Although it was very subtle, Mu Yunchu and the others still detected sothing unusual.
Soone like Zhao Qingqing’s father, who had been in high society for a long ti, wouldn’t easily let others see his true emotions.
Unless...
What Mu Yunchu said was too shocking for him to hide his reaction.
For a mont, countless guesses appeared in the two people’s minds.
Like why would Zhao Qingqing’s father know about the old campus?
And why did he react so strongly upon hearing those three words?
But Zhao Hongbin, at this mont, no longer cared about them.
His gaze was fixed on Mu Yunchu, his eyes slightly squinting, the fine lines at the corners becoming more noticeable.
"What do you want to say?"
Mu Yunchu didn’t answer.
What she was going to say next involved Zhao Qingqing’s family’s privacy, and once Chen Wanjun and the others heard it, they very consciously walked out.
Once the room was left with only the two of them, along with the unconscious Zhao Qingqing, Mu Yunchu slowly began to speak.
"The events at the old campus, and the legendary suicide of the senior sister..." Mu Yunchu’s side profile seed shrouded in a layer of mist, indistinct and elusive, "I think you should know more than I do."
Seeing the other person remain silent, she slowly laid out all the matters.
"The legendary senior sister committed suicide twenty years ago. At that ti, you were the principal of this school..." She paused, "And the reason for her suicide was being abandoned by you."
Zhao Hongbin didn’t respond, but the fist clenching unconsciously by his side had already answered for him.
This was indeed a very disgraceful matter.
No wonder he was unwilling to speak.
If it were exposed nowadays, it’d certainly trend for several days at least.
The principal fell in love with a student 15 years younger than himself from his own school.
This romance was destined never to be accepted from any point of view.
"I saw the love letters you exchanged during your passionate period."
"How is that possible?"
Zhao Hongbin finally reacted.
And reacted strongly.
"I know you burned the letters at the ti." Mu Yunchu’s tone was calm.
As if she didn’t see him staring at her intensely.
"The fire at the old campus five years ago, that was you setting it, right?"
Although phrased as a question, Mu Yunchu’s tone was affirmative.
"The burn scars on your hand can prove it all."
At this point, Zhao Hongbin knew he had nothing left to struggle for.
Every matter Mu Yunchu spoke of wasn’t deep but hit on the most critical points.
Simply to clearly inform him that she knew everything.
Apart from shock and despair, when he looked up at Mu Yunchu, there was also a slight, barely perceptible admiration.
This girl... really had a composure uncharacteristic for her age.
Recollecting his thoughts, he sighed softly.
"You’re not wrong."
For the first ti in nearly twenty years, confessing this matter before soone else brought an unfamiliar sense of release.
He closed his eyes for a long mont and opened them again.
"Although I don’t know how you know, and about those letters..." He didn’t want to continue, "But you just said Qingqing was haunted, is it that..."
"Yes." Mu Yunchu nodded, "She wants to see you."
Zhao Hongbin took a sharp breath.
His emotions were in turmoil, finally his gaze turned firm, "It’s been twenty years, so things indeed need closure."
Zhao Hongbin followed Mu Yunchu into the old campus.
This ti she didn’t choose too late a ti, but when the sun had just set.
As soon as they entered the building, the exam ghost floated over. His already small eyes were almost squinting into slits out of anxiety.
"Why are you back again?"
Seeing Zhao Hongbin beside her, "And brought soone again!"
He rubbed his forehead, "Do you think this is a haunted house, bringing different people every day?"
Seeing Mu Yunchu completely ignoring him as she continued forward, the exam ghost was so anxious he almost jumped three ters high.
"Don’t say I didn’t warn you, tonight you really shouldn’t enter this building."
From his experience, the yin energy of that female ghost upstairs would be particularly heavy at this ti.
And sothing would surely happen.
He thought Mu Yunchu wasn’t afraid, believing her confidence ca from carrying a Peach Wood Sword.
"Not to underestimate you, but that Peach Wood Sword might deter ghosts like , but it’s practically useless against vengeful ghosts of that caliber... Hey? Listen to ."
Perhaps due to a clear goal this ti, Mu Yunchu led Zhao Hongbin directly to the fourth floor.
Leaving the persistent exam ghost completely behind.
When they reached the stairs leading to the fourth floor, the exam ghost refused to go any further.
Upstairs was ’that guy’s’ territory, he didn’t dare move.
His shoulders relaxed, his whole deanor losing vitality, and he reluctantly watched as Mu Yunchu slowly disappeared from view, muttering to himself as he shook his head, "Sigh... you’re on your own now."
Suddenly rembering sothing, he said to the air, conspiratorially and apprehensively, "This can’t be blad on ."
"I relayed everything you wanted to say, she’s seeking her own death."
...
After waiting a while, only bone-chilling silence responded.
Looking forward at the corridor that seed able to devour everything in its darkness. Suddenly, as if sensing sothing, he curled up in fear and ran far away.
...
On this side, when Mu Yunchu climbed to the fourth floor, she distinctly felt so resistance ahead.
Like an invisible restriction, trying to block her from advancing another step.
Slightly lowering her eyes, she softly chanted a spell.
A few seconds later, when she raised her hand again, the path ahead was unobstructed.
Zhao Hongbin stopped in place, "What’s wrong?"
Mu Yunchu turned her head to look at Zhao Hongbin, who stood slightly ahead of her, her gaze dropping to his feet.
A couple of steps ahead of her.
Shaking her head, she didn’t make a fuss.
The two continued up another flight of stairs.
"Wait..." Zhao Hongbin’s robust voice carried a tinge of tremor, "Weren’t we just on the third floor?"
"So how are we still here now?"
He raised his arm, trembling, pointing to the wall beside them, swallowing hard.
On the wall, there was a large, bloody number.
It read: 3.
For soone sensitive to numbers like him, he couldn’t have misrembered this.
Mu Yunchu stood by the handrail, looking upward, clearly seeing two more floors above.
After walking several more tis, they found the sa result.
Mu Yunchu said, "I’ll stand here, you go ahead and take a look."
She wanted to conduct a simple experint to verify her suspicion.
Zhao Hongbin exhaled.
He didn’t want to separate at this mont, but seeing Mu Yunchu’s expression, he swallowed back his words.
For the first ti, climbing the stairs made his knees hurt.
"Stand on the last step, and tell how many floors you see."
As he kept walking, Mu Yunchu’s voice seed to grow more distant.
Zhao Hongbin forced his eyes open, a bit afraid of seeing that ’3’ again.
To his surprise, he suddenly found himself on the 4th floor.
No ti to rejoice, when he turned back to see Mu Yunchu coming up, and looked forward again, the floor had once again turned to ’3’.
Zhao Hongbin: ?
"This is... ghost hitting the wall."
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