The Taoist Boss Is Dominating The Horror World - Chapter 71

Qing Li walked in a corridor flooded with blood. With each step, her shoes were soaked in fresh blood. Beneath her feet lay countless severed limbs and arms. Holding an axe in her hand, she resembled a fierce ghost crawling out of hell…

?The little village girl is becoming more and more twisted.?

?I know she’s a village girl, but why am I trembling with fear??

?I originally put up a photo of the village girl on the wall to ward off evil spirits, but now, I feel like the photo on the wall is going to pull out a large axe and chop off my head at any moment.?

?I’m begging for the live stream to blur the village girl’s face, I’m so scared (tears streaming down face gif.)?

?I thought the horror live stream would be about terrifying and ferocious ghosts, but it turns out the most horrifying thing is a human.?

The audience in the live broadcast room shuddered in fear.

“Creak—”

Qing Li pushed open the door of the last classroom.

The door had been stained a dark red with blood, covered with crisscrossing knife marks.

The classroom was in complete disarray, with dry blood handprints everywhere – on the blackboard, walls, and desks.

One could imagine how helpless and desperate those people were when the massacre began.

“Found it.”

Qing Li looked towards the back wall of the classroom.

In the right corner of the wall was an old, out-of-place desk, behind which lay a messy pile of various items, including garbage.

What should have been a university classroom for teaching and learning, this small corner resembled a filthy, disgusting garbage dump.

Qing Li approached the old desk, its surface covered with knife-carved words: “Die, die, die…”

Each word emanated a powerful grudge.

Suddenly, a noise came from the corner’s clutter.

Qing Li turned and saw a blood-red eyeball staring intently at her through a gap in the pile of debris.

Its gaze was too sinister, exuding an ominous and nauseating feeling.

However, when Qing Li moved the debris with the blade of her axe, she found the eyeball was just a doodle.

On the white wall, a large black hole was smeared with black charcoal, and at its center, a blood-red eyeball was drawn with blood.

“It’s been watching in the darkness.”

“It’s talking to me.”

“It says everyone must die, and asks me to help them be released.”

Beneath the graffiti were several lines of small text.

If this was Gao Ming’s seat, it was clear he had been influenced by a ghost, tormented mentally until he finally broke.

To uncover more truth, Qing Li summoned a ghost employee who had signed a contract and asked directly, “Do you know Gao Ming?”

The ghost employee nodded tremblingly: “Yes, we were classmates.”

“Was this Gao Ming’s seat?” Qing Li pointed to the old wooden desk.

The ghost employee first shook his head, then nodded: “It wasn’t before. The student who sat here suddenly committed su*cide during class, and since then, no one dared to sit here.”

“But for some reason, Gao Ming suddenly took this seat one day. He used to be cheerful and popular at school, but since sitting there, he became more and more gloomy, his eyes always bloodshot.”

“Until…”

The ghost employee shivered, painfully recalling: “Until that day, during a lecture, Gao Ming suddenly stood up. Smiling, he took a knife and slit his own throat in front of everyone.”

“Everyone was terrified, but thankfully, we were medical students. We quickly tried to administer first aid to Gao Ming, but the wound was too deep. He had nearly severed his neck completely, so it was impossible to save him.”

“I still remember how he fell to the ground, convulsing, with a lot of blood flowing from the wound in his neck, dyeing his clothes red. Even so, he was still smiling.”

“After about ten seconds, Gao Ming lost his breath, but this was not the end…”

The ghost employee said fearfully, “Gao Ming, who was already dead, got up from the ground. Holding a knife, he began to crazily slash at his classmates in the classroom. Everyone died, they all died…”

“Who was the last one to commit suicide in this place?” Qing Li asked.

“It was a senior girl. It’s said that she was very beautiful and admired by many. But one day, her personality changed dramatically. She often talked to herself, acting crazy, and everyone was afraid to approach her. Eventually, she suddenly committed su*cide in the classroom, stabbing her own throat repeatedly with a black pen, laughing and cursing everyone to death.”

“What was the name of this senior girl?”

The ghost employee scratched his half-shaven head, poking his finger into his brain: “Her surname seems to be Fan, called… Fan Hua.”

Meanwhile, with another group of three.

“Look at this student file, the student in it is really beautiful.”

In the abandoned laboratory, Yang Le found a hidden student file in a filing cabinet. He pulled out the file, which contained student information and a black pen.

Upon seeing the photo of the girl, Yang Le couldn’t help but admire.

“Fan Hua… like a splendid bloom.”

Even her name was so beautiful.

“This is a file cabinet in the laboratory, usually used for experimental data, but it contains a student file, which is definitely suspicious,” Han Qianmo said.

After searching the laboratory again, they found nothing else but the student file.

“Ouch, hot… it’s burning me!”

Suddenly, Yang Le screamed.

He started convulsing as if having a seizure, tearing off the talismans stuck to his body.

He was cautious about his life, having bought dozens of talismans from Qing Li. Although he claimed not to believe in them, he had them all over his clothes.

Just now, these talismans heated up, causing him intense pain.

Su Yin and Han Qianmo also felt the heat from the talismans, but they only bought one, so they didn’t react as much as Yang Le.

“What crap did that little swindler sell us? If it weren’t for my thick skin, I might have been cooked by these talismans.”

Yang Le was on the verge of tears, with only one thought in his mind — getting a refund.

“Don’t move.”

Then Su Yin stepped forward and ripped open Yang Le’s collar.

“Su… Su the beauty, I know I’m handsome, but it’s not appropriate to force yourself on me in public!” Yang Le blushed shyly: “But if you insist, I can cooperate.”

“Idiotic thing.”

Su Yin slapped Yang Le on the head and glared at him fiercely.

“Take a look at your own neck.”

Hearing Su Yin’s words, Yang Le hurriedly bought a mirror from the system mall.

Through the mirror, he saw a clear handprint on his neck extending from the Adam’s apple to the collarbone…

“I, I have been targeted.”

Only then did Yang Le realize that the talisman papers he had torn off the ground were protecting him. He hurriedly picked them all up and reattached them to his body, not sparing even his buttocks.

“What should we do next?” Han Qianmo first gave Yang Le a helpless look, then asked Su Yin.

There were no other clues in the abandoned laboratory, and they were at a deadlock.

Su Yin took out a black pen from the file bag, twirling it between her slender fingers.

Her lips parted slightly, and she said softly, “Let’s summon the Pen Spirit.”