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The footsteps outside the door disappeared at some point.

But the air in the examination room did not feel any lighter as a result.

Luo Yue glanced at Jiang Ning beside her from time to time, her breathing becoming heavy.

She realized something, but dared not say it out loud, and could only pretend that she had not noticed anything.

Jiang Ning, standing to the side, looked at her curiously: "Sister Luo, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

"No... there are some strange creatures wandering outside, so it's understandable to be nervous." Luo Yue wiped the sweat from her forehead, preparing to find an excuse to brush it off.

"Hmm..." Jiang Ning didn't say anything, but slowly retreated to the corner of the house.

The middle-aged man leaned against the door, listening intently to the sounds outside. After a while, he breathed a sigh of relief: "It should be alright now."

"It's good that everything's alright now," Jiang Ning echoed.

As for Luo Yue, her brain was racing at the moment. She still didn't understand what Jiang Ning's skill was that could change other people's perceptions.

How could someone possess such a terrifying skill?

No, Luo Yue ruthlessly extinguished that thought in her mind. It was definitely not cognitive manipulation. If it were truly that kind of skill, she wouldn't have felt any sense of unease about "my thoughts being tampered with" at this moment. She would willingly believe everything and wouldn't have even the slightest doubt.

But she could still sense that something was wrong.

So it wasn't direct alteration, but some kind of... indirect method.

What method was used to change it?!

"Oh, by the way, young lady," the middle-aged man yawned, "I dreamt about you last night."

Luo Yue's hand, which was gripping her knee, stiffened almost imperceptibly.

The man scratched the back of his head. "I forgot the specifics of what happened, but I remember it was something like we were running for our lives together."

"What a coincidence, Uncle... But maybe I've been dragging everyone down, which is why I'm dreaming about it all the time." Jiang Ning suddenly became a little downcast.

Dream?

Luo Yue suddenly realized something. Was it a dream? Was her ability a dream?

Upon hearing this, Luo Yue suddenly realized that she had also dreamed of Jiang Ning while sleeping last night.

However, since people forget their dreams after waking up, Luo Yue did not remember this incident.

"Sister Luo, what are you thinking about?" Jiang Ning asked with a smile.

"Haha... I was thinking about dreams too. I dreamt about you yesterday." Luo Yue could only reply stiffly.

"yes……"

"That's normal," the middle-aged man said, still completely unsuspecting. "The little girl is so cute, she leaves a very deep impression."

"By the way, Sister Luo, have you figured out the method of the bizarre murder yet?" Jiang Ning suddenly asked out of the blue.

"Hmm? That's about right. You said it's related to feelings, right? I think that makes a lot of sense..." Luo Yue replied, barely managing to keep up appearances.

"Yes... but I actually feel like something's missing. What's missing... Sister Luo, think about it carefully?" Jiang Ning smiled, but to Luo Yue, that smile was creepy no matter how she looked at it.

Think about it?

What are you thinking!

With so few clues, no matter how hard you try, you can't figure out what the specific rules are!

We need to see at least several corpses and extract their commonalities before we can draw an accurate conclusion...

Just as Luo Yue was pondering this, an idea suddenly popped into her mind.

The idea came out of nowhere, like Newton discovering gravity after being hit by a durian. It was just a moment of inspiration, and she immediately thought of the rules of the bizarre murder.

She's got it!

Once she understands this principle and avoids it at all costs, she will be invincible, and no ghost will be able to touch her in the slightest...

A surge of intense joy rushed to her heart even before she could react.

But then...

Before the ecstasy could even heat up her veins, a bone-chilling coldness crept up her spine, from her tailbone all the way to the back of her neck.

wrong.

wrong!!!

Once she understood this rule...

Once she understood this rule, it would actually be her death day!

Luo Yue's legs suddenly went weak, and she sat helplessly on the ground. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess, and she wanted to sort everything out, but she couldn't do it at all.

No, no, no...

She doesn't want to know this rule!

She desperately tried to forget the rules she had just grasped, but human memory is so ridiculous; the more you try to forget something, the deeper it becomes in your memory, until you can never forget it in this lifetime.

Luo Yue suddenly started hitting her head. Her neatly tied hair was now in disarray. The urban beauty who had been disheveled just minutes before now looked like a wild woman from the mountains.

"You...you..."

Luo Yue stared at Jiang Ning's harmless face, and she already knew the answer in her heart: it was Jiang Ning who was behind this!

She's the one who made me aware of that rule!

What method did she use?!

"Sister Luo, what's wrong!" Jiang Ning wanted to help Luo Yue up, but was startled by Luo Yue's disheveled hair. "Sister Luo, you haven't already grasped the rules, have you? Is that why you're so excited?"

"What? You've deduced the rule that ghosts kill people?" The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, then overjoyed. He quickly walked to Luo Yue's side and said, "Tell me quickly, that way we won't be in so much danger!"

"No...no..." Luo Yue didn't have time to answer these questions; her most important task now was to sort out what was in her mind...

but……

She can't.

She then stretched out her arm and discovered that nine wounds had suddenly appeared on it.

"……Hahaha."

Luo Yue stared intently at Jiang Ning, looking at the wound on her arm: "You... knew from the beginning?"

"What are you talking about, Sister Luo? I don't understand..." Jiang Ning said with a worried look. "But since you know the answer, why don't you say it?"

"Speak quickly!" the middle-aged man urged.

Luo Yue tried to stop thinking about it, but she still saw the tenth wound gradually appearing on her arm in despair.

At this moment, all she could do was use her last bit of strength to say in despair:

"Don't... turn around..."

Then, with a crisp sound, Luo Yue's head was twisted 180 degrees by an invisible force, her entire cervical spine was twisted and shattered by this enormous force, and she looked straight back.

Luo Yue's eyes were filled with despair before she collapsed to the ground, unable to support herself any longer.

"She's dead?"

The middle-aged man stared at his surroundings in disbelief. What had just happened? He couldn't understand it at all.

How did this guy die?

"Don't look back... What does that mean?"

Jiang Ning suddenly leaned against the middle-aged man, her face filled with panic, and said, "Uncle, I'm so scared!"

"Don't be afraid...sigh!"

The middle-aged man sighed heavily. In the end, he still didn't know why Luo Yue had died.