Chapter Fifteen: School Ghost Stories 15

Excitement, laughter, violence, screams of pain, punches and kicks—the scene was a chaotic mess. The man's face showed pain, his body curled up downwards, his hands covering his injured area, and his cries of pain grew fainter and fainter.

Lu Cen was terrified. He wanted to leave but was afraid that his footsteps would alert them, so he hid by the wall and asked himself, "Don't you think his voice sounds familiar?"

"Um."

Lu Cen pondered deeply: "Right, you also feel like you've heard it somewhere before?"

"Your deskmate in front of you."

Lu Cen was startled. Listening carefully, he realized it was indeed his voice. These people were retaliating against him. Lu Cen peeked out and found that the person in front of him was breathing weakly.

The black and white sole of the shoe ground into the fingers of the person in front of him. As if in extreme pain, he trembled, his lips were bloodless, and the light in his eyes slowly disappeared.

Lu Cen watched anxiously, fearing that the student in front of him would be beaten to death.

Gradually, something strange began to appear in the air—cold, eerie.

It seems like there's something extra.

A cold wind blew by, and the damp feeling was like a cave that never sees the sun.

That group is still committing violence.

"You used to be so arrogant, now you've fallen into my hands. How does that feel?"

"You never thought this day would come, did you?"

"Alright, alright, don't kill him." Someone regained their senses.

"If you're dead, you're dead."

"Given the current situation, death would be a relief."

What they couldn't see was a shadow slowly solidifying from nothingness, standing behind the group. Its hands reached out to the nearest person, swift and firm. The shadow grabbed his neck and twisted it forcefully, causing the person's head to droop limply, and his body to fall to the ground without any support.

The crowd fell silent, then screamed and ran away.

Lu Cen was also among those who ran away at the same time.

He saw it clearly: how did that shadow appear in the stairwell?

The wind stung his face, but he dared not stop; his lungs felt like they were on fire.

Lu Cen pushed open a door, leaned against the wall, and gasped for breath. His legs were as weak as noodles. He had never run so fast before. His body had never allowed him to do strenuous exercise before. This feeling was unfamiliar and uncomfortable.

There was also joy.

Here, although his body is weak, he does not have heart disease and does not experience pain easily.

Thinking about what had just happened was too much of a shock for Lu Cen. That shadow, that shadow was a ghost!

Lu Cen never imagined in his life that he would encounter a ghost.

His face was pale, and the appearance of the shadow gave him a bad feeling.

They used to just disappear, but now they've started killing people.

And those monsters at night—all these signs indicate that chaos is brewing at the school.

It's no longer just a simple disappearance.

My phone vibrated in my pocket; it was Su Yi'an calling.

"Hello?"

"Not back yet?"

"Wait a moment."

Want some late-night snacks?

"Eat," Lu Cen replied casually, and began rummaging through the office.

"Let's go to the convenience store. You're there; I'll come find you."

Lu Cen didn't want to go to the convenience store; he had more important things to do. Lu Cen said, "Just buy something and bring it back for me, okay?"

Su Yi'an automatically made an excuse for him: "Does your wound still hurt a lot?"

Lu Cen nodded in agreement.

After hanging up the phone, Lu Cen focused on finding the item.

Xie Lin certainly didn't expect him to come back; this was Lu Cen's clever trick.

After searching for a long time, Lu Cen finally found the student file folder. She found Xiang Ming's name, carefully opened it, and the first page contained basic information. The profile picture was similar to that in the video.

Thin and gloomy.