Seeing the principal's ridiculous, clumsy performance, the fear that had filled the room eased somewhat.
"Ahem!"
The principal seemed to realize he'd lost his composure. He tried to say a few words to smooth things over, but the bony hand, with no flesh or blood on it, seemed to have singled him out. Though it struggled, it kept crawling toward him.
"You... You really need to stop messing around."
The principal was close to tears. Decades of hard-won composure had shattered in an instant.
What kind of ghost was this? If it was only a prop, how could it look so real?
"Principal, it's got its sights set on you. Last time, Old Yu was looking at porn in class. It wasn't a big deal, but you insisted on giving him a major demerit. Look at him now—even like this, he's still thinking about you. He's holding a grudge."
Only Du Yifeng could talk to the principal like that. No one else would dare.
Jiang Yue and Old Yu were roommates, after all. Seeing him in such a wretched state, how could Jiang Yue bring himself to tease him?
"Yifeng, cut it out," Jiang Yue urged.
Du Yifeng shrugged. "I'm not messing around. Isn't it all true? The principal doesn't believe me, so I'm trying to convince him."
"Yifeng, I'm convinced already. You don't need to convince me any further." By now, the principal couldn't care less about appearances. This was terrifying. He had only one thought: get away from here as quickly as possible.
If not for Du Yifeng, the principal would probably have started laying into everyone by now.
What kind of way was that to convince someone?
Fortunately, Old Han arrived soon with two people, preventing the situation from spiraling further.
They stuffed the skeleton into a