Song Taishan’s expression was solemn.
Intuition told him that Zhou Yan might already be in danger.
Song Taishan subconsciously looked towards Jiangli, his gaze carrying a question.
If this was truly the doing of Fan Ran’s restless soul,
then Jiangli would certainly have a way to resolve it.
Meeting Song Taishan’s eyes, Jiangli’s gaze darkened, "Go to the school."
Yun Xizi was puzzled, "Go back to school now?"
Xia Xin realized, "Yes, back to school! If it’s really Fan Ran, then the school is her unresolved issue. She’ll want to settle the score there with those who wronged her, just like with Guo Wenxuan and the others!"
Upon hearing this, everyone understood.
Song Taishan didn’t bother to speak, instead rushing hurriedly toward the elevator.
The others followed suit.
Ding Qiuyu did not understand their conversation, but upon hearing that Zhou Yan’s life was in danger, she rushed forward a couple of steps, "Do you know where my son is, can you take me with you?"
Upon hearing this, Song Taishan glanced back at her, "This is a matter for the police, you’d better wait at home for news, Ms. Ding."
Ding Qiuyu was taken aback, forced to stop.
The elevator arrived quickly.
Song Taishan and Jiangli, along with the others, quickly left the Zhou family’s residence.
The group drove back to the school immediately.
All the way there, Zhong Mingda was anxious and apprehensive.
He glanced at Jiangli and Song Taishan in the backseat and front passenger seat, respectively, and felt a throbbing in his brow, "Could Zhou Yan... be in trouble?"
Song Taishan looked tense as well.
Only Jiangli, sitting in the back, was resting with her eyes closed, seemingly not worried at all.
Hearing this, Song Taishan looked at Jiangli and seeing her so composed, could only steel himself, "Let’s check the school first. If nothing has happened yet, and we set up a control, perhaps we can still prevent a homicide."
Upon hearing this, Zhong Mingda pressed the gas pedal even harder.
Jiangli and Xia Xin sat side by side in the backseat.
She kept her eyes closed, as if asleep.
Xia Xin listened to her steady breathing, but he could not calm his own heart.
The group soon arrived at the school.
Upon entering the school, Zhong Mingda looked at the vast campus and asked perplexedly, "The school is so big, how do we start searching, and from where?"
Jiangli gazed at the school’s several teaching buildings and suddenly said, "Xia Xin, you guys go find a high place to look."
Xia Xin instinctively nodded, but before he could finish saying okay, a flash of Spiritual Light passed through his mind, and he asked, "Ancestor, are you not coming with us?"
Jiangli lazily waved her hand, "You go ahead, I’ll look around here by myself, let’s split up."
Hearing this, the group did not overthink it and departed first.
After watching them leave, Jiangli looked up at the sky above the school and without another word, walked in the opposite direction.
In the small woods behind the school playground, chilly winds were howling at that moment.
"No, please, please let me go..."
A series of pitiful and painful screams, accompanied by the rustling of leaves, rose within the woods.
But it was as if no one around could hear them, leaving only a stark contrast of silence.
A young man lay on the ground, his face deathly pale, covered in dirt and dust, his arms slashed and bloodied, lying limply on the ground like two flaccid noodles.
His lips were cracked throughout, revealing lacerations oozing with blood, his eyes were bloodshot, filled with terror.
Before him stood a woman.
The woman’s hair was disheveled, Yin Energy swirling around her, her features obscured by the Yin Energy, completely indecipherable.
Only a pair of crimson eyes were visible, filled with fury and resentment, like two sharp blades scouring every inch of the man’s skin.