I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

The narrator and Lin Yan now work together seamlessly; as soon as Lin Yan opened his mouth, the narrator immediately said:

"The main steam pipe in the ceiling was old, and its mounting brackets had long been rusted. At this moment, it finally couldn't withstand the vibration and the entire pipe came off!"

A sharp whistle immediately came from above.

A pipe came crashing down from the ceiling, landing squarely on Chen Qing's outstretched left arm.

The bone blade went astray.

It missed by less than ten centimeters, grazing Lin Yan's ribs, tearing his skin and drawing blood.

But at least it didn't stop his attack.

Chen Qing's body sank another inch as the pipe hit him.

It's this one inch.

Lin Yan's iron pipe has arrived.

"Pfft!"

The iron pipe pierced Chen Qing's chin without any resistance, got stuck for a moment when it pierced his palate, and finally came out from the back of his head!

Black, foul blood mixed with brain matter splashed all over Lin Yan like a small fountain.

Chen Qing's body twitched twice, his eyes still fixed on the shock of losing his balance.

Unfortunately, the fountain waits for no one; life quickly slipped away, and he eventually fell into a pool of blood.

"Cough cough cough!"

Lin Yan kicked Chen Qing's corpse away. His hands were shaking as if he had a cramp from using too much force.

Dealing with this half-human, half-monster thing almost completely drained him of his energy.

But he never let his guard down.

"Trying to run away?"

Lin Yan keenly sensed that a foul-smelling remnant soul on Chen Qing's corpse was preparing to slip away in the chaos.

Without a second thought, he activated the last remaining power over the deep water.

Although the water element authority was suppressed in this space-time shrouded by the rules of the red-robed figure, the remnant soul's combat power was still less than that of a cat or dog.

Moreover, Lin Yan had the micro-management assistance of the narrator. He folded a ball of water and casually tossed it, which landed right on the remnant soul's escape route, tightly enveloping it.

With a "pop," the water balloon floated back into his hand. Lin Yan casually used his scepter to seal it with a protective film and stuffed it into his pocket.

Get it done.

Lin Yan turned around and immediately walked towards the magic array.

"Su Hong, it's alright now, I'll take you out."

Lin Yan walked to the altar, reached out his hand, and tried to pull the girl lying in the pool of blood up.

however……

Just as he was about to touch Su Hong's shoulder.

Lin Yan's hand passed through Su Hong's body in a bizarre way, as if it were passing through air!

He was stunned.

Unconvinced, they reached out to grab it again, but the result was the same.

"What's going on? Narration?" Lin Yan roared in his mind.

"Master, my master..."

The narrator pondered his words, fearing that Lin Yan might take her anger out on him if she became unhappy.

"The rules here are being forcibly corrected. Chen Qing, whom you just killed, was merely a projected phantom in this timeline. Su Hong's fate... was written out thirty years ago."

"This is the core cause and effect of the grotesque formation. Although I don't know how you got to this place, it's more like a museum."

"You can learn about the stories of the past, but history cannot be changed."

Lin Yan stood there, his hand frozen in mid-air.

Yes, from the moment he stepped into the school gate, he guessed that everything here was just his senior's illusion.

When did he become so engrossed in it that he actually wanted to try to save the girl?

Was it when she was being bullied by her roommates?

Or was it when she was being manipulated by Chen Qing?

Forget it, I don't want to.

Let's just consider it a task completed.

He can change the details, he can kill the perpetrators of the past, but he can't save this girl.

Inside the magic circle, Su Hong was not saved even after Chen Qing's death.

Although the scalpel didn't cut her off, the resentment of the five murdered girls had already seeped into her flesh and blood.

Xiaoya's betrayal, the despair of being abandoned by the whole world, the loneliness of having no relatives or friends, and the arbitrary judgment of others...

Everything in her life was locked away in her heart, which was riddled with holes.

When you can no longer hold onto your heart, it's time to end it.

Why...?

Su Hong lay on the ground, her last words as a human being unanswered.

The last spark of human vitality in their eyes vanished.

The whites of his eyes were swallowed by a terrifying pure black.

His school uniform was gradually soaked with the black blood gushing from the array plate beneath him.

Starting from the hem, the color spreads to the chest, eventually turning the entire garment a vibrant, glistening blood red.

A chilling, malevolent, and terrifying pressure, seemingly intent on destroying everything, began to grow within the frail girl's body.

This is the origin of the "Red-Clad Senior".

Lin Yan just watched this scene unfold.

Looking at the girl who once timidly asked him in the corridor, "Why did you help me?", he eventually turned into a grotesque figure.

An indescribable sense of frustration welled up in Lin Yan's chest.

Even though he always only cared about interests and not feelings, he couldn't help but curse in his mind.

Screw weirdness.

Screw fate.

The moment Su Hong finished her transformation, the world fell silent.

This spacetime, created by her obsession and suffering, began to collapse completely.

The surrounding boilers, walls, and the blood-skin magic circle on the ground gradually faded and disappeared like a dream.

Lin Yan felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, the ground beneath his feet no longer existed, and the familiar sensation engulfed him once again.

With a thud, Lin Yan slammed heavily to the ground after a dizzying spin.

His ribs ached slightly, and his internal organs struggled to return to their proper places. He lay on the ground, desperately breathing in the long-lost scent of the modern city.

He struggled to turn over, lying on his back.

Only a blood moon, seemingly just soaked in blood, hung high in the night sky overhead.

The surrounding area consisted of rusty railings and an abandoned water tower.

He is back.

I returned to the real world thirty years later, back to my senior's rooftop.

"Little brother..."

A mournful sound drifted down from the water tower.

Lin Yan slowly raised her head.

Under the blood moon, a bright red dress hangs upside down on the edge of the water tower, and long black hair hangs in mid-air, swaying gently in the night breeze.

That pale face was almost exactly the same as it had been back then, only the eyes had changed.

A pair of bloodshot eyes without any whites were looking at him with a half-smile.

The complete form of the "Red-Clad Senior".

The senior student drifted down from the water tower like a red cloud, gentle yet irresistible.

She moved closer to Lin Yan, who was lying on the ground.

She stretched out her fingers and gently stroked Lin Yan's cheek, her voice low and deep, as if listing evidence of her husband's infidelity to him as he lay asleep in bed.

"Men, they're all liars after all. You said you'd protect me..."

"But you still couldn't save me."

The words had barely left his mouth when Lin Yan hadn't even thought of what to say.

There were a few whooshing sounds.

Countless thin red lines, like venomous snakes, shot out from under the senior's bright red skirt.

In an instant, it wrapped around Lin Yan's wrists and ankles!

Finally, the senior student tied his red tie herself and smiled indulgently.