(Part 1)
Mi Xinjia looked at Xue Wei's smiling face, and memories that had been suppressed deep within her heart for many years slowly emerged.
It was when she first entered junior high school, transferring from a remote mountain village to an affluent town's middle school.
Although it was just a small town, the students in the town school looked down on those who came from poor mountain villages like her.
There were five such impoverished students in their class.
They were ostracized.
The more they felt inferior, the less they resisted. The more those people ostracized them, and even a few nasty classmates would directly resort to violence.
Later, the privileged children came up with a cruel game.
During lunch break, the classroom door was closed, curtains drawn, and a few tables in the middle of the classroom were pushed together.
The five of them were forced to sit in a circle, on the tables in the middle of the classroom, as if they were about to perform a private show for the entire class.
"Starting from Mi Xinjia, everyone slaps the classmate on their right, on the face, like this..."
*Smack!*
That girl forcefully slapped Mi Xinjia, "The slap must be loud, and the face must turn red."
"Otherwise, for the person who didn't use enough force, we'll teach them together."
That lunchtime was the most painful memory of Mi Xinjia's life.
They sat at the tables, each one slapping the other.
If someone didn't hit hard enough or loud enough, two boys watching would "teach" them how to slap.
No one dared to hold back.
*Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!...*
The classroom echoed with the loud sound of slapping faces.
Girls cried while hitting each other, lowering their heads with tears falling.
They were the only five people in the class who lived on campus, the ones who comforted each other and licked each other's wounds outside the dormitory door, and now, they were slapping each other's faces in desperation.
What shattered was not only the corners of their mouths but also their self-esteem and the bright fantasies they had about the world.
Surrounded by indifferent classmates, they endured the ordeal.
And those who were unwilling to watch buried their faces in books, as if by doing so, they could avoid seeing and hearing, and wouldn't have to care, making them good people.
Several people who forced them stood there, delighted to see them, laughing heartily at their tears and snot.
Slowly, they merged with the image of Xue Wei in front of her.
Mi Xinjia's eyes were blazing with fierce fire, trembling all over. "On what grounds do you demand this from us? We won't comply!"
Xue Wei smiled, "Not complying? Are you feeling guilty?"
She glanced at her, then shifted her gaze back to her own fingers, looking at the purple-red nails. "Don't think that just because the rules in this instance prevent me from killing you, you are safe and can resist my commands."
"Do you think I can't attract corpses to you in the future instances you enter?"
"Do you think you won't encounter members of the Yongming Guild in every instance you enter? Is that possibility low?"
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Salted Fish Zombie
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