Chapter 134 Campus Battle Royale (Part 3)
Immersed in the death of Teacher Zeng, Xie Mian was unable to recover for a long time.
Teacher Zeng’s death was like a thorn piercing into his mind. It was painful, but he couldn’t bear to pull it out.
If he had been more determined to stop Teacher Zeng and not let him go back to school, he would not have died.
E Shifang noticed his wife's silence.
He tightened his arms around his wife's waist, and through the thin fabric, he could feel the firm and flexible waistline of his lover:
"Come on, let's find out who's behind this and who's playing tricks. I want to see what kind of idiot thinks you're guilty."
Xie Mian gently rested his head on E Shifang's chest, listening to the non-existent heartbeat, and let the other party hold him and walk forward.
The thick silk spread on the ground, like a layer of snow that would not melt, making a rustling sound when stepped on.
The further we go, the dimmer the light becomes.
The thick silk sealed the window tightly, and only a few rays of pale light squeezed in from the gaps, barely outlining the outline of the corridor.
The smell of blood in the air was extremely strong.
When the silk was pulled aside, the wall was covered with strange graffiti smeared with blood and minced meat.
The ground under my feet was as thick as winter snow, and from time to time I could step on bumps, which were violently torn bones with pieces of flesh still on them.
E Shifang walked leisurely on the silk under his feet, looking extremely leisurely and relaxed.
When he was almost at the end of the corridor, E Shifang stood still and did not move.
Hysterical crying and the sound of footsteps on the floor came from far away.
Immediately afterwards, five or six young men and women, dressed in rags, skinny and with terrified expressions, rushed over from the corner.
When they saw E Shifang and Xie Mian, they were stunned at first, and then their eyes flashed with great surprise, like drowning people grabbing driftwood.
"Xie Mian? You are Xie Mian?!"
A boy wearing glasses, who looked gentle, had trembling lips and spoke in an excited voice.
At first glance, he didn't recognize the person in his arms as Xie Mian. It wasn't until the other person raised his head and looked at him that he realized it from those cold eyes that seemed to keep him at a distance.
Although his hair and eye colors had changed, and he looked like a gorgeous and holy butterfly among flowers, the coldness in his eyes still left a deep impression on him.
After the apocalypse broke out, many students' appearances changed after they became insect followers.
Although Xie Mian's appearance is different from before and is more cool and handsome than before, the basic foundation is still there.
When these people saw Xie Mian and E Shifang for the first time, they were all attracted by them.
In addition to their superior looks, what caught their attention even more was their spotless clothes, plump skin, and mental state that showed they had never been hungry.
Xie Mian and the man holding Xie Mian must both be insect followers, and they must be very powerful.
"Thank you, thank you, that's great, we are saved!"
There were five people surrounding Xie Mian, but because of the protective shield, they couldn't get too close and could only stand a few steps away.
Xie Mian had some impression of these people, but that was all he had.
Among these people, two women have tentacles on their heads, so they must be insect-followers; there is also a beautiful girl whose appearance cannot be seen, but no fluctuations of insect energy can be felt on her body, so she should be an ordinary person.
The other two men, one wearing glasses and the other tall and strong, were also ordinary people.
Since these people were selected to attend Teacher Zeng’s memorial service, it means that Teacher Zeng’s death is closely related to them.
Perhaps they pushed Teacher Zeng to death with their own hands, or perhaps they merely flapped the butterfly's wings.
He had no intention of helping these five people.
Everyone is responsible for their own actions, both before and after the end of the world.
He was about to signal E Shifang to continue going downstairs, but he saw the tallest boy among the five people suddenly push away the person in front of him and rush to the protective shield in three or two steps.
His student uniform was tattered and filthy, a mixture of blood and sweat. His lips were chapped, his cheeks sunken, and his eyeballs bulged.
"Xie Mian, the school's most popular person, you are still alive?!"
He looked Xie Mian up and down, his eyes sweeping across Xie Mian's incredibly beautiful face, and his eyes became more passionate and determined.
"You're a bug-loving one, right? Judging from your appearance, you must be of a high level. You're so powerful, come and protect us! This is your responsibility, you must get us out of this damn place!"
He said the word "responsibility" in a decisive and righteous manner, as if Xie Mian was born to protect them.
The remaining four people looked at each other and followed suit, saying:
"Yes, Xie Mian, we are classmates, you must save us!"
"We are all classmates, you can't just stand by and watch someone die!"
Several people spoke as if it was a matter of course, as if they were very sure that Xie Mian would definitely help them.
They flatter with their words, but there is a calculating gleam in their eyes.
E Shifang's black eyes narrowed slightly, and a trace of extremely dangerous murderous intent gathered in his eyes.
He was just about to take action to let these useless people who were engaging in moral kidnapping understand the meaning of "mouthful disasters come from the mouth".
But there are "people" who are faster than him.
The tall and strong boy, saliva still flying from his mouth, suddenly froze.
His expression was frozen on his face, his face flushed, his eyes bulged, as if an invisible hand was strangling his throat.
He raised his hands in horror and covered his mouth tightly, and a wheezing sound like a broken bellows kept coming from his throat.
The next second, something happened that made everyone's scalp tingle.
——A strand of snow-white silk suddenly emerged from between his tightly clasped fingers!
Then came the second, the third...
Countless snow-white silk threads, carrying sticky liquid, burst out of his mouth, nasal cavity, and eye sockets crazily!
In just one second, his entire body was wrapped from the inside out like an airtight white cocoon.
"Bang!"
The silkworm pupa fell to the ground, silent.
"ah--!!!"
Sharp screams exploded in the corridor.
The remaining few people were so frightened that they crawled back away.
The dancing silk did not let them go, floating closely behind them, forming an encirclement.
The encirclement did not close quickly and kill them. Instead, it was like a game, constantly irritating their nerves, but refusing to put down the final butcher knife.
Several people huddled together, trembling, like frogs whose throats were strangled and whose hands and feet were chopped off.
With a swollen head.
"Ahhhh, Xiemen, save us, we are classmates!"
"Get out of here, get out of here!"
They kept waving their arms, sweeping the silk threads hanging on their heads, shoulders, backs and even ankles.
These silk threads are like worms, sticky and wriggling against the skin.
E Shifang admired this scene with great interest, with a cold arc on the corner of his mouth.
He turned his head and whispered in Xie Mian's ear in a voice only the two of them could hear: "This trial is quite innovative."
Xie Mian didn't look at the silkworm pupae on the ground, nor did he look at the frightened students.
His gaze crossed the corridor and fell on the spiral stairs, his eyes deep.
"Hmm, is there anything down there?"
E Shifang rested his chin lightly on the small tuft of hair on Xie Mian's head, and followed Xie Mian's gaze towards the stairs.
The dim light spread down the stairs, step by step.
A cold, sticky, hateful emotion rushed up the stairs like a flood.
E Shifang was well prepared. He dodged while holding Xie Mian. A cold light condensed in his palm, and the torrent of time surged down, pushing the resentful emotions to the last step.
Xie Mian drew his sword sideways, opened his butterfly wings, and flew into the air.
The emotions that were piled up on the stairs split into two like Bodhidharma splitting the sea, and quickly receded.
“Hmm…”
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