his pants while sighing, "I just wanted a child, so I found a girl willing to have one for me. We agreed that if she got pregnant and gave birth, I'd give her some money—"He realized he had let it sli...He spoke in vulgar and crude language, rambling nonsensically while cornering me in the filing cabinet.

"What about my girlfriend Hmm I'll get you to work, help you get into grad school here, how about it!"

You big dummy! I grabbed the little cactus on the windowsill and smashed it into his face!

He ducked his head and dodged, I immediately ran to the door.

But I couldn't run at all, my battered body collapsed to the ground by the door with one stumble. It was practically handing him an opportunity.

"You're a teacher!" I shouted.

"So what! I'm not afraid! I'm not short on money! Just standing there in front of me, you don't wanna be my girlfriend What a waste! I've never seen a woman with a better figure than yours—"

He lunged toward me, and I gasped, the scream catching in my throat.

Something strange happened —

He was like a chicken about to be slaughtered. Suddenly, an unseen hand gripped his throat, leaving distorted indentations. His face turned purple, his eyes bulged, and his tongue was choked out.

My back felt cold, was that the creep following me Was he behind me

He, he... is this him coming to my rescue

When I came to my senses, the homeroom teacher was being dragged backwards. He desperately reached for his neck, but couldn't grab that hand. Instead, he clawed at his own neck until it was bloody and raw.

I ran desperately out, forgetting even the elevator, and dashed down from the sixth floor in one breath.

As I burst out of the teaching building, I realized that I was freezing cold. When I rubbed my arms in the sunshine, a few girls next to me suddenly screamed.

They pointed at the teaching building and cried out for help anxiously. I turned back to look, and my heart sank halfway —

On the sixth floor, a window shattered. The homeroom teacher was squatting on the windowsill in a strange posture.

He was facing away from the outside, desperately clutching at the shattered window with one hand, but the window was broken, and the shards of glass on the pane sliced his flesh to ribbons.

In just a few seconds, he suddenly threw himself backwards, plummeting from the sixth floor headfirst.

With a muffled thud, a burst of blood blossomed on the ground, followed by a gush of white brain matter...

"Ahhhh!" A girl's scream echoed in their ears, two collapsing to the ground unconscious.

I was shaking all over, it had to be him, it had to be!

He killed someone, he really is a demon!

I was trembling like chaff, when suddenly a voice rang in my ear: "Why are you crying"

Crying I raised my hand to wipe my face, sure enough, I was startled to tears.

"You, you... You're really a demon... A murderous demon, destined to be dragged into the underworld and punished." I stammered.

He stood beside me, arms crossed and wearing that menacing mask, looking down at me.

"I set the rules, besides, I'm not a ghost."

He somewhat irritably covered my eyes with his hand. "Look closely," he said, "and see what a ghost really is."

A cold hand brushed across my eyelids, and I dazedly looked towards the "accident" scene.

A tall, white hat caught my eye. It was very high and pointed, and I followed my gaze downward --

A deathly pale face was smiling at me.

"Little Empress, don't be ignorant. Our Emperor isn't a patient man." A ghastly face smiled at me, blood-red lips curving up in a strange way.

This is impermanence! White impermanence!

"Ahhh!!" I screamed and jumped back in fright.

Can't anyone around here see!

"You, you, you are—" I turned to ask him.

But he vanished.

Bai Wuchang, holding several ropes, put an empty chain around the neck of the class ghost's soul and said slowly, "Oh, Lao Ba didn't come to help either, I'm so busy..."

I slapped my own face, this isn't a dream, this isn't a dream, this is daylight robbery seeing a ghost!!

Bai Wuchang's smile was terrifying. His evil triangular eyes narrowed and twitched, his blood-red lips slightly parted, revealing a tongue that seemed to lick blood, vibrant and bloody.

What kind of person is he If he's a ghost, why isn't he afraid of Bai Wuchang

I ran home like crazy, locking myself in my room. I had to know, what was he!

As soon as midnight struck, he appeared in my room almost on time.

Still that cold mask, still so...simple and brutal.

"What did that woman say today Hmm" His tone was laced with amusement, yet his actions were cold and ruthless.

"Stunningly beautiful like a fairy" he repeated, echoing Song Wei's teasing words.

He spoke with a hint of mockery, completely disregarding my feelings.

"You better learn to protect yourself. If you let another man touch you, I'll make your life a living hell." He issued the warning in a flat tone.

I gritted my teeth and endured the pain, trembling as I asked, "Who... who are you Even if you're going to kill me, at least let me die understanding why, okay"

"Do you understand what I mean" he sneered. "Isn't your Mu family a family that walks between light and darkness How could you have such an ignorant daughter"

“Yes…” I bitterly smiled. “I don’t know anything. From the moment I was born, I was raised to be sacrificed to you! How could I possibly know that I was being raised to be given to a ghost —”

Does this count Pain, bleeding, bruises all over and humiliation, does this count as love

I bit my lip, I couldn't bring myself to say the word.

His emotionless actions paused for a moment, his icy fingers parting a stray strand of hair from my cheek: "Just remember, you are my wife by proxy marriage, and you can only stay with me until death, that's all..."

To death.

Die.

When it was time to end our day, he didn't vanish immediately. Instead, he reached out and hooked his finger under the blood jade ring on my neck.

"Although that color looks great dancing on your neck, I still prefer you to stay put on my finger... Don't make me say it again."ave been elusive since ancient times. Later generations, based on legends, said they were the intestines of Nüwa, and some even questioned whether they all truly existed.Among the most famous shamans...