From the mouth of Baishitong, I finally learned the cause of Zhu Ye's death.

Zhu Ye's death was quite unjust. Last year, there was an incident at Zhenyi High School. It was a completely accidental occurrence during recess when a large number of students were walking downstairs. Someone slipped on the stairs, setting off a chain reaction like the butterfly effect. Chaos ensued in the hallway, with students continuously falling. Zhu Ye was among them. As the students trampled over each other, by the time the teachers arrived to evacuate the students, Zhu Ye had already stopped breathing.

In reality, that day, at least twenty or thirty students were trampled. Zhu Ye was just unlucky, being the only one who lost his life.

Perhaps it was fate. If death comes knocking at midnight, who would dare to keep you until dawn?

I had just returned to my own dormitory when suddenly someone punched me in the face.

I fell to the ground, stars spinning around me.

In a dazed state, I saw Lord Long lift his foot and step on my head while pointing at me, saying, "The Discipline Office asked you to get a haircut, but you didn't go. Now they're causing trouble for me, the disciplinary committee member. Damn it, don't you guys have any respect for Lord Long?"

Chubby was also beaten up, held captive by two of Lord Long's lackeys.

Chubby wore a pained expression as he said, "Lord Long, we already got haircuts. We went to F4 to get them, and our hair already meets the regulations. The Discipline Office hasn't come looking for us!"

"Damn it, still trying to talk back!" Lord Long turned around and punched Chubby in the stomach, causing him to vomit gastric acid.

Lord Long nodded at his lackeys, instructing them to take me and Chubby to the barber shop across the street.

As soon as I heard that they were taking us to the barber shop to get our haircuts, I was instantly alarmed. I struggled to get up from the ground, refusing to go no matter what.

Lord Long and his lackeys ganged up on me, beating me mercilessly.

Facing several people attacking me, I had almost no strength to resist and was quickly knocked down to the ground, blood flowing from my mouth and nose.

In a dazed state, Chubby and I were forcefully dragged by Lord Long and his group to the barber shop across the street.

The barber shop still exuded an eerie atmosphere. Lord Long kicked us a few times as a warning to behave, then happily extended his hand to the barber, demanding payment, "Boss, I brought you these guys, now pay up!"

The barber took out a one hundred yuan bill and handed it to Lord Long, who flicked the banknote with his finger, gleefully saying, "Let's go, guys, I'll treat everyone to some drinks!"

Lord Long left with his brothers, and that was when Chubby and I realized that accusing us of having improper hairstyles was just an excuse. The barber had given Lord Long a bribe to bring us to the barber shop.

Why did the barber target Chubby and me?

Could it be that he discovered what we did in the room last night?

The barber took out a prepared rope and tied Chubby and me to the chairs.

I struggled but couldn't move at all.

Chubby was terrified and asked the barber loudly what he was going to do.

The barber opened his toolbox and said coldly, "Your hairstyles are not up to standard. I'll help you get new haircuts!"

Chubby cried out in fear, "I don't want a haircut! I don't want a haircut! I don't want to die!"

The barber glanced at Chubby, then turned to look at me. "You two are indeed different. It seems you already know something. That day, when you were getting haircuts, you suddenly found an excuse to run away. I knew you weren't ordinary students!"

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Since the barber had brought it up, I decided to be direct and asked, "Who is Zhu Ye to you? What is your relationship with him?"

The barber's trembling hands holding the tools betrayed a hint of pain in his expression.

The barber said with a sinister tone, "You know too much!"

Chubby, that coward, looking like he was about to wet himself, spoke in a weepy voice, "I don't know anything. I really don't know anything about Zhu Ye's ** in the room..."

I looked at Chubby in complete disbelief. Wasn't this guy spilling the beans about everything? What a **!

Chubby probably realized he said the wrong thing, his face filled with embarrassment, turning red.

The barber coldly said, "There's no need for you to say anything. I also know that you came here last night. There are obvious footprints on the window. If they weren't yours, then whose could they be?"

"I... I... I..." Chubby stuttered, trying to make excuses. "Yang Cheng and I were playing ** and somehow ended up hiding at your place. Sorry for the disturbance!"

I bit my lip, angrily saying, "Zhu Ye's death was just an accident. Why do you make innocent students pay for it? Moreover, defying fate and altering destiny will incur divine retribution! And ** and unlawful detention are also crimes with severe consequences. Release us immediately, or I'll call the police to arrest you!"

"Divine retribution?! Haha!" The barber laughed coldly twice, and his smile quickly froze. His voice was filled with intense anger as he said, "I never believe in divine retribution. I only believe that destiny is in our own hands!"

The barber took a black robe off the wall and tied it around Chubby's neck. The yin-yang pattern on the robe was striking.

The barber then took out his razor and rubbed it back and forth on the belt, saying, "Just ten more people, and I can bring Xiao Ye back to life. Thank you for your help!"

I heard the barber call Zhu Ye "Xiao Ye," a very intimate address, indicating an extraordinary relationship between the barber and Zhu Ye.

"Who exactly is Zhu Ye to you?" I couldn't help but ask again.

"I am Zhu Changsheng, and Zhu Ye is my son!" The barber spoke while not letting his hands idle, cutting off a strand of Chubby's hair.

Chubby cried out in fear, "Please, spare me. I'm already a short-lived ghost with limited life span. If you really need to borrow yang energy, can't you borrow from Yang Cheng first? He has a strong flame and plenty of yang energy. Borrowing a bit from him shouldn't have any impact!"

Damn it, this cowardly Chubby! He sure is "loyal"!

I was shocked to learn that the deceased Zhu Ye was Zhu Changsheng's son. This explained why Zhu Changsheng went to such great lengths to "shave yin and prolong life" for Zhu Ye!

Chubby's cries annoyed Zhu Changsheng, who threatened Chubby with a cold tone, "If you keep making noise, I'll cut off your tongue so that you can never speak again!"

Hearing this, Chubby quickly closed his mouth, remaining silent.

The barber shop was quiet, only filled with the sound of the razor. Zhu Changsheng was skillful at his craft, shaving quickly and precisely. If it weren't for his yin-yang prolonging life practices, I would have been happy to get a haircut from him.

Chubby wore a mournful expression, trembling all over, like a pig waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.