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Chapter 955 Thank you for the generous reward from "Only Do Math Homework"

Dear Doctor, by the time you read this letter I will be dead—history always repeats itself.

Listening to the beautiful music playing from his neck, the fat man thought of the unfinished suicide note again.

He was composing the plot of his suicide note while listening to music when he suddenly felt two cold hands pressing down on his head.

The hand reached out from behind his head, and the fat man couldn't see who owned it.

But his gaze caught sight of a small, abstract red flower on the fingernail of the left index finger of those two hands.

It was Xiao Hong; the fat man immediately recognized her by that.

The origin of this flower is quite convoluted.

It all started when Xiaohong saw a nail salon advertisement in a beauty magazine one day.

In an instant, she was drawn to the colorful and beautiful nails in the magazine, and threw a tantrum in her apartment, crying and screaming, saying that she wanted to have such beautiful nails too.

But there was no one in the apartment who possessed this skill.

Although the fat man could be considered "talented" on his own, he had no experience in painting on nails.

Finally, 007, who had a little experience in painting, bought a bottle of nail polish from the supermarket and used her terrible painting skills to paint an abstract five-petaled flower on her little red nails.

This is the one right in front of you.

The hand painted with flowers slowly applied force, and the fat man was surprised to find that his head no longer turned backward, but was forcibly turned back to the correct position, and finally "clicked" back to its original position.

"Great, I don't have to write a will!" the fat man exclaimed happily.

As his head was being turned back, he noticed that the head of the ghost in front of him was also turning, changing from looking back to looking straight ahead.

During this process, the ghost seemed to try to struggle, but it was no match for Xiao Hong's strength.

As the fat man's head fully returned to its original position, the ghost's head snapped back to its original position, facing away from them again.

The fat man touched his head, which he had finally managed to turn back, still in a panic: "This ghost can synchronize with other people's head movements! Just now, when his head turned, my head involuntarily turned along with it. Xiao Hong, you saw it too, right?"

If the ghost had been any faster and turned around 180 degrees, he'd probably be dead by now.

Fortunately, Xiao Hong managed to turn his head back in time.

The fat man recalled that when Xiao Hong was turning his head, the ghost's head in front of him also turned around and rotated along with his head.

Does this mean that after synchronization, not only can ghosts control people's minds, but people can also control ghosts' minds in return?
It's a contest of who has the strongest neck. If you're stronger than the ghost, the ghost can't twist your head.

Thinking of this, the fat man tried turning his head slightly.

The binding force on his neck had disappeared, indicating that he was no longer controlled by the ghost, nor could he control the ghost.

When he turned his head, he saw that the ghost's head in front of him was not moving.

The fat man recalled the contents of the autopsy manual.

The ghosts in the school all have a pattern of killing, which can be triggered unintentionally.

I don't know what I did that triggered the ghost's killing pattern, causing the ghost to synchronize with my head and start attacking.

Xiao Hong had just straightened his head, blocking one of the ghost's attacks, and the previous attack was over, thus dispelling the attack.

After the ghost attacked once, it did not trigger the killing pattern a second time, so its head could still rotate freely and was not controlled.

The fat man was once again grateful that Xiao Hong was by his side; without Xiao Hong, he would have been powerless to fight against the ghost.

Although they had escaped death, the ghost was still standing in the middle of the road with its back to them, completely blocking their way back, showing no intention of leaving.

The fat man was too afraid to move and didn't know what to do next.

If you stay here any longer, the killing pattern might be triggered again at any time. It's best to leave as soon as possible.

"It's blocking our way, we can't get out either," the fat man said, holding his head with both hands, afraid that the ghost would use his head as a carousel again.

If Brother Chu were here, he would analyze the ghost's killing patterns, decipher them, and leave safely. If the doctor were here, he would pull out his beloved little saw and wage a thrilling battle to save lives.

But now, the one stuck here is this poor, helpless fat man. Although he has the brave general Xiao Hong by his side, the ghost's attack method is too peculiar, and the fat man dares not let Xiao Hong go out to fight. If he triggers the killing pattern the moment Xiao Hong leaves, then his head will truly become a carousel.

The fat man racked his brains and finally came up with a terrible idea: "How about you pry my head open later, Xiao Hong, and we'll go around it together?"

This was the most reasonable solution he could come up with.

"Could you please save me on your way out?" someone nearby said.

Holy crap! Who's here? Who's talking?

Upon hearing the sound, the fat man was immediately startled and looked to the side.

"Behind, here..." The weak voice sounded again.

This time, the fat man heard it clearly; the voice came from behind him at an angle, and the tone sounded strangely familiar.

He cautiously turned back to find the source of the sound and soon spotted a familiar face in the bushes.

Xu Xingcheng!
The other person appeared to be lying face up in the bushes, completely hidden by the grass, which was why the fat man hadn't noticed him earlier. Now, Xu Xingcheng was straining to tilt his head back, and only then did the fat man see his face.

"When did you get here? Why are you still lying here?" The fat man looked at Xu Xingcheng, whose face had emerged from the green belt, in shock and asked three questions in quick succession.

He immediately realized something and asked in confusion, "Wait, are you a clone or the real body?"

The corpse manual records that Xu Xingcheng's clone had been in this instance for half a year or even longer.

Xu Xingcheng, who was originally just craning his neck to let people see his face in the green belt, started rustling in the grass again when he heard the fat man ask him that question.

Then the fat man saw a hand covered in bandages emerge from the grass, the back of the hand facing him, showing off the tightly wrapped bandages: "What do you think?"

The fat man knew it was the real body just by looking at the hand.

He also remembered that in the apartment, Xu Xingcheng told the doctor that he could use body parts to make special items.

At that time, Xu Xingcheng broke off his little finger in front of them, intending to perform a "big transformation" and turn his little finger into a special item on the spot so that everyone could witness his miracle.

But no miracle occurred.

Xu Xingcheng thought it was because he was not used to the new environment when he first came to the real world, and he stubbornly broke off the other three fingers on his hand.

No miracle has yet occurred.

Then he discovered that his divine powers had malfunctioned after he entered the real world.

In short, the final outcome was that the evil god's left hand was completely bandaged.

So, upon seeing the bandage, the fat man knew that this was Xu Xingcheng's true form.

"It's the real body! What are you doing lying here? Sleeping?" The fat man thought this guy was too unreliable; he went straight to sleep after entering the dungeon.

"It's complicated, and it's a long story. Let me get up first." Xu Xingcheng's face showed a look of utter despair.

"Can't you get up by yourself?" The fat man took two steps forward, grabbed Xu Xingcheng's outstretched hand, and pulled him out forcefully.

As he pulled, the fat man sensed something was wrong, feeling that the structure of Xu Xingcheng's arm was not quite normal.

Only after pulling the person out of the bushes did the fat man realize why the arm looked so strange.

Xu Xingcheng's body had suddenly turned upside down, with his face and back facing the same direction.

Seeing this, the fat man couldn't help but curse again, while taking a half step back: "Are you performing acrobatics? You scared me to death! If I didn't know you were an evil god who couldn't die, I would have asked Xiao Hong to beat you up like a ghost."

Seeing Xu Xingcheng's head turned 180 degrees, the fat man guessed something: "Were you attacked by that ghost that turned around?"

"It's obvious." Xu Xingcheng tried to rub his head, but because of the head dislocation, his sense of direction and distance was not as good as before. He reached out and slapped the fat man's face.

The fat man touched his reddened face and opened his mouth wide. He wanted to turn around and ask Xiao Hong to stand up for him, but as soon as he turned his head, Xu Xingcheng grabbed his head with the backs of his hands: "You'd better not turn around."

Thank you so much for the generous reward from the person who only does math homework!
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