novelsite Chapter 80 It's Your Turn
Chapter 80 It's Your Turn
That's Tan Shu's face.
Jiang Xingni recognized the owner of the face from the upside-down features without breaking a sweat.
The girl who was just moments ago so arrogant, with a fake, elegant smile on her face, is now hanging by her feet from the beam of the gymnasium, her whole body dangling, blood dripping down her face.
Another corpse.
Or perhaps, there is more than one corpse.
Jiang Xing blinked and walked past Tan Shu's corpse—Tan Shu's long hair, which had been neatly tied back, was now inexplicably loose.
Her long black hair fell into the air due to gravity, and the strands were swaying slightly because of a wind that seemed to come from nowhere.
Jiang Xing glanced behind her, at the area hidden by Tan Shu, where the entire stadium was almost entirely stained red with blood.
The rusty smell of still-flowing blood assaulted the olfactory organs of everyone present.
Jiang Xing narrowed his eyes.
In the dim light filtering in, the interior of the stadium, while not brightly lit, was still clearly visible.
Of the more than forty people who were originally in the stadium, almost all of them were now dead.
However, in the corner, there were still a few survivors, huddled together, trembling, staring at Zhao Henshan with fearful eyes.
"Clatter".
"Clatter".
The sound of bare feet stepping on the pool of blood was still clear, or rather, it became even clearer after the conversation of the more than forty people in the stadium was lost.
"Clatter".
"Clatter".
Besides the footsteps, what Jiang Xingni heard most clearly was the terrified sobbing of the group of people in the corner.
Zhao Henshan didn't say a word, he just smiled with his eyes crinkled.
Jiang Xingni almost instinctively wanted to raise her foot to stop it—to protect someone—but before she could move, she remembered that this was just an echo of a past scene, a portrait of a deceased person.
Even if Jiang Xingni were to stand in front of Zhao Henshan now, there would be nothing she could do except be targeted by Zhao Henshan.
Those students died six years ago.
Jiang Xingni cannot reverse time and change this reality.
Moreover, in a sense, these people were also bystanders of school violence. They did not stop it from happening, and even applauded and cheered for the culprits. It is not hard to understand why Zhao Henshan wanted to kill them.
However, as far as Jiang Xingni was concerned, she was just an outsider and had no right to intervene or judge the whole incident.
"Don't kill me! It's not my fault you die!"
Perhaps due to excessive psychological pressure, one of the male students suddenly spoke indignantly to Zhao Henshan.
"You're clearly an illegitimate child, and we can't do anything about it, can we? You know what kind of personality Tan Shu has... What if we don't go along with her, and I'm the next one to be bullied?"
His initially excited and self-righteous voice gradually lowered, as if he himself knew he was in the wrong.
Then Zhao Henshan finally spoke.
The girl's voice did not yet carry the eerie and shrill quality that would follow; it belonged to a girl who had just died, and her voice still carried resentment and unwillingness.
"So, I deserve all of this?"
Her voice still trembled with sobs as she questioned him.
"Just because you don't want to be targeted by Tan Shu doesn't mean I deserve to be targeted by her!"
The boy opposite opened his mouth, wanting to refute something, but was interrupted by Zhao Henshan as soon as he opened his mouth.
"Being born out of wedlock isn't the birth I wanted. If I could, wouldn't I want to be a legitimate child? But who gave me that opportunity?"
Then Zhao Henshan's voice calmed down, as if all the resentment and unwillingness from before had vanished because of these few questions.
More accurately, all human emotions, as expressed in these few sentences, seemed to have been noticed by something—these emotions that shouldn't exist—vanished in an instant.
It's not a complete dissipation of resentment, but a complete erasure of all traces of its existence.
"Clatter".
"Clatter".
The footsteps sounded again.
This time, the footsteps were even stickier.
The moment you lift your foot, the blood that was originally in your foot sticks to the sole of your foot.
Following Zhao Henshan's footsteps, one red footprint after another was left on the wooden floor of the gymnasium.
"Actually, I've wanted to ask this for a while now." Su Yanzhi stared for a moment, then asked sincerely, "Why did she take off her shoes and go barefoot?"
Jiang Xing silently replied in his heart—the screenwriter probably thought this would increase the horror atmosphere.
However, this statement certainly cannot be taken as a serious answer when given to Su Yanzhi.
So Jiang Xingni casually blurted out, "Maybe it's because ghosts can't wear human shoes?"
Jiang Xingni had seen this setting in some old ghost stories from his school days.
Ghosts cannot wear the shoes of the living.
Jiang Xingni didn't know whether this was true or false; she was just using it to fool Su Yanzhi.
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Xingni noticed that He Jingtong glanced in his direction.
—What does that mean? He Jingtong realized he was making things up and decided to reinforce his stereotypes by starting a fight right there on the spot?
Jiang Xingni pondered for a while, but before he could figure out the answer to the question, he suddenly heard He Jingtong's words.
"Ghosts really can't wear human shoes," He Jingtong said, and this outburst actually strengthened the already shaky credibility of Jiang Xingni's words.
and so……
Jiang Xingni's thoughts briefly swirled in his mind.
Did He Jingtong say this to strengthen the credibility of her words and prove that Jiang Xingni was not making things up, or did she really guess the correct answer by accident?
Jiang Xingni felt that He Jingtong was not the kind of person who would do the former.
So she really guessed another rule of the world behind the veil? Jiang Xingni wondered to herself, or perhaps, it wasn't just a fluke.
Rather, the clue itself was right in front of her.
Just like in the beginning in the shopping mall, Jiang Xingni was blind to the truth, which was right in front of her.
Like in Harry Potter where Muggles can't see wizards?
Just as Jiang Xingni's train of thought reached this point, it was suddenly interrupted by a scream.
The man's screams gradually turned into wails, and then disappeared completely after a few seconds.
Jiang Xingni looked in the direction the sound came from and saw one corpse after another strung together by some unknown substance and hung on the wall.
It was exactly the same thing that Tan Shu had hung up.
then.
Zhao Henshan's gaze met Jiang Xingni's across six years.
She slightly curved her lips into a smile.
"It's your turn," she said.