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Zhou Lin's face was extremely dark. He stared at Teacher Yang, wishing he could eat him alive. "I advise you to think it over carefully before you speak."

"Even if I killed the man, I am still a minor. The worst that can happen is that I can stay in prison for a while and then find an opportunity to do meritorious service. Don't forget who my uncle is. You know I am not exaggerating.

But I can come out, but you may not be able to!"

Ai Yue also came back to her senses at this time. She looked at Teacher Yang with a warning: "That's right, we will not cover up the fact that you raped Yu Ling anymore. We promised to wipe your file clean before, and it is impossible for you to teach somewhere else.

You can just wait to die in jail or be shot!"

Teacher Yang's face was pale. He pointed at Zhou Lin, Ai Yue and others, his lips trembling. After a while, he covered his head and slowly squatted down.

Then Zhou Lin turned his gaze to the little followers beside him, and the girls lowered their heads one after another.

"What should we do now?"

Looking at Yu Ling's body lying on the side, Ai Yue was a little scared, and she hurriedly looked at Zhou Lin.

Zhou Lin pursed his lips and said, "Buried."

Then several people dug a hole in the woods, intending to bury Yu Ling on the spot. Zhou Lin got the tools from a warehouse not far ahead. After they dug the hole, they lifted Yu Ling up and threw him in.

While lifting the body, the hairpin on Yu Ling's head was knocked off and rolled into the grass nearby. The camera recorded the entire process of Zhou Lin and his companions killing and burying the body.

Several people were sweating profusely. After burying Yu Ling, Zhou Lin warned the others again, and then they left in a hurry.

Seeing this, Han Chuan was still a little confused: "The person was buried like this? Then why did they dismember the body? Could it be that one of them was worried and came back to do it later?"

If that's true, it's too perverted.

Keep watching, the video doesn't seem to be finished yet.

Xiao Jin fast-forwarded the middle part and looked at the situation outside. The sky got brighter and then darker, and this cycle repeated for three days until someone suddenly broke into the land in front of him.

A figure with disheveled hair stumbled into the woods. In the darkness, she seemed to be holding something in her hand.

The light of the flashlight swept around in the woods, and Xiao Jin and his companions turned their sight and saw clearly the appearance of the person who came.

She was a woman with an extremely haggard face. She looked 50% similar to Yu Ling. Her eye sockets were slightly sunken and her whole body revealed an indescribable fatigue and sadness.

Her carefully styled curly hair was unusually messy, casually scattered on her shoulders. Her skin had lost its former luster, but it still couldn't hide the gentleness and elegance she once had. She had a good figure, and it was obvious that she had never neglected her maintenance.

At this moment, the woman was wearing a black velvet long skirt. The fabric of the skirt was delicate and soft, but there were many discordant wrinkles on it. The corners of the hem were stained with some dirt that came from nowhere.

In the dim and depressing environment of the video, Xiao Jin's eyes were deeply attracted by the candlestick tightly held in the woman's hand. It was a rather old candlestick, and the years had left mottled marks on it. The gilded surface was no longer as glorious as it once was, and the dark material looked more stable under the weak light.

At this moment, a candle was burning quietly on the candlestick. What was different from usual was that the flame was a rare green color, like a ghost's eye, flashing an eerie and mysterious light in the darkness, adding a somewhat eerie atmosphere to the scene.

It's really interesting. He was holding a flashlight in his hand, but he still went to the trouble of lighting a candle.

has a problem! !

Not only Xiao Jin, but Wu Tianjin and Han Chuan beside him also noticed it.

As the video slowly progressed, the details gradually became clear. The wind tonight was not as gentle as usual. It blew through the forest wantonly, rolling up and dropping leaves. However, the candle was unusually strong. The green flame did not tremble at all. Instead, it seemed to be protected by an invisible force and burned steadily.

Then, the woman held the candlestick in front of her, closed her eyes, moved her lips, and murmured an ancient and obscure spell. With each syllable she uttered, the wind in the air became stronger and stronger, and Han Chuan outside couldn't help but hold his breath and concentrate.

"Hey!" Wu Tianjin suddenly pointed at the screen and said, "Look at her hand."

In the dim and swaying light, the woman's left hand was seen tightly grasping the candlestick, but it was not a pair of intact hands - on the back of her hand, a sharp thorn pierced through her skin.

Blood gushed out from the black hole and flowed slowly along the sharp thorns. Part of it was absorbed by the candlestick, and the other part dyed her fingers red and dripped onto the ground, blooming into shocking blood flowers.

However, even in such severe pain, the woman's face did not waver in the slightest. There was a hint of madness in her eyes as she stared intently at the candle in her hand.

At this moment, as the spell paused, the candlestick flickered, and the green flame that had not moved before suddenly tilted in direction.

The woman suddenly turned her head, her eyes as sharp as torches, pointing directly in the direction of the flickering flames. Xiao Jin and others outside the video could see clearly that that was exactly where Yu Ling's body was.

At this moment, a coincidence of fate made the surveillance camera's field of view and the dark soil form a straight line. For a moment, everyone in the conference room seemed to have an illusion that the woman was actually staring at them.

The other party's creepy look made Han Chuan hug his arms silently.

Then the woman came running over, her eyes fixed on the newly turned earth. As if she had thought of something, she slowly put down the candlestick she was holding tightly in her hand. The candlelight swayed in the wind, illuminating her wailing, pale face.

The woman frantically dug at the ground with her hands, the blood on her palms intertwined with the black soil. As the surrounding mounds grew higher and higher, the familiar face gradually appeared before her eyes, and the woman let out a heart-wrenching wail.

The voice penetrated the silence of the night. The mixture of tears and sweat blurred her vision, but it clearly expressed the resentment and sorrow in it.

"Ahhhh, who? Who is it?"

The woman held Yu Ling's head: "Wuwuwu~ Be good, get up and look at your mother. It's your mother's fault. Please, don't sleep, don't sleep..."

In front of the meeting room, Han Chuan and Wu Tianjin couldn't bear to watch, and Xiao Jin lowered his eyes silently.

After a while, the woman stopped crying. She drew something on Yu Ling's head with her bloody fingers. The camera faithfully recorded the whole process.

After seeing the pattern clearly, Xiao Jin's heart moved slightly.

The woman drew a magic circle on Yu Ling's head with blood. Xiao Jin felt that the pattern was very familiar. There was also a magic circle drawn on the altar on the top floor of the women's dormitory. The two looked somewhat similar, but there were some subtle changes.

Could it be that the altar was also set up by Yu Ling’s mother?