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Clearly, Mo Jiang arrived here faster than expected, leaving it with no other options. At this moment, it had no choice but to await its fate.
but……
It wasn't cut down.
Mo Jiang's voice came over, "Do you want revenge?"
The female ghost paused, a look of incomprehensible confusion appearing on her bloodless face.
“You shouldn’t have been pushed off the roof like that. Only one of your enemies is dead. Your revenge is not over yet.”
"I can help you bring your enemy to you."
"But correspondingly, those you killed didn't deserve to die either. So after you've taken your revenge, I will personally beat you to a pulp to avenge them."
"Tell me now, do you want to die right now, or take your revenge and then be scattered to the winds?"
145. They're doomed, even Jesus couldn't save them, I'm telling you!
Two choices: die first, or die later.
Either choice leads to death, so it seems like there's no need to choose either one.
But upon hearing these words, the resentment that had been gathering towards Wang Meng suddenly stopped and ceased its convergence.
Having bled to death, her pale face stared fixedly at Mo Jiang, lifeless, her eyes devoid of any human emotion.
On his terrifying face, however, appeared an extremely subtle...pleading look.
The expression appeared for such a short time that Mo Jiang almost thought it was a hallucination.
It didn't speak, but Mo Jiang understood what it meant.
It chose the second path, but it was bound to the ghost realm, bound to room number 444, so someone had to take it with them.
To bear the ghosts and the ghost realm with one's own flesh and blood.
This is undoubtedly a dangerous thing. Even a slight loss of yang energy in a flesh and blood body can cause a serious illness, let alone using the flesh to bear ghosts and ghost realms, which are things that are constantly eroding the yang energy of the human body.
Once you choose to do that, your lifespan is basically on a countdown.
Moreover, the time unit is not calculated in years, but in months.
If someone is physically weak, let alone bear the ghost realm, they might even die suddenly.
but……
"That's only right. If it's for you to take revenge, it would be more appropriate to send you to your enemy."
As he spoke, Mo Jiang gathered all his power deep within his body and stretched out his left hand, saying, "I will bear your ghostly domain and resentment."
Amidst the churning black mist, Mo Jiang's left arm glowed with a ghostly blue light, and Wang Meng's ghost slipped into it like a wisp of smoke.
In an instant, he felt as if thousands of sharp needles were piercing his bone marrow, and every nerve was stinging with pain; it was resentment gnawing at his body.
The Nine Yang Divine Skill operated on its own, its blazing internal energy attempting to suppress the invading yin cold, but it was stopped by Mo Jiang. He suppressed all his power, letting the resentment erode his body.
"Humph!"
Mo Jiang groaned, cold sweat beading on his forehead, as fragments of Wang Meng's memories flooded his mind.
They were ostracized, slandered, bullied, and even pushed off the rooftop.
Wang Meng did not die immediately after being pushed off the rooftop; she retained a sliver of life.
However, she had multiple fractures and a broken spine, making it impossible for her to move. She could only lie in a pool of blood and wait to die. She struggled and suffered for a long time before she saw the people who had pushed her down come to check on Wang Meng's injuries.
Wang Meng could have been saved if those people had simply made a phone call to the hospital or summoned someone for emergency medical assistance.
But those people didn't do that. They stayed four or five meters away from Wang Meng, whispering and laughing, watching little by little as Wang Meng's eyes widened and she lost her breath.
Don't rest your eyes!
With bulging eyes and a pale face, she became a taboo on campus from the moment she fell from the high building.
The blood-stained school uniform, and even that name, became topics that couldn't be mentioned.
The images that flashed through his mind, the constant echoes of crying and pleas, cut at his nerves like a dull knife.
"They said I was cheap."
A broken voice spilled from his mind, like rusty gears barely meshing: "They said I was dirty, they said I didn't fit in, they..."
"Alright, stop talking." Mo Jiang pressed his palm against his face, his five fingers digging into his flesh like nails, using the pain to fight against the memories and voices appearing in his mind.
The verbal abuse during break, the shoving in the stairwell, the cold wind at the edge of the rooftop, and the ground gradually enlarging in the field of vision as the fall occurred.
"Words won't win me any mercy. Instead of using words to condemn those guys, come with me, and I'll take you to kill them! Revenge is more useful than condemnation!"
The resentment within her continued to erode her, but Wang Meng's voice had vanished. She stopped speaking and silently gathered her strength, waiting for the moment to take revenge.
Countless cracks appeared in the surrounding space, like a piece of glass about to shatter. With a crisp crack, the space broke apart.
After a dizzying moment, Mo Jiang and Nie Moli returned to their hotel room outside the school.
If it weren't for the laptop completely out of power and Mo Jiang's pale face due to the attack of resentment, what just happened in the Ghost Realm might have been mistaken for an illusion.
"How are you doing?"
"It's alright, nothing serious." Mo Jiang found a chair and sat down, then recounted what had just happened: carrying Wang Meng's resentment and the ghost realm, helping her find someone to take revenge, and the deal to beat her soul to pieces after the revenge was taken.
Nie Moli's assessment of this was blunt: "A completely unnecessary suggestion. You can just dismiss her, and the matter will be resolved."
"The murder in Room 444 was covered up by the school for so many years. Besides the school's usual practice of covering up any incidents, it's likely that the families of the other bullies also played a role behind the scenes."
"More than ten years have passed, and it's not easy to find the bullies back then."
For most people, the best option would be to simply disperse the female ghost to prevent students from accidentally falling to their deaths in the future.
As for those bullies, it's enough to collect some clues and hand them over to the police so they can be punished by law.
But for Mo Jiang, doing things this way was completely out of character.
"It's simple, because I want to do it, and I have the ability to do it."
The person leaning back on the sofa was defiant, saying, "Do they deserve to clean up the mess they made back then? Breaking up Wang Meng was because those students who fell to their deaths were innocent, and she will pay for it with her soul being scattered."
"But wasn't the initial cause of this whole thing just that these people had nothing better to do than bully others?"
"Wang Meng will be beaten to a pulp, and the bullies will have to pay with their lives."
"They're dead, even Jesus couldn't save them, I'm telling you!"
That's what they say, but finding the bullies from back then is no easy task.
But it's not that absolute.
"The school definitely knows where those people went. Even if they don't, it doesn't matter, because the principal and the school administration are going to die anyway."
In his words, Mo Jiang calmly sentenced the school's management to death.
The kind of thing carried out immediately by a vengeful ghost.
"The school administration played a part in suppressing Wang Meng's death; they were accomplices."
"Since they were accomplices, killing them is also a form of revenge."
As he spoke, Mo Jiang turned on his phone and began searching for the whereabouts of the school administration personnel in the year Wang Meng died.
His thinking was very simple: whether the management team subconsciously covered it up or simply wanted to protect the school's reputation, they had all contributed to this matter.
Because of their efforts, Wang Meng became a vengeful ghost, and the school gained more than a dozen students who would not have fallen to their deaths otherwise.
Since they put in the effort, they are one of the murderers, and it's only natural that a vengeful ghost would come looking for them.
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146. Shocking! Thirteen suicides at the school and no holiday given!
The hotel air conditioner emitted a low hum. Mo Jiang rubbed his throbbing temples and glanced at the phone on the bedside table. The screen was lit up, showing 3:17 a.m.
He didn't sleep well. Whenever he relaxed, Wang Meng's resentment would erode his body. The physical pain was secondary; the main problem was that he would keep replaying the scene of Wang Meng's death in his dreams.
In severe cases, Mo Jiang's perspective is even replaced with Wang Meng's first-person view, allowing him to fully experience Wang Meng's journey from falling off the rooftop to her death.
That would be an extremely difficult situation for others to bear.
The sound of school uniforms rubbing together as I was pushed off the rooftop, the roar of the wind rushing into my ears as I fell, and the despair of lying in a pool of blood watching those girls chatting and laughing.
Mo Jiang rubbed his temples. This body was still just a mortal body, and bearing the resentment of a vengeful ghost was more exhausting than he had imagined.
In particular, he needs to be careful to suppress his power at all times to avoid completely destroying Wang Meng.
He's good at killing people and ghosts, but saving people and ghosts is clearly not within his capabilities.
Stepping out of the room, she found the living room lights on, with Nie Moli curled up on the sofa wrapped in a thin blanket, her body shifting occasionally, clearly still recovering from the impact of the Ghost Domain.
Even without physical harm, the impact of the Yin energy within the Ghost Realm can cause ordinary people to fall ill.
Because that's a field that ordinary people can't enter.
They booked a hotel suite, the kind with two separate rooms.
Living closer together makes it easier for both sides to provide timely assistance in case of any incidents.
Of course, the rescue mentioned here generally refers to Mo Jiang going to rescue Nie Moli.
Both of them were very self-aware. If Mo Jiang were to get into any danger, Nie Moli would only be offering herself up for a double kill.
Nie Moli is a light sleeper and a very alert person. As soon as Mo Jiang stepped out of the room, she suddenly opened her eyes.
She sat up straight and rubbed the back of her neck. "How long have I been asleep?"
"About three hours."
As he spoke, Mo Jiang placed one hand on Nie Moli's shoulder, and pure white holy light gradually shone forth. This time, however, it was not the usual powerful and domineering holy light meant to destroy the enemy.
Instead, it is a different kind of gentle light, like the tender light of a loving mother.
The light vanished as soon as it touched her, and Nie Moli felt a warmth fill her entire body as the holy light took away all her unease and pain.
"If you don't want to sleep, would you be interested in watching the school leaders perform bungee jumping? The kind without ropes."
……
In the early hours of the morning, the school leaders of Nie Moli School were gathered in the administration building. They looked dazed and had hazy eyes, as if they had lost their sense of self.
School leaders were queuing on the rooftop, while on one side of the line, Mo Jiang stood with his arms crossed, watching the large group of people.
There were quite a few school leaders and teachers involved in Wang Meng's death, some of whom have already retired, but others are still teaching at the school.
Mo Jiang also spent a lot of time getting them to the rooftop to line up before classes started, thanks to Wang Meng's manipulation.
"Look, they bullied you to death because they didn't want the hassle, and then restricted discussions about your death. Now, let's settle our scores and avenge our wrongs."
Without the slightest hesitation, the vengeful ghost immediately controlled a school leader to the edge of the rooftop and then released him from its control.
The school leaders' eyes cleared instantly. Before they could understand what had happened, they felt a strong gust of wind rush towards them.
The scene before him and his physical sensations were telling him one thing: he was standing on the edge of the rooftop, about to jump.
wrong!
Why should I jump down?
Before the question could be answered, the school leader suddenly jumped out and immediately saw the ground magnified infinitely in his eyes.
Snapped!
First.
Once there's a first one, there's bound to be a second. Every school leader regains consciousness before jumping, but can do nothing but watch themselves fall.
They wanted to speak, to beg for mercy, but they couldn't even open their mouths.
Just like when they faced the incident of Wang Meng being pushed off the rooftop and dying, they casually provided convenience to some people without paying attention to the wide-open eyes of the deceased.
Now, one by one, they were forced to jump off the rooftop, their eyes wide open, silently awaiting death.
Yes, they were still breathing after they jumped.
But it was not the ghost's forgiveness, but the vengeful spirit's curse. They would gradually experience the feeling of life passing away, watching the two students standing on the rooftop quietly watching them, doing nothing, until they breathed their last.