These burly men were surrounding a man.

The man had an honest and upright appearance, and his scholar's robe gave him a refined and elegant air. Although he was not tall, he stood out from the group of rough men with crooked clothes and a bandit-like demeanor.

Anyone who sees him would definitely think he is a hostage.

As soon as he turned his head, two men with fierce expressions obediently dragged an angry woman over and stopped beside him.

From a distance, it was unclear what the man and woman were saying, but the woman spat mockingly in his face.

He smiled, pulled a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe his drool, waved his finger, and stopped looking at her. His gaze swept across the entire dormitory building, his eyes filled with indifference towards the dying.

The burly man next to her grabbed the woman by the back of her neck, his brutal method causing the collar to be tightly wedged around her neck, leaving her only able to stand on tiptoe.

The woman's face turned purplish-red instantly from holding her breath, and she struggled and kicked her legs incessantly, but unfortunately, she couldn't budge them an inch. Soon, her eyes rolled back, and she was like a fish out of water, on the verge of death.

"Dean of Academic Affairs!"

Liao Yuewei gasped in surprise.

When she was caught by the head of student affairs on the fourth floor, she almost thought she had encountered a great demon. But now, seeing the head of student affairs so vulnerable and at the mercy of others, Liao Yuewei felt confused and wondered if she was dreaming.

Then, a pot of wine was poured over the head of the still-breathing headmaster. Liao Yuewei immediately thought of a certain ending and quickly covered Cheng Shuang's eyes, quietly watching the flames roll and lick at the woman who screamed in agony, accompanied by the men's unrestrained laughter. It was as if hell had fallen outside the window.

In an effort to protect the students, teachers who resisted were repeatedly killed, and one tragedy after another unfolded.

Perhaps every time the night of 'September 11, 1933' arrives, no matter how ferocious the ghosts are, they cannot escape the various things that happen before they die. The cycle repeats again and again, wearing away the last bit of kindness they possess as humans, causing the entire school to be filled with resentment, which they cannot escape.

Several lives were lost in an instant.

Nothing could stop the bandits; the wicked demons were about to storm into the Anqin Building.

Cheng Shuang could already hear faint crying coming from inside the building. She hurriedly pulled away the large hand blocking her view. "Are there any cards with stealth or escape abilities? Let's go to the principal's office!" She showed the envelope in her hand. "I haven't finished reading it yet, I'll read it while we run!"

If Liao Yuewei didn't have this card, the little girl could only activate the Turtle Prime Minister. Unfortunately, the Turtle Prime Minister's slow effect had a limited range and was useless against people who suddenly broke in. Otherwise, she wouldn't have used the bear cub to escape from the library. So once she used it, their lives would be entirely in the hands of the bear cub.

Cheng Shuang was confident that the teddy bear could protect her, but she wasn't so sure about Liao Yuewei.

At this critical moment, Liao Yuewei naturally wouldn't hide anything. They were wearing the shells of Luo Qi and Song Zijiao, and were also students. She couldn't gamble that these suddenly appearing bandits would turn a blind eye and try to distinguish between real students and outsiders in this brutal killing.

If they cannot escape, tonight's death will likely be the end of their lives.

Liao Yuewei thought about getting rid of the "shell". She tried to remove her student ID card, but unfortunately, the card, which was clearly pinned to her clothes, seemed to be grown into her skin and she couldn't pull it off at all.

Given her usual behavior, this means she must complete Song Zijiao's 'plot'.

Liao Yuewei decisively pulled out a card.

Artusht's Ragged Fishing Net: Artusht is a diligent fisherman who spends his days adrift on the perilous seas. He weaves the best fishing nets in the world, capable of catching almost any kind of fish. His boat is often so busy with a bumper catch that he has nowhere to land. Fortunately, Artusht is an excellent swimmer and doesn't have any special requirements for his boat, always returning safely!

Note: Artusht's tattered fishing net has the power to pull everything from the abyss to shore, but it's also an incredibly smelly net. If you're not concerned about air quality, then use it for a great escape!

A commotion came from the corridor outside. Some students could be heard opening their doors, seemingly trying to fight the bandits to the bitter end, but to little avail. They had given their lives to protect their homes, but could not stop the bandits from reaping lives.

Before throwing the card, the two consciously glanced at the class monitor, and were immediately shocked. At that moment, a large amount of blood was gushing from the class monitor's light blue school uniform. Although her expression was calm and she did not seem to be in pain, the fist-sized blood hole that suddenly appeared in her abdomen was not fake.

Moreover, the figure of the girl lying in the pool of blood began to appear and disappear, giving the impression that she was about to vanish at any moment.

"It's too late, let's go!" Liao Yuewei grabbed Cheng Shuang.

The sound of kicking came from outside the door. Just as Cheng Shuang was covered by a fishy-smelling fishing net, the door opened and several vicious thugs rushed in. At the same time, the girl on the ground disappeared.

Just as the bandits were about to reach him, Cheng's eyes blurred, and he and Liao Yuewei, hand in hand, moved to another spot.

The violent and murderous clamor faded into the distance, leaving only the flickering torches visible outside the large French windows.

The two sat at a desk, and without prior arrangement, they leaned to one side and picked up a few pieces of wood scraps from under their bottoms.

The room was brightly lit, with an open book on the table and a steaming teacup next to it, indicating that the room's owner had been there not long ago.

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