Yin sacrifice

Er'er will appear at the door of the classroom with Teacher Shao.The third question is even simpler. Mr. Shao’s clothes are only gray and black. He wears the most gray clothes. The probability that he will wear gray today is 70.00%. "

After Li Wuliang listened, he thought for a while, "What if there are 20.00% three left? Brother Hao, wouldn't you be slapped in the face?"

After listening, the corner of Hao Meng's mouth twitched, and he wanted to slap him in the face instantly. "Have you forgotten that you met Mr. Shao on the road yesterday? He took some clothes to the dry cleaners. At that time, his bag was full of black clothes."

"Yes, there is such a thing, but I forgot."

"Cut, it's boring." Jia Lin thought he could bluff them, but in a few words, Hao Meng revealed all his tricks.

"Okay, you all stop making trouble, they are coming soon, everyone get ready."

The person who spoke was the one who ambushed He Dongchen and the others at the door that night.He turned around and stared at the door motionlessly, a cloud of black mist gushed out of his body and wrapped him tightly from head to toe, it looked like a big black silkworm chrysalis from a distance.

As the footsteps approached, everyone stopped what they were doing and waited intently.

Then they saw someone appearing from the corner behind the door. Guan Ju gestured to Xue Qiukui who was sitting at the door closest to Guan. Switch, and the classroom was plunged into darkness in an instant.

shhhhh--

A few slender steel wires slid across the air quickly, splitting the air in an instant, followed by the sound of many pieces of soft tissue separating and falling to the ground, which seemed to be heard during the fall. There is the sound of water droplets.

The dark clouds outside the window dissipated, and looking through the moonlight, the classroom was covered with steel wires, which were staggered and woven into a huge steel wire mesh, with many red blood beads hanging on it, ticking down from time to time.

A snap of fingers.

The classrooms were brightened again.

Wan Chengxian beckoned, and the black energy that protected him penetrated back into his body at a speed visible to the naked eye.He stood there calmly, looked at the mutilated corpses all over the floor, and smiled happily: "What a masterpiece!"

As soon as he finished speaking, another voice came from the podium: "It's really funny."

Standing intact in front of the blackboard, Shao Zhuoer sighed after scanning the tragic situation all over the place.He had expected that these guys would take action. After all, it was less than two months before the end of the term. If they didn't act, I'm afraid they would all be finished.

As far as tonight is concerned, their plan is good. They used one tool to kill a large group of unskilled people. It is quite powerful, but they put all their hopes on one tool. I don’t know if their choice is right or wrong.

He clapped his hands, "Then let's see the result."

The lights went out again, and about ten seconds later, there was a slight cracking sound in the darkness, and then some figures stood up one after another.As soon as the light came on, they all came back to life, and all the corpses on the ground disappeared, as if they just saw the phantom brought by hell.

"It seems that you are still too impatient." Shao Zhuoer regretted.

"Damn it, it failed again."

Several people were quite unwilling, but there was nothing they could do about it, and some people seemed to have expected such a consequence, and sat back to their seats as usual.

No matter how calm they are on the surface, their hearts are far less calm than the surface.

There is not much time left, if this continues, he will die before he can do anything.For the current plan, either kill people cruelly, or wait for the time to be obliterated. They have already been involved in this weird world, so they can no longer hesitate, let alone give the enemy a chance to take advantage of it.

Except for freshmen who are still on the verge of collapse, everyone else is used to this kind of thing.

The new boy yelled for help at the top of his voice, and crawled towards the door with his hands and feet while shouting, probably because he was so frightened that he forgot that he could stand and walk.

Shao Zhuoer had a headache, and silently greeted Yu Yan again in his heart.

"Didn't you educate the new students?"

The whole class was still immersed in the shadow of failure, and didn't listen to Shao Zhuoer's words at all, but the class leader Lan Sen heard it, and replied: "We don't want to teach our new classmate science, and teaching him, wouldn't it increase our ability to kill him?" It’s so difficult, we don’t want to do such a loss-making thing.”

"Ah, yes." Shao Zhuoer was persuaded by him. "There is no other way, the fittest will survive, and those who cannot survive will be left to fend for themselves."

These are the rules of survival of the night shift.

"Tonight's task failed, so please don't be discouraged, and continue to work hard next time, so next, everyone take out your textbooks, we will study tonight... Huh? Sorry, I forgot where I was last night Chapter one, is there any classmate who can stand up and tell me?"

"Teacher, it's time for you to talk about the identity transformation of triangles."

"Oh, thank you, then everyone will open... the third lecture, let's review the identity transformation, and then practice a sample problem first. If you can do it, shut up and do it quickly. If you can't do it, don't do it." Raise your hand and ask me, just listen to the problem-solving ideas together later, if you still don’t know how to ask the class monitor or the study committee for guidance after class.”

"I knew it a long time ago, I've been bullshit, let's start talking."

"Tsk, be patient."

He Dongchen knows that he is one of the scumbags, and he never liked studying since he was a child. Now everyone is working hard for the college entrance examination. On the contrary, he still relaxes as much as he can. Anyway, life is something that he has given up many years ago. Now that you have given up something, there is no need to get it back.

He lay lazily on the table and stared out of the window. A bright moon hung high in the night sky. It was really a good night for sleeping. Unfortunately, because of make-up classes, he had to stay up until twelve o'clock, and he had to get up early to go to school again tomorrow. When is the boring life of going to class and going round and round over and over again?

Sighing, he lay down in another direction, probably because he had been lying down for too long, and his neck was a little stiff.There was a pile of messy textbooks piled up in front of him, and he casually picked up one and spread it over his face. Through the gaps in the pages, he accidentally caught a glimpse of the new classmate lying motionless at the door. He seemed to have fainted from the previous scene. Alright.The psychological quality is really poor. I think I was afraid when I came here, but at least I didn't feel so embarrassed and fainted from fright.

But recalling the scene at that time, it was still creepy, even more bloody and terrifying than tonight.

At that time, how could he have thought that making up lessons could become a journey to purgatory to practice.

7. Take the head

◎Tasks and Abilities◎

There is a task for tutoring every night. All students must implement the task in their own class. If the task is successful, they will get ten credits, if they fail, ten credits will be deducted. The time limit for completing the task is the early morning of the day when the college entrance examination scores are issued.

In other words, you may need to perform tasks at any time during the exam, even if the college entrance examination is over, you can't take it lightly.

What's more terrible is that all illegal operations in the task are reasonable.

Sometimes there is more than one mission in a night, as long as you want to get credits, you can launch missions randomly, or you can act alone to hunt and kill the opponent.Skills are opening props, which can be used to kill people, or to protect themselves in the event of being killed.

It's just... Once the mission is launched, everyone will be involved. If you don't want to be killed, you have to learn to fight back. However, the number of people who have died so far is not many, because they haven't figured out the rules of this game.

Just like before, Guan Ju accidentally lit a fire and killed a classmate; Hong Shangcheng killed Le Yuan in the same way, but Le Yuan did not die.

Regarding this point, Shao Zhuoer's explanation is that the method is wrong, that is to say, each person corresponds to a fixed method of death, as long as the law is deciphered to find the correct method of death for the opponent, then after one hit, the opponent has no chance of surviving.

After He Dongchen first learned about these unbelievable things, he expressed his anger as long as he didn't participate.Unexpectedly, other people told him that if the credits were zero or negative, then when the time came, he would be obliterated by the mysterious power.In the past, some students experienced several failures, and finally got negative credits, and disappeared on the spot under the eyes of everyone.

Some of the people sitting here choose to kill in order to survive, while others choose to actively kill their classmates in order to exchange the credits earned from killing for real grades.

The night shift is not a shortcut to glory, but hell on earth.

Le Yuan was taking notes at the side. Although she couldn't understand the profound knowledge, it didn't stop her from trying to listen. It's okay to practice calligraphy more if she doesn't understand.

"Is it useful for you to memorize so much?" He Dongchen poked her with the gel pen in his hand.

"Of course it's useful. Haven't you noticed that my handwriting is getting better and better?"

When she picked up the book and showed it to him, he was a little speechless. "You are not far from the master level now, and you can create your own fonts. It's just that you can understand the twists that are written in one stroke?"

She heard that he was mocking herself, and immediately became upset, and fought back: "It means that this is a work of art, how normal is it that you don't understand it."

He Dongchen wanted to say something, but suddenly his head was hit by a ball of paper. He immediately picked up the ball of paper in anger, stood up angrily, and asked loudly to the rows to the left: "Who? Who is littering? ! Stand up for me!"

In the next second, a piece of chalk was shot precisely in the center of his eyebrow.

Shao Zhuoer held the book in one hand and put his other hand on his waist, staring at him sullenly. "