233: Don't have any tissues? Why wouldn't you dare take them if I gave them to you?

The first class of the new semester had a somewhat somber atmosphere.

The counselor stood on the podium, pushing up her glasses, her voice tinged with sorrow.

“Students, before we officially begin class, I have some unfortunate news to tell everyone.”

“Our classmate, Lin Rourou, tragically passed away yesterday morning due to personal reasons, having fallen from a building outside the school.”

Boom!

As soon as these words were uttered, the entire classroom was like a deep-sea bomb had been dropped into it.

“What?!”

“Lin Rourou… how could she?!”

“This is too sudden!”

Lu Xiaoya was completely stunned.

How could it be?

Just a few days ago, they were still chatting on WeChat, having made plans to eat hotpot together after school started!

How could she… how could she commit suicide?!

Just as everyone was filled with doubt and discussing animatedly.

In the corner of the classroom, a young man dressed in designer brands, looking like a decent person on the surface, imperceptibly curved his lips into a smirk of triumph.

Immediately, his still somewhat handsome face was instantly covered with grief and disbelief.

He suddenly stood up, slammed his fist on the table, his voice hoarse and filled with suppressed “anger.”

“How could this happen?!”

“Lin Rourou was such a good person, how could she have thought of something like this?!”

He was precisely that Young Master Wang.

At this moment, having already arranged everything, he was putting on an “emotive” act worthy of a film emperor.

The surrounding classmates, seeing his “grief-stricken” appearance, all believed him and went forward to comfort him.

Lu Xiaoya looked at him, her heart, already filled with sadness and confusion, became even more muddled.

She still remembered that Lin Rourou had complained to her more than once that this Young Master Wang had been harassing her.

But now…

She couldn't understand.

She simply believed that Lin Rourou had truly committed suicide.

…

Night deepened.

Girls’ dormitory, 302.

Lu Xiaoya lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

In her mind, Lin Rourou’s charming smile kept replaying.

Her heart stirred, and a thought popped into her head.

Why not… go out and practice swordplay?

Master… oh no, Uncle said that cultivating Dao and seeking immortality requires perseverance.

She was now a “small expert” at Qi Refining First Level, but the coveted Sword Flight was still a long way off.

She glanced at her two other roommates who were already fast asleep, and Li Xiang, who was also lying in bed, whether awake or asleep, then quietly and stealthily got out of bed.

“I… I’m going out to buy something.”

She casually made an excuse and tiptoed out of the dormitory.

As soon as she walked into the hallway, she shivered all over, instinctively feeling a chill.

“Hiss… the air conditioning in this hallway is set too low, isn't it?”

She rubbed her arms, muttering to herself, not thinking much of it.

She had no idea that with her current Qi Refining First Level cultivation, she was already impervious to heat and cold, so how could she feel cold because of a mere air conditioner?

Nor did she see it.

The moment she walked out of the dormitory building.

Behind her, on the rooftop of the dark girls’ dormitory building.

A slender figure in a red dress silently flashed past.

Its hollow eyes were watching her receding back.

…

Inside Dormitory 302.

As soon as Lu Xiaoya left, Li Xiang, who had been feigning sleep in bed, slowly opened her eyes.

Her eyes, which always held a hint of jealousy and calculation, were now filled with irritation.

She thought of what happened yesterday again.

“It’s not my fault… she was the one who didn’t know her place…”

She muttered to herself, as if hypnotizing herself.

Just then, a sudden urge to urinate came over her.

She grumbled as she got out of bed and pushed open the bathroom door.

“Someone’s in there?”

The sound of water came from inside.

Li Xiang’s brows furrowed even tighter.

She didn't want to wait, so she turned and walked towards the public restroom in the dormitory building.

As soon as she stepped out of the door, she felt a panic in her heart, always feeling a chill down her spine, as if something was following her.

She quickened her pace, jogging all the way, and rushed into the dimly lit public restroom.

…

“Damn it, what bad luck!”

As soon as she squatted down, Li Xiang realized that she… had forgotten to bring paper.

She pulled out her phone and sent a message to the five-person group chat for her dormitory.

【Who’s still awake? Jianghu emergency! No paper!】

The message sank like a stone.

The other two roommates were already sleeping like logs.

Lu Xiaoya was still wandering outside.

As for Lin Rourou…

She looked at the avatar that had already turned gray, her heart growing even more irritable.

Just as she was about to find something to make do with.

“Creak—”

The restroom door was pushed open a crack.

A hand, a pale hand devoid of any blood, but with nails painted with bright red nail polish, slowly reached in from under the door crack.

In its hand, it held several neatly folded… toilet papers.

Li Xiang was first stunned, then, as if receiving a great pardon.

She didn’t think twice, snatched the toilet paper, and said impatiently, “Thanks, who is it? Not sleeping so late.”

She thought it was a kind roommate.

Outside the door, there was a moment of silence.

Then, a faint voice, as if from the depths of the Nine Netherworlds, a voice so familiar it made her Soul tremble, slowly sounded.

“You’re welcome.”

Li Xiang’s body suddenly stiffened!

This voice…

This voice, it was clearly…

Lin Rourou?!

Inside the restroom.

Li Xiang felt her heart being fiercely squeezed by an invisible hand, then suddenly wrenched, her breathing even stopping.

She stiffly, very slowly, raised her head.

Outside the door, the dim sound-activated light had gone out at some point.

In the darkness, a slender figure in a red dress stood silently, blocking the doorway.

Her face was not visible.

But that bone-chilling coldness, like maggots on a corpse, frantically drilled upwards from the soles of her feet.

“Lin Rourou… Lin Rourou?”

Li Xiang’s voice trembled like a sieve, her teeth chattering.

“You… you weren’t already…”

“Yes.”

The figure outside the door slowly raised its head.

A face, pale and devoid of any blood, with black blood constantly seeping from its seven orifices, appeared in Li Xiang’s line of sight.

Its eyes, which should have been lively, were now two hollow, bloody sockets, staring intently at her.

“Didn’t I already die?”

“But how did I come back?”