Fear Strikes Again

But when I looked, the boiler room was already empty. Even the bedroll was gone.

I was shocked and suddenly realized that Old Chen Tou had probably already left the school.

I hurried around asking people where Old Chen Tou had gone, but no one knew.

Just then, a teacher suddenly said, "Old Chen Tou left this morning. Apparently, he went back to his hometown. He's worked at the school for half his life. It's time he got some rest."

As soon as I heard the news, I rushed out of the school without stopping to think.

I hailed a taxi and headed straight for the train station. There was no doubt about it—Old Chen Tou was leaving.

When I reached the station, I searched all over the waiting hall, but found nothing.

Just as I was looking around, the announcement for ticket inspection suddenly sounded. I spun around and saw a crowd of people having their tickets checked. Old Chen Tou was at the very front.

"Stop!" I shouted urgently and charged forward.

When Old Chen Tou saw me, he lifted the ticket in his hand and was about to board the train. I grabbed his luggage with all my strength, forcing him to drag it along with me.

Just then, a railway police officer arrived and shouted at me, "What are you doing?"

I held on to the luggage and looked at Old Chen Tou, crying out miserably, "Please, tell me!"

"Ah." Old Chen Tou shook his head. Trembling, he pulled a sheet of paper from his pocket and handed it to me. "Take this. Let me go."

I accepted the blank sheet of paper, and Old Chen Tou seized the chance to grab his luggage and rush onto the train.

By the time I came to my senses, I could no longer find him.

I sighed, turned, and walked out of the station. Then I sat down on a bench in the waiting hall and unfolded the sheet of paper.

The crumpled white paper was covered in messy pencil writing. Still, I could make out the words.

After I finished reading, my face froze, and for a long while, I couldn't say a word.

The sheet of paper read: After Han Qianqian committed suicide, supernatural incidents began occurring. Within a single day, thirty-seven teachers and students at the school died! All thirty-seven met bizarre deaths, their bodies covered in countless wounds and their deaths too horrible to look at!

I stood there in a daze for a long while before putting the paper into my pocket and leaving the station with a look of terror on my face.

When I returned to the classroom, my heart remained unsettled for a long time.

No wonder Old Chen Tou had refused to reveal the truth. I never imagined that something so terrifying had happened back then.

I had occasionally heard people mention Vengeful Spirits Seeking Lives. But thirty-seven people had died in a single day. It was truly horrifying!

If that was the case, Han Qianqian was no ordinary ghost anymore. She had become a Fierce Ghost!

The thought sent a chill through me. No wonder the entire school had been forced to relocate back then. It had all been caused by Han Qianqian.

What was I supposed to do against such a vicious ghost?

For a moment, I was completely at a loss and had no idea what to do.

So this was why the school had been sealed off all this time. Thirty-seven people had died in one day. It was easy to imagine how terrifying the panic among the school's teachers and students must have been.

Just then, I suddenly thought of something.

Why had Han Qianqian appeared again? It didn't make sense. The incident had happened five years ago, and the Abandoned School had remained peaceful throughout those five years. Why had I encountered Han Qianqian the moment I entered? What exactly had happened in between?

When I thought of the coffin Old Chen Tou had mentioned, I began to understand somewhat.

However, although the sheet of paper Old Chen Tou gave me had told me what happened afterward, it never mentioned one person—the scumbag who had deceived Han Qianqian's feelings. I still had no idea whether he was alive or dead.

Although I had solved one mystery, I had fallen into another.

Wu Yong suddenly nudged me and looked at me as he asked, "Liang Fan, what are you thinking about? The Homeroom Teacher has been calling you for ages."

"Nothing." I shook my head and looked toward the Homeroom Teacher. Then I suddenly thought of something.

Section 6: Fear Strikes Again

Thirty-seven people had died within a single day five years ago. That alone proved Han Qianqian had become a Fierce Ghost. And not an ordinary Fierce Ghost, either. Yet afterward, Han Qianqian had vanished without a trace for five years.

This proved that the school must have had a way to deal with her. But why had she emerged again to harm people now? Could the coffin and bracelet Old Chen Tou had mentioned be connected to Han Qianqian?

As I let my thoughts run wild, a sudden pain shot through my back, and my expression changed instantly.

Wu Yong looked at me strangely and muttered, "What's wrong with you now?"

"It's none of your business. I'm skipping class." I glanced at him, crouched down, and headed toward the back door.

But just then, the Homeroom Teacher suddenly shouted, "Liang Fan, what are you doing? Are you trying to skip class right in front of me?"

I shot to my feet. The stabbing pain in my back made me extremely uncomfortable. I turned around and looked at the Homeroom Teacher. "That's right. I'm going to skip class openly and proudly."

With that, I opened the door and walked out as brazenly as I could.

I slammed the door shut, ignoring the Homeroom Teacher's furious curses behind me. My face was filled with bitterness.

Horror Classroom Section 6

It was happening again. The nightmare had returned.

This time, I tried to go upward. Step by step, I climbed the stairs, trying to avoid that place. But no matter how far I went, there were always more flights of stairs ahead of me. I kept walking up them again and again.

But just then, I stepped into empty air. When I raised my head, I saw a chilly wind sweep past.

The entrance to the Abandoned School was already right before my eyes. The desolate playground and abandoned school buildings stretched out before me. Just one look filled me with an overwhelming sense of desolation.