Ahead, a large plume of black energy, as if alive, raged at the spot where Jian Xiuyun's shoulder intertwined with the nails, and a faint look of surprise seemed to linger on his face.
When her gaze fell upon Lu Jing, who had returned, Jian Xiuyun adjusted her expression and smiled at him.
In the dim light, Jian Xiuyun's smile was so glaring to Lu Jing; it was a knowing yet deliberately provocative display. Disdain and silence intertwined to form an invisible net, binding Lu Jing tightly.
"What are you laughing at?" Lu Jing's voice was low and dangerous, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth. He slowly took a step forward, his left arm still throbbing slightly.
Jian Xiuyun's smile remained unchanged, a hint of amusement flashing in his eyes. "Of course I'm laughing at you, for overestimating yourself." His words were light and casual, yet they struck Lu Jing's heart like a heavy hammer.
As he finished speaking, the black aura surrounding him seemed to respond to his call, surging even more wildly, with some wisps even beginning to spread towards Lu Jing.
At the same time, Jian Xiuyun's smile grew wider and wider. If he had acted like a responsible teacher when Xiao Jin was around, now in Lu Jing's eyes, Jian Xiuyun exuded a sinister and eerie aura, and was not human at all!
Lu Jing's pupils contracted sharply. He could feel the evil and despair contained in that black aura, a terrifying power capable of devouring all life.
At first, Lu Jing remained calm, but he soon noticed that the Soul-Suppressing Nail embedded in Jian Xiuyun's shoulder was being slowly pried open by the black energy and was gradually moving outward.
They could only hold him off for a short while!
This scene terrified Lu Jing so much that he forgot all his thoughts. A flash of blue light appeared in his hand, and he threw a stun grenade into the depths of the corridor. At the same time, Lu Jing dashed away.
'boom!'
With a tremendous tremor behind him, Lu Jing dared not linger, nor did he have the courage to check on Jian Xiuyun's life or death.
Lu Jing's caution undoubtedly saved his life.
A few seconds later, a tall figure appeared where Lu Jing had just been. Jian Xiuyun was completely unharmed despite facing the stun grenade.
Under the influence of the ghostly energy within her body, the holes previously created by the Soul-Suppressing Nails are gradually healing, and Jian Xiuyun's tattered clothes are returning to normal. Looking at it now, everything that just happened seems like an illusion.
“Heh~” Jian Xiuyun looked down at the Soul-Suppressing Nail in her palm. The yellow talisman on the nail had long since turned into ashes, and the nail itself was dull and lifeless.
"It's been so long since I've met someone who suits my taste so well!" Jian Xiuyun glanced vaguely in the direction Xiao Jin had left, clenched her fist and then released it, a cloud of ashes scattering on the ground.
"Why don't you stay?"
The next second, only empty air remained where they stood.
…………
After leaving the rooftop, Xiao Jin realized that Lu Jing hadn't followed her, but she didn't plan to go back to look for him.
Having spent time together, Xiao Jin had come to understand Lu Jing's character. He was a liar with a sinister personality, and now that he had a chance, he would definitely want to get revenge for that arm.
As for whether Jian Xiuyun would die, Xiao Jin said she wasn't that naive. That guy Jian Xiuyun, despite his good act, was actually dripping with evil.
Even Yu Ling, with her full strength, kept her distance from him. As for Lu Jing, it would be fine if this troublemaker died; at the very least, he could help her hold off Jian Xiuyun, even if only for a while.
Anyway, Xiao Jin didn't like either of them.
When Xiao Jin came down to the top floor, he found that the turmoil outside seemed to have subsided. Not only had the bloodstains and corpses around him disappeared, but even the ruins that had been created by the stitched-together ghost had been completely restored to their original state.
Yu Ling was quite quick.
Running out of the teaching building, Xiao Jin immediately spotted a dozen or so players hanging in mid-air next to the flagpole, including the two unlucky guys, Han Chuan and Wu Tianjin.
Xiao Jin frowned slightly. It seemed that Yu Ling had found all the surviving players who had been hiding while cleaning the school.
At this moment, Han Chuan and the other players were tightly bound by chains woven from ghostly energy, suspended in mid-air. The chains shimmered with a ghostly blue light, outlining distorted and desperate silhouettes in the dim light.
The players struggled and cried in the air, begging Yu Ling not to kill them.
The reason lies on the ground. The simple, grayish-brown cement slabs are now as blood-red as the deepest night sky. Dozens of sharp spikes, formed from pure ghostly energy, suddenly rise from the sea of blood, each one extremely sharp and radiating a cold light capable of severing the soul.
They mercilessly pierced through the bodies of several players, suspending them high in the air, blood gushing out and creating ripples of crimson. The air was thick with the suffocating stench of rust and decay.
Yu Ling stood on the flag-raising platform, her eyes like two bottomless pools of cold water, her whole being surrounded by a chilling and sinister aura.
Around her, all sorts of vengeful ghosts lay prostrate on the ground, their faces distorted and their forms varied, but all of them showed deep awe and fear when they looked at Yu Ling.
However, when these vengeful spirits turned their gaze to the players who were hanging, their eyes were instantly filled with greed and desire, as if long-starved beasts had finally found their prey and were waiting for them to fall.
Suddenly, Yu Ling waved her hand, and the ropes binding a player vanished. He screamed as he crashed heavily to the ground, his body pierced by sharp spikes. He died before he could even let out a scream.
This scene undoubtedly irritated the players who were hanging in the air. They cried and howled, and Han Chuan couldn't help but shout at Yu Ling.
"We did help you out, and you're repaying kindness with enmity. We should have just kept you waiting outside; we wouldn't have bothered with you at all!"
"Would it kill you to say one less word?" Wu Tianjin kicked Han Chuan in annoyance, but no matter how you looked at him, his face was paler than the ghosts on the ground.
Hearing this, Yu Ling felt as if a sore spot had been hit, and at that moment, the emotions that had been suppressed in her heart completely erupted.
Her eyes were bloodshot, and a chilling wind rose around her, causing the little ghosts to tumble and roll about. Then, Yu Ling raised her arm and slowly clenched her fist.
In mid-air, Han Chuan suddenly felt an irresistible force as the chains on his body suddenly attacked, like a giant python coiling around him, instantly tightening every inch of his skin and the passage for breathing.
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