Chapter 135 Ending Everything (Unedited) She personally killed Dean Liang...
Liang Jun was pushed out by Zhang Weiming.
The previously massive glass wall had been completely collapsed by the zombie horde, and glaring shards of glass stood like sharp spikes in front of the counter, their smooth surfaces reflecting the blinding sunlight streaming into the hospital lobby—
No one will miss it.
But Zhang Weiming still gripped Liang Xun's neck tightly and pushed her off the glass shards.
Liang Jun's arms were still restrained by Lao Ren. Losing the freedom of her hands also meant losing control of her limbs. The fabric on Liang Jun's arms and pants was cut by the sharp glass shards, which penetrated into her scarred skin.
Like the trail of blood flowing down her neck, Liang Jun's limbs were also covered in red.
Unable to maintain her balance, she staggered and was about to fall to the ground when Zhu Shengqing and Zhu Bieming instinctively rushed to her side and tried to lift her up.
But they were, after all, gases that could be easily passed through, with no physical objects to touch. Liang Jun's body passed through the surging air currents and crashed straight onto the PVC floor that reeked of a foul odor.
Fortunately, she instinctively braced herself with her hand on the ground, which prevented the tragic situation of knocking out her tooth.
Watching her struggle to get up, yet unable to help her in any way, Zhu Bieming's barely visible eyebrows furrowed noticeably.
"Are you... alright?" he stammered, completely lacking the fierce temperament he had shown not long ago.
"Don't worry, it's nothing serious."
Liang Xun shook her slightly numb arm and managed to get up fairly nimbly. "Don't look so bitter and resentful. Your face isn't suited to making that kind of expression."
She intended to tell some jokes to lighten the somewhat heavy atmosphere.
However, the pain that gradually spread throughout her limbs forced Liang Jun to distract herself and check her wounds.
Some shards of glass remained in the torn flesh. If Liang Jun made any move, these fragments would act like blades implanted in her body, twisting and turning the muscle tissue again and again.
A blood vessel ruptured, and blood flowed slowly and uncontrollably from the wound. Knowing that this fluid would only hasten her death, Liang Jun gritted her teeth and decided to find a tourniquet.
If I remember correctly, Geng Qing should be near the staff entrance of the pharmacy. As the deputy chief physician in the hospital, she should know the location of these medical devices best.
With this thought in mind, Liang Jun turned around, only to find the medicine dispensing area completely empty.
It wasn't just the team members who were missing; the long-broken glass wall was now perfectly intact again, vaguely reflecting Liang Jun's slightly stiff body.
Practice makes perfect.
She accepted the situation quite quickly this time.
Dean Liang had pulled me into a completely new space, independent of the original instance's background.
"From the moment you were pushed out, the whole scene had already subtly changed."
Zhu Shengqing explained from the side, "Liang Xuan, we used up a lot of spiritual energy just now. Although we were able to maintain our form and stay by your side, we won't be able to lend a helping hand to you immediately if we encounter any danger in the future."
He paused for a few seconds, then said, "It's all up to you now."
Liang Jun didn't say anything; she just nodded solemnly.
It doesn't matter, at least she has her loved ones by her side.
Then none of that is a threat.
Having mustered all her courage, Liang Jun turned around and, as expected, met Dean Liang's pleading gaze.
He trembled, his hands and feet shaking violently with nervousness, "Nannan, you've come to see me after all..."
"Dean, I never knew you were so presumptuous."
Liang Jun smiled bitterly, "I didn't come out because I wanted to see you, but because I was ostracized and abandoned by my teammates—and all of this was caused by you."
She involuntarily took a step forward.
"Dean, I've been abandoned again."
Dean Liang's head, which he had been struggling to lift, suddenly stopped, as if his fragile cervical spine could no longer support his heavy head. Like a kite whose string had suddenly broken, it drooped down with a "click".
Liang Jun couldn't see the specific expression on the other person's face, but she could still hear him carefully comforting her, "Jun Jun, you still have the Dean..."
"Yes, it's because of you."
Blood was seeping out of her legs due to gravity, and the thick blood plasma flowed into the still somewhat empty space in her sneakers, making a squeezing sound under Liang Yun's feet.
But she didn't care at all and continued to press Dean Liang step by step, "Dean, I am very grateful that you gave me a warm home - but why do you always turn a blind eye when I am frequently bullied by the people around me?"
This seemed to be a default answer deeply imprinted in Dean Liang's cerebral cortex. As soon as Liang uttered these words, the other party impatiently explained, "Because at the time I didn't know what method could be used to completely solve this kind of thing, and I didn't know how to prevent this kind of thing from happening in the first place..."
"A principle that even a teenager can understand, how could you, as the dean, not understand?"
Liang Xun scoffed, "Fine, even if you didn't know back then, what about now—"
"I……"
Dean Liang hesitated, but couldn't utter a single word for a long time.
"When that group of people forced my head down and threw me into the snow, when that group of people tied me up and trapped me in the middle of the night, when that group of people cornered me in the toilet and poured buckets of cold water on me, when that group of people almost frantically pelted me with stones—"
Liang Xun blurted out in one breath, "Where are you again?!"
Dean Liang's trembling intensified.
“Actually, you are in every corner, in every perfect corner where you can observe everything perfectly.” Liang Jun took another step forward, forcing the other party to retreat repeatedly. “I have never told you that, actually, lying on the ground in the blind spot of the small garden and looking up at the sky, you can see a corner of the dean’s office window.”
These words seemed to strike a nerve with Dean Liang, who had kept his heart sealed for so long. His backward movement suddenly stopped, and then, wearing an incredulous mask, he looked up at Liang Jun with a panicked expression.
"What did you say?"
A sweet smile inexplicably appeared on Liang Xun's lips. "I was saying that when I was being pulled up onto the grass by that group of people, I could see the dean's shadow silently watching all of this from the window."
With that, she strode forward, standing right in front of Dean Liang, and then gently pinched his withered chin with her blood-stained fingers.
The texture should have been rough, but because Liang Yan's fingertips were covered in slippery blood, it neutralized that feeling.
She leaned down slightly and whispered in Dean Liang's ear, "I misspoke. They can't be called 'that group of people,' they should be called 'that group of beasts.'"
The identities of demon and angel seemed to reverse at this moment. Beneath the holy halo above Liang Jun's head, sharp demonic fangs emerged. With a forceful flick of her fingertips, she violently flung away Dean Liang's fragile head. The bright red blood, like a demonic brand, left an eternal mark on his jaw.
The demon whispered, "You are a beast too."
All past feelings were wiped away in that instant. Liang Xun put all her strength into this action, and a crisp sound of bones breaking suddenly rang out in the air. When she turned her gaze back to Dean Liang, she found that his head, which was about to fall, had finally detached from his body, just like the fallen leaves in the orphanage's small garden in autumn.
As an NPC monster, Dean Liang's entire body was already withered and dried up; fresh human blood was a luxury for him. The connection between his neck and torso was also long since rotting, and the moment his head was severed from his body, a putrid stench filled the air.
Liang Jun was used to the bizarre scene before her, but what truly made her give up was the unbearable smell.
Not only her, but even Zhu Shengqing and Zhu Bieming, who lacked a proper respiratory system, sensed something was wrong. Already weakened by spiritual energy, they suffered a severe mental blow, and the two wisps of mist swayed precariously in mid-air, making it even more difficult for them to maintain their form.
Even without her head, Dean Liang continued to act as usual. Perhaps the two faded glass balls were no longer of any use for observation. The headless monster still managed to lock onto Liang Jun's location in the shortest amount of time and then slowly walked towards her.
The body no longer had a mouth, and Dean Liang's speech seemed to originate from his abdomen and pass through his throat, carrying an increasingly strong nauseating smell, producing a true form of "ventriloquism."
"Girl, how could you do this to me? I'm so heartbroken..."
The game has entered the second stage, and Dean Liang is clearly no longer as timid and vulnerable as before.
Although his tone of voice was still somewhat gentle, his approaching body exuded a murderous aura that could not be underestimated, and a foul and deadly gas was being continuously expelled from his body.
Before long, Liang Jun was so overwhelmed by the fumes that she felt dizzy and her eyes were swollen and painful.
It was precisely because of the abnormal condition in her body that her steps became smaller and slower, and the distance between her and Dean Liang continued to shrink.
To make matters worse, Liang Xun had nowhere left to retreat. Her back was pressed against the cold, solid glass wall, and the shifting space meant she had no way to return to the medicine room to avoid Dean Liang's possible fatal attack.
Zhu Shengqing and Zhu Bieming were still floating in mid-air, their human forms had long since dissipated, and the black and white mist was scattered in the air as if it had lost its main body.
Faintly, someone, using all their remaining strength, whispered, "Don't give up..."
Don't give up.
So there must be another way.
Liang Jun braced her hands against the glass wall, the blood seeping from her arms leaving marks on the transparent glass.
She endured the throbbing pain in her eyes and desperately searched for any tools she could use. Finally, at the last moment, Liang Jun noticed a miniature screwdriver at her feet.
The screwdriver was sharpened to a fine point, and the sharp tip still bore traces of darkened blood.
This is the screwdriver Zhang Weiming used to hold me hostage!
When Liang Jun was pushed out of the medicine dispensing area, the other party was so strong that the weapon that was held to her neck was also thrown out with her.
She didn't hesitate at all.
Squat down, grasp, stand up, and thrust.
Her movements were so fluid and natural, as if she had rehearsed them hundreds of times in her mind, that the knife tip, stained with her own blood, accurately pierced Dean Liang's heart.
Dean Liang had no head, so even after she pierced his torso with a screwdriver, she couldn't know what his facial expression must have looked like.
Liang Jun was covered in blood, but she was unharmed.
She killed Dean Liang with her own hands.
He also personally killed that part of his childhood past.
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Author's note: The fourth level is almost over!
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