No health bar? You call this stunningly beautiful NPC sickly?

After that shout, there were a series of loud bangs in the corridor. The heads that had poked their heads out instantly retreated, and the doors slammed shut.

Every single player who was waiting to see the joke fall into their laps was huddled in the corner of their bed, questioning their very existence.

Are they crazy, or is the world crazy?

This is all a dream, right?!

Gu Wenzhou witnessed the entire situation clearly from inside the room.

The dormitory manager's attitude towards this person was far beyond what ordinary players would expect. Even the most powerful player would not be able to make a B-rank weirdo so humble.

At least neither Gu Wenzhou nor the foreigner had ever met them.

It's worth mentioning, however, that the other party also provided their name.

What exactly is the Sanctuary Church?

He quickly asked himself, "Old Ghost, have you heard of this faction?"

The old ghost remained silent for a long time, his hoarse voice revealing apprehension: "I've never heard of this name. It's probably an ancient force that has long since vanished."

"The bizarre world is in chaos now, and this fossil-level faction is starting to revive. The power behind this one is far beyond what you can imagine."

Mu Zhixi walked into the dormitory and stopped in front of Gu Wenzhou's bed.

Gu Wenzhou quickly adjusted his mindset, wanting to strike up a conversation but getting stuck on how to address him.

Mu Zhixi took the initiative to speak, her tone aloof and dignified, like a missionary.

You can call me Ran.

"Miss Ran," Gu Wenzhou replied immediately. "The boys' dormitory has a poor environment and many rules. May I ask what brings you here?"

Mu Zhixi interrupted the probing and continued acting according to the pre-arranged script.

"It is the pastor's duty to spread the glory of our Lord." She looked around. "Wherever the light shines, all becomes sacred."

Several players in the dormitory pricked up their ears.

Propagating the church?

Gu Wenzhou asked directly: "Sanctuary Church?"

Mu Zhixi naturally wouldn't explain; the worst thing about pretending to be a ghost is talking too much, and explaining would lower her status.

"If you survive tonight, you will be entitled to know more."

Turning her gaze away, Mu Zhixi focused her attention back on Gu Wenzhou, and then offered her key bargaining chip.

"However, I came here to repay a karmic debt."

"It's an honor." Gu Wenzhou stood up straight and listened attentively.

"Get some rest." Mu Zhixi said, turning and walking towards the door, leaving half a sentence behind as she stepped out: "The school will let you shed your daytime facade."

The words had barely left his lips when the person was already gone.

The oppressive feeling in the corridor gradually dissipated as she left.

Gu Wenzhou stood there, his shirt soaked with cold sweat.

The meaning couldn't be clearer. The big shot personally leaked the questions and gave a warning; now he owes a huge favor.

"You want to curry favor with someone powerful?" the old man asked.

"It's not that I want to." He folded the paper and put it in his pocket. "It's a necessity."

The rules at this lousy school are strict during the day, but you can always avoid them if you're careful.

But at night, the hidden murderous intent may not follow the rules.

Thinking that there might be a major cleanup tonight, Gu Wenzhou did not hesitate to flip over the bed and carefully put all the self-defense tools close to his body.

Mu Zhixi stepped out of dormitory 404, the night breeze passing through the hall, her style of doing things was always decisive.

Her goal for this trip was clear.

How do water and fire come about? By naturally releasing them.

At the end of the corridor, the faceless dormitory supervisor still stood hunched over as punishment, not even daring to lift the boning knife in his hand.

Mu Zhixi stopped as she passed by, coldly examining the lump of fat, and uttered a single sentence.

"Make sure to check the dorms thoroughly tonight. Especially that bald guy in room 404 and the dorm across the hall next door; don't let me down."

"I understand." The faceless dormitory manager trembled with fear, bowing repeatedly and saying yes.

Mu Zhixi never holds grudges; she settles scores on the spot.

The bald man who spewed nonsense and spread rumors about her on the playground during the day happened to be sleeping in the lower bunk of 404. They needed someone to sacrifice, and he was the first to take the fall.

Making an example of someone is the only way to make the remaining players realize the reality and obediently contribute their faith points.

The night was deep, and the emergency lights in the men's dormitory corridor flickered on and off.

The lights-out bell rang, and the room and surroundings of dormitory 404 fell silent. Only the breathing of the four people could be heard.

The bald man rolled over, his hand brushing against a hard object in a crack in the bed frame. He pried it out and, by the red light from the window, saw it was a crumpled piece of paper with two lines of blood written on it.

[Rule 5: If footsteps are heard in the hallway at midnight, opening the door for inspection will prevent point deductions. Those who refuse to open the door will be forcibly entered by the dormitory supervisor.]

The bald man stuffed the card into his sleeve and closed his eyes, pretending to be asleep.

Only a fool would share something good with a competitor; this is a life-saving clue in a four-star dungeon.

Gu Wenzhou lay flat on the bed, holding a piece of rule paper in his hand, his eyelids not even closing.

The clock struck midnight.

Sure enough, the sound of footsteps could be heard outside the door, very slowly, finally stopping at the door of 404.

The bald man moved with lightning speed, flipping out of bed without even putting on his shoes, and yanked open the old wooden door of the dormitory before stepping out.

squeak-

The door hinges made a dry, grinding sound as the wooden door slammed shut.

The three people inside the room held their breath.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds passed.

The short man by the door swallowed hard, his voice barely audible: "He's gone out."

Gu Wenzhou sat up abruptly, his brows furrowed. "Did you hear footsteps?"

The short man froze, and after a long pause, he stammered, "I only heard the door open... I didn't hear him walk around."

No footsteps? Gu Wenzhou fell into deep thought.

With an old terrazzo floor and hard-soled shoes, how could you possibly walk without making a sound?

The complete silence can only mean one thing—after leaving the house, the bald man stood motionless in place.

Opening the door in the middle of the night and standing outside motionless—what normal person would be crazy enough to do something like that?

Gu Wenzhou silently took out the note in his hand, and the words on it came into view.

Rule Six: There is one error in any of the above five rules.

Gu Wenzhou stroked his chin, lost in thought. Considering the bald man's unusual behavior, Rule Five should be in his possession. His rush out alone was probably because he trusted the rule in his hand.

Just then, a dull thud was heard outside the door.

A few drops of viscous red liquid slowly seeped into the bottom of the door crack.

Gu Wenzhou knew without looking that the guy outside was gone, and had been taken away.

Soon, the sound of doors opening came from across the street from dormitory 404. But after the doors opened, there was no further movement.

The air inside grew increasingly murky and thick, the stench of blood seeping into his nostrils through the cracks in the door. The short man covered his mouth tightly, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

No one can be sure who will be the next one to stick a note on the door.

"Well, this is a big problem." Old Ghost lowered his voice for the first time ever. "That mountain of flesh is guarding the door; this dormitory is being given special attention."

Before Gu Wenzhou could finish his calculations, a piercing shriek came from the dormitory window, accompanied by the close-up sound of fingernails scratching at the glass.

Gu Wenzhou leaned against the wall, his mind racing. The daytime rule stated: Do not respond if someone calls from outside the window.

With the corridor doors now completely sealed off, where is the key to survival?

"Gu Wenzhou!" It was Cheng Xiaocheng's voice. "Brother Gu, open the door! I've been arrested!"

Gu Wenzhou gestured to the other roommates with a blank expression: "Shh."

A sobbing voice came from outside: "Brother Gu! It really is me! My leg is broken!"

No, this is the fourth floor! How could your good family member with a broken leg climb up to a fourth-floor window?

Gu Wenzhou remained silent.

Just as the tall, thin man was about to speak, Gu Wenzhou raised his hand and shifted the blame onto him.

The thing outside the window was resting on the glass and gently tapping on it.

The red light cast an eerie glow on the window screen, and the sounds of banging on the glass grew increasingly violent.

Gu Wenzhou gripped the prop in his hand tightly, repeating Mu Zhixi's words before she left over and over in his mind.

The big boss left a message before he left, which means there is definitely a way out!

At the critical moment, click.

The dormitory door, which was locked, was easily opened from the outside without any obstruction.

Mu Zhixi appeared in the corridor with a cold expression.

Behind her followed a man in a suit and tie, none other than the arrogant, faceless principal from earlier that day. Now, this A-level monster was all smiles, pulling out a handkerchief and fawning over her with an extremely obsequious grin.