A loud bang exploded in the room as the Dev Ghost was beaten senseless by the Blood-Eyed Ghost, who had two eyes opened.

  Yet, in the end, he always mao stand in front of the shelves, guarding those treasures behind him.

  "No oouches my treasures!" the Dev Ghost roared.

  Qin Nuo sehat the Blood-Eyed Ghost was starting to tire, a result of his Ghost Power being stantly drained.

  In trast, the Dev Ghost, with a bruised and swollen face, grabbed a pile of trash from the ground and stuffed it into his mouth. His whole body shook with fat, and his injuries visibly healed.

  "Not much time left to waste here."

  Gng at the time, they had been here for several hours, and it was almost six in the evening. The nuns would soon appear.

  "This fat pig is blog the way, any ideas?" The Blood-Eyed Ghost was helpless, enjoying the beating but uo do more.

  Qin Nuo's eyes fshed, and he suddenly said, "He might be afraid of something."

  "What?"

  Qin Nuo didn't answer, iaking out the gloves of the Thunder King and putting them on his right hand. With human tact, the gloves were instantly covered iricity, arcs of lightning crag.

  "Go!"

  Qin Nuo said.

  The Blood-Eyed Ghost didn't ask, trolling the right hand to charge forward.

  "A tig punch."

  The Dev Ghost sneered, but when the punded on him, a rge amount of electricity surged out, arcs crawling over his entire body.

  The Dev Ghost suddenly screamed in terror, his body vulsing, stepping back a few paces before colpsing to the ground.

  "Oh, so you really are afraid of electricity?" Qin Nuo said with a smile.

  In truth, he had only guessed.

  Earlier, when the Dev Ghost spat out aric tablet, Qin Nuo had taken note of it.

  The Dev Ghost twitched, staring at the white gloves with deep apprehension.

  But to cover his weakness, he forced himself to say, "I'm not afraid of that thing, I just slipped!"

  "Not afraid, then why are you shaking?"

  The Dev Ghost looked at his trembling legs, wanting to expin, but saw Qin Nuo already in front of him.

  The white gloves were crag with terrifyiricity.

  "Brother, how about we have a heart-to-heart?" Qin Nuo asked with a smile.

  The Dev Ghost instinctively backed away in fear, asking subsciously,

  "What?"

  Before he could finish, Qin Nuht hand shot forward like a spear, pierg through the Dev Ghost's chest, deep into his heart.

  "You!"

  The Dev Ghost couldn't struggle in time, the white gloves inside him released a terrifying current, flooding through his ans like a torrent.

  The Dev Ghost vulsed violently.

  Layers of fat shook, gradually turning charred.

  In an instant, the smell of burning flesh filled the air.

  When Qin Nuo withdrew his hand, the Dev Ghost colpsed to the ground, vulsing madly, eyes rolled back.

  His mouth opened, releasing a puff of bck smoke.

  "Smells like roast meat," the Blood-Eyed Ghost remarked.

  "Thunder King Yang's family heirloom is indeed powerful, perfect for dealing with the disobedient."

  Qin Nuo said, turning to the shelves to take dostick.

  The lipstick carried a faint fragrance.

  Half of it had been used, bright as blood.

  "This is the real boyfriend lipstick, made from a boyfriend."

  "Destroy the shelves!" the Blood-Eyed Ghost suggested.

  Qin Nuo thought about it but dismissed the idea.

  Destroying a fat nerd's treasure trove was worse than killing him.

  More importantly, pints from the nuns would be troublesome.

  Leaving a Rem pillow for the Dev Ghost, he believed the ghost would know what to do.

  Qin Nuo didn't linger, leaving the pce.

  Soon, Qin Nuo returo the third floor, heading straight for room 301.

  He pushed open the door.

  The Evil God of Fire Cloud was still on the baly reading a neer.

  The child on the bed was still engrossed in pying games.

  The beautiful woman was at the vanity, adding touches to her makeup.

  "Decided to deliver yourself?" the beautiful woman asked, looking at her stunning refle in the mirror.

  Qin Nuo said nothing, pg a piece of lipsti the table.

  The beautiful woman g it, her brows furrowing, "How could you possibly find it?"

  She had only used it as an excuse to kill Qin Nuo, never expeg him to actually find it.

  "It took some effort."

  "After all, a lipstick made from one's boyfriend isn't easy to find, you 't just grab any lipstick to pass it off," Qin Nuo said.

  The beautiful woman's expression darkened, "Did that crazy woman tell you?"

  "No, she couldn't possibly know."

  Her face turned icy, as if her little secret had been exposed, and suddenly, her eyes filled with murderous i.

  Qin Nuo's expression remained unged.

  He met her gaze directly, "If you still want to kill me, go ahead, my life isn't worth much."

  I've got two lives, I revive after dying.

  But if a patient kills a caregiver, there will be a heavy price to pay!

  "Are you threatening me?"

  The beautiful woman smiled, but the smile held no warmth.

  "I have a habit, every man I've killed, I make into my beloved etics."

  Qin Nuo remained silent, still expressionless as he looked at her.

  If this woman decided to go all out, there was nothing he could do.

  "Zhang Ya, let him go," the old man reading the neer suddenly spoke.

  This surprised Qin Nuo.

  Why was this old man helping him for no reason?

  "Old man, are you meddling?" Zhang Ya looked at the old man coldly, unafraid.

  "Last time, because of your willfulness, I uoo. This old body 't take a sed time."

  The old man put down the neer, his hollow eyes chilling.

  The child on the bed, still pying games, also spoke up, "Sister, I don't have a third game sole. If the nuns fiscate it, there'll be nothing to py."

  "Will you py with me?"

  The boy g Zhang Ya, a strange smile appearing on his pale face.

  The beautiful woman's eyes softened, pig up the lipstid crushing it into ashes.

  Then, she opened a drawer, took out another lipstick, and applied it to her red lips.

  Qin Nuo saw the drawer was full of lipsticks, all with big-headed doll bels.

  No surprise, these were all her boyfriends.

  Qin Nuo watched Zhang Ya tio focus on her makeup, uanding her i, ahe room.

  Ba the hallway, Qin Nuo felt the cold sweat on his back, soaking his vest.

  The three ghosts in room 301 undoubtedly possessed Horror Level power.

  Yet they were all extremely afraid of the nuns, raising many questions.

  What did the nuns rely on to rule and mahe asylum?

  Why did so many terrifying patients fear her presence?

  As Qin Nuo pohese questions, the game's voice echoed in his mind.

  "gratutions, Pyer, on pleting the C-level instaask. Additional scores will be settled after the instands!"

  "gratutions, Pyer, on obtaining a mai clue—every night in the asylum, strange singing be heard in the corridors. Why not find the sourd see who's singing?"

  "gratutions, Pyer, on receiving the task reward—Fallen Angel's Oil Lamp!" (Lighting the mp dispels darkness and grants immunity to all mental disturbances.)

  JOSOLUNA