Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Something Happened at Your Home
Translator: 549690339
Zhou Yuewen made tea in a most orderly manner and handed it to Huang Xiaolong. Huang Xiaolong took it without ceremony, then stood up and handed the tea to Song Yuru, “Honey, you must be thirsty. Here, have a drink first.’
“1-Jm—” Song Yuru took it casually, feeling somewhat odd. After all, it was tea that the principal himself had made.
Soon after, Zhou Yuewen summoned the heads of various departments in the campus.
The deputy party secretary, the dean of the academic affairs office, the head of security, and the vice-principal…
An emergency meeting was convened inside the principal’s office.
“Principal Zhou, what’s happening?” The deputy party secretary, a slightly plump middle-aged woman and the second in command in this campus, expressed her confusion towards Zhou Yuewen’s actions.
This was especially the case when she saw Huang Xiaolong and Song Yuru present, which greatly puzzled her.
“Er… everyone is here.” Zhou Yuewen, looking somewhat shocked, tried to compose himself quickly. He carefully chose his words, “Please listen carefully, the ghost from Dorm 508… it… it’s back.”
These words astonished all the members of the leadership team.
One should know, the haunted incidents of Dorm 508 had caused such a stir in the entire Binhai education sector. It shook everyone like an earthquake, only subsiding after the campus had closed down for two full years. Eventually, it was gradually forgotten.
But now? The ghost is back?
“Principal Zhou, this is serious. I would suggest not spreading rumors without evidence, otherwise, it might have a negative impact on our Binhai University, the magnitude of which we cannot foresee.” The face of the deputy party secretary was stern, her gaze cold. She didn’t hold back even though she was talking to the Principal.
Indeed, this issue was hard enough to suppress when it first came up. If old stories were brought up again, this campus would become unusable. Not even considering the hit to our reputation, the economic losses would be severe.
“Principal Zhou, as an intellectual, my belief is that… we shouldn’t encourage superstitious belief too much.” A vice-principal said with a pleasant smile. However, his tone suggested he didn’t quite agree with Zhou Yuewen’s alarmist perspective.
“Yes, we are all materialists. We shouldn’t entertain talk of ghosts and spirits. But… a few years ago, we did invite a master to perform a ritual in this campus after marking approval from the higher ups.” Zhou Yuewen retorted.
“Hehe, Principal Zhou, the purpose of performing such rituals is merely to seek psychological comfort, merely a formality. This is the only way to quell gossip. You didn’t take it at face value, did you?” The deputy party secretary shook her head. “We, as scholars, should stick to reality. Ghosts and spirits are just figments of the imagination of idle people. If we believe in such things, they will make us restless, disrupt our life and even make us sick… ‘
“Yes, Principal Zhou.” The head of security also spoke. “Assuming the existence of ghosts and spirits, our campus has been sealed off for two years. Any ghosts and spirits would have been set free. Hence, our priority should be to focus on education and cultivate more talent for our country.”
The school leaders began a heated discussion. Surprisingly, not a single person stood on Zhou Yuewen’s side. All of them were opposing his views, leaving Zhou Yuewen feeling embarrassed and helpless.
Just then….
“Hahaha– what a bunch of ignorant people.” A lazy voice interspersed with a hint of mockery spoke in a leisurely manner. “Is everything unseen or misunderstood by you considered superstitious? Interesting.”
“What?”
Everyone turned to look at the source of the sound.
They saw a guy, dressed like a typical rural boy, sitting with his legs crossed and a ridiculing expression on his face.
Song Yuru sits nervously next to him, blushing and keeping her head low.
The speaker was naturally Huang Xiaolong.
‘It seems like, without showing some skills today, these old stubborn people will not believe the ghost story of Dorm 508.’
Huang Xiaolong thought to himself.
“Who are you? What are you doing here boasting so arrogantly?” The deputy party secretary was the first to lose her temper.
“Principal Zhou, who is this uneducated farmer and why did you invite him to this meeting? Who is he exactly? Is he a student of our university?” A vice-principal even questioned.
“Err…Err…Everyone, please calm down. This little master here is very skilled.” Zhou Yuewen hastily said. “He’s very special in terms of exorcising ghosts and suppressing evil.”
A witch doctor?!
Everyone present was clear. Damn, this peasant boy turned out to be a witch doctor!
“Absurd!” The deputy party secretary’s face reddened with anger. Then, speaking from the bottom of her heart, she said. “Old Zhou, we’ve always admired your work. But today, what on earth got into you? Were you fooled by this young peasant?”
“Little Master, why don’t you explain.” Zhou Yuewen wiped his sweat and passed the buck to Huang Xiaolong.
“To put it simply,” Huang Xiaolong began to explain, “Ten years ago, the unsolved case of the dismembered body in Dorm 508 led the guilty party escape. Hence, the resentment of the deceased never dissipated, preventing him from reincarnating and turning him into an evil spirit. Ten years on, the resentment has grown stronger. If not eliminated…hehe…this campus will become a den of ghosts, strewn with corpses.”
“Also, the so-called masters who performed rituals in this campus a few years ago, they were all charlatans. The closure of two years was nothing but a tall tale.” Huang Xiaolong gave a crooked smile.
Of everyone present, besides Song Yuru, only Zhou Yuewen believed in Huang Xiaolong, as Huang Xiaolong had given him a very accurate face reading.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please believe in what the little master has said. In matters like this, it’s always better to believe it’s true than dismiss it as false. Imagine if, as the little master has said, our campus turns into a den of ghosts, then… then it would be too late even for damage control!” Zhou Yuewen pleaded with the leadership team.
“A den of ghosts?” The deputy party secretary chuckled coldly. “Young man, give you a little space, and you really can make up some tall tales, don’t you? A den of ghosts? Scattered with corpses? You must be writing ghost stories!”
“Most campuses were originally a mess of graves, teeming with gloomy energy. The evil spirit from Dorm 508 was nurtured in this environment. Plus it has killed people…” Huang Xiaolong estimated, “Hmm, three months. If the spirit is not dealt with within three months, fatalities will gradually begin to occur in this campus.”
“Enough! I’ve had enough of your nonsense!” The deputy party secretary was fuming, her face red with anger, and she pounded the table as she stood up. “I’ve been a scholar since I was a kid, reading books all the way up to my doctorate. You surely don’t think, you, a country boy, can bamboozle me, can you? You think too highly of yourself!”
“Oh…” Huang Xiaolong squinted slightly, studying the middle-aged woman in front of him. After a few seconds, he said. “Auntie, don’t be so irritable…Sit down, sit down first. I gave you a face reading just now. If I’m not mistaken, something happened…in your family. It’s making you irritable, and causing you to hit menopause several years earlier than usual, making your temper increasingly worse.”
At his words, the deputy party secretary, who had been preparing to leave indignantly, froze. With a strange look in her eyes, she stared at Huang Xiaolong. “You…you…how do you know?”
“Hahahaha–Auntie, sit down first.” Huang Xiaolong replied with a slight smile.
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