Voices converged.

A figure helped Qingqing stop the pursuing figure.

Ten followed, hundreds, thousands!

Almost the entire school building was surrounded by students in Qingqing's back.

"Brute, there's a kind of killing Lao Tzu!"

"Grass, I've had enough!"

The neat figures of thousands of people made the headmaster's face darken.

"Give me electricity, they won't last long!"

Qingqing also endured the sharp pain of the electric current and began to upload the video.

Photos and videos were sent to an email address and sent to a short video.

Qingqing looked at the slow progress bar, gritted her teeth, and dialed a number.

The operator's voice sounded very calm: "What do you need?" ”

"Please take a look at x199's mailbox and help us!"

Qingqing's speech was fast, and the stimulation of the electric current had gradually blurred his subconscious.

The sound of keyboard tapping was heard, and there was silence for more than ten seconds.

"I'm grass, you protect yourself, we'll go right away!"

Qingqing hung up the phone and curled up as she looked at the progress bar.

Finally, a group of students fell to the ground, and the "teachers" with sticks rushed up.

The pain came instantly, and Qingqing's consciousness was gradually blurred.

The clenched mobile phone was about to be released, and in his arms, a notebook fell to the ground.

Looking at the blood-stained font on it, Qingqing clenched her phone again.

It's all here, and you must not give up.

The classmates lying on the ground also shouted nonsense.

"Huang Zigang, hold on!"

"Huang Zigang, hold on!"

In another sophomore school building, countless students rushed out.

"The boy's spine can't be bent, brothers, it!"

Just next door, the lifeless school building of the third year of high school was also awakened by this voice.

This time, tens of thousands of people stood in front of Qingqing, carrying a hard wall with the backbone of the teenager.

I don't know whose whispered chant made everyone sing along in the blink of an eye.

[Go and match this ragged cloak

Fight, fight, with the humblest dreams

To the whimpering and roaring of the night

Who said that only those who stand in the light are heroes! 】

The power of the boy turned the whole world upside down at this moment!

Qingqing's vague consciousness looked at the prompt of the successful upload on the mobile phone and fell to the ground.

With a burst of coolness passed into the brain.

Qingqing suddenly came to her senses.

It's just that the eyes have become pictures.

The boy's fight lasted until the arrival of the police car.

One by one, the criminals have also been duly punished, and the introduction of policies has completely put an end to the occurrence of such things.

Qingqing looked at the picture and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

I endured a whole script, but it was all worth it!

The picture was finally frozen on a cemetery, with a photo of Huang Zigang pasted on it.

There was a light rain in the sky, and a little fat man stood in front of the cemetery with a bandage on his head and flowers in his hand: "Thank you!" ”

The figure of the little fat man is gone, and the cemetery is silent again.

But soon, one figure after another stood in front of the cemetery.

In a light rain, countless teenagers bowed seriously to the cemetery.

[Ghost school is over!] 】

The picture freezes, the vision goes dark for a while, and finally returns to reality.

Qingqing took off her glasses and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"It's good to win!"

Zhang Bei walked in from outside the door with a bag.

"I didn't expect you to be the first to clear the level!"

Qingqing's face darkened: "Look down on people? ”

Zhang Bei shook his head: "This script must be kept calm, as long as you are impulsive, it will be a failure." ”

Qingqing reflected on her experience and nodded.

If I can't hold back, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult in the future.

Zhang Bei opened the bag in his hand: "Choose one, and the reward for clearing the customs!"

Qingqing's eyes looked over, a notebook, a bracelet, and a bottle of potion.

Obviously, these are all things in the script.

Qingqing thought for a moment: "I want a notebook!" ”

Zhang Bei nodded: "I'm very good at choosing, it's troublesome to do this thing." ”

took the things handed over by Zhang Bei, and Qingqing couldn't wait to open them.

It's almost exactly the same as in the script, and it's still the beautiful font.

One page even had a little blood mixed in.

Carefully put away the notebook, Qingqing also stood up.

"Today's live broadcast hasn't started yet, I'll withdraw first!"

Zhang Bei also took a turn in the amusement park.

Today's amusement parks have a lot of new faces.

One by one, it is obvious that they came from other places.

Although I don't know where the reason comes from, this group of people obviously has a lot of emotional value!

The two technologies I fancy are lacking in emotional value, isn't this just sent to the door?

The two figures, one thin and one fat, were standing in line in front of the Destiny Catapult Chair.

"Brother Meng, how do I feel that this is not the same as that video?"

"I don't think it's any different, it's just that this group of people can't bear it!"

The fat man's name is Meng Xuan, and the thin man's name is Zhou Hui, and the two are friends and colleagues.

The courage of the two is naturally not comparable to ordinary people.

It all starts with their work.

Murderous house sleeper!

An industry with not many practitioners and ridiculously high wages.

Generally speaking, there are only two requirements to engage in this industry, the first is to be bold, and the second is to be homely.

Needless to say, many of the houses have just died not long ago.

Houses are another requirement, and many houses allow sleep testers to live for a month.

Without the attributes of a point house, it is impossible to stick to it.

Soon, the two were lucky enough to sit in chairs.

Looking at the buckled seat belt, Zhou Hui leaned back on the chair even more with enjoyment.

With a slight roar, before the brains of the two could react, the figures instantly rushed into orbit.

Zhou Hui was stunned.

Damn, that's not the case with the video!

Wouldn't that just bounce up?

What's the fuss at this speed?

High-speed rail is really a loss for not using this technology!

A violent wind blew on his face, and a pair of eyes were instantly bloodshot.

Which TV station is showing the video?

Where's the address?

The imperceptibly broken track appeared in front of me.

Zhou Hui's body constricted towards the back.

How is this broken!

it, don't speed up, stop!

You bird a pippi shrimp, stop for Lao Tzu!

Unfortunately, the roar had no effect.

The chair flew into the sky along the broken track.

Zhou Hui's consciousness gradually blurred.

In his sight, the dead souls of the murderous mansion rushed towards him.

As the chair returned to orbit, so did the soul floating in the sky.

Zhou Hui's pale complexion improved slightly.

At this time, in the control room on the ground, the employees looked at the red button and slapped it twice in succession.

No response?

It shouldn't be, the jumping machine has a reaction!

Fate is always fate, you can't figure it out!

Zhou Hui, who was about to withstand the next impact, watched as the track in front of him twisted.