Zhang Xianguang's voice sounded, and then everyone felt that the light in front of them became brighter and brighter, and finally it reached a point where it was almost blinding.
But when the light reached the edge and everyone felt that their eyes were going white and they were almost blind, everything quickly returned to normal.
"Um?"
He Yin'er opened her eyes as quickly as possible, but the scene in front of her stunned her.
This is no longer the playground of an abandoned school, but an old private school.
There were many students in the private school, but every student seemed to have lost his color. He was wearing black clothes and his whole body was pale, like a dead person.
The strange thing is that these captains are currently in this private school, and they are sitting behind a desk, just like one of the students.
"How is this going?"
He Yin'er was stunned.
"This is not real, this is a scene constructed by some supernatural being. It does not exist in reality, but exists in consciousness... It seems that our consciousness is bound by some supernatural being. This should be Zhang Xianguang's method.
"
Lu Zhiwen was also sitting behind a desk, his body motionless, like a good student who listened carefully in class.
However, the fact is that it is not that he does not want to move, but that he cannot move.
Zhou Deng was near He Yin'er. He wanted to struggle, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't break free.
He simply said: "But apart from the fact that we can't move, there seems to be nothing wrong with us now."
"Now it seems that there are only three of us in this spiritually constructed world of consciousness, and Li Leping is also missing. This shows that Zhang Xianguang has changed his strategy and wants to take away the three of us in one go."
Lu Zhiwen, who was sitting at the back, checked the people present.
Sitting further ahead of him was He Yin'er, and sitting further ahead was Zhou Deng.
However, the scale of this private school is actually not small. You can see at least twenty or thirty weird students around. Although these people who blend in seem to be out of place, in a strict sense, there is no difference between me and these students.
They could only sit in their original positions and remain motionless.
"Is there any way to get rid of this bondage, escape and return to reality?" He Yin'er asked.
Lu Zhiwen thought for a while: "The captain of Daxia City, Shen Lin, seems to be proficient in this aspect of supernatural powers, but he disappeared during the Ghost Lake Incident...Other than that, the only things I can think of are Li Leping and Yang Jian's dog
, but they are not here now."
He Yin'er looked solemn: "It seems that the other party specially picked the three of us to attack. We don't have the means to deal with this kind of attack. There is a high probability that we will be killed here."
"The enemy is very cunning."
Zhou Deng felt that this person named Zhang Xianguang was becoming more and more hateful.
However, while they were communicating, the door of this old private school suddenly opened with a creak.
A cold breath came in.
Footsteps sounded, and a strange, lifeless man in old clothes walked in.
The man was holding a rusty machete in his hand.
Zhang Xianguang?
The expressions on the three people's faces suddenly tightened as they almost sounded like they were suffering from stress disorder when they heard the sound of sharpening knives.
However, when they took a closer look, they found that the person who walked in was not Zhang Xianguang, but a corpse with wrinkles on his face, black and blue marks on his face, and no life at all on his body.
"ghost!"
Such an idea immediately came to the minds of the three people.
"No, Zhang Xianguang still has this trick?"
Zhou Deng's scalp felt numb.
The ghost walked in with a knife, but no one could move at the moment, just like fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered.
"Shh, don't talk." He Yin'er warned immediately.
However, the ghost seemed to have heard Zhou Deng's words, and turned his lifeless face this way.
After a brief pause, the ghost walked slowly towards this side with a knife in hand.
"Really coming? Oh my god."
Zhou Deng, who only hated his crow's mouth, quickly shut up, opened his eyes wide, and continued to struggle.
But still to no avail.
This is not the outside, it can even be said to be a world that has nothing to do with reality. In this world of consciousness, they cannot use any supernatural power and cannot fight against ghosts.
However, what Zhou Deng didn't expect was that the ghost took a few steps towards him, then suddenly stopped, then suddenly raised the machete in his hand and chopped off the head of a student next to him.
The strange student's body began to disappear rapidly after his head was chopped off. In the end, nothing was left, so a seat became vacant again.
The ghost started walking towards Zhou Deng again.
After taking a few steps, he raised the knife and struck it down again.
Another student disappeared from sight, leaving an empty seat.
"This ghost thing seems to have no pattern in its actions. It seems to be completely random. In other words, as long as people are in this private school, there is a possibility of being targeted."
Lu Zhiwen's eyes narrowed. He felt that if he continued to stay, people like him would sooner or later be targeted by ghosts and hacked to death.
If you die here, you will most likely die in reality.
But in this situation, there is no way to resist, so one can only watch and watch as the ghost of the patrol teacher randomly checks a student.
Suddenly.
A student with a pale body and black clothes suddenly spoke: "To survive here, you have to rely on luck. There is no other way to survive. I want to see how your luck is and whether you will be struck by a ghost."
"Zhang Xianguang?"
Hearing this voice, everyone turned their eyes and looked at him.
"I am the same as you here. If the ghost draws me, I will die, but there are three of you and I am only one. No matter what, the probability of you being drawn is higher." Zhang Xianguang continued.
"So, this is the last attack you said?" Lu Zhiwen said.
Zhang Xianguang did not deny: "Your strength is indeed a bit beyond my expectation. I do have to admit that I can't defeat you at this stage, but I have also prepared unexpected countermeasures. After all, I have been planning for so long. I can't
lose."
"So you plan to die with us?" He Yin'er said coldly.
"It doesn't matter whether I die or not, what matters is whether my plan can succeed."
Zhang Xianguang didn't care about He Yin'er's gaze: "My existence is to control you captains and prevent you from interfering with me."
As he was talking, the ghost came closer again.
With a slash of the knife, another strange student's head rolled to the ground, and then disappeared entirely, leaving an empty spot.
Zhou Deng was breaking out in a cold sweat at this moment.
Because the ghost is getting closer and closer to him.
The student whose head was beheaded was sitting in front of him.
He was almost drawn.
"There is no danger." Zhou Deng's heart was beating wildly.
But at this moment, Zhang Xianguang added: "Without my permission, this supernatural game of random killings by evil ghosts will not stop. You can be happy for the time being, but as there are fewer and fewer people here, you will finally
You will definitely be drawn, it’s just a matter of time.”
"You are an old and disrespectful person. Isn't it certain that you will die?"
Zhou Deng just said something, but when he saw the ghost coming over, he hurriedly shut up again.
"boom!"
Another human head rolled to the ground.
There is another strange student missing from Zhou Deng's side.
He was lucky, the two people before and after him were gone, but he was still alive.
Soon the ghost picked up the knife and ignored Zhou Deng and continued to move forward.
But this time, it was He Yin'er's turn to be nervous.
Because after the ghost passes by Zhou Deng, it will be by her side soon.
On the other hand, Zhang Xianguang really chose a good location. It was far away and there was absolutely no risk of being drawn in a short period of time.