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

Tasia frowned slightly and subconsciously glanced at Wasim's sleeping bag:

"Should we wake Wasim to come with you?"

Lin Feng shook his head: "As long as it's not in the shower room, it should be fine. Let Vassim sleep a little longer."

As he spoke, he quietly slipped out of his sleeping bag, grabbed the coat draped over the foot of the bed, and put it on. As he got up, his gaze inadvertently swept over the mirror on the opposite wall.

The mirror was dark, but the reflection moved exactly like me.

He looked away, clutched his stomach, and hurriedly left the room.

Stepping into the bathroom, Lin Feng quickly pulled out an N95 mask from his personal storage space and put it on.

He lifted the curtain of the cubicle, slipped inside, and locked the latch behind him.

After squatting down, the abdominal cramps finally eased a bit, and I felt much more relaxed.

Just as his gaze casually glanced at the corner, his eyes suddenly fixed on it.

In the corner of the toilet paper bin, there was a clump of something that stood out conspicuously.

It was a crumpled piece of paper with horizontal lines, and a few lines of writing could be faintly seen through the paper.

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he reached out and picked up the wad of paper.

He pulled his mask up a little and slowly unfolded the wad of paper with his fingers.

A tattered page from a diary is now fully visible.

"...It touched me."

[There was a black handprint on my ankle, and something kept moving under the skin.]

It felt like maggots wriggling inside my flesh, or like a seed sprouting, poised to burst through my skin.

It's growing, slowly devouring my body.

I've tried the only feasible method—to use a candle flame to heat the mark at close range.

The pain was excruciating, so intense it felt like my very bones were screaming, as if someone was painstakingly scraping my nerves inch by inch with a red-hot iron skewer.

[But candlelight really does work.]

It cleansed and burned inch by inch, driving back and burning away the evil seed that was spreading beneath my skin...

The remaining characters were swallowed up by large patches of black smudges, making it impossible to decipher any of them.

Lin Feng narrowed his eyes slightly.

The pollution associated with ghost stories often has a corresponding solution, but it is never explicitly stated in the open.

This piece of paper likely records the method used to treat Park Tae-rang's ankle erosion.

I never expected that going out to clear the blockage would lead to such an unexpected gain.

........................

Room 305.

Sleepiness weighed heavily on Tasia's eyelids, and she couldn't help but let out a long yawn.

Just then, footsteps suddenly echoed in the corridor—

Light, yet rapid, as if someone were running barefoot.

Tasia instantly snapped back to reality, her entire body tensing up.

Immediately afterwards, there was a soft knock on the door.

Then, Lin Feng's voice came—

Low, anxious, each word trailing off with a faint tremor, as if enduring some intense pain:

"Tasia...open the door..."

"I was bitten by something in the hallway... I need to treat the wound immediately... Open the door quickly..."

The voice was incredibly lifelike; the timbre, tone, and slight nasality were almost identical to the real Lin Feng.

If it were someone else, they would most likely be in a state of mental confusion.

But Tasia's back straightened slightly, and there was no panic in his eyes. Instead, he became calm and clear-headed in an instant.

Two absolutely rational thoughts instantly seized over all her thoughts.

First, Lin Feng took the keys with him when he left.

He has the key, so whether he's injured or not, or in any other situation, he doesn't need to ask anyone to open the door.

He can simply raise his hand to open the door if he wants to enter the house.

Secondly, everyone knows just how strong Lin Feng is.

Having achieved S-rank clears in six consecutive dungeons, the player possesses a wealth of combat power and survival skills.

Such a strong person could never be bitten by something inexplicable in the corridor.

The flaws are too obvious!

Clearly, this is because accommodation rule two has been triggered.

[Rule 2: If you hear any sound coming from the hallway at night (including knocking, calling, or crying), you must not open the door or respond.]

Yes, just ignore it!

The "Lin Feng" outside the door continued to bewitch them, but Tasia just sat there motionless, not even lifting her eyelids.

Several tens of seconds later.

The dragging, slow, and chilly sounds of movement gradually faded into the distance.

Tasia exhaled a long breath of the cold air that had been building up in his chest; his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

........................

A few minutes later, with a soft click of the lock, the door opened, Lin Feng pushed it open and came in, locking it behind him.

Tasia asked in a low voice, "Are you feeling better?"

Lin Feng nodded: "Much better."

He went straight to Park Tae-rang's bedside and reached out to wake him up.

Park Tae-rang groggily opened his eyes, saw Lin Feng, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"Brother Feng, is it my turn to keep watch?"

Lin Feng shook his head, took out the piece of paper, and handed it to him.

Now that a way to stop the erosion has been found, we must act immediately.

The night is long, and if we delay any longer, the erosion may spread to an uncontrollable point.

Therefore, we must wake Park Tae-rang up now.

Park Tae-rang took the slip of paper, quickly scanned it by candlelight, his Adam's apple bobbing, and then he nodded emphatically:

"Then I'll trouble you, Brother Feng, to burn it for me."

Life is clearly more important than excruciating pain.

Tasia also came over to look at the piece of paper, her gaze shifting to the candlestick on the table, and a hint of fear involuntarily appeared on her face.

Lin Feng didn't waste any words. He took out a bottle of painkillers from his spatial storage, poured out two pills, and handed them to Park Tae-rang:

"This is a fast-acting painkiller. Take it first; it will alleviate some of the pain."

Park Tae-rang grabbed it and swallowed it whole, then lay flat, stuffed the pillow into his mouth and bit it, stretched out his left leg and dangled it over the edge of the bed, and nodded to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng said no more, grabbed the candlestick, and held the candle flame close to the dark blue handprint on his ankle.

The moment the flame touched the flesh, a fine sizzling sound rang out, like grease dripping onto a scalding hot iron plate.

Park Tae-rang's body tensed instinctively, but the expected excruciating pain did not come for a long time.

He mumbled, "Brother Feng... are you burning up?"

"Um."

"Wow, I can't feel any pain at all," he breathed a sigh of relief. "Your painkiller is amazing—"

Before he could finish speaking, the pain suddenly exploded.

"ah--!!!"

Park Tae-rang clenched his fist on the pillow, his neck veins bulging.

The ordinary burning sensation just now was merely a prelude. At this moment, the exorcising power contained within the candlelight began to truly penetrate beneath the skin, fiercely clashing with the evil spirit.

Painkillers simply cannot mask this level of tearing and ripping.

Something beneath her skin was struggling and writhing violently. Lin Feng reacted quickly, pulling a rope from his spatial storage and tossing it to Tasia:

"Tie his calves so that thing doesn't go up."

Tasia didn't dare to delay. She quickly stepped forward, deftly wrapped her hands around Park Tae-rang's calves, tightened them, and tied a knot in one smooth motion.

"It hurts!! I can't take it anymore!!" Park Tae-rang cried, tears streaming down his face, his legs kicking wildly uncontrollably.

Lin Feng frowned, raised his hand and delivered a precise palm strike to the side of his neck.

Park Tae-rang's body stiffened, and he immediately fell into a coma.