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I made my way to the school hospital. Yang Qing was injured quite seriously and was taken directly into the operating room. Xiaoya had also sustained minor injuries and was taken to have her wounds treated. Tiantian remained unconscious, still not awake, and the school had notified the families.
We waited outside, and when the school officials asked what had happened, I initially intended to tell the truth, but Lin You interrupted me.
"They got into a fight because of Lin Shan's death, which is why this happened. Teacher, we were wrong; it won't happen again."
Due to her sincere attitude, the school officials didn't say much more, only warning us that violence is never a solution.
I understood Lin You's intentions; some things, if spoken aloud, wouldn’t be believed by anyone.
However, I privately told Lin You about the cause of Lin Shan's death and what I had seen in the dormitory earlier. After hearing this, Lin You fell silent, burying her head between her legs, trembling.
Eventually, Lin You's family arrived, and she had no choice but to leave with them. I was waiting for Chu Fan because I had received a call from him.
The hospital was particularly quiet at midnight. Outside the operating room, the corridor was empty except for the bright lights overhead. Yang Qing's parents were out of town, and local relatives were on their way, leaving me alone in this place.
I curled up in a chair, hoping Chu Fan would arrive soon.
Having never experienced anything so terrifying before in my life, I thought to myself, "If it were just a simple fight, that would be better. Lin Shan—"
My gaze landed on a pair of shoes. White leather shoes were stained with patches of red, tainting their pristine surface. Following the ankle upward, I noticed blood on the white stockings as well; it hadn't coagulated yet and continued to drip down.
A chill ran through me as a voice echoed above my head.
"Anxin, you also believe that Lin Shan wouldn't die, right?"
I looked up to see Xiaoya smiling at me with a vacant expression, her face covered in blood, some of it clinging to her hair, forming a droplet that swayed before falling.
"I—"
"Anxin, Lin Shan told me she died in a terrible and painful way, feeling empty in her heart. Do you know? I really liked Lin Shan, so I need to find her a heart. Look at this."
Xiaoya extended her hands toward me, revealing a bloody heart resting in her palms, drenched in blood, still beating as if it had just been taken from someone.
Yet she smiled joyfully, as if it were a precious treasure.
"This vibrant heart, Lin Shan will surely love it."
I couldn't bring myself to ask whose heart it was; the acid in my stomach was severe, making me feel nauseous and unable to vomit, which was unbearable.
"Anxin, why aren't you speaking?" Xiaoya suddenly tilted her head and giggled at me. "I remember that night when we summoned the Spirit of the Plate; I think I saw you. It was your presence that knocked over the candle at the door, causing Lin Shan to die, right?"
A chill crept up my spine instantly. I leaned against the cold waiting chair, trembling uncontrollably, wanting to run but finding my legs powerless.
"No, I don't know anything."
"Then why did Lin You say you knew we were playing Spirit of the Plate and even mentioned our names?" Xiaoya's dazed eyes fixed on me as she stepped closer. The nauseating taste of blood intensified with her movement, yet she seemed oblivious. "Anxin, give me your heart too! I don’t know which one Lin Shan likes; I need many hearts."
"Xiaoya, Lin Shan is already dead. How could she come back to life? Wake up! She is gone."
"No!" Xiaoya threw the heart aside and gripped my neck tightly with her blood-stained hands, her eyes glinting with madness. "Lin Shan is not dead! I won't allow anyone to say she is dead; she will definitely come back to me!"
Through Xiaoya's figure, I suddenly saw Lin Shan. She was grinning menacingly at me, her hands tightening around my throat with great force.
The dwindling air in my chest made it difficult to breathe, and I could only desperately beat against her. But soon, I found I lacked the strength even to strike.
I saw two lines of tears sliding down Xiaoya's face, mingling with the blood. She was saying something, but I couldn't hear a word. My body suddenly felt heavy, and I began to fall downward.
My consciousness started to fade.
With a thud, I felt something being knocked away, but I was too exhausted to open my eyes. In my increasingly blurred vision, a flash revealed Jun Chong's devilishly handsome face.
A cool breath flowed into my mouth, brushing over my tongue like a feather as it slipped down my throat, exploding in my chest, warming me yet cooling me at the same time.
"Are you awake?"
I opened my eyes to find Jun Chong holding me as he walked through the darkness. The night air carried a cool breeze from Wind Sound, but I didn't feel cold.
"I—"
I wanted to speak, but my throat hurt too much. Jun Chong looked down at my neck, his gaze heavy. "You were choked by a ghost; you almost died."
"What about Xiaoya?"
Jun Chong stopped and turned his body while still holding me.
Behind us stood the hospital building, brightly lit and bustling with noise; faint cries could be heard.
My hands tightened suddenly as I recalled what had just happened. Trembling slightly, I asked, "Was it Xiaoya or Tiantian?"
"Tiantian." Jun Chong's voice was deep and resonant, clearer in the night. "She was killed by having her heart ripped out and was pushed down the stairs. The murderer is Xiaoya."
My fingers curled slightly again. When I saw the red light flashing in Tien Tien's hand, I had a premonition, but I never expected it to be true. Tears streamed down my face uncontrollably.
In just two days, I lost my classmates from four years of university.
Jun Chong said nothing as he held me and turned to leave.
The sound of the wind brushed against my ears as I nestled into his embrace. Although there was no heartbeat, I felt inexplicably at ease.
"Jun Chong, is it because Xiaoya was possessed by Lin Shan that she acted that way?"
"Yes. But she did it willingly."
"Xiaoya said she liked Lin Shan, which is why she did that."
I recalled Xiaoya just moments ago, her eyes glazed over as tears streamed down when she mentioned Lin Shan.
If there were no love, how could there be pain?
If there were no love, how could one commit murder for her?
"If Xiao You dies, I would be very sad too." I looked up at Jun Chong and then grasped his collar. "So Jun Chong, can you do me a favor?"
"Is this your wish?"
Jun Chong stopped walking, his deep black eyes seemed to overflow with ink as they fixed on me, carrying an intense scrutinizing pressure.
I instinctively nodded.
"I promised to fulfill your wishes. Once you understand the desires of the human world, come with me to hell. This is the first thing."
I looked up at his handsome profile, a complex emotion welling up inside me, indescribable and unclear.
"Mm."
"Then tonight, let me feel good."
Jun Chong's tone was relaxed, but I leaned against his embrace, closing my eyes and smiling.
If he truly wanted me, I wouldn't have had to wait until today.
The night was filled with dreams, and when I woke up, it was already nine in the morning. Since I had no classes today, I felt reluctant to go out. As I turned over, my phone rang—it was Lin You.
She had just learned about last night's tragedy this morning.
"Xiao You, I'm fine, really."
I didn't tell Lin You about how Xiaoya almost choked me to death last night; I just didn't want her to worry too much.
Lin You sighed and said, "Xiaoya needs to be hospitalized for treatment due to abnormalities found in her mental evaluation. Sweet's parents are very unwilling and are insisting that Xiaoya pay the price. How could someone so good end up dead or insane? Right now, Yang Qing is still recovering. Anxin, if your dream is real, then the next one could either be Yang Qing or me."
"It won't happen, Xiao You. No matter what, I won't let anything happen to you. I swear."
My hand trembled as I held the phone, tears streaming down my face.
Lin You simply smiled through it all, a hint of desolation in her expression. "Thank you, Anxin."
At that moment, Jun Chong walked in from outside, glanced at me, and said, "Call Lin You. Meet at the school library."
Seeing his serious expression, I didn't think much of it and informed Lin You. An hour later, we would meet at school.
Jun Chong said nothing else. After I quickly tidied myself up, he pulled me toward the school. We waited for Lin You at the library entrance.
"Anxin."
"Small—"
Before I could finish my sentence, I saw a flash of red light in Lin You's palm, which startled me and made my legs go weak. Before Sweet died, I had also seen that red light in her hand.
Could it be that Lin You is next?!
"You saw it."
Chu Fan spoke from behind me, his voice soft yet clear.
I froze for a moment, unable to process what was happening.
"That red light—do you know what it is?"
"What is it?" I asked nervously, looking at him. In his dark pupils, I seemed to see my own fear and anxiety reflected back at me. "I've seen it on Lin Shan and Sweet."
"That's a warning from the Corpse Demon."
"Corpse Demon? A warning?"
Chu Fan had his hands in his pockets, gazing towards the Old Teaching Building behind the library. He pursed his lips and said, "Corpses can become demons over time; if refined, they can become alluring."
I didn't understand what he meant, but I had heard of the Corpse Demon, a creature that harbored hatred for the living due to its resentment in death, with the most powerful being the Corpse King.
However, I had only read about these things in novels. The fact that such a thing could exist on campus felt surreal to me.
"Anxin, what's wrong? You look so pale," Lin You waved her hand in front of me, wrapped her arms around mine, and whispered in my ear, "Did you get too intense with him last night?"
I was at a loss for whether to feel embarrassed or angry, so I could only give her a helpless smile. Lin You, however, seemed unfazed. "That's more like it! Don't frown all day long. Even if your heart aches, you still have to keep moving forward, right?"
Looking at Lin You reminded me that she would soon leave me as well, making it hard for me to feel cheerful.
Chu Fan glanced at us before turning and walking into the library. Lin You exclaimed curiously, "What are you doing here? Do you have a way to deal with that ghost?"
Chu Fan didn't respond but wandered around the history section of the campus. Eventually, he picked up a stack of newspapers from an inconspicuous corner and placed them on the table. Lin You and I exchanged glances and leaned in closer.
It was one thing to not look; once I did, I was stunned. What was going on?
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