My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World-Chapter 116: Yucai Middle School 17

"Yes, Principal," Zhang Minglan said.

"Afterward, I sent in two students, and today they came out unharmed. Ms. Wan even reminded me that we should renovate the restroom when possible. It looks like the thing inside is truly gone."

The principal's fat trembled so violently he almost lost his balance. Before returning, the director of the Education Bureau had asked him during the meeting whether that thing in the restroom was still there!

"Quick—take me there, now!"

Zhang Minglan couldn't help feeling puzzled. Wasn't it a good thing that the thing was gone? But judging by the principal's expression, he didn't seem all that happy.

Could it be that the thing had lingered at Yucai High for so long... that the principal had grown attached to it?

The principal didn't even need Zhang Minglan to lead the way. His whole body of fat trembled as he charged forward, belly round like that of a woman nine months pregnant, he half-ran, half-stumbled toward the school building. 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

The security guard at the gate saw the principal approaching and was about to greet him— but before he could even raise his hand, the principal had already dashed past like a gust of wind.

The guard awkwardly lowered his hand.

"Eh, the principal sure is... uh, full of energy," the security guard muttered awkwardly, scratching his head before turning back toward the security booth.

The principal, meanwhile, was sprinting full speed toward the teachers' office building restroom. For the first time, the dark, gaping restroom didn't press down on him with its usual suffocating sense of dread.

Zhang Minglan, as the dean of students, knew little about the truth. She only knew that something powerful resided inside that restroom—but not exactly what it was.

That thing had appeared at Yucai Middle School long before she became dean of students. It hadn't been there since the school's founding, but ever since its arrival, two or three principals had come and gone. Every one of them had been powerless against it.

The school had even reported the matter to the Education Bureau.

But the Bureau's reply was chilling — the principal was to regularly offer students as sacrifices and do his best to appease it.

Since then, the Bureau would occasionally check in, asking whether that thing was still staying quietly inside the restroom of Yucai Middle School.

The principal still remembered—back when he was only a vice principal— there had been a student named Yue Yunting who once asked him if he wanted to become the official principal.

Not long after that, the then-principal accidentally entered the restroom and never came out again.

Naturally, he succeeded the position and became the new principal of Yucai Middle School.

That same student, Yue Yunting, became the first one from the school to receive a guaranteed admission to university.

Now, standing at the restroom door, the principal could no longer sense that thing's presence inside.

He hesitated for a moment, then stepped into the restroom.

"Gone—it's all gone! Everything's gone!"

By the time Zhang Minglan caught up, she found the principal collapsed on the floor, all his fat compressed into a quivering mass, sobbing like a five-hundred-pound child.

There was no longer the faintest stench in the air. Only the faint fragrance of incense, lit in every stall, lingered softly.

The darkness, too, was gone—the lights he'd turned on illuminated every corner, their glow no longer devoured by shadows.

The restroom looked utterly ordinary. Each stall stood in neat order; the old squat toilets were stained with age but still much cleaner than most public restrooms.

Too clean. So clean that there was no trace—no residual aura—of the terror that had once resided here.

"Gone! All gone!" the principal wept bitterly. "How am I supposed to explain this to the Bureau Chief?!"

To him, that thing wasn't just a troublesome presence he couldn't control— it was a valuable asset nurtured by the Education Bureau itself, right here at Yucai Middle School.

And because of its peculiar nature, even the Bureau didn't dare handle it rashly.

Otherwise, why wouldn't they have just taken it away?

And now—it had vanished, completely!

"P-Principal?" Zhang Minglan crouched beside him carefully. "What's gone?"

The principal suddenly remembered something and grabbed her by the collar.

"How did it disappear? Tell me—how did it vanish? Was it after Ms. Wan went in?"

Zhang Minglan blinked, then realized what he meant.

She answered honestly, leaving nothing out: "Yes. Ms. Wan stayed inside for quite a while before coming out. When she did, she looked perfectly fine and just said the restroom was too old and should be renovated."

Hearing that, the principal gradually calmed down. The folds of fat on his face twitched as his swollen eyelids narrowed thoughtfully.

This was definitely no coincidence. Ms. Wan must have done it deliberately!

Otherwise, why would she make a point of telling Zhang Minglan those words? Wasn't that her way of hinting that she had eliminated the thing inside?

The principal sank into deep thought. Someone capable of becoming the owner of Dark Farm was certainly not a person without schemes.

Every move she made must carry meaning.

The principal thought about how much importance the Education Bureau's director had placed on that thing in the restroom.

Could it be that Ms. Wan shared the same goal as the Bureau's director—only she had acted ahead of time?

But wasn't she afraid of offending the Education Bureau by doing so? Or perhaps... Ms. Wan simply didn't care?

The more the principal thought about it, the more likely that seemed.

That thing had been kept in Yucai Middle School for so long, and even the Bureau had never dared to touch it lightly.

Yet Ms. Wan had not only dared to act but had done it so cleanly and decisively.

That could only mean one thing—Ms. Wan possessed remarkable power, far surpassing that of the Bureau itself.

And the fact that she didn't erase her tracks but instead told the Dean of Students afterward— that, too, was a deliberate act.

When she clearly could have finished everything quietly without alerting anyone at Yucai, showed that her goal wasn't merely that thing in the restroom— it was Yucai Middle School itself.

Ms. Wan's actions were a statement of power, a declaration of how formidable she truly was.

Two birds with one stone—brilliant!