Today's No. 3 Experimental Middle School greeted the night in chaos.

He An stepped on the bus on the way back, and fell into deep thought on the swaying night scene.

In one day, three people died in the school.

Chen Maoqiang in the morning, the daredevils who fell from the fourth floor in the afternoon, and the unlucky ones who fell down the stairs after school at night.

Although He An already knew what was going on with them, he also had to sigh that life was so fragile.

Like the last unlucky one, he hurried downstairs as usual, not in the slightest sadness at the death of his two companions.

In the middle of the chase and fighting, facing only five steps left, he jumped down as usual, wanting to give some "surprise" to the passing girls.

As a result, his feet slipped, and the back of his head hit the ground, and in this way, he went from surprise to shock.

What a ridiculous way to die, worthless.

He An retracted his gaze, and he realized that he did not sympathize with the three people today at all.

In He An's heart, they grew like savagery, wantonly trampling on the self-esteem of the weak.

Using youth and frivolity as a shield, he does cruel things that adults can't do.

Therefore, they were born like weeds and died like ashes, and they did not leave any good thing in the world except pain.

He Anyou shook his head invisibly in the crowd, and he realized when he had become so cruel and able to look at life and death so confidently.

Has it been since he joined this battle royale system, or has it been because the night's sleep has left him with something missing from his heart?

It may also be that he has personally experienced the duel between life and death, and the ethics and morals that he has worked hard to maintain in the past have finally been overcome by the deepest desire to survive and become out of control.

"Hey, did you hear about it, a few students died today."

"Really, really, how did you die, eh, it's so cruel, I can't bear to listen to it, hey, you said."

He An was attracted by the words of two migrant workers around him, that is, two working women in their thirties.

The younger one talks about the news he heard today, while the older one makes a sad look from time to time, and then turns all the way from these tragedies to children's education to the latest film and television dramas.

Sure enough, He quietly watched the two people in front of him, feeling that he had seen the situation in the world more deeply.

For everything today, the only one worthy of pity is Tong Vortex, who is the source of the tragedy, and summons the system in despair with the attitude of ending together.

And then no one knows about that, and that's the saddest thing.

With a lot of things on his mind, He An got out of the car and went home.

In the slowly rising elevator, looking at his reflection in the thick of the night, he suddenly realized that he should worry more about himself than about others.

It's only been a few days since the last duel, so when will the next duel come? And next time? Whether more showdowns await ahead.

He An knows that he has a few pounds and a few taels, just like playing a battle game, even if he feels good, he can't guarantee that he can survive every round of duel safely.

And if he dies quietly one day, will anyone really be sad about it?

With the sound of a bell, the elevator door slowly opened, interrupting He An's contemplation by the way.

The elevator is just a few meters away from the door.

However, under the illumination of the silver-white light, this small space is so cold and quiet, like He An's life spent alone for so many years.

After all, does anyone really care about themselves?

With this in mind, He An pressed the electronic lock on the door.

With the crisp sound of unlocking, He An unexpectedly found that when he opened the door today, there was no welcome sound from the machinery in the past.

He slowly opened the door, and found that the room was pitch black, and a little moonlight entered the hall coldly, allowing him to vaguely see a pitch-black figure standing in it.

“Saber？” He An blurted out.

However, the black shadow did not respond to this, which reminded He An of what Saber had said before:

"This kind of defenseless abode is simply a paradise for Assassin activities!"

For a moment, the desire to survive was chattering in his head like a demon's whisper, making He An plan to drop everything and go back.

At this time, the elevator was still parked on the top floor, just a few meters away from me.

However, He An looked around, but finally determined his steps and stepped into the house.

Because Saber is still here!

He can not be remembered or cared for, but after walking in the world for so long, there are still a few people who have a lot of weight in his heart, such as the night, such as Yuehua, such as Saber, who should be in the house now!

"Who are you?"

The blood burned in He An'an, and he felt the evil aura emanating from the black shadow.

That's the power that is enough to kill people, and then that's it, the more He An has to move forward, the more he wants to rescue Saber, as long as there is the slightest possibility, even if he can give everything to him!

"You're guts." The black shadow finally made a sound, it was a neutral voice without a trace of emotion, which made He An feel a chill in his back when he heard it.

The black shadow raised his right hand in the darkness, and his index finger flashed with black light, and under the light of this mysterious power, the indoor electric light flashed with a ghostly light.

Surrounded by these lights, He An finally saw the black shadow in front of him, which was a ruthless warrior with black armor all over his body.

A black ominous thread circled in front of him, and a sword with black and red stood in front of him like a tombstone.

This is a weird character who should only appear in horror legends, but after showing his figure, He An let down his guard and defense.

“Saber？”

Looking at the all-too-familiar black-armored Saber in front of him, He An exhaled a long breath.

"Well, I knew that no matter what form I was, I couldn't fool you." The black-armored warrior breathed a hint of speech from under his mask, as if he was a little frustrated by the failure to scare He An.

"What do you think, make these things." He An raised his hand to turn on the light as he spoke.

The lights in his house are voice-activated, but they can also be turned on directly with a switch.

As a result, after several operations, he suddenly found that all the lights in the house were out of control.

When he looked back, he realized that all the light bulbs were covered with an ominous black light.

And Saber, who was in full armor, still looked ready to attack.

This strange scene couldn't help but make He An think of a word that made him uneasy: "Runaway!" ”

Could it be that Saber can't stand the corrosion and is completely out of control?

Ho Ann was desperate to find a way to get Saber back to normal.

He thought of various options in just a few seconds, and finally, in a flash of lightning, he remembered the S-shaped mark engraved on his right hand.

It was supposed to be the spell left behind by the night, and it was enough power to subdue Saber!

As soon as He An thought about it, his right hand immediately bloomed with bursts of light, and faintly, an S-shaped spell composed of three strokes flashed on the back of his right hand.

He An couldn't help but feel a lot more relieved.

It's just that when the mark was fully revealed, He An was surprised to find that the original blood-red spell also emitted a true black light.

"Hehe, face me, Master!" As soon as the words fell, the black sword shone brighter, directly flooding the entire room.