CH 117.3

Bai Lixin immediately grabbed the nearest “black jellyfish”.

The black mist immediately exploded like a water balloon with the gentle squeeze of his hand.

In an instant, a memory flooded Bai Lixin’s mind.

It was a dark room.

The angle of view also changed to the first perspective.

From the perspective of the owner to this memory, Bai Lixin saw this body tied to a bed.

Only one hand holding an iron rod with spikes was approaching.

The vision moved up and landed on the person’s face.

The face, drawn in crayon, had two round black holes made of messy lines as eyes, and a blood-red open mouth with a row of sharp teeth.

The person raised the rod in their hand and slammed it on the memory owner’s stomach.

“Tell me, who the hell knocked you up?!”

“Why are you so cheap? Just coming of age and you’ve already learnt how to seduce?”

“How did our school come up with such a disgraceful thing? Not only are you a disgrace to the school, but you’re also a disgrace to your parents!”

“What’s the point of defending that guy so much? In the end, he’s hiding like a turtle and doesn’t dare to come forward.”

“Your life is ruined from just one wrong step!”

“I’m doing this for your own good, I’ll help get the baby out now.”

“It hurts? That’s right! How can you remember your lesson if it doesn’t hurt?”

“A cheap sow doesn’t deserve a child. She’s a scourge, so why don’t you just leave her alone?”

“Teacher will help you, and it won’t hurt anymore.”

“Then you can have a fresh start.”

Each word was accompanied by a heavy blow.

Bai Lixin’s ears were filled with the screams of pain and the desperate wails coming from the girl.

Bai Lixin even felt his stomach cramp a little.

Suddenly, a hand slapped Bai Lixin on the shoulder and he snapped back to his senses, only to realise that the fragments had gathered in front of him at some point.

Sanity quickly returned, and the fragments that were gathering around him quickly withdrew from his body.

The fragments gradually left Bai Lixin’s side, once again floating aimlessly in the air.

Bai Lixin tilted his head to look at Su Fan, who had just patted his shoulder, “Why are you patting my shoulder?”

Su Fan: “I just want to tell you that it’s late, we should go back to class.”

“We don’t want to go into the dark room first, do we?”

After looking at Su Fan for two seconds, Bai Lixin nodded: “Right, it’s getting late.”

Before he left, he looked back at the fragments floating in the air thoughtfully.

Inside that mass of memories, the image of the teacher was blurred by fear. He could not see the teacher’s face, but he at least knew an easy way to identify this classroom teacher.

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There were three buildings in this school.

The first was the school building where the classes were held.

The second was the infirmary and there were also rooms for studies, IT, medicine, a library, etc.

Then there was also a dormitory building.

Although the paths were complicated to follow, the infirmary and the school building were located next to each other.

The infirmary was on the ground floor and class C, where Bai Lixin was assigned, was on the fifth and penultimate floor of the school building.

Class A was on the second floor, and the resources on the entire second and third floors belonged to class A. It had the smallest number of students, but it occupied the most classrooms and resources.

Class B was on the fourth floor, and all the resources on the entire fourth floor were available to Class B.

As for the fifth floor, although there was only one classroom on the fifth floor, it was also the only room on this floor.

The entrance to the corridor on the other side of the staircase had a heavy metal sliding door, and the doorway was locked with a chain around it.

The corridor was dark and completely eerie.

On climbing to the fifth floor, Liang Xi tilted his head to look at the locked corridor.

In a trance, he seemed to see a black shadow flashing by at the end.

He consciously tugged at Bai Lixin’s cuffs, and his suppressed voice had a tremble, “God Xin, I think I saw a shadow just now.”

“But I don’t know if it’s my illusion. I don’t know what’s going on but I’ve been hallucinating a lot this day.”

Bai Lixin followed Liang Xi’s finger to look over. The gate in the middle of the corridor was chained, but you could see beyond.

Inside was dark, eerie and scary.

Like the corridor over here, the corridor over there was dark and dilapidated.

The walls over there were also covered in graffiti.

“Hey, what are you three doing out there if you don’t come in quickly? Do you want me, the teacher, to personally invite you in?”

An impatient voice rang out abruptly as Master Zhao stood by the door with his back against the frame. His huge black pupils stared at the three casually.

He saw the three looking towards the other side of the corridor, and Master Zhao suddenly spoke coldly as the trio walked up to the classroom door.

“Let me give you a reminder, curiosity killed the cat.”

Bai Lixin looked up and asked very politely, “Teacher, may I ask, why is that corridor locked?

Seeing Bai Lixin’s earnest expression, Teacher Zhao’s face softened a little, “Of course there is a reason it was locked up. It’s for your own good.”

“You only have to study and if it goes well, you can graduate in three years and leave.”

Teacher Zhao said this without even the slightest fluctuation in his voice, like a robot doing his job.

“For our own good, for fear that we will be frightened?” Bai Lixin continued to pursue the question, “Does it mean that someone died over there?”

“Oh,” Teacher Zhao hooked up the corners of his mouth and evoked a leathery smile as if he heard a joke. “Aren’t there people who have died in Wensong High? Of course it’s not as simple as someone having died.”

His voice was not low when he said this.

All the players were sitting in the classroom in silence, and when they heard this, the people in the room secretly sigh, unable to hide their distress.

Was someone dying a simple matter?

What the hell was over there?

If not a dead person, could there be a ghost?

Class C’s floor was on was eerie enough, but now there was a corridor with chains.

If only they had known they should have used more effort, they would have at least joined the normal class B.

The most remorseful of them all was Wang Xiaoming, the player with glasses who was first in class C.

Teacher Zhao was already a little impatient: “Hurry in and sit down, I’ll take you to the dormitory building after the books are distributed.”