Chapter 135 Campus Battle Royale (Part 4)
Suddenly, an invisible silk thread, carrying suppressed hatred, wrapped around Xie Mian's neck. Although he had avoided it, a small wound was still left on his skin.
Red blood dripped from the white and transparent skin and dripped onto the back of Xie Mian's hand.
A tearing sensation, originating from the depths of his soul, suddenly spread upward from the skin of his neck. It was as if countless red-hot steel needles were piercing his throat and into his head.
Under the stimulation of severe pain, the butterfly wings that were quietly spread out behind Xie Mian suddenly folded.
He fell from the sky like a butterfly with broken wings.
"Wife!"
E Shifang's face changed drastically and he caught the falling Xie Mian.
He kept shouting, but Xie Mian could no longer hear his voice.
Xie Mian's consciousness was forcibly dragged by the resentment in the silk and sank into a white memory.
A white car hidden by the fog, and a snow-white person sleeping and curled up inside the car.
White hair, white eyebrows, and white eyelashes that move slightly with breathing.
"I'm going to school, I'm going to save them!"
"I'm their teacher. It's my responsibility to save them. If I can save as many as I can, it's a good save!"
"Besides, I have superpowers now. I can swish and spit silk. I can definitely save them!"
"Xie Mian, do you want to come with me to rescue everyone?"
The white fog grew thicker and thicker, and the person standing in front of him stretched out his hand with a calm smile on his face.
This is the memory of meeting Teacher Zeng after I escaped from the campus.
Xie Mian stared at the hand stretched out in front of him and ignored it.
White silk swirled around Xie Mian like a storm.
E Shifang's eyes became fierce, and a hint of cruel light flashed in the depths of his pupils.
"How dare you immerse yourself in Mianmian's sea of consciousness? You're really courting death!"
He didn't make any unnecessary movements, just raised his hand and clenched his five fingers.
In an instant, a cold light flashed around him, and a concentrated insect energy gathered in his palm. He suddenly pinched the air.
“Zizi——”
The resentment and hatred that seeped into Xie Mian's spiritual world were instantly pulled out and crushed like parasitic vines.
A special, burnt smell filled the air.
The mental invasion was violently broken, and Xie Mian's body softened and fell backwards.
E Shifang held Xie Mian steadily in his arms, and gently stroked the small wound on his neck with his fingertips.
The resentment in the wound had been completely cleared, leaving only a shallow red mark, but it still looked shocking on the fair skin.
E Shifang lowered his head and carefully kissed the scar, with a hint of fear and pity in his eyes.
The person in my arms had his eyelashes trembling slightly, as if he was still trapped in the aftermath of his memories, his brows slightly furrowed, and he had not yet fully woken up.
"It's okay, I'm here." E Shifang whispered to comfort him.
However, this calm did not last long. The silk in the entire teaching building instantly boiled over like a hornet's nest that had been poked!
The silk thread, moving without wind, turned from white to red, dripping like blood. The walls began to twist and wriggle, and the ceiling lights flickered madly with a crackling sound. From deep in the long corridor, a rustling sound, a faint, sharp cry, came.
The few survivors were already frightened out of their wits, huddled together, and trembling.
E Shifang held Xie Mian in his arms and slowly stood up. Heizi's pupils swept coldly towards the twisted and mutated corridor.
"Playing tricks!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the corridor, which was filled with blood and terror the moment before, suddenly twisted as if it was grasped by an invisible giant hand.
An irresistible force appeared out of nowhere and seized everyone present.
The surviving students screamed in terror as their bodies were dragged uncontrollably into the depths of the teaching building.
E Shifang immediately protected Xie Mian, and the power of time around him crackled. However, this power seemed to be able to ignore his power of time, and the space around him was still strangely distorted.
His eyes darkened, and he simply retracted all his insect energy, allowing that force to carry him to another place.
The cold wind blew on my body.
In the blink of an eye, we were moved from the corridor to the open space in front of the teaching building.
The flagpole stands tall under the sky.
The light shines through the interwoven silk threads, falling in patches.
Hundreds of students gathered in front of the teaching building.
A video is playing on a huge projection.
——A young man in white clothes and white hair was nailed to a huge cross.
His head drooped, his hands and feet pierced by iron nails. His blood had solidified and turned black, and countless silk threads sprouted from his body, forming a huge cocoon that protected the campus and prevented the invasion of insect monsters from outside.
"It's him...it's Teacher Zeng..." A girl collapsed to the ground, crying.
"Monsters! They're all monsters! We're going to die here!"
"Why? Why should I? I just... I just asked him to spit out a little more silk!"
"He was the one who wanted to protect us. It's none of our business!"
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The students who were transferred here watched the scene on the screen in fear, some of them yelling and cursing, while others blamed each other.
"It's all your fault! You were the first one to suggest nailing Teacher Zeng to the wall to stop the bug monster!"
"Bullshit! Didn't you tie him up with a rope?"
Those who accused each other wrestled with each other, some releasing their insect energy, others raising their sticks.
"The rules say that killing others can delay your chances of being selected. If that's the case, then all of you should die!"
An insect follower that mimicked a cockroach suddenly opened his abdomen, and countless tiny cockroaches crawled out of his abdomen.
Anyone who was bitten by the little cockroaches would lie on the ground with festering wounds all over their bodies, rolling around in pain.
"Go to hell, all of you go to hell!!"
E Shifang raised his hand and crushed a cockroach that jumped over. He didn't care about such low-level insect energy.
The insect followers with insect power were blood-thirsty and kept watching and killing the people around them; the ordinary students without insect power hid aside, constantly shouting "Teacher, Teacher Zeng", hoping to get some safety time.
Xie Mian opened his eyes in the chaos. He was being held by E Shifang and occupied a piece of open space. No one dared to approach him.
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