Lu Yuan looked at the lifeless Chen Man and the school director, who was begging piteously. A faint sneer appeared on her pale, bluish face.
"What? Afraid? You didn't show half a shred of fear when you were lugging my corpse to the top floor to hide it. It’s just a dream, so why are you so terrified now?"
Hearing this, cold sweat poured down the director. Although he knew this was merely a dreamscape he was forced into whenever he fell asleep, the nightly recurrence had driven him to the brink of a mental breakdown. Moreover, though it was a dream, everything felt impossibly real. The pain was real, the fear was real; those emotions and those scenes were all, without exception, genuine. Even after waking, he could vividly recall every detail of what occurred in the dream. He remembered the stench of his own rotting flesh after he turned into a zombie; he remembered the sensation of his stiff body, forced to move by hopping on his toes; he remembered the sound of his throat bone snapping under the pressure of the hemp rope. Often, it left him unable to distinguish between the dream and reality. He grew terrified of entering this building, terrified of seeing anyone connected to that incident—including Chen Man.
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