Boom!!
A heavy, pitch-black coffin crashed to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Qin Nuo's gaze fell on the coffin, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Inside the coffin, dense black aura surged out, spreading throughout the chamber.
A corpse was revealed, and horrifyingly, the body was dismbered with limbs, head, and torso neatly cut, the cuts smooth, without blood or rotten flesh, resembling a disassembled human toy.
The Blood-Eyed Ghost spoke strangely upon seeing the head, "What's going on here?"
The corpse's face was identical to Qin Nuo's, or rather, to Liang Zisu's!
Qin Nuo, having anticipated this, calmly said, "My dear brother, also the mastermind behind all this."
"Liang Zisu always had a twin brother nad Liang Zifeng, which I didn't know before. The difference between them is that Liang Zifeng inherited a rare ntal illness from their mother, causing uncontrollable emotions and extre violent thoughts."
"But even with this illness, the chances of an outbreak are low unless triggered by significant stress, and even then, the probability is low."
"Liang Zifeng always seed normal, but later, sothing must have triggered him, perhaps a quarrel with Liang Zisu, leading to an outbreak."
"Madness took over his body and mind, and extre violence and fury robbed him of his sanity, resulting in that tragedy."
"At that ti, Liang Zisu and Xiao Feng'er were deeply in love, but they were in different places. Liang Zifeng impersonated Liang Zisu to lure Xiao Feng'er to the dormitory and brutally murdered her."
"I was puzzled by the parrot's ntion of jasmine until I observed closely and found powder that didn't belong to pollen."
"The powder was likely a type of drug. Xiao Feng'er loved jasmine, and Liang Zifeng used this to knock her out, dragged her to the balcony, and ended her life with an iron hamr."
Qin Nuo looked at the dismbered corpse and continued, "The rest is not hard to guess. Liang Zisu found out about this, went mad, and sought out Liang Zifeng for revenge."
"The two brothers fought with knives, resulting in one death, which severely impacted their already ill parents. The father's anger led to his demise, and the mother, triggered by the incident, had a ntal breakdown and was admitted to a psychiatric hospital."
"Strangely, after killing Liang Zifeng, Liang Zisu didn't flee but stayed at Black Crow Ghost School, impersonating Liang Zifeng and becoming a teacher here."
"Logically, a person who has lost their sanity wouldn't bother with such aningless actions."
"Sothing else must have happened here."
Qin Nuo took off his hat and placed it aside, "This also explains Liang Zisu's previous abnormal behaviors and strange psychological effects."
"Liang Zifeng was prone to anger, while Liang Zisu was kind-hearted. The brothers had opposite personalities, making it difficult for Liang Zisu to impersonate, often leading to counterproductive actions due to psychological effects."
"He was impersonating Liang Zifeng, while I was impersonating Liang Zisu. The misinformation led to believe Liang Zisu had a ntal illness." Qin Nuo shook his head, filled with helplessness.
Who would have thought that the second role being played was a dual impersonation?
ntal illness seems to be the only plausible explanation.
For an ordinary person, it would be utterly baffling.
"How did you find out?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked.
"The handwriting," Qin Nuo replied.
"When I saw that note earlier, it felt both familiar and strange because my vision was confused."
"To play this role well, I went through all of Liang Zisu's course notes. Initially, I didn't notice, but the notes were entirely different, written by two different people."
"Liang Zisu could imitate Liang Zifeng's lifestyle and habits, but handwriting is hard to change. The brain unconsciously reverts to one's handwriting."
This revelation unraveled many mysteries for Qin Nuo.
For instance, why Liang Zisu couldn't mimic Liang Zifeng's pathological smile.
"How dull," the Blood-Eyed Ghost remarked blandly.
Initially curious, it lost interest upon hearing the explanation.
Like a magic trick, once the secret is revealed, it seems mundane.
"This is just a ga, not a movie. How fresh and exciting do you expect it to be?"
Qin Nuo shook his head, his gaze returning to the coffin, "But why did Liang Zisu dismber Liang Zifeng's body and go to such lengths to store it in a coffin?"
"Xiao Feng'er is understandable, but Liang Zifeng is a bit strange."
Even stranger, Liang Zisu also had a cursed paper doll. Was it his, or did the so-called principal give it to him?
"Shh, shh."
Suddenly, a strange sound ca from the coffin.
Qin Nuo looked down and saw a tiny red worm erging from the severed right arm of Liang Zifeng.
It was a red vein, as thin as a hair, wriggling unconsciously.
Soon, more red veins erged from the severed flesh.
The dense scene was enough to make one's scalp tingle, enough to drive soone with trypophobia insane.
The red veins grew longer, quickly wrapping around the torso and burrowing into the flesh.
At the sa ti, other limbs and the head sprouted dense red veins, burrowing into the torso's cuts.
A dismbered corpse was reassembling itself?
The red veins grew denser, like the body's entire nervous system exposed, countless threads.
The stiffened skin wriggled eerily, and soon, the fingers twitched slightly.
A denser aura of death emanated from the coffin.
"Is it really coming back to life?" Qin Nuo was slightly taken aback, stepping back.
"Think about it; it's obviously a curse," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.
The red veins pushed the separated limbs back together, and when all parts reconnected, the eyes on the head suddenly opened.
Red veins crawled in the eye sockets, making it look like a case of conjunctivitis from afar.
The body sat up from the coffin, hair disheveled, staring intently at Qin Nuo. It looked more like a puppet being controlled than a reanimated corpse, devoid of any vitality.
"Is there a cursed paper doll on its back too?" The familiar scent filled his nose. Qin Nuo took out a bone nail, holding it between his fingers, adjusting his glasses.
As Liang Zifeng lunged with all his might, overwhelming ghost aura and murderous intent engulfed Qin Nuo.
But as a hand reached out, the seemingly fierce ghost aura and murderous intent were effortlessly torn apart like a thin veil.
Before Liang Zifeng could react, a hand covered in black veins and corpse spots reached out, gripping his face.
The fingers exerted terrifying force, nearly tearing the face apart.
Liang Zifeng roared in anger, breaking free from the grip, retreating violently, leaving two long marks on the ground. As he raised his head, three bone nails pierced through his skull.
The black lightning from the bone nails ravaged Liang Zifeng's body, tearing apart the pale skin. As the bone nails turned to dust, the body scattered like parts on the ground.
The shattered flesh still sizzled with black smoke.
Qin Nuo stared at the fragnts, his eyes narrowing slightly, "No cursed paper doll?"
Just as he spoke, the dense red veins intertwined among the fragnts, moving on their own, reassembling the scattered body like a puzzle.
The red-veined eyes in the sockets moved eerily, and Liang Zifeng charged at Qin Nuo again.
Qin Nuo raised his right hand, swinging it, sending Liang Zifeng flying again, his body shattering against the wall like a porcelain doll.
As he lay on the ground, the shattered body once again adhered and reassembled, becoming even more grotesque and terrifying.
"Is the ghost aura increasing?"
Qin Nuo's eyebrows twitched, his expression growing serious. As he retreated, Liang Zifeng attacked with even greater speed.
Flicking his fingers, several cold glimrs shot out, reaching his forehead in an instant.
This ti, the result was different. Liang Zifeng caught the bone nail with his right hand, though it was torn apart, he crushed the bone nail.
His face bore a terrifying madness, crimson gas emanating from his nostrils, constantly charging forward. Qin Nuo frowned, taking out the Bone-Cracking Hamr, swinging it.
Flesh splattered!
Liang Zifeng's face took a heavy blow, his features severely deford.
Qin Nuo panted slightly, feeling a bit strained. His chest ached, and he noticed a bloodstain on his chest, bleeding.
Two fingers on his right hand broke off, dripping black blood.
"This..."
"His power is gradually increasing, and this body of yours is weak, limiting my strength. If this drags on, it could be dangerous," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.
"That's why I said curses are disgusting!"
"Unless we find the source of those red lines, the cursed paper doll."
Qin Nuo's expression turned slightly heavy, "I didn't find it on him."
"Curses involving ghost creatures must contact the main body to trigger. This guy is definitely missing a part, hiding it."
The Blood-Eyed Ghost said.
Red veins crisscrossed Liang Zifeng's face, stitching his twisted features back to normal.
His mouth opened, stretching to his ears, and a garbled sound ford a sharp, piercing sentence, "Zisu... didn't expect... to see you again..."
"Your tornt... is enough, right? Kill ... give peace... can you?"
The voice grew softer, eventually swallowed by the curse, the last bit of sanity in his eyes disappearing.
Qin Nuo's gaze fell on Liang Zisu's body, noticing a missing pinky finger on the right hand.
"A finger, huh." Qin Nuo raised an eyebrow as Liang Zifeng charged madly again.
This ti, Qin Nuo stayed vigilant, taking out the Grave Ghost Stone and hurling it.
Liang Zifeng raised his hand to catch the Grave Ghost Stone, intending to crush it, but underestimated its ghost power.
It shattered his hand and pierced his head, blood and brain matter splattering!
And the regenerative ability grew more terrifying, the body repairing itself as soon as it hit the ground, the ghastly wounds healing rapidly.
"The finger must be in the chamber. Although the space isn't large, the item is small, with too many hidden corners, making it hard to find," the Blood-Eyed Ghost said.
"Just run, don't tangle with this thing. Your body is too fragile, a slightly deep wound could be fatal."
Qin Nuo watched as Liang Zifeng rose again, recalling the Grave Ghost Stone and throwing it once more.
The head, barely raised, was pierced again before it could open its eyes.
And each ti it was pierced, the repair speed increased, the ghost aura growing more terrifying, the red veins flowing like water, continuously repairing the body.
"No need, I might know where it's hidden."
Qin Nuo said, taking advantage of the healing interval, approaching the coffin, slicing it in half with one hand.
With a crash, the coffin collapsed, wood chips and dust flying.
A finger rolled out from the coffin's bottom, wrapped in a small paper doll.
Scarlet veins wriggled on the paper doll, seemingly aware of its exposure, the paper doll, like a tiny person, rolled up the severed finger and tried to escape.
"Can it still run?"
Two fingers stabbed forward, pinching the severed finger.
Liang Zifeng sensed the danger, attacking with terrifying speed, but as the Grave Ghost Stone was hurled, he swung his arm, knocking it away.
Simultaneously, Qin Nuo's two fingers pulled the paper doll, separating it from the severed finger before Liang Zifeng's nacing face.
Like flesh grown together, separating them caused the dense red veins to snap!
Liang Zifeng let out a strange roar, lunging at Qin Nuo's head, ghost hand reaching for his skull.
In the nick of ti, Qin Nuo used the powerful ghost power in his right hand to completely separate the paper doll.
Liang Zifeng, about to pounce on Qin Nuo, instantly lost all consciousness, and as he hit the ground, his body shattered like a rotten lon.
In an instant, it turned into a pile of foul-slling rotten flesh.
The severed finger, thrown to the ground, also turned into a pool of blood.
Qin Nuo looked at the paper doll between his fingers, full of vitality, limbs flailing, struggling madly.
A piercing scream emanated from the paper doll, and faintly, a dark face twisted on it.
"This was Liang Zisu's true revenge."
"Imprisoning the soul in this paper doll, torturing it perpetually, while the body was manipulated like a puppet."
Qin Nuo stared at the struggling paper doll, and with a sudden exertion of his fingers, crushed it, sparks spreading, turning it into ashes.
Intense pain erupted from his chest, the blood from the wound staining his entire chest.
Qin Nuo took out the ghost creature bandage, wrapping the wound, and under the glow of green light, it quickly healed, leaving no trace.
"Finally, it's over." Qin Nuo exhaled.
The Blood-Eyed Ghost couldn't help but ask, "How did you know the finger was hidden under the coffin?"
"The red lines initially erged from the coffin, so I guessed," Qin Nuo said, though he spoke confidently, he was mostly guessing.
If he couldn't win, he could always run.
Returning to the other vermilion coffin, Xiao Feng'er still lay quietly inside, her delicate face serene.
Her bloody wounds were completely concealed by Liang Zisu's exquisite makeup.
At this mont, she looked like a sleeping beauty, waiting for her partner to awaken her with a kiss.
"So, what exactly is Liang Zisu's identity?" the Blood-Eyed Ghost asked.
"Hasn't the answer been given?"
Qin Nuo smiled slightly, "To create such exquisite makeup, preserving the deceased's most beautiful appearance in the world."
"An embalr is everyone's last makeup artist, the last person to serve them."
"Xiao Feng'er's makeup was probably the most heartfelt work of Liang Zisu's life, a pair of skillful hands that could play the piano, play chess, or embellish the beauty of the dead."
Qin Nuo said.
At the sa ti, he opened the Information Panel and clicked on the perfect impersonation task.
"Please confirm the identity of the second impersonation role!"
Qin Nuo typed the words "embalr," intending to input the third word when the surrounding candle flas suddenly flickered violently.
The flickering flas didn't extinguish, but the light dimd continuously, and an extrely dense ghost aura filled the chamber.
"Sothing's here!" the Blood-Eyed Ghost suddenly spoke, its voice carrying an unprecedented gravity.
No reminder was needed; Qin Nuo felt it too, as the air grew thin, and his breathing beca obstructed.
"Is there another mastermind?"
Qin Nuo's expression turned grave, imdiately thinking of the mysterious principal.
Leaning against the coffin, he held the Grave Ghost Stone in one hand and the Bone-Cracking Hamr in the other, his nerves taut.
Shh, shh!!
On the wall before Qin Nuo, a layer of weathered, cracked wall skin suddenly peeled off.
Seeing what lay behind the wall, Qin Nuo's pupils contracted to pinpoints in an instant!
The entire wall was covered with paper dolls, moving animatedly without wind.
Dense red veins intertwined among the paper dolls, the aura of curses filling the entire vision.
"Why are there so many paper dolls in the chamber?" Qin Nuo's expression was bewildered.
As the red veins intertwined with the paper dolls, various shrill screams echoed throughout the chamber.
From Qin Nuo's perspective, it looked like countless souls were imprisoned within the paper doll containers, suffering the scorching flas of hell, endless tornt!
In the next second, the nurous paper dolls fell, gathering in a corner.
A dark red light shone in the corner.
Countless paper dolls adhered together, gradually forming a bizarre figure erging from the corner.
The figure turned, opening its eyes, its gaze imdiately locking onto Qin Nuo.
The mont their eyes t, Qin Nuo's hair stood on end, cold sweat seeping out, a strong sense of death invading his body and mind.
This dangerous feeling was sothing Qin Nuo had never experienced before!
Simultaneously, the Blood-Eyed Ghost suddenly spoke, its tone commanding, "Run! Run now!!"
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