Chapter 81

"I shat out a pile of eyeballs?"

Inside the toilet stall, the homeroom teacher, Old Zhang, looked deathly pale, his eyes wide, cold sweat dripping from beside the bulging veins on his temples into the toilet bowl.

It dripped onto the eyeballs, gently washing away the bloodstains on them.

He reached out and slapped himself across the face; the blood and feces on his skin brought him to a sudden, jarring realization: this wasn't a dream, this wasn't a hallucination, this was real.

I shat out eyeballs, genuine, authentic eyeballs.

Gurgle—

His stomach let out a sound; he felt something churning inside, moving all the way down until it reached his rear.

But it was blocked, so he had to reach down and dig.

Squish—

Splat—

A pool of blood and eyeballs fell out desperately, and his entire distended belly began to shrink as the eyeballs slid out.

He braced his hands against the adjacent flush tank and the door, his legs spread wide, his expression one of terror.

He grew paler and paler.

"Old Zhang, Old Zhang, what happened to you?" Outside the door, Teacher Yuan was still calling out to him.

But no matter how he called, Old Zhang did not respond, and he didn't dare to go in either.

An eyeball had rolled out from inside the pant leg; would you dare to go over?

"Teacher Yuan, what are you doing?" Several other teachers walked over, looking at Teacher Yuan in confusion.

Teacher Yuan seemed to have found a lifeline and hurriedly pointed downward: "Eyeballs, I just saw an eyeball roll out from Old Zhang's pant leg. Old Zhang is inside the toilet, and he won't answer no matter how much I call!"

The group was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "What kind of prank is this? You two are bored enough, aren't you? Even eyeballs are involved now."

"Yeah, did you watch that recent urban legend, 'The Eyeball Bestower,' and want to act it out?"

None of them believed him.

Until Teacher Yuan stepped aside, and they saw an eyeball sitting neatly on the ground.

The blood-soaked eyeball was staring straight at them.

It seemed to be laughing.

"Ah—"

"Holy crap, what is that?"

The group let out a scream, and many students nearby walked over, watching with curiosity.

"It really is an eyeball, it's not a prank. Old Zhang is inside right now, who will accompany me to go in and check?"

Teacher Yuan usually had a good relationship with him, but at this moment, he didn't dare to go in alone.

It was too terrifying.

Who the hell drops an eyeball while walking? "I'll go in with you and take a look." A PE teacher stepped out, followed Teacher Yuan, and the two walked in together.

At the same time, the students at the entrance had been dispersed, and the eyeball had been removed by the vice principal using a trash bag.

"What's the situation? Where is Teacher Zhang?" The vice principal, sporting a small potbelly and wearing glasses, asked cautiously.

Teacher Yuan shook his head and pushed open a stall door: "Old Zhang, are you okay?"

He wasn't inside.

The second stall, the third stall.

Only three stalls remained.

Just as they were about to push open the fourth stall, some blood seeped out from under the door gap.

The two were startled.

Taking a deep breath, they looked at each other, suppressing the fear in their hearts, already prepared to see a terrifying sight.

They pulled it open violently.

The door opened, but there was nothing inside.

Just as they were about to let out a sigh of relief, another stall opened on its own.

At the same time.

Splat—

The door was pushed open, pushed open by a pile of eyeballs, and at the same time, a pool of blood flowed out from inside. The eyeballs were like driftwood on a river, washed out, covering the floor.

In that instant, both of their stomachs churned, and they slammed their hands over their mouths.

Their pupils dilated, staring fixedly into the stall.

At this moment, Old Zhang was already sitting there, face ashen, his pants pulled down to his knees, the whites of his eyes rolled back, his mouth wide open, saliva drooling out.

That face was suffocating to look at.

"Ah—"

Teacher Yuan and the other, a man over 1.8 meters tall, especially the PE teacher, a tough guy, were scared shitless on the spot.

He wet his pants instantly and stumbled backward onto the ground.

His legs kept kicking backward.

He swore that this sight would be hard to forget for the rest of his life, more indelible than a first love.

Teacher Yuan fainted from fright, and the tough PE teacher crawled out; once outside, it was as if he had lost one of his three souls.

The vice principal looked at him in confusion, his heart suddenly jolting: "What's wrong, what's wrong?"

He reached out a trembling hand to point inside, unable to say a single word, his mouth chattering uncontrollably.

Every pore on his body was sweating at this moment, and all the hair on his body stood on end.

The vice principal and several security guards stood at the entrance, realizing that something big had happened, and hurriedly told the remaining teachers to leave immediately, while the students were sent straight to class.

Afterward, he took a few security guards and walked in.

Even though he had prepared himself mentally, he was still terrified.

Staring at this scene, he muttered to himself: "It seems we must have a priest come to our school to pray immediately."

Then he turned around: "No one is to spread word of this, remember, everyone's salary will be increased by twenty percent, keep this buried in your stomachs. I will have the police I'm familiar with take over, do you hear me?"

Everyone nodded.

This was a private school, and the children attending were all from wealthy families; the principal and the others had connections, with eyes reaching the heavens.

They couldn't let these things affect their money-making.

In the hallway outside, Xiao Wan hugged her toy bear, tilting her head with a smile: "Giggle, Mommy, you're right. If you get bullied, you must take revenge. This feeling is so satisfying, hehehe. There are still two other people!"

The other two people were naturally that male student and his father.

The two were taken from the school to the nearest hospital for emergency care.

There were many people at the hospital today; either their bodies were itching, or their brains were itching, as if something were moving inside.

"Dr. Zhao, two emergency cases here, hurry up and check them. One has eye pain, the other has stomach pain, and he's already started vomiting stomach acid."

Immediately, the father and son were brought up.

Dr. Zhao hurriedly put down his work and ran over.

His patient, coincidentally, was the fisherman from last night, Xiao Long.

Xiao Long scratched his leg: "It's fine, their situation is serious, you go check them first."

Then he got up and followed to watch; gossiping was a trait inherited in the blood of all Daxia people. Even if they were eighty years old, or about to enter the ICU themselves, they had to gossip first.

"Ugh—" The big-bellied man suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood.

Dr. Zhao hurriedly arranged for an examination: "What did you eat at noon?"

"What about the little kid? What's the situation with the little kid?"

A doctor hurriedly pushed the child toward another area: "The child's eyes are injured, he's already passed out from the pain. I'll take him to the other side for an examination, you check him."

The hospital was almost overwhelmed.

Dr. Zhao nodded, and while examining, he suddenly saw the big-bellied man's navel move.

It was just like a fetal movement.

"His stomach moved? Is he about to give birth?" The fishing blogger blurted out.

Dr. Zhao looked back at him, and the latter shut his mouth awkwardly, very tactfully.

As a result.

Pfft—

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 82 =====