Third Person

After reading the old newspaper, two thoughts quickly sprang into Zhang Chen's mind. First, the killer was probably not Ren Xin. Second, Ren Xin might not be dead yet.

If both are true, then what exactly is the ghost inside the Art Building? Just as Jia Xin said, something extremely dangerous seems to be hidden inside. The information Wen Lu gave me is very important. Jia Xin probably doesn't even know about it. I need to share it with him.

Zhang Chen had completely memorized the information in the old newspaper. He deleted the file from his phone and was about to head to the library when—

His previously calm eyes suddenly sharpened like an eagle's as he looked toward the Art Building.

"What is this hateful killing intent?!"

Zhang Chen's eyes filled with disbelief. He had never seen anyone's killing intent form such a massive tangible disturbance.

Zhang Chen was not the only one who sensed it. Jia Xin, who was carefully reading on the fifth floor, also raised his head and looked strangely toward the Art Building in the southern part of campus, then checked the time on his watch.

"Something has changed!"

Jia Xin closed his book and quickly took the elevator out of the library.

"Jia Xin, you sensed it too?" Zhang Chen did not rush toward the Art Building. Instead, he waited for Jia Xin. Several cultivators on campus had also noticed the abnormality and were heading toward the Art Building.

"Something's wrong... I'll go check it out. Stay here for now."

Jia Xin did not intend to bring Zhang Chen along. There were too many cultivators present, and Zhang Chen's appearance would inevitably arouse their suspicions.

"Take me with you. I need to see the scene for myself."

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