19. The existence of terror without restraints and restrictions
The warmth faded away in an instant. Everyone's hearts were filled with fear and their bodies were filled with chills.
The wood crackled and they listened desperately as the sound came closer and closer.
Wow——
Everyone was awakened by the sound of tables and chairs being kicked over. When everyone looked around, the player named Mortal Nameless stumbled to the campfire like a zombie, grabbed the pieces of wood piled nearby, and stuffed them into his mouth.
Everyone was surprised by this scene. None of the students sitting across from the fire saw his painful and desperate face: "I can't control myself..."
The long song penetrated into the classroom through the thin door panel.
"Ten Haijiao children are running around for food; one chokes to death and cannot be saved, and only nine out of ten are left."
The players' hearts thumped as they understood the meaning of the song. Then they saw Mortal Wuming grabbing a wooden stick as thick as his arm and forcing it into his mouth. They all averted their eyes and couldn't bear to watch the cruel scene that followed.
But at this moment, a clear voice came through the wooden door and muffled into the classroom.
"The little words all rhyme quite well."
The players in the classroom were excited, this sound...
Mortal Wuming was shocked to realize that he had regained control of his body. He threw away the wooden stick and rolled and crawled to squeeze in next to the other players.
The players listened quietly, only to hear Mu Su speak quickly in a strange rhythm: "Don't talk nonsense, just show that there is a good man in the thick fog!"
The player was confused and continued to listen. It was quiet outside for a while, and then he heard Mu Su shouting: "If you don't drink a toast, you will be punished with a drink. Let's see what the move is."
What followed was shouting and panting, and chaotic footsteps. Mu Su seemed to be fighting something.
The noise lasted for ten seconds, and was broken by a figure who suddenly broke through the wooden door.
The flames shook, and the teachers and students exclaimed, and shrank into the corner in a commotion. They looked intently, but it was Mu Su who was beaten into the classroom, with his buttocks flattened backwards like a wild goose falling on the sand.
Mu Su raised his head and ordered from outside the door: "The idea is to prick the hands, brothers, shoulder to shoulder! Pick it up and attack from three directions, tear off its clothes! Tear off its clothes!"
After shouting for a while, Mu Su suddenly fell silent and slowly turned his head to look at the classroom.
Dozens of eyes came blankly.
Mu Su shook his head and whistled slowly as if nothing had happened. He put his hands behind his head, put his left leg on his right leg and shook his ankle.
Very good, very natural...no one can see that I was called in.
The noise started again outside, and not long after, the little girl Yinghua and Sacrifice walked into the classroom.
"How's it going?" Mu Su stretched his waist, swung his legs in mid-air and sat up using his strength.
"Run away." Yinghua pouted and blew her hair, staring at the side with a slight displeasure. "If he can be of any use, we can keep that dress."
"You kidnap me as a sacrifice and you can't ask me to do my best to help you..."
The high-ranking lord expressed his opinion in a low voice.
The teacher in this classroom was an acquaintance, Feili. He had the courage to run to the door with some sense of responsibility, lifted the knocked down wooden door and put it back in place.
Without the breeze that poured into the classroom, the flickering flames on the fire returned to calm, and the room became a little brighter.
Several players came up and asked what happened before.
Sakura gave a brief explanation. The sacrifice was interrupted when the thick fog came. Because the sacrifice was kept for temporary use, they temporarily kept the high-ranking lord alive. As a result, as soon as they returned to the open space, they saw a floating in the air outside the classroom.
White dance skirt.
"Is the ballad coming from the dance skirt?" Xiao Li, who is slightly shorter, asked curiously.
Yinghua nodded with a puzzled tone: "Can a skirt make a sound or sing a ballad? Isn't it unscientific?"
If it is full of Mu Su style, this girl was successfully taught by Mu Su.
"I think this shouldn't be the point...so what happens next?"
Yinghua continued. Because Musu thought the song rhymed, she ran to talk to her, but was completely ignored. Musu, who was both face-loving and petty, immediately held a grudge and took the lead.
Who knew that the dance skirt was so unreasonable! Mu Suda actually fought back, and that's how we ended up in this situation.
It would be weird if you didn't take action when you provoke others. All the players complained in their hearts, and some of them had their faces flushed, whether it was because of the fire or suppressed.
No one expressed their opinion. After all, it was Mu Su who took the lead in rescuing them, otherwise at least 10 students would have died tragically here.
Then they asked if they knew where the thick fog came from, but Yinghua and others knew nothing about it.
News of other classrooms began to spread, and three classrooms were wiped out by the group. The remaining classrooms were also attacked by entities in the fog, killing several players.
According to non-real-time statistics, there are currently 631 surviving players.
Half of the first day has not yet passed.
In any case, if it weren't for Mu Su, the situation here would be similar to that of those unlucky classrooms. Whether they are a little unhappy or keep a distance, they are showing goodwill to Mu Su. Their enthusiasm makes Mu Su a little embarrassed.
He originally planned to kill all the players who witnessed his ugly behavior, so that he would die without any evidence. But now it seems that he can only regain his position in other ways.
For example, the dance skirt that made him look embarrassed.
Mu Su asked them about the content of the ballad, and Xiaoli, who looked like a little girl with blond hair and a shawl, thought about it and narrated the ballad in full.
"...a child looking at the sea corner, only one person will come back; Xuanliang committed suicide in this life, and there will be no one left...that's all."
In other words, does it mean that people will die according to the song?
Mu Su rubbed his chin, which was quite creative.
Mu Su's black eyes gradually narrowed, realizing that things were by no means that simple.
…
The thick fog shows no sign of lifting.
The empty space was dead and desolate, ashes and lifeless.
A passing figure broke the silence. He walked quickly, and thick fog rolled around him.
The figure disappeared into the thick fog, and came back a moment later with something extra on his body.
When Mu Su came to the door of the classroom, he started looking at him... strangely.
Mu Su had dry food in his mouth, his eyelids were half open as if sleeping, half of his body was in the thick fog, and half of his body was in the classroom. There were a few fire sticks at his feet, and he was chopping down the door frame with an ax while Ying Hua looked on.
"What is he doing?"
"Think of a ballad."
"I can't remember."
"Then you understand...the ten ways to die in the ballad...he is following them all."
"hiss……"
The whispers continued. After a few minutes of useless work, Musu was exhausted and was sure that it would not come.
At this time, Transparent Bridge in the live broadcast room expressed her analysis.
Transparent Bridge: I think there are two possibilities for Wu Qun's counterattack. The first possibility is that the opponent is not a low-level existence. Your title is less useful. The second possibility is that Wu Qun has a subordinate.
Transparent Bridge: Belongs to other camps, such as Lord of Chaos or Unspeakable Things. Because the camp is different, it does not need to fear you.
Transparent Bridge: But you don’t have to worry too much. I don’t think there is any existence in this dungeon that would blindly want to kill you. After all, your identity is the nephew of the ancient evil god (laughs)
Mu Su didn't take it seriously at first, but after thinking deeply, he suddenly had an epiphany.
Doesn’t this mean that... I can... commit suicide without any reservation...? (https:)
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