I Gave the Vengeful Ghost a Bad Review on the Spot!

"Crack!"

A crisp shattering sound rang out. The blood-stained mobile phone disintegrated at Qin Feng's feet, and the piercing shriek that could tear souls to shreds abruptly stopped.

But the chilling, resentful energy did not dissipate because of it.

After a second of silence, the resentment filling the entire dormitory erupted with almost frenzied intensity!

"Sizzle--Sizzzle--!"

All the electronic devices in the room instantly went haywire.

The fluorescent lights on the ceiling stretched and distorted everyone's shadows on the walls into grotesque shapes.

The computer monitor in the dorm flickered on by itself with a "pop," displaying a frenzy of static.

Even the small indicator light on the charger in the corner emitted a blinding red glow, emitting the mournful wail of overloaded current.

Resentment converged from all directions, with a single target—Qin Feng.

The mobile phone, crushed into fragments, miraculously lit up again, nourished by the resentful energy.

Countless strands of black resentful energy, finer than spider silk, emerged from the cracks in the screen. They reassembled on the screen, converging into a line of bloody text.

[Next, it's you.]

Liu Kai and Zhang Wei, slumped in the corner, witnessed this impossible scene with their own eyes.

Their fear did not subside with their rescue; instead, it gripped their hearts with an even more desperate intensity.

They understood.

This man wasn't a savior. He hadn't resolved the disaster; he had only angered it.

"We're... we're finished..." Zhang Wei's lips trembled, his face ashen. "He's angered that thing, we're all going to die here!"

However, Qin Feng, standing at the center of the storm, showed not a trace of fear.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved upward, revealing a smile that was almost mocking, almost playful.

All anomalous events are essentially self-operating rules, Qin Feng sneered inwardly. Brute force is the inferior option. To deal with rules, the best method isn't confrontation, but rather from within... to dismantle its logic.

He even had the leisure to turn around and address the two students, who were already scared out of their wits, in a tone as relaxed as if he were answering a question in class. "Don't be afraid. Stand back, it might splash blood."

He paused, pointed to himself, then to the phone radiating resentful energy, and grinned.

"Watch closely, and I'll show you what professional communication and customer relationship management looks like."

Before his words even faded, he actually bent down and, from the pile of fragments, unhurriedly picked up the largest piece, one that still had the earpiece attached.

He ignored the black resentful energy flowing over it.

He raised the fragment to his ear, cleared his throat.

Qin Feng spoke with extreme calmness and professionalism, adopting the tone of a disgruntled customer: "Hello? Is this the 'Ghost Call' after-sales service center?"

"My name is Qin Feng, and I'm a potential customer for your 'Death Notice' service. Yes, I want to file a complaint."

The resentful energy in the entire room froze.

The flickering lights on the ceiling eerily paused for half a second.

The bloody text on the shattered screen stuttered for the first time.

A complaint?

A prey that was about to be killed by its rules was complaining about its business capabilities?

This move was unheard of, not just for ghosts, but even for the most cunning Legend Hunters recorded in the Special Cases Department's archives.

Qin Feng ignored the anomalous event's "system crash" and continued his "complaint" as if nothing had happened.

"First, I want to complain about your business process.

The announcement, the execution—the process is rigid, completely uninspired, and shows no consideration for the user's personalized needs. The user experience is terrible!" His voice carried a tone of disappointed disappointment, as if lamenting a failure to meet potential.

"'You will fall from a great height'?

'Electricity will scorch your nerves'?

Too blunt, my friend!

There's no suspense or aesthetic appeal, like the shoddy lines from a third-rate horror movie.

Couldn't you be more subtle, more literary?

For example, 'You will have an intimate, zero-distance encounter with Mother Earth,' or 'You will experience a superluminal cellular Joule heating therapy.'

See? Doesn't that elevate the class?"

"And your UI design, that bloody text—can you change the font?

It's the same old thing, it's aesthetically exhausting!

Offer paid skins, maybe a Gothic style, or Cthulhu-themed! You lack creativity!"

"One star! This definitely deserves a one-star review!"

The bloody text began to flash wildly at an unprecedented frequency.

The accumulated resentment within the dormitory building began to fluctuate violently, and the lights in the entire corridor flickered erratically.

It attempted to strengthen its rule-based curse on Qin Feng, and the shadow of death, capable of inducing phantom pain, once again descended.

But this time, to its horror, it discovered that its own power had become sluggish and no longer flowed smoothly because its underlying operational logic had been severely interfered with by Qin Feng's twisted reasoning.

Liu Kai and Zhang Wei stared, dumbfounded.

Their mouths agape, they watched foolishly as Qin Feng, facing a shard of a mobile phone, was lodging a "business complaint" with well-reasoned, clear logic, even offering an optimization plan.

They felt as if an invisible giant hand had gripped their brains, forcibly rewriting the worldview and common sense they had built since childhood.

This person... was giving a "user experience optimization feedback" to a life-taking vengeful ghost?

In this world, who had gone mad?

Qin Feng ignored the Anomalous Event's rage, as well as the two students' ghost-like expressions.

He slowly put down the shard of the mobile phone, and then, under the increasingly confused and furious "gaze" of the Anomalous Event, he took out his own brand-new smartphone, its screen still lit.

He raised the phone to his ear, a cruel, devilish smile appearing on his face, and coldly sneered at the core of the resentful energy:

"It seems your company's pre-job training is inadequate, and your new employees' business capabilities are questionable."

"Don't worry, as the gold-tier customer you've chosen, today, I will personally give you a lesson."

"I'll teach you what a real... 'Life-Taking Call' truly is."

Qin Feng's words, "I'll teach you what a Life-Taking Call truly is," were like a spark falling into a gunpowder barrel, completely igniting the rage of the "Ghost Call."

It abandoned all its flashy rule-based warnings.

To hell with procedures! To hell with experience! This human must die!

"Buzz--!"

All the resentment in the dormitory building was instantly drained, converging into a torrent of information that transformed into billions of phone ringtones exploding simultaneously in Qin Feng's mind!

Each ringtone carried a different death curse, attempting to completely overwhelm and tear apart his spirit with the most terrifying information overload!

Wherever the shockwave passed, the plaster on the walls silently peeled away, and a faint, glass-shattering lament echoed in the air.

This was a pure, unreasonable spiritual annihilation!

Liu Kai and Zhang Wei in the corner, merely brushed by the residual waves of this spiritual shock, their eyes rolled back, and they instantly fainted.

However, Qin Feng, facing this torrent head-on, did not flinch or evade.

In his Spiritual Sense vision, the so-called spiritual shock was nothing more than a chaotic, disorganized "curse data packet."

Instead, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth lifted higher.

"Excellent, it's my turn to give you a... performance review."