"The White Night Festival is over."

The old man announced, raising his hand as if to raise the curtain on the last game. Xiang Nanxing had a flash of inspiration until this time, and finally reacted to the meaning of "double kill".

"Two games at the same time?" He looked at Huang Lao in surprise, "Just when the winner is decided on my side, is the game over there?" ”

It was not difficult for him to imagine that if Huang Lao proposed to play the fifth game in advance, the masked man actually had no reason to refuse. Before Xiang Nanxing won the fourth game, the player's side was the lagging side, and even if he won, the total score became 2-2, which was also a draw, and it always depended on the fifth game to divide the final victory. For him, a battle with Huang Lao was inevitable no matter what, so it was better to start it sooner, so as not to drag on the situation on the island to change, and then it might be even more tricky.

But judging from Huang Lao's appearance at this time, the result of this game is ......

"Who won?" Xiang Nanxing couldn't help but ask.

Huang Lao smiled. He showed the shocking large blood stains on his clothes, and said sarcastically, "What do you think? ”

The bright red blood had dyed his black suit a dark red color, and if you got closer, you could smell the faint smell of blood on it. But if you look closely, Huang Lao's clothes are not damaged, and he doesn't look like he was injured when he walks. And his still ruddy face at this time did not look like the man who had lost a lot of blood at all.

Well, the answer is just around the corner.

"It's over, Xiang Nanxing."

Jiang Liang said and slowly stood up. He sorted out the wooden signs scattered in front of him, stacking them neatly aside. "You've tried hard enough, and one of your companions has done everything she can, and in this game, I did lose to the situation that the two of you combined to create." "But that's the end of it." Huang Liang's dream-like great victory will eventually wake up. ”

Jiang Liang approached him and stopped when he was almost close to each other. He had slender limbs, taller than Xiang Nanxing, and his chin was almost as high as the latter's forehead. Then he looked at Xiang Nanxing's eyes condescendingly, and said word by word: "In the final analysis, if you are not strong enough, you can't do it." ”

"Not strong enough...... Xiang Nanxing muttered, his brain has almost lost the ability to think. The strong momentum exuded by the other party at this moment made him unconsciously take a step back, and this retreat, he stumbled under his feet, and he sat directly on the ground.

"Yes, neither you nor your companions are strong enough." Jiang Liang said lightly, "For the weak, 'believe' is indeed a very beautiful word, but no matter who helps from afar, the last person to go into battle is only himself, Xiang Nanxing, you can win this game, but you can't help your teammates who are playing another game in the distance." ”

"You can't help them." He emphasized it again.

As if a mechanism somewhere had been touched, Xiang Nanxing saw a picture suddenly appear on the ceiling above his head, and what appeared on it was the situation in another room. The Masked Man was still wearing the mask, sitting on his back in a chair in the middle of the room. In the middle of his chest was a long katana, the blade of which sank into the depths, piercing directly through the body and piercing the back of the chair, revealing a sharp section in the back. There were still beads of blood on the tip of the knife, but it was already very thick, and it was not dripping.

Xiang Nanxing could imagine the scene when the knife was pierced, because the scene was enough to explain everything. At that moment, blood must have splattered from his chest like a fountain and scattered in all directions, eventually leaving a large patch of magnificent blood around him.

There is no more direct answer than this, those things that Huang Lao didn't say before are being nakedly displayed in front of Xiang Nanxing at this time. Xiang Nanxing wanted to close his eyes, but at this moment, he could only continue to watch.

He saw two more people in the corner of the room, motionless, covered in the same bright colors. Chris's forehead was pressed against the ground, and he knelt on his knees, as if he was protecting something underneath him, but when he looked at himself, he could see that his abdomen had been pierced by something like a dagger. Dark red blood poured out of the wound mixed with something else, and he kept his hands there until he was dying, as if he was trying to shove them back with the last of his strength.

The other person also knelt on the ground, looking like Liang Jingmo from his clothes, but when Xiang Nanxing slowly moved his gaze forward, he only felt that the blood in his whole body seemed to have coagulated in an instant. Because he suddenly found that he couldn't see Liang Jingmo's face. In the place where it should have been the head, only a bare neck was left at this time!

The wound is neat, and the absolute one-knife decapitation.

If you want to observe carefully, you can still vaguely see a volleyball-sized thing in the corner of this picture, but at this time Xiang Nanxing can't open his eyes. He fell to his knees uncontrollably, tears in his eyes, his whole body trembling, and the only thing he could do was vomit desperately, as if he was going to vomit his entire stomach out at all.

"It's all over." Xu Wen, who had been watching from the side, also let out a long sigh. He somehow took out two katana-like things from behind him, one was longer, the length of a regular katana common in film and television dramas, and the other was significantly shorter, which looked like a "small sword".

"To be precise, it's called 'sakicha'." Xu Wen seemed to see what he was thinking. He smiled and pointed the tip of the short knife towards himself, and handed the handle forward to Xiang Nanxing. "Regular seppuku should be used with a more professional short knife, and a knife like the sakicha is used more as a spare knife on the battlefield. However, for a warrior, if he loses on the battlefield or is besieged by the enemy, and needs to use seppuku to end his life, it is obviously the best choice to carry a skuza with him. ”

He handed the chagrin forward a little more, and after Xiang Nanxing took it, he suddenly woke up.

"Wait, what do you mean by that?" His eyes widened, and with a shake of his hand, he threw the knife directly on the ground, "Do you want me to commit suicide by seppuku?" Why? The loser of the White Night Festival doesn't necessarily have to die, there is no such thing in the rules! ”

"But don't you have to take responsibility? Didn't you boast about Haikou and say that you want to protect everyone? "It was Qiu Banxia who stood at the door at some point. Her expression still looked as calm as usual, but when she looked closely, she saw that her hands had been severed from her upper arms, and she looked like a real Venus with a broken arm.

"Huh this?" She raised a small bare arm absently, "Just because I wanted to help you, it ended up being defined as cheating and cut off." But compared to me, should you care about your Sleeping Beauty Princess? ”

She blinked, "Looks like you're going to be taken away?" ”

Only then did Xiang Nanxing see that the picture above his head had changed, and the camera changed from the lounge to the infirmary where he had stayed before, where Nangong Qian, who had just undergone surgery, was still asleep. It's just that at this time, there are many more people in black clothes in the room, all of them have exactly the same faces, and they are also expressionless, and they are about to carry her on a stretcher and take her away.

"Wait!" Xiang Nanxing stood up suddenly, but a hand silently pressed on his shoulder, firmly holding him in place. When he looked back, he saw Fike, the "masked man" wearing a paper mask, standing behind him, holding the katana that Xu Wen had just taken out, and he was holding it high above the top.

"Hypocrite, take responsibility!" He shouted. The voice didn't sound like the Fick he remembered, but it looked like a lot of voices mixed together, like an electronic sound. At the same time, his paper mask writhed wildly, rapidly changing its appearance, transforming into many familiar faces in just a second, and finally merging into a vague, gloomy face. Xiang Nanxing's body seemed to have lost all its strength in an instant, and he could only watch blankly as the blade reflecting the cold light slowly slashed towards his neck like a slow motion......

"Bastard!"

At the end of his life, he could only clench his fists and raise his head and shout.

But I didn't expect this shout to have a response.

"You're the bastard! What to say! ”

An unfamiliar voice suddenly fell from the sky, followed by a violent pain in the forehead. Xiang Nanxing subconsciously raised his hand to cover the sore spot, the whole person was not awake, and at this time, it seemed that dust had been inhaled in his nose, and he couldn't help sneezing.

He wanted to see what was going on, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he was dazzled by the dust.

"I'll put up with you when you sleep in class, but you dare to jump up and scream at me, don't smash your face and nose are swollen, I'm really sorry for my name of 'chasing the wind for thousands of miles'!" The voice said. At the same time, Xiang Nanxing heard the sound of whistling wind in front of him again, and he subconsciously turned his head, feeling as if something had passed by in his ears.

"Hey, dare you hide?" The voice was even angrier.

By this time, the dust had cleared a little, and he was finally able to open his eyes. He first saw the blackboard eraser falling in front of him, then the desk that spread out the textbook, but was half wet with saliva, and the pile of brushes around him looked at his face. Looking farther away, he saw a bald middle-aged man grabbing a pile of chalk heads and struggling to throw them over, while several student-like people were holding him with all hands and feet, while shouting, "Calm down, Teacher Zhao!" ”

"Where is this?" Xiang Nanxing's brain was still in a state of confusion when he had just woken up, and this sentence was only said unconsciously. However, hearing his words, the middle-aged man known as Teacher Zhao was obviously even angrier, and even the green tendons rose.

"This is my class, you bastard!"

He burst into foul mouth, and smashed the chalk head all over the place. The people around him scattered as if fleeing with their textbooks over their heads. Xiang Nanxing just stood in place, trying to figure out the current situation little by little.

yes, I'm back......

This is the school I was attending, Tenkyo University......

The bald man in front of him is Lao Zhao, who teaches world history, and he is serious, but he is very excited, such as ......

"You give me a penalty stand in the hallway! Right now! Immediately! Lao Zhao roared angrily.

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