This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Chapter 398 Protest! This is blatant murder!

After doing all that, the two of them, clutching potato chips and cola, returned to their dormitory "excitedly."

Dave and Park Ji-won looked at them, their faces full of confusion.

Lin Feng smiled and shook the bag in his hand, explaining with a relaxed expression:

"I was a bit bored, so I just went to the dorm manager's and bought some snacks."

"These cost me a hundred ghost coins, it hurts so much—come on, let's share the fun, don't be shy."

As he spoke, he handed Dave two bags of potato chips and the tampered bottle of cola, and gave Park Ji-won the same thing as well.

"By the way, to test the safety of the cola, we just opened all four bottles and took a sip. It's safe to drink."

As he spoke, he naturally sat down on the edge of Wasim's bed, opened a bag of potato chips, took a bite, and then unscrewed a can of cola and gulped down a few mouthfuls.

Seeing this, Dave's doubts were completely dispelled. He immediately tore open a bag of potato chips, unscrewed a can of cola, and began to eat and drink heartily, muttering words of gratitude indistinctly.

"Thanks, boss! It's so great to be associated with a boss like you!"

Halfway through his Coke, Dave suddenly heard a sound in his stomach that resembled the sound of a toilet flushing.

He clutched his stomach and muttered under his breath, "This damn belly, it's so useless!"

He quickly grabbed a tissue and rushed outside, but after a couple of steps he turned back.

"A generous gift of crab, and I almost forgot the soothing incense!"

He hurriedly lit a cigarette, clutched it in his hand, and rushed out of the shed with a "poof" sound all the way.

The toilet was right next to the washroom, and there were several dark brown finger marks on the door frame, as if someone had frantically scratched at it with blood-stained hands.

Pushing open the door, the doors to the three cubicles were ajar, with blackened bloodstains splattered on two of the doors.

There was also a huge scratch running from the upper left to the lower right, with the wood fibers turned outwards, a shocking sight.

The only incandescent light overhead hissed and flickered.

There was no mirror in the toilet, as if it had been deliberately removed, and there was no sink. There was only a faucet standing alone against the wall, occasionally dripping a drop of murky liquid.

Dave glanced at the eerie scene, his heart skipped a beat, and he immediately felt a sense of retreat.

However, the next second, her stomach churned violently again, followed by a series of loud gurgling sounds, and then a series of bursting farts.

He could no longer care about being afraid. He clutched the incense stick tightly, plunged into the innermost cubicle, and bolted the door shut.

The cubicles were cramped and small, the squat toilets were old-fashioned ceramic ones, and the drain holes were dark and gaping, as if leading to some indescribable depth.

An iron incense holder is embedded in the side wall, with the grayish-white ash from the previous incense stick still remaining on it.

He hurriedly inserted the incense sticks, the crimson tip of the stick flickering in the dim light.

As soon as I squatted down, a deafening roar erupted in my stomach.

"Purr lurr—"

Dave exhaled a sigh of relief, but the worms under the skin of his neck and arms seemed to be stimulated by the intense intestinal peristalsis, becoming even more excited and scurrying around more wildly.

He slapped his arms vigorously while muttering to himself:

"Fuck... God, please, please stop these damn bugs... Fuck!"

In the corridor, Lin Feng quietly walked to the toilet door and leaned against the door frame.

After confirming that no one was around, he flipped his hand and summoned the Water-Stained Ghost from his personal space.

The translucent, water-like object fell silently to the ground, wriggling slightly and emitting a damp, cold aura.

Lin Feng crouched down and conveyed a message to it telepathically: "It's up to you now."

The water droplet rippled slightly, then slid silently along the cold floor, like an invisible shadow, quickly disappearing into Dave's cubicle.

Inside the cubicle, Dave was grimacing and straining, completely unaware of the strange thing under his feet.

The water stains spread along the ground to the base of the incense holder and slowly climbed upwards.

Its body is like a moist film, silently enveloping the entire incense stick.

The tiny, scarlet incense stick hissed and struggled before being completely extinguished by the cold, damp moisture. A wisp of smoke rose and then dissipated.

Dave caught a glimpse of the incense stick going out, and his pupils suddenly contracted.

"No...no no no!!"

He didn't even bother to wipe his bottom; his left hand frantically tried to pull up his pants, while his right hand reached frantically for the latch.

But just as his finger touched the latch, a bubbling sound suddenly came from the squat toilet beneath him, as if something was wriggling in the drain hole.

Dave instinctively looked down and saw a pale, withered hand suddenly emerging from the drain hole of the squat toilet.

The hand, wrinkled and with long, black nails stained with dark red blood and filth, swiftly grabbed his ankle!

"Ah—! What is that?!"

Dave let out a piercing scream as he desperately kicked his legs to break free, but the hand was incredibly strong, like an iron clamp, gripping his ankle tightly, and no matter how much he struggled, he couldn't budge it.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous force came from the drain hole, forcibly dragging him inside.

"Help—Help—"

Dave could clearly feel his bones being squeezed and rubbed by the edge of the drain hole, making a "crackling" sound.

The skin was rubbed raw and bloody, and black worms were squeezed out from under the skin, falling to the ground in dense numbers and crawling everywhere.

Finally, with a muffled "thump," his body was completely dragged into the drain, leaving only a pool of blood and a few wriggling black worms on the ground.

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Studio:

"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! What the hell is that hand?! Is there a Cthulhu living in the toilet?!"

"Brother Feng's use of a borrowed knife to kill was brilliant! He's the MVP of the Watermark Deception!"

"The sound of bones crushing is so intense, it makes my teeth ache just watching it on screen... This is just too brutal!"

"Brother Feng standing expressionlessly at the door looks incredibly cool! That's a true boss, decisive and ruthless!"

"American netizens: Protest! This is blatant murder! The chosen ones of China deliberately killed their allies!"

"Hilarious! Dave's skin is practically bursting with worms underneath him, can't you see? Brother Feng is defusing a time bomb in advance!"

"Exactly! Blame it on your chosen ones in America for not being able to do even 10 standard push-ups!"

"Using the rules to kill someone without getting a single thing on your hands, I'm bowing down to Brother Feng for that." Watery Ghost: "I'm just a puddle of water, I know nothing."

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Lin Feng waited quietly for a moment, and only after confirming that there was no further movement inside did he put the Water-Stained Ghost back into his personal space.

He then turned around and quickly walked back to dormitory number 56.

As soon as he entered the room, Vassim stood up from the edge of the bed and looked at him anxiously.

Lin Feng didn't say anything, but just nodded slightly to him, then rolled over and jumped onto his own bed.

Park Ji-won poked his head in and asked, "Why isn't Dave back yet?"

Wasim replied casually, "It must have been that he accidentally triggered some rule while using the toilet."

"Huh?" Park Ji-won's expression changed slightly, and he subconsciously glanced towards the door. "Then...should we go check it out?"

Wasim glanced at him and said in a flat tone, "Go ahead and watch if you want, but don't drag us into it."

Park Ji-won: "..."