Principal Yan
"Well... do you want to see what she did with your shell?" Liu Muzhe couldn't help but curl his lips.
"Look! Look now!" Ye Jing'an was so excited that the quilt almost fell to the ground.
Liu Muzhe pressed Ye Jing'an's Shentingxue with his thumb and told him to close his eyes.
The unconscious scene just now appeared in Ye Jingan's mind, but he was watching it from Brother Liu's perspective, and he could still feel his inner thoughts at that time: being woken up from sleep, unhappy. Someone came to snatch the child away, too lazy to do it, tired...
Ye Jingan thought to himself: No wonder he just stood there without moving his feet.
He watched himself seduce Brother Liu with that woman's voice, then reached out to touch Brother Liu's collarbone, and even wanted to continue touching it. Ye Jing'an felt that Brother Liu despised him, and his slutty look gave him goose bumps.
He was so horny that he wanted to dig a hole and crawl into the ground. Although he liked Brother Liu, he could never do such horny behavior.
"Ahhhhhhh, I'm going to kill her!" Ye Jing'an hid back in his bed.
"Remember to give it to Qiu Zimu. I don't want him to do this to me again." Liu Muzhe walked back to the room with a smile.
“…”
Ye Jingan didn't sleep all night. In the morning, he had a gloomy face, dark circles under his eyes, and sat in the restaurant eating a steamed bun with a blank look in his eyes.
Liu Muzhe and Qiu Zimu came over.
"You, you, you! You actually did this kind of thing behind my back!" Qiu Zimu said.
"Get lost and don't mess with me!" Ye Jing'an broke off a small piece of steamed bun and threw it at Qiu Zimu's lips.
Liu Muzhe smiled but said nothing.
Ye Jing'an turned to Liu Muze and asked, "Where is that damn old woman? I want to kill her!"
Liu Muze shrugged: "I don't know, and you can't beat her."
"What kind of witch is she?" Ye Jingan threw the steamed bun into his mouth in small pieces.
"They are not demons. Those who have been kind-hearted and have never done evil in their past lives, but have suffered torture and pain, have resentment in their hearts. After death, they enter the Asura path and enjoy the blessings of the gods." Liu Muzhe looked at Ye Jing'an meaningfully and said, "Asura women are beautiful and often confuse sentient beings."
"She is a god?" Qiu Zimu was shocked.
"Neither human nor god, most Asuras are unwilling to let go of their hatred, and thus do evil to erode the blessings of the gods. They are often called evil gods." Liu Muzhe said.
"By the way, why did you call her Ghost Mother yesterday?" Ye Jing'an asked.
"A woman who has suffered multiple miscarriages and is infertile enters the Asura Path. There, she can kill people and devour their souls. Periodically, she will nurture these souls into infant spirits for her to command. These infant spirits are also her blessings. How she treats them will determine which of the three evil paths she will enter." Liu Muzhe sighed. "What happened to her that allowed her to enter the Asura Path?"
Ye Jingan hesitated and said, "Well... although she is pitiful, I still can't let her go."
"What do you want to do?" Liu Muzhe asked curiously.
"I want her to apologize!" Ye Jingan slammed his fist on the table.
“…”
"Do you want to see how useless you are?" Qiu Zimu turned on the selfie camera on his phone, pointed it at Ye Jingan's face, and pressed the shutter to take a picture.
"If she shows up, more people will die. We have to get to the bottom of the school's past." Liu Muzhe said.
"The principal must know something. Let's go meet him," said Ye Jing'an.
Ye Jing'an asked Wu Yuling to contact the principal and ask him out for a chat. Wu Yuling sent a message saying that the principal had changed his phone number and could not be contacted. He had no choice but to ask his sister to help find someone. Not long after, Ye Jing'an sent him a string of addresses.
Ye Jingan had a bad feeling when he looked at the vague address. When he was looking for Qiu Zimu's hometown, it was just as unclear. He searched for five hours before finally finding it, and it was Qiu Zimu who was taken back. If he had gone to look for it on his own, he would definitely not have found it. But this time they were well prepared and had a full meal before setting off. With Brother Liu there, they would definitely find it.
The group drove for over two hours to the location, which was remote and economically underdeveloped. There were no roads, so they had to hike up the mountain.
Climbing to the top of the mountain, a mountain village appeared before our eyes. It wasn't large, probably housing only a dozen or so households. The houses were built into the hillside, a style of suspended columns. The wooden houses were covered with small green tiles, and a few pine trees were scattered among them.
Every household has several plots of land in front of their door, where they grow vegetables, and chickens and ducks are kept outside. The people here dress simply and plainly, and seem to have always lived an idyllic life, working from sunrise to sunset.
"This place is too remote. It would be a good place for retirement," said Qiu Zimu.
"He must know the inside story and is hiding here." Ye Jing'an asked the old lady who was farming where Principal Yan lived.
The old lady's voice was hoarse and she couldn't speak. She kept shaking her head and waving her hands, indicating that the person Ye Jingan and the others were looking for was not here and to send them away.
Ye Jing'an keenly noticed that the old woman always subconsciously glanced at the house at the back of the village. When they first arrived, they were immediately drawn to this house. Qiu Zimu even exclaimed that this house was the best looking, boasting that its artistic conception was only slightly inferior to the house in his hometown.
It was built with the same materials as the others, except that the second-floor balcony was covered in pink roses, climbing over the wooden fence, with small pompom-shaped flowers that stood out against the earth-gray house. There was also a small garden in front of the house, planted with large blue hydrangeas and roses of various colors.
"Don't worry, we don't mean any harm." Ye Jing'an said with a gentle smile, "Since Principal Yan is not here, we will leave."
Ye Jingan and his companions walked around and took the small path next to it to the back of the house they had visited earlier.
"What are you doing?" A middle-aged man looked at them warily. He had found them suspicious and had been staring at them. As expected, they really sneaked in here.
"We are here to visit Principal Yan," said Ye Jing'an.
"There is no principal here, leave quickly!" The middle-aged man stopped several people and spoke in a bad tone.
"Well, then..." Ye Jing'an pinched Qiu Zimu's shoulder and signaled him not to say anything with his eyes.
"Uncle, we are Principal Yan's students. He has sponsored both of us, so we came here specially to visit him." Seeing that he didn't believe him, Ye Jing'an picked up the gift he brought for Principal Yan and shook it.
The uncle saw that the boxes of gifts were not cheap. However, among those who had come to cause trouble earlier, one had actually brought a bunch of expensive gifts, saying that they were here to thank Principal Yan. No one knew what they talked about in the room, but in the end, Principal Yan was so angry that he had a heart attack on the spot.
Not only did the group of people not offer a helping hand, they also mocked and said that Principal Yan deserved death for feigning illness to evade responsibility. Fortunately, a neighbor heard the commotion and came to see what was happening. They immediately gave Principal Yan medicine, saving his life. Otherwise, he would have been killed by this group of profit-driven, inhumane people.
"I said, there is no Principal Yan here!" the uncle roared.
Ye Jing'an was enraged by the shouting and took a step forward with a cold look, but was pulled back by Liu Muze. Liu Muze stood in front of Ye Jing'an and said to the uncle kindly, "Principal Yan is often in trouble, right? We heard the news and came to help him. Now the situation is getting bigger and bigger, and more people will come to bother Principal Yan later. Can you protect him?"
"Aren't you looking for trouble?" the uncle asked.
"If you really came here to cause trouble, based on the roar you just made, you would have been punched away by now." Qiu Zimu said helplessly.
The uncle saw that the others looked so amicable and polite that they certainly didn't seem to be looking for trouble. He said apologetically, "There are always people looking for trouble with Old Yan. I thought you were one of them too. I'm sorry for blaming you wrongly."
"Principal Yan is such a nice guy, why would someone always bother him?" Ye Jing'an frowned. "We only know something happened, but we don't know the details. Can you tell us more? We can help Principal Yan."
"Actually, this matter has little to do with Mr. Yan," the middle-aged man said. "Mr. Yan didn't elaborate on the specifics. He just said that a child had suffered a great injustice, but he couldn't help that child, and he felt very guilty."
"Who are the people who are causing trouble for Principal Yan?" Liu Muzhe asked.
"The parents of the students, their children have died, and they want an explanation from Mr. Yan." The uncle sighed. "Mr. Yan was a humble and kind man, with a benevolent heart and compassionate medical skills. He sponsored many students who couldn't afford to go to school. Aunt Li from our village was seriously ill and bedridden two years ago. Her family was poor, and it was Mr. Yan who paid for her medical treatment. Good deeds don't always go unrewarded. Please help him. Not long ago, someone came to cause trouble and wanted to beat him up."
"Okay, let's go see him first, thank you." Several people walked towards Principal Yan's home.
"How do you know that Principal Yan is a good person?" Qiu Zimu asked.
"Guessing and making up stories!" Ye Jing'an laughed.
Qiu Zimu: "..."
The wooden walls of Principal Yan's house are covered with calligraphy. The brushwork emphasizes strength, is neither harsh nor aggressive, and combines hardness and softness.
The man who opened the door was a man in his sixties, wearing a pair of black glasses that gave him a strong myopic look. He exuded a gentle and elegant scholarly air, but his eyes held a hint of age. He looked at the group and asked, "Who are you?"
"Hello, Principal Yan, we are Wu Yuling's friends and would like to consult you about something." Ye Jing'an said.
"Come in and sit for a while. Let's talk slowly." Principal Yan brewed a pot of tea and sighed deeply. "She shouldn't be the principal. I didn't tell her what happened because I didn't want her to get involved."
"Another girl died, and more people will die. There is no escape." Ye Jing'an said.
"What exactly happened back then?" Liu Muzhe asked.
"Ah... When I was transferred to become the principal, I always felt that the school was hiding some secret. Curious, I investigated and discovered the tragic death of that child. Later, I found out which girls had bullied her and expelled them from school. Unfortunately, some of the children's parents were prestigious local figures with great influence, and they suppressed the matter. I had no real power, so I had to give up." Principal Yan frowned. "Then they died one after another under strange circumstances. Everyone said she had returned for revenge."
Principal Yan was silent for a moment, then went to his study and pulled out a black leather book. It was old, a thin layer of dust on the surface. He wiped it with a handkerchief, handed it to the group, and said, "This is the information I collected back then. Take a look."
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