No. 5 quickly couldn't cover her mouth, black blood spurted out of her with a violent cough, she trembled and tried to take the protective amulet from the bag, but only "touched" a powder.

At the same time, the situation on No. 6 was the same. The shocking black blood dripped down his arm, and the situation seemed to be at stake.

"I found it, found it!"

No. 10 finally found a few black "color" "medicine" pills, pressed the raging tears and stuffed the "medicine" pills into the mouths of No. 5 and No. 6, they shook so hard that they could not touch the position, and finally saw the person and the person. He swallowed the blood and took a deep breath.

Tang Xinjue and Jiang Lan's dormitory had already taken out the treatment "medicine" at the first time, and they did not dare to give it rashly because they did not know the specific situation. After a few seconds, the girl stopped coughing, holding back a trace of blood on her pale face, temporarily saving her life from the gate of hell.

...

"What the hell just happened?"

After helping the injured girl to a place free of dust, several people were finally able to ask this question.

For a moment, everyone even thought that the dust in the air was poisonous, but they quickly ruled out this possibility.

Everyone inhaled the dust, but only 5 and 6 were injured. There must be other reasons.

Sister No. 5 is no longer coughing, but she is too weak to speak, so she can only take the initiative to lift up, and No. 10 will help them roll up their sleeves, exposing their fleshy wrists.

The man's white wrist seemed to have drawn a circle with some kind of sharp blade, and the flesh and blood turned inside and outside the wound that could be seen deep in the bone.

As soon as everyone recognized it, this was the position where the red thread that was entangled before was strangled!

No. 10 also rolled up her sleeves. She had the same injury on her wrist, but it was not as deep as anyone else's. She said in a low voice: "We have already taken out the red thread, but it seems that something is still cutting in the wound... Before we felt like a shield, it was only after the black "color" "liquid" splashed on the body that we felt it. pain."

Everyone gasped.

They immediately checked the place where their own red line was cut, but found that the injury was still a shallow red mark, and there was no mutation like the three people in dormitory No. 5.

At this time, No. 10 swayed slightly, and was about to slide down against the wall. Zheng Wanqing, who was next to him, quickly hugged her, and was afraid that her fist ability would not be able to control her, so she quickly asked, "The medicine you just gave me. Where is it?"

No. 10 Qi Ruoyu: "The protective cover is broken, the "medicine", there is only one left of the "medicine", it has just finished..."

She didn't cough like the others, but she couldn't stop bleeding from her nostrils and mouth, her expression contorted with pain, and she twitched and grabbed her neck, as if trying to prevent something from spitting out.

After a short while, the girl's body suddenly bounced up, she knelt on the ground in a nearly fully folded position, and vomited with a wow.

The blood in the front is still red, and the back is completely black and liquid, and then there are chunks of viscous unknown substances, as if sticking to the viscous internal organs.

Tang Xinjue grabbed her and forcibly pulled her up to stop vomiting. As soon as she touched the cold body of No. 10, her heart sank sharply: the girl's ribs seemed to have been crushed by something. What was wriggling, twitching and rolling up was the broken internal organs of the girl.

In an emergency, Jiang Lan found a golden ball that was only the size of a fingernail, took out a red pellet from it and stuffed it into No. 10's mouth.

She didn't have time to explain until she finished stuffing her stuff: "My 'medicine' should be of the same type just now, and they can last for a while in an endangered situation."

Sure enough, as Jiang Lan said, No. 10's twitching body calmed down, and he no longer spit out scattered organs. After his pupils returned to focus, he looked up at No. 5 and No. 6 with difficulty, as if to say something.

With the help of everyone, she finally struggled, and gestured: "I forgot later, take my powers and give them to them...they will have a second rule..."

Before finishing the rest of the sentence, No. 10 held his wrist and arched his waist in pain. Tang Xinjue quickly caught it and saw the red shadow flashing across the wound.

It's the red line!

On the 10th, haven't they removed the red thread, how could there be such a thing in the injury?

Seemingly in extreme pain, No. 10 fluttered wildly, and Tang Xinjue next to her quickly discovered a problem: the injury on No. 10 was getting deeper and deeper. And this change seems to be accompanied by 10's activity - the more vigorously she moves, the faster the injury worsens.

In contrast, No. 5 and No. 6, who had already fallen into a semi-conscious 'comatose' on the other side, could hardly see any changes due to their wrist injuries because they were motionless. After capturing this information, everyone immediately controlled No. 10's movements. Keke opened her mouth and was about to speak out, but Tang Xinjue stopped her.

Tang Xinjue nodded quickly, "I'll try it."

She unfolded the mental power surging in her mind, mobilized them to the side of No. 10, and then covered and spread it little by little.

Under the mental status column, the blue light that belonged to [Spiritual Connection] gradually faded away and turned into a pale white again.

[Mind Control (Level 2): ​​All influences exerted on the mind must eventually return to the mind. Influence on others is also the basis of control. ]

Among the others, No. 10 seemed to be suddenly comforted by some sort of convulsion, and finally fell into a coma.

In a place that only Tang Xinjue could see, she withdrew some of the thin mental energy she had consumed after a lap, and lifted it wearily: "Help me control No. 5 and No. 6."

Their life-saving "medicine" can no longer be maintained for another round, and it is necessary to ensure that the three of them can hold on for as long as possible before they can find a way to rescue and cure them.

After the three mental effects were over, Tang Xinjue told everyone what they had just seen. They immediately carefully checked the wounds on the three wrists, and sure enough, they caught a glimpse of the red line in the deepest part.

"This thread will still move!" Guo Guo exclaimed in a low voice, enduring the numbness in her scalp to remind everyone.

"Did the red thread get into their injuries?"

Jiang Lan came to the most likely guess.

Tang Xinjue shook his head: "No, the red lines they keep in the bag haven't decreased."

When evacuating from the male dormitory, she remembered the number of red threads carried by everyone, including the number 5 trio. Now that there is no discrepancy after checking them one by one, how did the red lines in the wrists of the three come from?

Is it...

A more frightening thought popped out of everyone's mind.

"Could it be that it grew out of the body?"

five minutes later.

Excluding all possibilities, they can only get the final answer:

The red line really grew out of the wounds of the three girls.

Heart No. 7, the only one who is good at dealing with injuries with daggers, pokes open the flesh in their wounds, and draws down the direction of the red line. The deeper they pick, the more serious everyone looks.

——No matter how terrifying the flesh turned, there was not the slightest bit of blood flowing out.

It seems that the bones and flesh that make up the arms have no blood vessels, and instead are... red lines.

A red thread picked out from the sharp point.

But that's not enough. As time passed, everyone clearly felt that the changes in the three girls' bodies became more and more obvious. Even the flesh that came up from the wound became dry and curly, and their vitality seemed to be continuously drawn from a certain force until it was completely exhausted.

No. 7 took the knife, "If I continue, her arm will be useless."

Her eyes were red, and her voice came from between her teeth.

No one could laugh.

The three companions who had just fought on their shoulders were dying in front of them, but there was nothing they could do.

After a moment, Tang Xinjue opened, and the voice broke the silence:

"Keep hitting the wall."

When the sound fell, she had already stood up. She picked up the heavy hammer and started to destroy it. The wall paint quickly became torn apart, and cracks spread down. Along with the cracks, black "color" and "liquid" appeared at the same time.

However, this time, before the black "color" and "liquid" condensed into a monster, Tang Xinjue had once again smashed the wall with his hammer, and the entire wall was sealed as soon as he dropped the frozen three-foot talisman.

With a few heavy blows, the frosted wall was torn apart, and together with the black "color" and "liquid" that had frozen into icicles, it was divided into countless pieces that could not be gathered together.

Everyone reacted one after another: Yes, now the only way to save No. 5 and others is to clear the customs at the fastest speed!

Just when they mustered up their energy to continue, they saw Tang Xinjue crouched down and held a piece of ice, melted the black "color" and "liquid" in their hearts, and then sprinkled it on their wrists.

"?"

In the next second, Tang Xinjue wiped off the black "color" and "liquid", and there was an extra wound nearly half a centimeter deep on the wrist where there were only light red marks!

"They didn't find the injury in advance because their perception was paralyzed."

Tang Xinjue said coldly, "We are the same."