I don't know how much time passed before Han Qianqian walked past again two or three times.
But she didn't come in. I could feel the girl beginning to struggle.
I whispered, "Do you want to die? Once we're discovered, we'll be doomed."
The girl stopped struggling. She pulled my hand away and gasped, "Stop covering my mouth. I can't breathe."
"She hasn't left yet. She's still in this school building," I said.
Just then, footsteps suddenly rang out, drawing closer and closer.
I froze for a moment, then roughly covered the girl's mouth again. My gaze turned toward the front. Through the gap in the cabinet, I could see that she had arrived.
It was still that same icy, corpse-like face, and those same light, drifting footsteps.
At that moment, the time that would decide our fate had arrived. My entire body trembled, and I lowered my head, not daring to say a word.
The girl in my arms also stopped moving. I could feel her fear. I could also feel her helplessness.
But I had no choice. In front of the school uniform girl, I was just as insignificant as she was.
The school uniform girl stopped in front of the cabinet. If she opened it now, we would be finished. Everything would be over!
I half-closed my eyes and waited for fate's judgment.
But just then, a voice suddenly rang out from outside. The middle-aged man shouted, "Get out here! I'm not afraid of you. I'm telling you, I've made every possible preparation this time!"
Han Qianqian's reaching arm froze. Soon, her figure flickered, and she had already left.
This time, she left quickly, without even looking back.
After a long while, I released my arm and began to tremble all over. Cold sweat streamed constantly down my body.
The girl struck me once with her hand, her face filled with pain, then said, "I almost suffocated. That was terrifying."
"Luckily, he was there. Otherwise, we would've been finished." My face was full of relief, but a trace of helplessness surfaced in my heart.
Every time I encountered Han Qianqian, the only thing I could do was hide. In front of her, I truly had no power to resist.
Just as we left the cabinet and were catching our breath, the girl suddenly pointed at the window and shouted, "Look!"
I turned my gaze over, and my face immediately stiffened. On the field, the middle-aged man was confronting Han Qianqian. His face was filled with arrogance, as if he were a warrior bravely drawing his sword.
At that moment, I admired him immensely. No matter what, this middle-aged man was truly incredible. He actually intended to deal with Han Qianqian.
"I'm telling you, I'm not afraid of you!" The middle-aged man pointed at Han Qianqian and cursed furiously, his eyes filled with anger.
His voice echoed throughout the school, loud enough for the surrounding classroom buildings to hear.
"After escaping from you last time, I specially got a protective talisman. I'm also carrying black dog blood with me. I was hoping that if I ran into you again, I could teach you a harsh lesson."
"Since I've encountered you today, I'll kill you right now!"
With that, he let out a furious roar and took off his clothes. Several protective talismans and Buddhist statues hung around his neck. At some point, a bamboo tube had also appeared in his hand.
A great battle was about to erupt. At that moment, I watched excitedly.
If the middle-aged man could really kill Han Qianqian, that would be wonderful.
Chapter 7: The Mysterious Coffin
Seeing this, the girl suddenly shouted, "Right! How could I not have thought of that? Since Han Qianqian is a Fierce Ghost, it actually shouldn't be difficult for us to deal with her. We just need to use traditional methods like black dog blood, and we'll be able to handle her."
"I hope so. I don't think things are that simple." I stared into the distance, my heart filled with tension.
The middle-aged man wantonly provoked Han Qianqian. She stood not far away from him, as if she were genuinely afraid of him and didn't dare approach.
"Haha, you've got a pretty face. What a pity that you're already dead." The middle-aged man held the bamboo tube in his hand and said arrogantly, "Don't think I'm afraid of you. You're just a ghost, aren't you? You think I can't deal with you?"
"What I have here is the purest black dog blood. I killed the dog myself. With this, destroying you will be incredibly easy."
Han Qianqian silently watched him, her eyes icy and filled with extraordinary ferocity. But she didn't attack, merely watching him in silence.
"Haha, you're scared, aren't you? Too bad it's already too late." The middle-aged man roared. The bamboo tube in his hand had already been opened, and he splashed the blood directly at Han Qianqian.
Han Qianqian was hit head-on. Her body and face were dyed blood-red.
This made her look like an evil ghost from hell. Even her delicate face had become hideously distorted.
The middle-aged man laughed wildly, his eyes filled with smugness. "How does the black dog blood taste? This is a powerful weapon against ghosts."
Yet Han Qianqian merely glanced at him before slowly walking toward him.
The middle-aged man was slightly stunned, and a trace of panic appeared in his eyes. However, he quickly produced another bamboo tube and splashed more black dog blood at her. Blood continued to fall over Han Qianqian's body.
Horror Classroom, Section 7
Han Qianqian didn't dodge at all, allowing the black dog blood to fall over her. Aside from adding more blood to her body, it didn't make her show the slightest sign of pain. She stared blankly at the middle-aged man, while the dagger in her hand slowly rose.
"This is impossible!" The middle-aged man's expression changed at once. He soon realized what had happened and cursed, "There was something wrong with that black dog. Maybe someone dyed it. It wasn't even a black dog! Damn unscrupulous merchant!"
He took a step back, but quickly pulled out another bamboo tube. With a disdainful look, he said, "Even without black dog blood, I still have a way to deal with you. This is the urine of my three-year-old son. There can't possibly be anything wrong with it."
"I'll kill you now!" With that, he waved frantically, picked up the bamboo tube, and repeatedly splashed it at Han Qianqian.
The boy's urine fell all over Han Qianqian. She looked somewhat disheveled, while the blood-red color on her face made it resemble that of an asura demon. By then, her eyes had already become terrifyingly ferocious.
He gripped the dagger and thrust it straight through. The middle-aged man couldn't dodge in time, and his arm was pierced through.