The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

As soon as Xie Xuan'an took that step, the world seemed to be cast under a spell of immobilization in an instant.

The people who had been arguing fiercely just now suddenly stopped moving and their expressions became stiff. Fear was like a thick haze, enveloping them tightly.

They glanced at Xie Xuan'an timidly, beads of sweat rolled down their foreheads, but they didn't dare to raise their hands to wipe them off, as if the person standing in front of them was not an old classmate, but a terrifying evil spirit from the abyss of Hell.

Xie Xuan'an's eyes were as cold as an ice cave, without any warmth or emotion.

There seemed to be an endless vortex of darkness hidden in those deep eyes, which made people dare not look directly at it, as if just a slight touch would ruthlessly draw people's souls in.

The powerful aura he exuded was like a towering mountain, making it difficult for everyone to breathe and almost suffocating. In front of him, those ordinary college students seemed so small, humble, weak and vulnerable.

Xie Xuan'an did not stop for a moment, and ignored these people. He walked straight into the dark depths of the corridor with steady and powerful steps.

The darkness swallowed up his figure in the blink of an eye, leaving behind only a group of stunned, trembling people.

I do not know how long it has been,

Only then did someone say with chattering teeth, "He...what happened to him? Is he possessed by some evil spirit?"

When the others heard this, their hearts trembled violently, and all kinds of horrifying scenes emerged involuntarily in their minds.

Someone muttered to himself, "I feel like he's looking at us like a bunch of insignificant ants who can crush us at any time."

Some people's legs went weak and they almost collapsed to the ground, thinking: "His terrifying momentum just now was even scarier than the devil in my nightmare. I will have to stay away from him when I see him next time."

At this time, another person spoke tremblingly: "I seemed to see a dark purple light flashing in his eyes. It's so scary. What on earth is going on?"

However, no one can give an answer. They only know that the once familiar Xie Xuan'an has now become so strange and out of reach.

Zhao Heng walked hurriedly on the narrow path on campus, still thinking about the arguments he had not finished discussing with Xie Xuan'an a few days ago.

Suddenly, the familiar yet unfamiliar figure in front of him came into his sight. It was Xie Xuan'an.

Zhao Heng instantly became alert and ran forward quickly.

He said anxiously: "Xie Xuan'an, I have been thinking about the point we didn't finish yesterday. If I explain it this way, it should be more acceptable to the judges."

However, before he could finish his words, he met Xie Xuan'an's eyes that were as cold as the wind on a chilly night.

That look was bone-chillingly cold, without a trace of warmth, like a cold front in the winter frost and snow.

Stabbed Zhao Heng mercilessly.

Zhao Heng was instantly frozen, as if his body was locked by a ferocious cheetah, with his limbs frozen in place, unable to move.

His eyes widened, his face full of disbelief, and he looked as if he had suffered a huge blow.

But Zhao Heng was still unwilling to give up. He mustered up his courage again, walked up and asked, "Xie Xuan'an, what's wrong with you?"

However, Xie Xuan'an seemed to have heard nothing, his face was as cold as ice, he didn't even look at him, turned and left, leaving Zhao Heng with only a cold back, which made his heart fall to the bottom in an instant, and his heart was filled with loss and confusion like a dark cloud.

At the school gate, Wen Jing, who had just returned from outside, saw Xie Xuan'an who was about to leave the school.

A gentle smile immediately appeared on her face, and she asked with concern: "Xie Xuan'an, where are you going?"

Xie Xuan'an did not react at all and turned a deaf ear to the caring words. He did not pause at all and continued to move forward with those cold, mechanical steps.

Wen Jing was full of surprise. She hurriedly chased after him and said anxiously: "Xie Xuan'an, are you in a bad mood? If you have anything, you can tell me. I can help you."

But Xie Xuan'an was like a ruthless wind. He mercilessly shook off Wen Jing's outstretched hand, walked away quickly, and soon disappeared in the crowd.

Wen Jing looked in the direction he left, his eyes red and his heart filled with grievance and confusion.

How could Xie Xuan'an, who was once as warm as a spring breeze and caring for her, become so cold-blooded and indifferent now?

Wen Jing had a bad feeling in his heart. Thinking about the fact that Xie Xuan'an had a split personality, it seemed that everything had a reasonable explanation.

In a dark and gloomy forest, the moonlight was fragmented by the dense branches and leaves, and scattered dimly on the ground, making the surrounding environment even more eerie. The night wind blew, and the leaves rustled, like a low whine, as if foreshadowing the impending doom.

A man walked alone in the crowd with a nervous heart. His footsteps seemed particularly clear and heavy in the silence, and every step seemed to be stepping on the blade of fear.

Suddenly, a dark shadow rushed out from behind him like a ghost, a big hand suddenly covered his mouth, and the other hand tightly grasped his body, dragging him roughly to an open place.

The man in black had a look of madness and excitement in his eyes. He used the knife in his hand to quickly and accurately carve a mysterious infinity symbol on the back of the man's neck. Blood slowly flowed down the wound, the man groaned in pain, and his body trembled violently with fear.

Then, the man in black seemed to be in a frenzy, holding a shovel and desperately digging a hole in the ground. His movements were crazy and rapid, and the soil was splashed everywhere. The pit was quickly formed under his crazy digging, and the surrounding land was turned into a mess.

The man was terrified to the extreme and struggled desperately, trying to break free from the black-clad man's restraints. However, his resistance seemed so small and powerless in front of the black-clad man's powerful strength.

After the pit was dug, the man in black showed a cruel smile on his face and mercilessly threw the man into the pit. The man's eyes were full of despair and pleading. He tried to shout for help, but the extreme fear made his voice choke in his throat.

The man in black looked down at the man in the pit indifferently, without any sympathy or emotion in his eyes. He began to fill the pit with soil, and the soil kept falling on the man like raindrops. The man kept twisting his body, trying his best to avoid the ruthless falling soil, but it was all in vain.

As the mud piled up, the man's breathing became more and more difficult. He felt the sand buried his mouth and nose little by little, and it was tightly attached to his body, squeezing every inch of his skin. His chest was compressed, and every breath became extremely difficult, as if an invisible big hand was strangling his throat. The fear of being on the verge of death came like a tide, his consciousness gradually blurred, and the scene in front of him began to become blurred.

“Stop struggling. This is nothing but your tragic fate,” the man in black said coldly. There was no warmth in his voice, only cruel mockery.

The man's hands stretched upwards desperately, trying to grasp the last glimmer of hope for survival, but in the end, they were gradually buried by the falling soil.

The man in black stopped his movements until the land in front of him was almost the same as the surrounding land and appeared flat. He uttered a creepy sneer, which echoed in the silent woods, like a mockery from hell. Then, he turned around indifferently and left quietly, leaving behind only a dead silence and deep-buried fear.