Chapter 223 Evil Spirit 19
Jiang Chunmian put his hand to his head and looked at Zhang Yanhui who had opened the door. He asked in confusion, "How did you get here so quickly?"
From the moment she spotted Zhang Yanhui at the window, he appeared at the ward door. It had only been a few seconds. He must have been sprinting like a 100-meter sprint, right? Her gaze fell on Zhang Yanhui's sweat-stained forehead, and she nodded affirmatively, "I'm in the ward. I'm not leaving."
"I'm scared."
Zhang Yanhui stared at Jiang Chunmian for a long time, but didn't see any clues on her face. He breathed a sigh of relief, walked over to sit beside her, frowned slightly, stared at the bulge on the back of her head, and said bitterly, "He got taken away so easily! It's too easy for him!"
"What else do you want?" Jiang Chunmian stretched out his hand. "Help me up. I can't stand steadily. My head is dizzy. I see you twice."
Zhang Yanhui stood up and supported her with his arm.
He was thinking of all kinds of vicious ideas to inflict on the fat man. His pupils suddenly became cloudy and dark, and a thick black aura invisible to the naked eye emanated from him. The temperature in the ward continued to drop.
Jiang Chunmian: "It's strange. He was so strong and hit me with the tip of a brick, but why didn't I bleed? Could it be that my head is hard..."
Zhang Yanhui pursed his lips, his brows and eyes slightly sad. He reached out his free hand to grab her arm, steadying her, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Jiang Chunmian shook his head and then hissed.
Zhang Yan replied: "Why are you trying to show off to me? Go to bed and rest for a while!"
He supported her and was about to walk towards the bed, but Jiang Chunmian stopped and said, "I don't want to stay here. I feel it's too cold in this room, and the school is also eerie. We should leave quickly! If we're a step late and a few more Li Des show up, we won't be able to escape..."
Zhang Yanhui nodded and helped Jiang Chunmian walk out. When they reached the corridor, Jiang Chunmian's vision gradually became clear, and the double images lingering in front of him disappeared. He met Teacher Yang, the person in charge of the infirmary.
Teacher Yang: "Student, please stay here and rest for a while! Although the injury is not serious, it will still be affected if you move too hastily."
Jiang Chunmian refused and said, "Thank you for your concern, teacher. I'm afraid of such a thing happening in school. I'd better go home."
"That's right." Teacher Yang squinted her eyes and looked at the person next to her, then adjusted the frame of her glasses, "This student looks so familiar..."
Zhang Yanhui pursed her lips slightly, revealing two dimples.
Teacher Yang suddenly realized: "You are Zhang Yanhui! You always forget things when you get old, but you are a famous person in the school."
She joked, as if thinking of something funny: "That was when you fainted in the playground. I had snacks for the students in my locker. The day you came to the infirmary, there were a lot more girls coming to see you... I remember one girl even stopped you and confessed her love to you. She was also a school celebrity, her name was... her name was..."
Zhang Yanhui interrupted her, "Teacher, I'm still a student, and my studies are my priority! We won't interfere with your work. She needs to go home, so I'll take her away."
Teacher Yang: "Okay."
With Zhang Yanhui's appearance and grades, he was not an unknown person on campus. Many people liked him and many people envied him, but that was a long time ago. After meeting Fang Zhengxiang, his life became dark and dead.
Zhang Yanhui tightened his grip on Jiang Chunmian's fingers.
When they reached the stairs, Zhang Yanhui suggested, "Let me carry you! Your injury is because of me. If you weren't with me, you wouldn't be blamed..." He squatted down and looked sideways at Jiang Chunmian, "Come up. What if the wound doesn't heal properly and leaves sequelae? Do you still have double vision?"
"There's no double vision anymore, I can see clearly." Jiang Chunmian held onto the railing and refused to move. He glanced at his clothes twice, bit his lip, and asked, "What's wrong with your clothes?"
"What?"
"Why is there so much blood on your clothes? Are you injured somewhere, or did you get it rubbed against your face somewhere?"
Jiang Chunmian took a few steps back. Next to him was the door to the stairwell. Bright sunlight shone through the corridor into the stairwell. Looking down from above, the view of the corridor was dim, and the blood soaking the corner of Zhang Yanhui's clothes was particularly conspicuous.
Zhang Yanhui stood on the steps, originally intending to carry her on his back, but now he immersed himself in the dim environment.
After the resentment enveloping Epiphyllum No. 1 dissipated, the true appearances hidden by the illusions would gradually be revealed. He could not control the blood that gushed out. This was the price he paid for condensing the resentment and influencing Epiphyllum No. 1. He could only wait for time to pass and the wounds to heal. At this moment, except for his face and limbs, all parts of his body had returned to the state they were in on the day of his death.
Zhang Yanhui pulled up the corners of his lips, revealing a pale smile: "This, I got it on me. It was... I got it on me in the hospital. I don't know how it happened."
...is totally unbelievable.
Jiang Chunmian covered his chest and stepped back. The clothes Zhang Yanhui wore could not cover the blood that kept flowing out. It was thick and turbid, no different from the liquid that covered the Qinxue Building. It smelled foul and fishy to others, but to her it smelled like the sweet fragrance of honey.
Even though it was a unique and special fragrance, it only made Jiang Chunmian feel fear and panic at this moment.
Is this Zhang Yanhui?
Jiang Chunmian's gaze fell on his face and she looked at him briefly. Although she didn't want to admit it, the tacit understanding and familiar feeling between the two of them over the past few days told her that the person in front of her was indeed Zhang Yanhui.
It's not some weird thing pretending to be...
Zhang Yanhui took a few steps forward: "Jiang Chunmian, listen to my explanation..." Jiang Chunmian interrupted him and said with trembling lips: "Turn around!" She herself did not even realize that even if she had an incredible guess, except for the instinctive fear of facing the terrifying unknown things, it completely disappeared in front of Zhang Yanhui, and she could even give orders at will.
Zhang Yanhui frowned slightly, his face becoming paler: "Okay, I'll turn around, you stay calm, otherwise you will have a headache." He turned to face the bottom of the stairs, exposing his back stained with even deeper blood to Jiang Chunmian. He bit his lip hard, his brain was blank, but there was still a gap for him to frantically think of a solution.
No, I can't let her be afraid of me! What should I do, what should I do...
Zhang Yanhui's eyelashes drooped, covering his eyes that were stained black by the manic emotions. His voice was as calm and gentle as ever: "I lied. I was afraid you would worry. The wound on my back has opened, and the blood is flowing from my back. Jiang Chunmian...you must believe me, you must believe me..."
His emotions were out of control, but he seemed unaware and continued to repeat the last sentence neurotically.
He deliberately tore the healed wound on his back, and thicker and darker blood gushed out, dripping along the corners of his clothes onto the stairs.
Jiang Chunmian was completely stunned.
It was not because of Zhang Yanhui's strange behavior at this moment, but because of the forgotten memories that were recalled by his back.
On the first day after she transferred to the school——
That day, when she left the school gate, she found something left in the classroom, so she returned. In the classroom of Class 4, she saw a boy with a blood-stained school uniform sitting in the front row. His back was exactly the same as Zhang Yanhui at this moment.
His short hair was jet black, forming a stark contrast to the color of his exposed neck, which was a delicate white that even the dim light couldn't hide. Back then, Jiang Chunmian hadn't bothered to examine his condition. Now, looking at him again, he only felt that his skin was unbelievably pale, a lifeless white, like the color of painted wall, even faintly transparent.
The steps under Zhang Yanhui's feet were stained red.
Jiang Chunmian held the handrail tightly. The corridor was shrouded in inexplicable coolness. The narrow window revealed the current situation outside. Thunder roared, heavy rain fell, and the glass windows were blocked by thick rain and fog, exacerbating the dimness of the corridor environment.
It wasn't a time travel at all! The culprit was right in front of him. Jiang Chunmian wanted to separate this matter from Zhang Yanhui, but the fat man accidentally hit him with a brick. This turned out to be a blessing in disguise and helped him sort out the chaotic images in his mind.
On the first day of reporting, she not only saw Zhang Yanhui, but also Li De who was pushed to the window by him. At that time, Jiang Chunmian was so scared that she lost her voice and had a nightmare when she returned home. Who would have thought that when she went to school again the next day, her memory would be confused.
That's right! Thinking of Fang Zhengxiang's nonsense, she thought he was crazy at the time, but now she realizes that every word he said was true! Although Jiang Chunmian was reluctant to admit it, she had to face a reality -
Zhang Yanhui is already dead.
The person standing in front of her now, the one who had been with her for a few days, was a ghost.
Uncontrollable fear swept over her body. Jiang Chunmian almost froze in the corridor, her hands gripping the handrail tighter and tighter. Fortunately, she had support, otherwise she would have collapsed to the ground. She swallowed hard, her brain stopped functioning due to the shock of the inferred truth.
"that……"
Jiang Chunmian lowered his head and looked at the ground: "I suddenly remembered... I have something to do at home, I'll go home first, you don't have to send me off, I can do it myself!"
She closed her eyes tightly and leaned against the wall, keeping half a person's distance from Zhang Yanhui. After leaving the range where he was standing, she still ran down madly with her eyes closed.
She didn't even have the courage to look back. After all, the blood on his back was all over the ground, and it was hard to imagine what the front was like! After leaving the school and standing at the empty street corner, Jiang Chunmian's frantic heartbeat did not stop.
She stood there for a moment, and no one came after her.
It was hard to tell whether she felt relieved or melancholy. She covered the aching back of her head and walked to the bus stop. While waiting for the bus, she was in a daze the whole time, not knowing what she was thinking.
…
"Jiang Chunmian..."
In the dim corridor, Zhang Yan stood pressed against the window, gazing off into the distance. The steps beneath his feet were stained with blood, his blue and white school uniform completely stained a deep crimson, just like his eyes, which were filled with pain. His pure black pupils were cracked with hideous bloodshot, making his face look a bit shattered and terrifying.
He wanted to catch up and explain, but as soon as he moved, Jiang Chunmian ran faster. Despite his invisible protection, the brick hitting the back of her head still caused her considerable impact. The bumps caused by the intense running made her show unbearable pain, and Zhang Yanhui's footsteps stopped abruptly at the window.
He didn't know what the problem was! However, now was not the time to explore. He was at a loss, not knowing what to do to win Jiang Chunmian back. When he came to his senses, he was already standing downstairs from Jiang Chunmian, his eyes fixed on the window covered by the curtains.
The night sky seemed to have been blasted open by a yawning maw, and torrential rain pounded furiously onto the ground. Zhang Yanhui stood dazed in the rain, the water beneath his feet dyed a deep red, and his blue and white school uniform, violently washed away, gradually returned to its original color.
The transparent liquid slid down along with the rain. Zhang Yanhui recalled the scene with Jiang Chunmian, and his face was filled with pain. He had died three months ago, and what remained in the world was resentment. What qualifications did he have to beg for Jiang Chunmian's trust?
But……
Zhang Yanhui clenched his fists, staring stubbornly at the only window that offered a glimpse inside. A figure occasionally flashed behind the curtains. His obsession, like the hatred he once harbored, was ingrained in his bones. Even if it meant repeating the pain day after day, he was determined to make those people experience fear and sorrow. The only difference was that hatred demanded a heavy price from others, while the obsession he felt now, facing Jiang Chunmian, was the desire to remain by her side forever.
Even if they hid in a dark corner and peeped at her, no one could drive him away from her.
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