CHAPTER 36: CHAPTER 9: GHOSTLY MAZE

Although it was very subtle, Mu Yunchu and the others still detected something unusual.

Someone like Zhao Qingqing’s father, who had been in high society for a long time, wouldn’t easily let others see his true emotions.

Unless...

What Mu Yunchu said was too shocking for him to hide his reaction.

For a moment, countless guesses appeared in the two people’s minds.

Like why would Zhao Qingqing’s father know about the old campus?

And why did he react so strongly upon hearing those three words?

But Zhao Hongbin, at this moment, no longer cared about them.

His gaze was fixed on Mu Yunchu, his eyes slightly squinting, the fine lines at the corners becoming more noticeable.

"What do you want to say?"

Mu Yunchu didn’t answer.

What she was going to say next involved Zhao Qingqing’s family’s privacy, and once Chen Wanjun and the others heard it, they very consciously walked out.

Once the room was left with only the two of them, along with the unconscious Zhao Qingqing, Mu Yunchu slowly began to speak.

"The events at the old campus, and the legendary suicide of the senior sister..." Mu Yunchu’s side profile seemed shrouded in a layer of mist, indistinct and elusive, "I think you should know more than I do."

Seeing the other person remain silent, she slowly laid out all the matters.

"The legendary senior sister committed suicide twenty years ago. At that time, you were the principal of this school..." She paused, "And the reason for her suicide was being abandoned by you."

Zhao Hongbin didn’t respond, but the fist clenching unconsciously by his side had already answered for him.

This was indeed a very disgraceful matter.

No wonder he was unwilling to speak.

If it were exposed nowadays, it’d certainly trend for several days at least.

The principal fell in love with a student 15 years younger than himself from his own school.

This romance was destined never to be accepted from any point of view.

"I saw the love letters you exchanged during your passionate period."

"How is that possible?"

Zhao Hongbin finally reacted.

And reacted strongly.

"I know you burned the letters at the time." Mu Yunchu’s tone was calm.

As if she didn’t see him staring at her intensely.

"The fire at the old campus five years ago, that was you setting it, right?"

Although phrased as a question, Mu Yunchu’s tone was affirmative.

"The burn scars on your hand can prove it all."

At this point, Zhao Hongbin knew he had nothing left to struggle for.

Every matter Mu Yunchu spoke of wasn’t deep but hit on the most critical points.

Simply to clearly inform him that she knew everything.

Apart from shock and despair, when he looked up at Mu Yunchu, there was also a slight, barely perceptible admiration.

This girl... really had a composure uncharacteristic for her age.

Recollecting his thoughts, he sighed softly.

"You’re not wrong."

For the first time in nearly twenty years, confessing this matter before someone else brought an unfamiliar sense of release.

He closed his eyes for a long moment and opened them again.

"Although I don’t know how you know, and about those letters..." He didn’t want to continue, "But you just said Qingqing was haunted, is it that..."

"Yes." Mu Yunchu nodded, "She wants to see you."

Zhao Hongbin took a sharp breath.

His emotions were in turmoil, finally his gaze turned firm, "It’s been twenty years, some things indeed need closure."

Zhao Hongbin followed Mu Yunchu into the old campus.

This time she didn’t choose too late a time, but when the sun had just set.

As soon as they entered the building, the exam ghost floated over. His already small eyes were almost squinting into slits out of anxiety.

"Why are you back again?"

Seeing Zhao Hongbin beside her, "And brought someone again!"

He rubbed his forehead, "Do you think this is a haunted house, bringing different people every day?"

Seeing Mu Yunchu completely ignoring him as she continued forward, the exam ghost was so anxious he almost jumped three meters high.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you, tonight you really shouldn’t enter this building."

From his experience, the yin energy of that female ghost upstairs would be particularly heavy at this time.

And something would surely happen.

He thought Mu Yunchu wasn’t afraid, believing her confidence came from carrying a Peach Wood Sword.

"Not to underestimate you, but that Peach Wood Sword might deter ghosts like me, but it’s practically useless against vengeful ghosts of that caliber... Hey? Listen to me."

Perhaps due to a clear goal this time, Mu Yunchu led Zhao Hongbin directly to the fourth floor.

Leaving the persistent exam ghost completely behind.

When they reached the stairs leading to the fourth floor, the exam ghost refused to go any further.

Upstairs was ’that guy’s’ territory, he didn’t dare move.

His shoulders relaxed, his whole demeanor losing vitality, and he reluctantly watched as Mu Yunchu slowly disappeared from view, muttering to himself as he shook his head, "Sigh... you’re on your own now."

Suddenly remembering something, he said to the air, conspiratorially and apprehensively, "This can’t be blamed on me."

"I relayed everything you wanted me to say, she’s seeking her own death."

...

After waiting a while, only bone-chilling silence responded.

Looking forward at the corridor that seemed able to devour everything in its darkness. Suddenly, as if sensing something, he curled up in fear and ran far away.

...

On this side, when Mu Yunchu climbed to the fourth floor, she distinctly felt some resistance ahead.

Like an invisible restriction, trying to block her from advancing another step.

Slightly lowering her eyes, she softly chanted a spell.

A few seconds later, when she raised her hand again, the path ahead was unobstructed.

Zhao Hongbin stopped in place, "What’s wrong?"

Mu Yunchu turned her head to look at Zhao Hongbin, who stood slightly ahead of her, her gaze dropping to his feet.

A couple of steps ahead of her.

Shaking her head, she didn’t make a fuss.

The two continued up another flight of stairs.

"Wait..." Zhao Hongbin’s robust voice carried a tinge of tremor, "Weren’t we just on the third floor?"

"So how are we still here now?"

He raised his arm, trembling, pointing to the wall beside them, swallowing hard.

On the wall, there was a large, bloody number.

It read: 3.

For someone sensitive to numbers like him, he couldn’t have misremembered this.

Mu Yunchu stood by the handrail, looking upward, clearly seeing two more floors above.

After walking several more times, they found the same result.

Mu Yunchu said, "I’ll stand here, you go ahead and take a look."

She wanted to conduct a simple experiment to verify her suspicion.

Zhao Hongbin exhaled.

He didn’t want to separate at this moment, but seeing Mu Yunchu’s expression, he swallowed back his words.

For the first time, climbing the stairs made his knees hurt.

"Stand on the last step, and tell me how many floors you see."

As he kept walking, Mu Yunchu’s voice seemed to grow more distant.

Zhao Hongbin forced his eyes open, a bit afraid of seeing that ’3’ again.

To his surprise, he suddenly found himself on the 4th floor.

No time to rejoice, when he turned back to see Mu Yunchu coming up, and looked forward again, the floor had once again turned to ’3’.

Zhao Hongbin: ?

"This is... ghost hitting the wall."