"When I get out, I will definitely find a way to ask for help. I believe that the people from the Ghost Suppression Bureau will step on the colorful auspicious clouds to marry me, bah, to save me!"
"..."
Words of longing like this kept filling Lin Jian's ears. His idea was that the outside world was certainly much better than Yiyang University, but at least he wouldn't experience these death games every day.
But during the years when hundreds of ghosts walk at night and the zombies revive, it is only a matter of time before this world is occupied by them. At that time, only your own strength is the best safe haven.
Furthermore, the Ghost Suppression Bureau knew about the existence of these colleges of death, and the ghost masters were recognized by them, and they even reached an agreement.
You can know it from the information Xiao Ke brought, and you can figure it out with just a little thought.
The Ghost Slayer Bureau only recruits talents and is not a charity. This is a fact that Lin Jian is familiar with even if he has not entered society.
Of course, Lin Jian didn't reveal a word of these words. He kept quiet throughout the whole process and had beautiful visions, which seemed good.
After all...the ignorant are fearless.
night.
Dormitory No. 2607.
Xiao Ke, a boy with a fluffy head, sleeps on the bed closest to the door of the dormitory. It should be his bedtime now, as he usually falls asleep at this time.
However, because he was going on a seven-day trip tomorrow, the group also said that he would bring some dry food. At this time, he was preparing the supplies he would need today.
Long Xiaohu stood aside and said with some complaint: "Why do you think we cultivators still need to eat? Such vulgar things are not in line with the temperament of us awakened ones."
Lin Jianwen heard the sound and looked at him in disbelief: "I saw you chewing on the chicken drumsticks and how delicious each one was, and you didn't say they were vulgar."
Long Xiaohu scratched his head and smiled awkwardly: "We are just complaining, you still have to eat what you deserve."
Lin Jian's black jade bone yang chain has a certain storage function. It contains some elixirs made from Baili and some charms. Of course, the most important thing is food rations.
A small bracelet with a large capacity is equivalent to a small warehouse.
Liang Zishu wrote a diary by the dim desk lamp, while Lin Jian leaned on the bedside and browsed the forum, while also looking for some unseen varieties of corpses.
Time gradually passed, and later, Xiao Ke fell asleep before he finished cleaning up.
Xiaohu, who started the job, took over the last unfinished work and went to sleep after finishing it.
After Liang Zishu finished writing his diary, he started browsing the forum like Lin Jian, and their indifferent expressions were exactly the same.
Bailishi was a bit different. After practicing the elixir, he went to play games, which he called: relaxing and relaxing.
…………
Monday, early morning.
The first day of the seven-day tour.
Early in the morning, Han Lu informed the group of the meeting time and location.
Because the first class of the second grade of high school has been disbanded, the bye quota is considered a waste. Of course, why draw the class that has been disbanded? It can only be said that there is an extra dead quota for the class.
In the first year of high school, classes 1 and 4 will also have byes, and the remaining classes 2, 3, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 6 will continue.
The first and second years of high school are also conducted separately. It is said that the sites are different and the difficulty is estimated to be different.
Han Lu: "@All members, gather at the main playground at nine o'clock sharp!"
The main playground is not far from the dormitory building. Everyone gathered on time, but there was no queue, and a few small groups lazily formed.
None of the ghost masters from each class showed up, and the person in charge was just a tall woman wearing a white leather mask.
"Wow, Yujie Hot Girl! I love this!"
"If all ghost masters were like this, they would have no regrets in this life!"
"Is there any game where you fall in love with a ghost master? I'm really looking forward to it!"
"A thrilling feeling!"
Lin Jian glanced at it lightly, and it was indeed... hot enough, but falling in love with a ghost master? Forget it, humans and ghosts have different paths.
There are two buses parked in the area of each class. One is black and the other is white. There are no special patterns, but there is a red letter on the front of the bus with the license plate number: 206!
The black bus carries male students, and the white bus carries female students.
If you sit together, you may be afraid of "bus plot"...
The squad leader took the lead, and Lin Jian, the ghost-killing squad leader, followed closely behind. The boys were quite well-behaved, while the girls, led by Ye Yan, also seemed extremely quiet.
This is much better than other classes where there were quarrels over the order of getting on the bus.
Black bus.
There are not many people left, and one seat per person is more than enough.
Seeing that Lin was feeling motion sick, he sat closer to the front. Of course, he also had another purpose, which was to establish a good relationship with the driver.
Usually in this case, the identity of the driver will definitely not be simple.
Lin Jian first glanced at the next stop displayed on the front of the car.
“Next stop: Fener Painting House!”
"Let's go paint?" Bailishi also noticed that the first stop was the painting studio.
The driver in front of him was wearing a black peaked cap with a layer of dust on it. From Lin Jian's angle, he couldn't see his face clearly.
Going out of his way to see it seemed too deliberate, so Lin Jian just said, "Uncle, are we the first batch?"
Obviously, Lin Jian was testing whether there were any other students who had participated in a seven-day tour like them.
The driver was silent for a while and whispered: "Yes, and no."
"Yes and no?"
The uncle immediately ignored him. Even if Lin asked again, he remained quiet and just drove his car.
Lin Jian didn't see Han Lu in the car. Could it be that the ghost master wasn't involved in the entire seven-day tour?
Or maybe their ghost masters don't need the bus at all and can reach their destination in a blink of an eye.
However, Lin Jian discovered that the bus was heading on a completely new road, as if it was entering a parallel space.
It is obviously a very familiar road section, but the various buildings on both sides have a completely new look.
Arrival at Fener's studio.
After Lin Jian got off the bus, he looked around and saw that the black and white buses were stopping one after another, almost spread out next to each other.
Immediately, Lin Jian's sixth class was assigned to the sixth floor of the flower building. The class was on which floor. Classes that were not selected or floors that had been disbanded had byes.
Lin Jian had a bold idea. Would it be much safer to sneak to these unoccupied floors and hide?
However, this method is somewhat rash. The most perfect situation is that no zombies will be assigned to the bye floor. But if they are assigned the same as other floors, they can still cooperate as a group, and you will have a sword that can be worth a million dollars.
Teacher, it may not be possible...
It was too extreme. Lin Jian quickly shook his head.
Han Lu asked everyone in the group to go to the sixth floor of the painting building. The squad leader led the team and walked up one after another.
I thought there would be something scary, but Lin Jian and others had been on the floor for a while, and it seemed that their mission was to appreciate the paintings.
However, these paintings were wonderful. Lin Jian felt that the paintings were rich in spiritual power. Of course, he did not dare to touch them. TV dramas did not always have such trap plots. If they touched them, they would be doomed. He did not intend to open that Pandora's box.
"Lin Jian, do you think this looks like the two of us?"
Xi Li'er ran to Lin Jian in small steps, naturally held her arms, and smiled at a picture of mandarin ducks.
Lin Jian was about to nod his head to heat up the ambiguous atmosphere, but unexpectedly the troublemaker Su Xiaomi did something bad again.
"You do look like the branches under the parrot's paws."
"Su Xiaomi, you are looking for death!" Xi Li'er looked resentful. She had a good atmosphere, but this guy did something bad.
"slightly……"
In the blink of an eye, the girl went to fight again, and Lin Jian, who was still thinking about strengthening the relationship, stayed in place. At least one of them was left alone, ah... He is not such a person.
Liang Zishu seemed to have unique insights into these paintings, muttering some proper nouns while admiring them.
Lin Jian leaned over to listen.
"good."
“Great painting!”
"..."
Okay, it's not very professional, it just looks professional.
Lin Jian always paid attention to the dynamics in the group. He always felt that this matter was not that simple. Would the ghost master be so merciful as to let them appreciate the paintings? It was obviously impossible.
In this way, the calm before the storm lasted for a while.
Immediately, the highlight of the show started with a ding!
Han Lu: "@All members, survival mission: Everyone needs to survive on the exclusive floor of the painting building until nine o'clock tomorrow morning. No one is allowed to leave the studio, and no one has any thoughts of escaping, otherwise..."
"Picture: round heads of escapees, unmodified and not mosaic, evenly distributed in rows."
"Fuck! Are we going to watch this crap until tomorrow morning?" Zhuang Tiancheng frowned, as if he didn't read the whole thing or maybe he was mistaken.
Your brain circuit is quite novel.
After everyone browsed the information, Lin Jian cleared his throat and planned to discuss the next survival strategy, but accidents always came first.
Second-level mummies appeared one after another on the spiral staircases on both sides of the flower building. They moved very slowly, but they belonged to the mutant race.
Moreover, imps and ghosts followed them one after another. Their targets were relatively scattered. Some ghosts reached the seventh floor, while some remained on the sixth floor.
"Magic Troops!"
Lin Jian shouted loudly, but no one seemed to understand what he was thinking.
Oops, I'm so used to playing dungeons that I forgot that most of the people in the class have never participated in actual combat training.
"Um...all the magicians and priests step forward, leave a path on both sides, shield knights are distributed around, assassins mainly sign up to move freely, and other long-range professions have a warrior beside them, don't stay away from the formation." He is also a semi-free person.
.
Lin Jian's command was very clear. Everyone was stunned for a moment and then quickly arranged the formation according to Lin Jian's command.
There is indeed no threat at the moment, but in the future, if it is so difficult, it will naturally not make people worry, but they have all suffered losses, and they know best the virtues of ghost masters.
Of course, there are some who are uncooperative, such as Jing Yi. This guy hid in the magician army and held up a sword as if he wanted to use it as a staff. Lin Jian didn't care about him. If such a person can survive until now, he must have saved him in his previous life.
world.
Whichever hero is reincarnated as him is really unlucky.
Whenever there is a team battle, the role of magicians can be perfectly reflected. Their only weakness is their lack of self-defense. As long as there is a shield battle to protect them, nothing will happen easily.
Moreover, there are free men like assassins. Whether they are Ji Kechen, Ding Zihui or Jiang Cai, their talents are extremely outstanding and their insight is much stronger than ordinary people.
Lin Jian was in a team on his own, and the ranged professions in the class were really limited, but he didn't need the ranged professions as support.