"Hey kid, is your hand itg?"

  "Or are you provokihinking I have a good temper?"

  Mr. Mu stood in front of Qin Nuo, like a t mountain, his shadow pletely enveloping Qin Nuo's small frame.

  His desding gaze was filled with malice.

  The other pyers looked at him, shaking their heads inwardly.

  This kid is done for!

  A thin yer of speared on Qin Nuo's forehead. He slightly raised his head and said, "It's just a habitual a."

  "A habit, huh? Let me help you ge it, so you won't have these little habits anymore."

  As soon as he finished speaking, that rge hand reached out directly.

  Qin Nuo's expression darkened, unsure of what to do, as resisting or not resisting both seemed like bad outes for him!

  The rge hand grabbed Qin Nuo's arm, and immediately, veins like old tree roots writhed beh the skin.

  The pyers seemed to already see the se of Qin Nuo's arm being torn apart, blood spttering everywhere.

  However, iy, that tree trunk-like arm lifted forcefully, but Qin Nuo's arm wasn't torn, nor did it even lift his heels off the ground.

  "Hmm?"

  Mr. Mu's eyes showed a hint of surprise, but then he sneered, "Iing."

  The five fingers on Qin Nuo's shoulder suddeed force, and a terrifying ghost power surged onto his shoulder again.

  At that moment, bck veins also spread across the surface of Qin Nuht arm, like living creatures.

  Mr. Mu exerted force again, but still couldn't tear off that thin arm that was like a bamboo pole.

  Mr. Mu's face twitched, his eyes filled with both shame and disbelief.

  He clearly felt a more terrifying force resisting him.

  Even though the grouh his feet had cracked and sunk, and he had used all his strength, he still couldn't tear the skin on that shoulder.

  After a moment of stiffness.

  Mr. Mu suddenly withdrew his hand, his face looking ugly, filled with more shame and anger.

  The other students were all puzzled.

  The pyers were even more bewildered.

  What's going on?

  Seeing his expression, Qin Nuo gave him a way out, "Mr. Mu is really kind, knowing my joints aren't good, he even gave me a massage to help me stretch."

  "Thank you, Mr. Mu, I feel much better now!"

  Mr. Mu was stunned for a moment, coughed lightly, and said, "Your physique is not bad, but you o pay more attention to exercise iure. Your joints are a bit rusty."

  After speaking, he turned and tio scold the other students, "What are you looking at? Are you all deaf?"

  The students quickly averted their gaze.

  Everyoually believed it, filled with disbelief.

  The pyers were even more perplexed, "Did this guy pull some strings?"

  "Special treatment? Or some proteeism?"

  The strange bck veins on his right arm gradually disappeared.

  The Blood-Eyed Ghost spoke disdainfully, "You think you take me down?"

  "If I weren't worried about exposing my identity, I would have crushed his head already."

  Qin Nuo: "You're awesome, Blood Bro."

  Later, a few more students underwent Mr. Mu's "corre," and the ten-minute nightmare finally ended.

  Mr. Mu looked at the clod said in a deep voice, " is free time. When the bell rings, you don't o gather, just leave!"

  After speaking, he left with heavy steps.

  Qin Nuo watched his departing figure and muttered to himself, "It seems he probably has two personalities."

  "I just don't know whie is the main personality and whie is the derivative."

  "No wohose students were as uneasy and nervous as they were at first. They didn't know which personality Mr. Mu was."

  "This school actually hired a dual-personality patient as a teacher. It's bizarre and should be sent to Saint Yasi Asylum, where no one is normal..."

  During free time, the students were like cats let out of a cage, excitedly running around.

  Basketball, badminton, table tennis, there were plenty of ball games, as well as childhood games like hopscotch, stohrowing, and jump rope.

  Of course, Qin Nuo wasn't ied in these. To avoid beiangled by cssmates like Huang Xia, he left the field early.

  Free time at school was a rare opportunity, precious for pyers.

  The mai of the instance was to find the mischievous principal, which required iigation within the school.

  It seemed like a simple task, but as a mai, it couldn't be that easy.

  Although the main reason for entering the instanow was the senten the phohe reward was sedary.

  But Qin Nuo wasn't sure if the mai would be helpful to him.

  Perhaps getting the MVP of the instahe so-called clue, would be more helpful to him?

  The Bck Crow Ghost School wasn't rge, with only four buildings and a field: two teag buildings, one faculty building, and one prehensive building. From the school gate, everything was in view.

  The school was evidently an old one, several decades old, with no signs of renovation or funding, and all the equipment was outdated.

  A statue in the ter of the campus, resembling fucius, had long beehered beynition, with many parts damaged and covered in mottled marks. The book it inally held had been repced with a broom by mischievous students.

  "The instaroduentiohat the principal of Bck Crow Ghost School also likes to py roles. Does this mean he has the ability to py any role at will?"

  "If that's true, then what's the point for pyers? Uhe principal is foolish enough to reveal himself, it's impossible to find him."

  "But providing clues is another matter."

  "I just don't know if this instance has task instances or if it's purely judged by the degree of role-pying to determihe score after the instands."

  "The freedom of the hame is too high, it's hard to say." But so far, Qin Nuo hadn't triggered any task instances.

  The mai roblem, and the situation at home was even more so.

  As Liao said, Li Xiaoming's home was full of ndmines.

  Getting stuck with the role of Li Xiaoming was truly unfortunate, with a twisted mind and a bizarre family, pletely uo a normal student family.

  Where did Liao , that unlucky guy, get his information?

  Maybe I should take advantage of this time to buy some fruit and visit him at the infirmary?

  Qin Nuo thought as he walked.

  When he looked up, he couldn't help but be stunned. He had unknowingly walked to the corridor of the prehensive building.

  The sign on the room not far away read "Infirmary."

  "Tsk, it seems like fate. As a good cssmate, there's no harm in a friendly visit."

  Qin Nuo muttered and walked towards the infirmary.

  But just as he took two steps, a voice suddenly echoed in his mind...

  JOSOLUNA