to the bathroom.

"Wash yourself off before you come out."

She thought for a moment and shouted, "I won't run!"

She leaned against the wall for a while, her stomach growling twice. She opened the refrigerator and rummaged through it, taking out a box of yogurt. By the time Zhang Yanhui came out after washing it, she had already finished two boxes. A shadow fell over her, and she raised her eyes to meet Zhang Yanhui's gaze.

Zhang Yanhui took a towel and wiped his hair roughly. It was still wet. He said, "I'm done washing." Then he walked forward a few steps, very close to Jiang Chunmian. Noticing her gaze, he moved slightly closer to make it easier for her to observe.

Damp vapor instantly enveloped Jiang Chunmian. She wrinkled her nose, but the strong smell of blood disappeared. Her fear subsided. She looked at his face again. His pupils were still a little dark, but the whites were gradually showing. His skin was already pale, and without the blood to contrast, it was still acceptable.

Turning to look at his body, he had changed into clean home clothes, with slender limbs, revealing a clean and sharp breath after being washed by water. Jiang Chunmian nodded with satisfaction, relaxed the hand holding the yogurt box, continued to suck hard from the straw, and swallowed the last mouthful of yogurt.

She pushed the yogurt box in front of her and asked, "Can I drink it?"

Zhang Yanhui's gaze fell on her face, and the scene in his mind where she was scared to death in the infirmary faded. Jiang Chunmian was obviously much more relaxed. He raised his hand to wipe the milk stains on the corner of his mouth. It was not clean, so he licked it twice with his tongue. Zhang Yanhui looked away and took the box of yogurt. Before he could insert the straw, Jiang Chunmian reached out and held it down.

Jiang Chunmian asked him again: "Can you drink?"

Zhang Yanhui understood what she meant.

He wasn't a ghost in the common sense of the word, and he didn't even know if people would become ghosts after death. He was a shell formed from the resentment he held before his death, and every organ in his body, including his heart, was also formed from that resentment. He possessed the power to devour everything and bewitch everything. In fact, his sense of taste had long since disappeared, and he only judged the taste of food based on his previous knowledge.

When the food entered his mouth, it was like entering a large blender and was destroyed in an instant.

Of course you can eat.

But it's not necessary.

Some things didn't need to be explained clearly. He had panicked too much before, almost falling into madness. Now that his rationality had returned, he naturally understood his purpose. He couldn't let Jiang Chunmian be afraid of him, so he would not let her clearly understand the difference between them.

The more differences she knew between the two of them, the more frightened she became.

Zhang Yan replied: "I thought we were not strangers."

Jiang Chunmian's hand trembled as she held the yogurt. Zhang Yanhui took the container, inserted a straw, and drank two sips. Jiang Chunmian felt uncomfortable at his silence. Since arriving in Tanhua Town, Zhang Yanhui had been her closest friend. They had lived together for a few days, but today, a thorn had pierced her heart. She sat up straight, her head drooping.

Zhang Yanhui couldn't bear it, but he was also a little angry, and even more annoyed with her. Knowing that this was human nature was one thing, but experiencing it firsthand was another. Jiang Chunmian ran away from him mercilessly, leaning against the wall when she was close to him, as if he would hurt her! A murderous look gathered between his brows, and he moved to Jiang Chunmian's side.

A cold breath came over her. Jiang Chunmian turned her head to look, her eyes red. She blamed herself so much that before she could say anything, Zhang Yanhui reached out, touched her eyelids with his fingertips, and gently wiped them.

"Jiang Chunmian."

"……Um."

"Don't be afraid, don't cry."

"sorry."

"Why are you sorry?"

"I shouldn't have run. But I was so scared..."

Zhang Yanhui lowered his eyes and could see Jiang Chunmian's face. It was so close. She wasn't crying, but her eyes were red, her eyelashes were a little wet, and her eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. He stared at her blankly for a while, then his hands turned to pinch her shoulders. The resentment dissipated, and he said with some longing: "You won't be afraid anymore, okay?"

He said anxiously, "Jiang Chunmian, don't be afraid of me! I did what happened in school. I admit it. I'm not a gentleman. I will take revenge. I want them all to pay the price!"

Jiang Chunmian looked up blankly.

The hostility between Zhang Yanhui's brows subsided, but the resentment engraved in his bones could not be eliminated. It had long been integrated into his bones and blood. His eyeballs were covered with bulging bloodshot. He closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, there was only the sincerity and indistinguishable dark emotions that were familiar to Jiang Chunmian between his brows.

"...You once asked me what to do if the school was dangerous, and I told you not to be afraid, just hide from weird people. What I said was true! I can't control those people, but the ones I can control will definitely not hurt you! Jiang Chunmian, you are my best friend."

The two faced each other, tears streaming down their faces.

Zhang Yanhui's hands diligently wiped the tears from Jiang Chunmian's cheeks, but he had no time to take care of his own big tears rolling down his pale cheeks and falling into the hollow of his neck. Jiang Chunmian quickly took out a tissue and pressed it on the tears.

"I have a question," he asked, sniffling.

Zhang Yanhui blinked away her tears and said quickly, "Ask!"

Jiang Chunmian became embarrassed: "I'm afraid asking will hurt you, let me think about it."

"It's okay!" Zhang Yanhui wished she would talk to him more. He assured her, "You can ask anything! Anything."

Jiang Chunmian: "...They said you jumped off a building, but I don't believe it." Despite having only spent a short time with Zhang Yanhui, Jiang Chunmian believed he knew him well. He was shy and kindly spoken, but once he made up his mind, no one could interfere. At such a young age, he managed to care for his critically ill mother while balancing his studies. How could such a man end his life over rumors?

The college entrance examination will be held in a few months, and he has excellent grades. This is the easiest way for him to escape from his current situation, and he can't give up on his own!

"I suspect you were framed! Otherwise, why would you jump off the building?"

Zhang Yanhui's gaze was fixed on her: "What if that's the case?"

"Call the police and have him arrested!"

"What if there's no evidence?"

Jiang Chunmian thought intently, clenched his fists, and shouted, "Then go scare him! Scare the person who framed you to death!"

Zhang Yanhui smiled, with the corners of her lips raised high. His palm had already slowly slid from her face to the back of her hand, but Jiang Chunmian didn't notice. He tightened his palm slightly, and the clenched hand seemed like a burning flame.

The heat made his heart shrink suddenly.

"Yes! I didn't want to jump off the building," he said.

The most difficult days were over. Zhang Yanhui's goal was clear: ace the exams, leave Tanhua Town, and carve out a life for himself. He capitalized on his time, reciting knowledge while working, consistently taking first place on exams, with a significant gap between him and the runner-up. The closer the Gaokao approached, the more nervous he grew. He had already laid out his plans for the future, and he was proceeding accordingly. But as that tension tightened, it also cut off all his options for retreat.

Being beaten was nothing, being insulted and slandered was nothing. As long as he was still breathing, as long as life continued to move forward, the college entrance examination was his only chance to change his situation, and he would not let it go. Even if his head was broken and bloodied, he would crawl until that day came.

He pinned all his hopes on the college entrance exam, a balloon that was constantly inflated, growing ever more inflated, loaded with excessive expectations. If he wasn't careful, it would burst! Zhang Yanhui was not a lucky man. His journey was full of ups and downs. His feud with Li De made him completely invisible at school, and Fang Zhengxiang's constant harassment was even more troublesome. However, he gritted his teeth and endured it all. The school, out of respect for its reputation, ordered him to drop out.

At that moment, the volcano erupted, magma rolled, and the forest fire was as fierce as a Tyrannosaurus Rex. The narrow road along the way was suddenly shattered, the rocks collapsed, and Zhang Yanhui's world was plunged into darkness! He couldn't breathe, as if he was being carried deeper into the depths by the flames, and the road was filled with scorching magma.

Li De's ridicule was unbearable to him, his flesh and soul seemed to be torn apart, he watched his every move calmly and indifferently in the void, the people who got the news were boiling with excitement, Fang Zhengxiang swaggered in front of him and openly declared that it was all his "credit"!

Zhang Yanhui was furious. He grabbed Fang Zhengxiang's collar and punched him hard. He was like a mad bull, and no one dared to get close to him. Fang Zhengxiang was slammed against the window by his fist, and half of his body fell in mid-air, teetering on the verge of collapse! Then, in the chaos, he and Fang Zhengxiang both fell to the ground...

It's just that his luck is not very good.

Zhang Yan replied, "That day was the eve of winter vacation. Fang Zhengxiang came to Class 4 again. I started fighting with him in the classroom. I didn't notice the windowsill behind me, and we both fell."

Jiang Chunmian frowned: "You are not such a restless person, why would you follow him..."

Zhang Yanhui interrupted her directly, "Even the calmest people can sometimes lose their composure. I lost control that day and started a fight with him, leading to the current situation."

"real?"

Zhang Yan replied: "It's true!"

There were some things he didn't need to tell her in detail. He could just bear those painful experiences and disgusting realities alone. Zhang Yanhui forced a smile, his eyes showing, and he returned to his normal self. He said, "Only two boxes of yogurt? I'll go cook!"

Jiang Chunmian grabbed his wrist and wanted to ask a few more questions, but she was hit by a sharp pain. She hadn't pulled the back of her head when cleaning the corridor, but now it was shaking and she groaned and leaned back on the sofa. Zhang Yanhui's face turned pale. He knelt down beside her, carefully supporting her head with both hands, and asked repeatedly: "What's wrong? Does it hurt? Let's go to the hospital!"

"I'm fine, let me take a break." Jiang Chunmian closed his eyes, rested his forehead on his chest, and whispered, "Don't move, don't move, don't move!"

As expected, Zhang Yanhui didn't dare to move or breathe loudly. The place where she was leaning was as stiff as iron. He bent over and held her head with both hands. Seeing that she was crying in pain, he hurriedly said, "Let's go to the hospital." As he said that, he was about to use his mobile phone to call an ambulance. After Jiang Chunmian caught a glimpse of the number on the screen, he decisively pressed the button.

"It's not a big deal! I pulled you and it hurt. Just let me be quiet. Why call an ambulance for such a small matter?"

While Jiang Chunmian was talking, the back of her head inevitably came to her mind. Zhang Yanhui responded in a series of words, turned off her phone, threw it back on the sofa, and continued to stand beside her as a human support. After Jiang Chunmian recovered from the pain, he knelt in front of her, holding the back of her head and looking at it carefully. There was gauze on the back of her head, and there was a big bulge. Fortunately, there was no vital injury. There was only a slight bleeding, which was the blood from the broken skin.

"The medicine is all in my bag. I brought it back. Teacher Yang said to change the dressing promptly. Let me change it for you!" Zhang Yanhui carefully held her head. Jiang Chunmian lay on the sofa with her hands folded, and Zhang Yanhui knelt on the floor to clean her. He was completely unaware of the gaping wound on his back. He re-bandaged it and glanced at the dozing Jiang Chunmian. He couldn't help but lean down and kiss her hair, not letting her notice anything was wrong.

The rain was getting heavier, and Jiang Chunmian had no intention of going home. Zhang Yanhui was in charge of the dinner. Considering her recent head injury, he fried two plates of light vegetables and added some porridge. After Jiang Chunmian had filled her stomach, she offered to wash the dishes, but Zhang Yanhui stopped her.

"Don't move! Lie down and rest."

Jiang Chunmian leaned against the wall and looked at the people in the kitchen. He rolled up his sleeves, revealing his arms. His seemingly slender arms actually revealed muscles when he bent them, with bulging blue veins on them, which was completely inconsistent with his image. Jiang Chunmian was stunned and inadvertently glanced at his back.

"I almost forgot what's with the blood on you," Jiang Chunmian pointed at the bloody spot and asked hesitantly, "How do you treat the wound? I remember you were injured that time too, and you were fine after being bandaged at the hospital."

Zhang Yanhui wiped the dishes clean and put them away, then smiled nonchalantly and said, "Death has its benefits."

"Zhang Yanhui!" Jiang Chunmian didn't know why he didn't like the way he spoke.

Zhang Yan replied, "It's really beneficial! Wounds that aren't too serious can heal on their own, but serious ones will take some time." He tilted his head to look at her back, but couldn't see anything. He gave up and asked, "Did you bleed a lot?"

The amount of bleeding was not the same as what he saw in the infirmary. Jiang Chunmian first shook his head, then nodded.

"It's a lot! Even if it can heal, it can't be left there. I'll get the medicine."

Both of them smelled strongly of medicine, but neither of them disliked the other. When it was time to sleep, Jiang Chunmian still lay on the only bed, and Zhang Yanhui made the mat on the floor and lay down under her bed.

Just before going to sleep, Zhang Yanhui heard Jiang Chunmian mumbling. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully, then he could clearly hear that Jiang Chunmian was talking to him.

She first apologized quietly, then said, "How come those people don't know about you?"

Zhang Yanhui pondered for a moment and decided to tell the truth: "Those who know are crazy, and those who don't know have no chance to know, and they are too busy to take care of themselves."

Although those students and teachers in the school who were originally normal but later went crazy were not caused by Zhang Yanhui himself, they were inseparable from his curse. The school was the place with the deepest and heaviest resentment in Tanhua Town, and the people deep inside were naturally the most affected.

If he would have felt guilty when he was alive, now he was completely indifferent and acted as if it was none of his business.

So even if he decided to be honest, he would never say too much about it, so as to prevent Jiang Chunmian from noticing his indifference.

Jiang Chunmian didn't think as much as he expected. She lay on her back, staring at the ceiling, her eyes suddenly brightening. Zhang Yanhui was listening intently, waiting for her response, when a bright smile suddenly appeared before him. His breath caught in his throat as he saw Jiang Chunmian leaning down. Frightened, he raised his hand slightly, afraid she would fall and get hurt.

“This is a blessing in disguise!”

In the darkness, Jiang Chunmian's breath surged to his side domineeringly. Her hair was loose, and her long black hair hung down along the edge of the bed. He pinched a strand and shifted his attention to his palm, where a long hair fell. It belonged to Jiang Chunmian. He quietly hid it in his palm and, under the cover of the night, wrapped it around his fingertips.

"What do you mean?" he asked casually.

When Jiang Chunmian was excited, she would often dance around like a lively fish. Just as she was about to change her movements, she heard a gentle scolding from under the bed: "Be careful! Don't pull the wound!"

Jiang Chunmian lay down obediently, her eyes still sparkling, especially noticeable in the dark night. Her fingertips, entangled in her hair, had left deep marks. Zhang Yanhui seemed unaware and stared at her straight. Her words were like a stronger and more violent fireball hitting his heart.

She said, "Since no one knows you're dead, then you can continue to go to school and take exams."

She then muttered to herself, "Something like tonight must never happen again. It would be troublesome if there were surveillance cameras in the hallway recording it. You have to be more careful next time. Don't reveal your identity!"

It was a dark night like any other. Outside, a torrential downpour raged, raindrops pounding the glass and the ground with a roaring sound. Zhang Yanhui could only see Jiang Chunmian's face, bright, energetic, and beautiful, making his heart race. He wanted to ask her, "Are you really not afraid of me?" But the moment his eyes met hers, he felt the question was meaningless.

The back of Jiang Chunmian's head was wrapped in clean and tidy gauze. She looked in the mirror when she went to the bathroom. It was even more beautiful than the one Teacher Yang had wrapped. She didn't know how she came up with the word "beautiful". Anyway, the way he wrapped it was in line with her aesthetic taste. It didn't make people feel ugly at all. Lying on the familiar bed, she no longer felt any fear.

Her dangling hand was suddenly grasped, and the cold touch hit her, causing her whole body to shudder. She met Zhang Yanhui's eyes, which sparkled in the darkness. His pupils were a circle larger than those of a normal person, and when he stared at someone, it seemed slightly deliberate. However, in the quiet night, Jiang Chunmian could only hear the trembling of her heart.

Zhang Yanhui touched him lightly and then left, as if it was just Jiang Chunmian's illusion. He said in a low voice, "The ground is very cold."

He sat up and said tentatively, "I want to sleep on the bed. I take up very little space and won't move around."

That one sentence jumbled Jiang Chunmian's thoughts, and her brain froze. In just one day, her brain froze twice. The first time, she instinctively rushed away from Zhang Yanhui without a second thought, perhaps because of some lingering guilt. The second time, she retreated to the wall and responded, "Okay! Come up. I don't take up much space either."

Jiang Chunmian's brain completely shut down. When Zhang Yanhui lay down, a cool breeze washed over her. She actually thought the ground was indeed cold. His body temperature was abnormal. He should have been brought up earlier. After all, they were both injured! Her mind was full of chaotic thoughts until she felt a solid chest on her back, and she suddenly froze.

Zhang Yanhui said, "Go to sleep, Jiang Chunmian."

"...Good night then." Jiang Chunmian closed his eyes.

Zhang Yanhui replied calmly, "Good night." But her face showed her nervousness, and her cheeks were as red as apples.