A few minutes later.
Listening to Feng Yuhuai’s steady breathing, Zhang Liyou suddenly opened his eyes, his blood-red pupils staring intently at the pale wall in front of him. His fingers, tense under the covers, gripped his phone tightly, knuckles mirroring the wall’s color.
On the phone screen was a string of numbers, those were digits Feng Yuhuai was extrely familiar with—the patrol office’s ergency number.
The numbers were already entered, only the call button remained unpressed, but Zhang Liyou’s index finger stiffened as if drained of blood, incapable of completing this simple action for a long ti.
"I did not see Feng Yuhuai killing anyone; I only saw Xiaojuan and Yazhi growing heads from her body. Even if I called the police, would anyone believe ?"
Zhang Liyou’s mind was exceedingly chaotic. She was just a normal college student, the most extraordinary thing she encountered daily was martial arts, and she had at most seen so pictures and rumors about Calamity Corpses or Evil Sacrifices online.
She wasn’t ready to experience bizarre events in reality, up close. Especially when the bizarre event involved her close friend, whom she shared a room with.
It was almost too exciting.
Zhang Liyou’s current feeling was similar to the day Feng Yuhuai just wanted to go ho, but ended up being taken to a shady clinic for open-heart surgery.
At this mont, her mind hadn’t completely shut down into blankness. She managed to stay clear-headed, maintain basic reasoning, and didn’t let fear instinctively make her scream, which was enough to prove her psychological resilience and adaptability were extrely outstanding.
It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say she far exceeded 99% of Lower City’s college students, even surpassing 99% of Lower City’s adults.
"No, I can’t call the police. Feng Yuhuai won’t confess, and I might expose myself. At that ti..."
Zhang Liyou stared at the pale wall, her eyes seemingly reflecting the horrifying scene of her own face growing out of Feng Yuhuai. She shivered violently:
"Moreover, if I rember correctly, Feng Yuhuai seed to have ntioned before that her father is in the patrol office. It seems he is the one investigating the serial murder case at the school?!?"
Zhang Liyou’s scalp tingled instantly, and a terrifying thought surfaced:
"I also rember Feng Yuhuai said her dad loves her very, very, very much, so..."
Zhang Liyou’s fingers trembled slightly. She slowly withdrew the phone from under the covers, letting silent tears fall down her face. She gently swiped on the screen, deleting each entered digit of the phone number.
"If I can’t trust the patrol office, who can I turn to? Should I seek help from the school, or ask teachers and parents for help? Or maybe..."
Zhang Liyou’s heart was filled with confusion. She lacked experience dealing with such eerie events, and school education had never covered such topics. She racked her brains thinking it over.
In the dorm room, Cuicui’s occasional teeth grinding sounded particularly jarring. In the past, Zhang Liyou found the sound sowhat annoying, but tonight, amidst this dead silence, it beca her only source of security.
Listening to the teeth grinding sound, she placed the phone aside and gently wiped the tear tracks from her face with a corner of the quilt. Biting her bloodless lips, she silently scread in her heart:
"Silly Cuicui is still asleep. Do you even know Xiaojuan is gone, and it’s just the two of us left? I will definitely find a way to protect you, and I will definitely save Xiaojuan and Yazhi from that monster Feng Yuhuai!!"
A long night passed, and Upper City’s lights lit up on ti, casting a cold glow, dispelling the darkness that enveloped Lower City.
Feng Yuhuai had a sound sleep. Upon waking up, she saw Cuicui sitting angrily at the foot of her bed, the latter frowning slightly, staring down at her with her forehead nearly touching her nose.
"Cuicui? What are you doing?" Feng Yuhuai’s voice carried the sweetness and softness of a freshly woken person.
Zhang Liyou groggily woke up, not rembering when she fell asleep. But as she turned, she saw Cuicui sitting at Feng Yuhuai’s bedside. She imdiately sobered up, her heart leapt into her throat.
"You three went out to play last night, without , hmm? Do you three have little secrets behind my back?"
Cuicui exclaid angrily, unable to resist pinching Feng Yuhuai’s collagen-rich cheeks.
Feng Yuhuai was montarily stunned, her beautiful eyes directly eting Cuicui’s playful big eyes, questioning with confusion: "The three of us?"
Cuicui snorted: "Yeah, I woke up last night, and you, Xiaojuan, and Zhang Liyou were not in bed. Where did you go?"
Zhang Liyou felt a chill race up her spine, although Cuicui’s body blocked Feng Yuhuai’s line of sight, she had a strong sense that an eerie gaze was fixated on her, making her shiver.
"Weird, has Xiaojuan not co back yet, or did she wake up and go out again?"
While speaking, Cuicui suddenly glanced at Xiaojuan’s bed. The quilt was still pulled back, with no one in sight.
Zhang Liyou let out a long yawn, then turned over and got out of bed, casually picking up a roll of tissue from the nightstand.
She lightly held her stomach, with a slightly panicked expression, rushed out of the dorm room:
"Xiaojuan should have gone to the bathroom, right? I found our dorm’s toilet clogged again when I got up last night. It’s definitely Cuicui, you always throw tissues in the toilet, then it gets clogged."
Diverted, Cuicui’s face imdiately flushed red. She jumped out of bed, laughing and scolding while giving chase to Zhang Liyou without even wearing slippers.
Feng Yuhuai maintained a gentle smile throughout, but once Cuicui and Zhang Liyou rushed out of the dorm room one after another, her smile abruptly turned cold.
She gently lifted the quilt, got out of bed, put on slippers, then pushed open the bathroom door.
She went in, lifted the toilet lid, frowning slightly as she examined the clogged toilet.
Afterward, she turned around, her gaze penetrating the bathroom door, looking towards the direction outside the door, her eyes changing briefly between black and line circles.
Feng Yuhuai murmured to herself, whispering in a voice only she could hear:
"Do you guys think, was Liyou lying? Should I trust Liyou? Heehee—"
....
[You slowly awaken from your imrsive training.]
[Seven Kills Fist: Blood and Flesh Three Solutions proficiency increased by 21 points.]
[Seven Kills Fist: Blood and Flesh Two Solutions proficiency increased by 21 points as well.]
[Soul-Seeking Step: Blood and Flesh Three Solutions proficiency increased by 16 points.]
[Your "Mask" lady Feng Yuhuai deepened her descent on the evil path while you slept.]
[She both hates and is grateful to you!]
[Your evil index↑, ga inheritance level↑]
[Soul-Seeking Step: Blood and Flesh Two Solutions proficiency increased by 16 points.]
[Turtle Armor Skin Changing Skill: Blood and Flesh Three Solutions proficiency increased by 67 points]
Feng Mu slowly opened his eyes. Today he needed to report to the patrol office for attendance. He habitually glanced at the log records first, then slightly raised an eyebrow:
"Huh, seems sothing strange crept in?!!"
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