Chapter 367: Sweet Trap, Horrifying Artwork
In the flickering light and darkness, a black aura continued to surge out.
In the blink of an eye, the woman in the white dress appeared behind Feng Jianhui.
He seemed to be unaware of anything, and all his attention was on Sun Meng.
"Crash!" The dagger in his hand was knocked to the ground.
Feng Jianhui glanced around: "Who is it? Who is there?"
Meng Fuling suddenly appeared in front of him and protected the fallen Sun Meng behind her.
"Feng Jianhui, you've been watching her for more than a day, right? Killing and disemboweling is an unforgivable crime."
Feng Jianhui looked at Meng Fuling in front of him, his cold eyes filled with murderous intent.
Sun Meng looked up at him in fear: "You, why do you want to kill me?"
"I didn't mean to kill you, I just wanted you to have eternal life."
He roared and sneered: "Only by becoming a model can you achieve immortality and be remembered forever."
"Hahaha!" His laughter filled the entire classroom, so crazy that it made people feel creepy.
"You killed her, too." Meng Fuling glanced at the skull on the table.
"Yes, she is also my masterpiece. What do you think? Isn't she beautiful?"
Feng Jianhui turned his head and looked at the eerie white bones, his eyes filled with perverted interest.
"It was you who killed him. It seems you are the one who will die today!" Meng Fuling curled her lips into a sinister smile.
"What are you talking about?" Feng Jianhui said with disdain: "Today, neither of you can leave."
"All of them must be left to me to make specimens. Don't worry, I will make you look beautiful."
He sneered and was about to pounce when suddenly the scalpel on the ground flew over and stabbed him in the chest.
Feng Jianhui looked down at his chest in shock, blood gushing out.
"Ah!" Sun Meng screamed in shock: "This, this knife actually flew towards me by itself."
Meng Fuling said coldly: "Of course not, look who killed him?"
She raised her hand and made a gesture, and instantly a white mist dissipated.
Behind Feng Jianhui stood a female ghost in a white dress, holding the scalpel in her hand and looking at him ferociously.
She stood there barefoot, blood gushing from the back of her head, looking extremely horrible.
The live broadcast room was so annoying that I was stunned. The reversal was too fast!
[Fuck, when did this female ghost appear? I thought the scalpel flew over and stabbed him to death.]
[I also thought this beast was being punished by God, but it turned out to be stabbed from behind by a ghost.]
[This female ghost looks so young. Why did they kill her? Could she have been murdered?]
[You looked at the black evil aura emanating from her, and it actually came from that white skull.]
[Oh my god, I have a terrifying thought. Could this skull belong to this female ghost?]
Nowadays, every fan is like Sherlock Holmes. They have already made their guesses before Meng Fuling even speaks.
"That's right!" She could only reveal the answer directly at this moment: "This skull was left behind after the female ghost was killed."
It's creepy just to hear about it, killing people and then dismembering their bodies and making them into art specimens.
"I will kill you!" the female ghost wailed angrily, and the scalpel in her hand pierced into Feng Jianhui's heart.
"Ah!" Feng Jianhui knelt on the ground, covering his mouth with the knife that kept stabbing into him, blood flowing from his mouth.
"Xiaowei, it's you!" He smiled cruelly, "Your face would be just as perfect even if you turned into a ghost."
"Look, your skull is so beautiful. I made it into a work of art."
“I carry it with me every day so that my students can copy and admire it every day.”
He grabbed her head fiercely and said, "Now I have found a more beautiful skull than yours."
Feng Jianhui turned around and looked at the frightened Sun Meng: "Look at her, isn't she the best replacement?"
"You killed me, and you even want to kill others. I will drag you to hell!"
The female ghost roared angrily, but Meng Fuling stepped forward at this moment.
Her fingers fell to her forehead and quickly entered into her memory.
In the art classroom of Mingde Private High School, Cheng Xiaowei was sitting in front of a plaster cast, sketching.
But his eyes would occasionally look at the art teacher Feng Jianhui standing next to him.
His tall figure and handsome appearance made her heart beat faster just by looking at him.
Cheng Xiaowei has always had a secret crush on her art teacher, but she is too shy to face him.
And she is still a high school student, so she absolutely cannot let anyone know that she has a crush on the teacher.
After Feng Jianhui finished instructing the student in front of him, he slowly walked to her side.
Cheng Xiaowei's heart beat faster just by getting close to him, but he bent down to give her instructions.
"You see, the light and shade here are not well controlled. So, you wait for me in the classroom at eight o'clock in the evening."
"I'll personally tutor you when the time comes, okay?" His peach blossom eyes seemed to have magic.
Feng Jianhui smiled and looked at her beautiful face. What a pretty face.
She has fair skin, a standard oval face, a high nose bridge and a somewhat exotic look.
This smile made her heart beat faster. Cheng Xiaowei nodded involuntarily: "Okay, teacher!"
Adolescent girls are always simple and full of fantasies about the opposite sex around them.
Especially with such an elegant male teacher, it was difficult for her to suppress her inner excitement.
So, Cheng Xiaowei dressed up carefully and put on her favorite white dress.
At eight o'clock in the evening, she came to the classroom alone and waited anxiously for Feng Jianhui's arrival.
She thought it was a sweet date, but she didn't know that what was waiting for her was a horrific killing.
"Come, look here!" Feng Jianhui grabbed her hand holding the pen: "Xiaowei, do you know how beautiful you are?"
Cheng Xiaowei's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she blushed and shook her head: "Teacher!"
He gently stroked her cheek, as if admiring a perfect work of art.
"Teacher, I, I can't..." She was very shy, but still closed her eyes and waited for the kiss.
"Puff!" The next second, blood gushed out, staining the painting in front of him red.
A stinging pain came, followed by an almost breathless feeling.
Cheng Xiaowei opened her eyes and Feng Jianhui cut her throat with a scalpel in his hand.
"Why, why?" She opened and closed her mouth, and fell to the ground, covering her neck in pain.
"Beautiful things should be preserved forever, right?"
With her trachea cut off, she tried to crawl towards the door but was dragged back the next second.
After struggling, she died in agony, and her soul stood beside her corpse.
She saw with her own eyes that Feng Jianhui wrapped her body and put it in the trunk of the car, cleaned up everything in the house and left.
In the dirty basement, she was dragged into a remote rental house.
Feng Jianhui gracefully put on gloves and chopped off her head with his own hands.
The skin and flesh were removed piece by piece, then soaked in formalin and dried in the sun until they became a pile of white bones.
She wanted to pounce on her frantically, but Cheng Xiaowei had now turned into a disembodied ghost.
The family of Cheng Xiaowei, who suddenly disappeared, found the school, but several days had passed since her death.
The police came to the school to investigate, but several of the school’s surveillance cameras were malfunctioning that day.
Although Feng Jianhui was suspected, he could not be convicted because there was no evidence.
He was stuffed like that, while her killer went unpunished.
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