Survival game for all: The max-level boss wins easily everyday!

"It's over, it's over!!"

Han Chuan was shaking like a sieve, listening to the noise getting closer and closer to his ears, his heart filled with despair.

What a disaster.

Han Chuan was originally worried about Xiao Jin. The boss brought the statue back to the dormitory. Would she also be fooled? But after all his calculations, Han Chuan didn't expect that he would be the one fooled in the end.

At that time, Han Chuan was lying on the bed in a daze, and then he suddenly felt a chill under his body. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself lying in the corridor of the girls' dormitory.

Suddenly he found himself in a completely unfamiliar space. Everything around him was both familiar and weird. The scene before him made Han Chuan's heart suddenly shrink, and fear surged like a tide.

Before Han Chuan could recover from this sudden change, when he looked up, he saw a creepy scene hanging on the ceiling - a figure was hanging above the ceiling, with long hair hanging down and twisted and extended limbs, like an evil spirit in the night.

Accompanied by a heart-pounding grin, the female ghost slowly approached Han Chuan.

Han Chuan's pupils dilated instantly, and his instinct of fear drove him to jump up suddenly, almost rolling away from the spot.

He held his breath, and his legs seemed to be equipped with springs. He rushed through the dim corridor recklessly until the terrifying figure was left far behind him. Only then did he dare to stop for a moment.

Before he could catch his breath, Han Chuan rushed into a dormitory in a panic. He slammed the door shut and slid down to the ground against the door.

"Huff~ This... this place... where exactly is it?" Han Chuan looked around breathlessly and found that the surrounding environment was somewhat like a dormitory, but the details seemed a little different.

"No, I have to leave quickly." Han Chuan struggled to get up and tried to open the door, but there were suddenly several knocks on the door from outside.

“Tuk tuk tuk!!”

The sudden knock on the door hit Han Chuan's heart like a heavy hammer. His hand had just grasped the door handle, and he quickly pulled his hand back in fright.

Han Chuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and an indescribable panic surged in his heart. He almost subconsciously blurted out: "Who?"

As soon as he said this, he realized that something was wrong and quickly covered his mouth with his hand. Regret and fear intertwined together, making him secretly curse himself for his impatience.

You big fool, who would knock on the door in such a damn place at this time? Qianqian has to speak, are you afraid that you won't die fast enough?

Han Chuan's heart was beating like a drum. He took a few steps back in unison. His ears were filled with the sound of his own rapid breathing and the unknown knocking sounds outside the door.

He quickly turned around and looked around, but there was no place to hide.

It was too late. Even if Han Chuan wanted to hide now, he couldn't. His words just now still attracted the attention of the evil spirit outside the door.

Suddenly, a creepy, eerie low laugh, like the deepest curse in the night, penetrated the silence and slowly seeped into the house. Every inch of the air seemed to be frozen by this ominous sound. Then, the door was suddenly torn apart by a pair of hands, and ten long sharp claws burst open.

Outside the door, the female ghost that had just been following Han Chuan like a shadow and chasing him relentlessly was now lying under the door lintel in an extremely distorted posture.

Her body seemed to be kneaded by an invisible force, her limbs were bent at an angle that defied common sense, and she was lying on all fours with her face up in a strange and terrifying posture.

The bloodstains spread here like a winding snake track from the end of the corridor, converging into a shocking river of blood, reaching the threshold, accompanied by a strong stench, corroding every inch of air in the room.

At the moment when the man and the ghost confronted each other, Han Chuan's pupils suddenly shrank.

Then he let out a heart-wrenching scream, and the female ghost, at an unimaginable speed, used her hands and feet to rush towards him like a ghost, aiming directly at Han Chuan.

Han Chuan sat down on the ground, sweeping the ground with his hands randomly, and crawling backwards.

"Ahhh, help, get out of here, don't come over here!!"

The air was filled with a strong smell of blood and an indescribable chill. The ghost girl's figure looked even more hideous in the dim light. Her eyes were like the abyss, rushing towards him like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Han Chuan's eyes went dark at the horrifying scene before him, but he clenched his teeth and forced himself to stay awake. He knew that he must not faint at this time.

If he is awake, he may still survive, but once he loses consciousness, who knows what the female ghost will do to him.

At this time, Han Chuan finally remembered that he still had a prop in his hand. With trembling hands, he took out a dagger from his backpack.

The dagger gleamed coldly in the faint moonlight. Han Chuan took a deep breath, trying to calm his disordered breathing.

The female ghost screamed again, and the sound penetrated Han Chuan's eardrums and struck deep into his soul. She flashed and turned into a black shadow, rushing towards Han Chuan like a ghost.

Han Chuan's pupils suddenly shrank, and he kicked the ground hard. His body burst out with amazing strength. Almost by instinct, he swung the dagger in his hand to block the sharp claws.

"Ding——" The sound of metal connecting was particularly harsh in the silent night.

When the opponent's next attack was about to arrive, Han Chuan rolled sideways to avoid it, but due to miscalculation, Han Chuan's arm was still scratched by the female ghost's nails.

In an instant, blood gushed out and skin and flesh flew off.

"Sigh~"

Han Chuan gasped, his facial expression distorted by pain, but he had no time to care about the wounds on his body. He staggered to his feet and rushed to the door with all his strength.

Just when Han Chuan was about to touch the door handle, the female ghost attacked again. She roared angrily and stretched out her withered arms, trying to stop Han Chuan from escaping. Han Chuan was forced to move away from the door.

In desperation, Han Chuan had to face the female ghost again with a dagger in hand.

After the initial panic, Han Chuan became familiar with the female ghost's attacks and gradually fought back and forth with it. However, even so, Han Chuan still had many wounds on his body.

After a few minutes, Han Chuan was exhausted due to blood loss.

It can't go on like this!

Han Chuan leaned against the wall, panting, and felt dizzy.

He clenched his teeth, as if he had made up his mind, and then took out a small and simple bronze bell from his backpack. The bronze bell was about the size of a palm, and it was engraved with complex inscriptions. When it was shaken, the inscriptions flowed, not like an ordinary object.

As soon as he got the bronze bell, Han Chuan held it tightly. There was a struggle in his eyes, but in a flash, the hesitation in Han Chuan's eyes was replaced by determination. With a wave of his arm, the bronze bell seemed to be given life, drawing a graceful arc in the air, and was thrown accurately towards the location of the female ghost.

At the moment the bronze bell left his hand, the small bronze bell rose rapidly in the air and instantly turned into a towering golden bell, shining brightly and dazzlingly.

The golden bell stood in the air, completely covering the female ghost, emitting low and solemn bell sounds that echoed in the night sky.