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Of course, Yan Junze wasn't really planning to bludgeon him to death with the club, otherwise what mission would be completed?

Having the club in hand was merely a means of deterrence, to make the guy obediently follow him to the bathroom, rather than waiting for an opportunity to keep splitting his spirit and fulfill an impossible Obsession.

After following the guy back to the dormitory, Yan Junze was certain that only Han Zhao had been subjected to Chen Rui'an's Spirit-Splitting, and the range wasn't very large, which is why he decided to immediately resolve this task.

"Let's go."

Yan Junze simply reached out his hand and grabbed Chen Rui'an's wrist.

Chen Rui'an's facial expression was still that of a rigid corpse, his pupils a dull grey haze, and after being grabbed by Yan Junze, he made no movements, just followed and left the dorm.

The moment he left, Han Zhao, who had been standing all this while, fell to the ground with a thud, frightening Chen Kun who hurried over to check on him.

Once in the corridor, Yan Junze didn't let go of Chen Rui'an; he just held his wrist in one hand and the club in the other, heading in the direction of the wash area.

Along the way, they encountered Guo Jintao, who was hurrying back. Still hugging the wall as he walked, upon seeing Chen Rui'an reappear in the corridor, Guo was startled, promptly reverting to his old trick by pressing himself against the nearest dormitory door, motionless.

Watching a strange young man pass by with that Back-faced Woman in tow, Guo Jintao clearly saw the young man holding the club smile at him as they passed.

That smile nearly made him wet his pants just like Han Zhao.

Anyway, a guy who could walk and hold hands with strangenesses had to be a strangeness himself, at least that was what Guo Jintao thought.

After making sure Yan Junze and his companion had passed, he immediately left the door he was sticking to and ran fast toward his own Room 511, diving straight in.

At this point, who cared about Zhang Wei's fate? Although that poor guy never came out after he entered the bathroom, his chances were slim to none.

Yan Junze quickly arrived at the wash area, dragging Chen Rui'an with him and went straight into the bathroom, randomly choosing an open stall and pointing inside.

"Stand in there and get ready to pee."

At this moment, he felt like he had transformed into a kindergarten teacher, explaining to each little child the nuances of going to the bathroom as if it were his main professional duty.

Of course, Chen Rui'an was now a strangeness and could not actually complete the act of using the toilet, meaning he couldn't pee at all.

The formation of all this was solely controlled by the Obsession, and if no one helped, the Obsession would persist until the day the strangeness perished for some reason.
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Chen Rui'an walked into the toilet stall mechanically, pulled down his zipper, and made all the moves he wanted to make in front of a big problem before, then just like the previous times, he remained motionless.

What followed was that he would fall backward, then bump his head on the urinal step outside.

But not this time.

After he walked in, Yan Junze quickly reviewed the thoughts he had before deciding to carry out this task, then stretched out a hand and pressed it against Chen Rui'an's back.

In his mind, his blood seethed, and soon Yan Junze's face turned crimson with an uncontrollable urge to slaughter all the lower-level strangenesses in front of him boiling within him.

He did not notice as his body began to sprout dense black hair, and his neck began to contort, slowly turning backward, at an extremely slow pace.

In his field of vision, he no longer saw the bathroom surroundings, but instead, a new environment emerged as if it were an illusion.

Unlike the first time the "Fake Spirit Body" was triggered, this time the scenery before his eyes was not the lush green grass fields of the outskirts, nor were there any gravesites visible; instead, he saw an abandoned and dilapidated factory.

The factory was filled with a large number of idle, damaged machines, but not a single person was in sight.

However, at this moment, a little girl in a red dress ran by, ducking under one of the discarded pieces of equipment. It wasn't long before the little girl's head peeked out from the gap, her head tilted as she looked toward Yan Junze.

"Eh?"

Confirmed, it was Ke'er.

Ke'er looked this way and quickly crawled out from under the equipment, running on all fours to Yan Junze's front, swiftly climbing up his body.

In fact, Yan Junze was well aware that this was the Back-faced Woman's body. Now he was just sharing the same viewpoint as the Back-faced Woman.

"Mom... Mom?"

Ke'er, hugging the Back-faced Woman (Yan Junze)'s neck, felt something was off and couldn't help calling out, obviously seeking confirmation.

A sudden surge of inexplicable warmth flooded Yan Junze's heart. He remembered the first time he'd heard Ke'er speak a complete sentence; it was this word, "Mom."

"Ke'er." Unable to resist, Yan Junze called out.

"Huh?" Ke'er tilted her head, still sensing something off about the Back-faced Woman, and stared eagerly at her mother.

All at once, Ke'er shuddered, her limbs trembling slightly as she brought her head closer, rubbing her cheeks non-stop on the Back-faced Woman (Yan Junze)'s face.

Even separated by a great distance, having no idea where the mother and daughter were at this moment, Yan Junze could feel Ke'er's attachment.

He closed his eyes involuntarily.

But the next second, an erupting sensation of burning pain coursed through his veins as if it were about to burst all his blood vessels. The pain brought Yan Junze violently back to reality.

For a moment, he could feel the air around him twisting in a bizarre way, the previously still atmosphere suddenly becoming distorted, stretched, dispersed, and pulled back.

Once he came to, Ke'er's affectionate face disappeared, and the scene of the restroom reappeared in front of him.

"It's the change in the magnetic field!"

Yan Junze deeply felt that at this moment, with the Semi-Spirit State initiated by him, although not fully activated, he could still manipulate or slightly alter the strangenesses' magnetic field.

Around Chen Rui'an, ripples and distortions originally were present, but now they had been smoothed out by the magnetic field around Yan Junze, appearing almost seamless, their operation beginning to run more smoothly.

The next second, Chen Rui'an suddenly exhibited a shivering motion.

It was clear, he was finished.

Or rather, he felt that he had finished.

Once Yan Junze was sure, he tried to loosen the hand pressing against his back.

Chen Rui'an moved slowly, painstakingly completing the subsequent actions after using the toilet.

Then he turned around slowly; now, Chen Rui'an's pupils were no longer a dull gray mass, seeming to have a hint of color, and the corners of his mouth curved slightly as if he was smiling.

From beginning to end, he had not spoken a word, just staring at Yan Junze, or more precisely, at the Semi-Spirit State Yan Junze.

Soon, Chen Rui'an's body slowly began to turn transparent, bit by bit, until he completely disappeared...

Yan Junze put away the club he held in his hand, his mind still revolving around that clear and controlled feeling of having touched the magnetic field just now.

But the next moment, his body felt as if it would explode, blood boiling, all vessels bulging, his head buzzing.

The previously twisted head didn't turn a full 180 degrees but had still twisted close to half, and the black hair that had grown out had not retracted.

In this moment, Yan Junze felt an extreme bloodlust.