After today, it has been a week since our mission first started, and there are only twenty-nine people left in our class. Originally, there were forty-eight people in my class. In seven days, nineteen people died.
It is equivalent to more than two classmates dying every day. How cruel this is.
Moreover, as the number of classes with ghost masters gradually increases, the number of deaths will increase exponentially.
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Shi Song was a member of Leng Wenjun's group. After Shi Song's death, there were only twelve people left in their group, which made them even weaker. However, our group has ten people, which is not much worse than Leng Wenjun's group.
In the afternoon, we didn't use the remaining time to eat, drink and have fun like most other students did. We went to the playground to exercise. Because I can't use ghost energy now, my physical fitness is very important. Exercise more and you can strengthen yourself.
Just strengthen it.
In addition to running, the three of us also conducted sparring training. During the sparring process, there was basically no mercy. Anyway, if we were injured, Sun Yu would help us treat it, as long as we paid attention to propriety.
We have never fought before, but after we fought this time, we realized that Anyang’s strength is no worse than that of Zhang Xinyu and I. Zhang Xinyu can fight because his physique has been nourished by ghost energy. What about Anyang? He is too powerful.
Hit it.
After it was over, I wiped the sweat from my head and asked, "Anyang, have you practiced anything?"
"Ah?" Anyang took a sip of water and said calmly: "I have practiced Sanda and Taekwondo..."
"Awesome." Zhang Xinyu praised.
"Hehe." Anyang smiled and said, "You guys too, have you practiced something?"
"Well, yes, I have practiced a little bit." Zhang Xinyu and I said vaguely. In front of people in Anyang's profession, if I said that I had practiced Sanda, Taekwondo or something, I'm afraid they would be criticized for their movements, postures, habits, etc.
You can see I'm fake.
Fortunately, Anyang didn't ask in detail, but said: "Let's practice every day from now on. It's always good to get stronger."
"Yeah." Zhang Xinyu and I nodded at the same time.
We returned to the dormitory early in the evening to rest, because although Sun Yu could treat our injuries, he could not restore our physical strength. We had to ensure that we had sufficient physical strength the next day in case the mission selected us.
However, when we returned to the dormitory, we found that the dormitory was in a mess. The pillows and quilts had fallen to the floor, the table was in a mess, and even the clothes in the closet were everywhere. It was obvious that our dormitory had been rummaged through again.
Seeing this, my face showed anger: "Xu Zhiqiang, this bastard, you have searched once and still don't give up! He actually came here a second time!"
"Fuck, you didn't take it back after you rummaged through it, do you really think this is his home?" Zhang Xinyu said angrily.
Although there was originally a place for Xu Zhiqiang in this dormitory, since Xu Zhiqiang later moved out all his belongings, this dormitory no longer belongs to him. To say the least, even if he is our roommate, there is no reason for him to put others in the dormitory.
Is that the reason for messing around with our things? Besides, he is no longer our roommate, but an sworn enemy.
In Peng Yu's dormitory, Xu Zhiqiang was talking on the phone with someone. Since Sun Kai's death, Xu Zhiqiang was afraid that the dormitory was haunted, so he had been living in Peng Yu's dormitory since then.
"Young Master Leng, I searched Ye Yan's dormitory and found no trace of silver weapons."
Hearing this, Leng Wenjun on the other end of the phone said with a somewhat unhappy expression: "You didn't find it again?"
"I really didn't find it." Xu Zhiqiang shrugged, then took out his mobile phone from his pocket, turned out the photo album, and said: "I just took a few photos, I will send them to you, do you think they are right?"
Didn’t you even see the hair on the silver weapon?”
After saying that, Leng Wenjun received several photos on his QQ mobile phone. Leng Wenjun frowned after reading these photos, nodded, and said: "Indeed, there is none. It seems that the silver weapon is not in Ye Yan's dormitory."
"Where is that?" Xu Zhiqiang said without giving up: "Are you sure Ye Yan and the others really have silver weapons?"
"I'm sure that the silver weapons should be placed in other dormitories. You can go to Xiao Mingyan and Zhao Yongqiang's dormitories tomorrow..." Leng Wenjun said slowly.
"Ok, I..."
At this moment, Leng Wenjun heard a loud bang from the display on the opposite side, followed by a roar, and then the sound of Xu Zhiqiang's ghost crying and wolf howling came over.
"What's wrong, Xu Zhiqiang?" Leng Wenjun asked repeatedly, but except for Xu Zhiqiang's screams and begging for mercy, there was no other sound.
After a while, Zhang Xinyu's voice came from over there. Zhang Xinyu said coldly: "If you dare to look into my dormitory in the future, I will beat everyone you see!"
After saying that, Zhang Xinyu hung up the phone directly, leaving Leng Wenjun with a livid face.
"Fuck you, do you still dare to rummage through things?" After Zhang Xinyu hung up the phone, he kicked Xu Zhiqiang hard.
"I don't dare anymore." Xu Zhiqiang was beaten until his skin was bruised and swollen, and he said with tears and snot in his nose: "Please spare me, I don't dare anymore."
"If I see you searching our dormitory again, I will break your legs!" After saying that, Zhang Xinyu kicked Xu Zhiqiang again, and then followed me back.
We spent twenty minutes tidying up the dormitory, then we turned off the lights and went to bed early, falling asleep early to accumulate energy and stamina for tomorrow's tasks.
On the second day, we arrived at class on time.
After a while, there was a mobile phone notification sound. We looked puzzled because it was not yet one o'clock, so we all looked at the mobile phone screen.
"Due to the needs of this task, the tables and chairs in the class need to be moved. Please be careful not to fall."
Before we could recover, I found that the chair under me began to shake slightly. Seeing this, I instinctively jumped down. Then I saw that the tables and chairs in the class were moving rapidly as if they were alive.
stood up, and then began to arrange them in an orderly manner.
After a while, the desks and chairs in the classroom were neatly arranged in a 5×6 formation, and all the extra desks and chairs were moved to the back.
There are twenty-nine people left in our class, and there are thirty people in five by six, which is enough to sit down. I am very curious, what is this mission?
----Death Drumming to Pass Flowers: This task is participated by the whole class. After the task starts, there will be a sound of drumming to prompt you to start. When the drumming stops, it ends. Your task is to pass the flowers within this time period.
The 'flowers' are passed one by one, and when the drumming stops, whoever has the 'flower' in his hand is the loser, and the loser will be punished.
This time period is set to five minutes. During the execution of this task, all timing instruments in the classroom will stop moving.
Note: 1. It is forbidden to hold the ‘flower’ in your hand for more than ten seconds, otherwise you will be punished.
2. As long as the 'flower' is placed on the table, it is considered to be placed in someone's hand, to prevent someone from deliberately not taking it.
3. Once the task starts, you are not allowed to leave your seat before it ends, otherwise you will be punished.
"Now give everyone three minutes to find a seat and sit down. After three minutes, those who have not sat down will be punished."
After seeing this news, we felt a little enlightened. We finally understood why the seats were arranged in a five-by-six arrangement. We immediately found a seat and sat down. People who were close to me were all sitting next to me.
Circled.
Within three minutes, all of us found our positions, and no one dared to disobey the requirements of the task.
At this time, the phone buzzed again, and the screen said: "I will send the flowers for delivery to you right away. I will start delivering them from Sun Jiaxin in a moment."
Sun Jiaxin was sitting at the front of the row by the window. It seemed like she was going to start.
After saying that, the originally calm blackboard began to ripple, and black mist continued to surge inside it. Finally, a round object covered in black mist flew out and landed steadily on Sun Jiaxin's desk.
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The black mist dissipated quickly, and then the object wrapped in it, the so-called "flower", revealed its true appearance. When we saw the true appearance of the flower clearly, our faces changed slightly.
It was a human head, not a skull, but a human head made of flesh and blood. The face on this head was still very familiar to us. It was Sun Kai's head.
I remember that Sun Kai's throat was cut and he died. He was one of the more miserable types. The separation of his body and head was not a tragedy. Unexpectedly, Sun Kai's head was the "flower" we wanted to pass on!
This can no longer be called drumming to pass flowers, it should be called drumming to pass heads!
Sun Kai's head still maintains the same expression as when he died. His eyes are wide open, there is blood at the corners of his mouth, and blood at the broken neck. The other parts are relatively clean, but it is still weird to play drumming and passing flowers with a dead man's head.
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The faces of the classmates were all a little ugly. After all, no one wanted to hold a dead person's head. However, Sun Jiaxin looked calm, as if what she saw in front of her was not a human head, but a ball.
I glanced at her twice more. Although everyone has been used to seeing corpses for a week, it is still rare for someone to have such an unchanging expression. Sun Jiaxin's psychological quality is quite strong.
"The mission begins!" The mobile phone announced the message again, and we didn't need to read the message specifically to know that the mission had begun, because the moment the mobile phone notification tone fell, a series of dull and low drum sounds resounded.