Chapter 139 Campus Battle Royale (VIII)
Xie Mian looked at Lin Hui indifferently and said nothing more.
It's a waste of time to reason with a madman.
To Lin Hui, his silence was an insult and contempt.
"Okay... okay..." Lin Hui laughed nervously. He nodded and looked around at the students who were trembling with fear. "Don't you all want to live? Don't you all think he's right?"
The smile on his face instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold murderous intent.
"Then let him see, when death comes, will you also want to live at any cost!"
The moment the words fell, the silk threads scattered across the campus sprang to life. Countless threads, thinner than a hair, shot out from all directions, so fast that only traces of them remained in the air.
"ah--!"
A shrill scream broke the silence.
The boy closest to Lin Hui tried to turn around and run away.
But as soon as he took a step, his body was instantly cut into pieces by countless invisible blades, shattering into pieces. Blood and internal organs splattered everywhere, and the rich smell of blood instantly filled the air.
This horrific and bloody scene became the last straw that broke everyone's psychological defenses.
"Run! Run!"
"Monster! He's a monster!"
The crowd was in an uproar, everyone was running around like headless flies, crying, screaming, and begging for mercy mixed together.
E Shifang took action immediately.
He did not look at the fleeing students, but leaned over, firmly grasped the wheelchair handles with both hands, and pushed Xie Mian away from the center of the chaos.
His movements were quick and steady, as if the slaughter and screams around him had nothing to do with him. In his world, there was only the person in his arms.
E Shifang pushed Xie Mian to a relatively quiet corner of the teaching building. Lightning crackled from the protective shield, temporarily isolating him from the carnage and bloodshed outside.
"Wife, do you want to eat something?" E Shifang bent down, completely covered Xie Mian with his body, and took out a bag of melon seeds.
Xie Mian leaned back in his chair, his expression unchanged.
On the other side, Lin Hui's massacre continued.
"Want to run? Can you run away?"
Lin Hui stood there, not even moving a step. He opened his arms, closed his eyes, and wore a sickly, satisfied smile on his face, as if he were listening to a grand symphony.
Those seemingly soft silks are now more deadly than the sharpest steel knife.
A boy, relying on his strong body, ran the fastest and was about to reach the edge of the playground.
Suddenly, dozens of silk threads emerged from the ground beneath his feet and wrapped around his ankles like poisonous snakes.
"No!"
He screamed in horror and struggled desperately.
But the silk threads tightened and tightened, instantly breaking his ankle. He fell to the ground screaming, and before he could get up, more silk threads rushed in from all directions, like a giant white spider web, wrapping him layer by layer.
The silk becomes thicker and thicker, eventually forming a huge white cocoon.
Inside the cocoon, the boy's screams gradually became weaker until they disappeared.
A moment later, a glaring crimson color seeped out from the inside of the pure white cocoon, dyeing the entire cocoon blood-red.
A girl collapsed to the ground in fear, crying desperately, "Don't kill me! Please! I didn't do anything! I have nothing to do with what happened to Teacher Zeng!"
Lin Hui slowly opened his eyes and his gloomy gaze fell on her.
"It's okay?" he repeated softly, then sneered. "When those people coerced, humiliated, and morally blackmailed the teacher, where were you? When the teacher was forced into a corner and utterly lost, where were you?"
"You didn't do anything, you just stood by and watched. Watching is the greatest evil!"
His voice suddenly became sharp.
"Every one of you is a murderer!"
Before he finished speaking, a strand of silk shot out like lightning, accurately piercing the girl's eyebrows.
Her cries stopped abruptly, and her body fell limply to the ground, her eyes still wide open, filled with fear that had no time to dissipate.
One student after another fell.
They were either cut into pieces by silk, or wrapped into blood cocoons, or pierced directly through vital points.
But in just a few minutes, the dozens of students who were still alive were slaughtered.
In the entire campus, there was no one alive except Xie Mian and E Shifang in the corner.
The air was filled with the sickening smell of blood.
Lin Hui took a deep breath and an intoxicated expression appeared on his face.
"Teacher, did you see that? Those who hurt you and ignored you have all received the retribution they deserved."
He muttered to himself, then slowly turned his head, and his poisonous eyes fell on Xie Mian.
He walked over step by step, his feet stepping on the sticky blood and limbs, making a "click, click" sound.
E Shifang stood up and stood in front of the wheelchair.
His face was expressionless, his eyes were cold, and the aura around him instantly became dangerous.
Lin Hui stopped a few meters away from them.
He didn't look at E Shifang who was blocking his way. Instead, he looked past him and stared at Xie Mian in the wheelchair with hatred.
His voice was hoarse and held a strange excitement.
"Your body is the strongest among these people."
The smile on his lips grew bigger and more twisted, and the fanaticism in his eyes almost devoured people.
"So, only you are worthy of carrying Teacher Zeng's great soul!"
"Only with your body can the teacher be perfectly resurrected!"
This sentence completely ignited E Shifang's anger.
He could tolerate this madman killing people outside and could tolerate him saying those high-sounding nonsense.
But he could never tolerate anyone coveting Xie Mian's body.
"You're looking for death."
Two cold words came out of E Shifang's mouth without a trace of emotion.
A terrifying pressure erupted from him, and the air around him solidified instantly.
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