The middle-aged man obviously did not want to answer Chen Ge's question. From his perspective, Chen Ge was just a new student who did not know his place.
"You sure talk a lot!"
The raised wooden chair swung at Chen Ge's shoulder. The middle-aged man did not want to leave any obvious wounds on Chen Ge's body. They were experienced, and they knew how to inflict the most damage without leaving any marks.
"Bang!"
The chair smashed into the corridor wall, and Chen Ge dodged it by a hair's breadth.
"You still dare to resist?" The scars on the middle-aged man's face started to twist. His friends behind him also walked over.
"When I arrived, someone already told the teacher that they will be here soon." No one believed Chen Ge's words. His body was shaking, and his eyes were wandering. All the details told everyone that he was lying, and he was very afraid.
"Do you really believe your own words?" The middle-aged man dragged the chair and swung it at Chen Ge again. Chen Ge feinted backward. Finding the opening, he ran deeper into the warehouse.
The deeper he went, the more desolate it became. No one expected Chen Ge to seek his own death, so their reaction was slightly slower.
When they realized what was going on, Chen Ge was already several meters away.
"Look at how scared the boy is. He can't even tell the direction." The middle-aged man and the other men who came out from the warehouse looked at each other. Their eyes were bloodshot.
"Hurry up and chase after him! Don't let him get away! " The few students in Chen Ge's class still did not understand what was going on. They still wanted to teach Chen Ge a lesson.
The wandering ghosts outside the school did not move immediately. They seemed to want Chen Ge to run as far as he could.
"There's no need to rush. He won't be able to get away." An old man at the edge of the crowd licked his lips and swallowed. He raised a finger at the others. "I want a portion, and the rest of you can share equally."
"Old thing, half a portion is enough for you." The middle-aged man tossed the wooden chair before the students. "You guys stay here. The deeper part of the corridor is very dangerous. We have no idea how many people who do not belong to this school are hiding there."
Seeing as Chen Ge was about to disappear from their sight, the monsters that did not belong to the School of the Afterlife chased after him.
They deliberately kept a distance from Chen Ge, hoping that Chen Ge would run further away so that it would be easier for them to take action. This was also what Chen Ge wanted to see.
The two of them inexplicably reached a tacit understanding. One chased and the other fled. After running through two corridors, Chen Ge took the initiative to stop.
He pretended to be exhausted and hid in a dilapidated toilet at the end of the corridor.
"The door pusher at the School of the Afterlife pushed open the door inside the toilet, and now I've been forced into the toilet. Is this a coincidence, or is this the 'will of heaven'?"
The door pusher was injured in the last cubicle, and this time, Chen Ge hid in the last cubicle.
The corridor was covered in blood fog, and there was no one around him. He could only hear his own heartbeat and breathing.
Creak.
The door was pushed open, and footsteps appeared beside his ears. The person's shoes seemed to be stepping on blood, and there was a strange sound.
"Did something like this happen to the child?"
History repeated itself, but this time, the victim was Chen Ge.
"Are you here?"
A shrill male voice came from the toilet door. The wandering ghosts were toying with Chen Ge.
Creak …
The door of the first cubicle was slowly pushed open, and the footsteps approached.
Chen Ge sucked in a deep breath, and the scene that he had seen on the top floor of the education block appeared in his mind. Everything that he was experiencing now was probably what the child had experienced before he died.
Fear, anxiety, and his heart raced. He covered his mouth and nose to prevent himself from making any sound. His back was pressed against the wall, and the energy in his body was slowly sucked out. He curled up in the corner of the dirty cubicle.
His small body kept shaking, and his mind was filled with the fear of what they would do to him if they caught him. Various negative emotions tortured his mind and soul. How was a child supposed to face this alone?
Being there, Chen Ge had a better understanding of these children. Adults viewed the world from a different perspective than children, and the fear in the children's eyes was different.
Rubbing his cold palms, Chen Ge stopped his wandering thoughts. "Did that voice come again?"
"Are you here?"
The door of the second cubicle was pushed open. Their voices were eerie, like ghosts that could not be shaken off, following him like a shadow.
"I see you. I know you're hiding here."
The door of the third cubicle was pushed open. The blood fog in the air thickened, and the toilet became more and more suffocating.
The light scent of blood stimulated everyone. Their eyes were bloodshot, and many excited faces squeezed into the toilet.
"You're about to be captured."
Blood leaked out from the scars. The middle-aged man held the rope that he had found in the storeroom. His fingers slid across the door, and he knocked lightly on it. His movements were graceful, and he was enjoying the process.
"There's no one in the fourth cubicle. Looks like he's in the last cubicle."
The nails scratched against the wooden boards, creating a creepy sound. The footsteps stopped at the door of the last cubicle.
"Are you here?"
The door shook, and the anxious heart jumped. The bullies had prepared for this, and the ending was already decided.
"It's locked? I know you're in there! Come out, come out! "
The cubicle door kept shaking from being pounded on. How helpless would the child who was hiding inside be? He could only face these horrible people alone and bear the burden alone.
"Come out, come out!"
The sound outside grew louder. The sound of footsteps, screams, and pounding on the door — the combination of the three could drive a person crazy.
"Bang!"
The old lock could not withstand so many people's pounding, and the cubicle door was eventually smashed open.
The middle-aged man at the front grabbed the rope and squeezed in before the cubicle door was fully open.
"Drag him out! Drag him out! "
The people behind him were screaming, but the middle-aged man did not respond. It was like he had disappeared.
Creak …
The door that had its lock broken slowly opened, and the sound of dripping echoed in everyone's ears.
Fresh blood leaked out from under the door, and the heavy scent of blood wafted into the air. The small cubicle was filled with people.
"You wanted to fight, but I wanted to silence you. Our goal was different from the beginning."
Chen Ge closed the comic and leaned against the wall. He tossed a reddish-brown blood clot upward. It looked like a withered heart.
"After consuming all of you, Bai Qiulin should be a Red Specter, right?"
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