After drawing the array, the woman muttered incantations again, then her body suddenly trembled and her eyes closed tightly.
After about a minute, the woman suddenly opened her eyes, and the hatred in them almost materialized.
"I'm going to kill you all, kill you all..."
"Oh? Could it be psychic communication?" Lu Jing tilted his head with interest.
Xiao Jin saw the woman's tightly clenched hands gripping Yu Ling's shoulders, and his heart leaned towards Lu Jing's guess.
The array the woman just drew should be able to trace back the deceased's memories before death; she should know how her daughter died.
It's unclear how long she knelt, clutching her daughter's body, before everyone saw Yu Ling's mother stand up expressionlessly, then stumble and carry her daughter away from the woods.
The video ends here. Perhaps due to a dead battery, the screen went black after a notification sound.
At the same time, the completion status of the world background is also updated on the character panel.
[Ding—World background completion rate 80%]
"Huh? Something's not right." Wu Tianjin frowned. "Her mother just took the body away like that. We can't exactly say that Yu Ling's body was dismembered by her mother!"
This idea is indeed quite unreasonable.
Even if she was furious, Yu Ling's mother would only vent her anger on Zhou Lin and the others. Why did she have to desecrate her daughter's body like this?
Han Chuan thought for a moment and then spread his hands: "That's not necessarily true. You can tell at a glance that Yu Ling's mother is no ordinary person. Is she a witch? Or a powerful deity? Maybe if she wants to do some kind of magic, she'll have to dismember her own daughter first!"
That's not impossible, but Xiao Jin still felt something was off.
Hehehehe~
Just as everyone was having a serious discussion, a face suddenly appeared on the projector screen, which should have been silent, and a piercing, eerie laugh echoed throughout the conference room.
"Holy shit!" Han Chuan was so scared he almost peed himself.
Xiao Jin turned her head and looked at the familiar face on the projector. Slightly wary, she touched the hilt of the Broken Shadow sword with her right hand.
The laughter continued, and Yu Ling reappeared unharmed in front of the projector.
No! It's different! This isn't the real Yu Ling, but Yu Ling who has become a vengeful ghost.
In the dark and obscure video footage, Yu Ling's face slowly emerged, and an indescribable, eerie smile gently climbed onto the corners of her lips. That smile was like a spider lily blooming from the abyss, beautiful yet deadly.
Her eyes, however, contradicted the smile; they were unfathomably deep, with only a silent vortex of tyranny and death spinning within them, sending chills down one's spine.
As for Yu Ling, she was still wearing the blue and black school uniform she wore before she died, and the handprint on her face was shocking, with every detail being exceptionally clear.
At this moment, Yu Ling gently turned her body to the side, the movement revealing a stiffness and eeriness that seemed otherworldly.
Behind her head, a shocking dent was clearly visible. A thin trail of blood silently slid down from the top of her head, winding its way down until it finally outlined a horrifying bloodstain on her cheek.
"Hehehe, I'm back..."
Upon hearing Yu Ling's words, the expressions of the people in the room varied. They had all read Yu Ling's diary, and the last entry, written in blood, contained just that one sentence.
At the same time, Xiao Jin glanced at the date, which showed that it was the seventh day after Yu Ling's death.
"Hiss~"
Even though it wasn't the first time Han Chuan had seen a ghost, he still felt slightly uncomfortable, especially with such a bizarre scene.
A moment later, Yu Ling in the video burst into wild laughter.
"Hahaha, I'm back! I've come to find you all! Enjoy the gifts I brought you!" Yu Ling said with a sly smile.
The next second, a figure fell from the high ceiling and crashed to the ground with a 'thud,' shattering the surrounding wooden planks.
Teacher Yang was covered in bloodstains, as if he had been scratched by sharp fingernails. His left leg was bent unnaturally to his side, and one of his eyes had been pierced by a ballpoint pen, with the pen almost completely embedded in it.
This sudden turn of events caused the group to instinctively move away from the center of the corpses. At the same time, the surrounding flames seemed to have been sprayed with accelerants, with tongues of fire shooting directly up to the ceiling. Within the flames, numerous figures could be vaguely seen.
They were a group of students in school uniforms, with many leaders and teachers in formal attire sitting in the front row. They rolled on the ground, screaming, crying, and desperately trying to beat out the flames on their bodies. Some tried to open the door to escape, but the door wouldn't budge.
In a moment of panic, the students near the window smashed the glass and jumped out, but they forgot that they were on the fourth floor.
Hahaha~
The tragedy before their eyes seemed to amuse Yu Ling, whose laughter continued wildly in their ears. Suddenly, Xiao Jin and the others felt dizzy, as if some voice was urging them to jump downstairs as well.
Xiao Jin was the first to recover. She immediately pulled out a bottle of [Holy Water - White] and gulped it down. The next second, a stimulating sensation shot straight to her head, and Xiao Jin almost couldn't keep her composure.
The drowsy feeling disappeared. Before Xiao Jin could even complain about the taste of the holy water, she looked up and saw Han Chuan and Wu Tianjin walking towards the window with lifeless eyes and stiff bodies.
Turning to look at Lu Jing, there was also an empty bottle at his feet, and he was leaning back on the bench with his arms crossed, looking quite relaxed. When Xiao Jin looked at him, he even smiled and waved.
Clearly, this guy has no interest in caring about other people's lives or deaths.
Turning her gaze away, Xiao Jin flipped her hand and flicked her finger, sending two coins flying from her hand, which landed on the backs of Wu Tianjin and Han Chuan's legs.
With a 'thud,' the two of them fell heavily to the ground.
This finally brought them to their senses. When Han Chuan came to his senses, he felt excruciating pain all over his body. When he opened his eyes, he jumped up with a cry of "Oh my god!"
Han Chuan not only found himself lying in the fire, but also next to a school leader who had choked to death by the smoke. The man's face was burned beyond recognition, and his open eyes met Han Chuan's.
The two hurriedly moved away from the broken window. Han Chuan limped up behind Xiao Jin, wiping the cold sweat from his brow while clutching his leg, saying, "Thank you, boss, thank you, boss."
In the blink of an eye, accompanied by unrestrained laughter, everyone in the conference room perished.
The very next second after everyone died, a flash of light appeared, followed by an instant of darkness. The corpses and the fire vanished without a trace.
Only the cold incandescent bulbs emitted a faint glow in the darkness.
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