Chapter 214 Evil Spirit 10
Jiang Chunmian stepped back.
Fang Zhengxiang raised his machete and approached step by step.
He must be sick!
Although the chaotic situation made Jiang Chunmian confused, he couldn't figure out where those messy photos came from. The entire corridor was piled with photos, with the backs facing up, creating a desolate white.
Life was at stake. Jiang Chunmian begged for mercy, "Put down the knife! This is illegal, you know? If you chop me down with this knife today, you'll be a murderer and go to jail. Calm down... calm down first!"
Fang Zhengxiang's eyes flushed red: "Are you scared now? It's too late!"
He raised his machete high, his voice carrying a chilling chill, and said with a smile, "Zhang Yanhui, Zhang Yanhui, this is all Zhang Yanhui's fault! It's all his fault! If it weren't for him, I wouldn't be like this. Since I can't find him, I'll kill you first!"
I have no idea what he's saying... I've really met a lunatic.
Jiang Chunmian secretly sighed at her bad luck. As he stepped forward with red eyes, she quickly squatted down and hid behind a flowerpot. The machete landed heavily on the flowerpot, causing the half-person-high pot to shatter instantly. The soil inside scattered on the ground. She instinctively hid in the corner of the wall. Just as she was about to stand up and escape elsewhere, she suddenly saw behind Fang Zhengxiang that the corridor covered by the white photo was actually gushing with blood.
Jiang Chunmian blinked, and blinked again.
...Is it my eyes blurring out, or is it a hallucination before death?
Then she watched helplessly as the stream of blood rushed towards her, just like the moment a volcano erupted. The huge explosive force caused the magma to destroy the world in an instant, without giving Jiang Chunmian enough time to think, and she was wrapped up in it.
Strangely, the liquid that looks like plasma does not have the slightest fishy smell, but instead has a sweet and alluring fragrance.
Jiang Chunmian took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, the blood stream that was so noticeable in front of her disappeared. Instead, Zhang Yanhui came running over. He hugged her tightly in his arms, and his arms were so strong that he seemed afraid of losing her, locking her tightly inside.
“Puff—”
The sound of the knife sinking into flesh was sharp and piercing.
Jiang Chunmian widened her eyes. She was forced to bear Zhang Yanhui's weight and staggered back a few steps. After she stood firm, she found that his face was pale and his lips had lost their color.
"Zhang Yanhui! Why are you rushing over? I can dodge. What's wrong with you? Just bear with it, let's get out of here." Jiang Chunmian spoke incoherently, hugged his waist, and dragged him forward, crying as he ran: "...You are not going to die, are you?"
In the critical moment, Zhang Yanhui was willing to sacrifice his life to protect Jiang Chunmian. He was so moved that he burst into tears. Then he saw the scars on his back. The machete had left deep blood marks, and blood kept dripping while he was running.
She rebuked him angrily, "...Why did you come here in that situation?"
The pain is real, the blood is real, and the evil spirit transformed by resentment is already dead. Even if its head is cut off, it can heal with the passage of time.
Zhang Yanhui was used to the pain. The wounds on his back were slowly healing. These wounds had originally felt like tickles to him, but now they suddenly felt a hundred times more painful. The pain was so severe that sweat broke out on his forehead. Even his steps to escape became weak, and he could only move forward with the support of Jiang Chunmian.
Zhang Yanhui forced a fake smile: "I don't want you to get hurt."
"I can dodge it!" Jiang Chunmian emphasized.
Zhang Yan replied: "Even if there is a one percent chance of hurting you, I can't just stand by and watch. I would rather be the one being chopped off."
"...As expected, you got hacked," Jiang Chunmian gave him a displeased look. Seeing that he still hadn't realized he should avoid danger, he tightened his grip on his waist and said anxiously, "You're almost dead! We don't know if we can heal that wound on your back. Fang Zhengxiang is chasing us, and we don't know if we can escape from the school. If we don't get medical help in time..."
Thinking of the consequences of Zhang Yanhui bleeding to death, Jiang Chunmian shed tears of self-blame, "Who asked you to save me? You couldn't hide away, and yet you ran over here? You weren't worried even after being stabbed... What are you laughing at? Don't you have a sense of crisis?"
Zhang Yanhui pushed open the door next to him, and the two of them hid inside and locked the door. He leaned against the wall and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of Jiang Chunmian's eyes.
"I'm fine... I'm really fine. I won't die." He waited for a moment, then turned around to show her the wound on his back. "The knife must have been blunt, not sharp. It just broke the skin and caused a little bleeding. Look, the bleeding has stopped now."
Jiang Chunmian took a closer look. The school uniform was chopped open by the machete, revealing the blood-stained back inside. The bloodstains were particularly conspicuous on the boy's fair skin. The butterfly bones on both sides seemed to want to break through the restraint of the clothes and spread their wings to fly. Zhang Yanhui supported the wall with one hand, enduring the pain of the flesh healing. He twisted his neck and stared intently at Jiang Chunmian's face full of worry and self-blame.
"I'm not lying to you, it's really nothing, just a minor injury."
Jiang Chunmian reached out blankly and touched the shredded fabric. His fingertips were stained with fresh blood. He said in disbelief, "But that knife..."
The knife smashed the vase, and she looked at Zhang Yanhui's back several times during the escape, and the wounds she saw looked completely different from the ones she saw now. Could it be that she was dazzled again?
Jiang Chunmian closed his eyes tightly and then opened them again.
"Okay, don't think too much." Zhang Yanhui pursed her lips and smiled.
Jiang Chunmian thought of the blood-red river that flashed before his eyes, clenched his fist and hit his head, "...Then maybe I was really dazzled, how is it possible?" Just after he finished hitting, Zhang Yanhui clenched his fist.
"Don't knock your head."
Zhang Yanhui turned around, took her wrist and walked inside. This was an unused classroom, empty except for a conference table. Zhang Yanhui wiped a corner with his sleeve and motioned for Jiang Chunmian to sit down.
"Maybe you've been under a lot of pressure recently, and then you encountered something like this, so it's inevitable that you'll have strange thoughts. You rest here for a while, and I'll go out and lead Fang Zhengxiang away. He wants to hurt you because of me, so you can leave after I lead him away."
Jiang Chunmian decisively refused: "You're injured! Can't we just hide here and wait for him to leave? There's no need to go out and take risks."
A loud noise came from the classroom next door. It was the sound of a machete hitting the wooden door and breaking it.
"Crash--" the wooden door shattered into pieces and fell to the floor.
Fang Zhengxiang's voice rang out in anger: "There's no such thing in this classroom. Just wait for me. Hide in the classroom and wait for me. I'll find you soon. Don't even think about running away..."
Just when Jiang Chunmian was still in a daze, Zhang Yanhui opened the classroom door and his voice came from the corridor. His voice was calm, which was completely different from Fang Zhengxiang's angry voice.
"Don't look for me, I'm here."
Then, there was the sound of the floor being quickly stepped on.
...We absolutely cannot let Zhang Yanhui face danger alone! He's seriously injured in the back. Even if, as he said, it wasn't a serious injury, it would be difficult for him to defeat an ordinary person with such a wound, let alone Fang Zhengxiang, who has gone insane without knowing the reason!
Facing it alone would be tantamount to giving his life away with his own hands.
Jiang Chunmian hurried out, but strangely, there was no one around. She was so anxious that she turned around and around, but there was no sound coming from any direction. She stamped her feet and randomly picked out the strongest piece of broken wood that could be used as a weapon. She shouted at the top of her voice into the corridor: "Hey! Zhang Yanhui, where are you! Fang Zhengxiang - are you sick - come here if you can!"
Only her voice echoed in the corridor.
But the next moment, footsteps were heard.
Jiang Chunmian raised the wooden board vigilantly and looked towards the source of the sound. A familiar person ran out from the corner. It was the crazy classmate from Class 4. He was followed by the group of people who had chased Jiang Chunmian before. When they saw their target, they quickened their pace and ran towards Jiang Chunmian.
"Oops, forgot about them..."
Before running away, Jiang Chunmian kicked the wooden boards on the ground, and the scattered wooden boards immediately tripped several people. While the people behind her were in a panic, she ran around in the corridor, kicking open every classroom and finding them empty.
Unable to shake off the person behind her, Zhang Yanhui had no trace left. She was so anxious that she didn't know what to do. She finally returned to the classroom to get her cell phone, but the call to the police was still unanswered.
Life is at stake. These students are in a frenzy. Jiang Chunmian has no confidence that he can escape from their blockade. He can only hope that Zhang Yanhui can be smarter and not confront Fang Zhengxiang head-on.
She turned and ran out of the Qinxue Building, hiding in the bushes at the corner.
After everyone disappeared from his sight, he let out a long breath, turned around and went back to the Qinxue Building.
…
The other side.
Men's restroom.
Fang Zhengxiang looked at the bizarre scene in front of him in disbelief. Just a moment ago, the swinging machete hit Zhang Yanhui's arm as expected, directly chopping off most of his arm, leaving only the sticky flesh and blood connecting it.
Fang Zhengxiang was proud and happy: "Now you know how powerful I am! I'm not just talking, this is what happens when you offend me. Let's see who dares to disobey me in the future, hahahaha..."
The laughter stopped abruptly.
His eyes were gradually filled with fear as he watched helplessly as the broken arm that was about to fall was lifted up. New flesh and blood wrapped around it like mycelium, bringing the broken surface back into contact with the wound on his shoulder, and then the healing process began.
The blood turned into something like mycelium and flew around in the narrow space of the toilet. Zhang Yanhui in front of him showed an inhuman face that was comparable to the ghosts in horror movies. The whites of his eyes were spread and swallowed by the black, and his two pure black eyeballs stared straight at him. His short hair turned from dry to wet. Fang Zhengxiang looked with wide eyes and found that it was not water that wet his hair, but bright red blood.
Only then did he realize that the water marks on the toilet floor were not water, but blood. He screamed, "Ahhhhhhh! Who the hell are you!"
Fang Zhengxiang crawled to the toilet cubicle, quickly closed the door, and curled up in the corner, frantically wiping the blood from his palms. He kept praying in his heart, "This is all fake, this is all fake, this is all fake..."
"Ah! Ghost, ghost!"
Following his line of sight, he saw Zhang Yanhui sitting on top of the toilet door, his school uniform stained bright red with blood. His arm, severed by a machete, fell onto Fang Zhengxiang's body, while Zhang Yanhui's right arm was still intact. What was even more strange was his face, which showed no emotion at all, as he stared at him expressionlessly.
Zhang Yanhui didn't say anything, which undoubtedly added to the atmosphere of terror. Broken limbs were scattered all around Fang Zhengxiang, pressing him tightly into the corner. He held his head and cried, tears and snot all over his face. Soon, thick yellow liquid flowed on the floor of the cubicle, and the smell of urine filled the air in the cubicle.
Fang Zhengxiang collapsed: "I was wrong, I was wrong, don't kill me, don't kill me... Please let me go."
He covered his head and shook it continuously, with a chaotic stream of images flashing before his eyes. There were countless bullying scenes on campus caused by resentment, and the scene of being grabbed by the collar by Zhang Yanhui and thrown to the ground. The vibrant life disappeared before his eyes, and the wide-open eyes before death stared at him, just like the eyes on the toilet door at this moment, empty and gloomy.
He remembered that every late night after the fall, he was visited by nightmares, and the fear continued to deepen. His heartbeat suddenly stopped for a moment, and then resumed. He was buried in the toilet by broken limbs. In the fishy environment, Fang Zhengxiang suddenly broke into a smile.
"...I'm the boss at school. Everyone has to listen to me. Even the teachers don't dare to do anything to me, let alone a bunch of poor students like you... Hahahaha... Who are you? I'm not afraid of you..."
He curled up, hugged his knees, and muttered incomprehensible words.
Zhang Yanhui tilted his head, feeling extremely bored. He was born out of resentment and for revenge, but when he saw Fang Zhengxiang being frightened to the point of insanity, he didn't feel much excitement, but instead felt that his time was wasted.
He waited quietly at the partition door for a while, and when the bloody wound on his arm healed to a level that Jiang Chunmian could accept, he wanted to jump down. Before he landed, he looked into the eyes of Jiang Chunmian who was standing at the door.
“…”
Jiang Chunmian had to be on guard against the sudden appearance of a crazy classmate, while also keeping an eye out for Zhang Yanhui's whereabouts. The tension made her body tense to the extreme. Suddenly, she saw Zhang Yanhui sitting on the partition door, and she couldn't help but throw the wooden board in her hand at him.
"Bang!"
Zhang Yanhui covered his forehead.
"You..." Jiang Chunmian quickly closed the toilet door, locked it, took a few steps forward, and stared at him warily, "What are you doing sitting there?"
Could it be that he, like the other students, had been driven mad by unknown factors? Otherwise, there was no explanation for his strange behavior of sitting on the partition door.
She picked up the wooden board again cautiously, facing Zhang Yanhui, ignoring his face full of grievance, and asked coldly: "Tell me! What are you doing sitting on it!"
Zhang Yanhui's forehead was hit red, and he reached out to rub it. The view in the toilet was dim, and he was not sure whether Jiang Chunmian saw his strange expression just now. The moment his pupils returned to normal, he decided to stay put and quickly search for a solution in his mind.
"I... I said I was avoiding Fang Zhengxiang, do you believe me?"
Jiang Chunmian didn't say anything.
Zhang Yanhui pursed his lips and showed her his injured right arm. "He slashed me with a knife. The toilet was small and there was no place to escape. I could only climb upstairs to hide."
As he spoke, his fingers curled up.
He didn't mean to lie to her, but he was just considering the consequences of her knowing the truth. No one can accept that the people around them are evil spirits. If exposed, Jiang Chunmian would leave here and leave him, and he would never see her again.
He clenched his fingers tightly and said in a more serious tone: "Can I, can I go down now?"
Jiang Chunmian took a look at his wound and confirmed that Zhang Yanhui was in a normal mood at the moment and showed no signs of madness. Then she felt guilty and apologized repeatedly.
"I'm sorry... come down!"
When Zhang Yanhui landed, Jiang Chunmian locked the door, moved closer to him, and carefully observed his injured right arm.
Half of his arm hung at his side, and the cuffs and back of his clothes were torn, revealing hideous bloodstains.
Jiang Chunmian didn't dare to touch him, and unconsciously reached out to pinch his drooping sleeves, "Why is it so serious..."
From a distance, it looked like a minor injury, but upon closer inspection, one could see that the entire bone was exposed, with the flesh turned inside out. No wonder his face was so pale when he first met Zhang Yanhui, almost whiter than the wall.
She actually suspected Zhang Yanhui.
Jiang Chunmian blamed himself so much that he squeezed out two tears and said bitterly, "Don't let me run into Fang Zhengxiang, or I'll beat him to a pulp! How hateful!"
He lowered his eyes and stared at Jiang Chunmian in front of him, seeing her worry and her anger, but not... the nervousness and shyness when facing the opposite sex. He pursed his lips, and his eyelashes drooped thickly, covering his eyes full of desire.
"I'm fine, really fine. Don't worry."
Jiang Chunmian hummed a word, not listening carefully to the comfort in his words. This is what the injured people say to the people around them, "It's okay, it's okay." In fact, the pain was almost unbearable, and she wanted to take him to the hospital as soon as possible.
As she opened the restroom door, she asked, "Where's Fang Zhengxiang? Where is he?"
The two men turned to the stairs. Jiang Chunmian was alertly watching his surroundings when he heard Zhang Yanhui say, "After he slashed me... I don't know what happened, he suddenly went crazy. I don't know where he went."
While speaking, he kept his head down and did not dare to look Jiang Chunmian in the eye.
Jiang Chunmian nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and accompanied him to the hospital in a taxi.
After all, the blood on the arm was really scary.
Arriving at the hospital, the doctor treated Zhang Yanhui's arm. When the two stopped a car on the side of the road, Zhang Yanhui was the first to speak: "Meier Lane."
Jiang Chunmian thought about it. Such a strange thing happened today. If she went home alone, she would start to think too much. It would be better for her to go home with Zhang Yan. She also had something to ask.
When they arrived at Zhang Yanhui's home, Jiang Chunmian sat on the sofa in a familiar manner. She was exhausted from being chased continuously and didn't care about her image, let alone taking care of the classmate who had an injured arm.
"Drink some water first." The injury was only on his right hand, which did not hinder his movements. The moment he returned home, he poured a glass of warm water for Jiang Chunmian, thought for a moment, and chose to sit next to her.
The sofa collapsed, and Zhang Yanhui pursed her lips and curled them up silently.
There was no one around. Jiang Chunmian drank two sips of water, calmed down, and said, "...What is going on? I must be dreaming!"
Zhang Yanhui pondered for a moment and said, "It wasn't a dream. I saw it too."
"Why did everyone go crazy all of a sudden?" Jiang Chunmian scratched his hair. "It wasn't sudden, actually. From the first day I arrived at the class, I felt something was wrong. There were people fighting everywhere. It was like they were influenced by something and became bad! Yes, they are bad. Even if I told the teacher something, he wouldn't do anything."
"Could it really be haunted?"
Zhang Yanhui suddenly tensed up: "But... maybe."
Jiang Chunmian noticed that Zhang Yanhui was not in the right mood, and suddenly remembered that time in the infirmary. He was very afraid of the dark. People who are afraid of the dark are probably afraid of ghosts, right? In fact, she was afraid too. She was not afraid before because she thought there were no ghosts. Now it is different from the past. The various strange things in the school can no longer support the previous scientific theories.
Jiang Chunmian rubbed his arms, approached Zhang Yanhui, and pretended to be calm and said, "It's okay! Even if it really is a ghost, don't be afraid, I'm here... We will face it together. You must not become like that."
Her voice trembled: "I'm actually scared too."
Zhang Yan looked back at her, her eyelashes trembling, and she spoke softly: "...No."
He said, “I won’t do that.”
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