The recoil made Qian Xingxing fall to the ground. He gripped the kitchen knife tightly and rolled on the ground to avoid the black smoke. Then he quickly stood up and rushed towards Xiaoxue again.

This time, the kitchen knife chopped its neck horizontally.

I thought it was difficult, but with just a click, the kitchen knife flew out of Qian Xingxing's hand and hit the wall with a clang.

The reflective blade clearly reflected the moment when the head fell to the ground.

"Ah--" With a sharp cry, Qian Xingxing picked up the small flower hairpin on the ground with trembling hands. The surroundings suddenly became extremely quiet. He came to his senses and found that he had returned to the real reality.

Putting the hairpin back into his pocket, he glanced at Zibai and Nanpeng. Both of them had not woken up yet, so he was afraid that they might have encountered some trouble.

It was also at this time that Qian Xingxing discovered that Minghui was missing.

This was the strangest thing. Why did Minghui disappear alone? Was he captured?

"Where's the Dean?"

"In there."

He suddenly recalled his brief conversation with Minghui.

Only then did he notice that something was wrong. Why did the dean's mother enter the mysterious room knowing that Minghui would discover her?

A chill ran up his spine from the soles of his feet. The Minghui they met after coming out of the children's room was probably no longer Minghui.

Thinking of this, Qian Xingxing suddenly felt that the situation was becoming more and more tense. He was not sure if Zibai and Nanpeng would become the next Minghui if this continued.

He couldn't just sit there and wait, he had to do something.

So, he immediately picked up a wooden chair and walked towards the kitchen. The wooden chair was thick enough, and after swinging it a few times, he finally succeeded in breaking off the kitchen door handle and successfully opened the door.

Then he went into the kitchen and took out the familiar knife without hesitation.

Perhaps the attack he just launched in the "dream" took effect, as he managed to violently break open another tightly closed door this time.

As expected, Qian Xingxing saw the dean's mother inside. She was huddled in the corner of the room, with her hands clasped together, looking at him in horror.

What was this person praying for before he came in? Qian Xingxing didn't know.

He glanced at Minghui lying on the ground, squatted down and checked his breathing, but found that he was no longer breathing.