Just listening to the sound without seeing the picture will definitely make people think wrongly.
Forget about just dislocating the joint, while this guy was violently convulsing and breathing, he also got two ham sausages sandwiched between slices of bread stuck in his throat, causing a bulge on his white and pink neck.
She seemed to be trying to break off the food in her mouth, but she accidentally touched her lower jaw, and was so painful that she flinched as fast as lightning.
A group of people nearby were shocked.
They had never seen such a stupid death scene. They stood there like wooden figures, staring blankly at Miss Byson's companions stamping their feet and bursting into tears, watching Miss Byson on the verge of choking to death.
Mark rolled his eyes. He couldn't stand it anymore and rushed forward.
"let me."
The white fingers like a musician nimbly picked out the lettuce with ketchup from her mouth, half a fried egg, four halves of ham, and finally took off the two pieces of bread with crescent-shaped teeth marks.
Miss Bison escaped the danger of choking to death, but when she saw that the hero who rescued her from the predicament was actually Mark, whom she had never dreamed of, she burst into tears.
I had just finished crying, but my cry suddenly stopped due to pain in my jaw. It looked so funny.
Perhaps this is social death.
"Stop talking, rinse your mouth first." Mark picked up a glass of water and poured it into Miss Bison's mouth.
"Wow!" She didn't drink much, but she felt nauseous and subconsciously spit out the water with her tongue.
That's enough.
Mark held the back of her little head with one hand, held her dislocated jaw with the other, and quickly lifted it up.
After an almost inaudible "click" sound, Miss Beisen was surprised to find that her jaw no longer hurt and she could move again.
With tears filling the corners of her eyes and a mess around her mouth, Miss Bison, who looked like a painted cat, knew how much she was affecting the city's appearance at this moment without even looking in the mirror.
She forced out a smile that looked like she was crying: "Thank you... thank you, Senior Destiny."
She bowed vigorously, and then she could no longer control her emotions, covering her face and bursting into tears.
Forget about social death, she died in front of the male idol she cared about most. Even Mark wanted to write the word "miserable" on her body.
Her female companion was dumbfounded for a second, fearing that she would do something stupid. After bowing to Mark, she quickly dropped the tableware and followed him.
The commotion is over, but the aftermath is still spreading.
After everyone reacted, a colorful double-digit number of handkerchiefs appeared in front of Mark.
"Senior Destiny, use my handkerchief."
"Use mine."
"Use mine!"
Mark awkwardly took a handkerchief and wiped his hands covered with ketchup, and took it to the sink next to the canteen to wash it before giving it back to a girl with a red face.
"Thanks."
"Senior, how do you know how to repair a dislocated joint?"
"This... I understand a little bit."
"Senior, you are great."
Why do you understand?
Mark can’t say it!
Do you want him to tell you that his family once had a big fat cat that was cute? The stupid cat jumped up and bit a big salted fish. As a result, he was too heavy and the bite was stuck. As a result, his mouth was dislocated and he kept suffering.
Call?
Mark used fat cats as bone-setting test subjects and developed the bone-setting master.
The only thing I didn't expect was that one day I would use this trick on that stupid girl just now.
Coupled with the aura of being a proud son of the emperor, Mark's meal was very painful. On his table of six people, five new noble daughters were crowded.
But for the sake of appearance and elegance, he couldn't eat too fast.
Every time I have to swallow my food and wipe my mouth before I can reply a sentence or two.
This is very painful.
Mark swore that he would never marry any noble daughter.
That is asking for trouble for yourself!
After finally eating half full, Mark didn't mind continuing to play social games with these good-looking young ladies.
The key is that he saw someone disappear again.
This time it was a boy. He was stunned for a moment, and soon his face showed a struggling expression, but it was his own hands that were grabbing his throat.
There were more than 300 people eating in the canteen. Except for Mark, no one saw the boy struggling in the middle of the lobby for more than ten seconds. Finally, the whole figure quickly faded and disappeared into the air.
There was even another boy who 'discovered' the empty seat and sat in the seat of the boy just now.
This is a very strange and terrifying scene.
It made Mark feel bad.
He left as if he was fleeing, with the excuse that he was going to meet a certain professor. This gave no reason for the women around him to go with him.
He hid in the bathroom and washed his face. As the big clock in the bell tower above the atrium of the college rang twice, and as soon as he turned off the brass faucet that shone like gold, Mark immediately realized that something was wrong.
There's fog in the public washroom.
"Um!?"
The cold mist filled the air to the height of a person's knees in a matter of seconds.
Silence followed.
This is definitely not normal!
In the last quarter of an hour, there were nearly hundreds of people in the entire college, and the sounds of walking and noise resounded throughout the atrium of the college.
For the next quarter of an hour, there was only the sound of birds chirping from time to time, tearing apart this pale loneliness. What's worse, it always felt like a sharp eagle would peck at the glass on the window at any time and peck at it from unexpected angles.
The noise just now and the silence now formed an extremely strong contrast.
The signal that something was wrong was stimulating Mark's nerves crazily.
With a sudden bang, the door of the bathroom next to me slammed to the ground.
Mark's pupils narrowed in an instant.
The door is wrong!
When he came in, he clearly remembered that the door to the bathroom was a half-length copper hinged door that just blocked the view of adults.
The door that fell down was a whole wooden door. Not only was the door panel rotten, but it was also covered with unknown dead vines.
Looking around, after the mist rose, all the furnishings in the bathroom became old, as if they had been abandoned for a century.
He moved his steps slightly, his boots pressed against the ground, and immediately there were fine pieces of iron filings and leaves floating in the air.
Among the fine dust raised up, Mark felt that even if he stepped on it casually, the strange earth under his feet would let out an overwhelmed groan.
While frowning, he silently took out the revolver hidden in his backpack.
There is no tradition of searching students' backpacks on campus, and perhaps there are no school shootings in this world.
But what happened at this moment made Mark feel a hundred times worse than that.
A truly giant [anomaly] suddenly erupted majestically in the center of the Mysterious Academy. If it were revealed, wouldn't the professors be disgraced?
Ridiculous and absurd, but it is a fact that actually happened.
[Mini?] Mark called his trump card lady in his heart.
[I'm...but this is...a very powerful...abnormal...strength...suppression...] Mini's intermittent replies made Mark feel half relieved.
Mistry University is an imperial state university in name, but in fact it is supported by major orthodox churches. This is a place where each church selects and cultivates extraordinary people.
If something happens here, it will slap all orthodox churches in the face.
Mark believed that if this was a conspiracy, it would probably only take a short while before powerful professors would come to suppress the situation.
On the other hand, he also has to prepare for the worst...
Carefully walking out of the bathroom, Mark looked around. Firstly, he was surprised to find that it was already dark at two o'clock in the afternoon. Secondly, this was still the mystery department of Mistry University.
It's just that this dilapidated scene can easily remind people of some other world.
Even with the bright moonlight, since there were no lights and the fog was all over his feet, it was difficult for Mark to even see the road ahead five meters away. He could only fumble forward based on his memory of the terrain this morning.
Returning to the dining hall where he had just been, it was dark inside, with only the rusty iron bars at the entrance remaining. It seemed that the people he had just eaten with were just a room full of ghosts, and they had left here long ago.
There was only darkness in the depths of the dining hall, not even the moonlight could shine through.
Normal people would not go in, but Mark did it by accident.
[Why did you enter...here...] Minnie asked.
Mark curled his lips: "If the enemy boss is hiding in the cafeteria, it would be too lack of style."
Not knowing where Mark's confidence came from, Miss Doll was silent.
Mark went in for a walk and found nothing useful. He opened the pot and found that there was only spider silk inside.
He had just come out of the dining hall when he suddenly heard a shrill scream coming from afar.
"ah--"
There was also a vague and thin whistling sound coming together, but soon everything was dormant in the darkness again.
This scream made Mark's scalp numb.
"If I remember correctly, that should be the herbarium where abnormal specimens are stored, right?"
No matter what the horror story is, isn't the stuff in the herbarium more powerful than in your dining room?
Just when someone was on tenterhooks, there was a "puff" sound of flapping wings of birds, which frightened Mark so much that his heart almost flew out of his chest.
It's a raven flying!
After thinking about the night watchman from the raven, Mark felt heartbroken.
He did get the divine power copies of three different churches, but when he killed Galian, Galian's soul collapsed from the order camp to the Chaos side, and his entire soul was transformed into Cthulhu. From Galian's body, it was the opposite.
I didn’t get the rubbings of the black night series’ divine power slate.
If there were powers from the dark night system, at least we wouldn't have to be so passive in this environment.
Just when Mark was thinking wildly, a slight sobbing sound suddenly came from not far away.
"Woo...Woo..."
This was obviously a female cry, which scared Mark almost out of his mind.
