Chapter 3: Don't be afraid, I'm not a ghost

“Yu Shi, I heard Chu Muyue is coming to school today. Did you know?” Huang Yaru walked beside Hong Yushi, her face full of anxiety.

Xie Jiarong also nodded, her hands clenched tightly into fists in worry, her expression flustered. “Yeah, if Chu Muyue comes to school, will she tell the teachers that we were the ones who pushed her off the cliff?”

Hong Yushi cast a disdainful and mocking glance at Xie Jiarong and Huang Yaru. “What is there to be afraid of?”

“But…” Xie Jiarong wanted to say more, but was interrupted by Hong Yushi.

“If she wanted to report us, she would have done it long ago. What we did was attempted murder; if she wanted revenge, she wouldn’t go to the teachers, she would call the police!” Hong Yushi snorted triumphantly. “She hasn’t called the police yet, which naturally means she knows she has no evidence to prove that we were the ones who pushed her off the cliff!”

It was precisely because there was no evidence that Hong Yushi felt so righteous and lacked even a shred of guilt.

However, Xie Jiarong and Huang Yaru seemed to be doing something like this for the first time, and they were very flustered and anxious.

Now, hearing Hong Yushi put it this way, they nodded in agreement, their moods easing slightly.

But what they didn’t know was that Hong Yushi was also feeling some worry and fear inside. This was her first time committing such an act of murder, even if it was only attempted murder.

“Alright, let’s hurry to the classroom!” Hong Yushi quickly urged Xie Jiarong and Huang Yaru, hiding her own guilty conscience. “No matter what, you cannot show any panic in front of Chu Muyue, understand?”

“Understood!” Xie Jiarong and Huang Yaru nodded.

However, just at that moment, a familiar yet demonic voice reached the ears of the three. “Are you talking about me?”

The three of them stiffened as they turned around. Seeing the person standing behind them, they let out a startled cry and collectively stumbled back a few steps.

Chu Muyue chuckled, looking at the guilty and terrified trio with amusement, and comforted them softly, “I’m not a ghost, don’t be afraid!”

The soft voice felt like a specter, giving off an eerie sensation that made all three of them shiver.

But Hong Yushi, the boldest of the three, quickly regained her composure and walked angrily up to Chu Muyue. “Chu… Chu Muyue, are you looking for death? How dare you scare me!”

With that, she raised her hand, intending to slap Chu Muyue hard across the face.

*Slap.* But it wasn’t the sound of Hong Yushi hitting Chu Muyue’s face; it was the sound of Chu Muyue catching Hong Yushi’s wrist, preventing the slap from landing.

Hong Yushi tried to pull her hand away from Chu Muyue’s grip, but she found that her wrist felt as if it were clamped in iron pliers; she couldn’t pull it out at all.

“You… what are you doing? Let go of me! Let go!” Hong Yushi felt a sharp pain in her wrist and hurriedly shouted orders at Chu Muyue.

Chu Muyue chuckled, released Hong Yushi’s wrist, and flicked her finger against it.

Hong Yushi stumbled back a few steps, only stopping when she bumped into Xie Jiarong and the other girl. She clutched her right hand with her left, feeling a numbing sensation in her right hand as if it no longer belonged to her, and looked up at Chu Muyue in terror.

“You… what did you do to my hand!” Hong Yushi questioned, her voice trembling.

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you here!” Chu Muyue chuckled, looking at the panicked and fearful Hong Yushi with mockery.