Drip.

  In the cold bathroom, the sound of dripping water echoed. Qin Nuo, wearing bd white vas shoes, stepped on the damp floor.

  He g the dark er of the dead end, then moved to the sink to wash his hands.

  "The cat-and-mouse identity in game mode isn't strictly defined. As long as you ceal the pyer's identity, no one knows if you're the rat or the cat."

  "As long as your aura is strong enough, then you're the cat."

  This wasn't Qin Nuo's clusion, but what the top-ranked pyer had proven to him.

  Qin Nuo shook the water off his hands, looked at himself in the mirror, and smiled slightly, "If I had known the game had such high freedom, why did I work so hard?"

  As he spoke, Qin Nuo took out a mask.

  The mask was surrounded by a dark purple ghost aura, crafted with exquisite detail. The artwork on its surface carried a rebellious malice, like a demon's face, ughing maniacally, incredibly lifelike.

  Holding it, the mome its gaze, an inexplicable fear arose in his heart, making him instinctively want to throw it away.

  The Wraith Mask.

  Also a ghost creature from a ptinum chest, whether ghost or human, the moment the mask touches the face, a dense ghost aura will cover the entire body. The eyes beh the mask will be filled with hatred, violence, and ative emotions due to the mask's influence.

  No matter how gentle and kind a person is, wearing this eerie mask will infinitely amplify the deepest ive emotions, revealing the most evil side to the world.

  Holding the mask, Qin Nuo hesitated a bit, unsure of what he would bee after putting it on.

  Would he still be himself?

  He didn't sider himself a saint, but he wasn't a heinous viliher.

  However, self-assessment is always vague; only by looking from a third perspective one see clearly. This mask in his hand was that third perspective.

  "Let's see what I bee when I turn dark."

  "Maybe after turning dark, I'll fit Li Xiaoming's twisted image eveer?"

  With this thought, Qin Nuo stopped hesitating and pced the back of the mask on his face.

  The moment the skin touched it, the Wraith Mask seemed stimuted, and Qin Nuo clearly felt a slight tremor.

  Bck lines grew around the mask, pierg sharply into the surrounding face.

  As Qin Nuo felt the pain, the Wraith Mask suddenly adhered to his face, and a strong sense of dizziness attacked his mind.

  Gripping the edge of the sink, Qin Nuo steadied himself, using his willpower to resist the dizziness.

  As time passed, ges began to occur within Qin Nuo.

  World-weariness, irritability, anger, and ative emotions surged in his heart, filling his eyes with bloodshot veins.

  Qin Nuo could feel these ges, but he couldn't stop them, like being ied with a stimunt, his body instinctively excited, untrolble.

  He knew he was scious, but his emotions were pletely trolled by the mask.

  His chest heaved violently, hot breaths esg his mouth and nose, like a ragi.

  He didn't know how long it took,

  Qin Nuo raised his head again, looking at himself in the mirror, and was startled.

  At this moment, he was far more terrifying than a ghost, the kind that could instantly chill one's spine, all stemming from the mask on his face.

  Bang!

  Qin Nuo smashed the mirror with a punch, the pain in his knuckles instead stimuting his body and mind, bringing a certain pleasure.

  "Now I finally uand what a twisted psychopath feels like inside."

  Everything around him became dull and b.

  Violence, blood, pain—these imuting things were what he craved most now.

  "Ding, deteg that the pyer's current psyatches the iate of the role, gaining 15% role-pying degree!"

  "Just by wearing a mask, I got 15%, which is even higher than some role-pying tasks."

  With strong willpower, Qin Nuo trolled his inner ive emotions, still able to calmly thie being on the edge of losing trol. Oimuted by the outside world, this willpower could colpse instantly.

  Qin Nuo took a few steps back, viewing himself in the mirror from a more prehensive perspective.

  Now, no one could associate him with Li Xiaoming, even though his body, hair, and clothes hadn't ged, the terrifying aura pletely overshadowed those simirities.

  "Looks just like a major vilin, but I must say, it's quite dashing."

  Qin Nuo sincerely evaluated, some people are naturally drawn tonists, but he was naturally drawn to vilins.

  No one is born lucky; most live a life of hardship, which is more ong vilins, a reason Qin Nuo liked them.

  Creak—

  At this moment, he heard some noise.

  The st stall ihroom suddenly opened.

  A little ghost hid ihinking he erfectly cealed. The sudden opening of the bathroom door made him very annoyed.

  He looked up abruptly, about to get angry, but saw aremely terrifying mask. Beh the mask, a pair of bloodshot eyes seemed bloodthirsty, sparking endless imagination.

  The curse stu the little ghost's throat was swallowed down, turning into a weak voice, "This is my hiding pce..."

  Qin Nuo tio look at him coldly.

  The little ghost shivered all over, even though Qin Nuo made no move, he felt as if his body was being brutally torn apart.

  His voice trembled noticeably, "Are you... the cat or the rat?"

  Qin Nuo's answer was just two words, "You guess."

  The little ghost swallowed, one hand holding his head, the other taking out two dies from his crumpled pocket, pleading, "Don't punish me, I have dy."

  Qin Nuo's terrifying aura had already vihe little ghost that he was the cat, quickly the dy.

  Qin Nuo took the dy, only oiful piece, but even a little was meat. He spoke coldly, "Go, ime we meet, I hope you still have dy."

  The little ghost dashed away in a fsh.

  Because it was a festival, he wao be mischievous, but Qin Nuo was thtening, so he pulled up his pants and ran, not daring to linger.

  Putting the dy in his pocket, Qin Nuo uhe mask revealed a sly smile, "Now, the real cat is on the prowl."

  At that moment, several shadoeared at the bathroom door.

  A few deli students, holding ons for a fight, stared sinisterly into the bathroom.

  "Li Xiaoming is ihroom, boss, let's go in now."

  A tall student, holding a spiked club with bloody flesh hanging from the spikes, spoke.

  "Acc to Li Xiaodong, just knock out his teeth and cut off his tongue."

  The students nodded, excitement curling their lips, uo tain their itchy hands.

  Oudent looked around, scratg his head, "Why isn't that pockmarked ugly girl out this time? Isn't she Li Xiaoming's protector?"

  "Probably beaten into submission, even a madwoman fears death!"

  The repeat deli students ughed heartily, the tall leader taking a deep breath, throwing his cigarette to the ground, and stomping it out.

  "Let's go, teach that kid a lesson!"

  The students, armed, quickly stormed into the dimly lit bathroom, kig open every stall, searg everywhere, but found no trace of Li Xiaoming.

  "Strange, we clearly saw him e in here!"

  "Did he run through the walls?"

  The deli students were puzzled.

  Bang!

  Just then, the door at the entrance suddenly closed.

  A figure appeared there.

  The deli students froze, then their faces lit up with joy, shouting, "Found him, get him!"

  They brandished their ons, ready to charge, but immediately stopped iracks.

  The leader spread his arms, stopping his followers, looking fusedly at the shadow.

  The shadow stepped forward, the limited light revealing a terrifying mask.

  "Not Li Xiaoming, who are you?" the students asked, intimidated by the mask, raising their voices to assert their presence.

  "Do you have dy?"

  The figure asked calmly, only this question.

  Hearing this, the deli students were momentarily stuhen realized.

  "Teacher?"

  They had clearly seen Li Xiaomier, how did it turn into a teacher?

  "Do you have dy?"

  Qin Nuo repeated the question, his bloodshot eyes growing more intense.

  It wasn't that he was deliberately sg them, but his inner ive emotions were being increasingly strong, barely suppressible.

  "Damn, we were so focused on finding Li Xiaoming, we fot t dy."

  "No worries, a little punishment, what's there to fear?"

  The students believed the figure was the cat, whispering among themselves.

  The tall leader retained some defiance, disdainfully saying, "Teacher, we're not pying this game."

  "No dy, then accept punishment."

  Qin Nuo's voice was hoarse.

  The tall leader was displeased, disdainfully saying, "We said we're not pying, even the head teacher 't trol us, who do you think you are?"

  "Yeah, we're deli students, we're supposed to be rebellious, why should we listen to him?"

  With the leader taking the lead, the deli students became defiant, in their rebellious phase, fearing nothing, not even the king of heaven.

  "I... I have a dy."

  Ironically, oudent chied out, taking out a dy, gng at Qin Nuo, then sheepishly at his panions.

  His panions immediately sneered, flipping him off, mog him.

  The student hung his head, humiliated beyond measure.

  The ive emotion-filled Qin Nuo was eager for their defiance, hearing this made his excitement untrolble, a smile involuntarily curling his lips.

  "Didn't your family teach you to respect teachers?"

  "If they didn't, thehe teacher teach you, don't be afraid, teachers have always used violeo vince people! This method of education works every time!"

  As he spoke, a bone-crushing hammer and human bone nails appeared in his hands.

  The moment he finished speaking, Qin Nuo no longer suppressed his inner ive emotions, releasing them freely, he was truly pent up.

  Just when he o vent, these students were a great help!

  As Qin Nuo charged, the tall leader snorted coldly, decisively swinging his spiked club.

  The sed, the result was that the spiked club was easily shattered by a hand, a blood-stained hammer swinging hard at his head.

  With a thud, the tall leader's skull cracked open, blood spttering, toppling him to the ground.

  The other deli students hadn't reacted when two long human bone nails pierced their eyeballs, peing the back of their skulls.

  These physical injuries, for those who were no longer human, were like a tickle.

  But the terrifying ghost power of the human bone nails made the fallen students scream miserably, bck smoke billowing from their wounds.

  The tall leader with the cracked skull, clutg his head, also screamed miserably.

  The remaining two deli students were finally scared, trying to flee, but Qin Nuo blocked the exit first.

  "Teacher, we know we're wrong, please spare us, we won't dare again!"

  Qin Nuo's eyes were now pletely blood-red, his aura like he had crawled out of a pile of corpses.

  Beh the terrifying mask, a chilling, maniacal ughter emerged.

  Was there any sembnce of a teacher?

  "What are you saying, today is your holiday, py the game happily."

  "In games, there are winners and losers. If you lose, you must accept punishment, uand?"

  "Besides, is my punishment really that scary?"

  The student in front was about to cry, shouting to pin to his parents, but before he could finish, his head ped off, a fountain of blood following.

  "Children's Day is for smiling, why cry?"

  The remaining two students were petrified.

  Sitting paralyzed on the ground, their legs too weak to stand.

  Tired of swinging the bone-crushing hammer, Qin Nuo put it away, taking out a saw instead.

  Pulling the cord, the saw's roar echoed ihroom.

  Qin Nuo, holding the saw, ughed maniacally, stepping towards the two students, resembling a saw-wielding killer from a movie.

  The two students, scooting ba their butts, pleaded for mercy.

  However, it was futile. Amidst screams, ughter, and the saw's tinued for a full five minutes before quieting down.

  Looking at the se, it was a bloody hell.

  The blood-red saw was discarded, its roar silenced.

  Qin Nuo exhaled deeply, walking towards the st student standing in the pool of blood.

  He stood there, seemingly numb with fear, motionless.

  Qin Nuo approached, taking the dy from his hand.

  The bloodshot eyes beh the Wraith Mask gradually faded, squinting slightly, he smiled and said, "Happy Children's Day, student."

  With that, Qin Nuo packed up his things ahe bathroom that had bee a hell.

  After an unknown period, the student who narrowly avoided punishment finally reacted, trembling as he spoke, "Thank you... teacher..."

  JOSOLUNA