The Vengeful Ghost Attacks

"I'm the same. Luckily, I can still go shopping," Lan Lele said.

We chatted for a while before going to eat.

At noon, when school let out, I prepared to head home, but Lan Lele followed beside me. She wore light makeup and looked at me boldly. "Hey, have you really never considered making me your girlfriend?"

"I'm not interested in playing house," I said, waving my hand.

"Then don't regret it later." Lan Lele stomped her foot and looked at me.

That afternoon, I was still lying sprawled over my chair, looking utterly dejected. Wu Yong had practically become my lackey, constantly flattering me.

Just then, a searing pain suddenly burned across my back. I sprang to my feet and looked at Wu Yong. "Help me ask for leave. I'm heading out for a bit."

"Mm." Wu Yong nodded. By now, he no longer found my behavior strange.

I turned and left through the back door. The pain in my back was growing stronger and stronger. At that moment, I suddenly dashed toward the corridor. The scene before me kept shifting as I ran nonstop. The next moment, that abandoned classroom appeared before me once again.

Strange and cold.

Behind me, Li Tongtian and Lan Lele arrived as well. I looked at them in surprise. "Why are there only three of us?"

"There's one more. Me." A cold voice sounded behind me.

I turned around and saw Master Du Mo slowly walking over. His gaze was icy, and he held a Buddhist staff in his hand. His body was actually trembling slightly.

"Master, why are you here?" Li Tongtian froze and couldn't help asking.

"I have wounds on my body as well." Master Du Mo paused, then gave me a deep look. "It seems you've been hiding quite a lot from me, but it doesn't matter. This time, let me see what exactly happened here."

I nodded slowly, my eyes fixed excitedly on the abandoned school before us. No matter what, this should be the last time.

With Master Du Mo's help, we would definitely be able to deal with Han Qianqian and make her disappear from this world forever.

The curse weighing on us would disappear as well.

Feeling the pain in my back, I glanced at them and walked into the school. Li Tongtian and Lan Lele followed. Lan Lele came to my side and instinctively reached out to grab my arm, her face full of fear.

Only Master Du Mo remained composed. His eyes blazed as he looked into the distance. "Interesting. Someone has set up a formation here. It seems that in the five years I was gone, earth-shaking changes took place."

After we entered the school, the gate behind us slowly closed. I looked at Master Du Mo and hesitated before asking, "Master, what should we do?"

"Wait for her to come out. The grudge from five years ago should end now." Master Du Mo sighed. For once, a trace of emotion appeared on his stern face.

We exchanged glances, all of us filled with relief. With him here this time, we no longer had to hide and cower.

This long nightmare had finally reached its end.

Chapter 15: The Vengeful Ghost Attacks

Master Du Mo stood at the front while we stood behind him one by one, warily watching our surroundings.

Time passed little by little. Everything around us was deathly silent, as though nothing had happened. But I knew the danger was about to begin.

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Just then, Lan Lele suddenly began trembling. She grabbed my collar with both hands, her face filled with terror.

I looked ahead and shuddered, understanding why Lan Lele was acting this way.

Han Qianqian had arrived!

Her white school uniform was spotless, and the black dog's blood splashed across her had already vanished. Her face was pale, and her heels did not touch the ground. From any angle, she looked like a delicate, frail young girl.

But when you looked into her eyes, all you saw was an endless black hole.

She gripped a dagger and walked toward us step by step. When she looked at Master Du Mo, a smile actually appeared on her face. Yet that smile was chilling to the bone.

She bared her teeth and glared viciously at Master Du Mo. As for us, she ignored us completely.

"You wicked demon!" Master Du Mo stared at her, holding his Buddhist staff as he regarded her with imposing dignity.

Han Qianqian smiled as her gaze focused on him. Her expression grew more and more twisted, while the murderous fury in her eyes intensified.

"Back then, I couldn't bear to kill you, so I merely sealed you away. I never expected you to come out and harm people again!" Master Du Mo stared at her as his black monk's robe fluttered despite the lack of wind.

Han Qianqian remained unmoved. She continued staring at Master Du Mo, as though she wanted to carve him deeply into her memory.

Watching the two of them face off, I took Lan Lele's hand and whispered, "Let's hide to the side. There's nothing for us to do anymore."

"Agreed." After saying that, Lan Lele dragged me to a spot not far away. Li Tongtian followed behind us, his eyes filled with worry. "Can Master Du Mo really deal with Han Qianqian? I feel like Han Qianqian is much stronger after five years."

"He should be fine. After all, Master Du Mo was the one who sealed her back then," I said.

Master Du Mo and Han Qianqian continued staring at each other without moving. For a moment, everything seemed to freeze.

"Wicked demon, I know you died unjustly, but you've implicated innocent people. Your crimes are unforgivable. Even if I were willing to spare you, Buddha would not!" After saying that, Master Du Mo gripped his Buddhist staff and charged at Han Qianqian.

A cold glint flashed through Han Qianqian's eyes. She tightened her grip on the dagger and charged forward as well.

The Buddhist staff and dagger collided. Master Du Mo took a slight step back, but Han Qianqian charged forward. She moved incredibly fast, sweeping the cold dagger across.

Though startled, Master Du Mo remained composed, constantly swinging the Buddhist staff in his hands.

Han Qianqian seemed quite wary of the Buddhist staff. Every time it struck her, she let out a scream of agony. In unbearable pain, she gripped her dagger and frenziedly stabbed at Master Du Mo.

Master Du Mo kept retreating, swinging his Buddhist staff to block one attack after another.

Seeing this, I felt somewhat disappointed. Master Du Mo didn't seem to know any magic at all. How was he any different from an ordinary person?