Chapter 117: False Calm

Luo Feng understood.

It's a dream!

That Ghost Nun was a dream!

Liu Can's voice was also a dream!

Now!

Now is the reality!

His roommate, Liang Hao, the guy who usually bows and nods to him like a grandson, wants to kill him when he falls asleep!

"Fuck!"

A chill more real than the one when being chased by the Ghost Nun in the dream surged from his tailbone straight up to the Heavenly Spirit Cover!

Luo Feng, almost driven by survival instinct, used all his strength to kick Liang Hao's stomach hard!

"Bang!"

Liang Hao let out a muffled hum; caught off guard, his whole body staggered backward from the kick, and the Boning Knife in his hand went "clang" as it fell to the floor, sliding into the darkness under the bed.

"Liang Hao, are you fucking crazy?!"

Luo Feng rolled and crawled off the bed, staring at Liang Hao intently, his heart pounding as if about to explode.

Liang Hao covered his stomach, slowly straightening his torso; the face that usually wore a flattering smile was now filled with twisted resentment and exhilaration.

"Crazy? I should've been fucking crazy a long time ago!"

Liang Hao's voice was hoarse, like a stray dog driven to a dead end.

"Luo Feng, who the fuck do you think you are? A young master? You treat me like a dog every day, cooking for you, washing your stinky socks, you fucking flirt and get other women pregnant, and then expect me to clean up for you!"

"Do you know, that junior who jumped off the building, her last phone call before death was to me! She cried and asked why I was aiding the tyrant!"

Liang Hao stepped closer, the blood vessels in his eyes seeming ready to burst.

"I live every day like your Shadow, your Trash Can! Now, I don't want to be a dog anymore!"

Luo Feng's mind went blank.

He had never regarded Liang Hao as a person, so he never imagined the resentment he usually stepped on would erupt all at once now.

The will to survive overwhelmed everything.

"Money! I'll give you money! Liang Hao! Whatever amount you want, I'll give you! One million! Ten million!"

Luo Feng snarled with a fierce exterior but a timid interior, his body constantly recoiling.

"Money?"

Liang Hao laughed, his grin uglier than crying.

"I don't want money today, I want your life!"

Before the words finished, he lunged toward the space under the bed to grab that Boning Knife!

He mustn't get the knife!

The thought pierced Luo Feng's mind like an electric current.

Extreme fear, at this moment, gave birth to ultimate madness and ferocity!

"Ah—!"

Luo Feng let out a roar; he no longer retreated, but charged like a beast utterly enraged, maddened.

He grabbed the bending Liang Hao, using all his strength to slam him hard against the wall behind.

"Bang!"

The wall surface trembled.

Liang Hao was dazed by the impact, but Luo Feng was already completely insane; his hands clamped tightly around Liang Hao's neck, his nails digging deep into the flesh.

"Die! You fucking—, die for me!"

Blood vessels filled Luo Feng's eyes; he could see nothing, hear nothing.

Only one thought remained in his mind.

Kill him!

Liang Hao's face flushed to a pork‑liver hue; his hands pounded Luo Feng's back frantically, his feet flailed, and his throat emitted a wheezing, gasping "hoho" sound.

Luo Feng felt the fragile throat bone beneath his hand and the waning struggle, and a cruel pleasure rose from his core.

So, this is what it feels like to hold another's life in your hands.

He squeezed even harder.

In the Dormitory Building, only the "clack" of bones being crushed remained, along with Liang Hao's increasingly feeble struggle.

Outside the window, a massive poster of the Ghost Nun—something that shouldn't be here—hung silently on the wall of the opposite Dormitory Building.

The nun's eyes on the poster were weird and terrifying, as if staring directly at Luo Feng inside the window.

Luo Feng didn't notice this Place of Inconsistency.

All his mind was immersed in this primal, bloody melee.

Meanwhile.

In reality, inside the male dormitory.

Liu Can stood elegantly at the bedside, his brows tightly knit.

"I've lost the connection."

He looked at Luo Feng on the bed, whose body had stopped convulsing and whose breathing had become unusually steady, and his gaze behind the lenses was full of confusion.

"The target has already left my guidance; logically, he should have woken up by now."

Nie Yang's face, which always bore a gentle smile, now carried a hint of solemnity.

"Dead?" he asked.

"No."

L, who kept staring at the micro terminal, didn't lift their head and denied the guess.

Her voice remained as flat as an AI voice.

"Vital signs stable, heart rate 75, blood pressure 120/80, even more stable than before."

L pushed up the heavy black-framed glasses on their nose bridge.

"But the brainwave pattern... is very strange. It's not deep sleep, not awake, and not the death pattern of the previous victim. His cerebral cortex activity is extremely high."

Activity level very high?

The term made Liu Can and Nie Yang both freeze.

"Pull up the specific data, let me see!" Liu Can said immediately.

"Received, one moment."

L's ten fingers hammered the keyboard at lightning speed, rows of waterfall-like data streams flashed before her eyes.

The atmosphere in the room grew Weird.

A person who should have been "scared to death" in a nightmare now lay on the bed, showing an unprecedented, Weird steady state.

Nie Yang unscrewed his old cadre Thermal Cup, silently took a sip of goji berry water, his gaze deep as an abyss.

Just as everyone lingered in a dead silence of doubt, waiting for L to retrieve the specific results.

Luo Feng, who had been "steady" on the bed, suddenly, without warning, flung open his eyes!

In those eyes, there was no post-waking bewilderment, nor fear.

Only a blazing, frantic blood‑red!

"Not good!"

Liu Can, being the closest, felt an alarm ring in his mind and instinctively tried to step back.

But it was too late!

Luo Feng's movement was so fast it seemed inhuman!

He leapt like a coiled cheetah, sprang up from the bed, and a hand shot out like lightning, clamping tightly around Liu Can's neck!

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events!

Liu Can's face, usually bearing elegance and arrogance, flushed bright red in an instant; he desperately tried to pry Luo Feng's hand apart, only to find the other's hand like a red‑hot iron tong, unmoving!

A suffocating feeling instantly flooded his brain.

And Luo Feng, his face now utterly twisted, stared fixedly at Liu Can, emitting a beast‑like roar from his throat:

"Liang Hao!"

"You motherfucker, go die!!!"