Creepy Pharmacist: All my patients are scary!

Chapter 250: The Face on the Back of the Head

Chapter 250: The Face on the Back of the HeadBut almost at the exact moment that eerie voice sounded.

Lynn turned around almost reflexively.

He delivered a big slap straight across.

Smack—

Lynn could clearly feel the sensation of his palm making contact with the side of the other's face, like violently slapping a mass of flesh and blood, causing turbulent waves.

A furious sound abruptly erupted from the darkness.

But at the same time, the lights turned on.

That "ghost" once again vanished into nothingness.

And the entire classroom became even more broken down, walls continuously cracking, with large amounts of blood and thick smoke gushing out from within.

The whole classroom resembled a haystack about to ignite.Gone again?!

Lynn shook the bloodstains off his hand, calmly scanning his surroundings.

But Lynn knew that since that "ghost" had already discovered him, it would likely attack him without restraint during the next period of darkness!

Lynn turned his head and glanced at the bloody, mangled teacher lying on the floor.

So.

Where exactly was that "ghost" hiding?

He could now confirm that the key to resolving this situation ultimately lay with that "ghost."

Lynn frowned deeply, lost in intense thought.

He quickly listed out in his mind every instance when that "ghost" had appeared.

Searching for patterns.

And in the next moment, Lynn jolted violently.

He had thought of something.

The first time the "ghost" appeared, it killed the student sitting in front of him, and at that time, he had also just turned his head.

The second time it appeared, he was in his normal position, and the one who died was a student in the last row.

In the subsequent student deaths, almost without exception, they all died in directions opposite to his gaze.

Lynn suddenly looked up.

Exactly!

That was also why only the teacher had died just now.

Because he had been facing away from the lectern earlier, that "ghost" actually wasn't hiding at all—it had been on him all along, always on his...

Back of the head!

At that moment, Lynn abruptly stood up.

He immediately remembered the hint from the blood writing.

It said an external "ghost" had mixed in here.

And who was the external one?

Both he and that ghost were external!

Actually, that clue was reminding him: either he was the "ghost," or that "ghost" was on him!

This moment.

Lynn suddenly reached out, tearing his clothes to shreds.

He turned his back to the window glass, deeply gazing toward the glass window of the classroom's front door, and through the refraction of light, he immediately saw his own back. ṜÄNΟ𝐁Ëȿ

In that instant, Lynn's scalp practically went numb.

Eyes!

His back was densely covered with patterns of eyes outlined in blood.

And those patterns were almost identical to the ones on the paper he had obtained at the very beginning.

He narrowed his eyes.

Then slowly lifted the hair on the back of his head.

That moment.

Even Lynn felt waves of creeping horror in his heart.

Because hidden beneath the hair on the back of his head, there was actually the outline of a human face, with a nose, mouth, and eyes.

Those eyes were wide open, staring fixedly forward, like someone who had died with grievances unresolved, gazing in the opposite direction from him.

And its gaze, refracted through the window glass.

Met Lynn's gaze in an eerily bizarre way.

...

Outside.

"That ghost... that ghost has been on the back of his head all along?!"

Watching the scene in the display, the vampire was filled with terror, her whole body feeling waves of numbness.

The other trainees also felt intense revulsion, extremely uncomfortable in their hearts.

The blind spot of vision.

You can't see the back of your own head.

And that "ghost" was hiding right there, back-to-back with you every time darkness fell.

...

Classroom.

Crack—

Almost the moment their gazes met, the light in the entire classroom dimmed again.

That gloomy, deathly stare, while locked with Lynn's, was gradually swallowed by the darkness.

"Since I've found you, this will be much easier to handle!"

Lynn said heavily.

In an instant.

Darkness descended.

Lynn also reached out without any restraint, retrieving his Demon Hunter Revolver from the System Space.

Because the blood writing had said:

Using supernatural powers would only make the "ghost" notice you.

But it didn't say it meant failing the assessment!

And under the premise that the "ghost" had already discovered him, there was nothing left to hold back.

Because he could already confirm.

His key was on that ghost.

Swish—

Lynn's forehead suddenly opened the Evil Spirit Vertical Eye. In the darkness, he swiftly turned around, and immediately before his eyes appeared that eerie, tall black shadow.

He saw the two cold eyes on that shadow's head.

Lynn raised his hand.

The moment that black shadow appeared, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang—

A gunshot.

The demon-hunting bullet danced with crackling electricity, instantly blasting into the black shadow's head.

Half of the black shadow's head exploded instantly.

Crackling electricity surged all over its body.

...

"Useless."

Watching the flash of gunfire in the display, the Head Examiner said hoarsely:

"That is the Fantasy Room. All rules follow that room's regulations. He is currently inside the play. Trying to brute force his way through with strength is almost impossible."

And indeed, as he said.

Several consecutive shots.

Although the tall "ghost's" steps were hindered, the head shattered by bullets was rapidly recovering.

Clang—

A loud crash.

The tall "ghost" raised its blood-stained Butcher Knife, whooshing as it slashed toward Lynn.

The Butcher Knife and revolver collided, spraying huge sparks.

Lynn narrowed his eyes, swiftly retreating, pulling out his Night Demon Blade from the System Space. He quickly smeared Evil Spirit Revealing Potion onto the blade.

Instantly advancing.

Dodging the Butcher Knife swung by the "ghost."

His gaze sharpened, the blade flipping instantly.

Thud—

The Night Demon Blade in his hand instantly sliced toward its waist. With the sound of cutting into flesh, the tall ghostly figure was directly bisected on the spot.

But it was useless.

That "ghost" seemed to have an immortal body.

Under Lynn's intense watch, the upper and lower halves of the bisected "ghost" began growing back at a visible rate.

In just one breath, it split into two ghostly figures.

They stood rigidly in the darkness.

In an instant.

They suddenly let out a long howl, decomposing into countless human faces with a rustling sound, wildly surging toward Lynn.

"Cataclysm!"

Lynn quickly retreated, his expression twisting fiercely.

The flesh and blood all over his body instantly boiled. Explosive tentacles burst forth, nailing those human faces onto the walls all around with a rustling sound.

Vast amounts of blood surged out like tidal waves.

Lynn frowned tightly.

Useless!

Still useless!

It wasn't the "ghost's" own ability—it was probably this room giving it invincibility!

Because Lynn could clearly feel that although the Holy Power in his bullets could cause significant damage, without exception, due to some special force's interference, he couldn't kill it.

Just like someone outside a play cannot kill a person inside a movie.

Once he displayed his supernatural powers.

Then he was no longer the character he was playing, but had become himself again.

Not in the play, how could he interfere?!

Lynn immediately understood this point.

Supernatural powers could only let him survive, but couldn't help him break the situation!