At this moment, Yan Junze was certain that ever since he entered this building, the girls in Second Uncle Wang's courtyard had definitely begun to act strangely.
He did not know if those parents and Wang Dafa could control the situation, so he had to speed up the process here.
Luckily, his earlier preparations proved quite effective; at least, the task notification that had popped up showed no change in the task level. It remained "Anxiety-Inducing (High)" up to the moment he ascended the stairs.
The hair filling this second-floor room gave Yan Junze an overwhelming sense of oppression, as if even breathing had become difficult.
The hair under his feet felt like a soft, thick carpet, but every step was distinctly uncomfortable. He was always worried that it might suddenly wrap around his feet or even spread over his entire body, completely enveloping him.