"Zhou Lin, what do we do now?"
Guo Liang looked at the dissipating malevolent energy. This was now a problem for the students.
"Wait. We just wait for them to come out. Once the water temperature drops."
Zhou Lin then sat down on the ground, his gaze fixed on the large pot.
The professors and students nearby, along with Captain Bai and his team, were all waiting, unsure of what Zhou Lin was planning.
In the livestream.
"Is your big shot now thinking about how to escape punishment? These students were killed on his orders. Is he trying to figure something out now?"
"I think so. Your Great Xia professors are truly bold. Our professors wouldn't dare give such an order, to kill their own students."
"You all should just shut up. That's Great Xia's business, and these are Great Xia's methods. What do you know?"
"Exactly. Your professors only know how to shirk responsibility. You're masters at passing the buck. Our professors have integrity. What they say goes."
"Can your professors bring the dead back to life? I don't believe these dead students will be alright. If they are, I'll walk backward on my hands. I don't believe it."
"Then you better get ready. I'll be watching you walk backward."
In the dean's conference room.
"What do we do? These students are really dead. Will their parents come to cause trouble now?"
Professor Hu hadn't expected Zhou Lin to do this. He actually dared to act?
"Send word to the gatekeepers. Don't let any parents in. At least until these students are safe."
The dean, seeing the situation, knew it was more serious than he had imagined and had made a decision.
"Will this be..."
Professor Wen felt it wasn't appropriate, but before he could finish, Professor Hu interrupted him.
"Stop rambling. This is the simplest solution. Otherwise, you'll get beaten up in the next second."
Professor Hu interrupted Professor Wen without hesitation, looking at him.
At the university entrance, several parents were standing, demanding to see the dean, but they were being blocked by security personnel.
Meanwhile.
Zhou Lin saw that the time was almost up. He waved his hand, shrinking the large pot. Then, the figures of over a dozen people appeared on the ground.
The wounds on the students who had been injured earlier had vanished, but they had lost their breath.
"Professor, what now? Why are they all dead?"
The students who had been affected by the water malevolence had recovered as usual, and their burns had disappeared.
"Don't worry. They will recover now."
Zhou Lin picked up the soul-collecting lamps and placed them above their heads. The lamps began to emit light, and red energy flowed out, returning to the bodies.
"Captain Bai, don't..."
The student suddenly opened his eyes and sat up on the ground, a look of terror on his face.
When he regained his senses, he saw everyone looking at him with joy, looking rather bewildered.
What was going on? Hadn't they been hit by a neutron bomb? But why were there no wounds on him?
"Are you alright? How do you feel?"
The parapsychology professor was incredibly excited that his student had come back from the dead.
Zhou Lin could actually bring people back from the dead?
"I'm fine. I feel very comfortable. I don't feel anything at all."
The student felt more comfortable than ever, thinking about it made him feel good.
Captain Bai, seeing the student awake, felt a lot less guilt. Following orders was their duty, but they had never acted against civilians.
He had personally struck down students and felt very upset and sad.
Now that the students were fine, how could he not be happy?
Everyone looked at Zhou Lin. They saw him awaken the students one by one, and they truly felt that Zhou Lin was like a god.
Only Zhou Lin's footsteps echoed in the corridor. No one else dared to disturb him.
But in the livestream.
"Haha, you old Eagle Country folks, watch this! Is our big shot trying to escape? Or trying to get out of his punishment? Now they've come back from the dead! Are you going to walk backward now?"
"That's right. A bet is a bet. Your hearts are so vile, looking at you is disgusting."
"Why aren't you talking anymore? Where's your arrogant face? Why are you silent?"
"They've chickened out. Look at their demeanor, they're just asking for a beating."
...
In the dean's conference room.
The students were all alive. They were greatly surprised, feeling as if they had misread the situation.
"They're really alive? They're really alive?"
"Haha, that's great."
Professor Hu was the first to react, laughing heartily.
He knew Zhou Lin wouldn't disappoint them, haha.
"You scared me to death. Fortunately, they've been resurrected. Otherwise, we wouldn't know how to explain this to their parents."
Professor Wen let out a long sigh of relief, looking at the situation.
"You can let them in now. You also need to tell them the news that their children are alright."
The dean also felt a sense of lingering fear. He believed in Zhou Lin, but he was also genuinely worried about the students.
Now that the parents were causing a scene, this matter also needed to be resolved.
A few minutes later.
The parents looked at the dean with fierce expressions. Then, a middle-aged man casually grabbed the dean's collar and glared at him.
"What kind of school is this? What kind of professors? Why did you order my son to be killed?"
With this outburst, the parents behind him also started to make noise.
"My child, give me back my son."
"My son is only in his twenties. How could you do this to him?"
The other parents behind him finally couldn't control their emotions and broke down in tears.
The professors and experts nearby watched as the parents were on the verge of collapse.
They wanted to explain, but before they could, they were interrupted by the parents.
The conference room descended into chaos. Some parents, pushed to the edge, stepped forward and punched the dean.
"Hey! Why are you hitting someone?"
Professor Hu shouted angrily when he saw this.
"Hitting someone? I want to kill someone right now."
The parent who had punched the dean glared at Professor Hu.
"Everyone, calm down. You haven't let us speak since you entered. Can you just listen to us for a moment?"
Professor Wen was also angry now, especially seeing their dean punched in the face, blood trickling from his mouth, his collar being tugged.
His face was flushed red.
"Speak. I'll give you a chance."
One of the parents forced himself to calm down.
"Your children are not dead. Look."