"Han Fei!"
Urgent footsteps came from outside the last classroom, and a mass of dark debris was approaching from outside the burnt window frame, looking like tufts of black hair.
Han Fei was clearer than anyone about the perilous situation they were facing right now; he made the decision to strike first the moment the corpse moved.
The sharp knife, referred to as the Companion, drew a bright arc in the night, its blade chopping directly into the boy's neck. To Han Fei's surprise, the sharp knife seemed to have hit something, and it could not decapitate the boy's corpse!
A long gash appeared on the neck, with foul Corpse Oil and darkened blood flowing from it. The neck of the boy, which had been chopped, made a creaking noise, and that face, burnt down to a Blood Hole, slowly turned to fix its gaze on Han Fei!
Having failed to kill with one strike, Han Fei already knew what he had to do.
