Chapter 22 Happy University (Twenty-two)
How can something that can be solved with money be called a problem?
This is what the great artist Feng Zhibei, who was never short of money during his lifetime, said.
Yan Chuxue was also a wealthy person, and nodded after some thought.
The two sides reached a strange consensus on the ideological level.
He Yutong was eager to try. He had always been a marginal figure since he was a child, and this time he finally had the opportunity to show his worth.
Yan Chuxue stepped forward and turned the doorknob without even knocking.
With a creaking sound, an indescribable smell hit me in the face.
Feng Zhibei sniffed. The smell was like some rotten plant mixed with blood.
A cold voice came from the other side of the door: "Don't you know you should knock before entering someone else's room?"
Yan Chuxue's eyes suddenly became sharp and she rushed into the house.
He Yutong was shocked: Just rush in like this!
He was just about to ask for help from Feng Zhibei, who seemed more reliable, but unexpectedly, the latter threw a fruit knife at Yan Chuxue: "Use this to stab him in the neck!"
He Yutong: “……?”
Why would you fight with an ordinary fruit knife?
A prompt sound rang in the ears of the three people at the same time:
[Ding! The anchor disturbed Teacher Yan's rest. Teacher Yan is very angry and decided to punish you.
Please try your best to avoid the wrath of Mr. Yan and his students and survive!
Special note: This is an Easter egg plot, there is no time limit, please try your best to survive! 】
He Yutong: "..."
It was then that he tragically realized that he seemed to have boarded the wrong ship.
Yan Chuxue caught the knife without even turning her head, and kicked the desk in the office, overturning the already fragile table top.
In an instant, papers flew everywhere, and rustling sounds and clanging sounds continued to be heard. All kinds of debris fell to the ground and rolled everywhere.
The scene was very chaotic for a while.
Yan Jingming had a gloomy face. He picked up a pointed umbrella on the ground and started fighting with Yan Chuxue.
The fight was going on fiercely in the office, and there was also movement outside the corridor.
First, the light above my head kept flickering, the temperature around me suddenly dropped, and whispers gradually sounded in the dark corners.
Feng Zhibei felt a chill on the back of his neck, and then something brushed his face, feeling like hair.
"Junior...you're here again..."
He Yutong watched this scene in horror. Something bumped his shoulder. He looked back and almost fainted from fright.
A half-rotten head was constantly hitting him, his eyeballs were knocked out, and brain matter and blood were dripping all over the floor.
When he turned around, the head grinned and a tongue of astonishing length stretched out and licked his cheek.
While dodging the attack from behind, Feng Zhibei took out the graffiti book and the lighter given by Yan Chuxue from his backpack.
Yan Jingming, who was fighting with Yan Chuxue, suddenly changed his expression and looked towards the door.
"So that's what you were planning... 367 is really restless, even though I've dealt with him several times."
He laughed softly, then suddenly stepped onto the bookcase next to him, used the momentum to jump up, and swung the umbrella towards Yan Chuxue fiercely. The latter had no time to dodge and blocked it with her arm.
The pointed end of the umbrella tore open the clothes, leaving a wound on the strong arm, and bright red blood flowed out.
Yan Jingming said in a nasty tone, with some sarcasm: "Still thinking of bursting out with low health, it seems that the official nerfs are not enough."
Yan Chuxue wiped her bleeding arm and casually threw the blood aside. "It's not that I didn't cut it enough, it's just that I'm strong enough."
After saying this, he used his hind legs to jump onto the bookcase on the other side, and with a wave of his hand, he threw all the glassware on the bookcase towards Yan Jingming.
Feng Zhibei listened to the noise in the office and quickened his movements.
Although He Yutong was crying for his parents, he was beating the monsters one by one with one punch, and he was doing so very smoothly. This made it seem that Feng Zhibei was in trouble.
Monsters also know how to deal with people based on their abilities. It is obvious that Feng Zhibei's combat ability is the weakest here, not to mention that their boss has given the order to take the book back.
The entire corridor was even colder, making people's teeth chatter, and there was even a layer of frost on the ground.
A strong wind suddenly arose, and the sound of the wind attacked the eardrums of everyone present like a ghost crying.
A hand touched Feng Zhibei's face: "Junior, you make the president very angry..."
Feng Zhibei elbowed back with a cold face, and a sharp howl came from behind him.
He kept dodging, trembling as he tried to light a fire with his lighter, but was always interrupted at the critical moment by various monsters. Seeing that the monsters around him were increasing in number and the situation was getting worse, he gritted his teeth and roared to the distance:
"He Yutong! Help me, connect the connection--"
Feng Zhibei threw the graffiti book in his hand to He Yutong.
He Yutong screamed and kept saying "No, No, No" and looked like she was about to collapse, but she caught the book accurately.
In an instant, all the monsters' eyes were focused on him.
Feng Zhibei didn't have time to catch his breath before he took out two thick books from his schoolbag, tore them into several pieces, and threw them on the ground while running.
There were fewer monsters chasing him, and most of the attention was focused on He Yutong.
He distanced himself from the monster, squatted down quickly, and lit the paper on the ground with a lighter.
In an instant, a dark blue flame burned along the path of the shredded paper, swaying continuously with the cold wind, like a fire dragon coming from the abyss, crackling.
Some monsters were unable to dodge and crashed into the fire, screaming.
Feng Zhibei shouted to He Yutong, "Throw the book into the fire!"
He Yutong, who was frantically dodging the flying skull attack, quickened his pace and ran towards this side. However, he did not expect that the fire would melt the ice on the ground into water. His feet slipped and he fell out.
The book also flew into the air.
In the office, Yan Jingming threw Yan Chuxue against the wall, supported the collapsed desk with one hand, and quickly walked into the corridor.
Yan Chuxue spat out a mouthful of blood, her left arm hanging by her side. She jumped up and chased after the other party, ignoring the warning sound in her ears:
[Ding! Your current health is 30 points, and your attack strength has increased by 30%. Please remember to restore your health in time!]
In the blazing fire, all the people and ghosts rushed towards the graffiti book.
When Yan Jingming was about to touch the book, a figure appeared in his sight, jumped up suddenly, and pressed the graffiti book into the fire with his body.
It’s Feng Zhibei.
He paused by the fire, his face sullen.
"You ungrateful rat! I should have crushed you to death the moment you left the factory."
The flames engulfed the graffiti book and also engulfed Feng Zhibei. The blue flames burned, illuminating the entire corridor.
He Yutong stared blankly at the flames, muttering to himself: "I killed him..."
A monster pounced on him from behind.
Yan Chuxue kicked Yan Jingming from behind. He had just reattached his dislocated left arm, and there was no trace of emotion in his eyes.
Yan Jingming frowned, turned around and started fighting with him again.
The audience in Feng Zhibei's livestream could only see a sea of fire. The host hadn't interacted in a while, and they were chatting idly.
[Why hasn't there been a death pop-up window for so long? ]
[I can't die, my health is higher than the richest guy next door]
So why did they come to kill the secretary? I don't understand the logic.
[Could this be a mission from the richest man? He's not doing a punishment dungeon, but it's hard to say. After all, his privacy is set to the highest level, so he can't see any information.]
A blurry figure suddenly appeared in the firelight.
The barrage boiled over:
[…Fuck!]
[Damn, how can anyone be okay with this? What kind of fire is this!]
Yan Jingming, who was dodging Yan Chuxue's sweeping kick, suddenly felt a sense of crisis. He turned his head to the side, but unexpectedly a pale hand grabbed his neck, and then he felt a pain in his left back.
A fruit knife was inserted into his body and kept pushing in.
Blood oozed from the corners of Yan Jingming's mouth. Feng Zhibei wrapped her arms around him, pressed against his back, and whispered in his ear, "Teacher Yan, does it hurt?"
Feng Zhibei's face was pale, and a faint blue flame was burning on his body. As he approached, the fire spread from his body to Yan Jingming's body.
The latter groaned, and the part of his body that came into contact with the flames melted like a wax figure.
The monster in the corridor kept screaming, its flesh falling off, and it looked extremely painful.
When the audience saw this scene, they broke out into a heated discussion, and the popularity of the live broadcast room increased significantly.
[How the hell did that fruit knife get there? How did it end up in his hands?]
[He had put the knife in his backpack backstage. Just now, when the richest man was fighting, he had no weapon to use and almost got knocked over.]
[Oh my god, this is really exciting]
I thought they were going to die here. The little pot-head was almost buried by the monster.
Yan Chuxue took advantage of Yan Jingming's inability to move and kicked him in the chest, helping Feng Zhibei stab the knife deeper.
Even though he was in a low health state, his attack power increased greatly, and this kick collapsed half of Yan Jingming's chest.
"…Where is he, in this body?"
Feng Zhibei's expression remained unchanged as she spoke into Yan Jingming's ear through the cover of her long hair.
Yan Jingming didn't say anything. Most of his body had melted, and red and yellow gelatinous substance dripped all over the ground.
He suddenly laughed.
"How do you know you are in the control group and not the experimental group?"
Yan Jingming coughed up a mouthful of blood mixed with internal organ fragments.
Yan Chuxue's eyes flashed, and she was about to continue attacking when she heard a loud bang. The ancient teaching building finally couldn't bear it and collapsed and disintegrated in the sea of fire.
He shouted to He Yutong and Feng Zhibei: "Go first! Get out of here!"
Feng Zhibei quickly drew his knife and retreated towards the door with the others.
Yan Jingming did not catch up with them, but stood in the collapsed building and watched them quietly.
Feng Zhibei felt a strange feeling for no reason, but the situation was urgent and he couldn't think too much. He took a last look at Yan Jingming in the firelight, and was pulled out of the door by Yan Chuxue.
The teaching building began to disintegrate from the bottom floor, rubble fell, dust was raised, and flames licked the entire building, devouring it completely.
The wailing of the wronged souls was enveloped by blue flames, and soon there was no sound, leaving only the sound of the collapsing building.
"Don't worry, this fire can purify the soul, and they will be free."
Yan Chuxue saw that Feng Zhibei was a little distracted and said to him.
The teaching building that had imprisoned countless students was finally destroyed, leaving only burning rubble in the ruins, like a grand finale.
Feng Zhibei withdrew his gaze and was about to say something when he heard Yan Chuxue groan.
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Thank you everyone (bowing)
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