His head still a bit groggy, Rong Fan frowned and rubbed his temples, scanning the room with his eyes and realizing he was still in Xu Wei’s house.
He pulled his phone from his pocket and tapped the screen to light it up.
When he saw the missed calls and the glaring time—11 o’clock—Rong Fan’s eyes froze for a moment, then quickly regained composure.
He was silent for a few seconds before dialing Jiang Xi.
The phone rang for a long while before it was answered, followed by a woman’s dazed and sleepy voice on the other end.
“...Hello? What is it?”
Rong Fan closed his eyes and spoke hoarsely, “Jiang Xi, are you awake?”
This time it was the other side that fell silent.
That one call of her name instantly jolted the half-asleep woman awake. She held her phone and stared at the ceiling of Room 802, lost in thought.
It was a long moment before she pretended nothing had happened and spoke, “Rong Fan, I know now. The BOSS of this instance is Xu Wei. She used Zhang Jialin to kill the God of Peace, and now Bo Jingmo is the new God of Peace.”
The second half made Rong Fan pause slightly. He lowered his gaze and responded with a soft “Mm.” “Got it.”
Jiang Xi was now fully awake. She sat up in bed and recounted everything that had happened to Rong Fan. After a long pause at the end, she spoke slowly.
“Rong Fan, in this instance, we’re going to die whether we kill or not.”
After hearing that, the man on the other end stayed silent.
Rong Fan stood from the sofa in silence and picked up his coat.
Just before hanging up, he finally spoke calmly:
“If we’re going to die either way, then let’s at least make sure we’re the ones still alive.”
Jiang Xi froze, not quite understanding what he meant. Before she could respond, the call ended. She stared blankly at her phone screen.
Was it just her imagination? It felt like... Rong Fan hadn’t been surprised at all by this outcome.
Suddenly remembering there were still two people she hadn’t contacted, Jiang Xi decided to call Mu Chengsi and Chen Zhixia.
Just as she was about to dial, a loud, urgent knock sounded at the door.
It wasn’t so much knocking as it was a heavy pounding. Jiang Xi could even feel the doorframe slightly shaking.
She froze mid-movement, hesitantly got out of bed, walked to the living room, and asked cautiously, “Who is it?”
The knocking stopped abruptly.
Then, a loud, casual male voice came from outside the door:
“Jiang Xi!! Why didn’t you check the announcement this evening? Are you sick? I brought you some medicine!!”
Hearing that, Jiang Xi was about to respond—but then sensed something was wrong.
It was like he was desperate to get inside. The man’s voice, which had started off normal, gradually turned sharp and strange.
“Open the door! I’ll bring it in for you! Hurry up!”
Jiang Xi’s face turned a bit pale and she took a step back. “No...”
She barely whispered the word, quieter than a whisper, but the man outside suddenly went berserk, slamming the door wildly.
“Why won’t you open the door!!! I’m here to give you medicine!! Are you refusing my kindness??? Why why why!”
Now Jiang Xi could see it—
The doorframe was actually coming loose!
If this kept up, he would definitely break the door down.
What the h*ll is that thing outside!? Is that even a person??
Her eyes widened, and she quickly shouted, “Wait—!!”
The banging stopped instantly.
Jiang Xi’s mind was a mess, but her mouth moved instinctively.
“Actually, I’ve already taken medicine. But I’m really tired right now and want to rest. How about you come find me tomorrow?”
The person outside remained silent.
Seeing a chance, Jiang Xi hurried to add, “Really, and I just finished showering, so it’s not convenient to see anyone. I’ll thank you personally tomorrow. It’s really late—go home and rest early too.”
She rambled on and on by herself, but the outside stayed completely quiet the whole time.
But that silence was even more terrifying—like the calm before a storm.
“Yang Hongjie?” Jiang Xi called out cautiously, but still got no response.
Her heart clenched. She slowly tiptoed toward the door, wanting to look through the peephole. But what if something suddenly came through it?
After a moment’s thought, Jiang Xi decided to use the camera. She opened her phone camera and moved to place it against the peephole.
But just as she was adjusting the setup, a cold breeze swept across the back of her neck, and a seductive fragrance drifted into her nose.
At first, Jiang Xi didn’t think much of it—
Until her whole body froze in place.
That scent... was very familiar.
If she remembered right, it was the scent of that body wash she had given away.
Because the smell was so strong, you could smell it even before opening the bottle. She remembered it clearly.
But that bottle—she had given it to Yang Hongjie.
Realizing something, Jiang Xi’s neck stiffened, and she slowly turned her head.
The scene before her eyes played out like a slow-motion horror film. The air was terrifyingly quiet. The atmosphere was compressed to its limit. Every second dragged on endlessly.
When she saw the balcony, Jiang Xi’s pupils shrank. Her face turned deathly pale, and she screamed: “Ah—!!”
Yang Hongjie had somehow climbed in through the balcony. His entire body sprawled on the floor like a giant lizard, crawling quickly toward Jiang Xi with his limbs. His hair was still damp, his face wore a chilling smile, and his mouth stretched almost to his ears.
Jiang Xi was so terrified she backed up against the door. Her hands trembled as she tried to open it, but the more anxious she got, the clumsier her fingers became.
As the man charged at her, the door lock finally gave a click—“ka-da.” Jiang Xi quickly slipped out through the gap.
She was too scared to even look back. Without a second thought, she bolted down the stairwell.
Elsewhere, on the fourth floor.
After leaving Room 503, Rong Fan turned to glance at the door next to it, then looked at his phone, which was full of missed calls from Rong Ya.
He finally turned off the screen and headed for the stairwell.
Pushing the door open and walking in, Rong Fan didn’t hesitate—he went straight to the fifth floor.
Upon entering, he opened the door to Room 502.
Seeing the two corpses inside, his expression didn’t change.
He closed the door and moved to Room 503.
Standing in the empty room, Rong Fan’s eyes were filled with complex emotions.
【Too late, Ge, now you finally realize your character setting? Bo Jingmo figured it out ages ago.】
【Rong Fan, oh Rong Fan, your lust has brought you a knife to the throat. Learned your lesson yet?】
【It’s game over now. That little couple is the real villain duo—they’re about to team up and take you down.】
【What now? Kill Bo Jingmo or Xu Wei?】
【No, only killing Xu Wei will truly end it. As long as the Peace Rule exists, someone will always take over as the God of Peace. But the God of Light can only be Xu Wei. That woman’s too insane—no one else can handle it.】
【That makes some sense. So no matter how Rong Fan tries to run, Xu Wei’s doomed to die?】
No one knew how long passed before Rong Fan finally left the fifth floor.
Standing in the hallway, he suddenly heard hurried footsteps coming from the stairwell.
He paused slightly and looked up—only to see Jiang Xi running down from above.
Her face was pale, eyes wide with fear she couldn’t hide.
When she saw Rong Fan, her eyes lit up instantly. She shouted urgently:
“Rong Fan!! Help me!!!”