Dream-Pointing Face Play, Chaos at the Scene

The Sixth Floor Management Eerie lazily stared at Ji Yan, its charming, profound eyes flickering. "Yeah, I caught the scent early on."

"And this livestock's 'fangs' haven't been pulled out, nor has it been tamed."

"I smell the brand of 'sin' on you. The real Red Granny is already dead, isn't she?"

"But there's more than one."

"And also..."

Its head turned toward Ji Yan No. 2 across the table. In the next instant, its body stiffened.

A line of blood spread from its brow, tearing apart flesh and skin. The 7th Floor Management Eerie's body split into two halves...

No. 2 gripped the Eerie Samurai Sword and flipped onto the dining table, a cold smirk hanging on his face. "Your 'main course' is served!"

Faced with this sudden scene, the Management Eeries from every floor did not panic as expected. Instead, they watched the two Ji Yans with mocking amusement.

"It's been a long time since I've seen livestock hopping around like this."

"Eerie Game Master, big brother, this breed of livestock is under your care. We won't interfere, right?"

The Seventh Floor Eerie, which had been cleaved in half by Drawing Slash, sat upright again.

It tore away the dead skin of the middle-aged man in a tailcoat like a snake shedding its skin, transforming into a hip-hop rocker with an afro and tattoos covering his neck.

"You can just sit there."

The Seventh Floor Eerie stared at the two Ji Yans. "You ruined my dinner's 'new clothes.'"

"But luckily, I'll get two younger, fresher skins instead."

It slowly rolled up its sleeves as the "Fraud Privilege" gathered between its hands.

"This brand has marked us."

"No matter where we go, we can't hide. Even the Playful Mask can't conceal us."

No. 2 rolled up his sleeve, revealing