Chapter 133 Campus Battle Royale (Part 2)

Xie Mian ignored the strange door.

At this moment, his attention was completely attracted by the scene outside the window.

He stretched out his slender fingers, and with a light flick of the tip of the insect's tail, he pushed aside the strands of silk covering the window glass.

A wider and clearer view comes into view.

In the open space downstairs, several ragged students were running away like headless flies.

They had the same look of fear and confusion on their faces, and it was obvious that they had been suddenly teleported here.

One of the boys, who was wearing a basketball uniform, ran the fastest. He rushed towards the playground in a panic, as if he was looking for a more open area.

Suddenly, he was tripped by a white silk thread that almost merged with the ground, and he fell forward in a mess.

The moment he fell to the ground, countless white threads that were originally loose and drooping on the ground, walls, and even in the air, with the boy as the center, suddenly stretched straight.

They came from all directions with the sound of wind tearing through the air.

The fear on the boy's face didn't even have time to turn into a scream before he was instantly pierced and wrapped tightly by the sharp silk thread.

“Puff—”

Countless taut silk threads hung the boy in the air.

The sharp white threads cut deeply into his flesh, and his limbs were pulled into a strange "big character".

The bright red blood instantly soaked his basketball jersey, dripping down along the snow-white silk thread, creating one bloody puddle after another on the ground.

His body twitched slightly in mid-air, and a "ho ho" cry for help came from his throat.

After a few seconds, he leaned to one side weakly and completely lost his voice.

“Ahhhhhh—”

"Help, help, I want to get out of here!"

"Madman, madman, I don't want to die, I don't want to die!"

…

The other students who witnessed this scene screamed hysterically. Like frightened birds, they used their hands and feet to flee in all directions even more frantically.

E Shifang stroked the smooth scales inch by inch, then rewound the insect tail that had been causing trouble on the glass around his waist. Only then did he raise his eyes in satisfaction, a hint of disdain curling up at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that someone was afraid that we would be bored, so they specially prepared an interesting performance."

Xie Mian frowned slightly, and a hint of emotion that was hardly noticeable flashed in his glass-like eyes.

The apocalypse is already a slaughterhouse, so why would anyone waste a huge amount of insect energy to design a game of chasing and killing?

Moreover, why did this person choose “USTC” as the location?

Also, why were he and E Shifang dragged into this game?

The doubts in his heart grew like a snowball. It was not because he was afraid of the mastermind behind this place, but because he didn't want to waste time here.

Originally, after leaving the safe zone, he planned to find a safe place for Goose Shifang to absorb the special insect stone.

Now, this plan can only be put on hold.

"Let's go."

Outside the window, fine threads fluttered like white snow. Xie Mian averted his gaze, his voice devoid of emotion.

Since the door cannot be destroyed by force, we can only follow the other party's rules.

Xie Mian gestured to E Shifang to walk to the door covered by the ghost-faced hawk moth again.

This time, when his hand touched the doorknob, the door opened inwards by itself.

Outside the door was a deep and silent corridor covered with white silk.

Silk threads hung from the ceiling, as fine and dense as a curtain. E Shifang opened the protective cover to block the threads outside.

The moment the two stepped out of the classroom, something strange happened again.

“Sizzle…Sizzle…”

A sharp electric sound suddenly rang out from the campus radio at the end of the corridor.

A crazy, hoarse voice echoed in every corner of the campus through the radio.

"Dear 'classmates', dear 'teachers'..."

When saying the word "teacher", the owner of the voice paused.

“…Welcome back to HKUST to attend Professor Zeng Hua’s memorial service.”

"He...misses you guys so much."

When Xie Mian heard the name "Zeng Hua", he was stunned.

Teacher Zeng's memorial service? Teacher Zeng is gone?

Yes, yes, how could he not have thought that Teacher Zeng drove back to school to save the students in the school.

These white, snow-like silk threads are most likely Teacher Zeng’s insect-energy “silk”.

A figure wrapped in silk flashed repeatedly in my mind.

He was nailed to the snow-white wall, like Jesus going to die.

"What's wrong, wife?"

Noticing Xie Mian's strange behavior, Efang stopped and looked at the person in his arms with concern.

"The radio just said that Teacher Zeng has passed away..."

"Teacher Zeng?"

E Shifang frowned, not being able to remember who it was.

After a moment, he sighed, "Oh, that insect-loving person who mimics the 'silkworm'."

He admired the man's courage very much. When the doomsday broke out, he didn't think about escaping death, but went to the campus where insect monsters gathered to save people.

Without sufficient ability, the end of kindness will inevitably be the abyss.

The voice on the radio put on a sick smile and continued, "The rules of the game are simple... Try to survive until... the moment I 'call' you."

The moment the words fell, dark red liquid began to slowly seep out of the walls of the corridor, as if the walls were bleeding.

The blood squirmed and gathered on the wall, eventually condensing into lines of twisted and hideous words:

【Game Rules】

1. All those directly or indirectly responsible for the death of Mr. Zeng Hua will be recalled.

2. Silk will mark your sins. The deeper the sin, the more obvious the mark.

3. Every hour, a "sinner" will be randomly selected for execution.

4. Killing other "sinners" can take away their "life points" and delay your chances of being selected.

5. Teacher Zeng Hua likes to hear you call her "Teacher"... Every time you call her sincerely, you will get ten seconds of safety time.

E Shifang glanced at the bloody words on the wall, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

"Ah, so it's a revenge game."

He sneered, and his fingertips gently stroked the outline of Xie Mian's shoulder blades through the thin fabric.

For him, no matter who is seeking revenge, as long as they dare to involve him and Xie Mian, there is only one outcome.

"What are you thinking about?"

E Shifang lowered his head, leaned close to Xie Mian's ear and asked in a low voice.

"It's just a dead person, is it worth your trouble?"

At this moment, a snow-white silk thread silently fell from the ceiling and floated towards Xie Mian's chest.

Goose Shifang didn't even raise his eyelids, but grabbed it with his backhand.

The seemingly soft silk thread struggled violently in his palm, but could not even last a second before it turned into a wisp of green smoke and disappeared without a trace.

"Marking crimes?"

E Shifang loosened his hand and patted the non-existent dust from his palm.