When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Weekend night, Jiangyan No. 2 Middle School (10) classroom, 8 o'clock sharp.

[Current number of people in Lingyuan: 86]

A large group of people gathered in front of the blackboard, looking at the bloody words on the blackboard with different expressions.

Wu Wentao tentatively asked: "Is this the population?"

"There are 35 people left in our class..." Zhou Yulong frowned: "The next class nine has exactly 51 people."

If this thing is contagious, then the first to spread must be the third grade nine class closest to them.

For this result, everyone was not moved, and even a little happy.

Right, why did this happen in our class?

And if there are more people, their probability of being selected will also decrease.

"But if that's the case, why is there no movement in the next class?" A classmate whispered.

Everyone looked at each other, and Zhou Yulong said: "I'll go over and take a look."

He was about to go out, but at this time the classroom door was opened and a panicked boy rushed in.

"A few days ago... a few days ago, did someone come to ask me if I knew Mao Houwang?"

He squatted down, holding his head with a painful look: "I remember, it was Li Ge... Li Ge, Mao Houwang, Wu Chenfei... where are they?"

"Chen Changping?"

Wu Wentao recognized that this was a classmate from Class 9. It seemed that they were indeed involved in the spiritual grudge.

More importantly, this person happened to have a grudge against him. Thinking of this, he could hardly suppress the smile on his lips: "Come here quickly, I'll tell you something happy."

This boy was like a lit fuse. Soon after he came over, the entire Class 9 was boiling.

Chaotic and dense footsteps sounded in the corridor, and one student after another rushed into Class 10.

"I, I remember everything. This... what's going on?"

"Why are there so many fewer people in your class?" A girl screamed: "Why didn't I notice it at all in the past two days? Where did they go?"

They were pale one by one, and their eyes swept across the empty seats in the class in horror.

Most of the students in Class 10 sat in their seats, looking indifferent and watching from the sidelines.

I don’t know how long I can live, who has time to care about you.

It’s good that you don’t gloat over other people’s misfortunes.

Zhou Yulong and Zhang Yang, two good guys, wanted to explain to them, but were stopped by Wu Wentao.

“Let me talk to them.” He drew a 90-degree crooked smile. The more people there were, the greater the probability that he could continue to slack off.

Su Yuan stood up, glanced around the class, and frowned: “Why are there only 33 people in our class?”

“Wang Zhendong and Qin Yu haven’t come.” Gao Wenyi also stood up and took a look.

Su Yuan suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart: “Try to contact them.”

In this case, he didn’t believe that anyone would dare to miss the game.

The only possibility is that something unexpected happened.

But the number of people is not a problem...

"Let me see..."

Gao Wenyi took out his phone and looked through it, then he looked up with some fear: "No... Gone!"

"What's gone?" Lin Yuan hurried over and saw a cancelled account on Gao Wenyi's phone.

They all had the same thought in their minds.

Dead...

"How could this happen..."

"The truce period wouldn't be killed by ghosts." Su Yuan looked up at the surveillance: "And the number of people is not less, something has sneaked in."

Of course everyone knew what he meant, but they were all mentally prepared, and they were not too panicked despite the surprise.

"Brother Su." Gao Wenyi said: "Do we need to discuss any tactics?"

"Let's talk about it after the game comes out." Su Yuan looked at the people in front of him helplessly.

He also wanted to discuss some useful tactics, and even last night he was excited to think that he could directly blow the horn of counterattack.

It's a pity that the abilities of the brothers are really a bit abstract, so he has no idea where to start.

And Xia Wu has not contacted him yet.

He can only respond to the situation as it happens.

Everyone had no objection and began to wait for time to pass.

During this period, Wu Wentao, who was talking dryly, finally made everyone in Class 9 believe his words.

Compared with the initial Class 10, Class 9 accepted it much faster. After all, the loss of memory appeared again, and those who had indeed disappeared...

But believing does not mean not being afraid.

Fear appeared on the faces of every student in Class 9. Some knelt down and cried, some screamed, and some trembled all over...

But there were also relatively calm ones. At this time, there was a DaiThe girl wearing glasses walked up to Su Yuan and the others.

"Su Yuan, can you tell me more details?"

"Hmm?" Su Yuan looked up at her and recognized that this was Lin Xixing, the monitor of Class 9. "Wu Wentao has already told me in detail."

Lin Xixing shook her head: "He only said that if you fail the game, you will be driven to the corridor, and there will be a ghost wandering in the corridor every night, and it will disappear completely if you die..."

"What I want to know is whether there is a solution, what kind of existence ghosts are, what is the content of the game..." She asked earnestly and earnestly: "I heard that you have participated in the game twice, so..."

Su Yuan couldn't help but look up at Lin Xixing when he heard this.

Being able to calm down so quickly shows that she has a good psychological quality and clear thinking.

However, these are not enough for her to survive in the current situation.

"My two games are actually not very useful for reference. The first time was just luck, and the second time... let Zhang Yang tell you the details."

Su Yuan paused and said, "As for the solution and the ghost... you just need to know that there is absolutely no way to survive if you fail in the game, and so far, the difficulty of the game has almost doubled."

Su Yuan's words made Lin Qixing pale. She bit her lip and nodded: "Okay, I know, thank you."

After she finished speaking, she left and went to find Zhang Yang in the crowd.

Qi Yinhong looked at her back and pushed Su Yuan's elbow: "You don't even know how to say something encouraging. You almost scared people to tears."

"I'm leaving the opportunity for you, Brother Hong."

Su Yuan smiled and teased: "Quick, rush up and tell her you will protect her. My brother Hong is the "Torch Burning in the Eternal Night". Isn't pinching a little ghost like pinching a chicken? Well... I can pinch it with my hands."

"Hahahahahahahaha! "Ye Haoyu suddenly thought of something, covered his stomach and laughed, pounding the table while laughing: "Hand on the handle, hahaha..."

"What are you laughing at?" Qi Yinhong gritted his teeth.

"It's okay... I just thought of something happy."