Ling Ye naturally didn't miss this incident, bent down, holding the dagger that was still dripping blood in his right hand, his chest rose and fell a little violently, and his breathing was accompanied by bursts of coughing.

The changes in front of me are not the end, and when Ling Ye is guarding against everyone, he is not resting.

In just two seconds, Ling Ye had already squatted down, and the dagger in his hand cut through the bright red head flowing on the ground.

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them, and watched Ling Ye's gaze change.

Ling Ye didn't care, the strong smell of blood filled this space. The music teacher was the first to act, he rushed over and shot at Ling Ye, who dodged away.

An inexplicable voice sounded in my ears: "Do you think... Is the headmaster dead..."His gaze fell on Ling Ye's body faintly: "Now, it's the real hell." ”

Ling Ye squinted at the music teacher, and before she could understand anything, the dark night sky, a bright moon hanging high seemed to be surprised, hiding in the clouds.

When the darkness fell, the night sky was as calm as the serenity before the storm.

The black curtain was soaked in blood, and the bright moon dodging in the sky reappeared, which had turned into a blood-colored feast.

Everyone who watched this change looked at the music teacher who was the first to speak, "What's going on?" ”

The music teacher looked at everyone: "Why do you think everything revolves around the principal, why do we suddenly have the ability to be indifferent and ghostly, why is the school suddenly isolated..."

The music teacher smiled, his face sad but hideous, and his eyes fell on the headmaster on the ground: "In the beginning, the headmaster I knew was not like this, he was a very good person.

It's just that... When he changed, I understood that he was not 'him'. ”

"What do you mean by that?" Red eyes looked at the music teacher's gaze with hatred.

The music teacher looked at these eyes, still with a warm smile: "Don't you understand yet?" It's all principals, but it's not 'principals'. Because, he is possessed by a demon.

Otherwise, why do you think that the dead are alive again? Why can the gates of hell be opened at will? We should have died, but we are alive and well..."

When everyone heard this, their eyes dodged, but they believed the music teacher's words: "How do you know? ”

"I'm a witness." The music teacher looked at the distorted space of the void, raised his finger there, and muttered in a low voice, "The gates of hell are beckoning to us, telling us that hell is about to descend on earth..."

Midnight: ......

This newbie quest is a bit pitfall.

glanced at Lin Qian next to her, her face showed solemnity, and she glanced at No. 2 on the side, the smile on her face also subsided a little, and the hand holding the handle of the fan tightened.

Midnight: "That's... Are we waiting for death? ”

"Is it terrible to die? The terrible thing is that here, you die, but your soul still can't escape the restraint, and you are tortured in hell, but you can only bear it, because you are already dead, and if you die again, it will be a soul that is scattered. The music teacher said lightly.

Ling Ye didn't answer, and glanced at the condensation speed of the Hell Gate, which was already vaguely shaped.

Ling Ye turned to look at the music teacher, and said softly with thin lips, "Then what if we kill you all before the gates of hell open?" ”

Ling Ye's voice fell, without giving anyone time to react, his eyes were calm and he stood on tiptoe without any emotion, and rushed to the music teacher's position with his strength, raised his hand, and held the dagger directly at the music teacher's heart.

The music teacher reacted, was stunned for a moment and shook his head with a smile, "You don't want to die, but I also don't want to be tortured in hell." ”

If it weren't for hell, he might be...

This thought was just fleeting, avoiding Ling Ye's oncoming dagger and grabbing Ling Ye's shoulder with his big hand.

The two of them fought, and when the people next to them heard Ling Ye's words, they glanced at the distorted sky, and also rushed towards the old man and the others.

One of them must die, or as the music teacher said, continue to be tortured after death.

The space becomes more and more distorted, from a vague shape to a corner outline.

The bigger the midnight attack, the sharper and trickier it is, the two of you come and go, and you don't let each other go. Ling Ye squinted his eyes, seeing the opportunity, Ling Ye used his mental power again, and took the opportunity to cut the dagger in his hand through half of the music teacher's head.

In an instant, the music teacher was young and bloody, and his brain burst out...

When the music teacher fell to the ground, Ling Ye straightened up, looked at the person on the ground with complicated eyes, moved his lips, wanted to ask something, and pursed his lips without saying a word when he looked at the curvature of the corner of the music teacher's lips.

She seemed to understand that when Ling Ye was using her mental power just now, although she successfully attacked the other party. But if the music teacher fights back, even if he still dies, he will definitely seriously injure himself, or even die together.

But he didn't... Instead, he showed a bitter smile. At the end, she thought, he remembered himself as a teacher.

Everyone has the right to live, but when the other party was going to die, he did not pull himself to be buried.

These thoughts seemed like a long time, but in fact, it took Ling Ye less than three seconds to figure it out. And the body did not stop rushing to the other opponent.

There are four, five or six people in the middle, they are unarmed, and they are the existence of cannon fodder.

Ling Ye had a guess when she saw Number Two kill them, but because Number Two was so fast, she only had time to kill the last person.

It was supposed to be time to clear the field next, but when I saw the situation, I couldn't help but be stunned.

The face and the dormitory aunt were opposite, the old man looked at each other with red eyes, and finally the old man smiled and said, "We don't want to go to hell either, so... Do it. ”

The old man rushed to Ling Ye's position after the words fell, and the dormitory manager aunt looked at the face for the last time, flashed a moment of reluctance, and then rushed towards Lin Qian.

Ling Ye looked at the old man who rushed over, he still had a smile on his face, like a kind elder, but he was not kind to Ling Ye's action.

No. 2 glanced at the two of them, and finally went to Lin Qian's side.

When the two of them fought, the outline of the gate of hell was already obvious, and they were about to open the door, and the door that closed was faintly revealing a gap.

Ling Ye didn't really want to use his mental power, it was one thing to be unskilled, the key was that these people were not ordinary people, and if they affected his thoughts, he would be somewhat backlashed.

It's just that there is no way to fight, frowning, his face is already pale, dark color flashes in his eyes, and his gaze falls on the old man.

The old man paused, Ling Ye made a move in an instant, bright red came into view again, and used his mental power again and again, Ling Ye's throat was fishy, and the smell of blood in his mouth spread, and he pursed his lips tightly, and a line of bright red still overflowed from the corners of his lips.

The old man stabbed him from the center of his eyebrows, and fell straight down, and the last glance before he died was the position of the red eyes that he looked at, with the most sincere smile on the corner of his lips.

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