Bang!
Two deep blade marks instantly appeared on the wall, yet the portrait, made of some unknown material, remained completely unharmed.
Seeing that her attacks had no effect, Feng Ling's anger flared. All twelve of her tentacles lashed upward, spreading out with bared fangs and claws!
Lin Pengpeng, Wang Xunmei, and Zhang Lu hurriedly retreated!
The wooden hut, less than forty square meters in size, was immediately filled with the crackling snaps of twelve whip-like tentacles!
With a sinister look in her eyes, Feng Ling fixed her gaze on the portrait on the wall. She hacked at it with Bone Blades! Chiseled at it with Spikes! Tore at it with Fangs and Claws! She used every ounce of strength she had to destroy that Smiley Face, which seemed to mock her!
"Why do we have to pick up beans?! Why pick up beans!... Why does the spoon have to be placed on the right side of the bowl?! Why must the pillow stay facing the same direction?! Why can't we draw on the walls?! Why do we have to return to the classroom after the bell rings?! Why, why, why?!!—"
There had been signs that Feng Ling was losing control, but no one had expected her condition to worsen so quickly.
The more Lin Pengpeng listened, the more alarmed she became. She turned to look for Huangfu Miaomiao and shouted, "What do we do now?!"
Huangfu Miaomiao had been following Feng Ling the entire time, so Lin Pengpeng assumed she would have experience handling situations like this.
Pressed tightly into a corner, Huangfu Miaomiao replied solemnly, "Hide first!"
With that, she swiftly transformed into Ghost Shadow Form and slipped out through the cracked glass window, leaving behind only a phone watch that was still playing music.
Lin Pengpeng was utterly