B—A—S—C—SS…

Jiang Ji had very bad luck and never jumped onto SSS.

She continued to repeat it numbly. After who knows how many times she had stabbed him, her mental power finally fixed on SSS!

The familiar feeling returned, and Jiang Ji finally pulled out the knife. The handle was already wet with the sweat from her palms.

The vast and surging spiritual power cheered and poured into her body. Jiang Ji saw a blood-red space node in the black fog.

She tore open a crack with her bare hands and stepped in.

Ying Huai's world is filled with dark and gloomy tones, and is filled with repression, distortion, madness and chaos everywhere.

All life forms in this world are twisted balls of blood. Jiang Ji stands in front of the gate of a closed school.

On the door hung a plaque with the words "Yu Zhang Academy" inscribed on it, and each large gold-plated character was slowly bleeding.

Looking around, the academy was full of people, whose body outlines were drawn by twisted blood lines.

Some of the people on the blood line are wearing black uniform skirts, like walking clothes racks. They are the teachers here.

Some of the blood lines were wearing camouflage uniforms, and those holding rulers and whips were instructors.

Those bloody people squatting on the ground and being beaten and punished, wearing tattered school uniforms, are students.

Among these blood lines, Jiang Ji saw the young Ying Huai at a glance.

In this crazy and bizarre spiritual world, he is the only one who still looks like a normal person.

During this period, Ying Huai was still a young man who had just been sent here, with a cold expression and fierce eyes.

His defiant look irritated the bloated head teacher.

He was locked up in a dark, closed room with only a hole for breathing air. He slept on a dirty, torn mat next to him. The room was crawling with cockroaches and rats. Every three days, a bucket of dirty water and moldy steamed buns infested with worms were brought in.

No one spoke to him and the silence was suffocating. He needed to spend a week here.

Jiang Ji saw that these rooms were filled with tall and thin ghosts, who were staring at the locked-up children like vultures.

The little girl in the next room had been hungry for three days. She lay motionless in the corner, her body already emitting a faint corpse odor. A ghost finally couldn't wait to squeeze into her body, walked out of the small dark room with a smile on its face, and became well-behaved and sensible.

This is a place that specializes in producing good children.

Parents regard this place as a "holy place" for bad kids to learn, and they rush to send their children here.

But they didn't know that under the human skin, an evil spirit had quietly taken its place.

Ying Huai was not sent here because he was naughty. He was different from other children since he was young.

On the first day of kindergarten, Ying Huai saw a little girl lying on his friend’s back. He told the babysitter who picked him up and the kindergarten principal about it. The next day, the little boy drowned in the artificial lake.

From that day on, everyone around him treated him as a little monster.

When he was twelve years old, Ying Huai saw a female ghost with bloody eyes lying on his father. Not long after, his father jumped from the company building, his mother divorced him quickly, and he was thrown into this academy by his uncle.

This time he was imprisoned because he disrupted a male teacher's assault on a girl and was caught and hung up and beaten by the instructor.

The boy refused to admit his mistake and curled up on the ground without a sound of pain.

His body was covered with bloody marks from being whipped with a barbed whip. He refused to kneel before the instructor and refused to lick the thick phlegm on the ground.

His back was a bloody mess, and his drooping head was lifted up by the collar. His dark eyes suddenly turned blood red. The instructor with a hideous grin on his face seemed to have seen the most horrifying scene in his life. He screamed and fell to the ground, rolling on the ground, blood slowly flowing from his eyes.

The mental power of an S-level psychic is too pure, and Ying Huai at this age cannot control his own abilities at all.

Jiang Ji read it expressionlessly. These memory fragments that appeared in the comics were replayed in a three-dimensional form.

These scenes were quickly passed over like a synopsis, jumping to the timeline in the illusion.

Ying Huai was thrown into the liberation room again.

I don’t know how many times this has happened.

Jiang Ji walked among the blood lines that were stopping to talk, her eyes scanning for something, until she saw a female blood line with the vice-principal's work badge passing by. She picked up the vase next to her and smashed it at the woman. The blood line fell to the ground without making a sound.

She quickly took off her black business suit with a wrapped skirt.

The woman was tied up and locked in the empty small dark room next to her, and a sign was hung on it that read "Reflect on yourself, do not disturb."

She put on the new equipment and walked on the road. The blood lines she met greeted her enthusiastically.

The blood lines in the corridor all looked at her, but under the misleading of SSS's mental power, they did not notice any difference at all.

Jiang Ji entered the execution room, and was hit by a foul stench. The young man had a black band covering his eyes, and was dying.

The wounds on his body were already oozing with fester, his hands and feet were broken, and handcuffed behind his back at a twisted angle. Those who beat him didn't give him any medicine, and they didn't even give him any moldy steamed buns... Ying Huai's elders had said that they wanted him to die here.

Jiang Ji reached out and touched his face. It was burning hot. He had a high fever.

"Ying Huai, are you okay?"

The young man's pale, chapped lips stammered, his voice extremely weak.

"What?" She leaned forward.

The only shoulder that the boy could still move was hit hard.

"!" Jiang Ji dodged sideways.

Tsk, he is indeed a ferocious wolf cub.

Even after being beaten like this, he still dared to show his teeth at her!

That final resistance used up the last bit of his strength, and Ying Huai fell heavily back to the ground. The pain made him sober up for a short moment, or perhaps it was a last moment of clarity before death. He heard a curse with a smile:

"Little wolf..."

The voice was clear and slightly cool, different from all the teachers in the academy, very young and... very nice to listen to.

The hand reached out, as if trying to tear off the band on his eyes.

But he paused for a moment and then didn't do it.

After a while, the hand reached out to his wound, which felt itchy as if ants were biting his heart. Ying Huai wanted to dodge away in disgust, but he had no strength left. He only felt gusts of warm air coming from the palm of his hand, and the wound, which was numb with pain, seemed to be less painful.

There was a "click" sound behind me.

His wrists suddenly loosened and the handcuffs behind his back were opened.

"You can leave here now. Your power is far greater than this. Now, you can take revenge as much as you want..."

Like a demon