Chapter 212 Evil Spirit 8
This is the most ordinary break.
Although Zhang Yanhui really wanted to get close to Jiang Chunmian, out of concern for her safety, Fang Zhengxiang was always a time bomb. If she got too close to him, it would always cause unnecessary trouble.
Therefore, when Jiang Chunmian was pulled away by the girl, he quickly lowered his head and pretended to be unfamiliar with Jiang Chunmian, writing and drawing on the paper with the black pen tip. When he came to his senses, he found that the clean paper was covered with the three words "Jiang Chunmian".
He smiled nervously and sweetly, not wanting to destroy it. He simply tore off the paper with the name written on it, folded it into a small square and put it in his pocket for safekeeping.
Jiang Chunmian was taken away from his seat by the girls for no apparent reason. The test book in his hand was shaking. The girl next to him glanced at Zhang Yanhui with an indescribable look, as if Zhang Yanhui was some disgusting and dirty thing.
Jiang Chunmian: "Hey, what do you want to say?"
He pulled her away mysteriously. If she hadn't been curious and wanted to hear what had happened that caused the whole class to distance themselves from Zhang Yanhui, she wouldn't have bothered to waste time with her.
The girl was not angered by Jiang Chunmian's attitude. Instead, she seemed to be completing a task. There was still a strange expression of disgust on her face, and she looked at Zhang Yanhui with contempt.
She said, "...Don't worry. There was a murder case in Tanhua Town a while ago. Let me tell you about it..."
Jiang Chunmian folded his arms and looked at the girl warily.
"...About ten years ago, a murder of passion occurred in Mei'er Lane. The roadside there was littered with shops advertising barbershops and massage parlors. One shop had a particularly beautiful owner, and men were vying for her 'haircuts'... Shops like these have ruined countless families, and yet a small place like ours doesn't even care!"
The man who spoke angrily said, "You are all shameless. You deserve to die!"
A passerby interrupted, "...Are you talking about Mei'er Lane? I know what I'm talking about! It was all over the place this morning. I have a friend in the gym class who has exclusive information from Fang Zhengxiang!"
The boy interjected with great interest, "...That woman's surname is Zhang, everyone calls her Zhang Xiaomei. She's secretly ruined many families, yet she herself has become wealthy with all the men's money...And her little son is so plump and healthy, I don't know whose son he is..."
The boy's smile was lewd, and his face was full of a faint obsession and longing, making him as disgusting as a rat that fell into an oil tank.
Black cracks appeared in the ceiling at some point. After several days of heavy rain, the walls of the school were covered with damp rain marks. The ground was also wet, and an unpleasant fishy smell filled the air.
A student ran hurriedly past clutching a dozen photos, grinning at the people chasing him. He held the photos high up, letting them fly in the air, spinning and falling, leaving the ground covered with snow-white photos.
More people joined in this secret frenzy. The study committee member who had once defended Zhang Yanhui tilted his glasses, looked at the randomly picked up photo, and said speechlessly, "How disgusting."
A student interrupted, saying, "...That woman is disgusting! God sees everything she does, and as expected, she got her comeuppance. First, the wives of the men who patronized her beat her up, leaving her unable to get out of bed for days. Then, the men who had developed feelings for her became jealous, and one dark night, they asked Zhang Xiaomei, who had recovered, to have sex in a barber shop. Afterward, they stabbed her to death on the bed made of broken planks... It's said that the man shouted, 'I want Zhang Xiaomei to belong to me,' and called her fickle, and eventually he stabbed her to death next to her..."
"Your information is inaccurate!"
"Zhang Xiaomei is not dead! She's still breathing. She was sent to the hospital and revived, but her organs are almost dead! She's become a vegetable..."
"But she died a few years ago!"
"...Like mother, like son. Look at these photos. They really shock me. How could he...how could he do such a thing? To inherit his mother's legacy?"
"Hahahaha, I didn't expect him to be so serious on the surface, but such a scoundrel behind the scenes..."
Jiang Chunmian had a vague guess. She recalled the alley she had been in yesterday and the scattered belts and condoms in the corridor. When she was shocked by the news and didn't know how to react, photos began to fall in front of her like snowflakes, as if she had to see them with her own eyes.
The boy next to her shoved something in her hand and said, "Look! Isn't this a beautiful photo? I think she's even prettier than the prettiest proprietress in Mei'er Lane!"
This sentence was obviously insulting, and Jiang Chunmian felt unhappy. Even if Zhang Yanhui's mother was engaged in that kind of thing, it was a decision she had to make for the livelihood of both of them. She didn't think that Zhang Yanhui was worthy of ridicule or slander.
...She had begun to lean towards Zhang Yanhui unconsciously. No matter how much malice and slander were expressed around her, her thoughts were firmly on Zhang Yanhui's side.
Flipping through the photo, it was a half-length photo of Zhang Yanhui. At that time, he was much more childish than he is now, with bones slightly exposed. Under the incandescent light, his fair skin was so beautiful that it seemed as if it was illuminated by holy light.
The delicate face coupled with the bewitching expression has the power to suck the soul out of the person who sees it.
Broad and thin shoulders, prominent collarbones, and smooth chest lines lead down to a narrow waist and abdomen. The seductive curves are suddenly blocked by a white cotton towel, and further down are two equally smooth and white slender legs. Even the shape of the toes is the most carefully carved, like the most perfect ivory work of art.
The boy came close to her and looked at the photo. His eyes became increasingly obsessed, and his words were blunt and greedy: "...If you really need money that badly, just come to me. Since he's so handsome that you can't tell whether he's a man or a woman, I can give him enough money..."
"...No, I guess that's not possible. I heard that people who do this kind of thing are very dirty. Maybe he's already sick. I want to live a few more years..."
"That's right, he must be infected."
"No wonder Fang Zhengxiang picked on him. Even Zhang Yanhui and I feel dirty just being in the same class..."
The cracks in the ceiling grew larger and larger, and dark red blood was faintly seeping out of the black cracks. In places invisible to the naked eye, the floor of the Qinxue Building gradually revealed its bright red interior under the scouring of the heavy rain, like a rushing river of blood.
Mixed with mud and heavy rain, it created a strange scene of blood gushing and flowing.
The boy in the photo seemed to possess the most cruel and bewitching ability. Jiang Chunmian was in a trance for a moment. Hearing the malicious, sarcastic and explicit words of the boy next to him, he felt his chest filled with surging anger. Without thinking, he punched the boy in the face.
"……Shut up!"
The boy was stunned for a moment, his pupils gradually turned dark and cloudy, he muttered some unpleasant words, and grabbed Jiang Chunmian's clothes and wanted to fight back, but Jiang Chunmian struggled free with his quick eyes and hands.
“…How dare you hit me!”
“…I’m going to kill you!”
The people around were driven uncontrollably by malice, waving their arms and grabbing towards Jiang Chunmian.
He muttered vicious words, "...The facts are right in front of you, why are you so unconvinced? Are you going to go against all of us?"
Jiang Chunmian felt a numbness on his back and ran away.
The footsteps behind me hit the floor, and the whole ground was shaking.
She ran with cold sweat on her face. She didn't expect that the most terrifying and incredible scene would unfold before her eyes. She was so panicked that she didn't have the energy to think about the reason for their sudden change, and was chased forward.
She pushed away the strange student blocking her way and ran to the corner of the corridor, hiding in the gap between the huge vase and the corner structure of the wall. She watched the students chasing her from behind running past her. She waited for a while, covered her chest and let out a long breath.
The moment he pushed open the vase, Fang Zhengxiang appeared in front of him holding a steel knife.
"...Ah, you're the one who was bewitched by Zhang Yanhui and repeatedly obstructed and angered me, right?"
"Today I will let you know the consequences of resisting me!"
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At the same time, inside the empty classroom, the pure black panel cracked in front of Zhang Yanhui, and the blood-stained word "death" gradually became clear. He should have felt fear, but a familiar and strange excitement rose in his heart.
Pure white photos fluttered down from the cracked ceiling. The boys in the photos were so handsome that it was hard to tell whether they were androgynous. Some of them were lying on their sides on chairs, some were sitting upright on chairs, and some were bathed in sunlight with pure white camellia flowers blooming beside them. The bright and dazzling golden light coated his cold body with a layer that did not belong to him.
Amidst the laughter and insults of the crowd in the corridor, dark clouds covered the sky layer by layer, and the sound of shattering glass could be heard from afar. Vivid scenes unfolded before his eyes -
The alienation, contempt, and verbal abuse from classmates, followed by endless rumors and unbridled bullying...
Zhang Yanhui was struck by the strange yet familiar scene. He suddenly fell to the ground, his limbs shaking uncontrollably. His eyes went blank for a moment. He anxiously took out a piece of white paper from his pocket, opened it, and saw neat handwriting.
Jiang Chunmian, Jiang Chunmian, Jiang Chunmian...
Jiang Chunmian, Jiang Chunmian, Jiang Chunmian...
Jiang Chunmian, Jiang Chunmian, Jiang Chunmian...
My previous plans went according to plan. After the college entrance exam, I would work part-time to earn money. I would balance my studies with my part-time job while in college, and after graduating from college, I would be able to get a job to support myself.
The appearance of Jiang Chunmian made him more determined to make a name for himself. He would work harder to get good grades, get into a better university, and get a more satisfying job.
...Only in this way can I have the opportunity to stand by her side and have the hope of expressing my inner thoughts to her...
Zhang Yanhui staggered to his feet, pinched the paper, and pressed it hard into his palm, as if he wanted to embed it into his bones and blood.
Walking into the corridor, what caught his eye was a mountain of pure white photographic paper piled up like a grave. He picked up a piece at random, and then his face turned pale and his forehead swelled and ached. The cracks in the wall around him were getting bigger and bigger.
In those cracks, the dark red blood gradually turned bright red and hot.
Zhang Yanhui fell heavily into the sea of piled papers. As the scene unfolding before him became clearer and clearer, the heart that was beating in his chest gradually became silent, like a flower that had long since withered and died.
——The delicate boy had a cold face, and his limbs were as white and transparent as ice sculptures, revealing an inhuman appearance.
The wall outside the Qinxue Building had completely peeled off, revealing a rich, dazzling bright red color. In the misty rain, the surging blood stagnated for a moment, and then began to flow even more hotly.
It flows into the ground through the gaps, making the white tile surface dark red and slippery.
"She knows..."
Zhang Yanhui didn't dare to think about how Jiang Chunmian would react after learning about his family situation. That was his mother. Although it was difficult to talk about it due to her profession, it was his mother who raised him and made him worry-free during the years she was alive. Although he loved and respected his mother, he still couldn't help feeling inferior and desperate.
——He is so dirty that he doesn’t deserve Jiang Chunmian’s favor.
He even swayed, not sure whether Jiang Chunmian's existence was real or a lonely fantasy of his.
The evil spirit haunted by resentment has long forgotten the hatred it had when it was first formed. The past resentment and curses, as well as the obsession of wanting everyone to pay the price, have long been left behind at this moment.
He just wanted to find Jiang Chunmian, just wanted to find her.
Those students and teachers who appeared before him, with their limbs pierced by black lines, looked like zombies. Even the faces he once hated were like background boards with no sense of existence in front of Zhang Yanhui. He waved his hand and pushed them away.
He walked with strange steps, opening one empty classroom after another.
As more and more empty classrooms appeared before his eyes, he could only hold the piece of paper with Jiang Chunmian's name on it tightly to fill the gaping hole in his chest. His beautiful eyes gradually lost their brilliance and became empty and cold.
"...Who told her that..."
"...Even if it's just an illusion, I still want to keep her. Who is who is who..."
The resentful words unique to evil spirits, wrapped in the darkest energy, caused those who had long lost their minds due to the infection of the black air to go crazy on the spot. Many fainted, and some covered their heads and whimpered in pain.
——At the moment when the evil spirit regained its memory, the invisible black fog gradually became thicker, and the people trapped inside also recalled the hellish scene that day.
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