Ruan Qing half-knelt on the ground, not lifting his head to look at the man, so he had no idea about the man’s current expression.
Even though he couldn’t see the man’s expression, just by listening to the voice, he knew the situation was extremely dangerous.
If he didn’t answer the man’s questions well, he might become like the corpse in the photo the next second.
Ruan Qing pretended not to understand the man’s words, lifted his head with a feigned confusion on his delicate face.
It seemed like he didn’t understand the meaning behind the man’s words.
The man, looking at the young man in front of him, paused, and the gentle smile on his face faded a bit.
The sense of danger also diminished.
The young man cried miserably, with a layer of crystal-clear mist in his beautiful eyes, even his long eyelashes were adorned with droplets.
The play of light and shadow from the young man’s eyelashes reflected on his tear-moistened face, incredibly beautiful and pitiful.
And the young man seemed to have trouble seeing clearly due to tears.
The other gently wiped away the tears.
Unfortunately, it didn’t have much effect; the tears continued to flow, once again blurring his eyes.
His pitiful appearance, filled with tears, looked very innocent, like a soft and harmless little white rabbit.
Or rather, like a naïve little white rabbit unable to discern the danger in front of it.
If an ordinary person saw the photo, they would probably have screamed and run away long ago.
But the young man didn’t.
As for crying, it was obviously not because of the photo; after all, the whole school almost knew about the young man’s tendency to cry.
The man naturally knew as well.
For a moment, he was somewhat uncertain whether the young man had seen the picture or not.
But whether he had seen it or not was unimportant; he wanted the other to see it, so he must see it.
The man chuckled, and just as he was about to speak, the school bell rang.
Ruan Qing immediately panicked, lowering his head and hurriedly collecting the scattered materials on the ground.
It was as if he hadn’t seen the photo at all. After organizing, he handed it to the man in front of him.
After bowing apologetically to the man, Ruan Qing quickly ran towards the classroom, hugging his books.
Ruan Qing, in a hurry to leave, didn’t notice the man, his gaze deep as he watched his departing figure.
However, even if Ruan Qing saw it, he would just pretend not to.
***
In general, university courses rarely had students attending, even for core subjects.
It was already good enough that students showed up.
The teacher for this psychology class was in his fifties, not strict, and rarely took attendance.
So, although the classroom could accommodate over fifty students, only around twenty were present, leaving a large empty space.
Even though Ruan Qing hurried over, he was still late.
He glanced at the teacher, who had already started the lecture, lowered his head, and walked in through the back door.
Normally, he would choose a seat in the back row with no one around.
However, Ruan Qing subconsciously chose a seat in the front where there were people.
Not because there was someone to obstruct his view, but being closer to others provided a sense of security.
Even if it was daytime.
Ruan Qing wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to the class. He had almost stayed awake the entire night, coupled with the reasons for his tears, leaving his mind feeling somewhat drowsy and heavy.
After sitting down, he rested his head on the desk, preparing to take a short nap.
If he didn’t take care of his physical condition, it would affect his analysis and thinking.
It was broad daylight now, and there were quite a few students in the classroom.
The possibility of the pen spirit appearing seemed rather unlikely.
It’s much safer than at night.
But perhaps due to extreme exhaustion from being too tired or too afraid, Ruan Qing gradually fell into a deep sleep, losing consciousness.
When Ruan Qing woke up again, the class was still ongoing, and he immediately began to listen attentively.
Huh?
Why was he listening?
Ruan Qing vaguely felt something was off.
But before he could figure out what was wrong, he felt a tap on his shoulder, as if someone was calling him.
Disturbed by this sudden interruption, the strange feeling in Ruan Qing’s mind disappeared instantly, and he turned around with a bewildered expression.
However, there was no one on either side, not even behind him.
As for the people in front of him, it was even less likely. He had just been looking at the podium and hadn’t seen the two in front turn around.
Just when Ruan Qing thought it might be his imagination, someone unexpectedly grabbed his hand.
Ruan Qing froze, realizing it wasn’t an illusion at all.
Someone had indeed grabbed his hand, and they were even gently kneading it.
Even though there was no one beside him.
So, the nature of the presence was evident.
It was a spirit.
The unknown was always the most frightening. Ruan Qing’s eyes widened, fear evident in his gaze, and his body trembled slightly in fear.
He instinctively tried to pull his hand back.
However, he couldn’t pull it back at all, and it even led to more inappropriate treatment.
Ruan Qing could distinctly feel something rubbing against the back of his hand, carrying a sense of ambiguity.
He struggled harder, trying to retrieve his hand.
However, he was too weak. Even if he exerted all his strength, he couldn’t escape from the restraint.
Someone still held his hand. An invisible presence delicately toyed with it.
From the back of his hand to the rounded fingertips, and then to the soft finger pads.
Ruan Qing’s eye corners had long turned red. Fear and apprehension instantly overwhelmed his mind, and tears uncontrollably fell like scattered pearls, as if a string had been broken.
Moistening his long eyelashes and dampening his cheeks.
He wanted to use props, but for some reason, props were no longer usable. He could only stiffly endure the grip of that unseen entity on his hand.
Although Ruan Qing couldn’t see it, he could sense a cold and sticky sensation on his fingertips.
Then it was the fingertip, followed by the fingers, as if being targeted by a cunning and venomous snake, sending shivers down the spine.
The overpowering and irresistible force felt as if it wanted to directly devour his hand entirely.
Like maggots clinging to bones, he couldn’t struggle or break free.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Ruan Qing desperately tried to retract his hand, his eyelashes soaked with tears, trembling in fear uncontrollably, looking pitiful.
However, his vulnerability and pitiful state did not elicit any compassion. It only seemed to provoke a desire to torment him further, to defile him wantonly and plunge him into darkness.
At one moment, it seemed like the entity was no longer satisfied with just holding his hand.
The next second, Ruan Qing felt his hand released, but suddenly, something touched his thigh.
Ruan Qing’s eyes widened, his pupils contracting, the fear in his eyes deepening.
Was it going to kill him?
Ruan Qing half-knelt on the ground, not lifting his head to look at the man, so he had no idea about the man’s current expression.
Even though he couldn’t see the man’s expression, just by listening to the voice, he knew the situation was extremely dangerous.
If he didn’t answer the man’s questions well, he might become like the corpse in the photo the next second.
Ruan Qing pretended not to understand the man’s words, lifted his head with a feigned confusion on his delicate face.
It seemed like he didn’t understand the meaning behind the man’s words.
The man, looking at the young man in front of him, paused, and the gentle smile on his face faded a bit.
The sense of danger also diminished.
The young man cried miserably, with a layer of crystal-clear mist in his beautiful eyes, even his long eyelashes were adorned with droplets.
The play of light and shadow from the young man’s eyelashes reflected on his tear-moistened face, incredibly beautiful and pitiful.
And the young man seemed to have trouble seeing clearly due to tears.
The other gently wiped away the tears.
Unfortunately, it didn’t have much effect; the tears continued to flow, once again blurring his eyes.
His pitiful appearance, filled with tears, looked very innocent, like a soft and harmless little white rabbit.
Or rather, like a naïve little white rabbit unable to discern the danger in front of it.
If an ordinary person saw the photo, they would probably have screamed and run away long ago.
But the young man didn’t.
As for crying, it was obviously not because of the photo; after all, the whole school almost knew about the young man’s tendency to cry.
The man naturally knew as well.
For a moment, he was somewhat uncertain whether the young man had seen the picture or not.
But whether he had seen it or not was unimportant; he wanted the other to see it, so he must see it.
The man chuckled, and just as he was about to speak, the school bell rang.
Ruan Qing immediately panicked, lowering his head and hurriedly collecting the scattered materials on the ground.
It was as if he hadn’t seen the photo at all. After organizing, he handed it to the man in front of him.
After bowing apologetically to the man, Ruan Qing quickly ran towards the classroom, hugging his books.
Ruan Qing, in a hurry to leave, didn’t notice the man, his gaze deep as he watched his departing figure.
However, even if Ruan Qing saw it, he would just pretend not to.
***
In general, university courses rarely had students attending, even for core subjects.
It was already good enough that students showed up.
The teacher for this psychology class was in his fifties, not strict, and rarely took attendance.
So, although the classroom could accommodate over fifty students, only around twenty were present, leaving a large empty space.
Even though Ruan Qing hurried over, he was still late.
He glanced at the teacher, who had already started the lecture, lowered his head, and walked in through the back door.
Normally, he would choose a seat in the back row with no one around.
However, Ruan Qing subconsciously chose a seat in the front where there were people.
Not because there was someone to obstruct his view, but being closer to others provided a sense of security.
Even if it was daytime.
Ruan Qing wasn’t in the mood to pay attention to the class. He had almost stayed awake the entire night, coupled with the reasons for his tears, leaving his mind feeling somewhat drowsy and heavy.
After sitting down, he rested his head on the desk, preparing to take a short nap.
If he didn’t take care of his physical condition, it would affect his analysis and thinking.
It was broad daylight now, and there were quite a few students in the classroom.
The possibility of the pen spirit appearing seemed rather unlikely.
It’s much safer than at night.
But perhaps due to extreme exhaustion from being too tired or too afraid, Ruan Qing gradually fell into a deep sleep, losing consciousness.
When Ruan Qing woke up again, the class was still ongoing, and he immediately began to listen attentively.
Huh?
Why was he listening?
Ruan Qing vaguely felt something was off.
But before he could figure out what was wrong, he felt a tap on his shoulder, as if someone was calling him.
Disturbed by this sudden interruption, the strange feeling in Ruan Qing’s mind disappeared instantly, and he turned around with a bewildered expression.
However, there was no one on either side, not even behind him.
As for the people in front of him, it was even less likely. He had just been looking at the podium and hadn’t seen the two in front turn around.
Just when Ruan Qing thought it might be his imagination, someone unexpectedly grabbed his hand.
Ruan Qing froze, realizing it wasn’t an illusion at all.
Someone had indeed grabbed his hand, and they were even gently kneading it.
Even though there was no one beside him.
So, the nature of the presence was evident.
It was a spirit.
The unknown was always the most frightening. Ruan Qing’s eyes widened, fear evident in his gaze, and his body trembled slightly in fear.
He instinctively tried to pull his hand back.
However, he couldn’t pull it back at all, and it even led to more inappropriate treatment.
Ruan Qing could distinctly feel something rubbing against the back of his hand, carrying a sense of ambiguity.
He struggled harder, trying to retrieve his hand.
However, he was too weak. Even if he exerted all his strength, he couldn’t escape from the restraint.
Someone still held his hand. An invisible presence delicately toyed with it.
From the back of his hand to the rounded fingertips, and then to the soft finger pads.
Ruan Qing’s eye corners had long turned red. Fear and apprehension instantly overwhelmed his mind, and tears uncontrollably fell like scattered pearls, as if a string had been broken.
Moistening his long eyelashes and dampening his cheeks.
He wanted to use props, but for some reason, props were no longer usable. He could only stiffly endure the grip of that unseen entity on his hand.
Although Ruan Qing couldn’t see it, he could sense a cold and sticky sensation on his fingertips.
Then it was the fingertip, followed by the fingers, as if being targeted by a cunning and venomous snake, sending shivers down the spine.
The overpowering and irresistible force felt as if it wanted to directly devour his hand entirely.
Like maggots clinging to bones, he couldn’t struggle or break free.
“Uh, uh, uh,” Ruan Qing desperately tried to retract his hand, his eyelashes soaked with tears, trembling in fear uncontrollably, looking pitiful.
However, his vulnerability and pitiful state did not elicit any compassion. It only seemed to provoke a desire to torment him further, to defile him wantonly and plunge him into darkness.
At one moment, it seemed like the entity was no longer satisfied with just holding his hand.
The next second, Ruan Qing felt his hand released, but suddenly, something touched his thigh.
Ruan Qing’s eyes widened, his pupils contracting, the fear in his eyes deepening.
Was it going to kill him?
