Chapter 30 Revenge
After Mo Lin's death, Song Qingqing not only successfully passed the postgraduate entrance examination, but also had a smooth journey.
At such a young age, he already secured a teaching position at University A.
Her life trajectory is perfect, as if even time is particularly tolerant of her.
Although she is in her thirties, her skin and demeanor are like a girl in her early twenties. Many people envy her youth and success.
However, at this moment, she was standing in the principal's office, neatly dressed, with her arms folded, watching the uninvited guest at the door coldly.
Under the light, her eyes were sharp as a knife, and her mouth was pursed into a tight straight line.
"Which department are you from? Don't you know how to knock on the door? What are you doing here so late at night?"
The principal hurriedly buttoned the last button of his shirt and returned to his usual sanctimonious demeanor.
His voice was filled with suppressed anger, and his eyes flickered.
Gu Yuan stood at the door, motionless.
Or rather, it is Ji Yunzhou who is controlling this body at the moment.
He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, as if the farce before him was not worth his attention at all.
There was a strange atmosphere in the air.
Song Qingqing subconsciously touched the amulet on her chest, and the principal's fingers unconsciously reached for the talisman in his pocket.
Over the years, they have relied on these talismans to suppress the souls that should not exist and to cover up the past that they cannot bear to look back on.
"If you dare tell anyone about what happened today, I have plenty of ways to make you expel from school!"
The principal's threat sounded particularly harsh in the quiet night.
He took a step forward, trying to use his size advantage to intimidate this ignorant student.
At this moment, Ji Yunzhou finally moved.
He gently raised his right hand, and his slender fingers drew a formation in the air.
There was no bright light, no sound, but the atmosphere in the office suddenly changed.
The amulet around Song Qingqing's neck silently turned into powder, and the talisman paper in the principal's pocket instantly turned black and curled up.
Before the two could react, a cold aura had already swept through the entire space.
The temperature dropped sharply.
The lights began to flicker, and the shadows on the wall became distorted.
The principal and Song Qingqing shuddered at the same time, and an instinctive fear gripped their hearts.
"ah--"
Song Qingqing suddenly screamed and pointed behind the principal, her face as pale as paper.
A vague figure slowly took shape in the shadows.
The figure was initially just a blurry mist, which gradually condensed into the outline of a person.
A slender figure, neat short hair, and a pair of eyes that are always filled with melancholy.
Maureen.
He looked like he was twenty-two years old.
The principal's teeth began to chatter, and he stumbled back until he bumped into the desk.
"No, it's impossible...it's already..."
Maureen didn't give him a chance to finish.
"haven't seen you for a long time…"
There was so much pain and resentment in this voice.
The lights were completely out, and only the moonlight slanted in through the window, outlining the translucent outline of the soul.
The documents in the office began to move without wind, and the papers flew around and formed a strange vortex.
The bookshelf shook violently, and books fell to the ground one after another.
The principal and Song Qingqing were trapped in the center with nowhere to escape.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”
Song Qingqing collapsed to the ground, begging incoherently: "They forced me to do this, I didn't mean to..."
The principal tried to rush to the door, but was pulled back by an invisible force and fell heavily to the ground.
He was horrified to find that his limbs were being bound by an invisible force. He shouted for help, but no one could hear him.
Mo Lin floated in front of Song Qingqing, and his translucent fingertips gently brushed her cheek.
Song Qingqing's whole body was stiff, her eyes were wide open with fear, and she made a gurgling sound in her throat, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence.
"You're so well-maintained."
An ethereal voice echoed in the air, a voice that sounded like a whisper but also like it came directly from the mind.
"After so many years, she's still so young and beautiful, and I've always been twenty-two."
Song Qingqing's tears and makeup were a mess. She waved her hands in vain, trying to dispel the phantom before her eyes:
"Please let me go, please... I was possessed by the devil..."
The ghost's hair moved without wind, as if it were immersed in water.
It slowly approached, almost touching the tip of Song Qingqing's nose:
"The opportunity to continue studying at the graduate school is really tempting, isn't it? A faculty position at University A is also very desirable, right? But what about my sincerity? It's worthless in your eyes?"
The principal made a choking sound in his throat, his face gradually turned purple, and he scratched his neck desperately with his hands, as if an invisible hand was strangling him.
"Academic achievements, future prospects, and Zhang Yifei..."
The ghost's voice suddenly became sharp: "You took everything from me!"
The glass in the office exploded at the same time, and the fragments flew everywhere, but they automatically deviated as they approached "Gu Yuan".
There is an invisible barrier protecting him.
He just stood there quietly, watching this revenge drama with an expressionless face.
Song Qingqing began to twitch, her eyes rolled back, foam came out of her mouth, and her hands scratched her face and arms uncontrollably, leaving bloody marks.
The principal's condition was even more terrifying. He seemed to be experiencing extreme pain, his whole body was convulsing, and foam mixed with blood was flowing from the corners of his mouth.
Maureen's ghost was suspended in the air, watching everything with indifference.
Years of resentment and pain were completely released at this moment, and it enjoyed the fear and despair of its enemies.
When the last groan faded into the night, he slowly turned around and faced the window.
"There's one more."
There was determination in his ethereal voice.
The ghost dissipated into the air like smoke, leaving behind only a messy room and two gradually cooling corpses.
Ji Yunzhou raised his hand to brush away the non-existent dust on his shoulders.
Turn around and leave.
Zhang Yifei's apartment is located in the teachers' residential area on the east side of the campus.
It was late at night, but the light in his study was still on.
On the computer screen, folders were opened and closed, and a large number of video and photo files were dragged into the Recycle Bin.
Zhang Yifei clicked the mouse quickly and urgently, with beads of sweat on his forehead.
He was very uneasy at this time because the door of Mo Lin's dormitory was opened by someone unknown.
"Almost, almost..."
He muttered to himself, checking once more to see if there were any backup files he had missed.
As a professor who appears to be highly respected, Zhang Yifei has a private habit that is unknown to the public.
Over the years, he has coerced more than one student, Maureen, as a mentor, and he has kept those indecent videos and photos as trophies to this day.
It was not until tonight that Zhang Yifei panicked and decided to completely destroy the evidence.
Suddenly a strong wind blew outside the window, making the window bang.
Zhang Yifei was startled and quickly got up to close the window.
The moment he turned around, the computer screen suddenly turned blue and countless garbled characters appeared on it.
"What's going on?"
He slapped the host computer in frustration and tried to restart it.
The temperature in the room dropped at some point.
Zhang Yifei shuddered and crossed his arms: "Is the heating broken?"
His eyes accidentally swept across the glass door of the bookshelf and he froze in place.
In the reflection of the glass, there seemed to be a figure standing behind him.
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