"You wretched little mouse, I'm coming to catch you. Once I find you, I'll chop off your limbs. I'll make you wail in endless agony until you die..."

Zhou Tian, wearing a leather jacket, no longer had the simple, honest expression from before. The face of the once-despondent middle-aged man now wore a sinister and terrifying smile.

He dragged the samurai sword he held along the wall of the teaching building, using threatening words to apply psychological pressure to Yang Chen upstairs.

"Zzzzz..."

The sound of the blade scraping against the wall was extremely grating, creating a strong sense of psychological discomfort. Coupled with Zhou Tian's menacing words, it indeed placed immense pressure on Yang Chen above.

Although Yang Chen was gifted with ghost eyes and had experienced many missions, making him a seasoned Chosen One, he was, after all, only a child of about ten years old.

Even though his will was strong, his mental fortitude could not compare to that of an adult. Unknowingly, he had already been drawn into Zhou Tian's psychological trap and was at a disadvantage mentally.

Yang Chen leaned against the wall on the fifth floor, panting heavily, trying to calm his fearful heart. Several terrifying wounds on his body continued to seep blood. The loss of blood made his face turn pale.

Yang Chen struggled to take off his blood-soaked jacket and wrapped it tightly around his wounds, trying to prevent excessive bleeding and incapacitation. But he knew this wasn't a long-term solution; he was bound to lose.

However, he still wanted to buy some time for Ni Xiaoxin downstairs, hoping for a miracle.

"You Tenzhao Association dogs, Grandpa Yang Chen is right here, come and find me if you dare..."

Yang Chen's loud and imposing voice suddenly echoed in Zhou Tian's mind, causing him to bleed from all seven orifices.

"Damn little brat, you're not done yet? Let me show you the power of my Ghost Bell..."

With that, the blood-covered Zhou Tian pulled out a small black bell from his pocket, engraved with a ferocious ghost face. The small bell was only the size of an index finger; if you didn't look closely, you'd think it was a bell! He gripped it tightly in his hand and began to inject his lifespan into it.

Once the lifespan was injected, Zhou Tian held the sword in one hand and the black bell in the other as he walked up the stairs.

The heavy footsteps, "thump, thump, thump," seemed to strike Yang Chen's heart with each step, making him too afraid to breathe.

Yang Chen had just used his ghost ear ability to injure Zhou Tian, but his own face was growing paler, and he began to sway as if he would fall at any moment.

"Damn Tenzhao dogs, you're back again, aren't you? I'll fight you..."

Yang Chen mustered his strength, barely managing to open his heavy eyelids, wanting to unleash his ability once more.

But his mind kept wandering, causing his abilities to fail several times. Helpless, he pressed down hard on his gruesome wound. The intense pain from the bleeding momentarily cleared his mind.

"Dou!"

As soon as the "dou" character of the Nine Syllable Incantation left his mouth, the black bell in Zhou Tian's hand began to ring strangely.

The eerie ringing formed ripples in the air.

This time, Zhou Tian was unharmed. Instead, Yang Chen, at the end of his rope on the fifth floor, clutched his ears and rolled frantically on the ground, as if he had been severely injured.

"Aaaaah..."

Yang Chen's screams echoed throughout the teaching building.

Hearing this, Zhou Tian's twisted face broke into a smug grin:

"How does it feel to be attacked by your own reflected ability? Doesn't it feel great! You shouldn't have opposed the Tenzhao Association. You could have just pretended you didn't see us and avoided death. Maybe we would have been happy and let you go once we got what we wanted! But now it's over. I'll use your head as a trophy to show those guys at the Chosen One Management Bureau what happens when you oppose our Tenzhao Association..."

Just as Zhou Tian was about to ascend to the fifth floor, the door of a classroom on the fourth floor opened.

A little girl, her face filled with fear and tears, came out and shouted at Zhou Tian, "Kill me if you want to kill someone, but don't hurt Brother Yang Chen..."

Hearing the little girl's voice, the twisted Zhou Tian suddenly revealed a sinister and terrifying smile. He stopped climbing to the fifth floor and turned to walk down.

"Bastard, come back here! If you have something to say, say it to me! What kind of ability is it to bully a little girl? Are you even afraid of a child like me? You coward, come back here..."

Yang Chen struggled to crawl towards the entrance of the fifth-floor staircase, leaving a long trail of blood in the hallway.

"Little girl, come here, come to uncle, uncle will send you to a good place without worries, without pain, without sorrow, where you will reunite with your Brother Yang Chen..."

Zhou Tian tapped the cement floor of the teaching building with the samurai sword in his hand. Seeing this, Ni Xiaoxin ran away. Although Zhou Tian was following behind her at a leisurely pace, the distance between them was rapidly shrinking.

"Brother Yang Chen, run! Don't worry about me..."

The little girl named Ni Xiaoxin ran and cried, crying and shouting.

Seeing that she could not escape the pursuit of the terrifying killer behind her, Ni Xiaoxin pushed open an empty classroom and fled inside.

Zhou Tian whistled behind her, following at a leisurely pace.

Because he knew that this little girl was already a turtle in a jar, and this classroom was her dead end.

At this time, Shen Wei was climbing the drainage pipes of the teaching building, carefully searching for the windows of each classroom to see if any were open. But to his disappointment, the windows of each classroom were tightly closed, and no matter how hard he hit them, he could not break them open. For a moment, Shen Wei was completely desperate.

"Could it be that the past really cannot be changed, even in the script? No, that's impossible. There must be a way. I can't die here, and neither can Yang Chen..."

"Yuzu, how much lifespan? Enough to open the windows here..."

Shen Wei stared fiercely at the window glass.

"This is a powerful ghoul artifact, I'm afraid it will take 50 years of lifespan!"

The Evil God Right Hand said cautiously.

"Do it, help me open it here, 50 years of lifespan is yours..."

A hint of ruthlessness appeared in Yang Chen's eyes.

"Are you crazy? Usually, you are stingy with a few years of lifespan, but this time you are giving out 50 years at once. Do you know what giving out 50 years of lifespan means? You are going to die, do you understand?"

The Evil God Right Hand didn't quite understand Shen Wei's actions.

"But I'm not dead yet, am I? As long as I can hold on until I kill that bastard inside, what does it matter? Yuzu, smash it!"

Seeing Shen Wei's determination, a black light appeared on the Evil God Right Hand's fist.