Fan Ziyan had already switched back to her human form the moment the muscles on Lu Ce’s back moved slightly.

But it was too late!

A muffled groan broke the elegant piano melody in the classroom. Anyone could hear the pain and suppression in that sound, making the otherwise chaotic yet harmonious notes discordant.

Back in her spirit form, Fan Ziyan looked down at her upper abdomen.

There was a bullet hole!

Even though spirit forms didn’t bleed, and pain was significantly reduced after switching forms—

The sharp pain and the unstable trembling of her spirit form told her clearly that her condition was bad.

Especially mentally—she felt absolutely awful, because she had to accept one fact: she’d been shot.

In her entire life, this was her first time getting shot! She had no idea what to do, and even less about how to switch back into human form later.

But the most important thing was, she couldn’t believe what had just happened.

In her original plan, she just wanted to tease the top-ranked guy behind her a bit, and when he tried to counterattack, she’d instantly possess a ghost and fade out.

Not only would that be provocative, but it’d successfully stir up his emotions to match the scene of this Campus Mystery.

This guy—sooner or later—would be driven insane by her!

But he just fired a shot? From that angle, she had no time to react. The only scenario where she couldn’t dodge was if he’d aimed directly at her abdomen—clean shot, through and through!

What kind of psycho is this?!

"Sin" hadn’t gone crazy yet, but she herself was already about to lose it.

Her mind was a mess, and even the song in the room started breaking off mid-notes. At the same time, Lu Ce’s voice came from behind again.

His tone was steady, as if completely unaffected.

“Classmate, would you like to play a piece with me?”

The words Fan Ziyan had said who knows how many times were returned to her, exactly the same, by Lu Ce.

Fan Ziyan: ......

She didn’t know how to respond. All she could do was make a silent vow in her heart: she wouldn’t switch back to her human form again—not until this man was dealt with.

“Do you realize I held back just now?” Lu Ce’s voice was calm but suppressed, like he was trying hard to restrain something.

Fan Ziyan didn’t know what he meant, so she stayed silent. Due to the Campus Mystery’s setup, she could only remain back-to-back with Lu Ce in her spirit form and couldn’t see what was happening behind her.

He fired a shot at her and came out totally fine??

What kind of savage is this? No—she couldn’t stall. The number of notes had to keep increasing!

As she thought, her phantom hands began dancing over the piano keys behind her. One music sheet after another floated into the air.

Each one tugged at Lu Ce’s sanity, attacking his nerves, amplifying his Rage Points.

But he was still calm.

“If I had aimed at my neck just now, you’d be dead.”

Fan Ziyan instantly felt a chill down her spine.

Lu Ce’s neck aligned—more or less—with where her head was.

Though it sounded absurd to shoot himself in the neck, she suddenly felt that the man behind her was dead serious.

—He would definitely do it!

Out of nowhere, she was gripped by an inexplicable fear.

She felt like she was walking a tightrope between life and death. Even in her spirit form—immune even to nuclear bombs—she couldn’t feel safe at all.

The man behind her seemed to radiate a repressive aura, ready to erupt and devour everything at any moment.

“Too bad you won’t get the chance,” Fan Ziyan said stiffly, quickly creating more music sheets, weaving a web, trying to control the prey trapped within it.

“You should exit the game now,” Lu Ce said again.

“Classmate, would you like to play a piece with me?” That was Fan Ziyan’s reply.

She didn’t know why, but she felt like that line just sealed her fate.

“I’m very sorry.”

The tension in Lu Ce’s voice gradually faded. If someone could’ve seen him, they would have noticed his pupils were slowly changing—his irises spreading out.

Gradually, his eyes turned completely black!

—I’m not bloodthirsty, but I might lose control.

This Campus Mystery was designed to manipulate emotions, so after this, he would likely lose control for a while.

If he lost it, the unlucky one wouldn’t be him...

A wave of despair swept over the classroom, sending an ice-cold chill deep into Fan Ziyan’s bones.

Two black hole-like eyes appeared on the pale green Wrath Mask, its mouth started cracking and melting.

The Confessions of the Disillusioned suddenly floated up in midair, lining up alongside the sheets of music, causing them to tremble all at once.

Then, Lu Ce flipped open the book with his left hand, and placed his right hand on the piano keys before him.

Scholar’s Right Hand—master-level piano technique.

As he turned to the first page, the Confessions of the Disillusioned showed chaotic symbols, like a scrambled dictionary pieced together randomly, squirming with frenzied patterns.

Lu Ce stared at that disorderly mess, and with his right hand—began to play!

Scholar’s Right Hand—don’t even ask how it worked, just know it could play the confession book like a music score and produce a melody!

Immediately, a bizarre sound filled the classroom—completely out of tune!

It was like a symphony performance in Vienna’s Golden Hall being suddenly crashed by Second Hand Rose!

In terms of emotions, Fan Ziyan’s music targeted a wide range—tormenting with the Seven Emotions and Six Desires.

But Lu Ce only released one emotion: pure, unfiltered rage!

That emotion was ferociously aggressive, instantly overwhelming everything else. Under the influence of the Confessions of the Disillusioned, the phantom music sheets and piano keys began to tremble violently.

Fan Ziyan: !

What the hell is happening!?

No one answered her question. Lu Ce’s left hand flipped to the second page.

His right hand played so fast it left afterimages. In the empty room, it felt like a horde of demons had appeared out of thin air, recklessly attacking other music notes, striking at the core of the formation—Fan Ziyan.

From the moment Lu Ce said “I’m very sorry” to now, less than two minutes had passed.

Fan Ziyan felt soul-crushing suffocation. Her spirit form was trembling uncontrollably—she felt like the ghost she was possessing could collapse at any moment!

If that happened while in possession, she’d die too!

But if she switched to physical form, with that maniac behind her—and a bullet wound in her abdomen...

When Lu Ce flipped to the third page, Fan Ziyan finally made a decision: exit!

She turned back to human form and pulled out the Exit Token.

But in just the moment it took for those two actions, that monstrous mask had already appeared in front of her. His right hand, carrying a tidal wave of power, swung round and smacked straight at her face!

It was like a giant hammer slamming into putty!

Two minutes ago, Lu Ce said: I’m very sorry.