"Bad students all deserve to die."
A dull, jarring "poof" sound.
Zhao Wuyuan took a step forward and accidentally stepped on a boy who was lying dead with his eyes wide open, wearing their school uniform. Blood gushed out, and the sole of his shoe mingled with the blood, making a splattering sound.
"Ugh." A teacher vomited.
"Madman, madman." The adults were filled with righteous indignation and grief as they watched the boy who had once confronted them with a red face and stern neck, and who had shed tears because of failing an exam, lose his life and lie on the cold marble.
These are all precious lives; how could Wei Hongfang bring herself to do it?
The teachers were stunned for a moment, then quietly ran towards the classroom of Class 3, Grade 11.
In the classroom of Class 3, Grade 11.
Wei Hongfang was covered in blood, her meticulously styled hair dripping with viscous liquid. She stood on the podium, while five students huddled in the corner opposite her.
"Why are there only five people?" someone murmured. He was puzzled and peeked inside. On the classroom floor were corpses missing limbs. Their eyes were rotten and just black holes. Their mouths were wide open, the corners of their mouths torn open, blood gushing out, and half of their tongues were missing.
The man sat down against the wall, breathing heavily, his hands and feet trembling uncontrollably.
"What's wrong?" Zhao Wuyuan asked softly.
"She's not human, she's not human."
The images are too horrifying for even adults to bear.
Zhao Wuyuan held his breath and secretly peeked inside.
Damn it, I'm going to kill Wei Hongfang.
In the classroom, Wei Hongfang held a bloodstained watermelon knife, her lips curled into a grotesque and terrifying smile.
"I'll give you a way to save your lives." Wei Hongfang paused, and the students who saw a glimmer of hope trembled. "Eat Xia Muran alive, and I'll let you go."
Eating live people?
The four students looked at Ji Xiaoxiao, tears streaming down their faces, shaking their heads.
"Teacher Wei, please let us go!" someone cried, unable to bear it any longer.
Wei Hongfang stepped down from the podium and casually stepped over the broken limbs and remains on the road.
“Say it again.” Wei Hongfang pointed a watermelon knife at the student.
The student said tremblingly, "Teacher Wei, please let us go. Murder is... ah..."
The watermelon knife cleaved down from mid-air, splitting the student's head in two; his still-warm brain was throbbing.
"ah……."
"No, no."
They either erupted in silence or died in silence. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered; Wei Hongfang pressed on relentlessly, forcing these lambs to fight back.
The two men pounced on Wei Hongfang, while the other man seized the watermelon knife. Ji Xiaoxiao, with her arms injured, straddled Wei Hongfang and pinned her down.
Wei Hongfang remained calm and composed, laughing loudly, "Well done, well done! You truly are a student I taught. Come on, come on, take your revenge on me! Kill me, chop me into pieces!"
A flicker of interest crossed the students' faces, but before they could do anything, the teachers, who had been waiting for the right moment, burst through the door.
The four male teachers, all tall and strong, successfully stopped Wei Hongfang, thus ending what would become known as the most horrific and bloody massacre in X City's history.
This semester, the school held a memorial service, there were no final exams, and then a summer vacation without any summer heat began hastily.
Ji Xiaoxiao lay on the bed, her hands wrapped in bandages like two steamed buns.
"Muran, how are you?" Zhao Wuyuan touched Ji Xiaoxiao's forehead.
That day, Ji Xiaoxiao almost died from excessive blood loss. Zhao Wuyuan carried her all the way, getting some basic treatment at the school clinic before the ambulance arrived.
Ji Xiaoxiao said weakly, "I'm fine, I just want to eat fried chicken cutlets and roasted chicken wings."
Ji Xiaoxiao had been drinking plain congee for several days, and her mouth felt bland. She desperately needed some greasy and spicy food.
Zhao Wuyuan smiled and said, "You can eat it once you're better."
Zhao Wuyuan tapped Ji Xiaoxiao's nose and continued, "Glutton."
Ji Xiaoxiao opened her mouth and bit Zhao Wuyuan's index finger. Her stiff teeth rubbed against it gently from side to side, and her wet tongue occasionally touched it. Zhao Wuyuan shuddered.
Having pulled his hand away, Zhao Wuyuan fled in a disheveled state.
A month later, Ji Xiaoxiao's injuries were healed.
"Dad, Mom, come with me to XX prison."
“Okay,” Xia Kui’s parents readily agreed.
The three arrived at XX prison and somehow easily encountered the serial killer Wei Hongfang.
When Wei Hongfang appeared, she was almost completely bound and gagged, with no possibility of moving.
“Teacher Wei,” Ji Xiaoxiao said.
"I didn't kill anyone." These were Wei Hongfang's first words to Ji Xiaoxiao.
She didn't kill anyone, she really didn't kill anyone.
---Aside---
Thank you for the three-foot pink votes in this era of cheating, where is true love!
Thank you for the three-foot pink votes in this era of cheating, where is true love!
Thank you for the three-foot pink votes in this era of cheating, where is true love!
P.S.: Starting from this chapter, Ji Xiaoxiao begins a short period of dark transformation!
Just a quick note: the story that follows will be a little bit unusual.
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