Chu Xianghan's uneasiness in his heart was inexplicably amplified.

She looked at Cheng Fan in confusion.

Did the young man in front of him go on that path like her?

She didn't know, she was very curious.

But no matter what, she has to give a positive answer first.

"Yes, I should be punished."

"Classmate, are you, your friend..."

Cheng Fan took out a photo out of thin air and put it in front of her.

This was taken by the police officers who collected evidence at the scene at Zhuang Feifei's home.

"This is……"

Chu Xianghan's pupils shrank violently, and his heart felt cold.

He quickly covered his mouth and retching.

She saw the girl in the photo hanging under the ceiling fan, her limbs weak

"She is your faithful believer."

"Because of your messages, this 16-year-old girl left only a handwritten suicide note and passed away."

"There are also men who committed suicide by lying on the track, and... do you want me to repeat them one by one?"

Chu Xianghan felt cold all over her body. She tried her best to hide her horrified gaze and pretended to be dizzy.

"Student, why can't I understand what you are saying?"

"Aren't we talking about cause and effect?"

"Your pace is too fast. The teacher is old and the four of you can't keep up with you."

Hearing Chu Xianghan's words, Cheng Fan shook his head lightly.

"You also said that good and evil cannot be defeated, and you should taste the consequences."

"You know my purpose, and you know everything. There are only two of us here. Do you still want to continue playing the puzzle?"

Chu Xianghan's eyes fell on Cheng Fan and looked up and down.

The chill in her heart was everywhere, and she didn't dare to speak nonsense.

It was because she was worried that Cheng Fan had brought recording equipment on her body and deliberately led her to get into a trap.

Cheng Fan seemed to know what she was thinking.

"No recording, talk openly and honestly."

"You instigate them to commit suicide is tantamount to intentional murder."

"The profound knowledge you were once proud of has become your skillful weapon for killing people."

"This three-foot podium ignited your first half of your life. You taught countless people, but you also killed countless people."

"Would I call you a gardener who teaches and educates people, or an executioner who wants to take the lives of others?"

Chu Xianghan's face turned pale, and the cold air instantly shone into the sky.

What is this young man’s identity?

I saw through everything about her at a glance.

Is this asking her to plead guilty?

The old eyes were filled with unwillingness.

Why do those people waste their time?

Why do those people complain?

Why is God so unfair?

Chu Xianghan's eyes became cold and his originally kind face became ferocious.

His voice croaked: "What are you talking about? I'm just comforting them!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chu Xianghan looked at Cheng Fan and kept changing his mouth shape.

He said silently: "The consequences? Judgment? I will not accept it."

"You can't catch me no matter what!"

A smile appeared in her eyes, which was a sneer and even more ridiculous.

Everything she does can withstand the scorching in the sun, and anyone who sees it will only say:

Those people are all too fragile, how can we blame this respected teacher?

Cheng Fan heard this from Li Dawei and Huang Shangqian more than once.

There is no one to find, there is no sufficient evidence to convict.

Even if you know that Chu Xianghan is the murderer, no one will believe it if you tell it.

Mortals have almost no way to control her, and she has not had much time, only less than half a year.

Moreover, in Cheng Fan's eyes, she made countless contributions to teaching and educating people in the first half of her life.

He has accumulated a lot of merit directly or indirectly.

Even if she deliberately instigated and killed hundreds of people after she was sixty, just talking about cause and effect.

Her goodness is far greater than her evil.

If she wants to touch her, she will inevitably be affected by cause and effect.

Even ordinary Taoists and monks will stay away from them.

Cheng Fan doesn't care, he is not an ordinary Taoist.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, letting her die by herself and having a decent death is already considered a punishment.

But Cheng Fan doesn't think so, and every drink and peck will have a certain amount.

Her good deeds are actually to bring blessings to future generations, but she has no way to know.

Her consequences were caused by a distorted heart after suffering from a terminal illness.

If Chu Xianghan is allowed to live, more innocent people may die because of her.

Her innocent descendants will also be destroyed by the evil consequences she has caused.

And she herself has very little responsibility.

Cheng Fan would not sit idly by and watch such a situation happen, even if he had to bear the cause and effect.

At this moment, Chu Xianghan had already restrained his dark side.

Showing a hypocritical and kind smile, looking at Cheng Fan and said:

"Student, it seems that you have no other problems anymore, so the teacher will leave first."

After saying that, she picked up her bag, got up slowly, and walked out of the classroom with a smile.

Cheng Fan did not stop her, but said lightly:

"The three-foot podium contains the sun and the moon, and a piece of chalk writes the spring and autumn."

"If you, in your twenties and thirties, you should be despised yourself, right?"

Hearing this, Chu Xianghan's steps suddenly stopped and his mind was shocked.

She turned around with a hint of anger.

But the next moment, the anger in her eyes disappeared and turned into a deep horror.

"This, how is this possible..."

Where is Cheng Fan still there in front of her?

On the three-foot podium.

Chu Xianghan, who was in his early twenties, was wearing a shirt and black-framed glasses.

As she was just starting out and stepped onto the podium like a pilgrimage, her eyes ignited and she glared at her sixties.

"You have blasphemed the sacred podium. Are you worthy of the students you taught?"

Chu Xianghan was struck by lightning, unable to speak in a daze, and his body couldn't help but hunched a little.

Chu Xianghan, who was in his prime at the age of thirty, had a child, held a thick lesson plan in his hand, and his eyes were filled with helplessness.

He said to her: "Did you forget that your son was infected with the cold when he was three years old and almost died? But it got better like a miracle. This is the result of good things."

Chu Xianghan's face was suffocated, and he grabbed the collar hard, making it difficult for him to breathe.

Forty-year-old Chu Xianghan's eyes were filled with a strong look of contempt.
To be continued...