Chapter 195: You Reap What You Sow

Huang Yin could sense the dangerous presence that radiated off Han Fei, honestly, he was quite afraid of his friend but compared to that, he was even more afraid of being left alone. “Brother, please, let me go with you!” When Huang Yin said that, Han Fei already blasted down the stairs. The speed stunned Huang Yin again, “Wait for me!” Huang Yin stumbled his way down the steps, chasing after Han Fei. When he reached the first floor, there was another surprise waiting for him.

In the empty field before the education block, there was a child with 4 heads whose body was ballooning. Bulging black veins pulsated on his skin. The whole school could hear the boy’s malevolent curses. Huang Yin’s feet stopped involuntarily. After that, he quickly scuttled to a dark corner to hide. His body shook tremendously. The smell of blood lingered in the school draped in darkness. Pitter patter of unknown things moved in the dark, there was not one place which was safe. He wanted to call out Han Fei’s name but he did not dare to make too loud a noise lest he attracted unnecessary attention. The man who was abandoned could only stay put and pray that Han Fei would return soon.

Bang! The window of the classroom just behind Huang Yin shattered. A giant python as dark as ink slithered past Huang Yin. The undulating creature chilled the air around it. ‘What kind of monster was that?!’

Before Huang Yin could recover, a wall of horrible stench hit him. The security, Ol’ Lee rushed towards him. “Have you seen Teacher Han?”

The ghosts that lingered on Ol’ Lee stretched their necks as far as they could towards Ma Manjiang’s sons. They were all once victims of Ma Manjiang. They were too weak to do anything before but to attach themselves onto Ol’ Lee. But now that Ma Manjiang was in his weakened state, they could not wait to take their revenge. How afraid they were before equal to how crazy and cruel they were now. They would repay Ma Manjiang’s cruelty 10 times, 100 times back to the man!

The ghost faces contorted with hatred, the resentment in their eyes was palpable. Huang Yin had never seen something so horrifying in his life, he could not even start to imagine what these ghosts had gone through to collect such intense hatred. Taking steady steps back, Huang Yin’s calves were shaking. He had no time to breathe at all. The horror scenarios lapped at him like waves and there was no end in sight!

Ma Manjiang’s son had his escape route blocked. Once upon a time, he was the prince at this school but now he was surrounded by everyone that he once had under his feet. What goes up will eventually come down.

Ma Manjiang had been keeping many ‘people’ in check with his brute strength. Now that he had lost the very thing that instilled his dominance, the former victims of the tyrant rose up against him. This included Wild Hound, Zhang Guanxing. These victims could not care less about their own death. Even if they were to die, they would die bringing pain onto Ma Manjiang. The situation was looking bad for Ma Manjiang and his son. Ma Manjiang’s face crawled out from his hiding place and shrieked shrilly.

Other than the victims, there were still some outsiders at the school. Some of them were hidden among the student body, others among the staff. These outsiders carried the trace of the butterfly on them to a certain degree. The Butterfly used these outsiders to slowly rule over Jin Sheng’s school. Now that the Butterfly had escaped and the strongest outsider, Ma Manjiang only had his lingering spirit remaining, the other outsiders started to go out of control. Their nature was cruel and merciless. Their deepest sin was evoked by the Butterfly. They could no longer be called humans, they were pure monsters that had human appearances.

With Ma Manjiang’s shrill call, all the hidden outsiders crawled out from the darkness. They stared at everything around them with gluttony and wrath.

‘Just how many things are hidden at this school?’ Huang Yin was instantly targeted by some of the outsiders. These mad individuals’ favorite pastime was to hunt after the weak. Torturing their victims brought them the greatest happiness. Injuries bloomed on their skin in the shape of butterflies. Two outsiders hiding in the cafeteria grabbed their knives and made chase after Huang Yin. The poor man had to start running for his life again. There was nowhere safe at this school, it was filled with crazy people and ghosts!

The outsiders helped offset the burden on Ma Manjiang and his sons. The monster with the 4 heads stepped on Zhang Guanxing’s neck. They kicked viciously at his stomach and the force sent the young man flying to the wall. This scene was right out from Jin Sheng’s memory. The dying Zhang Guanxing dropped onto the ground, panting weakly like a heavily injured stray.

Seeing as Ma Manjiang’s sons were about to leave the school, a strange dripping sound came from the hostel building. Heavy footsteps heralded the arrival of a large woman. She dragged several large black plastic bags behind her. She looked at Ma Manjiang’s son with a dumb smile on her face but her eyes belied an incredible depth of hatred. The hostel manager was privy to all the horrible things that four boys had done inside the hostel but she never dared to retaliate… until now.

She unwrapped the plastic bags and the girls with broken bodies from Room 401 crawled out like zombies pushing through their fresh graves. With ghastly determination, they pounced at Ma Manjiang’s sons. The girls were only Lingering Spirits, they were doomed for eternal torment but Han Fei had given them an outlet to vent their resentment.

Trailing behind the girls was a puddle of water stain. The water gradually rose against gravity to form the shape of a young woman with a ruined face.

Su Mengting!

The puddle behind her echoed with the screams of several spirits. The eyes of the girl which looked at Ma Manjiang deepened with hatred. Her death appeared to have to do with Ma Manjiang as well. Before he attempted the manager mission, Han Fei had completed 4 tales of horror at this school and now all the ghosts from those 4 tales had appeared. They were united in their hatred of Ma Manjiang!

The outsiders helped Ma Manjiang and his sons but the natives of Yi Ming Private Academy also crawled out from their hiding places. Ma Manjiang had many people fooled when he was alive and had the ghosts of the school shivering under his iron fists after death. Ma Manjiang’s sons attempted to escape but the wounds on their body increased. They were like Han Fei in the manager mission, struggling in despair but for them, beyond this despair, there was only deeper despair.

Blood rained and soon only one of the heads remained. The 3 heads of his elder brothers were shredded by the girls from Room 401.

While he tried to evade attacks from Su Mengting and the hostel manager, the female ghost who had been following Ol' Lee suddenly materialized behind him. The scabs on her body started to peel. There was a bloody necklace that peeked out around her neck. She did not harm Ma Manjiang’s son but instead reached her wounded hand out towards Ma Manjiang’s face. Ma Manjiang was originally shielded by his four sons’ heads but now 3 of them were gone and there was no one left to protect him.

Ma Manjiang started to plead for mercy, he kept mumbling something towards the woman. While the man’s attention was fully on the woman, a small and tiny red paper doll walked up towards Ma Manjiang’s son. The doll had an eerie smile on its paper face. It reached out its miniature hands towards Ma Manjiang’s son’s wounded feet. Blood instantly soaked the paper. The paper doll chuckled as it dissolved into tiny pieces of paper and crawled into the boy’s body.

Indescribable pain jolted through his body and the boy tripped and fell to the ground. He realized he was losing control of his own body!

He looked around in panic and spotted Han Fei’s emotionless eyes staring at him from a barely discernible corner. Hatred grew wildly in his heart, he could not imagine a living person would somehow end up overthrowing his father’s glorious empire.