Limitless Interpretations

"Since there is no other way, just run."

As soon as Yan Huan stepped forward, a man sprang out like a sharp arrow. He whirled around and drew out his sword. He slashed out with an invincible force. In less than half a second, seven swords were slashed out, leaving endless afterimages.

Seven muffled sounds sounded almost at the same moment.

Along with a stench, flesh and blood mixed with broken bones flew everywhere. One of the monster's legs was removed. Wherever the red sky swept across, all evil spirits were dispersed, lest it be contaminated even a little bit.

The three of them took this opportunity and did not dare to stay for a moment. Without looking back, they turned around and ran towards the stairs.

They are not the walking people in the movies.

Following Yan Wang's three leaps, he directly crossed the stairs and reached the third floor. Although Ye Ling and the two are slower, they are only one step behind Yan Wan.

The monster above was left screaming and roaring. Yan Wan and the others scanned the corridors to the left and right, and ran towards the fourth floor without stopping.

Buzz! ! !

"Be careful, there is..."

Zhao Yinghe disappeared completely before he finished speaking.

The three of them felt as if someone had hit the back of their heads with a stick. They were so dizzy that their vision immediately went dark and they lost consciousness.

"hot!!"

This was the remaining thought in Yan Wang's mind before he lost consciousness. Just a moment ago, the temperature of the ghost spirit ring between his fingers rose instantly, becoming frighteningly hot.

Buzz…

Suddenly, at this moment, Chi Xiao, who had been silent in Yan Wan's hands, seemed to be provoked. He let out a long groan and sternly came out of the box. It was only three inches long, but it burst out with unparalleled power.

boom!

Yan Wan came to his senses, stepped on it and broke a floor tile, stabilized his body, and narrowed his eyes to scan around.

Ye Ling and Zhao Yinghe disappeared.

"Interesting, interesting."

He lowered his head and glanced at the Chixiao Sword in his hand. If it hadn't been for it, I might have been tricked.

Bang, bang... Yan Wang was holding a cigarette in his mouth leisurely and walking in the corridor on the fourth floor. This place seemed to be no different from an ordinary university.

From the classrooms on both sides, voices, lectures, and faint... screams could be heard from time to time.

His pupils shrank slightly, and every step he took would stir up bursts of dust on the ground. It had been a long time since there was anyone here, but how could such a noisy sound come out?

Squeak~

The classroom door was kicked open by him.

The dust dispersed, and Yan Wang took a few steps back, calmly looking at everything in the classroom.

The tables and chairs were covered with dust, but on the podium, there was a middle-aged man, holding a book and giving impassioned lectures, and from time to time he was writing and drawing on the blackboard.

It's just that... the so-called book in his hand is his own face, and the chalk in the other hand is actually his own finger.

The mottled and dry writing on the blackboard was completely made of blood mixed with minced meat.

Perhaps the rhythm of the lecture was interrupted.

He suddenly turned around, staring at Yan Wan with empty, faint blood holes in his eyes.

The face in the hand, or rather the mouth on it, opened and closed and began to speak: "This classmate, if you are late, please quietly walk to your seat by yourself."

"Interesting, what's your name, teacher?" Yan flicked the ashes from his cigarette and asked, leaning against the door.

He seemed a little angry: "This student, if you don't want to go to class, please close the door and don't disturb other students..."

"Oh~~~尵,呸~"

Before he finished speaking, Yan Wan spat out, drawing a silvery breath in the air, which happened to fall on the face that was speaking... in his mouth.

"you wanna die."

"pia~"

Yan Wang shook his hand in disgust, turned around and left the classroom. Only one head was left, which was beaten into the chest, and the two legs turned into piles of flesh and mud on the ground.

"What are you going to do? No..."

Suddenly, Yan Wan walked towards the opposite side in surprise and looked at the window on the door. Is it possible that "The Ghostly Affair of a College Student After Class" is being performed here?

He wiped the dust on the glass, and what he saw was a female student being pressed under the desk. Several male students were having sex and groping randomly on her body.

"Aren't you going to save people?"

At this moment, a cold and faint voice suddenly sounded next to him. I should say... whispering, as if he was speaking in his ear.

"Is she a human?" Yan Wan still had a smile on his face. He turned around and looked at the woman who was almost next to him.

"What if it is?"

"No help."

"Why?"

"Not interested in."

The woman took a few steps back and said with a sneer: "Sure enough, they are all cold-blooded animals like you now."

Her school uniform was in tatters, torn into strips, and there were still mottled, dark yellow marks on her body. There were still traces of blood on the inner thigh.

His shirt was torn open, revealing his shoulders that were scratched with purple marks, and half of his bulging chest was exposed to the air. Her short skirt was rolled up, revealing her brown panties.

Yan Wang raised a finger and said with a chuckle: "You are not entirely right. Animals are not warm-blooded, especially mature animals, because warm-blooded animals would have been beaten to death long ago."

"Yeah?"

The woman looked at him blankly.

In the classroom, men roared wantonly and women cried and sobbed, forming a noisy symphony.

"You are not Chen Zixin." Yan Wan looked at her pale face, shook his head in disappointment, and turned to leave.

"Die, die to me..."

pia~

Yan Wan sighed, looked at the head rolling on the ground, and then crushed it with his foot.

As the head was shattered, the vision in the classroom disappeared.

This person is not Chen Zixin. But judging from the situation just now, she should be a good student who is brave enough to do what is right. When she saw Chen Zixin being bullied, she pushed the door open.

Then...the scene just now doesn't need to be described anymore.

"In this world, good people don't live long."

Bang~ Yan Wang held a cigarette in his mouth, dispelled the disgusting stench, and walked towards 404.

He walked to the left first, and the people he encountered before were all from the classroom on the left. And this 404 is on the right.

402……

Zhao Yinghe stood in the middle of the classroom with his eyes closed, naked. Surrounded by a circle are students holding drawing boards and looking for Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan.com to draw carefully.

This is not surprising, because when Yan Wan was in college, he also had sketching classes.

But the problem is...

The teacher who was doing the model painting suddenly put down his pen and muttered: "It's too difficult to draw arms..." and so on.

Then he picked up a machete stained with blood from his feet and walked towards Zhao Yinghe.

There was a cruel and weird smile on his face: "Since it's difficult to draw, let's just stop drawing. Cut off the hand and there will be no need to draw."

Buzz~

Along with the ground, the bell trembled slightly.

Zhao Yinghe's body suddenly shook, as if he was about to wake up.

But then a black mist penetrated into his mind from all seven orifices, causing him to groan. Remember the website address of this website, www. Biquxu． Com for easy reading next time, or enter " " in Baidu to enter this site