Five supernatural bosses are vying to marry me

The screen of the live broadcast room of the freshman competition went black, not only the hundreds of thousands of viewers who watched it exploded, but even the heads of the freshman competition of the four major sects were anxious to enter.

The staff guarding the outside of the Pine Forest Haunted House stopped the person in charge who wanted to rush in, with a look of embarrassment on his face: "Well, the organizing committee said you can't go in, the competition is not over yet."

The person in charge of the "Shu" faction was very anxious: "What kind of competition is there now? What if something happens to the contestants? Didn't you say that this would happen directly during the competition?"

Now those who stay in the freshman competition are the next best heirs of Sixuanmen, and death is a huge loss, but the staff still won't let them in!

The staff members were also very anxious, but they still insisted not to let them in: "The organizing committee said that no one is allowed to enter now, regardless of life or death during the competition!"

The person in charge of the freshman competition was frothing with anxiety. He wanted to call the people above, but he didn't get any reply. Six students died in this school!

Six of the students died after being ripped out of their organs.

The scariest thing was the seventh student. This student even had all his organs ripped out, and then putty was put on and sealed in the sculpture. When he was discovered, his whole body was already stinking.

If there is no miscalculation, these contestants have all their memories sealed, just like ordinary people. Can they really survive in such a weird situation?

……

Pinewood High School.

The whole school has been shrouded in a faint black mist, the yellow moon is completely covered by the black mist, it can hardly be seen, this school is completely out of daytime

Nan Jing's face was pale, and the flying white sculpture was hanging in the air.

"Nan Hongxuan" all the whites of his eyes turned up, he stared at Nanjing and said sinisterly: "What kind of drug did you give them, they all like you! Like you bitch!"

The left arm of the sculpture hanging in the air snapped off.

There was a painful feeling of shattering from his left shoulder, Nan Jing's face instantly became whiter than paper, cold sweat quickly oozes from the corner of his forehead, and he couldn't move while holding the pen of the pen fairy with his right hand.

The rest of the body also seemed broken, and it was difficult to move.

Bai Guanyin glanced at Nan Jing, Nan Jing's light-colored eyes swayed, he bit his lips tightly, his thin shoulders trembled, and the blue tendons on his wrists bulged, looking like he was about to die of pain.

"Nan Hongxuan" saw Bai Guanyin's eyes, and those white eyeballs turned upside down. He seemed to have finally gained some kind of power, and wanted to vent his anger: "What? Distressed?"

"The more you feel distressed, the more I want him to die!"

"You are all going to die!"

Speaking of a smelly wind, everyone sitting around the square table screamed in pain. Gong Feiyan raised her left hand with difficulty, and she covered her upper abdomen, breathing hard like a bellows, as if there was something Someone was pulling her lungs out.

"What, what's going on?" Miao Jinli clutched his abdomen, blood was already oozing from his abdomen, as if something was scratching his skin and pulling something out.

Yu Changming's usual Buddha-like eyes also changed. He groaned and spit out a mouthful.

Bai Guanyin's lips turned pale, and he could clearly feel his heart being pulled, but this so-called pen fairy seemed to be concerned about something, and he didn't dare to pull hard.

It seems that this is the purpose of this evil spirit, organ?

So what happened to the cooperation between Nan Jing's body and the sculpture?

Thinking of what he saw in the sculpture room before, Bai Guanyin's eyes became colder.

A sticky stench flowed out from the pure white sculpture, and a red cinnabar mole gradually grew on the forehead of the sculpture that resembled Guanyin and the South Mirror.

Nan Jing felt that his consciousness was gradually blurred. He tried to open his eyes to look at the people sitting in the activity room. Everyone's expressions were painful. Under the smell of blood and stench, everyone was bleeding.

No, you will definitely die if you go on like this.

Is there any way?Move, Nan Jing, Nan Jing's left hand was bent, his knuckles turned white, he moved the little finger of his left hand, as if he wanted to move something.

And... the bell...

"jingle-"

With the crisp ringing of a bell, Nan Jing lowered his head, his black hair was already wet with cold sweat, his eyelashes blinked vigorously, and he looked vaguely at his collarbone. Just now, he seemed to see a string of ... a bell?

Nan Jing stuck out the tip of his tongue, subconsciously wanting to hold a bell in his tongue.

The whole activity room was shaking, the walls began to see black sewage from the bottom, the whole room became dirty and old, in the blink of an eye, it seemed to see a room full of corpses.

Nan Jing coughed up blood, lowered his head and wanted to roll up the bell persistently.

Can anybody help him, lift the string of bells for him to swallow.

Nan Jing has an intuition that as long as he holds the bell in his mouth, he can live!

"Do you want to do this?" There was a very light and handsome voice like a sigh.

A hand suddenly appeared in Nan Jing's vague vision, as cold as Leng Yu, slender and powerful, and lifted the string of bells lightly: "Nan Jing, do you want this?"

In an instant, the shaking of the entire activity room stopped, as if time had been dialed to a stop, and the glasses that were about to fall because of the shaking of the square table stopped in mid-air.

The light yellow liquid hung in the air in a posture of being about to spill, and even the splashed liquid froze.

Nan Jing blinked, cold sweat wet his long black eyelashes, and the black eyelashes trembled fragilely, like butterfly wings about to break.

The long eyelashes fluttered a few times, and Nan Jing raised his head with difficulty and looked forward. It was Xie Yi. Xie Yi was wearing the familiar blue and white school uniform of Pine Forest High School. The sleeves just caught on his protruding wrists. Thin shoulders and a tight teenage body.

Half-length black hair fell casually on his forehead, he was so handsome, and his slightly aggressive eyes had a kind of... divine tenderness.

"Nanjing," Xie Yi said in a clear and handsome voice, but with a misty feeling. He looked at Nanjing with his handsome and flawless face, and said softly, "You are an ordinary body now. If you want to borrow the power of the bell, Need my blood."

Xie Yi's voice was light: "The blood is highly poisonous, and you will rely on my blood for a long time in the future. Even so, do you still want it?"

A very quiet scent of sandalwood spread from Xie Yi's body to the surroundings. After Nan Jing smelled it, he seemed to be a little clearer. He felt the burning pain all over his body. Completely stained red with blood.

From the corner of Nan Jing's peripheral vision, he could see Bai Guanyin, and he couldn't tell anything about Bai Guanyin's expression, but his fingers unconsciously pointed towards... the direction of his heart.

The white sculpture hanging directly above the square table has cracked its left arm, and its right arm is about to be broken in half.

This evil spirit wants them all dead!

Nan Jing bit his lips until it turned white, and when he opened his mouth, he found that his voice was already hoarse: "I want it!"

Xie Yi paused, his thumb directly pinched his middle finger, a drop of blood with gold threads spilled out, and his slender fingers lifted the bell.

"Yes." Xie Yi said softly.

Nan Jing lowered his head, opened his lips directly, his warm mouth contained the cold bell and the drop of blood on Xie Yi's fingertips.

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