Escape game: NPC is crazy about me

"It's the thunder talisman, Sister Xianluo, run quickly." Zhang Zhi's face changed drastically and he shouted loudly.

As soon as he finished speaking, thunder as thick as a baby's arm fell from the sky and landed on Yang Xianluo and the female corpse.

"Xianluo!"

"Sister Xianluo!"

"Yang Xianluo!"

Several people standing nearby shouted loudly.

"Ahem! I'm fine." Yang Xianluo coughed violently several times and said with black smoke coming out of his mouth.

Everyone saw her little face was dark, her hair was blowing up, and she was covered in black smoke. They suppressed their laughter and asked, "Are you really okay?"

"It's okay." Yang Xianluo shook his head.

"Where is the female corpse? Where is it now?"

"Here, lie there." Yang Xianluo said, pointing to the charred female body lying on the ground.

Then he gave Zhang Zhi a thumbs up and praised, "Your thunder talisman is quite powerful. It's very powerful, but it's a bit useless."

"Haha!" Zhang Zhi touched the back of his head in embarrassment, "The performance was not very stable. Fortunately, it was Sister Yang who used this talisman. If it had been anyone else, they would definitely not have been able to survive being hit by such a big lightning strike."

"It is a bit dangerous." Yang Xianluo nodded with lingering fear. The power of this thunder was so powerful that the physical attack rebound barrier on her body transferred the thunder to the female corpse. She was still unavoidably affected.

If there was no physical attack rebound barrier to protect her, she probably wouldn't be able to stand here and talk properly.

Snowing!

Zhang Tiantian raised her head and stretched out her hand, looking at the falling snowflakes from the sky, and said blankly.

"It's snowing!" Zhang Jie looked surprised and couldn't help but wonder, why didn't she feel any cold?

"This is an illusion projected by the memory of this female corpse named Sister Wen." Wan Bochong said.

"It's December 24th." Yang Xianluo opened his eyes and looked at Wan Bochong and said.

"What happened on December 24th?" Zhang Zhi asked curiously.

Yang Xianluo took out the blood-soaked file from his pocket and said, "This should be the transfer student's file. It says the time of death was December 24th."

Everyone's hearts sank, and then they heard voices speaking, and looking along the voices, they turned out to be those five vicious-hearted girls.

"This pitiful face is really annoying to me. Don't you like to pretend to be pitiful? I'll ruin your pitiful face and see how you pretend." The leader of the curly-haired girl bent down with a knife in her hand.

He looked at the girl lying on the ground with her hands and feet tightly tied with ropes and said with vicious eyes.

"No, please, please let me go, don't." The girl whose hands and feet were bound cried and begged, her body shaking constantly because of fear.

At this moment, everyone could see the girl's face clearly. Her eyebrows were delicate and her facial lines were very soft. At first glance, they knew she was a gentle and good girl.

"Zhang Tiantian?" Zhang Zhi's eyes widened in shock, pointing to the tied girl on the snow and asking, "Why does this girl look exactly like Zhang Tiantian?"

"Because Zhang Tiantian is the transfer student." Yang Xianluo looked at Zhang Tiantian with a trace of pity in his eyes.

Zhang Tiantian stared blankly at the girl who looked exactly like her sitting in the snow, and said softly as if she had just woken up from a dream, "Yes, I am this transfer student."

The Zhang Jie siblings moved their lips and were about to say something when they heard a heart-breaking scream and quickly turned their heads to look.

Then I saw the girl named Sister Wen slashing Zhang Tiantian's face several times with a knife. There were several ferocious stab wounds on her fair face. Blood flowed from the wounds down her chin and dripped on her face.

In the snow, it looks like plum blossoms in full bloom.

"No, you devils, get out of here." Brother and sister Zhang Zhi rushed forward angrily, trying to push these devils away, but their hands penetrated through their bodies and they were thrown away.

"It's useless. These are all phantoms. They have happened in the past and there is no way to change it." Wan Bochong said with some unbearable eyes.

Zhang Tiantian watched this scene with wide eyes, her limbs were cold, her whole body was shivering, and she couldn't help but tremble.

It was as if she had returned to that cold winter again, she could still feel the bone-chilling cold, and she could still feel the pain of despair.

Suddenly, a pair of warm hands covered her eyes, and a gentle voice sounded in her ears.

"Don't look. All the pain has passed. Those who hurt you are gone. Don't be afraid. It's okay."

Hearing Yang Xianluo's voice, the frozen blood in Zhang Tiantian's veins began to slowly warm up. She blinked slightly and her long eyelashes swiped in the palm of her hand covering her eyes.

Yang Xianluo felt a little itchy, and then she felt her palms were touched by warm liquid.

"Xianluo." Zhang Tiantian said with a gentle smile on her lips, "Well, it's all over. I'm not afraid as long as you are here."

The phantom continued. After Sister Wen finished scratching with the knife, she handed the knife to another girl and asked her to continue scratching.

Another girl took the knife, slashed Zhang Tiantian's face several times with a smile, and then handed the knife to the next girl.

The screams and laughter mixed together to create a shocking hell on earth.

I don't know how long it took before these devil-like girls stopped what they were doing with satisfaction.

Zhang Tiantian, who was lying on the ground, was in so much pain that she could no longer make a sound.

"Let's go, let her stay here to remember her for a long time and repent for her dissoluteness."

In the middle of the twelfth lunar month of winter, the girl was covered in heavy snow and her face was disfigured. Her hands and feet were tightly tied, and she was lying in the freezing snow, struggling desperately.

But she couldn't break free from the ropes tied around her hands and feet. She screamed for help, but no one came to save her.

In this way, the desperate and helpless girl lay slowly dying in the cold snow.

"Tiantian." Zhang Xue knelt on the ground, crying so hard that she was out of breath, and her eyes were as red as a rabbit.

Zhang Zhi clenched his fists tightly, his whole body shaking with uncontrollable anger, and cursed, "Damn it, how could such a cruel beast exist?"

The heavy snow slowly melted away and dawn gradually broke. Yang Xianluo looked at the sky and saw the pale light. He hugged Zhang Tiantian and said, "Let's go back to the dormitory first. It's almost dawn. You can't touch the sun."

"Well, okay!" Zhang Tiantian nodded obediently.

Zhang Jie ran over and hugged Zhang Tiantian tightly, saying with red eyes, "Tiantian, don't worry, no one will dare to bully you when we are here in the future."

"That's right!" Zhang Zhi rolled up his sleeves and said fiercely, "Whoever dares to bully you, no matter whether she is a boy or a girl, I will beat them without fail. If I can't win, I will ask Brother Wan to help."