"Qiao Qiao," who had remained pinned down by Che Quan, furious yet powerless, seemed to sink into utter despair once again at those words. Her desperate attempts to stop them gradually weakened.
She curled soundlessly on the floor like a puddle of sludge, radiating an indescribable anguish.
Che Quan glanced at "Qiao Qiao," his eyes impassive.
He gave Ghost Shadow two more dates and told him to keep reading.
Ghost Shadow had no choice but to comply.
"July 1. Sunny.
Miao XX got into my dream school. Her acceptance letter has already arrived, and she's throwing a party at the villa tonight. She's a fucking b****. I hate her I hate her I hate her... She stole my acceptance letter. She ruined me. I hate everyone. I hate the cowards who were bullied alongside me but never dared fight back! You all deserve to die."
"July 2. Rain.
Everyone's dead. Hahahahaha. I'm dead too. Before Miao XX died, she pushed me into the swimming pool. I can't swim. Now I'm trapped here forever too. These people... These people... Am I never going to escape?"
By the time he finished reading, Ghost Shadow felt strangely weighed down.
Meanwhile, "Qiao Qiao" let out an eerie, sinister laugh from the floor, filled with hysterical madness.
Her laughter echoed throughout the third floor.
Chang Jianfeng and the others trembled violently in terror, not daring to look again.
But Che Quan ignored "Qiao Qiao" and waved casually at Ghost Shadow. "That's enough. I don't need you for now."
Ghost Shadow silently retreated to the corner.
Only then did Che Quan turn his gaze toward "Qiao Qiao" and ask, "How many times have you taken revenge?"
"Qiao Qiao" refused to answer.
She merely cackled sinisterly.
Combined with her severely rotted appearance, she seemed to have lost every last trace of humanity.
Although Che Quan could suppress her for the moment, this was still her territory, and the instance rules were clearly stacked against the players-especially Che Quan.
Besides, after four in the morning, "Qiao Qiao's" strength would multiply. By then, every monster in the villa would probably swarm them and tear them to shreds.
So "Qiao Qiao" had absolutely no intention of cooperating with Che Quan.
Her sole remaining eye stared viciously ahead, as though she hated the entire world.
When "Qiao Qiao" refused to answer, Che Quan did not press her. He simply picked up the diary from the floor again and shook it in front of her, its pages rustling.
"I can understand your hatred," Che Quan said nonchalantly, "but I have a pretty low opinion of your approach to revenge. How about a deal? I'll help you get revenge, and you just transfer your aggro to that Jiang Cong."
"Qiao Qiao": "?"
Chang Jianfeng and the others: "?"
The livestream viewers: "?"
Jiang Cong, who had just stepped out of "Qiao Qiao's" room and happened to hear this: "..."
Che Quan's intention was actually quite simple.
That damned Instance System had just issued another notification in his head-if he continued drawing the boss's aggro, the skin hunger syndrome buff on him would increase to 2000%, and only "intimate contact" with someone capable of easing his symptoms would provide relief.
Hah.
Like hell I'll let that happen.
So before that damned skin hunger syndrome flared up again, he had to strike a deal with "Qiao Qiao," by whatever means necessary.
Once Che Quan finished his proposal, "Qiao Qiao," still trapped on the floor, realized what he meant and immediately roared in fury, "No! I don't need that!!!"
Che Quan was not surprised.
He thought for a moment. "Then you won't mind if I show this diary to the guests downstairs, let them all read it and discuss it, right?"
Although the monsters on the first floor had been slaughtered by "Qiao Qiao" earlier, enough time had passed that they should have mostly recovered by now.
-After he had killed the monster who had just read the diary, it had taken about this long to come back to life.
At those words, "Qiao Qiao's" eye immediately began to tremble violently with extreme fury and resistance.
Seeing this, Che Quan drawled lazily, "So, how about considering that deal? After all, I have the diary. Whether I hand out a page to everyone or find a representative to read it onstage is entirely up to my mood."
"Qiao Qiao" screamed incessantly.
The little mountain of rotting flesh thrashed madly on the floor, looking utterly horrifying.
The livestream viewers could not help fearing for Che Quan.
Only Che Quan heard the system notifications in his head: the boss's aggro toward him was plummeting.
Even if that decline was "forced."
Either way, Che Quan had achieved his goal. He leaned closer to "Qiao Qiao" and said softly, "Thanks for cooperating."
The sight stunned Chang Jianfeng, the others, and the viewers alike.
[Isn't the little beauty worried about getting dirty? I'm disgusted just looking through a screen, and he actually dares get closer?!]
[Never mind that. If he gets that close and the boss suddenly attacks, he'll be in danger.]
[Am I the only one wondering how the little beauty plans to help the boss get revenge??]
[No, you're not alone.]
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After saying that to "Qiao Qiao," Che Quan slowly straightened.
Looking down at "Qiao Qiao," he spoke at a normal volume everyone could hear. "There are also some entries about players toward the back of your diary. You remember those, right?"
Without waiting for "Qiao Qiao" to answer, Che Quan called Ghost Shadow over from the corner, specified a date, and told him to read that day's entry.
"...Some day, some month, some year. The weather doesn't matter anymore.
Another bunch of idiots showed up. One of them persuaded me. I wanted to see how they could help me overcome my trauma-or rather, I wanted to know what 'saving me from the abyss of hatred' meant-so I didn't kill them right away.
But what they did enraged me! I hated them! I hated them even more! I could only tear them all to pieces!"
After finishing, Ghost Shadow stood rooted to the spot, like a failing student who had been called on to read aloud by the teacher and then had no idea what to do next.
Che Quan gave a slight nod, signaling for Ghost Shadow to withdraw.
He said to "Qiao Qiao," "Remember now?"
She said nothing.
"I can help you."
She still maintained her attitude of passive resistance.
Che Quan could only pat the diary in his hand again.
The rotting flesh on "Qiao Qiao's" body quivered almost imperceptibly, and her eye began to tremble.
Then Che Quan felt the scene before him suddenly change.
Light gradually seeped into the dark, damp third floor. The white glare was so dazzling that Che Quan could not help frowning and narrowing his eyes.
Vampires disliked light to begin with, let alone light this bright.
Only after his eyes gradually adjusted to the daylight could Che Quan make out the scene before him.
He probably was no longer inside that three-story haunted villa.
Before him now lay an open space, beyond which stood two four-story buildings.
One was labeled "Classroom Building," the other "Dormitory Building," and he could see many rooms.
Every classroom was now filled with students wearing matching uniforms.
Che Quan looked behind him and saw a large iron gate, with what appeared to be a large sign above it.
He walked over and tilted his face up. The words "Yunliang Academy" came into view.
It seemed to be the school "Qiao Qiao" and the others attended.
Expressionless, Che Quan lowered his head to examine himself-as expected, he was now wearing the same style of school uniform. He raised a hand to feel for his fangs. They, too, had temporarily disappeared.
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