Tang Xinjue was not surprised to be attacked.
The best time to use kills to clear a level early is at the beginning of the level. Many informants in the previous level are still adapting to the game, so they choose to hide and wait for the right environment to strike.
This level, however, provides such an environment at the very beginning.
The game forced everyone to appear on the balcony, and their attention was drawn to the one-minute task. In such a rush, it was difficult to even resist the attack, let alone identify the attacker.
Looking up, he saw two attack skills coming from the left and right directions respectively. One was a short and sharp ice cone, and the other was a black snake-like mist.
The former is obviously an indiscriminate group attack, while the latter is more targeted and faster.
Tang Xinjue did not dodge directly, but seemed to be completely unaware of the danger. He flipped his wrist and raised his cloak, and the black cloth rolled up an air flow out of thin air.
With a barely audible sound, the air current collided head-on with the ice cone. The latter was "blown" off course and collided heavily with the black fog instead!
With a hissing sound, a burning smell instantly spread in the air.
"Heart Secret..."
Zheng Wanqing was about to open the window to help when she was pulled back. Zhang You signaled for silence: "Don't disturb her."
When he turned around again, Tang Xinjue withdrew his hand, and a corner of his cloak was already draped over the clothesline.
In front of her, two attacks stopped just outside the guardrail. The black mist was blocked, making a hissing sound like a small snake spitting out its tongue, but in an instant, the ice cone was eroded to a small piece.
As if sensing the wrong target, the black mist paused for a moment, swirling its tail and hissing in search of another scent. Just as it successfully found its target, a crisp snap of fingers rang out from Tang Xin Jue's hands.
The black fog stagnated again.
The environment hadn't changed at all, but it could no longer detect the scent of its prey.
Tang Xin Jue was standing there, at ease, but the black mist seemed to have lost its ability to sense things. However, its command forced it to attack, so after a silent pause, it continued to bite the ice cone.
The ice cone completely melted, and the black mist entangled with it disappeared into the air.
At the same time, Tang Xinjue also put up the other corner of the cloak, and with a pull of both sides, the clothes were completely covered on the clothesline.
From beginning to end, from the outside, it seemed that she did nothing but put on her clothes smoothly.
You've successfully put your clothes together, and the sun will soon dry them. You think you've accomplished your mission and are ready to return to your dorm, but just then, you discover...
The mission reminder sound suddenly stopped in my ears.
Before he could think about it, Tang Xinjue heard screams outside - the informer's indiscriminate attacks were falling like raindrops, accompanied by the overlapping sounds of doors and windows opening and closing, making the whole place chaotic.
"Is it over? It only took seven seconds!"
Guo Guo couldn't hide his excitement and slapped his thigh, but he couldn't help but grimace because it hurt.
At this moment, a swish sound came from the other side of the balcony, making everyone in 606 turn their heads.
The window of room 605 was opened, and two girls timidly emerged, heads bowed, without a word, and rushed directly to the clothesline to dry their cloaks. They even grabbed a clothespin, but the rain-soaked cloaks were incredibly heavy, and as they set them up, they nearly brought the clothespin down with them. Terrified, the two girls quickly ripped off their cloaks and tossed them onto the pole with their hands.
Tang Xinjue looked at them silently, then turned his gaze outside.
The icicles had indeed been a wide-area attack, and it wasn't just one informant who had chosen to do so. Under the defense of the candidates, at least dozens of icicles fell from the floors, along with rockets, rocks... and even a dazzling array of beetles.
Some of them target randomly, while others aim at a certain floor. Although group attacks can hardly cause fatal injuries, some unlucky candidates are still inevitably affected.
Just on the third floor opposite, a boy fell to the ground with his hands covering his chest and a cry, with a pool of bright red on his chest.
At least three skills rushed towards him at the same time. The boy opened his eyes wide and exclaimed, "What the hell are you doing here to steal heads?!"
Before the attack landed on him, he dodged it by rolling on the ground, cursing as he crawled into the dormitory.
Of course, the informer would not let go of this opportunity. Suddenly, there was a sound of breaking air, and a huge ice cone as thick as an arm, shining with a cold light, pierced straight towards him!
The boys clapped their hands and shouted, "Hero, help me!"
The shield flew through the wind, blocking the ice spike's attack. Following the trajectory, the long-haired girl from Room 307, Building B, sat cross-legged on the guardrail with a sullen expression, her cloak fluttering softly behind her.
When she saw clearly the boys being chased, the long-haired girl was startled: "Why are you guys here again?"
In dormitory 606, Zheng Wanqing also asked, "Why are they here again?"
Although she had been immersed in essays for years, developing a memory for words second only to Tang Xin Jue's, she was partially face-blind when it came to recognizing people. Even so, she recognized that the boy screaming across from her was the unlucky student from 303 who had surrendered with a white flag at the start of the competition and whose companion had been shot in the heart by an informer.
At this moment, the unlucky boy was rolling on the ground. His shield blocked the ice spikes, but it failed to stop the bugs that attacked from behind.
A spotted spider was pulled off the boy's arm and thrown away with a scream, and he quickly slipped into the dormitory using his hands and feet.
After about ten seconds, the game counted and another student died.
Everyone: ...This is too unlucky!
Tang Xinjue tapped lightly on the guardrail with her fingers. She patrolled outside 303 with a blank look. She observed for a moment and then turned away.
The scene was complex and exciting, and she could see it all from her perspective: the dormitory with psychic powers sent cautious ordinary candidates out to hang up clothes, and the same was true for the dormitory of the masked man. The boys who came out to hang clothes were as pale as paper, and their hands were still shaking slightly.
Tang Xinjue saw that the boy had a silver bracelet with a cold aura hanging on his wrist.
The shield flew back quickly and was grasped by the long-haired girl with a thud. Having failed to catch the person again, the girl jumped from the railing to the balcony with a sullen face, and only then noticed the new boy who had come out from the side.
Perhaps remembering that a roommate had just died in this dormitory not long ago, her expression softened: "Do you need help?"
The boy's hands and feet froze, his lips trembling as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he said nothing and hung up his cloak in silence.
The girl with long hair thought he was being too cautious and afraid, so she stopped talking and turned around to push the window and go into the room.
"Wait! That..."
The boy who had finished his task suddenly called out to her. His face seemed even paler as he spoke, his eyes vaguely glancing towards the window, his voice trembling: "I..."
"Yueqiong I fuck you!!!"
A loud shout of shock and anger exploded from a distance, interrupting them.
The shouting came from the ground floor. A portly boy with dyed yellow hair half-knelt on the balcony, his hand clutching his neck, veins bulging. "Fuck you! Are you cursing me? We're both informants, and I didn't even fucking attack you. Are you trying to kill me?!"
He stretched out his hand upwards, and frost quickly condensed in his palm, turning into a huge icicle that seemed to be shooting out, but failed.
After a few breaths, his eyes rolled back and he died. His body collapsed, revealing the curse pattern on his neck.
At the same moment, all the ice cones on the field disappeared without a trace, leaving only the system's fixed and cold reminder: One new candidate has died.
…
"The dead man was an informant, and the one who killed him was also an informant. Can an informant kill another informant?"
"So the informant who used the curse to kill people is called Yue Qiong. Does anyone know him? Can you find his location?"
"Why are you looking at me? My skills are only elementary divination. Just knowing his name is useless. Tell me his birth date and time and I'll calculate it for you."
The death of the informant in public caused unprecedented waves.
But what is even more puzzling is why the cursed person chose to target a candidate from the same faction and someone they knew? Was there a previous grudge?
“…I didn’t kill him.”
In dormitory 308, a boy wearing a black mask sat on a chair, pinching his brows with his fingers. His brows, usually curved like crescents, were a little anxious. "I said I didn't kill him. Don't you understand?"
The room was eerily quiet. A boy standing nearby whispered, "It definitely wasn't you who killed him. Pan Long was just foolish enough to make a mistake. As for the pattern, maybe someone else has awakened the same ability... No, you're definitely unique. They exchanged it..."
The more he spoke, the more confused he became. Cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Seeing Yue Qiong about to look over, he quickly changed the subject: "Haozi is still standing outside! He, why hasn't he come in yet? Will the girls next to him find out?"
Yue Qiong's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and he slowly lowered his fingers: "This IQ is not enough to find anything."
"But if it's someone else, if her IQ is high enough." The boy's eyebrows curved again: "...I think I know how Pan Long died."
Ding Dong!
The sudden notification from the phone startled everyone. After seeing that the mission countdown had reached zero, the heated discussion temporarily stopped.
Everyone was eager to find the informer, but at the same time they were worried that someone might mess up the game at any time. They were so nervous that even breathing was barely audible in the air.
However, after half an hour, there was no change around, and the game did not give any clues for the next step, which made people feel a little at a loss.
After two consecutive interruptions, even the calmest person would find it hard to bear, let alone someone with a bad temper.
The long-haired girl standing at the door of Room 307 like a door god, her arms folded, her tongue pressed against her cheek, her brows almost twisted into a knot. She then noticed the boy from the next dorm who was still standing there stupidly, and patiently asked, "What were you trying to say?"
The boy came to his senses and his eyes fell on her without any focus. Maybe it was because he was facing the sun, but they seemed a little red.
However, before the long-haired girl could take a closer look, two knocks were heard on the balcony window of Room 308.
The two hits, neither light nor heavy, made the boy's body tremble violently. He quickly grabbed the bracelet on his right hand and walked back into the room without saying a word.
"Hey," the long-haired girl watched him go in: "You're not going to talk anymore?"
Bang. The only sound in response was the window closing.
Long-haired girl: “…”
She turned her head expressionlessly, feeling that the light outside was so stifling that she wanted to chop something to vent her anger.
Forget it, to hell with it, she shouldn’t have come out!
Just as she was about to turn around and walk back, the girl suddenly stopped moving, her hands holding the shield tightened, and her whole body was in a vigilant posture ready to attack.
Because she heard a girl's voice in her ears that definitely didn't belong nearby.
The voice said, "Don't come into the house."
"There's something on the balcony."
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