121: Helen Sullivan

Countless black auras surged in like a tide from all directions.

Meanwhile, a mournful, drawn-out howl faintly echoed from the room where the letter had just been slipped in.

This long howl seemed like an emotional release, sending chills down the spine.

Immediately afterward, a mass of black mist trickled out from the crack beneath the door, spreading rapidly like a thin layer of fog to every corner of the second-floor corridor.

Although it was still noon and the sun was high, for some unknown reason, the sunlight seemed to be completely blocked.

The light in the hallway gradually dimmed and twisted into an extremely bizarre shape.

The commotion in the corridor intensified. Robert's tragic death acted like a fuse, completely igniting the Miss Evil Spirit that had been lurking in the teachers' dormitory for a long time.

In just this brief moment, over a dozen pale shadows drifted swiftly along the black currents.

Each of them was wearing the student uniform of James Girls School, their bodies askew, their clothes covered in stains and bloodstains.

In their cold, numb eyes, only the deepest terror remained, like the last trace of "humanity."

"Celeste Aklade, Constance Rachel, Rosemarie Edith..."

Several pale faces gradually emerged, corresponding one by one to the victim photos provided by the Y Country police to the underworld app.

Every face was so familiar, yet so strange.

Ming Xuan gently swiped her finger, slowly wiping away the black mist in front of her.

"Ghost Blinding!" she whispered, her tone carrying a hint of mockery.

"Miss Evil Spirit, this move is useless against us Ghost Messengers!" You Lin smiled faintly, revealing a cunning grin.

He glanced out the window from the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth slightly raised. "The Little Boss finally decided to come out, but is still a bit timid, actually using puppets to test things first."

"Timid?"

As large amounts of black aura rolled and surged in the corridor, the figure of a woman in professional attire quietly appeared.

She stood quietly at the doorway of the room where Robert had just delivered the letter.

A head of smooth blonde hair cascaded down like a waterfall, yet it couldn't conceal her badly fractured forehead, which looked as if it had been violently smashed by a heavy object.

Bright red blood gushed out, sliding down her cheek and dripping onto the floor, making a crisp, heart-pounding tick-tock sound.

Every drop of fresh blood was like a curse, spreading rapidly and forming wisps of light red resentment.

The entire floor was stained dark red, resembling a huge blood-colored carpet.

Helen Sullivan—the female teacher Robert was engaged to, and the first person to tragically pass away after his suicide by hanging.

However, Helen's accidental death...

...truly drew the curtain on the ensuing series of bizarre deaths.

"A Mid-Fourth Rank Evil Spirit! Her strength exceeds expectations!"

Ming Xuan was secretly startled, and her gaze sharpened. She gently moved her feet, approaching Helen.

"You Lin, step back. Let me handle this; you are not her match." Ming Xuan instructed in a low voice.

"Understood, Sister Xuan."

"You can definitely do it! Your Little Brother will clap and cheer for you!"

You Lin responded flatteringly, then leaped out the window and found a place to hide.

Helen spoke in a hoarse voice: "Miss Ghost Messenger, are you here to seek justice for those bad female students who framed and hired others to cyberbully teachers?"

"I regret to inform you that my duty is merely to capture ghosts, and does not involve judgment." Ming Xuan tightly gripped the soul locking chain in her hand, preparing for battle.

"Aaaah... you all deserve to die!"

Helen Sullivan's face was ferocious as she manipulated Celeste Aklade and the others, attacking Ming Xuan from different directions like hungry tigers pouncing on prey.

Ming Xuan's eyes narrowed. She sidestepped Celeste Aklade's attack, then swung the soul locking chain, smashing it fiercely toward Rosemarie Edith.

The chain sliced through the air, rubbing violently against the atmosphere and making a "kaka" sound.

Rosemarie Edith easily dodged the blow. As she moved her hands, countless black auras gathered into a mass in her grasp.

With a gentle wave, a black shockwave rushed toward Ming Xuan with fierce momentum.

Ming Xuan dared not be careless. She quickly threw out a Ghost Shielding Talisman, chanting under her breath: "Humans blocked by layers of paper, ghosts blocked by mountains, thousands of evils cannot manifest, ten thousand evils cannot break through..."

The talisman instantly grew larger, transforming into a shield that blocked the shockwave attack. However, the powerful impact still forced Ming Xuan back several steps.

"A little interesting..." The corner of Ming Xuan's lip curled up slightly, and a flicker of excitement flashed in her eyes. Facing the Miss Evil Ghost, she showed no fear; instead, her fighting spirit soared.

[How fun! It's been a long time since I've had such a satisfying fight!]

"Why, why, why... won't you let us go? What exactly did Robert and I do wrong?" Helen's voice trembled, filled with endless pain and despair.

Her back was stiff, and her fingers were clenched tightly, as if trying to grasp the last shred of hope.

"You did nothing wrong. The fault lies with them." Ming Xuan's tone was firm and decisive.

"I apologize, but duty calls. Ghosts who have killed should not remain in the world."

"Hahaha..."

A low, terrifying laugh erupted from Helen's throat—containing endless resentment and unwillingness.

Ming Xuan took a deep breath, a complex expression flashing across her eyes.

She raised the soul locking chain again, and several streams of Spiritual Energy shot out from the chain.

Every stream of Spiritual Energy flew accurately toward its target.

After leaving her hand, several streams of Spiritual Energy pierced the heads of Constance Rachel and the others who were drifting toward them with exceptional precision, killing these puppets instantly.

Edith, however, seemed slightly more agile than the other puppets, cautiously evading the Spiritual Energy attacks.

It wasn't until the seventh stream of Spiritual Energy that she was finally shot through the center of her brow.

Driven by inertia, the fragmented Spiritual Body rushed forward a few steps, but like a headless fly, it slammed head-on into the wall.

The sound of the impact was crisp and loud, echoing in the silent corridor.

The collision caused the entire corridor to shake slightly, and the Spiritual Body instantly dissolved into a cluster of light particles, vanishing into the air.

Another few wisps of black aura submerged into the ghost messenger token, and the token trembled a few times.

[This master Pai Pai is sticking with her; it's another hearty meal.]

Ming Xuan gently patted the token, softly signaling it to be quiet. "Stop eating, be careful not to burst your Little Tummy."

The token moved restlessly three times, like a mischievous child.

"You mean that since you're full, it's hard to digest, and you want me to use a Killing Move to defeat her instantly? Is that right?"

The token moved once, as if nodding in affirmation.

"Alright, alright! I understand."

"I'll use the Killing Move to instantly kill her later. It's safer to consume some resentment first."