Nightmare Apostle

Chapter 214: Chapter 181: Good and Evil Will Be Rewarded

"Ah... Ahhh!!"

The woman clutched her belly as she slumped to the ground, her bloodstained fingers frantically scraping, seemingly trying to stuff her intestines that had spilled out back inside her.

The heart-wrenching screams and the sudden, chilling spectacle left everyone stunned. But right after, a brawny man wearing an army green work uniform had his shovel wrested from his grasp. The blood-smeared blade was twisted off and, under the man’s incredulous gaze, was driven into his head.

All this happened in a flash; as the battered body rose shakily to stand, the long-delayed judgement of nearly 20 years finally descended.

With a quiver across his face, his neck twisted, elongating, the features that belonged to "Xu Yu" vanished, replaced by a cream-colored suit and that strikingly memorable iron-blue face.

"It’s him! It’s him!!"

"He really came back!"

"Teacher Wang!!"

The crowd, who had been running amok and inflicting violence just moments before, were now scattering in every direction, flailing and trampling over one another like swine and dogs, their wails echoing continuously.

Some tried to resist with weapons in hand, but after witnessing a man in a floral shirt pinned down and his tongue brutally ripped out by a hand shoved into his mouth, all thoughts of resistance evaporated, leaving only fear.

The small classroom had turned into a battlefield of carnage, blood splattering in all directions, the cries tearing at the eardrums, with Teacher Wang swaying, stepping to a strange rhythm, accurately and swiftly reaping one life after another.

Yu Mi trembled with fright at the bloody scene, and even Song Yan, who claimed to be experienced with tough situations, turned deathly pale.

Now and then, splatters of blood mixed with bits of flesh flew towards them, the smell of blood so intense that they gagged repeatedly,

The woman who had conspired in spreading rumors that Xu Yu and the teacher were involved had half her face smashed in by a slap, then was lifted by the arm and a leg, and violently torn in half, like tearing a chicken apart. Teacher Wang’s methods were even more brutal than they could ever have imagined.

Aside from a few who were so scared they collapsed to the ground crawling, the rest rushed headlong towards the classroom door, but the flimsy wooden door seemed as if it were welded into the wall, unyielding to all attempts to open it. Desperate, a man smashed it with a shovel, quickly breaking the wood to pieces.

Seeing these beasts attempting to escape made Yu Mi panic, she cried out loudly, "Teacher Wang, the door, the door!!"

This outburst terrified Yang Xiao and Song Yan, who instinctively took control of Yu Mi, each holding one of her arms and quickly covering her mouth.

"Shut up! Do you wanna die?" Song Yan really wanted to knock her unconscious to avoid drawing Teacher Wang’s attention.

In their extremity, the men exhibited terrifying potential. The ruined door would not open, so several men rushed up and tore it completely down.

But the next second left them dumbstruck; behind the door was not the familiar corridor, but a wall.

A wall built of red bricks.

The sight before them defied their comprehension, no, everything they were experiencing now defied scientific explanation.

It seemed some were still not ready to give up, suspecting this to be a mere illusion. They swung their shovels furiously, bashing the wall as if possessed.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Crack!"

Someone had started, and in no time, shovels, hoes, sickles... various tools were smashing desperately against the stone wall, even sparking fire, but it was all in vain, the wall was far sturdier than imaginable.

With this route blocked, the people then surged towards the windows, clearly intending to escape by jumping out. Although this was a dangerous height, where likely more harm than good would come from jumping, staying meant certain death. Besides, there were different ways to die, and falling to death seemed preferable to falling into the hands of that ghost, after the gruesomely violent scenes they had just witnessed.

However, because of their position in the room, Yang Xiao, Song Yan, and the others were near the window. As the panicked crowd rushed towards them, Yang Xiao wisely stepped aside to make way.

How fortunes turn; just moments ago, it had been Yang Xiao and his group driven to this spot, and now it was these demons, ruthless as they were ruthless.

Yang Xiao wasn’t worried in the slightest that these people could escape. Everything, from the moment Teacher Wang pretended to be Xu Yu answering the phone, had been his plan, gathering these people here for a wholesale slaughter.

And Xu Yu was nowhere to be seen, which led Yang Xiao to guess that it was Teacher Wang’s way to protect her, to clear her of suspicion. Teacher Wang was dead, but he hoped Xu Yu could live on well.

As expected, the windows wouldn’t open either. The shovels and hoes that struck the clear glass didn’t even leave a mark.

Seeing there was no chance of escape, some began to show remorse, falling to their knees weeping bitterly, slapping themselves hard across the face while cursing Sun Shengnan and Xia Xiuyan, saying they had been misled by these people. They claimed to be simple and honest villagers pleading for Teacher Wang to give them a chance to start anew.

In Yang Xiao’s eyes, these people were not worth pitying at all. They were not repentant, just scared. If, 20 years ago, when serving as accomplices, even one among them, just one, had considered giving Teacher Wang a chance to live.

Good and evil will eventually be repaid.

The massacre behind him had ended, and not a single intact corpse remained on the ground. Stepping on the sticky blood, his feet made a squeaking noise as Teacher Wang walked toward them step by step.

The pace was neither fast nor slow, but the oppressive feeling it brought was immensely strong. The eyes beneath the blurred lenses radiated a chilling light. At the same time, this classroom had also changed. The white wall coating peeled away visibly fast, revealing the old walls painted with light green waterproof paint. The ceiling above had rotted away, turning into an old ceiling crisscrossed with long fluorescent tubes and old-style fans with protective covers. The changes to the podium were even more pronounced, with only a wooden podium remaining, along with a badly worn small blackboard.

Time seemed to have regressed, and they felt as though they had returned to 20 years ago. And this was the very classroom where Teacher Wang used to teach—and also where he hanged himself.

An even more terrifying scene unfolded as the corpses on the ground began to wriggle about, their screams, cries, and the scraping sounds of nails against the floor intertwining into a grisly chorus. freēwebnovel.com

Witnessing a scene akin to hell on Earth, Yu Mi felt his mind go blank. These people were clearly so dead they couldn’t be deader. One person had been torn apart, leaving only the top half of their body from the chest up, with intestines and internal organs scattered everywhere. Still, he was crawling on the ground.

Looking at the direction of the crawling, not far away, lay the lower half of a body.

The woman writhing in agony in the corner was even more horrifying, half her head smashed to pieces by a spade, yet she was still alive, issuing a desperate wail.

Not one was dead; every corpse had come back to life. The bodies struggled and wriggled on the ground like fat maggots. The scene was so ghastly it made one’s flesh creep.

The next second, a chill arose, and Yang Xiao understood that everyone dragged into this classroom was undying and indestructible. They could feel pain but could not be freed from it.

Teacher Wang did this on purpose. Merely killing them would let them off too easily. He intended to keep them in this classroom forever, educating them day after day. Teacher Wang was a teacher in life, nurturing through knowledge, and remained the same in death.

"What is this, adult education?" The thought popped incongruously into Yang Xiao’s mind.

As expected, not one of those pleading for mercy was spared. Heaven’s cycles are unforgiving. Twenty years ago, in this very classroom, the last moments of despair that Teacher Wang felt in his life were now repaid twofold to these perpetrators.

Among them, there were differences in their fates. The old man who had disguised himself as a police captain and had colluded with Sun Shengnan to trick Yang Xiao out of his camera met the most gruesome end.

Yang Xiao found it hard to describe the scene with words; let’s just say the straight-line distance between his left hand and right foot was roughly 7 meters.

Witnessing all this, the trio of Yang Xiao huddled together, backs against the wall, like students punished to stand in a corner, not daring to breathe too loudly.

After dealing with the last woman, Teacher Wang didn’t even glance at the trio of Yang Xiao. He turned around and walked toward a desk on the right side of the classroom.

Left foot, right foot, left foot, right foot... His feet never left the ground as they rubbed across the blood-soaked floor, leaving behind two winding trails.

The trio of Yang Xiao stared simultaneously towards the desk, their breathing becoming more rapid. From their angle, they could just make out several feet exposed beneath the desk.

Someone was hiding there.

It was Sun Shengnan and Xia Xiuyan.

These two were the main culprits; without them, the tragedy of Teacher Wang’s wrongful death would not have occurred, especially Sun Shengnan. Over the years, using the persona she crafted online, she had acted with impunity, inciting gender opposition, muddying the waters, and in so doing, amassed a fortune and fame. Her heart was venomous, her sins deserving of death.

Approaching the desk step by step, Teacher Wang extended a blood-stained hand and began writing on the desk, using his finger as a pen.

Yang Xiao craned his neck to see, initially expecting Teacher Wang to write something like ’unavenged injustices’ or ’words that kill’, but he was wrong. Teacher Wang’s handwriting was so ugly it looked like Ghost Talismans, indecipherable.

The scratching of his nails on the desk created a grating sound. The two hiding below trembled violently, not daring to make a noise.

The next second, Teacher Wang pounded his fist onto the desk. The seemingly sturdy desk instantly shattered to pieces. Sun Shengnan, reacting quickly, pushed the petrified Xia Xiuyan towards Teacher Wang.

"Teacher Wang, don’t kill me!!" Xia Xiuyan’s legs were so weak she could not even run. She could only cry out loudly for mercy, sobbing uncontrollably, "It was all her! She forced me... It was all her..."

While speaking, Xia Xiuyan suddenly froze, her hands clutching her throat, emitting a "heh heh" sound as her face gradually turned blue until she collapsed on the ground, her body convulsing unstoppably.

From Yang Xiao’s life experience, it seemed like she was suffocating.

Indeed, just as Xia Xiuyan was about to die from suffocation, her neck stretched, and she coughed up a Goose Egg Stone from her throat, landing with a crisp sound. Following that, Xia Xiuyan began to cough violently.

Coincidentally, the Goose Egg Stone rolled straight to Yang Xiao’s feet. He saw it clearly; the stone was scratched with the crooked inscription "The Boss."

This was Xia Xiuyan’s wishing stone.