That night after having a late-night snack, Lu Zhu and Pan Muling returned to their rooms to sleep.
Yue Qingqing and Mi Shu quietly tiptoed downstairs.
Outside, ng Qing was waiting for them.
The inn’s landlady was dozing off, resting her head on her hand, completely unaware of the trio’s departure.
The clock on the wall pointed to one o’clock.
The night was deep, and the three moved swiftly.
In almost the blink of an eye, they went from the start of the street to the end.
Luckily, there were not many people on the road; otherwise, anyone who saw this would surely think it was a ghostly sight.
As they proceeded, the three continued chatting.
The topic, naturally, was the person they were going to et.
Mi Shu: "Is it the Bound Earth Spirit?"
"Yes, it seems unable to leave the campus, so Ma Kangping over there hasn’t been affected,"
Yue Qingqing confird Mi Shu’s suspicion.
From what they heard the owner describe today, and noticing that all the eerie happenings occurred on campus, they realized this fact.
Because of that girl, Su Dan, who committed suicide.
This mode of death often leads to the birth of a Bound Earth Spirit more easily.
The shackles of a Bound Earth Spirit, in theory, are self-imposed.
Due to love, hate, emotions—
Unwilling to leave, unable to let go, ties that can’t be severed, and grudges unresolved.
Su Dan was trapped on campus, unable to take a step outside.
Even if she wished to find the ones she wanted revenge on, she was powerless.
Tragically, the thoughts of a Bound Earth Spirit mostly linger at the last stage of their life, repeatedly replaying the death process.
Such a Spiritual Body is a hundred tis more painful than ordinary restless spirits.
Ma Kangping and his mother have no idea how great an evil they have caused.
That they can still live in the world without guilt.
In a sense, this is also a sort of injustice.
ng Qing had visited the Experintal Middle School before and led the way confidently,
while Yue Qingqing and Mi Shu followed at a leisurely pace behind.
Monts later, the closed retractable gate of the Experintal Middle School appeared before them.
The streetlights in front of the school cast an eerie tallic sheen on the silver retractable gate.
This gate posed no barrier to them.
The three quickly entered the campus.
A chilling sensation enveloped them.
Yue Qingqing exhaled, her breath imdiately forming white mist in the air.
Evidently, this coldness was not psychological.
"In that building,"
ng Qing, sharp-eyed, pointed to a teaching building not far away.
The rooftop was shrouded in darkness, pitch black.
Only a vague silhouette of soone sitting on the roof could be seen.
As Yue Qingqing and the other two approached, the silhouette slowly stood up.
Then leaped off.
The ti in the air seed infinitely prolonged.
Yet the landing happened in the blink of an eye.
Thud—
The sound of flesh eting the ground was piercingly sharp.
The three watched the continuously wriggling mass of flesh before them without a change in expression.
Compared to Ma Kangping’s earlier scare tactics with masks, this was much more than child’s play.
"Was I wrong?"
"Was it my fault?"
"Why do you treat this way; it was you who forced to do this."
"I hate you, I hate all of you!"
The shrill resentnt turned into a cloud of blood mist, shrouding the teaching building.
The flesh mass gradually took shape, becoming a girl with a delicate face.
Yet blood constantly flowed from her nose and mouth.
Drip, drop, she stepped forward toward the three.
"Are you also here to bla ?"
"Are you?"
Yue Qingqing did not answer, instead turning to ng Qing.
"She has yet to spill blood; therefore, your Supernatural Managent Bureau won’t take action, right?"
ng Qing shook his head, "No, she is still within the realm of justice holding the wrongdoer accountable, her Spiritual Body remains clean."
"That’s good," Yue Qingqing smiled slightly, looking at the girl before them, "Co, let help fulfill your wish."
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