There are eight classes corresponding to eight buildings. These students with special personalities will become the food on the ghost's plate and the sacrifices placed in front of the shrine.
Their death can buy the stronghold peace for half a year. This is something that many adults know.
On the streets shrouded in darkness, the doors and windows of every house were closed, children were walking along the long street, and adults hid behind the cracks in the doors to peek.
No one stepped forward to stop them, and no one said a word for those children.
The team exuding resentment slowly walked out of the safe area of the stronghold, and teachers from each class began to lead the team. They wanted to safely send their classes to different buildings.
It was the first time for many children to leave the stronghold and set foot in an area occupied by ghosts. They did not dare to speak, looked at everything nervously, and secretly made up their minds to use what they learned in school to kill the ghosts!
The innocence of children and the indifference of adults are intertwined, cruel and realistic.
"Teacher, let's follow Class 3." Squad Leader No. 5 stood behind Han Fei and whispered, "It seems we are not the only ones who are going to have a showdown with the principal tonight."
Class 1 led by Yan Lan was the first to leave, followed by Class 2 led by Zhang Menglan. The city in front of them was like the mouth of a giant beast, and the classes that entered quickly disappeared.
After all the classes left, Class 7 led by Han Fei did not follow the original route to the Black Building, but followed Class 3 led by the principal.
"There are people in the stronghold who support the principal, and there are friends of the principal in the black building. Our best opportunity to take action is between the assessment location and the stronghold."
The night swept away all traces, and the group of missing children seemed like a group of ill-trained ghosts, and like a tide emerging from the abyss, silently flowing through the streets.
In the white darkness, those eighty children completely changed their appearance. Hidden on these childish faces were tortured horrific monsters. During the day, we carefully put away our fangs and claws,
It's not for wanton killings in the middle of the night.
Half an hour passed, singing rang out outside the city's commercial street, the traffic light at the Ten Thieves intersection turned on, and Class 8 led by the principal stopped outside the commercial street exit.
What was once the coolest commercial district in the old city of Xinhu has now become more eerie. It looks like a living person from the outside, and even the mannequins are covered with tooth marks and scratches.
"Come out, what does he want to do after following me for so long?" The principal, shrouded in white robes, looked at the place where the song sounded. In the shadow stood a bride wearing a red wedding dress. You held your lover in your arms.
The head has a morbid and crazy expression.
"Zhang Menglan, he is stupider than you think." The principal shook his head: "You gave him a chance."
The principal's response was that there was no singing. Zhang Menglan's song was a melancholic blue. These notes seemed unable to directly invade the mind and affect people's minds.
"Love makes people blind. If he does this, he will kill all the students in the class and implicate all the survivors in the stronghold."
The principal asked all the students to retreat into the nearby store. I did it to protect those children. I just wanted to protect the sacrifices and complete the deal with Guan Ya.
"Hypocritical, disgusting, he always says he is doing it for the survivors, but he allows anyone to contact other people's strongholds. He is basically thinking about us, he just treats us as his private livestock!"
Zhang Menglan holds your head in his arms, veins appear under your neck, and your singing attracts the ghosts hidden outside the commercial street.
Driven by this melancholy song, the ghost in the white darkness rushes towards the principal, and you yourself are like the ghost's bride, sad and ugly, wearing a wedding dress, dancing and singing under death.
"He is the strongest teacher among all the teachers. The reason why you left him outside the school is entirely because of the hatred you feel for him." The principal's voice changed rapidly, and the scars on my face looked like bugs.
You feel squirming, and the resentment belonging to the ghosts surges out of my body. The ghosts who are close to the principal are pressed to the ground, and they can only kneel down and worship.
After taking off my hat, the principal completely ignored these ghosts and didn't even look at Zhang Menglan. I looked at the intersection.
The red light flashed, a small amount of dirty blood dripped, and the body of a school security guard was pierced by chains and found on the road behind the principal.
"Hate, he is your most beautiful teacher, why did he stop you?" The principal's body hidden in the white robe swelled little by little, and I rarely showed a serious expression: "To assess you, the base is here
No one will be buried with you, so how many times do you need to be ugly for such a complicated truth?"
The metal collided with the ground and made a harsh sound. Hatred jumped up from the seventh floor of the commercial street. You stood between the principal and Zhang Menglan.
The small figure looks abrupt in the white night. No one can ignore the hatred. Where you stand, ghosts and monsters are scattered, and the yin energy disperses.
"Let Zhang Menglan leave, you will help you send the students in the class to the Red Mansion." Dressed in white clothes, the metal spikes under the ridge of Hatred's back extended to both sides, piercing the flesh and blood, and you seemed to feel that it was you.
feel.
"Leave? Hatred, he seems to have forgotten one thing. You are the principal of the school. You have the final say about that school. All of them can only obey!" Half of the principal's body covered with scars has ended its deformation, and the flesh and blood is transmitted
With the roar of resentment, my left arm proliferated, and the scars turned into a split mouth. The breath of resentment overlapped and intertwined, gradually forming a hatred and Han Fei for everything in the world!
With the help of the White House Guanya, the principal fused the ghosts into his body. Although I haven't ignited Han Fei's white fire, your feelings have not surpassed the power of your small resentment. That's one thing.
A monster of discount!
"It's been too long since you've shown your other side. Do they really think that your personality can resist you?" The resentment hidden in his left arm screamed and hit the hatred, and the principal crushed you.
Broken, there is nothing left to hand.
Looking at the small resentment in the opponent's arm, the hatred is that he did not move forward, but took a step back.
There are streaks of blood in your eyes, and the metal under your back ridge pierces every layer of flesh and blood. The muscles in your body are compressed to the extreme, and you are accumulating power like crazy!
Resentment, hatred, hatred, and all other negative emotions will not cause any interference to you. Even this giant ghost that is far larger than you can still make you move half a step forward.
Be afraid and always look back!
The power in his mind surged throughout his body, and his hatred suddenly accelerated, and he punched the small resentment thrown down by the principal!
"Peng!"
All the glass on both sides of the commercial street was shattered, and there were numerous cracks under the ground. Bai Ye seemed to have been torn open.
The principal's deformed giant left arm dropped sharply, and the small, resentful face was pierced!
The smoke and dust dissipated, and Hatred stood among the glass fragments on the ground. The ferocious blood streaks under your body were mixed with the metal totems. The phalanges of your left fist were deformed and pierced the skin. A small amount of curses retreated from your body along the wounds.
For ordinary people, you can't bear the joy, but you don't even have the qualifications to frown with hatred. The metal threads and flesh are sticky, and you raise your fists again.
"The fearful personality is indeed very weak, but can he be truly fearful? Does he have any attachment and nostalgia? Is he willing to fully unleash the potential of the fearful personality with the belief that he will die?" the principal's question
The left arm gradually became ugly. Before this small resentment was penetrated by hatred, an even more terrifying aura of Guan Ya emerged.
The principal's body became more deeply deformed, his white robe was torn, and the dense scars under my body were all traces left by the melting ghosts.
I seem to have been trying my own best, and finally with the help of Bailou Han Fei, Han Fei's aura appeared in my body.
"The principal has a very useful personality. At the end of the game, I was elected as the principal due to my low moral character and low prestige. However, in the process of digging up ghosts, I was bitten by the ghosts. Now I am half human and half ghost in my body.
I should be completely on the side of the ghost." No. 7 pushed Gao Cheng hard and said, "Teacher, let him go and bring the principal over. Hatred of the teacher has not been used yet, it will make you suffer too serious injuries."
"Bring it here." Gao Cheng walked out from the other side of the commercial street and tossed the coin: "It seems that you have to take action."
The greedy white mist surrounds the whole body, and the devil wakes up in the abyss.
Disease, jealousy, and constant resentment quietly emerged, and various negative states were imprinted on the principal.
"Executioner?"
The principal, who was preparing to kill all his hatred with all his strength, had his eyelids twitching. My small, deformed body turned sharply and looked to the other side of the street. "You just said that things outside the school have been too weird lately. It doesn't seem to make you very comfortable."
His strength continues to grow, and it turns out that this person is him! He retreated into the mysterious building and pretended to be a low-level pollution. Is his real target you?"
"You are just doing it for the children in the class." After Gao Cheng said that, the principal suddenly lit up.
"He is so despicable and shameless that he will resist you for the sake of the students? Xingfu, his power comes from greed and ambition, but greedy women who exceed their abilities will burn him to ashes." The principal still did not show any composure.
, it seems that even if I deal with Guan Ya and Hatred at the same time, I don’t have the confidence to win.
"Let him say whatever he wants. You are too lazy to explain to a dead man." Gao Cheng raised his left hand and pointed at the principal. The abyss in his mind boiled instantly. A white mist dispersed in front of me, and a giant ax struck the ground.
Next: "Kill me for you!"
The little resentful Guanya crawled out of the abyss of greedy beans and ran towards the principal.
"It seems like he found a lot of good things outside the charnel house. He can even fool the school's machine that detects contamination from the God of Heroes. When you kill all his ghosts and make him into a human being, you will let him put all the things in front of you.
I will spit out all the secrets." The principal gave up his hatred and stared at Gao Cheng with a ferocious face: "You should delay thanking him for his gift."
The flesh and blood of the ghost and the principal were fused together. Fu Zhizhi's giant hand passed through the small building in the commercial street and grabbed Guan Ya's giant axe.
The ax blade condensed with murderous intent cut directly into the principal's palm, but something strange happened at that time. Countless Han Fei threads appeared from the principal's arms. They seemed to be special tentacles that engulfed your consciousness, entangled around the giant axe.
Next, he climbed wildly along Yan Lan's body with the axe.
The principal's personality is rarely used. It was originally a positive and well-intentioned character, but it was not completely distorted into something else before it broke through the limits of human nature again and again.
The small resentment that merged with the principal's body and other ghosts and monsters are their true bodies. Destroying them will be useful no matter how many times. If you want to kill the principal, you must break my personality.
The tentacles of Han Fei from the White Building are attached to my personality. These tentacles of Han Fei are the key to preventing the principal from breaking up and digging up other ghosts.
"It's strange that the principal doesn't have the confidence to deal with eight teachers. Half of my body has not yet deformed into Han Fei."
Yan Lan is made up of a small amount of the murderous intention of death row prisoners. The principal wants to find it with very little difficulty. It can be done in a short time. But now I only need to control Yan Lan, and the divine pollution will be enough to destroy Gao Cheng.
Drag down.
All kinds of negative emotions surged down, and even Xingguang couldn't suppress it. Gao Cheng made a move that no one expected. I turned around and ran away without any resoluteness.
The small amount of resentment obtained by sacrificing a prisoner on death row was enough to give up. Not only the principal, but even Guan Ya himself was at a loss.
"What did he get outside the mysterious building? He will not be so precious about his life in the future. Could it be that this thing is more serious than that small resentment?" In order to prevent the eight teachers from joining forces, the principal planned to kill one of them first.
Zhang Menglan is the strongest, has no threat, and has the weakest hatred. He will be solved or eliminated in a short time. Comparatively speaking, the best choice is to kill Guan Ya first.
In the headmaster's mind, Guan Ya is scheming, ruthless, and has very strange abilities, so he should definitely be spared.
While the principal weakly fused with Yan Lan, he dragged his lowly deformed body towards Guan Ya.
The floors collapsed, and the ghosts in the commercial street fled in scattered directions. Those who were fast would be crushed directly by the principal.
Seeing that he was about to be chased down, Gao Cheng actually rushed towards the place where the students in his class were hiding. Seeing that scene, he frowned with hatred and could not hide the love in his eyes.
You wanted to take Zhang Menglan away forcefully, but you clenched your fists and chased after him.
You care about the prisoner's life, but you are willing to see a group of students killed.
The principal also thought that Gao Cheng would be so frantic and take tonight's sacrifice as a hostage. My expression instantly changed to disgusting. The blood sacrifice continued, and the transaction could be interrupted, especially before Han Fei's power was used.
Han Fei's tentacles flying in all directions weakly avoided the room where the students were hiding, and the principal's small body was buried under the building next to him.
Debris was flying, and I saw Gao Cheng standing shamelessly in front of the students in his class, with an intriguing smile even on his face.
"That's what he wants to be. Let you help him find himself."
A child's voice suddenly sounded in my ears, and the principal didn't notice it at all. When I reacted, the little child hadn't raised his arm yet.
"Is he afraid of danger? He also has a fearful personality?"
"What's wrong is that your fearful personality is too similar to that of others." The personality power of the same child escaped from No. 1's mind. I had no negative emotions in Guan Yahe, and the two children penetrated the memory.
Through the barrier, I saw the principal's lowly distorted personality.
The size difference between the principal and No. 1 was so huge that Gao Cheng held the butcher knife of death without any worry, but No. 7 next to him signaled for me to intervene.
"What he needs to do now is not love me."
"You feel it?"
"After being imprisoned in the orphanage above ground, the experimenter said that if he could survive the forty-four experiments, he would let all the children go. But at that time, there was no one who could survive the forty-four experiments. We simulated
The results show that the probability of surviving forty-four tests is one in ten thousand."
"Coming?"
"In eight years, No. 1 replaced other sick children and survived 444 tests. I created a miracle." No. 7 looked at the figure of this humble child: "Always pursue freedom, always pursue freedom.
I know how to give up and always stand at the back of the basket of all the children. I am the youngest among you at 8 years old, and I also deserve to be the number one."
This chapter has been completed!