Chapter 343: Volume 1, Chapter 343: Guiman (13)

Jiang Zhi reacted in time, turned and dodged his lunge bite, attracting the teachers and cleaning aunt who chased after her, she ran a lap around the playground and then immediately ran toward the teaching building.

The group behind her were like zombies, having lost their humanity, moving very fast, pursuing her silhouette.

Jiang Zhi climbed the stairs step by step, ignoring the scattered corpse fragments on the steps.

When she reached the third floor, her throat felt a burning, sore pain, her face flushed, her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her lungs felt as if torn apart, the pain unceasing.

Her heart pounded thump-thump, as if it wanted to burst out of her chest.

Only one word filled her mind: exhausted.

She could barely catch her breath.

Finally reaching the rooftop, she collapsed powerlessly onto the floor, gasping violently, struggling to calm her heaving chest.

The roaring sounds gradually faded.

She suddenly felt a wave of scorching heat wash over her.

When she opened her eyes, raging flames burned all around, spreading from the railings, with billowing thick smoke rising above her head.

Jiang Zhi turned, intending to go downstairs to leave, but discovered that an iron gate barred the escape route.

Countless students, upon discovering the fire, immediately rushed out of the classrooms; she stepped back, and the silhouettes of those students passed through her body, then desperately slammed into the iron gate.

"Help!!!"

"Open it! Quickly open the door!! Please, please open the door!"

"It's on fire! It's on fire! Teacher! Please save me……"

The speed of the fire's spread was abnormal, engulfing the entire rooftop corridor.

Jiang Zhi lowered her head and detected traces of gasoline remaining on the floor and walls.

And those students who regarded the teachers as their salvation ultimately never saw their teachers come to rescue them.

The flames gradually consumed them entirely, and their tragic, heart-rending cries and screams echoed throughout the school.

Although Jiang Zhi had no physical form, she still felt the pain of flames licking and burning her whole body.

When the pain made her think she was about to die, a light fell before her eyes.

"Teacher Jiang."

Jiang Zhi raised her tear‑soaked face slowly; tears slipped silently from the corners of her eyes, moistening her gaze, her shoulders trembled helplessly, she choked out a sob, and haltingly said: "They're all dead."

The black‑haired boy crouched before her lifted his finger, brushing away the tears at her eye corner, warm and moist, and murmured, "Hn."

Jiang Zhi's eyes once again filled with a mist of water, her fair cheeks flushed, and a faint red trace lingered at the corner of her eyes.

"Why?"

"Do you want to know why, Teacher?"

"... Yes."

Wen Chijin suddenly leaned forward, his fingers gripping the back of her neck, his tongue licking over her tear‑filled eye corner, then descending to kiss her lips, bitten into a rosy hue.

The boy's breathing grew excited and heavy as he pressed her to the ground, unable to restrain his force; it was a kiss marked by an intense possessive desire.

Jiang Zhi was forced to endure his scorching kiss; she pushed him away a few times, tears continually falling, her tear‑washed eyes like black pearls sunk in the deep sea, reflecting a glimmer of starlight, dazed and unfocused.

He stopped only when she felt she was about to suffocate from the kiss.

After prolonged ravaging, her lips showed a wanton hue; Wen Chijin's Adam's apple rolled as he rubbed her full, snow‑white earlobes with his fingertips, his voice low and hoarse.

"Sorry, I couldn't hold back."

His tone sounded like an apology, yet there was not a hint of remorse in it.

Jiang Zhi pushed herself up from the floor, wiped her mouth with considerable force, then leaned against the wall to stand, avoiding his gaze as she walked inward, flashlight in hand.

Not telling her would have been fine, yet he still took advantage of her.

"Teacher." The boy called softly from behind, stepped forward two paces, and grabbed a corner of her clothing.

Jiang Zhi halted, turned, frowned, and reminded him: "I am your teacher!"

Wen Chijin lowered his brows and eyes, revealing a trace of desolation and pity.

"Sorry, I merely like the teacher; I have liked the teacher since the moment I first saw her."

Jiang Zhi drew a deep breath, gripped the flashlight in her hand tightly, and remained silent.

Wen Chijin's lips curled into a pale, feeble smile; he dared not approach her further, then said: "I will take you to a place where you will understand why this fire occurred."

Jiang Zhi remained silent for a few seconds, then said: "All right."

Following behind him, they walked through the rooftop corridor; the smell of burnt material was strong, and the sounds underfoot were uncomfortable.

She could faintly see skeletons and clothing remnants that had not yet been reduced to ash.

Wen Chijin brought her to the front of a classroom.

Upon stepping into the classroom, Jiang Zhi felt a wave of despair and suffocation.

Wen Chijin walked to the projector and switched on the screen.

The light fell entirely onto the screen; under the dim illumination, an image appeared on the screen.

It was a video recorded by someone else.

On the playground.

The students lay on the ground like pigs and dogs, subjected to trampling and insult; if they resisted, those wielding whips would lash the whips at them.

This school essentially existed to torment students for amusement, recording clip after clip to upload to a special website for those with perverse inclinations to watch, and even streaming live.

No one knew what happened here, because the school is a closed institution; most of the students sent there are those whose parents wish to abandon them, or simply do not care, randomly placing them somewhere to fend for themselves.

Therefore, no one knows what goes on inside.

Until one day, when Wen Chijin and their new cohort of students arrived at the school.

Jiang Zhi sat in a seat.

Seeing the person filming the video was a fat teacher, the same fat teacher who had been hung from the railing with a rope by Hongmao that day.

He was responsible for filming this new batch of students.

In his camera, Wen Chijin appeared frequently, aimed at the youth's face, filled with his own twisted desire.

Wen Chijin standing aside had a calm expression, as if observing the scene from a bystander's perspective.

Jiang Zhi couldn't bear to look at the upcoming scene.

Pangzi filmed all the way to Wen Chijin going to the restroom, just as he had previously filmed other prey, setting up the camera on the sink, then immediately stepping into the frame himself and quietly walking behind Wen Chijin.

Jiang Zhi's pupils contracted, she lowered her gaze, not really wanting to see what came next.

Wen Chijin, however, walked up behind her, supported her face, and forced her to keep watching.

In the restroom.

Wen Chijin grabbed Pangzi's neck with one hand, pressed him against the camera, lowered his body, and gently asked, "Do I look good?"

Pangzi wanted to struggle, but could not break free of his restraints, legs kicking wildly, face turning red from suffocation, he stammered, "Not... good-looking!"

Wen Chijin revealed a demonic smile, clamped his neck, and pressed him into the sink.

When he was about to suffocate and pass out, he was pulled out, but before he could catch his breath, he was pressed down again.

Afterward, everything was brutal and bloody.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhi covered her stomach and began to retch dryly.

The boy in the footage was unlike before; he extremely enjoyed the pleasure of tormenting others.

Therefore, in the later filming, Hongmao Cheng Xiao, Wen Chijin, Yu Shian, and Jiang Jize were unrestrained.

Especially Hongmao Cheng Xiao, after learning the cruel reality of this school, he killed dozens of teachers.

As the situation grew bigger and the school could barely contain it, a group of teachers proposed.

——Let's burn them all to death.