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Su Jin'er's steps were somewhat unsteady. Perhaps it all began with Zhuo Xiaoman's sudden suicide, but was it really a suicide? Wang Xiangxiang said that her expression at the time was strange, even a bit ferocious and terrifying. But shouldn't a person about to die have a face filled with despair? Why wasn't that the case for her?
Why?
Her head felt like it was about to explode.
Her temples throbbed, as if billions of insects were crashing around inside, making her feel nauseous.
The black wind rustled the black leaves, and her world instantly turned pitch black, resembling hell. The howling wind around her sounded more like the wails of countless ghosts from the underworld.
Her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Jin'er, what's wrong?"
Ruan Hongmei caught her as she nearly fell, asking with concern.
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy. It might be the wind."
The wind was indeed strong, making it hard for them to keep their eyes open. Even the flashlight in her hand was swaying unsteadily. The beam illuminated the trees, which swayed like ferocious monsters with gaping mouths, waiting for prey to wander into their jaws.
Ruan Hongmei looked around; it was so dark she couldn't see her hand in front of her face. The flashlight could only illuminate three or four meters ahead, but what awaited them in the darkness ahead?
The more she thought about it, the more frightened she became. In fact, fear stemmed from one's inner self combined with the surrounding environment. Those with slightly weaker psychological resilience could faint from fright or even die from it.
"Let's go!" Su Jin'er said softly, but it was clear that her voice was trembling.
Just as she took a step forward, her foot suddenly froze in place; she didn't dare to retract it either, and her back slowly began to stiffen.
Ruan Hongmei's situation wasn't much better.
They both felt a chilling gaze behind them, watching them maliciously.
Her heart was tightly clenched, causing her body to start aching.
"What should we do?" Ruan Hongmei's tears began to flow, as they could sense that the gaze behind them was not friendly.
"I'll count to three, and we'll turn around together." Su Jin'er was already sweating, her nails digging deeply into her skin, yet she felt no pain at all.
"I'm too scared."
Su Jin'er squeezed her hand tightly, signaling her to hold on.
"One... Two... Three."
The two turned around simultaneously.
There was nothing behind them, only the wind blowing relentlessly.
Although there was nothing there, it did not ease the tension in their nerves, for that gaze was still fixed on them.
"Jin'er, I'm so scared!" Ruan Hongmei cried, her body weakly leaning against Su Jin'er.
"It's okay, it's okay." In truth, she was also afraid; her legs felt weak and lacked any strength, but she couldn't collapse.
Just as they were about to leave, a piercing laugh suddenly echoed through the forest.
"Ah!!" Ruan Hongmei couldn't help but scream.
"Don't scream." Su Jin'er covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes scanning every movement around them. However, the wind was so strong that it nearly blinded her.
A white figure suddenly flashed through the trees, moving as fast as lightning.
"Who’s there?" She mustered her courage and shouted loudly.
The only response to her was the howling wind.
Su Jin'er’s legs were also giving way; she no longer had the strength to hold Ruan Hongmei.
The laughter that had stopped suddenly rang out again, a piercing sound that seemed to stab through their eardrums. The sound echoed in her ears, while her heart felt as uncomfortable as if it were being clawed by a cat.
“Who is there playing tricks? Come out!” Su Jin'er shouted loudly as she set Ruan Hongmei down.
She had heard her grandmother say that ghosts could not communicate with humans. If someone really answered her, it would prove they were not a ghost, just pretending to be one.
However, the other party seemed to know her thoughts and did not respond at all.
Su Jin'er’s heart was tightly wound; perhaps in the next second, she would collapse. Ruan Hongmei had already fainted, White Shadow was nowhere to be seen, the piercing laughter had vanished, and even the wind gradually died down.
Everything returned to calm, as if nothing had ever happened, yet fear had not completely disappeared from her heart.
She was holding on!
With great effort, she placed Ruan Hongmei on her back and then stood up. It was difficult for her to stand because she too was afraid, afraid that her legs would give way completely.
She told herself not to fall down, took a deep breath, and stepped forward one step at a time.
Sweat trickled down her fair skin, and her racing heartbeat continued to pound rapidly.
Just as she was about to walk out of that damned forest, a face suddenly appeared in front of her, only a few millimeters away from her own—a distorted face magnified before her eyes.
She opened her mouth wide in terror and stumbled backward. Ruan Hongmei slipped from sadness, and she too fell to the ground.
Before her was only a head; there was no body—just a head.
With green skin, a gaping mouth, and bright red blood oozing from the corners of its lips.
She sat on the ground, gasping for breath, wanting to close her eyes but afraid that if she opened them again, that ghostly face would reappear before her.
The head floated in mid-air, grinning eerily, blood dripping down as if it would never stop, pooling into a small river that slowly flowed toward her.
She felt a wave of dizziness.
Oh God! Who would save her?
The head kept approaching her, and she could only retreat. Her hand suddenly touched something cold; she grabbed it and threw it at the head. The stone hit the head, causing it to tremble slightly but not fall.
Su Jin'er’s actions seemed to anger it, and it quickly flew toward her, mouth wide open. Instinctively, she raised her arms to block it, a sharp pain coursing through her that nearly made her faint.
Suddenly, she spotted a large rock nearby. She crawled over with all her strength, lifted the heavy stone, and smashed it down onto the head.
"I'll crush you! I'll crush you!"
Thick blood splattered onto her face, the stench of blood invading her nostrils like ants crawling inside. Yet, she couldn't care less.
Finally, all the strength in her body was exhausted. She dropped the blood-soaked stone and collapsed onto the ground, too weak to look at the head she had struck.
Perhaps she was too tired or perhaps her mind had reached its limit; she fainted.
As dawn's light illuminated the campus and laughter filled the air once more, Su Jin'er lay alone on the cold ground.
A cacophony of noise jolted her awake. She wearily opened her eyes to see youthful faces around her. However, instead of joy, their expressions were filled with terror and fear.
Then she saw a familiar face.
It was Captain Xing.
Straining to prop herself up, she rubbed her forehead as everything from last night replayed clearly in her mind.
"Captain Xing, I..." Her words were cut short as she was startled by the scene before her.
Because lying not far away was Ruan Hongmei, dead, with blood everywhere. Next to her, a stone was stained with blood, and she herself was covered in it as well.
What she couldn't bear even more was that Ruan Hongmei's head had become a pile of flesh.
At that moment, she was completely stunned, her mouth lost the ability to speak. She sat on the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, her world crumbling around her.
Chu Feifan, Zuo Yi, and Zhuang Lingtian arrived. They looked at everything in disbelief; all the evidence pointed to her, leaving no room for doubt.
"Jin'er, what happened? How could this be?" Chu Feifan crouched down, anxiously looking at Su Jin'er.
She looked at him and managed a weak smile, as if her soul had left her body. She didn't answer; instead, she quietly raised her head to look at the sky, which began to spin. Her world was in chaos.
Then she fainted again.
She slept for a long time and had a very long dream in which a head kept chasing her.
She ran!
Ran!
Desperately forward because she knew she couldn't stop. If she did, that head would crush her, and it would turn into Ruan Hongmei's. She didn't want that.
No!
Don't stop!
So tired; she just wanted to rest for a moment, just for a moment.
Her speed gradually slowed down.
The Lingering Head suddenly appeared in front of her.
But she no longer had the strength to run away, only able to watch as the head grinned menacingly and approached her.
Don't come closer, don't come closer!
But she couldn't make a sound; everything around her was a blank white, devoid of any noise, even her breathing was silent.
A deathly silence.
Yet, her hand touched a stone, and then she picked it up, though inside she was shouting: No.
However, those hands seemed no longer her own. She lifted the stone and smashed it down on the head, once, twice, three times...
She didn't know how long it had been when she finally threw away the stone, her hands and face covered in blood, and that head had transformed into Ruan Hongmei's head.
Sitting on the ground, she laughed loudly, then cried out loud.
Crying one moment, laughing the next.
She felt like she was going insane.
Perhaps she was already insane!
Suddenly, she heard someone calling her name, one call after another.
So loud!
It was really so loud!
Her head felt like it was about to explode.
Dreams ultimately must come to an end; no matter how long they are, there will always be a day to wake up.
She slowly opened her eyes, and everything before her was pure white.
She saw the face of Chu Feifan. His face was still as handsome as ever, but why did she feel such melancholy radiating from it? Nevertheless, he was still very charming.
Then she saw a second face, equally handsome and equally melancholic. Who did this face belong to?
Yes, it was Zuo Yi.
And there was another face! This one was also handsome, carrying an air of sadness, frowning as he looked at her. It must be Zhuang Lingtian!
She smiled.
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