God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

A dozen gray-white figures were tied together with chains, their erratic limbs swaying in the wind, and weird screams coming from time to time.

Yang Jingshu frowned: "I'm not trying hard at all. What do you call me?"

Yang Jingshu's skill is hand mutation, which she obtained in a previous copy of the underworld. It is similar to the ghost-catching props used by Minotaur and Horsemen. It is super aggressive against ghosts, monsters and even humans.

Of course, according to Yang Jingshu's mood.

Gray-white figure: "..."

All the gray and white figures carefully touched their locked waists and breathed a sigh of relief after confirming that they were not injured.

"What do you want to ask?"

One of the gray-white figures shook his head. The fat man had a hoarse voice.

Yang Jingshu's hands were stretched out in an awkward manner. While searching for things in the dormitory, she asked, "How did you die?"

The group of gray and white figures hit by a straight ball were collectively agitated. As soon as they became angry, the chains that had loosely bound them immediately tightened, only shrinking the figure into a ball.

"Burn! Burn to death!"

Sensing the pain in his soul, a figure soon shouted.

"There was a fire in the college! We were locked in the dormitory and couldn't get out! We were all burned to death!"

At the end, the group of gray-white figures became more and more excited. In addition to resentment, a strong smell of fire also began to spread.

Yang Jingshu had just pulled out a yellowed white shirt from the bed, and the tip of her nose moved slightly. The already tight chains tightened the group of figures again, causing some of the figures to cross each other's molds.

The pain from the injured soul made the group of figures wake up a little, and the burning smell disappeared instantly.

Yang Jingshu glanced at the white shirt on the bed, then turned to the other seven beds, but only saw the same army green short-sleeved shirt thrown on the bed.

It’s strange that this kind of college allows students to wear shirts?

Yang Jingshu: "Whose bed is this?"

The group of gray and white figures were stunned for a moment, and a boy among them said: "Zhou Zeng."

"It's from Zhou Zeng."

Yang Jingshu's heart skipped a beat, remembering the novice anchor named Zhou Zeng in the teaching building: "Zhou Zeng? Where is he now?"

As soon as these words came out, the entire dormitory became completely silent.

There were originally some figures talking in low voices, but after these words, all the figures stopped talking.

"yes……"

Someone tilted his head, "Where is Zhou Zeng?"

"Where did Zhou Zeng go?"

"Why isn't Zhou Zeng with us?"

"Why are we the only ones dying here?"

"Did he escape..."

The figures murmured to themselves, and the dormitory, which had only been quiet for a few seconds, became lively again.

Yang Jingshu keenly sensed something was wrong. She climbed onto Zhou Zeng's bed again and carefully touched every corner.

no, no, no...

Yang Jingshu's heart moved, and she immediately turned over and got out of bed. Her slender white palms directly pressed against the wooden board under the bed and slowly groped until she touched a long hard leather object.

Kind of like a box.

Yang Jingshu did not hesitate to tear her apart violently.

A series of tapes were pulled off, and a long, flat box made of cheap paper boxes appeared in Yang Jingshu's sight.

Yang Jingshu frowned and pulled away.

……

The pleasant sound of the piano seemed a bit eerie at night, and the pale and strong fingers danced rapidly on the black and white keys, almost to a dizzying level.

At the end of the song, the pale-faced Liang An sat at the piano, his chest heaving, and his cheeks slowly began to blush, giving him a hint of popularity.

"Xiaoyun, did you see clearly?"

Liang An asked with a smile.

He Ziyun, who was standing behind Liang An, looked at the sticky hair on the back of his head and responded thoughtfully: "No."

Liang An: "..."

Just as he was about to turn his head, a pair of warm hands gently covered both sides of his head.

Liang An was a little surprised, "Xiaoyun?"

He Ziyun, known as Xiaoyun, lowered his head slightly, his light-colored eyes glowing almost transparently under the light, and he even spoke with a faint cry: "Teacher Liang, does it still hurt?"

Liang An's whole body was shaken.

No one was playing the piano in front of him, and the originally sweet and affectionate piano music was now extremely crazy.

Even people like He Ziyun who don't understand music can hear the pain and fear contained in it, as well as the deep resentment and unwillingness.

Not to mention that this crazy piano is starting to bleed...

From the gaps between the black and white keys, the scarlet blood spread outwards, gradually staining the entire piano. He Ziyun lowered his head and could even see some drops of blood falling on the floor tiles approaching him.

The audience in front of the screen began to exclaim:

[Holy shit, shit! ! ! Opening it up so quickly? 】

[No, no, this is really scary! He doesn't have any props or skills, can he really run away? 】

[Damn, this handsome piano teacher is starting to change. Damn it! 】

【What happened to this omega? ! Why doesn't he run away? You were really shocked, weren't you? ! 】

[Woo woo woo, wife, wife, I haven’t seen enough yet! Is such a beautiful wife gone? 】

【Yang Da, come to the rescue! ! ! ! ! 】

[Borrowing a building... Yang Da is probably not in the same time period as Omega...]

The barrage discussion was in full swing, but He Ziyun, who was right in front of the mutation, didn't even twitch his eyebrows.

He looked at the back of Liang An's head, which was gradually losing color, and even started to ooze thick blood, and directly reached out to touch the horrific wound.

Liang An was sitting on the chair like a statue, and the black and white piano keys were still beating like crazy, making manic sounds, and the devilish sound was piercing his ears, disturbing his nerves.

The scarlet blood slowly soaked the soles of the young man's shoes, spreading upward inch by inch. The air was fishy and nauseating, and even contained a bit of rotten smell belonging to aquatic plants.

"Teacher Liang, he is not a good student, right..."

He Ziyun lowered his voice, lowered his head and took out a tissue from his pocket, and began to slowly wipe the sticky blood on it without caring about the wound:

"I know how much Teacher Liang hates him, so, shall we make a deal?"

Liang An's back was turned to He Ziyun, and his neck, which was normal a second ago, suddenly made a "creak" sound. The neck bones began to twist, and the head standing upright on the neck fell back as if it had lost support, like a soft noodle quilt. He pulled it off and faced He Ziyun who was holding his head behind him.

The blood-soaked tissue fell to the floor.

Liang An's face was pale, and his voice was hoarse because of his broken neck bone: "Xiao... Yun... do you... know?"

The pale moonlight shone into the room through the wide open window. The young man's eyes were lowered, with a mixture of regret and tenderness. He looked softly at Liang An, who had a twisted neck in front of him, and responded again:

"Well, I see."

After saying that, a drop of crystal clear water slid down the corner of the young man's eye and landed on Liang An's ferocious face.

"Teacher Liang, let me help you..."

"Okay?"

……