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After Zhan Xiuhong whispered a few words with the teacher of the next class, they both returned to the classroom with heavy faces to continue their class.

At the last class, the teacher from the next class came to Zhan Xiuhong's classroom and said in a sad voice,

"Teacher Zhan, Aqiang can't be saved."

After the teacher from the next class finished speaking, Zhan Xiuhong held his forehead sadly.

"How could this happen? I still can't save Aqiang!"

Some children in the class who knew Aqiang cried, while others looked confused.

I can’t believe it at all. Aqiang, who was playing shuttlecock with me outside the classroom yesterday, is dead?

Zhan Xiuhong seemed to be holding his forehead, but his eyes quickly swept over each child.

Finally it fell on A'du's face.

Instead of feeling sad, A'du even smiled secretly.

Although she quickly concealed it, Zhan Xiuhong still saw it.

Zhan Xiuhong withdrew his gaze calmly.

My heart feels as cold as water.

At night, A'du finished copying and muddling through the papers left by Zhan Xiuhong, and was about to go outside to get some fresh air.

As soon as I went out, I saw a petite figure flash by in the corridor.

That dark green top looks particularly familiar.

A'Du's heart beat uncontrollably as he watched.

"Teacher Mao, did you see a figure passing by?"

A'du grabbed Teacher Mao from the next class who was passing by and asked in a low voice.

Teacher Mao was confused.

"Who? Who? It's just you and me!"

"No...it's over there!"

Before A'du finished speaking, the petite figure from before appeared again.

Now he was standing at the end of the corridor, with his head tilted and staring at her with sinister eyes.

This time she finally saw clearly that it was the little boy who had the accident during the day.

Isn't he dead?

Could it be that the soul has returned?

"No one! Are you dazzled?

By the way, all the other children in your room, please come out.

There are problems with your previous homework, and since you are all here tonight, I will talk to you privately about it."

Teacher Mao took the opportunity to call out all the girls living in Adu's dormitory.

The girls were unaware of this and all looked reluctant.

I really want to go to class.

A'du's face turned pale at this moment.

"Teacher Mao, I'm going too."

A'du was afraid to stay alone, so he pulled Teacher Mao to go with her.

"Haven't you always been looking for Teacher Zhan?

Besides, these kids have a different foundation from you, so you should go find Teacher Zhan.”

After Teacher Mao finished speaking, he took the girls to the classroom outside.

A'Du's back was pressed against the wall, his body trembling.

“My eyes are blurry…

Yes! I must be dazzled!

How could it be possible to see a ghost?

I have never seen it since I was a child!

Don’t be afraid! It’s an illusion!”

A'Du comforted himself, turned back to the dormitory, and slammed the door.

But less than a minute later, the window creaked and was pushed open.

The boy appeared outside the window with a green face.

"Give me back my life!"

"You cut the rope!"

"I know it is you!"

"I'm here to take your life!"

"Why are you trying to hurt me!"

"I died so miserably!"

The boy's voice was deep and creepy, and his body seemed to be floating back and forth in mid-air.

"Ah! Ah!!!!"

"No! I didn't! It wasn't me!"

"Every wrong has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor! Go find whoever has wronged you!

It’s not me! It’s really not me!”

A'du curled up on the ground in fear.

I didn't dare to look at the boy's soul at all.

Because not only can the boy wander back and forth with his feet off the ground, but his face can even change into various colors such as green, black, and red.

He was wearing the same clothes that he had worn during the incident.