Ahead, Xiao Jin's view was partially obscured by Yu Ling's figure, leaving only a fleeting glimpse of scenery that quietly came into view.
Behind the large desk, a sleek, long leg is gently crossed, like a carefully drawn curve by an artist, elegant yet powerful.
The other person's long legs were tightly wrapped in well-tailored suit trousers, every inch of fabric fitting perfectly, and the black leather shoes on their feet had a mirror-like surface that occasionally shimmered with a low-key yet luxurious luster.
Yu Ling shrugged slightly, lowered her head, and dared not look directly at the figure in front of her. Her hands, which were behind the principal, were clenched into fists behind her back, and her nails dug deeply into her palms.
"You're questioning me!"
The person on the other side spoke, but Xiao Jin, who was outside the door, raised his head abruptly after hearing the principal's voice, and his dark brown pupils contracted slightly.
Xiao Jin stared intently at the person behind the desk, trying to see through Yu Ling to make out their appearance, but unfortunately, her eyes were blocked and she couldn't see them.
Seemingly noticing that Xiao Jin's breathing was a little unsteady, Lu Jing on the other side cast an inquiring glance at her.
Lu Jing: "?"
I'm fine!
Xiao Jin sent a message to the other party through her friend list, and upon seeing this, Lu Jing refocused his attention on the room.
The person inside continued speaking.
"It was your mother who summoned me, so I gave you a chance to take revenge yourself. You should thank me."
It turns out that Yu Ling's transformation into a vengeful ghost was the principal's doing. Xiao Jin also learned from his words that the principal himself never existed in the world. So how did he suddenly become the principal of Linhai High School? What was his original identity?
Is it Jian Xiuyun? Wang Chong? Or perhaps Jian Sen from the extreme heat world?
Xiao Jin's eyes gleamed; all the doubts and interests she had previously suppressed surged forth at once. She was all too familiar with the other person's voice, so when the principal spoke, a familiar face immediately flashed into Xiao Jin's mind.
Xiao Jin thought he wouldn't appear in this world, but just as the game was about to end, the other party appeared in front of her as a principal she had never seen before.
If it weren't for the need to further investigate the matter between Yu Ling and him, Xiao Jin would have already barged in!
"I did say I would allow you to leave, but as the principal, I have the right to hold you accountable for the state of my school." The other person's tone was somewhat nonchalant.
“But…” Yu Ling was speechless.
Clearly, the other party had been toying with her from beginning to end! What agreement, what fairness? Whether it was her, Teacher Yang, or Zhou Lin, they were all his toys.
Her rapid breathing rose and then subsided. Yu Ling silently lowered her head: "I am willing to clean up the hidden dangers on campus for you. Please keep your promise."
"No, if you kill all the ghosts outside, how will my school open? Wouldn't that be an even greater loss for me?"
With a creaking sound, the heavy wooden chair was pushed aside.
The tall, upright figure, a head taller than her, slowly stood up, allowing Xiao Jin to easily see the other person's appearance, which perfectly matched her guess.
Jian Xiuyun walked up to Yu Ling, her voice laced with danger: "You have no choice, get out!"
The next second, Yu Ling's figure flickered a few times in the room and then disappeared.
Although Jian Xiuyun did not allow her to kill all the ghosts in the school, Yu Ling also needed to resolve the chaos outside, otherwise the other party would not let her off the hook!
Lu Jing gave Xiao Jin a look and tiptoed away. Xiao Jin lowered her eyes, seemingly lost in thought.
Seeing that no one was following, Lu Jing frowned, then turned his head and tilted his head at Xiao Jin.
Why not...
"Why are you in such a hurry? Aren't you going to say hello to me, you two... classmates?"
A voice suddenly broke the silence. Lu Jing's expression changed, and he reflexively turned around, only to see that Jian Xiuyun, who had been inside the room, was now standing behind him.
His handsome face held a smile as warm and captivating as the first blossoms of peach blossoms in spring. Yet, when those deep pupils, as dark as the deepest abyss in the night sky, shifted slightly, they revealed no emotion whatsoever, like a silent abyss beneath eternal ice, drawing one in involuntarily.
Lu Jing met his gaze for a moment, and felt as if his mind was being pulled by an invisible force, as if he were about to be swallowed by that deep vortex, so he quickly looked away.
After the handsome man finished speaking, he slowly approached. Lu Jing's heart sank, and an ominous premonition spread through his body like ice.
In a flash, his reaction was as fast as lightning. The bone whip, like a serpent breaking free from his palm, lashed out towards Jian Xiuyun's location with a piercing whistling sound.
However, the figure vanished as swiftly as a ghost, leaving only a lingering afterimage and a mocking smile in the air.
With a sharp tearing sound, the bone whip left a shocking crack on the carpet, and the dark red yarn scattered like fallen leaves ravaged by a gale.
Lu Jing's pupils contracted sharply. At this critical moment, a chilling aura silently approached from his left, like a venomous snake striking, aiming straight for his vitals. Instinctively, he mustered all his strength, drawing the dagger hidden in his left hand and ruthlessly stabbing it at the spot beside him.
But it was all too late.
Jian Xiuyun's figure seemed to emerge from nothingness. His right hand, as if cast in iron, precisely gripped Lu Jing's wrist with such force that it seemed capable of easily crushing steel. Lu Jing felt an irresistible force surge through him, and a sharp pain shot through his wrist, almost causing him to lose consciousness.
A faint smile graced Jian Xiuyun's face, yet that smile contained an undeniable coldness and contempt.
"Ha~ Overestimating yourself."
He then exerted a little force, and with a heart-stopping tearing sound, Lu Jing couldn't help but groan. His left arm was torn off like a fragile branch by Jian Xiuyun's incredible strength.
Instantly, blood gushed out like a spring, turning into specks of red plum blossoms that drew poignant arcs in the air before finally falling helplessly onto the carpet, merging with the already soaked dark red carpet below.
"Ugh!!" Lu Jing bit his lip hard, the veins on his forehead bulging. He retreated rapidly, moving away from Jian Xiuyun's side until he was backed against the wall, barely managing to steady himself.
Lu Jing's body trembled involuntarily amidst indescribable pain, his bloodshot eyes burning with fury as they were fixed on Jian Xiuyun.
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