A beauty in his arms, white bones at his side

After entering the classroom, only two empty seats remained, both near the trash can.

That spot was a paradise for slacking off, and the few boys scattered around the class had all crammed themselves into it.

The male players who had entered the game, however, followed Wang Long's lead and took a different approach. Each sat with a female NPC, spreading out across the classroom.

Wang Long was surrounded by all kinds of female classmates in the middle of the room, and he harassed the girl sharing his desk from time to time.

With a single claim that he had connections to the principal, the girl fell silent and shut her mouth.

"Tsk, tsk, the Ghost Rider," Fan Daoyi remarked from his chair, not forgetting to tease him.

The discipline monitor sat upright at the lectern, and Wang Long's gaze lingered on her.

She had long, jet-black hair with slightly curled ends. Her figure was slender and straight, and her skin was fair. Dressed in a light blue dress, she looked dignified and elegant.

There was a barely perceptible heat in Wang Long's unruly gaze.

As a pampered young master who had gotten in through the back door, he raised his hand with a careless air, the corners of his mouth lifting in a cynical smile. "Discipline monitor, can I sit with you?" he called out.

The discipline monitor raised her head, her gaze cold. Hiding the anger in her eyes, she answered softly, "No."

"Jiang Lin, as a teacher, go have a word with that student who's harassing his female classmate."

Fan Daoyi remained seated at his leisure, sending Jiang Lin, who sat beside him, to do it instead.

Jiang Lin picked up a pen and, without holding back, brought it down toward Wang Long's fingers resting on the desk.

The tip plunged precisely into the gap between two fingers, missing his hand bones by a hair's breadth.

"You!" Wang Long abruptly let go of the girl beside him, slammed the desk, and stood up, glaring at Jiang Lin.

Then his pupils contracted. As though something had occurred to him, he looked back and saw Fan Daoyi by the window, watching everything with his cheek propped on his hand and a smile on his face.

Seeing Wang Long turn around and glare at him, Fan Daoyi chose to ignore him and instead said to Jiang Lin, "Jiang Lin, he was flirting, and you scared our Young Master Wang."

Jiang Lin merely raised his eyes slightly and said nothing.

Jiang Lin!

Wang Long still didn't know Fan Daoyi's name, so he could only grind Jiang Lin's real name between clenched teeth.

If not for the surveillance cameras, he would probably have attacked long ago.

He committed this grudge to memory, swearing that if he couldn't kill those two in Guixu, he would make them suffer after leaving it.

The evening study session passed easily without a teacher, time slipping quietly by in the silence. When the dismissal bell rang, the students left the classroom one after another and returned to their dorms.

Wang Long didn't leave. His face dark, he chose to head to the office.

The moment he entered, he smelled a powerful stench of blood. The bloodstains on the floor hadn't been completely cleaned up, and the blood splattered on the walls was still clearly visible.

The only remaining teacher looked up when he saw Wang Long. "What is it?"

Looking at the bloody scene, Wang Long felt an inexplicable unease well up inside him, but he quickly suppressed it.

Even so, his eyes kept flicking toward the bloodstains as he considered various possibilities.

Could those two have killed the teachers?

Rather than ponder it himself, he asked directly, "What happened here?"

The only remaining teacher thought back, but his answer gave Wang Long none of the clues he wanted. "I don't know what you're asking."

"I'm asking you, teacher, why are you the only teacher left in the office?"

After returning to the classroom, they had discovered that they couldn't see what was outside through the mirror at all, so they knew nothing of what had happened in the corridor.

The teacher pondered for a moment, then stared at Wang Long as though he were an idiot. "Are you really one of the principal's people? Why are you so stupid? Where else could the other two teachers have gone? Of course they went home from work."

The teacher sorted the documents on his desk and piled them in a corner, then stood up and stretched the fat on his belly. "It's time for me to get off work too. Your questions were a real waste of time. Pah, what rotten luck."

With that, the teacher left the office without looking back, leaving Wang Long standing alone in the blood-scented room.

"Wait!" Wang Long called out urgently.

He scrambled to turn off the office lights. Now there was not a single source of light in the long corridor.

He hurried after the teacher, leaving the pitch-black teaching building with him.

But when he reached the middle of the corridor, a huge wall formed by several windows caught his eye.

Looking down from there, he could see the entire garden.

By the hazy moonlight outside the windows, he saw a figure standing on the muddy path.

Fan Daoyi carried a watering can, watering the flowers in the area where it had just rained. He also seemed to be muttering something.

Wang Long stared blankly down at Fan Daoyi, who was acting so strangely.

Fan Daoyi noticed the gaze from upstairs as well. He slowly raised his head, a meaningful smile appearing on his face. Holding the watering can, he raised a hand and waved to Wang Long.

Startled by the sudden gesture, Wang Long stumbled back several steps, nearly tripping over his own feet.

"If you don't catch up, I'm leaving."

The teachers' programming required them to take extra care of Wang Long, so, following the calculations of his program, the teacher stopped and waited for him impatiently.

Wang Long looked away, muttered a curse about the lunatic, and followed the teacher to the student dormitory.

"His original sins aren't limited to pride. There's lust as well." Fan Daoyi carefully tended every flower on either side of the muddy path. "It really does fit. What do you think?"

The flowers swayed gently in the wind.

"A beauty in his arms, a fierce spirit shining in his eyes. White bones at his side, a curse branded on his heart." After leaving those words, Fan Daoyi finished watering the flowers and departed.

Wang Long would have no peace tonight.

He used his privileges to share a dorm with girls, displaying his lust to the fullest.

"Tsk, the spooky creatures in Guixu really aren't bad-looking." He held a girl from his dorm as he prepared to sleep.

Thump, thump.

A knock sounded at the door.

Wang Long swore and grumbled, "Who is it, knocking at this hour?"

"Open up. The school's bringing you some warmth."

The voice outside was a pleasant-sounding female voice.

Hearing that it was a woman, Wang Long's face took on a lecherous smile, but he still asked warily, "What warmth are you bringing?"

There was no reply from outside the door for a long while, and silence spread through the air.

The next moment, however, he felt the girl in his arms grow stiff. Her once-soft skin instantly shriveled, then fell away over a vast area, leaving only a skeleton, still held in his arms.

The skeleton turned around of its own accord, its hands wrapping tightly around Wang Long as a silvery laugh rang out.

"Hehehe, this kind of warmth!"

The laughter echoed through the dark room. Wang Long's eyes widened in terror, and he tried to break free, only to find himself held tightly by the skeleton, unable to move.

"Don't you like it?"

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

In his panic, a defensive item on Wang Long lit up, and a powerful force instantly knocked the skeleton back.

The skeleton was terribly fragile. The force shattered it on impact, scattering bones across the floor.

Wang Long pulled up his pants and tried to run outside, but one of the skeleton's claws gripped him tightly.

"Why are you running?" The female voice sounded again as the skeleton reassembled itself. "Didn't you like it? Hehehe, why are you running?"