Chapter 129: Chapter 129: The Truth, a Greedy Demon

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In the office.

Two figures stood in the spacious room. One was the principal who had officially received the show’s crew.

The other was a woman in her thirties with a high ponytail. Her features weren’t particularly striking, even a little masculine.

She had looked up several times, wanting to speak but hesitating, the words reaching her lips only to be swallowed back down, unsure how to phrase them.

"You want to ask why I agreed to the program’s recording, and even let them go to the classroom where Minghui committed suicide, right?"

Just as she was struggling internally, the old principal beside her slowly raised his head, his cloudy eyes glancing over.

The latter was slightly taken aback, then nodded.

She sighed. "I know you want to resolve that... thing. But it gained significant benefits when it was lured here. Sending it away now won’t be that easy."

"If you keep inviting people like this, and it gets annoyed, I’m afraid the school will be in trouble."

Thinking of the bizarre incidents from before, even though it wasn’t dark yet, the latter felt a bone-chilling coldness, as if a pair of eyes were staring at her from the shadows.

The white-haired old principal heard this, his expression indifferent. "What difference does it make if it’s annoyed or not? Teacher Yang, you don’t actually believe that if we just keep quiet, it will let us go, do you?"

"It’s treating us like livestock, penned up and farmed. Once it gets hungry, we’ll still die."

"Rather than sit and wait for death, we might as well fight for a chance."

At these words, Yang Meng, the "Teacher Yang" mentioned by the latter, also fell silent.

The old principal’s words were harsh, but they were indeed the truth. Not just them, but every student and teacher in the entire school was in the same situation.

Initially, some didn’t believe in such superstitions, thinking they could escape by running far away. But after running, they found they still couldn’t shake off that malevolent ghost. In fact, their attempt to flee provoked its anger, leading to even greater terror.

Under the threat of death, they had no choice but to return. Only then did the malevolent ghost stop tormenting those who had tried to escape.

But everyone knew it wasn’t out of mercy; it had just received a sacrifice and temporarily didn’t need so much sustenance.

However, just because it wasn’t acting didn’t mean the threat was gone. It was still a guillotine hanging over their heads, ready to fall at any moment.

"Don’t you worry too much either. I’m an old man with one foot already in the grave. If it really wants to take my life, then let it come."

"As long as we can get rid of it, then none of what I’ve done will have been in vain."

The old principal’s eyes grew increasingly determined. This was also why he had contacted the show’s crew.

The gimmick the show used for publicity had always been the special abilities of its guests: divining fortunes and misfortunes, slaying ghosts and exorcising evil. This was exactly what he needed.

Even if there might be some exaggeration involved, he had no other choice now.

And this wasn’t the old principal’s first attempt. It was just that those who came before were all boastful adventurers who couldn’t help at all.

This time, he had specifically researched a lot of information and found that among these people was a young child, whom many on the internet called "Master."

With so many people vouching for her, she should possess great abilities.

Therefore, he was particularly serious this time, because he felt he wouldn’t bet on the wrong horse.

"You really don’t observe any taboos at all!" Yang Meng felt a headache coming on as she looked at the old principal’s utter lack of restraint.

She was terrified these words would anger the malevolent ghost; she didn’t want to see her old superior come to harm.

Just as she was hesitating, a sound suddenly came from outside the door. The two of them were startled at first, then simultaneously looked up towards the outside.

But when they saw who it was, they were both somewhat slow to react.

Then, they exchanged a glance, both seeing disbelief in the other’s eyes.

...

"Master, why have you come so suddenly?"

The old principal was the first to react. He was old, but his legs and feet were still nimble.

The person at the door was none other than Yaoyao, who had come with Seventh Brother.

Her bright, dark eyes looked at the old man before her, a hint of anger in her voice.

"Old Grandpa, you lied! That big sister didn’t commit suicide at all! She was afflicted by something unclean!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the old principal, who had initially intended to probe further, saw his expression change instantly. His voice trembled uncontrollably.

"You... You know everything?"

Seeing him admit it so easily, Yaoyao was still a little puzzled, but after taking a clear look at his physiognomy, she immediately understood the situation.

The two flames on the old grandpa’s shoulders had, at some unknown point, become entangled with black energy.

It was recorded in the esoteric teachings that Heaven and Earth are divided into Yin and Yang, and so are people. A person’s Yang energy is centered around three flames: one on each shoulder and one on the crown of the head.

If the flames burn brightly like crimson, Yang energy is abundant. One wouldn’t fear walking dark paths at midnight, and any ghosts or evil spirits daring to covet would be scorched by the Yang flames.

If the flames are weak, it corresponds to weak Yang energy. The body will often feel unwell, and if one is unlucky enough to encounter a wandering ghost, their life might truly be at stake.

But when she had seen this old grandpa before, she hadn’t noticed this situation. Could it be that the problem had just arisen?

What had he just come into contact with? Or had he touched something?

Yaoyao was not one to watch someone die without helping, nor one to revel in others’ misfortune. She spoke in a clear, crisp voice, "Old Grandpa, if you don’t tell the truth soon, I’m afraid it will be very difficult for you to survive tonight!"

The Yin energy on him was already on the verge of extinguishing the two Yang flames on his shoulders. A person’s three flames are crucial; extinguishing even one is a major problem, and if more than two are extinguished, it’s a nine-deaths-to-one-life situation.

Without external help, one could say he was doomed. This was precisely the old principal’s current predicament.

"What kind of huge trouble has he gotten himself into!" Gu Yu was also startled, looking over with a sigh.

However, instead of looking distraught, the latter’s face was full of smiles, and he said "Good" several times in a voice full of vigor.

"Heaven has not treated me, an old man, unkindly! There’s hope! Director Yang, our school has hope!"

"Principal, please calm down first. Let’s explain the situation clearly to the Master," Yang Meng, beside him, was much calmer than the excited principal.

At this moment, she no longer doubted the Master’s abilities. After all, the latter had managed to find clues just by looking at a classroom, even finding them and revealing the true cause of that student’s death.

The classroom was so clean; without special means, one could only run around like a headless chicken.

And compared to solving the problem, Yang Meng was more worried about her old superior’s safety. According to the Master, that thing was going to strike again tonight.

Time was extremely tight, and to protect the old principal, they first had to let the Master know the beginning and end of the matter.

"Right, right, right! In my excitement, I almost forgot the important business." Hearing his subordinate’s words, the old principal couldn’t help but pat his head.

He looked a bit embarrassed and hurriedly began to explain everything in detail.

"This matter has to start with those kids from Class Three who were playing with the Pen Spirit..."

Those children were all freshmen who had just entered their first year of high school.

During this initial period of enrollment, their emotions and personalities were still in the "unbridled wild horse" state of post-graduation, curious about everything.

The group gathered, chattering amongst themselves, and somehow the conversation drifted to horror stories.

A few of the bolder, more playful ones suggested consulting the Pen Spirit, wanting to ask about their upcoming three years of high school life and their romantic prospects.

People are always curious about the unknown, especially when this group consisted of those who were "ignorant and therefore fearless."

"According to those children, after they played, there was no reaction at all. They thought they had messed up the steps, tried again several times, and it was still the same, so they lost interest."

"Later, the dean of studies came by to check on self-study. To avoid getting caught, they gave up on continuing to play."

"The girl who had the accident, before they finished, said, ’What Pen Spirit? It’s all deceptive ghostly nonsense.’"

The old principal spoke slowly. He had investigated the entire incident thoroughly back then, especially before the death occurred.

Therefore, he understood many details of the whole affair very well, even knowing what some of

the students had said.

He had initially thought it was just ordinary student curiosity. After talking to each of them, he hadn’t paid it much mind. But who knew it wasn’t that simple at all? Not long after, the girl who "committed suicide" began to act strangely.

"First, her roommates reported that she wouldn’t sleep at night, standing in the bathroom in the middle of the night, practicing her voice."

"Then, she would suddenly stare at her phone and laugh, her voice shrill and thin. The way she looked at people was also filled with malice. The girls in her dorm were terrified and requested to change dormitories several times."

However, the school did not agree, because dormitories were assigned at the beginning of the term.

Currently, the school had no spare empty dorm rooms. To really make adjustments would involve more than just one dormitory; it would cause too much disruption and trouble.

The school thought of having a private talk with her, to get her to act as normally as possible, thus avoiding the need for a transfer – a win-win situation.

However, before that talk could happen, she had an accident and "committed suicide."

It happened during class. The person suddenly started screaming as if on fire, rolling on the ground, yet her face wore a devout smile.

This disjointed and bizarre state terrified all the teachers and students in the classroom.

"Later, the police and forensic examiners came to investigate, but they couldn’t find any leads. In the end, nothing was clearly established."

In order to close the case, they could only use his statement for the official record.

In reality, the old principal knew very well how ridiculous the explanation for closing the case was, but he had no choice, as they didn’t want to investigate further.

After hearing this, Yaoyao’s expression also darkened. She said solemnly, "The way they did it, it wasn’t that they failed to summon anything. On the contrary, they succeeded. The reason that Pen Spirit didn’t react was naturally because it was waiting for them to speak."

But these people couldn’t see the Pen Spirit they had summoned. They just thought the ritual was wrong and ended it hastily.

This was precisely committing a major taboo, because whether summoning gods or ghosts, one must follow the rule of "give and take."

That is, what is summoned must be personally sent away; otherwise, they will not leave easily.

And not only did these people fail to send the "Pen Spirit" away, but someone also cursed it. One could say they had poked a hornet’s nest.

One must know that ghostly beings are inherently capricious. If you encounter one with a better temperament, it might just make you unlucky for a few days as a lesson, which wouldn’t be too much trouble.

But if you encounter a malicious one, it’s basically very difficult to keep your life.

From the looks of it now, the one they had provoked clearly belonged to the latter category.

However, it had already killed someone, yet it still remained here. This was no longer a simple matter of revenge!

It was highly probable that this ghostly entity had obtained significant benefits and wanted to take a shortcut to ascend.

And if it sacrificed and devoured everyone in the entire school, barring any accidents, it would most likely advance directly to the Ghost General realm!

There is a huge chasm between a Ghost General and a Red Ghost. A Ghost General can even serve as the lord of a small prefecture in the Underworld. No malevolent ghost could refuse such a massive transformation.

No wonder the Yang flames on this grandpa were weakening; it turned out he had been targeted by that thing!

However, this was also a good thing. Since it had a target, it would definitely act again, which would make it much easier for her to catch it. After all, she didn’t know its cultivation level; if it kept hiding, it would be troublesome and time-consuming for her to find it.

As for now?

She just needed to protect the old principal, and that thing would deliver itself to her doorstep. Thinking of this, a smile instantly appeared on Yaoyao’s lips.

This sudden change left both the old principal and Yang Meng somewhat dumbfounded.

At this moment, they somewhat doubted if their eyes were playing tricks on them. Otherwise, how could they be witnessing such a horrifying scene!

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