The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

The lead vehicle of the armed convoy was parked far outside the main gate of the manor.

The car window slowly rolled down.

Lu Xingzhou's face appeared in the shadows.

He looked up at the surveillance camera above him; his voice wasn't loud, but it was piercingly clear.

"The one surnamed Fu."

He paused, a cold, emotionless smile playing on his lips:

"My secret guards have surrounded half the manor!"

"If I didn't go out within an hour, they would push me back in!"

"No matter how fast your Fu family's guns are, can they outrun three hundred of my men?!"

He leaned back in his chair, a lit cigarette between his fingers, his tone casual, yet every word was laced with venom:

"If you don't want to die, come out and talk."

at the same time.

On the eastern hillside outside the manor.

Guo Yiling lay prone in the bushes, holding a high-powered telescope, staring intently at the huge glass curtain wall in the distance.

He didn't know what he was doing.

All he knew was that he couldn't sit still ever since he learned she had gone there.

He wasn't a reckless brute like Zhou Si, a madman like Lu Ran, a privileged young master like Pei Qingrang with hidden advantages, a reckless psychopath like Jiang Wu, or someone like Lu Xingzhou who had the capital to be arrogant and boastful.

He just...

He put down the binoculars, his fingers trembling slightly.

He just couldn't let her face that devil alone.

Even if he can't do anything.

Even if he was just watching from afar.

Even if in the end all he can do is collect her body—

He has to come too.

[Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! The six major sects are besieging Bright Peak!]

[Zhou Si scales the wall! Lu Ran rams the door! Lu Xingzhou deploys troops! Pei Qingrang negotiates! Jiang Wu threatens to blow up the manor! Guo Yiling raids the base!]

This isn't a scene of carnage, it's a mass breakout from a mental asylum!

[Fu Chenzhou: I just had a date, is it really that big of a deal???]

[Li Ruo: Listen to me, thank you...]

So where is Li Ruo now? She's been inside for so long, could something have really happened to her?

[Urgent! I am King Urgent!]

[Switch to Li Ruo's route! I want to see what she's doing!!!]

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Inside the Rose Manor.

The hall she entered was more spacious than Li Ruo had imagined.

The ceiling is high, spanning three floors.

The walls were covered with paintings.

All of them are portraits of people.

They were all young and beautiful men and women.

They all use the same eerie brushstrokes, their eyes empty yet beautiful, as if looking at something that doesn't exist.

"These are all from Mr. Fu's collection."

Old Zhong noticed Li Ruo's gaze and took the initiative to explain:

"Every collector will have such a portrait."

"After tonight, you too will have your own painting."

Li Ruo paused in her steps.

"I'd like to see Mr. Fu first," she said.

Old Zhong stopped and looked back at her.

A flicker of surprise finally appeared in that empty gaze.

"Ms. Li Ruo, are you sure?"

"According to the procedure, you should first visit the collection room, then have dinner, and finally wait for Mr. Fu's summons in the Rose Room."

"A direct meeting... is against the rules."

"Rules are rigid, but people are flexible."

Li Ruo smiled:

"Besides, Mr. Fu invited me here precisely to see if I, this sacrifice, am truly worth his personal intervention, isn't he?"

Old Zhong fell silent.

Normally, those who receive an invitation would rather never meet the owner of this manor.

did not expect,

The prey that came tonight is so fearless.

Three seconds later, he bowed slightly:

"plz follow me."

Old Zhong led Li Ruo in an old-fashioned wrought iron elevator, going uphill.

When the elevator stopped, the doors opened, revealing a long corridor.

There were no paintings on either side of the corridor, only mirrors.

Countless mirrors.

The ceiling, walls, and floor are all mirrored.

This is a space entirely made of mirrors.

As Li Ruo walked through it, she saw countless reflections of herself, watching her from all directions.

And she stood in the very center.

The light shone down from an unseen angle, soft yet bright.

She saw herself in the mirror, wearing a white dress, with long, smooth hair falling over her shoulders, and her face was pure and flawless.

The reflection in the mirror was like a silent army, surging her forward.

Reflected in countless mirrors, that self seems to be infinitely copied and extended, stretching to an unseen end.

"It's beautiful."

A voice came from all directions.

Deep, elegant, with a touch of languid huskiness.

Li Ruo turned around and looked around, but did not see the person who had spoken.

There's something eerie about this place.

It would be best if she didn't respond hastily.

At the end of the corridor was a black door.

There was no handle on the door, only a deep red rose.

The rose is exactly the same as the one on the invitation.

"Mr. Fu is inside."

Old Zhong stopped at the entrance of the corridor and did not continue forward:

"Please go in by yourself."

Li Ruo took a deep breath and walked towards the door.

As she approached, the roses on the door suddenly moved.

The petals slowly unfolded, revealing an eye.

A gray eye.

The eye was fixed on her, from top to bottom, from left to right, as if carefully examining a work of art.

Then, the door opened silently.

Li Ruo went inside.

The study was smaller than she had imagined.

The walls were covered with books, from floor to ceiling, densely packed.

A fire burned in the fireplace, its flames leaping and casting warm light and shadows into the room.

A person was sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

He was wearing a black velvet bathrobe, with broad shoulders and long legs, and the collar was open, revealing a section of pale collarbone.

Her hair was a very pale grayish-white, casually scattered, which made her face appear even paler.

Even when he was sitting there, you could tell he was very tall, probably around 1.9 meters.

Even from a distance, it exudes an invisible sense of oppression.

The man was looking down at something.

It was a thick booklet, like some kind of collection catalog.

The firelight danced on his profile, outlining his sculpted features.

Handsome.

But that kind of handsomeness lacks warmth, like a marble statue in a museum.

Hearing footsteps, his fingers paused slightly as he flipped through the booklet.

Fu Chenzhou! The ultimate boss!!

[This level of beauty... I'm dead! Silver hair and gray eyes! The pinnacle of yandere aesthetics!]

Wait, how come he's so young?! I thought he was at least forty!

Fu Chenzhou possesses a special bloodline, causing him to age at half the rate of ordinary people! His actual age... cannot be revealed!