Chen Ge, dressed in the Skull Crusher Doctor's uniform, appeared—and the moment he did, not only Wei Wu but the three medical students were startled as well.
They had no idea who that line of his was directed at. In a crisis like this, who had time to parse such details? The primal instinct to survive drove them to flee!
Yang Chen, Li Xue, and Wei Wu crowded together, all sprinting toward the Western Suburb Private Academy scene at the far end of the corridor.
"Wait for me!"
Wang Yan, who had been shoved to the ground by Wei Wu, screamed. Remarkably, strength suddenly returned to his legs—he scrambled up using both his hands and knees.
"Why are you running too?!"
Wei Wu watched as Yang Chen and Li Xue surged past him, his face a mixture of fury and frustration.
"Get out of my way! Don't block the path!"
The bloody face on the back of his head let out a piercing shriek. In Wei Wu's memory, this was the first time it had reacted so violently.
Threads of blood emerged from the back of his head, snaking along his arm toward Li Xue ahead of him. He sensed mortal danger and would stop at nothing to rendezvous with Kong Xiangming as quickly as possible.
Chen Ge, closing in with the Skull Crusher Hammer, narrowed his eyes. His yin pupils worked to their fullest in the pitch-dark environment, and he could clearly see the changes unfolding across Wei Wu's body.
"So it really is you—the Odd Talk Association!"
There was still some distance between him and Wei Wu, but the blood threads were about to reach Li Xue.
In that critical instant, Chen Ge snatched up a rolling head from the ground and, while the doll's face on it wore a thoroughly bewildered expression, hurled it straight at the back of Wei Wu's skull.
"Thwack!"
The solid head struck him square in the back of the skull. The sudden impact threw Wei Wu off balance mid-stride, and he nearly toppled to the ground.
The doll's head, having performed its great service, rolled dizzily to one side, and the bloody face on Wei Wu's skull was smashed into an unrecognizable mess.
The enormous commotion left the three medical students nearby completely dumbfounded—smashing someone's head with another head? Even movie stunt performers wouldn't dare pull a stunt like that!
"Think you can still run?"
Taking a solid hit to the back of the head had slowed Wei Wu down. Chen Ge rapidly closed the distance between them.
The blow to his skull had wounded the bloody face before it even had a chance to unleash its ability.
Seeing this, Wei Wu dared not linger for even a second. "Move!"
Li Xue, running ahead of him, couldn't dodge in time and was shoved aside with brutal force.
Watching this unfold, Yang Chen stood by the glass door, his brow furrowed in confusion.
"That's not right—isn't this guy supposed to be a haunted house actor? How is he running even faster than us? Is this some kind of immersive theater?" Several thoughts flashed through Yang Chen's mind like lightning. "Have we been played? Could this whole scenario have been rehearsed over and over already?"
Seeing Li Xue shoved out of the way, a spark of indignation rose in his chest. "If this is a rehearsed performance, you should at least have some limits! The way you just pushed her—"
"Get the hell out of my way!"