Yu Sen reflexively flung the program card in his hand backward. The stiff card hit something with a dull thud and a low, hoarse cry of pain.

The sound was unlike any human voice. It made all the hairs on Yu Sen’s body stand on end.

But in that half-second, Si Xuanyang had the rose in his hand. Aside from the program card he threw, Yu Sen had nothing to use as a weapon.

He gritted his teeth and shouted, “Fuck you!” The yell echoed through the hall as he stood up and fiercely elbowed the cold, creeping thing that was getting closer behind him.

With his shout, nearly everyone in the hall snapped out of their daze.

The scene descended into chaos.

As he turned to strike, Yu Sen looked back and locked eyes with Ruan Xin’s ferocious, sinister face. Her calm and peaceful appearance from the dining room was entirely a facade. Now, her face was unmarked by the scar, with only a red line left by Yu Sen’s program card. There were no signs of rotten flesh or bones, but her terrifying appearance was no less frightening than any corpse demon.

She looked like she wanted to tear him apart.

His attack clearly had little effect on Ruan Xin, not even causing physical harm. At most, it slowed her down a bit. After a second or two, Ruan Xin once again lunged at him with force.

But this time, it wasn’t just the two of them—everyone else, including Si Xuanyang and even the other Red Shoes dancer, ‘Ruan Xin’ on stage, started moving.

Si Xuanyang propped himself up on the chair and jumped directly to the back row, forcefully driving the rose stem into Ruan Xin’s chest from behind. The entire stem was inserted, but Ruan Xin only paused momentarily, seemingly unaffected. Moreover, Yu Sen sharply noticed that she also held a rose in her hand.

His gaze shifted from the rose to her legs, and he suddenly recalled the scene in the dining area, where the girl merely brushed her leg with a piece of corn, but her reaction at that time was intense.

Without hesitation, Yu Sen shouted at Si Xuanyang, “Attack her legs!”

Accompanied by a piercing scream, Si Xuanyang viciously kicked the back of Ruan Xin’s knee. He was momentarily stunned, his pupils dilating—the force he used was clear to him, and a normal person would suffer from such a kick, but not to this extent.

Whether it was because he happened to hit her knee directly or not, there was a cracking sound as Ruan Xin’s legs broke off at the knees. The shattered bones mixed with rotten flesh and black blood, a sight that made one’s heart race with fear.

Yu Sen muttered: “… Yang Yang, you’re really ruthless.”

Si Xuanyang opened his mouth to speak, but after holding back for two seconds, he could only manage a feeble explanation: “Maybe her legs were already that fragile, like Nezha’s, made of lotus roots.”

Yu Sen: “…”

Ruan Xin, now without legs, lost her ability to move, but she didn’t vanish into thin air. Instead, she let out pitiful screams and struggled on the ground, dragging blood trails from her broken legs, just like the person who had been killed on the first night.

Since the red rose couldn’t kill her, then the “red dancing shoes girl” mentioned in “Kill the Red Dancing Shoes Girl” must undoubtedly refer to the other Ruan Xin with a scar.

At this moment, the other Ruan Xin, surrounded by a group of people holding mirrors, had her face exposed. The white powder on her face had completely dissolved, revealing a large brown scar, hideous and unsightly. Despite this, her facial features still bore a striking resemblance to Ruan Xin’s.

She was still wearing those red dancing shoes, symbolizing the soul of the dance troupe. The tip of her shoes was like a knife, creating graceful arcs with each movement, but her expression was far from beautiful—sharp fangs, fierce eyes, and with that face, she resembled a demon crawling out of the eighteenth layer of hell. One could even imagine how she had killed everyone in the theater.

She seemed somewhat afraid of the mirrors surrounding her, constantly spinning and evading them, her hand movements highly defensive, ready to tear this group apart at any moment.

Meanwhile, the Ruan Xin, who had been kicked by Si Xuanyang and lost her legs, was crawling toward the Red Dancing Shoes Lady, screaming, “Jie… Ruan Le… Jie, save me, don’t die…”

Yu Sen frowned—was the Red Dancing Shoes Lady really Ruan Xin’s sister, named Ruan Le? But from the sound of it, were the two sisters really close?

As if responding to his thoughts, Ruan Le suddenly smiled upon hearing her sister Ruan Xin’s weak cries. She stopped avoiding and stood still, staring at the blood-soaked Ruan Xin on the ground, with a mad hatred in her eyes.

“Why? Why can’t I escape you even after killing everyone and becoming a vengeful ghost? Why?!”

Her voice was full of rage, but Ruan Xin seemed not to hear it, or she heard it but didn’t care, murmuring continuously, “Don’t die, save me… don’t die, save me…”

Yu Sen was suddenly struck by a revelation. He finally understood why Ruan Xin couldn’t be killed.

—His previous guess was correct. In life, the two sisters, Ruan Xin and Ruan Le, although one was in the spotlight and the other wasn’t, were always bound together by fate. Ruan Xin needed Ruan Le’s extraordinary dancing skills to bring her endless glory, while Ruan Le needed to impersonate Ruan Xin to step onto the grand stage. They were intrinsically linked.

Even after Ruan Le couldn’t bear that life anymore and killed Ruan Xin and everyone in the theater, their souls remained connected in death.

Only if Ruan Le died, would Ruan Xin die.

That’s why Ruan Xin desperately wanted Ruan Le’s soul to survive and would help her kill those trying to kill Ruan Le, because Ruan Le’s survival was the condition for her own.

Ruan Le, on the other hand, deeply resented her sister but, under the cruel joke of fate, was unable to completely destroy her.

Yu Sen sighed softly: “What a tragic fate….”

But at this moment, Ruan Le seemed to have realized something. She looked at Ruan Xin’s broken legs, tears of laughter in her eyes, gazing at the face in the mirror she had never dared to look at, caressing the scar that covered her face. Her eyes filled with a frenzied rage and hatred as she turned her head and suddenly charged towards the person holding a rose stem.

“Ah—!”

Caught off guard, the person screamed in fright, pushing the rose stem forward. The stem, like a sharp spike, plunged into Ruan Le’s chest.

Black blood slowly oozed out.

Ruan Xin on the ground stopped writhing, her neck strained upward, her mouth wide open as if to shout something, but no sound came out. At the moment Ruan Le’s body was pierced by the rose, the wound on Ruan Xin’s knees began to spread like flesh-eating worms, eventually decaying into nothing but a skeleton.

Body and soul were destroyed.

The theater began to collapse, a strong wind howled, the sky changed color, and a huge vortex seemed to form in the sky, sucking up the roof, and they would soon be next.

It was time to go home.

Yu Sen held Si Xuanyang’s hand, tiredly lowering his head to lean on his shoulder, softly saying, “Yang Yang, after we get back, my health might be a bit poor. Don’t be afraid, okay? It’ll get better soon. Don’t be sad—I don’t want you to be sad…”

The strong wind came, lifting his body gently.