The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 153

With Qing Li’s interruption, the frightening atmosphere completely dissipated.

To prevent her from leading other players astray, after she finished ten family buckets, the fourth player began their story.

“I am a middle school teacher in a small county. This story happened at our school.”

Jing Tao began speaking slowly, his voice steady, instantly setting the mood.

“Our school was built on a chaotic burial mound. Rumors say that when it was first constructed, the school often heard mournful crying, scaring away several night watchmen.”

“A few years ago, a very pretty girl transferred to the class next door. She was well-dressed, had fair and clear skin, and spoke fluent Mandarin. Such a well-behaved student was very likable, so when she first transferred, a few boys with poor grades in her class took notice of her.”

“At first, they just pulled her hair or deliberately bumped into her while walking.”

“At that time, the boys were naughty, thinking that teasing a girl would catch her attention.”

“Later, the girl, unable to bear the harassment, went to the class teacher and told her about being bullied.”

At this point, Jing Tao paused, his voice hoarse from talking too much.

“The class teacher looked her up and down and said displeasedly: Why do they bully you and not other girls? Have you ever thought that it might be your own problem?”

“Look at the girls in the class, who has hair draped over their shoulders like you? Who dresses as beautifully as you?”

“Adolescence is a stage full of curiosity about the opposite sex. By dressing like this, aren’t you inviting trouble yourself?”

?Damn, what kind of stupid teacher says something like this??

?It’s not wrong to have disheveled hair or to wear beautiful clothes; the wrong ones are those mischievous boys and the malicious teacher.?

?I’ve experienced the same treatment, and it’s ridiculous that my teacher was also a woman.?

Jing Tao continued: “The girl couldn’t believe that her class teacher would blame her for the situation. She ran out crying.”

“That evening was for self-study, and although the night after the Start of Autumn comes late, it had already become completely dark.”

“Nobody expected the girl to go missing!”

“The parents called the police, and despite a thorough search, no trace of the girl was found.”

“The class teacher, fearing involvement, didn’t mention the girl coming to him.”

“In the following days, he was restless and even had nightmares about the girl.”

“Her clothes were dirty, her hair was in a mess, and parts of her scalp seemed to have been cut off, the wounds bleeding profusely.”

“Her eyes were full of resentment, staring straight at the class teacher.”

“Even when the teacher woke from the nightmare, that gaze seemed inescapable.”

“It was as if she was really standing there, just invisible to him.”

“A few days later, the girl was found.”

“Her body was buried in the pine forest next to the school playground. The culprit was quickly caught; it was the night shift security guard.”

“The school toilet was on the west side of the playground. The guard, seeing the girl crying alone on the playground at night, harbored lustful thoughts.”

“In her struggle to escape, chunks of her hair and scalp were torn off. Fearing her screams would attract attention, the guard ruthlessly killed her…”

“When the girl’s body was unearthed, the class teacher went to the scene.”

“The corpse on the ground was exactly like the one in his dream, especially her uncloseable eyes that seemed to stare at the teacher through the crowd.”

“Even in the height of summer, the teacher felt a chill all over.”

“Unable to sleep for several nights, his eyes wide open, afraid to close them because the horrific death of the girl would appear before him.”

“Again in the deep of the night, the insomniac teacher had sunken eyes and bloodshot eyes.”

“Suddenly, there was a faint noise at the window, as if someone was scratching the glass with their nails.”

“The scratching grew louder, turning from a sharp, piercing sound to a banging.”

“The window glass vibrated violently, as if it would shatter at any moment.”

“The teacher, in a cold sweat, stared at the window, unable to move his eyes.”

“He was on the 21st floor! He dared not imagine what was outside.”

“Teacher… teacher…”

“The girl’s voice came from outside the window, soft and gentle as before.”

“The class teacher suddenly woke up in shock. He realized he might not have locked the window. He hurriedly rushed to the bay window, wanting to lock it, but the window was already slowly opening…”

“The girl’s face had decayed beyond recognition. Her beautiful long hair was clumped together with blood, and her pretty clothes were stained with mud and blood.”

“Teacher, my hair is no longer draped over my shoulders, and my clothes are no longer pretty. Is it… still my fault?”

“In the midst of the teacher’s horrific screams, he fell from the window, his body shattered.”

[“Wow, this seems to be true too.”]

[“That incident at XXX Experimental School, it even made the local news at the time!”]

[“Yes, the class teacher’s fall and death were ruled an accident. The school thought he was distraught over a student’s incident and lost his bearings accidentally. They even gave his family a large sum of condolence money!”]

[“They should ask for the money back. Such a person doesn’t deserve it.”]

“Is this story really true?” Liu Yue couldn’t help but ask.

It was too real. If the teacher hadn’t died in the story, she might have suspected that Jing Tao was the teacher himself.

Jing Tao smiled, “Only half of it is true.”

He didn’t continue, and Liu Yue felt it inappropriate to ask more.

Qing Li glanced at Yu Ziyang, the first player to tell a story, and then at Jing Tao.

The reason why stories are stories is that they are embellishments upon reality, amplifying some details while erasing some truths.

So, what roles do they themselves play in these stories?

The remaining two players each narrated the content of a horror film. As they were well-known horror films and their narration was too stiff, the audience in the live stream found it dull.

After all the players had finished telling their stories, the voting began.

First place: Qing Li

(Don’t ask, the answer is a lot of die-hard fans)

Second place: Jing Tao

(Appealing story with a pleasant voice)

Third place: Yu Ziyang

(More like a lawless lunatic confessing crimes than telling a story)

Fourth place: Zhen Xiaohui

(I’d rather watch the movie directly than listen to your explanation)

Fifth place: Yu Xin

(same as above)

6th Place: Liu Yue

(Chickens may feel terror, but humans do not)