"That 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 he had before. His face, which had previously held the air of a颓废 tuifei uncle, was now adorned with a sinister and terrifying smile.

He scraped the walls of the teaching building with his katana while using intimidating language to put psychological pressure on Yang Chen upstairs.

"Zizz zizz zizz..."

The sound of the blade scraping against the wall was extremely grating, causing a strong sense of psychological discomfort. Coupled with Zhou Tian's threatening words, it did indeed bring immense mental stress to Yang Chen upstairs.

Although Yang Chen was gifted with gui yan'er (ghost eyes) and had been through many missions, making him a seasoned Chosen One, he was still just a child of around ten years old.

Even though his will was strong, his mental endurance was still no match for that of an adult. Unknowingly, he had already been drawn into Zhou Tian's psychological trap and had fallen into a disadvantageous position mentally.

Yang Chen leaned against the wall on the fifth floor, panting heavily as he tried to calm his fearful heart. Several terrifying wounds on his body were still seeping blood. The blood loss was making his face pale.

Yang Chen struggled to take off his blood-soaked coat and wrapped it tightly around his wounds to prevent excessive bleeding, which would render him unable to fight again. However, he knew that this was not a long-term solution and that he was bound to lose.

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

"You dogs of the Amaterasu Society, Grandpa Yang Chen is here! Come and find me if you dare..."

Yang Chen's grand and imposing voice suddenly echoed in Zhou Tian's mind, who was wearing a ferocious expression, instantly causing him to bleed from all seven orifices.

"Damn little brat, you're still not done? I'll let you taste the power of my Ghost Bell..."

With that, Zhou Tian, his face covered in blood, pulled out a small black bell carved with a ghastly face from his pocket. The bell was only the size of an index finger, and if one didn't look closely, they would think it was just a trinket! He clenched it tightly in his hand and then began to inject his own lifespan into it.

After completing the injection of his lifespan, Zhou Tian held the katana in one hand and the black bell in the other, and headed toward the stairs.

The heavy "thud thud thud" of his footsteps seemed to strike Yang Chen's heart with each step, making him too frightened to breathe.

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

"Damn Amaterasu dogs, you're back again, aren't you? I'll fight you to the death..."

Yang Chen roused himself and barely managed to open his heavy eyelids, wanting to unleash his ability once again.

But he couldn't concentrate, causing him to fail several times in activating his ability. In desperation, he pressed down hard on his gruesome wound, the sudden, severe pain clearing his mind somewhat.

"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 eerily.

The strange "clang clang clang" sound formed ripples in the air.

This time, Zhou Tian was unharmed. Instead, Yang Chen, who was at the end of his rope on the fifth floor, covered 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, his face twisted in a ferocious grin, revealed a hint of wicked joy:

"How does it feel to be attacked by a reflection of your own ability? Does it feel great? Your only mistake was opposing the Amaterasu Society. You could have just pretended you didn't see us, and you could have avoided death. Maybe we would have let you off if we were happy after getting what we wanted! But now it's over. I'll use your head as a trophy to show those guys at the Chosen One Administration what happens to those who oppose our Amaterasu Society..."

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 with a face full of fear and tears walked out and shouted loudly at Zhou Tian, "Kill me if you want, but don't hurt Brother Yang Chen..."

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

"Bastard, come back here! Come at me if you have a problem, what's the big deal in bullying a little girl? Are you afraid of even a child like me? You coward, come back here..."

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

"Little girl, come over here, come to uncle, uncle will send you to a good place with no worries, no pain, no sorrow, where you will be reunited with your Brother Yang Chen..."

Zhou Tian tapped the concrete floor of the teaching building with the katana in his hand. Ni Xiaoxin, seeing this, took off running. Although Zhou Tian was chasing after her slowly, 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, shouting as she ran.

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

Zhou Tian followed behind, whistling leisurely.

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

At this moment, Shen Wei was climbing the drainpipes of the teaching building, carefully searching each classroom window to see if any were open. But to his disappointment, every classroom window was tightly shut, and no matter how hard he smashed them, he couldn't break them open. For a moment, Shen Wei felt utterly hopeless.

"Could it be that the past really can't 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 do I need to open these windows..."

Shen Wei stared at the window glass with a fierce look in his eyes.

"This strange item is powerful; I'm afraid it will take 50 years of lifespan!"

The Evil God Right Hand said cautiously.

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

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

"Are you crazy? Usually, you're so stingy with every three or two years of income, but this time you're taking out 50 years of lifespan at once. Do you know what taking out 50 years of lifespan means? You're going to die soon, you know?"

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

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

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