This is a bizarre rule, isn't it? It's supposed to grant me many children and good fortune

Chapter 414 The Hair Combing Mystery

Lin Feng did not refuse. He squatted down, gently opened the cage door, took out the tabby cat, and placed it on the table.

He reached out and scratched the kitten's chin, whispering, "Thank you for your hard work, flip it over again."

The kitten tilted its head and glanced at him, then arched its back, kicked its legs, leaped into the air, and flipped over—

All in one go.

The left deacon stared in disbelief, his mouth agape enough to fit a fist.

She instinctively reached out and grabbed Lin Feng's arm, her voice filled with undisguised amazement:

"You're amazing! I've had it for over half a year and it couldn't do anything, but you've taught it a backflip in such a short time!"

Lin Feng subtly took a step back and pulled his arm out of her grasp.

The meaning couldn't be clearer: I'm already Xia Ning's person, so I hope that Steward Zuo will restrain himself and not cause her any unnecessary misunderstandings.

The left steward's hand froze in mid-air, the astonishment on her face vanishing instantly, replaced by a hint of embarrassment. She coughed lightly and said:

"Well... it's getting late, let me take you back to your room."

Lin Feng nodded and followed the Left Steward out of the room.

Stepping out of the round building and onto the three-tiered platform, Lin Feng subconsciously looked up and froze.

He had never seen a sky like this before.

Without a trace of light pollution, the entire Milky Way stretched across the sky like a white ribbon billowing in the wind.

He suddenly remembered a line of poetry—

They could pluck the stars from the sky with their bare hands.

"How is the scene?" The Left Steward's voice came from beside him, with a hint of a smile.

Lin Feng gazed at the dome and slowly exhaled: "Magnificent, the most magnificent sight I've ever seen in my life."

The Left Deacon tilted his head and glanced at him, a slight smile playing on his lips: "In this situation, why not recite a poem?"

Lin Feng remained silent for a moment, his gaze still fixed on the Milky Way that stretched across the sky.

Then he read it softly:

"The Milky Way stretches across the vast sky, and heaven and earth are clear and empty."

The left steward's smile froze for a moment, then slowly blossomed, as if he had been struck by something.

She gazed at Lin Feng's profile and sighed sincerely, her tone filled with undisguised envy and感慨:

"Handsome, rich, capable, and so talented—Sister Ning, you're eating way too well!"

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The door to dormitory number 56 was gently pushed open.

Lin Feng turned around and nodded slightly: "Thank you for seeing me off, Left Steward. It's late, please go back."

The Left Deacon nodded: "Yes, get some rest."

The door closed.

Lin Feng turned and went into the room, only to find Vassim sitting cross-legged on the bed, his eyes shining like two lamps in the darkness, staring straight at him.

"Why are you back?" Wasim asked, his tone puzzled. "This... doesn't make sense."

Lin Feng took off his outer robe and hung it on the headboard: "What are you thinking about? I just went to help out and taught the Guide's kitten a backflip. I'll be back as soon as I'm done."

Wasim raised an eyebrow, but didn't ask any more questions, only smiling without saying a word.

Lin Feng quickly washed up and lay down on the bed.

Exhaustion gradually overwhelmed me, and I soon fell into a deep sleep.

After an unknown amount of time, in a state between dreaming and waking, Lin Feng felt a chill.

It wasn't the coolness of an autumn night, but a chill that seeped into your bones, as if something was slowly drawing away the warmth from the room.

Then he heard that voice.

Swish, swish, swish.

one more time.

Slowly, rhythmically, like a wooden comb running through dry hair, brushing it all the way down, producing a faint static sound.

Lin Feng's back tensed instantly.

He slowly opened his eyes and, by the dim light of the eternal soul lamp, saw a woman sitting on the edge of what used to be Dave's bed.

She sat sideways, with her back to them.

Her long hair hung down, and one hand was slowly combing it, stroke by stroke.

Wasim, in the lower bunk, instinctively shrank back, lowered his voice, and whispered to Lin Feng, "It's Rule Five!"

[Rule Five: No combs allowed in the dormitory. If you hear the sound of combing hair at midnight, and it doesn't stop after counting to seven, cover your ears until you fall asleep again.]

Lin Feng replied in a low voice, "I know."

I started counting silently in my mind: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven...

The sound of combing hair continued.

He stopped counting, immediately raised his hands, palms facing inward, fingers together, and tightly covered his ears.

The sound disappeared the moment the palm pressed down.

Lin Feng breathed a slight sigh of relief.

Then he felt it—a gust of wind behind his neck.

The wind blew straight and precisely onto the back of his neck, as if someone had bent down and was blowing gently and slowly against his skin.

Lin Feng's back tensed up.

He could feel it—the "thing" sitting in the corner combing its hair had somehow gotten close to him.

The cold air continued, slowly and precisely landing on the back of his neck, which was exposed when he covered his ears.

Although covering his ears was the right thing to do according to the rules—from a "safety" point of view, he was not in any danger.

But it's also pretty disgusting that this thing keeps blowing on the back of your neck.

Not only will you catch a cold, but you also won't get a good night's sleep.

I have a training mission tomorrow. If I stay up until dawn in this state, I'll be exhausted, and my efficiency in completing the mission will definitely be greatly reduced.

Lin Feng pondered for a moment, then focused his mind in the darkness, silently reciting:

"System, activate the [Rule Exemption] function. I want to exempt dormitory rule five."

As soon as I finished speaking, a crisp system notification sounded in my mind:

[Ding~ The exemption has taken effect and is valid for 24 hours.]

[During this period, even if the host does not cover their ears, the Hair-Combing Ghost cannot attack you.]

Lin Feng let out a soft sigh and slowly lowered his hands from his ears.

Then he turned his head and looked behind him.

She—let's call her "she" for now—was lying on her side behind him, her body slightly curled up, a long white dress spread out on the bed.

Her hair was long and black, like it had been soaked in ink, and it fell down her sides.

And her face...

Lin Feng was slightly taken aback.

It wasn't the rotten, grotesque face I'd imagined; it was a young face with skin so white it was almost translucent, features that were cool and aloof, possessing an old-fashioned beauty that didn't belong to this era.

But those eyes—

His eyes were as black as ink, with no whites or pupils. Two thick black mists swirled slowly in his eye sockets, like an abyss gazing at him silently.

Lin Feng stared at those eyes for two seconds, then spoke expressionlessly:

"Girl, your hair is already smooth enough; if you keep combing it, you'll go bald!"

"Staying up late damages your skin and makes your hair worse. Go back and rest."

The black mist swirling in her eyes narrowed slightly; this was the first time she had ever seen someone so reckless and ignorant of their own mortality.

She tilted her head, her long hair slipping down her shoulder: "Aren't you afraid of me?"

Lin Feng looked up and met those dark eyes:

"We're all just different life forms, what's there to be afraid of?"

The black mist in the eyes of the manipulator flickered, then a playful smile appeared on his face:

"Interesting, but unfortunately... according to the rules, I have to kill you!"