At this moment, the reactions of the ghosts inside the wall and the people outside the wall cannot be said to be more exciting.

Across the dusty blurred vision, a few boys subconsciously drew their weapons following the shout of the first one, and the girls in the room quickly retreated in a defensive posture, and the atmosphere and time were tense.

Guo Guo was "forced" and shouted: "Wait? We are not bosses? Are you not candidates?"

The boy who shouted before reacted quickly: "Everyone, be careful, these bosses are not bad, they deliberately tricked us to relax their vigilance, don't rush in... ehhh? How did you get in, Brother Shi?!"

A tall and slender boy stepped sideways from behind him, walked into the admissions office first, and said calmly, "They're not ghosts... at least not the ones standing here."

"You were also taken away? It's over, let's wait to die."

The boy put down the shovel in despair, but found that the "boss" in the room did not attack him. When the smoke cleared, a row of looks belonging to young girls appeared.

Boy: "???"

Just as he was stunned, a big hand covered in black paint suddenly protruded from the ground, grabbing at his legs at a very high speed! Before the boy could react, the hammer arrived faster than the support of his teammates, and the ghost hand was smashed into black mud in the blink of an eye.

Tang Xinjue picked up the hammer and nodded to him: "Male student?"

The fussing inch-headed boy: "...you, are you really not a monster?"

Zheng Wanqing, who came over, raised her right arm and punched, the fist blowing from the boy's suddenly widened eyes, and fell heavily on the hands of the new ghosts quietly formed in the air: "Of course not! We are female students, and you Let's fight monsters together!"

Zheng Wanqing pointed to the corner of the wall where the Dean of Academic Affairs tried to hide her figure, "Here, are you there? The real boss of the Academic Affairs Office is over there."

She and Tang Xinjue didn't come here to explain their identities. They didn't care about the short-headed boy who was full of question marks. At the same time, they pulled up No. 7, who was trapped in black paint, and smashed all the ghost hands that were entangled in her. Help No. 7 regains feeling in both legs.

The boy who came first also took the hand, and when No. 7 stood up, he turned his head and walked towards the Dean of Academic Affairs with a clear goal.

The dean of education seemed to know him, and his face turned pale immediately: "Students who don't obey the school spirit...you have violated the rules! You will be punished the most severely! You will regret it for the rest of your life, you you you..."

The boy really stopped.

The Dean of Education did not expect that his threat would really be useful, and was overjoyed to continue when he felt a chill on the top of his scalp.

"Hee hee hee……"

"Gluck cluck..."

The girl's malicious laughter drifted into her ears, as if it was right next to her... The Dean of Education raised her head to a bruised and swollen face.

It fell from the roof in a dangling manner, and grinned at the corner of its mouth less than ten centimeters above its head: "It's been a while, Director Zhang. Do you still remember who I am?"

The first scream since the room opened, and finally the first shot was fired in the dean's collapse.

The ceiling barrier was shattered, the walls and floors turned into thick slurry, and the hell of evil spirits reappeared in the world.

Countless girls who died in miserable state climbed into the house, grabbed the Dean of the Academic Affairs with open hands, narrated unforgettable memories, and kindly let the other party experience what they had suffered.

The howling wind made the room almost untenable, Tang Xinjue grabbed his roommate's hand. The top priority now is to get rid of the ghost hands of crazy attacks and not be dragged to the ground by them. Others also searched for a place to stay. Fortunately, the experience of fighting with black "color" and "liquid" all day has given them skilled combat skills, and they can walk among ghost hands without falling behind.

But for the male dormitory candidates who had just entered the room, the situation was not so optimistic.

"Brother Shi, wait for me...Fuck! What is this? Why are there so many?"

"Obviously this is a variant of the boss's black blood." The companion explained a few words to the inch-headed boy, but saw the inch-headed boy open his mouth to the ceiling again: "Oh, I'm a big grass, these are all ghosts, right? How to compare How many perverts are there in the student union??”

"Student Council?"

The female sleeping ghost, who had already been staring at the dean of the school, was aroused by the special term, and the neck creaked 180 degrees, and two bloody tears flowed from the dark eye sockets: "What did you say?"

Boy with an inch head: "...Sorry, I didn't say anything."

"The student union stabbed me in the eye and starved me out of a cupboard full of food...I'm going to find them, where are they?"

The blind female ghost approached step by step with blood and tears, and the inch-headed boy did not dare to attack rashly, so he could only ask for help from the female dormitory candidate who was here: "Who can help me, what is the situation!"

There were a group of ghosts above, a group of ghosts underground, and there were still ghosts in the middle, and another wave of girls who claimed to be candidates suddenly appeared... He was going crazy!

Daoqing's gentle female voice came from nearby: "Just tell the truth."

Frightened, he asked Tang Xinjue, "Tell me the truth?"

"That's right." Tang Xinjue smashed a ghost's hand with a hammer that was thicker than his thigh, and the black "color" and "liquid" splashed on the passing female ghost. Cuntou's pupils shrank, but he was stunned to find that the female ghost didn't "show" the murderous "color", just wiped it in disgust, and continued to climb to the dean of the faculty.

Cun Tou didn't know if he was fooled by this stupid copy, and he felt strangely that these female ghosts did not seem to be hostile to the candidates, but how could it be possible?

The tragic ending of the men's dormant battle rushed into his mind, and his head was agitated, but he slowly raised the shovel, ready to fight to the death with the girl ghost who had turned into a ghost in front of him at any time.

"Han Ying."

At this moment, the "Brother Shi" who had been called finally turned his head and calmly called out the name of the short-headed boy: "Don't attack, communicate with them."

"what?"

"These female... ghosts have no ill intentions towards us, and it can be said that their main malice is not on us." The boy lowered his eyes and turned the rectangular metal object in his hand, "The exams are different for different people. "

For them, the extremely vicious ghosts may not be the same for another wave of candidates. They benefit from the battlefields that others have opened up, and they have to abide by the rules of others.

Han Ying scratched his head suspiciously, and tentatively said to the ghost of the blind girl: "Then I said, the student council was sent to kill us. We killed us in the punishment room just now, but it may not have died. If you are serious If you want revenge, just go next door?"

The girl ghost turned her head, and a gust of wind really blew into the next door, and many ghosts rushed in, and in a short while, a few screaming afterimages were dragged out, which were the ghosts of the student union that had not yet dispersed.

"Hee hee hee, none of them can run away, everyone must be neat and tidy."

More and more ghosts entered the room, the dean's screams became stronger, and the dying ghosts became more and more mad.

Tang Xinjue had just helped Guo Guo break free from a round of attacks when he heard the hysterical scream of the Dean of Education:

"Don't kill me! Help me! I will repay you, I will pay you a reward that will definitely satisfy you—"

Tang Xinjue turned his head, and the three of Zhang You also looked back: "What's wrong?"

Tang Xinjue: "Did you hear the voice?"

The roommate was even more stunned: "What sound, I didn't hear it."

Asking Jiang Lan and others with the same question, they all shook their heads. They could only hear howling and howling, but not begging for mercy.

In Tang Xinjue's hearing, the Dean of Academic Affairs was still persuading, constantly emphasizing how precious the gift he gave would be, even if the students and ghosts could save a fortune for a hundred years.

"Is it?"

"Brother Shi", who was quietly watching now in front of it, suddenly made a sound. The sound was fleeting in the air, and it seemed to be accompanied by a short chuckle.

Tang Xinjue suddenly realized that this person could also hear the voice of the Dean of Education. And among all the people present, it seemed that only the two of them could hear.

The dean of the faculty still didn't give up: "Don't you want it? Your friend should be happy, right? I can feel his life is being passed on. You can't save people in time. If I die, he will die!"

The boy shook his head: "I don't need to make a deal with you if I want to take your things. I didn't come to make a deal with you after waiting so long."

The dean's expression changed drastically, and in his snarling screams, the ghost hands that were broken by the students were spliced ​​and merged one by one, turning into a flat giant human skin clinging to the wall. This piece of human skin wriggled and tried to wrap the whole house, as if swallowing them into the belly, pulling everyone to death before their own demise.

"This boss is more difficult than I thought."

With the help of Jiang Lan, Keke walked to Tang Xinjue's side, gasped and said, "Cooperation?"

Tang Xinjue understood.

The field was temporarily handed over to Zheng Wanqing, Zhang You and others to control, Tang Xinjue let go of his hands and concentrated his energy, guiding them to Keke little by little.

Keke's physique is already very strong, but because of her supernatural powers and no restrictions, each use will consume a lot of energy and enter a long period of weakness. So a copy is either not used at all, or used only once.

If you want to use it again without damaging the foundation of life... unless you use some method to replenish the consumed spirit.

And Tang Xinjue, who masters mental abilities, can do just that.

The black lacquer human skin continued to be swallowed, and the male dormitory candidates quickly joined the battlefield after they figured out the situation. They were able to figure out the truth: anyone with a human figure in this room is an immobile friendly army, and anyone without a human figure is a monster , only the dean, the biggest blame, is dead, and everything can be solved.

And when everything is settled...

Keke opened her eyes, bloodshot eyes appeared due to the extra infusion of mental power, but this was no longer her concern now.

She spoke softly:

"Seeing is false, and words are believing. From now on, the damage of student ghosts will increase greatly, and the dying struggle will be meaningless."

"You are about to die."

Whether it is a human identity or a ghost identity, whether in reality or a game, the real disappearance and death.

The Dean of Education was already dead, and what they had to do was to fast-forward the process.

The dean's eyes popped.

It can no longer be seen in human form, and there is only a nearly transparent skin on its body, which has become extremely tattered due to the gathering of all the students' miserable lives. It opened its mouth silently, wanting to make a final curse with malice.

The boy surnamed Shi, who had been silent, suddenly raised the metal in his hand, and a large amount of mist was sprayed out of it, and others knew that it was a spray can.

Covered by fog, the Dean of Education became hoarse and could no longer speak. However, at this time, the female ghosts gathered around it stopped attacking.

It seems that the power of the right and wrong falls on them, and the ghosts look at each other and the human girls at the same time.

Keke has been supported to sit on the ground, and Tang Xinjue nodded to them.

So the ghosts also laughed, and the hideous figure disappeared into the air.

The next second, the young and complete figure came out.

The girls and ghosts have turned into their former appearances. Some are wearing dresses, some are wearing denim clothes, and some are wearing hanfu and rucks. They are embarrassed to adjust the hairpins on their heads... can tell from the luggage and backpacks, it seems that this is the first time they came to school. scene.

The ghost of a girl in this state, the dean of the school is even more afraid than the ghost, her eyes are madly rolling in fear, but her body is motionless. It couldn't move.

The students who came to "enroll" also seemed to have discovered the existence of the Dean of Academic Affairs. They came over with novelty and nervousness and asked, "Is this the Red Heart Academy?"

The dean of education wanted to deny it, but his mouth opened uncontrollably, rustling: "Yes."

"That's great, that's what we're looking for..."

The girls laughed.

They picked up the hard pen and contract paper, and said to the dean: "Our enrollment contract can no longer be amended, so we have to sign the graduation contract. It's hard work for teachers."

Classmate Jiang stepped out of the crowd. She was wearing youthful sportswear, she raised her ponytail behind her shoulders, and then smiled and held a pen to stab it hard.

"The soul of the teacher is just used to get us to sign."

"Don't, don't—"

Tang Xinjue watched from a distance with a calm gaze: "Director Zhang, from the moment you were pulled into the game and turned into ghosts, you should have foreseen today's scene."

The girls on both sides grabbed the Dean's arms under the screams of the Dean, and then pulled hard, tearing the Dean in half like tearing a piece of paper, and the visceral bones covered in black "color" and "liquid" grumbled out. It fell to the ground, and the skin was torn into countless pieces, and the names of the students were densely signed.

The black paint that covered the room collapsed and turned into the most ordinary pus, without the slightest attack power.

Tired of obsession, and finally got paid.

Zhang You reminded: "We still need a health check before we leave the copy."

Sanitary inspections require approval from the Academic Affairs Office or the Student Union dormitory, and now that they are all dead, the authority has naturally shifted.

The girl ghosts clapped their hands and laughed: "It's not easy!"

They tore off a piece of the dean's skin at will, and the skin turned into a whiteboard. Jiang wrote:

[917 dormitory hygiene inspection: full marks! ]

The male student hurriedly said, "And us!"

Classmate Jiang glanced: "Trouble, wait for me to find another piece of skin..."

Where no one was paying attention, the tall and thin boy walked to the bubbling place where the viscera was piled up and started rummaging inside.

Tang Xinjue felt that his arm was pulled by No. 7, and the girl was expressionless: "After the ghost boss is completely killed, the props will be exploded. Whoever can get it will have it."

They saw the flesh and blood to clear the level, and they couldn't let the male bed swallow the extra rewards.

When the girls looked over, the male student's scalp tightened, and the short-headed boy immediately cleared the relationship: "You have to snatch and Shigan! We just want to wait for the customs clearance to bring the injured roommate back, you 1v1solo don't affect us!"

Most of the people in the dormitories on both sides were exhausted by this time, and they all depended on willpower to support them without shock, and they couldn't stand any more introversion.

No. 7 decisively: "I can't beat him."

Her estimate of strength is accurate.

Tang Xinjue also had the same attitude towards others.

Jiang Lan said bluntly: "If there is only one dormitory among us to get the reward, it should be you. Only you have the spare energy to fight."

"..." Tang Xinjue smiled: "Thank you."

Before the sound fell, she had flashed to the body of the dean of academic affairs, and at the moment when the organs exploded, she took away a few things that fell out of it!

The boy was not surprised that someone came to fight, but he didn't expect that the speed was really fast. Even if he has already taken the lead, he has only grabbed half of it.

He reached out to grab it without hesitation, and Tang Xinjue also patted it with his backhand.

The boy held a bottle of blood and a pen, while Tang Xinjue held a bundle of red thread and a piece of yellow paper.

There are four props hidden in the body of the dean of academic affairs, no wonder they are protected by layers to the end.

When the boy got up, he didn't want to give up the remaining two, and the spray sprayed out of the props in his hand immediately. Tang Xinjue had already held his breath to prepare, but he still smelled a strange smell——

It is not fragrant, but a bit pungent green tea smell.

But as the fog filled the air, nothing happened around him, even with mental power. Tang Xinjue frowned: "Are you purifying the air?"

Boy: "..."

He didn't expect such a result. His unclear face raised his eyebrows in surprise amid the mist and dust. At the same time, he quickly shook the prop in his hand, and the "liquid" was sprayed out. The blue "color" "liquid" condensed in the air into a chilling ice cone, which was avoided by Tang Xinjue and plunged into the ground and quickly turned into a thin film, which was firmly fixed on nearly square meters, and the black "color" "liquid" involved on the ground. 』The body is also evaporated instantaneously under the film.

The opponent's hand is a power tool that integrates attack and defense, and Tang Xinjue is clear. Except for the peculiar use of spray, the other attributes must be very strong, so there is confidence in fighting for it.

It's a pity that the toilet bowl is not in hand now. Tang Xinjue put the props into the storage ring and held the hammer in both hands.

The boy's eyes paused on the huge hammer with great visual impact: "..."

He didn't know why Tang Xinjue was immune to the spray. After weighing the situation, he did not continue to attack, but said, "I want these items. If you don't need them, I can exchange them with other items."

Tang Xinjue smiled: "When I see these props, I will have them."

Whether it was the red thread or the yellow paper, it reminded her of something, and she also vaguely understood why the boy was so obsessed with these dropped items.

The voices of the two are warm and peaceful, and the conversation sounds peaceful, almost like old friends chatting - if you ignore the weapons in their hands.

Perhaps the air was filled with spray water vapor, which just wiped away the dust that had been floating around, and everyone finally saw each other's appearance clearly.

The boy's eyes fell on Tang Xinjue's face, and he was stunned: "...Tang Xinjue?"

Tang Xinjue frowned upon hearing this.

She remembered that Cuntou called the boy "Shigan", but she didn't remember knowing anyone with that name.

The boy's face was by no means the type that was obscured by everyone. Tang Xinjue briefly scanned his memory to confirm that he did not know him.

When Shigan wanted to say something, the female ghost suddenly took a new whiteboard: "It's done!"

"You go back and hang the board in a random corridor outside the bedroom, it means that the inspection is passed and you can leave!"

The other female ghosts chirped: "Let's go, let's go, we're going too!"

"We're leaving too, really?"

"That's right!"

"Great!"

The female ghosts chatted with each other beamingly, completely ignoring the existence of the candidates.

At the same time, a strange boy with an anxious face ran out of the hole connecting the other room: "Old Gong can't hold it anymore!"

When Shigan's face changed, he turned around and rushed back with the other boys. On the girl's side, everyone also helped the number 5 and a few people to leave.

The two sides met for a short time, and they separated in a hurry before they had time to communicate too much, and went their separate ways to clear the customs.

"Let's go." Tang Xinjue stopped thinking and followed behind his roommate.

The black and red doors reopened when they came, stepped into the familiar corridor, and hung up the notice board, No. 5 suddenly shouted: "Right! I haven't told you our names yet!"

Tang Xinjue turned his head in response, and weightlessness and darkness rushed towards his face in an instant.