Shi Yu continued to move the brush downwards, and the color of the ink dots gradually darkened.
Shang Xia was easy to deal with because at the beginning he used the name on the title page of the textbook he secretly brought to the playground to reveal his identity as a student of Class 440. He didn't need to put in much effort at all because the other party had already put him in the safe range.
Because Lin Chenghuan had been a close ally of his in the past two days, and they had sat at the same table to discuss issues, and he had also heard him sort out their ideas with his own ears, he basically would not focus his suspicion on him.
Wu Qianchuan had been nearly driven to schizophrenia by the three murders, and he was currently the focus of everyone's suspicious eyes, so his words lacked force.
The trouble is two girls.
The two of them had been playing together all the time, and their gender always made them more naturally close to each other than other people.
Shi Yu wrote and drew on the paper with his eyelashes drooping.
[It's obviously a story between players, why am I so excited watching it. 】
[I used to watch so many noobs fighting each other and I felt nothing inside, but now I follow the boss and watch him fool around with other players and I feel excited. It turns out that this is the correct way to use the God's perspective. I am moved to tears.]
[I thought I was chasing after a gentle little angel, but now it seems that she is a big devil who kills people without blinking an eye... I feel a little disillusioned. ]
[How can someone who wants to survive in a place like this be a fool? I love this kind of beautiful teacher who is both good and evil even more! ! ! ]
[I am now anxiously trying to know what will happen next. The only ghost in his camp was killed by him. How is Shi Yu going to deal with other players now? It is really painful that I cannot fast forward the live broadcast.]
[There is only one ghost player among ten players. How can he be drawn with such a one in ten probability? Doesn't God's Domain balance the abilities of the players in this kind of confrontational dungeon to balance the difficulty? Shang Xia, Lin Chenghuan, Xue Chengyu and the others have been in the Lower Nine Heavens for so long. Anyone would be more suitable than him, a newcomer who is entering the game for the second time, right? Is there really no shady plot behind this? ? ]
[Before, I think that Master Meiren might just be a non-African physique. Whoever tries it will know.]
[The emperor is not anxious, but the eunuch is. Anyway, it’s fine to just follow him. I’m waiting for him to continue to be deified. ]
[Please don't deify him. Don't forget that he is injured and can't run or jump, and it's difficult for him to move freely. Isn't it just bringing bad luck to him to insist on deifying Master Meiren? ]
[I like him so I hope he gets first place, what's wrong with that? Can this be accused of deliberately attracting negative attention? The little sister is quite skilled at praising openly and criticizing secretly. She knows that you have good Chinese grades but there is no need to show off your knowledge.]
[Just reminding him not to have such high expectations of him, is this considered an accusation? Who is accusing whom? Sister, you are very experienced and have done this a lot, right? ]
【……】
[Is it my illusion? Why is it that once the live broadcast content involves Shi Yu, there are always quarrels in the barrage? Can I still watch the live broadcast properly? 】
[Fame brings gossip, and I have a feeling that if he loses this time, it won’t matter. But if he can really kill all five other players and win, he will definitely become the most legendary player in recent years, and his quarrels on the air will probably become a daily news.]
[I decided to find an opportunity to pay respect to the Ghost King. I hope that Master Meiren will soon enter the Upper Nine Heavens Divine Realm and be assigned a personal live broadcast room. By then, people who watch the live broadcast will have to pay krypton gold honestly, and I guess there won’t be so many idiots. ]
[Why am I so panicked? My heart is beating so fast. I always feel that something bad will happen to Master Meiren when facing so many players.]
[…How long have you been dead and your heart is still beating? ]
The temperature dropped that night, the sky was completely dark, and the cold wind gave people goose bumps all over their bodies.
It's going to rain.
Shang Xia was lying on the table playing with a ballpoint pen, his eyes fixed on the article in front of him.
Absence from evening self-study will result in class points being deducted. Shi Yu's absence was an accident and was forgiven by the head teacher, but Shang Xia, who suddenly ran out in the middle of the study session, could not possibly tell the head teacher about the sudden message he received on his gaming bracelet. In the eyes of the head teacher, he was committing a crime in defiance of the law and was directly punished to write a 2,000-word self-reflection. After working for most of the evening self-study session, he was barely able to fill up a piece of paper, and he just couldn't get the remaining 500 words out.
When the get out of class was finally over, he threw the unfinished self-review on his desk and decided to finish today's work tomorrow. As a result, Shi Yu, who was passing by, asked him, "Have you finished writing your self-review?"
Shang Xia: “…”
He said, "It's almost done. I'll write the remaining paragraph tomorrow. I'll go back now."
"The teacher said you have to hand it in tomorrow." Shi Yu said, looking at his face, "How about I write it?"
The other party will be penalized, ultimately because of him.
Shang Xia quickly shook his head and took out the self-criticism letter again: "I'll do it myself. Do you want to go back first or come with me later?"
Shi Yu leaned on the edge of the table. When he was in the infirmary, the school doctor learned that his wheelchair was broken and kindly lent him a spare pair of crutches: "Go back first."
Shang Xia frowned, glanced at his legs with concern, and looked at him as if he was a disabled person: "Why don't you wait?"
“…I’m not disabled.”
Shang Xia actually wanted to try again, but he was afraid that his trembling would annoy others, so he had to swallow the rest of his words.
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Shi Yu left the classroom first. Instead of rushing back, he went back to the library, picked up the copy of "Classic of Mountains and Seas" that had fallen on the ground, and took a piece of paper from his pocket to wipe the dust off the cover.
He was passing the first floor with a book in his arms when he ran into Wu Qianchuan rushing to the dormitory.
The other person seemed not to see him, and did not even pause for a moment, bumping into his shoulder as they passed by. He lost his balance and fell onto the barrier-free ramp next to him, with his shoulder hitting the stainless steel railing.
Wu Qianchuan's instep was hit by the corner of the book, and he cursed: "Fuck you... why are you a cripple again?"
When he got to the second half of the sentence, his tone changed slightly.
Before Shi Yu noticed the subtle change in his words, the other party suddenly stepped forward and restrained his arms.
I used so much force that veins popped out on the back of my hands.
Then a hand covered his neck, and the man suddenly pinched the other's thin neck skin.
Shi Yu struggled subconsciously, but unfortunately he was at a disadvantage from the beginning and had lost the initiative. His body, which was half dead in the car accident, did not allow him to resist.
Wu Qianchuan's face suddenly came closer, and only then could one see that his eyes were wide open, bloodshot veins were clearly visible on his eyeballs, and his lips were trembling slightly.
It's a mental breakdown.
The mental stress of the entire day was overwhelmed the moment I received the news from the Divine Realm.
Wu Qianchuan didn't know who among the people around him was trustworthy, and he didn't know whether the player who was chatting and laughing with him in the last second would kill him with a knife in the next second. The feeling of powerlessness with the enemy in the dark and himself in the light was the most unbearable.
If only everyone else were dead.
If only everyone else were dead.
If he were the only player left, wouldn't he definitely be able to survive?
It was just that the other person happened to bump into him when he had this idea, and happened to be the lame guy who seemed the least able to resist among all the people.
Isn't this God hinting to him?
Wu Qianchuan held the man's airway tightly, and his calloused fingers sank deeply into the man's skin, sinking deeper and deeper, feeling the warm and sticky liquid soaking through the gaps between his nails.
The physical strength enhanced by the divine realm is also not false.
When I was in a small and hopeless situation, it was very exciting to suddenly find that I could control the life and death of another person, as if I had gotten rid of the label of being weak and became extremely powerful.
He grabbed the other person nervously, mumbling to himself in a low, fragmented, and demonic voice: "Ghosts... Kill you... If you are all dead, I will win..."
This person is finally crazy.
No matter how good Shi Yu was at foresight, he couldn't predict a madman's thought process in advance.
He was roughly half-lifted in the air by the man, his long hair was disheveled, his eyelashes drooped tremblingly, his struggling hands gradually lost strength, and his fingertips lost their color.
"Bang--"
The falling hand hit the metal railing.
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At the same time, Shang Xia was still writing the last line of words in the classroom, while other players returned to their residences early, alert to any unexpected situations that might occur at night.
Suddenly there was a loud thunder, lightning split the sky, and heavy rain poured down.
A system message jumped into everyone's eyes:
[The progress of the side quest has been updated, and the total number of players remaining is currently five. ]
[Side quest continues]
No one expected that someone would suffer at this time.
According to the common characteristics of the players who died before, the ghosts always attacked at night.
Putting aside the issue of what kind of waves this news stirred up in everyone's hearts, what was even more outrageous was that it was not until night that everyone realized that the unexpected events that they had initially been wary of that might happen at night had come true.
But it was not the ghost who instigated it, but Shang Xia.
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Shang Xia returned to the dormitory on time.
He looked around but didn't see the person he was looking for. The vague uneasiness in his heart when he received the system message suddenly magnified. He walked a few steps to Lin Chenghuan and asked, "Where is Shi Yu?"
"You're asking me?" Lin Chenghuan was slightly stunned, with obvious surprise on his face, "Weren't you always walking together? Why didn't he come back with you?"
He looked at the boy's suddenly changed expression and realized something: "I haven't seen him since get out of class."
So he disappeared after we parted in the classroom.
Shang Xia turned around and went out.
Lin Chenghuan subconsciously grabbed him and said, "The lights are off, you're still planning to go out? Aren't you afraid of being spotted by ghosts?"
Shang Xia looked up expressionlessly, turned his wrist, grabbed the hand that was originally on his forearm, and simply folded it down.
The sound of bones dislocating was accompanied by a gasp. Lin Chenghuan's face turned pale with pain, but he was unable to break free from his shackles at all.
"You reminded me." Shang Xia smiled lightly. He had a very aggressive look, and usually he was very reserved like a well-behaved boy. Now that there was no one around him, his aura suddenly changed, like a blazing sun. "The lights are all off, and I am too inefficient to be alone. I really should find a few more people."
Lin Chenghuan understood the meaning of his words, but was too late to protest. The other party seemed to have anticipated his resistance and with a force of his hands, he directly buckled both of his arms behind his back and carried him out of the room like a sack.
The door of the dormitory opposite was closed.
Shang Xia knocked on the door directly.
Wu Qianchuan inside saw the two of them through the crack in the door. He paused in his movement to open the door, and slammed it shut, but the door suddenly stopped turning.
Shang Xia put his foot in the crack of the door, held the door frame with his hand, and kicked the door open with his other foot.
The man was hit in the face by the door and staggered back. The heavy metal door slammed hard against the wall, and the pale wall dust fell down.
Shang Xia reached out and grabbed the man's collar, raised his eyelids lazily, and smiled: "Why, you feel guilty when you see me, have you done anything wrong?"
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