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Chapter 48: I’ll invite you to watch a documentary film for free.

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Dong Chaoyang was overwhelmed by emotions and his counselor, Song Qi, was forced to a dead end by his student.

Wei Fuyuan didn’t know what had caused their fight, but it was clear that the two of them had broken up.

Dong Chaoyang was forcing Song Qi to confront his wife and children, but Song Qi was only interested in continuing to maintain the illicit love affair with the other person.

They were now near the cemetery, quite a distance from the two little courtyards where the others had spent the night, yet the night in this abandoned village was unusually silent, and Dong Chaoyang’s deafening screams were carried along with the wind.

Song Qi was terrified.

He was concerned that other students would discover his relationship with Dong Chaoyang and force him to resign from his academic position.

Song Qi rushed closer, covering his mouth in an attempt to pacify Dong Chaoyang.

However, for two men of comparable height and build, it was extremely difficult for one side to totally suppress the other.

The two quickly progressed from pulling to rough scuffling.

In the chaos, their mobile phones that served the purpose of torches fell to the ground. Song Qi pressed Dong Chaoyang under him, one arm across his chest, and the other hand covered his little lover’s mouth.

To be honest, from the perspective of a bystander, Wei Fuyuan could see Song Qi didn’t intend to truly harm the other person.

Otherwise, Teacher Song in this posture would not only cover Dong Chaoyang’s mouth but would also have directly squeezed his neck.

Dong Chaoyang, on the other hand, had his mouth and nose covered, his breathing was labored, and he was suffocated by the weight of the other person. He naturally struggled more and more aggressively as his rage grew.

In the chaos, Dong Chaoyang bit Song Qi’s palm and pushed the person away. He turned over, got up with the support of his hands and feet, and staggered forward.

In his panic, Dong Chaoyang didn’t notice the dry well hidden amongst the roots, fallen leaves and dead branches.

The next second, a force slammed into him from behind— someone had given him a hard push.

Wei Fuyuan in Dong Chaoyang’s body only felt that his body rushed forward uncontrollably. Then he stepped onto air and descended into a deep darkness.

——Fuck!

While falling heavily to the bottom of the well, Wei Fuyuan heard a scream from ‘himself’, and his vision went black due to severe pain.

Looking at it, the dry well had to be at least four or five floors high. Dong Chaoyang fell abruptly and luckily didn’t fall to death, but it was inevitable that he had broken his arms and legs.

The souls of Wei Fuyuan and Dong Chaoyang were now one. Naturally, Wei Fuyan could also feel the extreme pain of splitting tendons and bones. ‘He’ couldn’t move. He could only raise his head and cry out Song Qi’s name while praying for someone to save him.

Dong Chaoyang was partially curled up in a contorted position at the bottom of the well. His eyesight was blurred due to tears of agony and despair glistering in his eyes.

He raised his barely intact hand and tried to touch the stars through a circle of the small round wellhead as if that was the only salvation he could attain.

“Song… Song Qi…”

Dong Chaoyang cried miserably,

“Help me… Please… Ha… Help me…”

There was absolute silence outside the well.

Wei Fuyuan held back the pain and listened carefully.

For two or three minutes, except for Dong Chaoyang’s breathing, intense agony and intermittent begging for mercy, he didn’t hear a single sound.

At the same time, because of the excruciating pain and heavy blood loss, Dong Chaoyang’s consciousness gradually started to blur, and Wei Fuyuan also begun to see things unclearly.

Finally, there was a faint light swaying outside the dry well.

Wei Fuyuan tried to concentrate on holding Dong Chaoyang’s consciousness together but still, he could only make out a vague figure.

The other party seemed to be leaning against the well panel and was looking down using his mobile phone as a flashlight.

“Song… Song Qi…”

Seeing the light, Dong Chaoyang’s heart lit up with the hope of survival.

“Help me, help me… Please… Help me…”

He struggled and whispered in a voice as thin as a mosquito’s hum.

The figure disappeared.

Another two heavy minutes of silence reigned.

Later, Wei Fuyuan saw a partial figure sticking out by the well for the second time.

Only this time, the man threw something that was in his arms.

——It was a broken slate, weighing no less than ten kilograms.

Under the acceleration of gravity, the heavy object fell into the 15 meter-deep well and hit Dong Chaoyang’s head with a loud thunk.

Wei Fuyuan began to feel the metallic, rusty scent of warm blood trickling from his head, running across his cheeks and spilling onto his lips as he withdrew from Dong Chaoyang’s consciousness.

……

When Wei Fuyuan’s soul returned to its original body and regained consciousness, he subconsciously retched a few times.

He didn’t know if it was a psychological effect but he could still feel a slight tinge of blood in his mouth.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Bei Quan’s voice sounded from above his head.

Wei Fuyuan opened his eyes and calmed down. Only then did he find that he was nestled in Bei Quan’s arms. The 1.8-meter-seven big bird was curled up like a human. His boss’s soft thighs were padding his back, and his head was pillowed against Bei Quan’s chest.

——Fuck!

He hurriedly struggled to sit up.

“I see!”

Wei Fuyuan was eager to tell Bei Quan what he had just experienced.

——Dong Chaoyang was already dead before everyone? fell into fragmented space!

——He was not killed by ghosts. Rather, Song Qi killed him!

At this time, Young Master Wei was convinced that the ghost must be attached to Song Qi. Otherwise, ordinary people would not be able to push their lover down the dry well and then bludgeon him to death!

However, before he could get a word out, Bei Quan pressed his bottom lip with his index finger, gave a low ‘shh’ and motioned him to remain quiet.

Wei Fuyuan only noticed that although they were still standing beside the big locust tree and the abandoned well in front of the cemetery, there were more and more murky shadows gathering around them.

“This… what’s going on?”

It was the first time Young Master Wei saw such a scene and he couldn’t help but be a little confused.

He didn’t even notice that half of his body was still stuck in Bei Quan’s arms. He simply glanced at the people around him and asked blankly,

“… What did you… do?”

Bei Quan glanced at Wei Fuyuan.

“You had so many out-of-body experiences within such a short time frame that I was afraid your soul would not be able to ever return to your body, even though you had the merits to protect you”. If it wasn’t for that, I wouldn’t have worked my butt off for one single spell. Bei Quan thought.

“Regressing through time and space can recreate what happened here in the past.”

Bei Quan softly explained, “I invite you to watch a documentary film for free.”

In fact, the technique used by Bei Quan was somewhat similar to the urban legend of the maids that were said to be seen walking under the city wall on thunderstorms that have been circulating in the Forbidden City for several years.

If he had to give a more scientific as well as an understandable explanation, it could be said that he had altered the magnetic field of space through magic, allowing some of the magnetic substances that once existed here to release the ‘images’ that they had collected from what once occurred in this place. Thus, in a way, triggering the effect of tracing back to time and space and reproducing the past.

The only drawback was that the spell was very tiring to use, and the layout of the spell was also a bit complex, much more complicated than simply shooting Wei Fuyuan’s soul from his body. Bei Quan didn’t want to use it if it were not for the sake of his little assistant’s hard work and determination.

Because of the lengthy duration, the image of the spell’s restoration had become exceedingly blurry.

Through Wei Fuyuan’s viewpoint, this was just like the projection visual made by a low-priced 3D equipment. The surroundings were dim and vague and you couldn’t see the finer details at all. You could only assume the identity of the people coming and going through their general body structure.

And these poor students, who had been tossed around all along were almost at their limit.

Monitor Pan Xiaoyun fainted and hadn’t woken up yet.

Liu Lingling and Huang Lan— the two girls had just witnessed their classmate become Sadako. Now, they were surrounded by strangers. In the face of one strenuous stimulation after another, they were left completely stunned. They silently held each other and couldn’t even cry.

Only Luosen stood upright like a stiff wooden stake, his face was blue and pale, his expression was dull, and his lips trembled slightly every now and then. He seemed to be mumbling to himself, but he didn’t make a coherent sound. He looked completely lost.

Bei Quan’s eyes swept over the four students one by one and then returned to the surrounding area.

Judging from the clothes of the villagers, the time and space he traced back must have a history of more than 100 years.

The incident should obviously have happened a good few hours into the night.

The villagers were holding torches in one hand and farming tools such as hatchets, axes, hoes, shovels, plowshares, etcetera in the other. They appeared to be searching for something.

Just behind the big banyan tree in front of the crowd, there was a young figure.

Bei Quan carefully observed the slightly blurred figure behind the tree.

Although he couldn’t see his facial features clearly, judging from the person’s body shape and facial contour, the teenager was only 13 or 14 years old at most.

He was wearing a Chinese dress made of silk and satin, but the attire was ruined due to mud smears, scorch marks, and bloodstains. Moreover, his left shoe was missing and the white, tender soles of his feet had long been cut because of the gravel and had faint blood marks. He looked extremely terrified.

At this time, the boy was peeking his head from behind the tree, curling on himself tightly and shaking like a leaf.

However, the light-colored shirt on his body was very conspicuous in the dark, and it didn’t take long for the boy to be discovered by a villager.

The vicious crowd soon gathered and surrounded the big locust tree.

Facing the crowd holding deadly weapons, the boy knelt on the ground and cried and begged, evidently asking them to spare his life.

But then a man came forward and dragged the boy out from behind the tree like a little rabbit.

Then he took out a knife and cut the boy’s throat.

The crowd clamored silently as if it were just another insignificant sacrifice. As if it was not a living, breathing person who died in front of them.

The man picked the boy who was still breathing, looked around and finally stuffed him into the well next to the locust tree as though he was throwing away a piece of garbage.

——-

“That is you, isn’t it?”

Bei Quan asked the skeleton lying on Dong Chaoyang’s back.

The skeleton seemed to be able to understand the words and nodded slowly.

Bei Quan gave a rueful smile.

The story that followed was too predictable.

As the old saying went, “Poverty mountains and evil waters make trouble for the people.“

In the era of war a hundred years ago, there were no concepts of a legal system, morality and justice in the remote village where there was barely enough water and food in the gully. The villagers could be instigated to turn into mountain bandits at any time.

It didn’t matter whether the boy was fleeing from the army or running from vicious relatives, but a rich foreign guest who could afford silk was lacking the strength even to truss a chicken. In such a place, he was a ripe, fat sheep sent to the doors of a butcher. It was absurd not to be robbed and killed.