"Get out of the way! Move!" Prince Teng roared in panic and fury, shoving Zhao Hao, who stood frozen in terror, aside as he sprinted forward.

  As for Fang Xiu, the moment he saw everyone fleeing for their lives, he had already pressed himself against the wall to avoid being caught in the chaos.

  Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

  His colleagues, who had once been sedentary office workers, now dashed past Fang Xiu like elite athletes, the wind whistling in their wake.

  Poor Zhao Hao was knocked over several times and ended up sprawled on the ground.

  "W-Wait for me! Young Master Wang! Don’t leave me behind!" Li Feifei had scrambled to her feet, her pretty face twisted in terror, her makeup streaked by tears.

  She was dead last—not just because she had been pushed down, but also because she was wearing sky-high heels.

  Of course, it might also have had something to do with the physically exhausting activities she’d engaged in earlier.

  Not only was she wearing those impossible heels, but she also had on a tight, body-hugging pencil skirt—sexy, yes, but with one major flaw: you couldn’t run in it. Anyone with experience knew that when you tried, the skirt would ride up uncontrollably...

  "Ah!" Li Feifei hadn’t taken more than two steps before she let out a sharp cry and collapsed again.

  Her slender, pale ankle was already swollen and red.

  It turned out that running in high heels was a bad idea—sprained ankles were practically guaranteed.

  Li Feifei barely registered the searing pain in her ankle as she desperately tried to get up, but the next second, her vision darkened.

  Thick, inky strands of hair, like writhing snakes, draped over her face.

  It was the female doctor’s hanging locks.

  Li Feifei’s body trembled, her heart skipping a beat as she instinctively looked up—only to meet the pallid face of the female doctor, her blank, pupil-less eyes fixed directly on her.

  She froze, as if all strength had been drained from her body. She couldn’t move a muscle.

  It wasn’t until the female doctor’s hair brushed against her face—cold and slimy—that she snapped back to reality.

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  "Ahhhh!"

  Li Feifei let out a bloodcurdling scream, scrambling forward like a frantic animal, her knees scraping bloody trails across the rough concrete floor. But she felt nothing—only the desperate need to escape.

  "H-Help me!" she screamed at Fang Xiu and Zhao Hao, the only two left in the hallway. The others had long since reached the end of the corridor and vanished around the corner.

  "I don’t want to—"

  Before she could finish her sentence, a silvery flash of blade-light sliced through the air.

  Her vision tilted, spun, then dropped.

  Thud.

  A dull sound echoed as Li Feifei’s head hit the ground.

  The female doctor’s scalpel was razor-sharp, and her over two-meter-long limbs gave her an enormous attack range.

  With just one swing, the decapitation was complete.

  It happened so fast that Li Feifei’s body remained kneeling in a crawling position, the severed stump of her neck smooth and glistening, blood gushing like a fountain.

  Some of it even splattered onto Zhao Hao. Fang Xiu, standing behind him, remained untouched.

  Zhao Hao, who had barely regained his composure, was once again paralyzed with terror. The sheer gruesomeness of the scene would’ve made him wet himself—if he hadn’t already emptied his bladder earlier.

  After killing Li Feifei, the female doctor didn’t stop. Instead, she meticulously began dissecting the corpse with her scalpel.

  Her movements were precise, methodical, almost professional—as if she were performing surgery. Fang Xiu and Zhao Hao stood right beside her, yet she paid them no attention.

  Once the dissection was complete, the female doctor pounced on the remains like a starving beast and began feeding.

  Watching this, Fang Xiu pieced together the pattern.

  He had deduced the female doctor’s killing rule: she killed the closest person, one at a time.

  Otherwise, there was no reason for her to ignore him and Zhao Hao.

  Her method of killing—dismemberment with a scalpel, followed by consumption—likely stemmed from her profession when she was alive.

  The scalpel, the surgical precision—she must have performed countless operations in the mental hospital.

  Doctors typically operated on one patient at a time. It was practically unheard of for a surgeon to wield two scalpels simultaneously, operating on two patients at once.

  That was probably why the female doctor only killed one person at a time and used a scalpel for dismemberment—meticulous, focused, and professional.

  As for the eating part? That was probably just her instinct as a monster.

  Now that he understood the pattern, Fang Xiu stepped forward and stood right beside the female doctor.

  The scene was gruesome, but he remained unfazed. He had to thank his wife for that—he’d experienced similar scenes many times before. The only difference was that *he* had been the one being eaten.

  Suddenly, Fang Xiu clenched his fist and punched the female doctor with all his strength.

  Thud.

  A dull impact echoed.

  Fang Xiu retracted his fist, blood dripping from his knuckles.

  He frowned, examining his injured hand, then looked at the female doctor’s completely unharmed face.

  She continued her "elegant" meal, utterly undisturbed by Fang Xiu’s rudeness.

  His fist had felt like it had struck steel. That punch made him realize the vast gap between himself and the female doctor.

  So far, every supernatural entity he’d encountered possessed lethality far beyond human resistance.

  Humans were as weak as ants in the face of the supernatural.

  Perhaps only by becoming a Spirit Wielder could he change that.

  Just then, a trembling voice came from behind him.

  "X-Xiu... Bro, let’s run!"

  It was Zhao Hao.

  Despite his terror, Zhao Hao hadn’t bolted like the others. Instead, he’d tried to get Fang Xiu to come with him.

  But Fang Xiu didn’t move. He remained calm.

  "This supernatural only eats one person at a time. That means while she’s feeding, it’s the safest moment."

  "B-But... she’s almost done!"

  "Li Feifei had a great figure. She wasn’t one of those skinny girls—though her legs looked slim, she had plenty of meat where it counted. So, based on her body mass, she should last at least three, maybe even four minutes. No rush."

  Fang Xiu delivered this horrifying analysis in a disturbingly matter-of-fact tone.

  Zhao Hao, already on the verge of a mental breakdown, vomited at the words "body mass."

  Bits of vegetables, instant noodles, wide noodles, and enoki mushrooms splattered on the floor—clearly, he’d had hot pot for dinner.

  "Prince Teng mentioned that to become a Spirit Wielder, you need to let supernatural power corrupt your mind. And the place with the strongest supernatural energy in this domain would naturally be right beside the monster. So, I plan to stay a little longer. If you’re scared, you can go ahead."

  With that, Fang Xiu ignored Zhao Hao and reached out to touch the female doctor’s two-meter-long, spider-like bent legs.

  He wasn’t sure how to let supernatural power corrupt his mind, but physical contact probably sped things up.

  The texture was icy, like touching a corpse.