Chapter 21
[Congratulations to Cen Xun, the eccentric, for successfully killing 1 Nightmare Alien. Points +100.]
[Congratulations to Cen Xun, the eccentric, for successfully killing 2 Nightmare Aliens. Points +200.]
【Congratulations】
【Cong】
Cen Xun killed monsters all the way from the dormitory building, and the destination was the same as the previous round, still the administrative building.
Cheng Feng struggled to follow his instructor, who was soaring through the air and escaping the ground. Seeing the surrounding scenery gradually becoming familiar, he finally couldn't help but ask, "Teacher, this direction seems to lead to the administrative building, right?"
Cen Xun admitted: "Yes, we need to find the principal."
"Why are we looking for the principal? He's become the big boss! Can we defeat him?"
"Go challenge the principal and take over the position of principal."
"ha?"
Cheng Feng was completely confused: "Teacher, what did you say to take away?"
Cen Xun: "If I say I'm the principal, do you believe me?"
Cheng Feng: "If I say I don't believe you, will you deduct my credits?"
"You have to believe it."
Cen Xun blasted away a faceless monster that was charging at him and said calmly, "Not just you, the other students have to believe it too."
"It's better to be ruled by me than by a crazy principal, isn't it?"
Cheng Feng was stunned, as if he couldn't accept the reality: "What has become of the principal now?"
"You'll know once you see it."
On the way to the administrative building, Cen Xun took the time to check the time. It was 23:43, and he didn't have much time left.
Cen Xun opened the system panel, and the nightmare system showed that his puppet thread had been upgraded to the green level, and the joystick (magic wand) had been upgraded to the yellow level.
The faith value changes from 563 to 3665.
Cen Xun calculated that there were 563 students who survived the previous round, plus 2,365 new players who joined this round, so the initial faith value of this round should have been only 2,928.
However, the faith value in this round reached 3665.
Obviously, the newly added 737 faith points represent the 737 newly survived students. These students were either rescued by others or saw the regulations newly added by Cen Xun on the questionnaire information and thought of ways to save themselves.
In short, they all developed a strong sense of trust in Cen Xun.
Cen Xun was very pleased, but he still felt it was not enough. There were more than 10,000 students in H University, which meant that the president had to have at least 10,000 points of faith.
His 3665 is ultimately a drop in the bucket compared to the principal's 10,000 points of faith.
It would be nice if there were more players, Cen Xun thought, and sighed regretfully.
"Teacher! There seems to be someone alive over there!" Cheng Feng suddenly shouted, pointing in a direction. Cen Xun looked in the direction and saw more than a dozen people stumbling towards him. Each of them had injuries to varying degrees, and their dirty faces were filled with joy at being rescued.
Cen Xun raised his eyebrows. Aren’t these people old acquaintances?
Cheng Feng kindly helped those embarrassed classmates to get rid of the monsters chasing them, but he didn't expect that what he got was not a thank you, but a rude bump from the leader.
"It hurts!" Cheng Feng was almost knocked down. He covered his shoulder and rubbed it in pain. He finally stood still, but heard someone yelling at his mentor: "Why did you come now? Do you know that we were almost killed by a monster just now?"
Cheng Feng was shocked. How could someone be so confident in asking others to save him? They were not his servants. Teacher Cen could save whoever he wanted first.
Fortunately, his mentor was still that big boss mentor. When questioned like this, he showed no sign of remorse and even countered with PUA: "It was you who insisted on going alone. I also want to ask, why didn't you follow me closely?"
"Where are the others?" Cen Xun looked around and, as expected, saw scattered corpses. He sighed, as if feeling compassion, and said to the furious Shen Wenshao, "I remember that it was you who insisted on taking them away. They all died because of you. This matter is irreversible. Next time, Mr. Shen, don't be so reckless."
Shen Wenshao's eyes widened in disbelief. Seeing the disgusted looks from the other players, he collapsed. "No! That's not me!"
Cen Xun had already waved to the remaining players: "Come here, this forest is very dangerous, the teacher will take you out."
More than a dozen people, as if they saw a savior, left Shen Wenshao without hesitation and gathered around Cen Xun, leaving the originally aggressive Shen Wenshao alone to collapse.
Cheng Feng, who witnessed the whole process: ""
As expected of Teacher Cen, he changed public opinion with just a few words and shifted all the responsibility back. That's how cool it is.
With Cen Xun's protection, this group of players who were exhausted from escaping finally had a chance to catch their breath.
After witnessing Cen Xun's strength with their own eyes, the remaining players regretted even more that they had listened to Shen Wenshao's nonsense and did not follow Cen Xun's actions, which resulted in almost annihilation of the entire army.
There were more than a thousand players, and they were all dead in less than ten minutes. Just thinking about that hellish scene made them feel weak in the knees.
It was terrible, really terrible, they didn't want to play games anymore, they wanted to go home!
"Teacher Cen, how can I get out? I don't want to play anymore! Is it okay if I don't play anymore?"
"My hand was bitten off, it hurts so much, what is going on?"
"I want to go out, I want to go out! Teacher Cen, is there really no way you can take us out?"
Cen Xun slowly offered the only solution: "If you want to get out, the only way is to kill the principal."
"Then kill! Teacher Cen, tell us how to kill, and we will definitely help you!"
Cheng Feng, who was standing next to him, was full of doubts after listening to the crazy talk of his "classmates". Is this the first time for these "classmates" to come to the dream world? How could they be so scared?
Just as he was pondering this question, Cheng Feng suddenly heard his instructor shout, "Get down!"
Cheng Feng shuddered and immediately lay down on the spot as a conditioned reflex. The others did not have such a high level of tacit understanding with Cen Xun, and they were just a beat slower, and were pierced in the stomach by steel bars that came from nowhere.
"Ahhhh" the players' terrified screams resounded through the sky. Cheng Feng slowly loosened his arms that were tightly hugging his head, and looked around tremblingly. After seeing clearly who the figures were who were fighting with Cen Xun, he suddenly opened his eyes wide.
If he was not mistaken, those people seemed to be the deans of other colleges.
Wait! His tutor is only a professor, and his title is not as good as the dean. Maybe his ability is also
Before Cheng Feng had time to worry about his mentor, the five deans who were besieging Cen Xun were all blown away.
"You've all become weaker," Cen Xun said, walking slowly towards Dean Li, who was looking at him with resentment. He pointed the joystick at Dean Li's eyebrows and said, "It seems that you haven't been able to protect the students well."
Article 2 of the Supplementary Rules: Teachers have the responsibility to help students. If students are in danger, teachers should provide timely assistance to students. Teachers with outstanding performance should have more advantages in professional title evaluation, and teachers who fail to take action should be fired.
This rule was obviously deeply recognized by the majority of students, and the dean who did not help the students was affected and his power was weakened.
The deans became weaker, but Cen Xun became stronger. Even when facing many opponents, he did not feel any difficulty at all.
After sending Dean Li to the afterlife with a single curse, he quickly dispatched the other deans. Cen Xun retracted the bloodstained puppet string, calmly wiped the dirt off the joystick, and said to Cheng Feng and the other players, "No other monsters will come here for now. You stay here for now. I'll go meet the principal."
Hearing that Cen Xun was going to abandon them, the players suddenly became emotional. Cheng Feng also grabbed the corner of Cen Xun's clothes and asked worriedly: "Teacher, can you beat the principal?"
Cen Xun said calmly: "We have to try." There is a high probability that we cannot win.
The principal's level is at least Red Clothes level, while Cen Xun's current highest level is the Yellow Clothes level joystick, with two levels across the middle. Cen Xun is not a person without self-awareness. It is obvious that he cannot win by challenging the principal across two levels.
But why do we still have to fight?
Cen Xun doesn't do meaningless things. He challenges the principal mainly to confirm his conjecture:
First of all, it is known that killing nightmare monsters can earn points.
Secondly, the principal is also one of the monsters, but he is the highest level one.
In other words, principal = monster = points.
Cen Xun thought, if he could get some blood off the principal, could he also get points?
Although the idea is a bit dangerous, it is worth a try. As the saying goes, the higher the risk of the investment, the greater the return.
It doesn’t matter if you fail, you can still be resurrected in the next round. Just consider it as an opportunity to understand your opponent’s strength in advance.
Cen Xun pushed open the white arched door of the principal's office again. The blood-red figure was still standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window with his back to him, just like last time, quietly watching everything that happened on campus.
This time, Cen Xun didn't say a word and fired a fireball directly at the figure's back.
"Boom" the rolling flames engulfed the entire principal's office, followed by an explosion. The strong impact shattered the eight floor-to-ceiling windows of the principal's office. The scattered glass fragments fell from the top floor, making crackling sounds. The people below hurriedly dodged and ran a distance before looking up in shock.
The fight started already? So fast!
Under the tense gaze of everyone holding their breath, a figure jumped down from the blazing top floor. It was too dark and they could not see clearly. They only vaguely saw another huge black shadow "flowing" out from the burning principal's office, flying out closely after the first figure, turning into a pool of slime, wrapping the falling young man layer by layer in the air, and then plummeting to the ground with a "bang", stirring up countless dust.
The players were like a group of frightened birds, so scared that they wanted to run eight hundred meters away. Only Cheng Feng had the courage to approach the deep pit to see what was going on.
A blood-red ball was embedded in the deep pit. It was constantly moving up and down and wriggling like a living thing. Its surface was not smooth, but was composed of adhered tissues and flesh similar to muscle fibers. It was so strange that it seemed a bit uncanny.
What is this?
Cheng Feng called out in a trembling voice, "Teacher Cen, are you in there, Teacher Cen?"
The meatball suddenly squirmed violently, as if someone was rolling and stabbing inside, and the surface of the sphere became uneven. Cheng Feng cursed softly, took out his chopsticks with trembling hands, and slowly approached this strange meatball.
Cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead. Cheng Feng closed his eyes, pointed his chopsticks at the meatball, and cast a lightning spell in that direction.
The angry scream almost pierced Cheng Feng's eardrums. He covered his ears in pain. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the wriggling flesh ball had broken open a hole and finally spit out the trapped prey. The glaring blood color made Cheng Feng's pupils shrink suddenly.
"Teacher Cen!" Cheng Feng quickly walked over to help Cen Xun up. He didn't know where to start with his mentor, whose body was covered in blood holes. His voice was filled with tears: "Damn it, Teacher Cen, you've been stabbed like a sieve!"
Cen Xun coughed up a mouthful of blood and clearly felt that his life was slipping away. Cen Xun had already anticipated this result, so he was very calm.
There were drops of blood on his long, thick eyelashes. Cen Xun's face was pale, but he looked at the principal with an extremely calm expression: "Get out of the way."
The wriggling flesh and blood monster has climbed up the deep pit, and its shape changes with every step it moves forward.
Muddy flesh and blood piled up into a faceless human figure. Where the limbs should have grown had become a bunch of wildly waving blood-red tentacles. More than a hundred tentacles acting as legs squirmed, bringing him closer to Cen Xun and Cheng Feng. An extremely terrifying feeling of oppression immediately enveloped them.
Cheng Feng's teeth chattered. He didn't know where he got the courage from, but he suddenly stood up and blocked Cen Xun's way, shouting at the monster, "Principal, please stop!"
"Stop hurting people."
The wind and sand seemed too strong, and Cheng Feng was blinded. Suddenly, big tears rolled down from his dry eyes.
"I want to go home."
"Principal, can you please let us go home?"
The principal, who was squirming forward, froze.
Then, he seemed to suddenly fall into madness, and countless tentacles suddenly exploded like anemones, stabbing in all directions like sharp arrows.
"don't want"
Cheng Feng didn't have time to think about it. Seeing the sharp thorn coming at him, he subconsciously turned and pounced on Cen Xun. It wasn't until he felt a dull pain in his chest that he finally reacted and said with a wry smile, "Alas, I'm going to die again."
"For that question, I choose the C-type culture."
Cheng Feng's voice became weaker and weaker until it was finally silent.
Cen Xun raised his hand and closed his eyes.
“There is no answer to this question yet.”
The flesh and blood monster suddenly let out a wail of extreme pain. The sound echoed throughout the entire campus, and even the ground shook slightly.
Under the desperate gaze of the remaining players, the entire H University was once again destroyed by a meteor shower.
The familiar melody sounded again, still "Für Alice".
The burning pain brought by the raging fire dissipated in the melodious music, and consciousness gradually returned to this body. This time, before he opened his eyes, Cen Xun realized something was wrong.
When he opened his eyes, what he saw was no longer the ceiling of his home, but a huge classroom.
In the lecture hall, more than two thousand players were crowded together, each of them with fear and confusion in their eyes.
A chaotic stream of thoughts surged towards Cen Xun, and it was not until the last note of the school bell dissipated into the air that Cen Xun sorted out the current situation.
He raised his wrist to check the time on his watch.
8:00 am, first morning class.
Great, the cycle time has been delayed by one hour.
This means that his commute time is shortened to zero, and he no longer has to repeat the entire process from getting up to going to school. Cen Xun is very happy.
Looking at the quail-like players in the classroom, Cen Xun knocked on the podium and said, "Classmates, let's review our actions last night."
After experiencing death firsthand, the students no longer had the confidence they had yesterday, and their mental state became very bad. Not only did they refuse to cooperate in class, they also shouted and disrupted the class.
"I won't review the game! Can't I just stop playing? I can't stand it anymore, I'm dropping out! I want to drop out!"
"Yes! You can still drop out of school! I want to get out! I want to go home!"
“Drop out! Drop out!!”
The players were so excited that the situation was out of control in an instant. Cen Xun knew that some people would not give up until they hit the wall, so he did not bother to stop them and let the players go to the Academic Affairs Office to commit suicide without any burden.
It was not until they saw with their own eyes that the players who had just dropped out of school were swallowed up by the Dean of Academic Affairs that they felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over them, and they finally became completely obedient.
Cen Xun, who had witnessed a farce, curled the corners of his lips slightly, walked out of the shadow of the corner, and wanted to find a quiet place to sit down and take a closer look at last night's points settlement.
At this moment, the phone in his pocket suddenly rang. Cen Xun took out his phone and saw an additional message in the address book requesting to add a friend.
The avatar is a black and white bird, and the nickname is "AAA yarn ball wholesale supplier Xiao Zhang". The verification message reads: Teacher Cen, add me, I am Zhang San, let's share information.
Cen Xun: “”
He nodded "No" expressionlessly.
New verification messages were sent over relentlessly. Cen Xun stared at the black and white bird on his profile picture for a while, then clicked on the larger picture.
The black-and-white bird was a species Cen Xun had never seen before. Its chest and abdomen were snow-white, its feathers fluffy, and its cheeks and eye area were tinged with black. Its black crest extended backward, becoming lighter in color as it moved further back, turning snow-white in the rear. Its back was covered with thin, soft, and downy feathers. Its tail coverts were a regular pattern of black and white, cascading down like tassels, appearing exceptionally gorgeous and almost as long as the bird itself.
From Cen Xun's aesthetic point of view, this bird is undoubtedly extremely beautiful. All the black and white colors are matched just right, and it is as perfect as his favorite creature, the giant panda.
Cen Xun was silent for a moment, but finally accepted the friend request and immediately sent an inquiry message.
What kind of bird is in your profile picture?
Zhang San's message came back quickly.
AAA yarn ball wholesale supplier Xiao Zhang: [Super endangered species, on the verge of extinction, only one left in the world]
Cen Xun: [Sell it to me]
AAA yarn ball wholesale supplier Xiao Zhang: [Not for sale.]
AAA yarn ball wholesale supplier Xiao Zhang: [Unless you share information with me.]
Cen Xun sneered, too lazy to type, and sent a voice message directly: "What, didn't you get anything after escaping last night?"
Xiao Zhang, a wholesale supplier of AAA yarn balls, said: "I'd have to ask Teacher Cen. When the principal's office was searched yesterday, did Teacher Cen embezzle any key items?"
Since he was so straightforward, Cen Xun didn't hide it anymore and admitted frankly: "So what if there is, didn't you embezzle it?"
Xiao Zhang, wholesale supplier of AAA yarn balls: "Teacher Cen, you've noticed the game is accelerating. This means it's nearing its end. We're all smart people, so let's stop wasting time on suspicion, okay?"
Cen Xun didn't reply.
Thirty seconds later, Zhang San sent another message.
AAA yarn ball wholesale supplier Xiao Zhang: [Cooperation?]
After a moment, Cen Xun replied: [Come to my office]
Before pushing open the door, Zhang San was fully prepared for a sneak attack. Unexpectedly, when the door opened, Cen Xun was sitting upright in his seat drinking water. Seeing Zhang San's sneaky look, he smiled meaningfully: "Are you guilty as a thief?"
Zhang San, unwilling to be outdone, said to him: "Once bitten by a snake, one will be afraid of ropes for ten years."
Cen Xun was too lazy to argue with him: "What clues did you find yesterday?"
Zhang San stretched his legs and hooked a chair over, sitting down across from him without any hesitation. "A diary fragment and an elevator card. It says that the principal has sealed the honor in the basement of the school history museum. The elevator card can go to the basement of the school history museum, but a key is needed to open the safe."
Cen Xun took a sip of water and said slowly, "The key is hidden behind the banner."
"Zhang San: "I told you the clues I found, what about yours?"
"A calendar with dates circled."
Zhang San didn't understand: "Calendar? Is there anything special about it?"
Cen Xun recounted the contents of the schedule: "On August 13th at 6:00 PM, the principal will hold a school-wide meeting. Location: Wind and Rain Playground."
Zhang □□ responded: "So you think the principal will perform the final sacrificial ceremony on the playground?"
Cen Xun traced the panda's dark circles on his mug with his fingertips. "Time has cycled through August 13th sixteen times, but no matter which cycle, the 'Principal Convening a Schoolwide Meeting' incident ever occurred at six in the evening."
Zhang San's eyes fell on his slender fingers. "So, if students receive a message one day saying 'Convening a Schoolwide Meeting of Teachers and Students,' it means the game has reached its final round?"
Cen Xun nodded slightly. "Sacrifice requires special rituals. There must be something wrong with the playground. I was planning to go take a look today."
Zhang San glanced at the time on his phone and said, "Then let's go get the things from the safe first, and then go to the playground?"
Before Cen Xun could say anything, Zhang San suddenly interrupted him: "Teacher Cen, we may need to speed up."
Cen Xun raised his eyes and looked at Zhang San: "Why?"
Zhang San gestured for him to check the time and shook his head helplessly: "Time seems to be speeding up."
Cen Xun suddenly looked at his watch, and the hands on the dial pointed to ten o'clock!
He clearly remembered that from the time he started this cycle to the time the player failed to drop out, it would never take more than an hour!
At this rate, in less than five hours, they will enter the dream world again.
There wasn't much time left for them to explore. Cen Xun put down the cup somewhat unhappily and stood up: "Let's go."
The two walked out of the School of Humanities together and suddenly heard a burst of noise coming from not far away.
Cen Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, and turned around to go to the principal's office, and walked towards the direction of the noisy crowd. Zhang San was afraid that he would think of something bad again, so he followed him without hesitation.
Soon, they found out what had happened over there. It turned out that a large group of people suddenly appeared in the school and directly blocked the main road of the school, which caused the students to gather.
The 7,600 or so players who were surrounded by gossiping students were also confused.
No, why did they suddenly enter the game?
"Dude, how did you get in? I don't remember wearing a holographic helmet at all. Did I lose my memory?"
"Shit, I'm not wearing one either. I just sat down at my workstation, it's a wonder I bumped into a holographic helmet!"
"What's going on? Why can I enter the game without a helmet? Can anyone here explain this?"
"I can't post on the forum anymore! The exit button is gone, damn it!"
Cen Xun watched this scene, touched his chin and slowly laughed: "Isn't this, someone brought a pillow when you are sleepy?"
Just when he felt that there were too few players and his faith value was not enough to challenge the principal, "Nightmare World" forced so many players to come in.
What should he say?
"Thanks for the gift of nature." Cen Xun said sincerely.
Zhang San, who was standing by, had a terrible headache: "Teacher Cen, please stop laughing. I'm scared."
Cen Xun ignored him, took out his phone and opened the player group.
When new players appeared, the player group began to frantically flood the screen with messages. After learning that these new players were forced into the game, no matter how dumb the players were, they realized that something was wrong with "Nightmare World" and they all had mental breakdowns for a while.
Cen Xun showed up just in time to stabilize the troops' morale: "These people are too conspicuous and will easily attract the attention of the security guards. We must get them enrolled as soon as possible."
The players were all reluctant. What happened last night had greatly dampened their enthusiasm for the game, and most of them didn't want to take the risk of going to the administrative building again.
"There are over 7,000 new students. It's too much work to enroll them all at once. Besides, we have no relatives or friends with them. Why should we help them?"
"That's right! Just let them be thrown out by the security. Maybe they'll be happier dying outside."
Cen Xun typed calmly, and with one sentence he suppressed all the opposing voices.
"This university has more than 10,000 students, while we only have more than 2,000. If more people help, I believe our chances of winning will be greater."
When the players saw this message, they were stunned for a few seconds, and then suddenly realized!
Yes! Wouldn't it be nice to have more helpers to complete the dungeon together?
Ten thousand players versus ten thousand H University students, that's pretty reasonable! This is actually the number of people the game deliberately arranged!
Moreover, some people thought maliciously that they were all players, so why did they have to go through hell on earth while these players were lucky enough to escape?
Let's die together! Every player deserves to be tortured by Nightmare World!
Cen Xun put his phone in his pocket and said to Zhang San, who had a complicated expression, "Let's go."
Zhang San seemed to be hesitant to speak, and in the end said nothing.
The two men repeated their old tricks. They first went to the security office on the third floor of the administrative building to sound the alarm for the entire school. Then they waited for the principal to leave the principal's office angrily, climbed to the top floor, walked down the spiral staircase of the clock tower, and entered the principal's office.
This time they didn't delay at all. They took the key to the safe and ran away, so they didn't run into the principal who was returning.
At 11:26, Cen Xun and Zhang San walked into the elevator of the school history museum. Cen Xun swiped the elevator card, the elevator door closed, and the scarlet number on the electronic screen jumped from "1" to "1".
Zhang San skillfully walked to the last portrait, rolled up his sleeves and started to tear it apart frantically. Soon he had completely removed the portrait from the wall and put it aside.
Cen Xun dodged the nails that were hurtling towards him, disdaining his clumsy moves. He tutted softly and turned his head to look around. Besides the portraits of past principals, there were five or six abandoned statues on the underground floor. They were covered with white cloth, and under the dim spotlight, the folds were cast in a dark shadow.
On the underground floor, a gust of wind blew from somewhere, lifting the white cloth covering the sculpture. Cen Xun blinked and suddenly felt something was wrong.
These sculptures seem to be a little closer to him?
Cen Xun suddenly became interested and blinked deliberately. It turned out that it was not his illusion. The statues moved closer to them silently, showing a tendency to surround them, and the white cloth covering them also slipped down by a quarter.
Cen Xun: "That's quite interesting."
Zhang San was busy trying to lock the safe with a key. Without even turning his head, he asked, "What's interesting?"
Cen Xun: "It's none of your business."
Zhang San was helpless: "Are you doing something bad behind my back again?"
Cen Xun: "Anyway, don't look back yet."
Cen Xun hesitated for a while, and finally gave up the puppet thread and chose to take out the joystick.
This joystick was originally a prop used to control shadow puppets, but in the dream world, Cen Xun turned it into a magic wand. Cen Xun still knew very little about the capabilities of the joystick itself.
Since he had nothing to do anyway, Cen Xun decided to try out the joystick on the sculpture.
Logically speaking, the joystick is related to shadow puppetry and should also have the ability to "control", but this ability conflicts with the puppet strings, and the operation is not as concealed as the puppet strings, so it seems a bit useless.
Cen Xun believes that the joystick should be able to develop other more useful skills.
In shadow puppetry, besides the “skin”, the “shadow” is also controlled.
Cen Xun thought for only two seconds before he cast his gaze towards the shadow on the sculpture and lifted the joystick, moving it lightly like a conductor.
The dark shadow began to move like a living thing. It slid across the white cloth, deftly wrapped around the sculpture's neck, and suddenly tightened.
With a "click", the unlucky sculpture's head fell to the ground instantly.
Cen Xun squatted down to observe the cross-section of the skull and confirmed that the sculpture contained a human body.
It's an old routine, nothing new.
Zhang San finally opened the safe door and paused when he heard the sound: "What's that sound?"
Cen Xun said perfunctorily: "Nothing."
As soon as his gaze shifted away, the other sculptures immediately moved rapidly, and the hands under the white cloth formed eagle claws, grabbing straight towards Cen Xun's neck.
Without even raising his eyelids, Cen Xun tapped the ground with the joystick. Several shadows immediately swam towards the remaining statues, climbed onto their bodies, and crushed them to pieces.
The sound of shattering came from behind him one after another. It was impossible to ignore it. Zhang San finally couldn't help but turn his head, and the body parts wrapped in cement came into his sight.
Zhang San was silent for a second, then said quietly, "You've destroyed school property at will. I'm going to report you to the Finance Department, Teacher Cen."
Cen Xun showed no remorse: "My colleague suddenly attacked me, and I was just defending myself."
Zhang San pointed at the body parts on the ground and asked: "Did you defend yourself enough to cut your colleague into pieces?"
Cen Xun didn't say anything, but glared at him with his arms folded, his face clearly showing "Cut it off, what can you do to me?"
It was so bad that Zhang San felt a little itchy at the roots of his teeth and even at the tip of his heart. He stared at Cen Xun for a while, feeling so angry that his teeth were itching but he couldn't do anything about him, so he had to look away and shift his attention to the things taken out of the safe.
Cen Xun kicked the body parts aside and walked forward: "What are these things?"
Zhang San flipped through these things, his brows furrowed tighter as he looked at them. "These are some certificates and photos."
"Certificate?"
"Diploma, certificate of honor, trophy," Zhang San said. "The photo is a picture he took with past graduates."
What’s important is that the most crucial “Principal Appointment Letter” is not included.
Why? Isn't the Principal's Appointment Letter one of the principal's honors?
"Let me see." Cen Xun frowned and took the thing to look through it. Zhang San stood beside him and naturally moved closer to him to look at it together.
This distance has exceeded the normal social distance, but Zhang San is completely unaware of it and seems to think it is natural.
Cen Xun lowered his eyes, calmly looked through all the things, and then put them back in place: "Let's go to the playground."
After leaving the underground floor and returning to the surface, Zhang San finally remembered to ask a question: "Why is your colleague's body sealed in the sculpture?"
"I don't know, but I saw their photos on the HR department's computer." Cen Xun paused. "The approval process shows that they completed their resignation procedures on the 12th."
There is no need to say more about what happened next.
Students who drop out will be eaten by the Dean of the Academic Affairs Office, and teachers who resign will be sealed in cement and sleep forever in the ground filled with the past glory of H University.
The two of them walked in silence all the way to the wind and rain playground.
The playground was empty at this time, with no one in sight. The two stood on the red runway, looking at the grass in the center of the runway, seemingly nowhere to start.
Zhang San: "How do I find it?"
Cen Xun said simply: "Dig."
Since we are going to offer sacrifices, we must set up an altar and perform rituals.
The altar is on the playground, and there is nothing unusual on the ground, so the only abnormality is underground.
Zhang San found an unsharpened Tai Chi sword in the equipment room, picked a patch of grass closest to the podium, and used his strength to shovel it down.
At first, nothing was dug up. When the turf was lifted, revealing the dark red soil underneath, a strong stench wafted up.
Cen Xun stood by and urged him, "Keep digging."
Zhang San laughed angrily: "You're using me as free labor, aren't you?"
Despite what he said, Zhang San was reluctant to let Cen Xun do it, and finally dug out the things underneath by himself.
A corpse.
No, there was not just one corpse. Zhang San pulled apart the highly decomposed corpse and saw another corpse buried underneath it.
Cen Xun squatted beside the pit, deep in thought: "Two questions: one, where did the bodies come from? Two, are there bodies buried under the entire playground?"
Zhang San looked at the first corpse he had dug up and said in a deep voice, "Now I can answer your first question."
"The bodies are from H University students. I suspect that all the bodies that died in the past sixteen rounds are probably buried under the playground."
Zhang San raised his hand and pinched out a red and gold badge from the corpse. His eyes were gloomy. "This evil god is far more greedy than I imagined."
The badly worn Tai Chi sword was thrown aside. Zhang San asked Cen Xun: "What do you think?"
Cen Xun said rationally, "There are too many corpses. Trying to destroy the altar by hollowing out the corpses is simply a fantasy."
Zhang San wiped his hands and said, "Yeah, it's too late."
Cen Xun looked towards the podium and smiled slightly: "But my goal is to replace the principal, so there is no need to destroy the altar."
"Teacher Cen," Zhang San suddenly spoke up. He didn't look at Cen Xun, but lowered his eyes to look at the grass. His tone was filled with indistinguishable emotions: "Do you think becoming a domain master is a good thing?"
"The price of becoming stronger is losing your mind and emotions, becoming a monster that can't think and only knows how to eat."
Zhang San slowly asked him, "Are you really willing to abandon your husband?"
Cen Xun narrowed his eyes and looked at Zhang San for a moment, then suddenly smiled and walked closer to him until their toes were touching.
"What a coincidence, I'm curious too."
Cen Xun pinched Zhang San's chin, forcing him to look into his eyes. The smile on his lips seemed gentle, but in fact it revealed a cruel and cold taste: "If I turn into a monster, will my husband still love me?"
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