After the second class finished speaking, the area was silent for a moment, and then the cold voice of Ghost Master No. 1 resounded.
"From 140 to 860, next student No. 1 in class 217503 will draw the number and time it for ten seconds."
Hearing this, the students in the second class cheered, and the girl No. 1 exhaled and lightly covered her rising and falling chest. She was so scared just now.
Upon seeing this, many people in the first class curled their lips in disdain and said, "What's there to be happy about? I'm sure it'll be you in the next round." "That's right, be careful when extreme joy leads to sorrow." "Hmph, I'll wait.
When you die."
These sarcastic words did not extinguish the excitement of the students in the second class. They also kept saying sarcastically: "It's not necessarily who will die, just wait and see."
"Stop arguing!" The number one student in Class 3 is a slightly fat student. Of course, his strength is also quite impressive.
Hearing this, the faces of the students in Class 1 and Class 2 showed dissatisfaction. Just as they were about to say something, they were interrupted by a scream in the distance that could penetrate deep into the soul.
I looked towards the direction where the screams came from, which was where Ghost Master No. 7 was. At this time, in their red circle area, there were a dozen people covering their necks and roaring in pain. Soon, they
In front of my horrified eyes, I broke my own neck.
"Ah!" The students in District 7 exclaimed. A large open space suddenly opened up where the class where all the members died was located. In that open space, more than a dozen corpses were lying in random directions. The expressions on their faces were
, are all a touch of fear and despair, as well as a touch of desire for life.
Obviously, the students in this class were unlucky enough to draw the death number, so all of them died.
The miserable scene in District 7 shocked us greatly. Among us, the one who was most shocked was naturally Fatty, the No. 1 student in Class 3. He was trembling and looking at District 7 with his mouth trembling.
A few times, but nothing was said.
The deaths of those people just now deeply planted the seeds of fear in Fatty's heart. He was afraid that he would also be unlucky enough to draw that death number, and the more he thought about it, the greater the possibility became.
"Time's up." At this time, our number one ghost master said coldly.
"Wait a minute, I choose two hundred and one, I choose two hundred and ten!" Hearing this, the fat man was immediately shocked. He opened his eyes wide and kept waving his hands and said.
"Well, 210 to 860." Ghost Master said.
"Huh." The fat man breathed a deep sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his slightly chubby face. However, he soon found that there was a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked at his abdomen in shock.
On his abdomen, only a black tentacle was seen, penetrating through his abdomen. On top of this black tentacle, there were countless small tentacles squirming in his body. At the same time, more than a dozen students in their class were all suffering from the disease.
Same thing.
"Because class No. 217503 failed to draw numbers on time, all members will be punished by erasing them." This was the last word the fat man heard before he died.
Blood, like a stream, spread on the ground, and soon it covered most of the red area. On the edge of the red area, there were more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. Just a few seconds ago, they were still alive.
But now, it has become a cold corpse.
"From 210 to 860, the next number will be drawn by student No. 1 in class 217504, and the number will be timed for ten seconds."
Finally it was my turn, I took a deep breath.
In fact, when I was drawing numbers in the first three classes, I had been thinking about what exactly this number of deaths was, and would it be set to a special number?
For example, many password locks on mobile phones or diaries are set to their own birthdays, or the birthdays of their favorite people or idols. This is a breakthrough point and there are rules to follow.
Therefore, I am wondering whether this number of deaths is very special.
Generally speaking, we don't choose numbers in the hundreds, such as one hundred, two hundred or one thousand. There is no logic in this. We just think that the numbers in the hundred are special compared to other numbers.
In addition to this, I also wonder whether this number may be related to the number of our class.
Starting from the previous class 217501, which is the first class, to my fourth class 217504, it can be seen that our ten classes should be arranged in descending order, so the tenth class should be 217510.
Therefore, I think 217, and numbers between 500 and 510, are very dangerous!
Of course, it is very possible that this number of deaths is purely randomly selected and has nothing to do with what I think. However, I have to guess a number anyway, so I will guess one that is less dangerous."
Sweat began to break out on my forehead, and my breathing became slightly faster. It would be impossible to say that the deaths of the two previous classes had no impact on me at all. I am also scared now, and I am also nervous now.
!
"Ye Yan, you hurry up and choose, there are only four seconds left!" Wang Yifan danced anxiously at the side.
I didn't pay attention to him, but I listened to what he said. There are still four seconds left. If the deadline is exceeded, then the same fate as the fat man from before will happen.
So I took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and said: "Seven hundred and three!"
When I said this number, I felt my heart stopped beating. Like the other students in the class, I held my breath nervously and waited for the results.
The ghost teacher first looked at me coldly, was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "210 to 730! Continue to the next class."
"Yeah!" The classmates burst into cheers, and I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from my head.
"Great, we survived!" Jia Jing jumped up and cheered, then smiled.
"Ye Yan, you're awesome!" Wang Qiang gave me a thumbs up and praised me without hesitation. Although I don't know how awesome I am, it's just good luck, but I am accompanying them at this time.
Silly smile.
"Great, it won't be our turn in the next round." Zhang Hao also smiled.
Indeed, if we want to take our turn again, we have to go through another round of ten classes, and now we have already screened half of them.
The further back you go, the more dangerous it becomes. Fortunately, we are in the fourth class, which is just the right position, because the first three classes are guaranteed to take two rounds, and we are likely to end in one.
The classes behind were naturally very nervous, and they seemed to think that the numbers between 500 and 510 were very dangerous, and 217 had been eliminated after several classes. At this time, we were all safe in the first round.
passed, and at this time, the range of numbers has been compressed to 420 to 610.
"Okay, the first round is over. Let's take a three-minute break." The ghost master said coldly: "Since the results of the first round have not yet been determined, next, the second round of drawings will be conducted by the second student of class 217501."
At this time, Class 1, who originally thought they had escaped, could no longer laugh, and Class 2, which had ridiculed them before, no longer had the interest to ridicule them, because after Class 1 ended, it was their turn.
, they are also very dangerous.
Of course, we are also feeling very heavy at this time, because class No. 3 has been wiped out, so we are the third to draw points in this round.
The three minutes ended quickly. The ghost master said calmly: "It's break time. The second round of drawing will be conducted by the second student of class 217501. The range is 420 to 610, and the timer is ten seconds!"
Hearing this, a boy with student ID number 2 in Class 1 looked around at his classmates tremblingly, seemingly hesitant. However, due to time constraints, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say four hundred and five.
"The range is 450 to 610." The ghost master said coldly.
"Long live!" Class No. 1 once again burst into cheers. This time, the range has been reduced to a minimum, with only one hundred and sixty numbers left. I'm afraid it won't be Class No. 1's turn again.
After cheering, many students in Class 1 began to ridicule Class 2. The students in Class 2 were so angry that their faces turned blue and white.
"Five hundred and ninety-eight!" Student No. 2 in Class 2 reported a number.
"The range is 450 to 598. Next, the number two student in class 217504 will draw, and the timer will be ten seconds." Ghost Master said.