Along with it came an unfamiliar, suffocating pain.
The pain spread from her chest like a massive, overwhelming tidal wave.
Wen Yan instinctively clutched her chest, a cold sweat breaking out on her forehead.
"Yanyan, what's wrong?"
Wen Yan reached out and pushed Si Moyan away. She crouched down, opened her mouth, and gasped heavily for air.
Why did he give her such an ancient sense of familiarity?
Why did he make her feel this breathless, agonizing pain?
Had they known each other in a past life?
[Dabai, Dabai, I want to know why you made me target Si Moyan?]
Why not anyone else, but specifically Si Moyan?
There must be some deep connection between them!
[Host, the question you want to know is not within Dabai's answering scope.]
Wen Yan bit her lip hard.
Not within Dabai's answering scope... did that mean Dabai knew, but couldn't say it?
Dabai wasn't omnipotent; it had its restrictions too.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Si Moyan crouched down in front of Wen Yan. Seeing her pale face, his deep eyes filled with worry.
Wen Yan's slender white fingers gripped Si Moyan's arm tightly. "I just had this feeling that we've known each other for a very, very long time. Have you ever felt that way?"
Si Moyan furrowed his sword-like eyebrows. He pressed his thin lips together and said, "No."
Wen Yan lowered her long eyelashes and said no more.
After adjusting her emotions, Wen Yan looked toward the office on the third floor.
"I'm going to release the wronged souls of those students now."
Not long after Wen Yan left, the school board director, having learned of Shu Ti's death, arrived.
The director was the father of Jiang Qing's ex-boyfriend.
Qu Weiyang looked at the director, her expression fierce. "Mr. Wen, you're just in time. Back then, you sent Jiang Qing on a business trip because you struck a deal with Shu Ti, didn't you?"
The director frowned deeply. "I don't know what you're talking about!"
Qu Weiyang's eyes were cold. "That year, Yisha's college admission rate was terrible, and you couldn't recruit top-tier students. For your own benefit, you agreed to Shu Ti's demands, letting her replace Jiang Qing as the homeroom teacher of Class Ten. In return, Shu Ti promised to help you boost the admission rates."
"Sure enough, in the following years, any student who scored below 500 points met with an accident. The students studying at Yisha had no choice but to constantly improve themselves and work diligently, terrified of dropping below 500 points. Over these past few years, you must have made a fortune!"
As soon as Qu Weiyang finished speaking, the director's son, Wen Hao, ran over.
"Dad, is what she's saying true?" After Shu Ti's death, Wen Hao had suddenly snapped back to his senses. The realization that Jiang Qing had already died six years ago brought a suffocating, agonizing pain to his heart.
The director's face turned livid. "That's all just her speculation."
Qu Weiyang raised her hand, and a colleague handed her a voice recorder. "My colleague has already searched Shu Ti's apartment and found the audio evidence of your collusion with her back then. You murdered so many innocent students, and you still think you can escape the law?"
...
Wei Zhou was the country's top and youngest biological scientist.
He had already achieved significant breakthroughs in uncharted fields of human knowledge.
Having recently won an international award, he was currently abroad being interviewed by reporters.
"Dr. Wei, now that you've achieved such success, which mentor would you like to thank the most?"
Wei Zhou was about to say Shu Ti's name when suddenly, the sealed memories in his mind were burst open as if by an unseen force.
A slender and strict figure unconsciously surfaced in his mind.
Mentor, his mentor...
Wei Zhou's eyes, looking into the camera, unconsciously turned red.
"My mentor is Teacher Jiang Qing!"
The reporter frowned slightly. "But six years ago, when you were interviewed as the top science scholar, you said your mentor was Teacher Shu Ti."
The usually composed Wei Zhou suddenly stood up from his chair.
He was so agitated and angry that the chair scraped against the floor, making a sharp noise.
"No, that's all wrong. The mentor of our Class Ten is Teacher Jiang Qing, never Shu Ti. Shu Ti only taught us for three months. Our Class Ten's successful counterattack from the worst class was entirely thanks to Teacher Jiang Qing!"
Realizing something, Wei Zhou immediately took out his phone to book a flight back to the country.
At the same time, someone sent a message in the WeChat group of Class Ten's classmates.
—Teacher Shu Ti is dead.
It took a long time before a classmate replied.
—I just found the interviews we did six years ago. Why did we thank Teacher Shu Ti back then? Teacher Jiang Qing was obviously the mentor who changed our lives!
—I don't understand either. I saw the things I said back then, and they were really awful. Teacher Jiang Qing even suffered severe cyberbullying because of our nonsense. I want to slap myself.
—After Teacher Jiang Qing's accident, not a single person from our class attended her funeral.
—Damn, what was wrong with us back then? Were we collectively cursed?
—We are so damned!
After a long silence, Wei Zhou replied:
—Let's go back to our alma mater together tomorrow!
...
After battling the evil entity, Jiang Qing had suffered heavy injuries herself, but she managed to protect the souls of those students.
Wen Yan performed the release ritual for the students' souls.
Jiang Qing could no longer be released. She had become Shu Ti's executioner and committed too many sins. Coupled with her severe injuries, she would soon dissipate into ash and smoke.
Watching those innocent students successfully find peace, Jiang Qing knelt on the ground, filled with endless remorse.
Seeing her body gradually turning transparent, Wen Yan walked over and helped her up.
"Teacher Jiang Qing, the students of Class Ten have come back to see you."
Wen Yan pasted a talisman on Jiang Qing, temporarily holding her soul together.
"This talisman only works for half an hour. That means you only have half an hour to say goodbye to the students of Class Ten."
...
Inside that abandoned teaching building.
The sign for Class Ten was hung up again in front of the classroom door.
Every student sat in their seats, exactly as they had in the past.
When Jiang Qing walked in holding a textbook and a set square, the students were earnestly reciting.
"Prince Wuji of Wei was the youngest son of King Zhao of Wei, and the younger half-brother of King Anli of Wei—"
Everyone was reciting very seriously. Jiang Qing stood on the dusty podium, looking at her students, a gratified expression in her eyes.
Wei Zhou was the first to notice the figure on the podium. When they arrived this morning, Miss Wen had told them that she would let them see Teacher Jiang.
Even though what they saw was Teacher Jiang's soul, not a single person was afraid.
The moment they saw Teacher Jiang, everyone's eyes turned red.
That was the mentor who had worked so hard to educate them!
Yet they had indirectly caused her death!
After finishing the recitation, everyone stood up and knelt on the ground in unison.
"Teacher Jiang, we are sorry!"
"Teacher Jiang, you will always be our mentor!"
Hearing the word mentor, two lines of bloody tears slowly flowed down Jiang Qing's pale face.
