They Are Not Human!

1,

Before Wen Qing could react, there was a touch of warm breath on her lips.

The school uniform pants were scalded by Ji Junfeng's body temperature and rubbed against Wen Qing's chin, giving off a faint manly smell.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide, sat up immediately, and unconsciously pinched the back of Ji Junfeng's hand.

There were many wounds on the back of Ji Junfeng's hands. After being touched by Wen Qing, he gasped and his breathing became heavy.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Qing watched his changes become more and more obvious.

Wen Qing blushed, shook off Ji Junfeng's hand, stood up and moved away from him, stammered and couldn't speak: "You, you..."

"Ok?"

Ji Junfeng's tail tune was very long, sticky and slightly hoarse: "What's wrong with me?"

He raised his eyelids and looked at Wen Qing, with a little bewilderment in his eyes, and he didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with his reaction.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, yes, X is a very normal thing for them.

He said silently in his heart, this is normal, this is normal...

In the blink of an eye, Ji Junfeng took off his pants, revealing two scarred thighs.

Even if the injury is like this, he is ready to relieve himself.

Wen Qing was shocked. Are the people in this school all psychic bugs? !

He couldn't help reminding: "Didn't the teacher say that we should fast and abstinence?"

"You, if you continue, you will be locked up."

Ji Junfeng snorted nasally, panted and said, "Do you think the teacher will take care of me?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips tightly, the teacher really didn't care about Ji Junfeng.

The teacher saw Chen Qiang's wounds at a glance, but Ji Junfeng was covered all over his body, and the teacher didn't say a word...

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, just in time to see Ji Junfeng stretching his hand in.

His blushing face turned even redder, and he immediately turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Wen Qing took a new towel, fully soaked it, and walked quickly to the sofa.

He turned his head and didn't look at Ji Junfeng, and casually put a towel on Ji Junfeng's face: "You, you wipe your face and calm down."

After speaking, he walked towards the bedroom without looking back.

Just as he opened the door, Ji Junfeng's voice sounded behind him, because through the towel, it sounded muffled.

"When choosing an auspicious time, expel evil spirits, burn incense, and pray."

Wen Qing paused, realizing that he was talking about what would happen in the next few days, and said softly, "Thank you."

Ji Junfeng laughed and gasped, "Aren't you going to ask any more questions?"

The other party took the initiative to say so, of course Wen Qing was not polite, and asked directly: "Is tomorrow the time to choose auspiciousness?"

Ji Junfeng hummed draggingly.

Wen Qing: "How to choose?"

Ji Junfeng's breath became more urgent: "It's up to the high priest to decide."

Wen Qing thought about it, there are four activities, from Tuesday to Friday, and Sunday is God's birthday.

He asked again, "After prayer? What are you going to do on Saturday?"

"What?" Ji Junfeng asked in a low voice.

With her back turned to him, Wen Qing could only hear a little forbearance in his voice.

Wen Qing asked again: "What will happen on Saturday?"

"Saturday..." Ji Junfeng whispered softly, and said slowly, "Saturday...um...yes..."

His tone and voice sounded very wrong, Wen Qing frowned, thinking of the wounds all over his body, he was still a little worried, for fear that Ji Junfeng would die quietly behind his back.

Wen Qing turned around, and Ji Junfeng sat up at some point, with his head on his side on the sofa, his face flushed, his mouth open for panting, and his eyes staring at Wen Qing heavily.

From Wen Qing's perspective, although Ji Junfeng's lower body movements could not be seen clearly, he could see his right hand moving, and the frequency of his hands matched the panting.

Wen Qing immediately realized what he was doing.

This guy Ji Junfeng is, is...

Wen Qing's eyes widened in disbelief.

Is this water useless to him?Or is Ji Junfeng determined to want that?

After pondering for a second, Wen Qing quickly shook her head, stopped thinking about it, walked into the bedroom quickly, and closed the door firmly.

The sound insulation effect of the dormitory is not good, even if the door is locked, Wen Qing can vaguely hear the movement outside.

Ji Junfeng seemed to know that he could hear him, and his muffled hum became louder and louder.

Wen Qing climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself tightly in the quilt.

After going through this incident, his remaining drowsiness disappeared completely, and he was in a daze with his eyes wide open under the quilt.

Choosing an auspicious time, expelling evil spirits, burning incense, praying, and celebrating the birthday of gods...

When choosing auspiciousness tomorrow, how should we choose?

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing heard a clear cry.

ended.

Wen Qing silently covered the four corners of the quilt tightly, thinking, she is not afraid of being heard by others for such a big movement.

He blinked, realizing something was wrong.

Such a big move.

Why didn't Oz respond at all?

He heard it so clearly from his room, so it must be from Oz's.

Just as he was thinking, there was a sudden knock on the bedroom door twice.

Ji Junfeng's hoarse voice sounded outside the door: "Saturday...is a carnival."

After saying this, he left.

There was a sound of opening and closing the door in the living room, and it sounded like he was returning to his room.

Wen breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

While half dreaming and half awake, he smelled a faint fragrance of grass and trees, his mind became more and more heavy, and soon fell asleep.

*****

At night, Wen Qing had a dream.

He dreamed that there was a snake tightly wrapped around him, and the snake vomited on his neck, licking it teasingly.

Wen Qing struggled instinctively, but the more he struggled, the tighter the snake's entanglement became. His whole body was tightly entwined by the snake's tail, round and round.

When she was woken up by the radio the next morning, Wen Qing's mind was in chaos and her body felt heavy, as if she had been beaten.

He sat on the bed blankly until the broadcast ended, and then he recovered and slowly got up.

When washing, he was alone in the dormitory, Ozzy and Ji Junfeng were not there.

Wen breathed a sigh of relief and quickened his movements.

When going downstairs, I happened to bump into Bai Tong and Li Jingjing walking out of the bedroom together.

Wen Qing trotted over, lowered his voice and said to the two of them: "Yesterday, Ji Junfeng told me about the activities before God's birthday."

"When choosing an auspicious time, exorcising evil spirits, burning incense, praying, carnival, and then it's God's birthday."

Bai Tong stopped and looked deeply into his eyes.

Bai Tong didn't speak, but Wen Qing knew what he wanted to ask.

Why did Ji Junfeng tell him this.

Wen lightly pursed his lips, and recounted Ji Junfeng's tragic situation last night, omitting some details, and explained in a low voice: "I just helped him get a little wound..."

The main problem now is that yesterday he promised Bai Tong to stay away from Ji Junfeng, but turned around and approached Ji Junfeng again.

Wen Qing said slowly: "Whoever was lying on the sofa like that last night, I will help..."

Bai Tong half closed his eyes, unable to see the emotion in his eyes clearly.

Sensing the strange atmosphere between the two, Li Jingjing hastily stepped forward and said, "Brother Bai, don't worry about it, it will cause chaos."

"Wen Qing is God's favorite among our group of players, and God will definitely pamper you."

"It's safest for him to approach Ji Junfeng."

Bai Tong frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice, "I know."

He knew this was the truth, but he was still worried about Wen Qing.

Li Jingjing glanced at Baitong, then at Wen Qing, and noticed that the word "nervous" was written on Wen Qing's face. He leaned into Baitong's ear, and whispered, "Brother Bai, don't make such a bad face, the kids are all nervous." I'm going to be scared to death."

"You can protect a copy of the kid, can you protect him all the time?"

This question hit Bai Tongxin heavily, he lowered his eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and whispered to Wen Qing: "You did a good job."

"At least we won't be like headless chickens now."

Hearing Bai Tong's praise, Wen let out a sigh of relief and continued: "But I forgot to ask him exactly what will happen."

"Why don't I ask later..."

"Be careful." Bai Tong lowered his eyes, glanced at Wen Qing's neck, and stopped suddenly.

His face was slightly gloomy, and he pressed Wen Qing's shoulder: "Don't move."

Wen Qing looked at him blankly: "What's wrong?"

Bai Tong opened his collar, and there was a red mark on the side of his neck near the collarbone.

Staring at this mark, Bai Tong heaved a sigh of relief, it wasn't a hickey mark.

It was about one or two centimeters long, as if it had been rubbed by some branch, and it was reddish, which was very obvious on the fair skin.

Wen Qing couldn't see it by herself, so she asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with my neck?"

Bai Tong flexed his index finger, and lightly pressed the red mark: "Does it hurt?"

Wen hissed lightly, and replied, "A little bit."

Bai Tong helped him straighten his collar, and explained: "There is a wound."

Wen Qing blinked, without thinking too much: "Maybe I accidentally bumped into something while I was sleeping."

The three walked to the cafeteria, the process was the same as yesterday, and the food was served after everyone arrived.

Today's dishes are still very rich, Wen Qing looked at the plate full of meat, without the slightest appetite.

After a while, he was about to eat, but suddenly found that there were no chopsticks and spoons on his dinner plate.

Wen Qing whispered to the teacher, "Teacher, I don't have any tableware."

Teacher Chen said with a smile: "This is specially ordered by the high priest."

Wen Qing froze for a moment, his face changed slightly.

The high priest knew he had no use for the utensils that had been sent.

So I specifically ordered him not to be given uniform tableware.

Wen gently touched his pocket, the bowl and chopsticks were still in his pocket, and he hadn't taken it out.

He pursed his lips and did not make a move for a long time.

Teacher Chen stood aside, staring at him, as if waiting for him to use the tableware.

Wen Qing had no choice but to take it out, took out the silver spoon inside, held the handle of the spoon, and slowly took a mouthful of rice.

Under the watchful eye of Mr. Chen, he slowly put it into his mouth.

The rice has a touch of fragrance, which is refreshing and appetizing.

Wen Qing's appetite suddenly improved, and the fat and thin pork belly on the dinner plate looked delicious.

Wen Qing blinked, scooped up one piece, and then another piece...

The same meat dish was finished in no time.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was eating some delicacy in the world, and he was eating food with big mouthfuls, which was the complete opposite of his previous appearance.

Seeing this, Bai Tong and Li Jingjing paused slightly, and at the same time realized that there was something wrong with the high priest's tableware for Wen Qing.

As soon as Teacher Chen left, Bai Tong's complexion instantly fell, he grabbed Wen Qing's spoon, and said in a low voice: "There is something wrong with this thing."

With empty hands, Wen Qing gradually returned to his senses, and looked at Bai Tong in confusion: "What's the problem?"

Bai Tong frowned, tapped his plate lightly: "You finished all the food."

Wen gently lowered his head, looked at the clean plate in hand, and was stunned.

I really ate all of them, not a single grain of rice left.

Bai Tong asked worriedly: "How do you feel now?"

Wen Qing blinked, and said truthfully, "I don't feel anything."

The body is not uncomfortable, and there is nothing unusual.

What I must say is that after eating such a large plate of food, he didn't feel full at all, as if he hadn't eaten the meal.

Wen Qing thought for a while, then said, "I feel like I can eat two more bowls of rice."

Bai Tong fell silent.

Wen Qing was also puzzled, what did the high priest want to do to him?

Let him eat more?

Want to kill him?

2,

Bai Tong looked down at the spoon. It was made of silver. The handle of the spoon was dotted with light green leaf patterns and some thin, long and intricate patterns. At first glance, it was just an ordinary spoon with exquisite workmanship.

Bai Tong frowned, and said to Wen Qing, "Where are the chopsticks?"

Wen Qing simply handed him the entire cutlery box.

Bai Tong glanced at it. The cutlery box was a nude color without any pattern, but the chopsticks inside were different. They had the same pattern as the spoons and were tangled.

He wiped the spoon, put it back into the cutlery box, and said to Wen Qing: "Don't use this first."

"I'll give you new chopsticks at noon."

Wen Qing remembered that Bai Tong had a personal space, and probably had spoons and chopsticks, so she responded.

Leaving the cafeteria and on the way back to the classroom, Wen Qing saw a slender figure disappearing on the path next to the teaching building.

He paused in his footsteps, his back looked a bit like Ji Junfeng.

"what happened?"

"I think I saw Ji Junfeng."

Next to the teaching building

Two players, one tall and one short, stood in front of Ji Junfeng.

"Is he Ji Junfeng?"

"It's him. I think everyone else is avoiding him."

Ji Junfeng leaned against the wall as if he had no bones, looked up at the two transfer students in front of him, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

The tall player walked up to him and said sharply, "Tell us what you know."

Ji Junfeng smiled, and asked again: "I know...what do you mean?"

The tall player was dazed by his laughter, and then kicked him, kicking him to the ground: "Damn it, don't laugh at me, I don't like men."

"Hurry up and tell us what secrets are in the school."

Ji Junfeng lay on the ground with his eyes closed, without saying a word.

The short player walked up to him and kicked him hard. Seeing that Ji Junfeng didn't react at all, he couldn't help turning his head and asking the taller player, "Brother Qian, does this kid really know?"

Brother Qian stepped on Ji Junfeng's leg and said coldly, "He must know something."

"I heard Ozzy talk about this boy yesterday when he pressed someone."

Hearing this, the short player punched Ji Junfeng in the stomach: "Hurry up and talk."

Ji Junfeng still didn't say a word.

"Damn it," Brother Qian spat, knelt down and pulled up Ji Junfeng's collar, and said grimly, "I know no one cares about you, bastard, if you don't tell us the fuck, be careful to die here today."

Ji Junfeng raised his eyelids and sneered.

This laughter seemed to touch a certain nerve of Brother Qian, and the unknown fire in his heart surged up instantly, the veins on his forehead popped up, and he immediately took off Ji Junfeng's arm: "Fucking bitch who is neither male nor female."

He grabbed Ji Junfeng's neck with both hands and tightened it tightly: "Do you want to die? Tell me quickly!"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes, and the corners of his lips were smiling.

The short player watched his face getting redder and his body twitched slightly, and quickly said, "Brother Qian, he, he seems to be dying soon."

Brother Qian lowered his head, saw that Ji Junfeng's pupils were dilated, cursed, and let go of his hand: "Don't think that I dare not kill you."

He turned his head and said to the short man, "Go and watch at the intersection, I have to ask today."

The shorter one does.

Brother Qian unfastened his belt, flicked it in the air, and slapped Ji Junfeng hard.

"Snapped--"

"Snapped--"

The short man couldn't see what was going on behind him, he could only hear the sound.

The beating sounded for quite a while, but Ji Junfeng's cry of pain was not heard. He said nervously, "Brother Qian, don't beat him to death..."

Brother Qian threw away the broken belt, used his right hand as a claw, and pinched into the wound on Ji Junfeng's arm, his expression became more and more crazy: "If I die here, I will let all of you be buried with me!"

Ji Junfeng snorted, moved his eyelids, slowly opened a slit, and said hoarsely, "Today is the auspicious time."

Brother Qian immediately wrote: "What is the auspicious time?"

Ji Junfeng: "It's an auspicious time for God's birthday."

"Students selected today can..."

Brother Qian asked, "What can you do?"

Ji Junfeng glanced at the back of the short player, and said angrily, "I can get a reward."

Brother Qian's expression moved slightly: "What reward?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes: "A reward for God's birthday."

Brother Qian continued to ask, "What about tomorrow?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes, motionless as if dead.

Brother Qian slapped him twice, but Ji Junfeng still didn't respond.

Brother Qian cursed, loosened his collar, got up and said, "I don't know if this kid is dead or fainted."

"Let's go first, class starts right away."

The short player who was watching the wind hurried up and asked, "What did the kid say?"

Brother Qian stepped over Ji Junfeng's body and said with a sullen face, "He said today is the time to choose auspiciousness."

"A specific time will be set for the start of God's Birthday."

"What else?" The short player asked curiously.

Brother Qian: "It's gone."

****

When Wen Qing returned to the classroom, Ji Junfeng's place was empty.

He frowned, walked to the window in front of the classroom, and looked out at the path beside him.

There is no figure, only a sculpture of an angel, which is tightly entwined by vines, and a green leaf of the vines is swaying in the wind, which looks a bit playful.

Wen glanced around and looked away, thinking that he might have seen the wrong person on the road just now.

The prayer class was still in the morning. Before the class, Teacher Chen said to everyone: "Today's lunch break is cancelled."

"After lunch, a teacher will lead you to the temple."

As soon as the word "sacred temple" came out, everyone's expressions were different. The students were full of enthusiasm and joy, while the players were a little nervous.

Wen Qing's face turned slightly pale, so the event was actually going to be held in the temple when choosing an auspicious time.

For the whole morning, Wen Qing didn't see Ji Junfeng, and the other students took it for granted.

It wasn't until noon, on the way to the cafeteria, that Wen Qing saw Ji Junfeng.

Sitting on the lawn, leaning against a tree, ignoring the wounds on his face and neck, it was a picture of a beauty resting.

Li Jingjing followed Wen Qing, and when he saw Ji Junfeng's face, he stopped and couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder Wen Qing is soft-hearted."

"With such a face, I also soften my heart."

Bai Tong glanced at her.

Li Jingjing said without changing his expression: "With me, beauties are privileged."

Passing by Ji Junfeng, Li Jingjing whistled and shouted, "Student, don't you want to eat?"

Ji Junfeng raised his eyelids and shook his head towards her.

As he approached, Ji Junfeng's injuries became more and more obvious.

Wen Qing looked at the fingerprints on his neck and frowned.

It wasn't there yesterday, is this being beaten again?

Li Jingjing also noticed it, and murmured softly, "This injury... how can those people do anything to this face?"

As if seeing their psychological thoughts, Ji Junfeng laughed, looked at Wen Qing and said, "I'm fine."

"Since it's all right..." Bai Tong stopped and asked, "Do you know why those who were expelled were suddenly expelled?"

"They all have a good relationship with you."

Hearing this question, Ji Junfeng lowered his mouth, lowered his eyes, and said softly, "Isn't it because I was abandoned by God?"

"They were all implicated by me."

Wen Qing frowned, and asked in a low voice: "There should be no test after admission, right? Why did the teacher suddenly let the student drop out?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes halfway, and said slowly: "The oracle conveyed by the high priest."

Bai Tong looked at him intently: "Whoever the high priest wants to be expelled from school will be expelled?"

Ji Junfeng said lightly: "The oracle is naturally the will of the gods."

"The high priest is just conveying."

Wen Qing couldn't figure out this logic, and frowned: "If God hates you, he should directly attack you."

People like Yu Xing who do their own way, no, God...

Ji Junfeng raised his eyes, stared at Wen Qing's side face, and asked after a while, "Do you mean that God still likes me?"

Wen gently lowered his head, looking into last Ji Junfeng's dark eyes.

He comforted dryly: "You look so good-looking, how could he not like you?"

That old pervert Yu Xing will definitely like it.

"There may be some misunderstanding." Wen Qing said.

Ji Junfeng's eyelashes trembled, and he asked again: "Then do you like me too?"

Wen Qing froze for a moment, why did it suddenly involve him?

Right now, it doesn’t seem right to say I like it, and it’s not right to say I don’t like it...

Bai Tong pursed his lips, and without giving Wen Qing a chance to answer, he asked directly, "What did you do last year?"

Ji Junfeng tilted his head and looked at him: "I didn't do anything, do you believe it?"

Bai Tong's face was sullen, he didn't believe it.

Li Jingjing stroked his chin, and said thoughtfully, "So it was the old man, the high priest, who made everyone around you drop out of school and alienate you from your classmates..."

As she said that, she looked Ji Junfeng's face up and down, with a strange light in her eyes: "The high priest doesn't like you, does he?!"

"He's greedy for your body, he can't get what you want, he has more than enough energy, he's jealous of the classmates around you, and then drives them out of school, making everyone hate you, and then he will be the only lonely old man left by your side."

Ji Junfeng: "..."

Bai Tong: "..."

Wen Qing: "..."

3,

Wen Qing blinked. Although Li Jingjing's words were outrageous, they somehow made sense.

If it wasn't for Ji Junfeng who was targeted by Yu Xing, then only the High Priest would be left.

Wen Qing asked Ji Junfeng curiously: "Do you know the high priest?"

Leaning against the tree, Ji Junfeng twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "How can a person like me know the high priest?"

Wen Qing was even more puzzled. If he didn't know him, there was no need for the high priest to target Ji Junfeng.

Don't know when the high priest was offended?

Just as he was thinking, Teacher Chen's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Wen Qing, what are you still doing here?"

"Why don't you go to eat?"

Bai Tong glanced at Teacher Chen and said, "I'm going."

Teacher Chen nodded, stepped forward and stood beside them, and said, "Let's go."

Wen Qing stood still, and Teacher Chen didn't move either, as if they were going to the cafeteria together.

Wen Qing tried to take a step forward, and Teacher Chen also took a step forward.

After walking a few steps, Wen Qing looked back at Ji Junfeng, who was still sitting on the lawn, leaning against a tree, with his eyes closed.

Ji Junfeng seemed to be a transparent person, although many students and teachers passed by, but no one looked at him.

Wen Qing paused, and whispered, "Teacher, where's Ji Junfeng?"

Teacher Chen looked at him with a smile: "What did you say?"

Looking into Teacher Chen's eyes, Wen Qing stammered and said: "Ji, Ji Junfeng, is it okay if you don't go to the cafeteria?"

Teacher Chen smiled kindly: "Huh?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she understood.

It wasn't that he didn't make it clear, it was that Mr. Chen pretended not to understand.

Bai Tong said, "Nothing."

Teacher Chen smiled, like a good teacher who cared about the students, and said to them gently: "The dishes at noon today are good."

"move."

After eating at noon, the students were not allowed to move freely, so they sat on the seats together. After everyone finished eating, Teacher Sun who was standing at the door moved his feet and said to everyone: "Line up."

The students lined up in two rows spontaneously, as if the robot had received some kind of instruction.

The eight players stood aside and stared blankly.

The other students are not lined up according to height from short to tall, it seems that there is another order.

A player took a step forward and wanted to be at the end of the queue. Teacher Chen walked up to him, blocked him, and said to the players with a smile, "Just line up in a row."

Wen Qing nodded, turned his head, and found that the expressions of the old players were not very good.

With a dazed face, he couldn't help asking in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Bai Tong walked behind him and lowered his eyes: "Separate the players from the aborigines."

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat. Before, they ate and attended classes like other students...

If they are separated now, it means that the player may be targeted at the time of choosing auspiciousness later?

Wen Qing pinched his palms and nervously followed the team forward.

Walking into the temple, the interior of the temple remains the same as the day of the entrance examination, but the round platform is covered with a layer of white cloth, and the statues and high platform have a holy feeling at first glance.

Everyone stopped under the round platform, the players stood on the left, the aborigines stood on the right, and several teachers stood between them.

The temple was extremely silent, no one spoke, no one made a sound.

Wen Qing exhaled nervously, he could clearly hear his beating heart.

Suddenly, two footsteps sounded from the side.

Wen Qing tilted her head to look, and was stunned.

Zhang Chengrun was brought in by a female teacher. He was in a trance, his eyes were out of focus, and he followed the female teacher in front of him in a nonchalant manner.

The female teacher led him directly to the back row of the aboriginal line, and said to Teacher Chen and others, "I have purified my mind and body."

Wen Qing blinked, and couldn't help but move his eyes to Zhang Chengrun's navel three inches below.

Purification is not the one he imagined, is it?

He turned his head to ask Bai Tong, but Bai Tong looked serious and looked at Zhang Chengrun.

Ozzy and Li Jingjing behind Bai Tong also had the same expression.

Before Wen Qing could ask her doubts, there was another footstep.

"Da da da……"

Everyone looked up, a man wearing a black robe with purple borders, and a man wearing a white mask slowly walked into the temple, the corners of the black robe fluttering, as he approached, the temple suddenly became colder.

The teacher and classmates nodded at the same time, not daring to look directly at him.

Three words popped into Wen Qing's mind - High Priest.

He looked at the high priest's smooth and fair neck, and thought, this high priest doesn't seem to be an old man.

The high priest seemed to be aware of his gaze, the eyes behind the mask turned, and the dark eyes looked at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing hurriedly lowered her head.

The high priest withdrew his gaze, walked straight up to the high platform, and said slowly, "It's time to choose an auspicious moment."

"I need two assistants."

His voice was very ethereal, with a strange rhythm.

Wen Qing couldn't help raising her eyes quietly, wondering if the voice came from himself.

When he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the high priest.

Before Wen Qing could look away, the high priest's voice sounded from the high platform: "The first one."

"Wen Qing."

All the students turned their heads together and looked at Wen Qing enviously.

Wen Qing didn't feel honored at all, her heart skipped a beat in fright, and she didn't dare to step out of the team.

Soon, Teacher Chen walked up to him and said kindly: "Wen Qing, the high priest is calling for you."

Wen hummed lightly, and was carried to the steps next to the high platform by Mr. Chen.

He took nervous steps and walked onto the high platform.

The high priest raised his chin slightly, motioning him to look at the golden cup next to the stele: "Holy Grail."

Wen Qing walked over in small steps, looked down at the trophy-like cup that was bigger than his face, and stammered, "T-Would you like it?"

The high priest glanced at him: "Holding it."

Wen Qing did so, carefully grasping the base of the Holy Grail and hugging it to his chest.

He took a step to the side, with his toes touching the stone tablet engraved with his name, barely feeling safe.

Wen Qing took a deep breath nervously, her nose and mouth filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

It smells good, and somehow familiar.

Wen sniffed lightly, the high priest glanced at him with his head tilted, and said lightly: "The second one."

Wen Qing looked at the players in the audience uneasily, and suddenly, the tall male player who was at the end of the player line raised his hand.

Wen Qing froze for a moment, and the next second, he heard the high priest shout: "Qian Gangfeng."

Qian Gangfeng's eyes lit up, he strode up to the high platform, and asked, "What do I need to do?"

The high priest looked at his chest and said slowly: "You don't need to do anything."

Qian Gangfeng stood aside in confusion, his eyes slowly drifting to the Holy Grail in Wen Qing's hand.

The high priest didn't look at them again, he walked to the center of the high platform, and slowly raised his hand to the people in the audience.

This movement seemed to be a signal, and the students prayed in unison: "Dear God, my spirit is completely open to you, please let your blood shine on me, drive away the darkness, remove the filth, and wash us..."

The impassioned voice echoed in the temple, resounding through the sky.

Wen Qing had never memorized prayers at all, and was worried that the high priest would find out that she hadn't prayed, so she opened her mouth and whispered the last sentence of her classmates, pretending that she couldn't keep up with everyone's rhythm.

"...remove the dirt and cleanse us—"

While thinking about it, there was a pause in Wen Qing's voice.

He heard a strange sound, rustling, which seemed to be some kind of friction sound.

Wen Qing looked around quietly, but found nothing unusual, but the expressions of the students in the audience became more and more fanatical.

The sound was getting closer and closer, as if it was right at your feet.

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, and she slowly lowered her head.

I saw countless vines of different thicknesses climbing up from the stage, all in all directions, all climbing towards Qian Gangfeng standing in the center.

The players in the audience looked terrified, while the students were crazy, as if they were watching some miracle.

Qian Gangfeng's expression changed drastically, and he was about to run away when a vine suddenly rushed to his feet like a snake and tightly entangled his feet.

Qian Gangfeng fell to the ground, opened his mouth, and didn't have time to utter a single word. A vine as thick as an arm tightly bound his mouth and nose, and his face was twisted and hideous due to the force.

Immediately afterwards, countless vines climbed and gathered, coiled into a big hand, and lifted Qian Gangfeng into the air.

"Great God!"

"Lord of glory!"

The excited and resounding prayers of the students resounded in the temple.

Wen Qing was so frightened that her hands and feet went limp, but her thoughts suddenly became clear.

The seminary admits only 69 students each year.

Now there are 74 students and 10 players.

Half of the players will die in the next few days of activities.

Wen Qing's face was pale, and her back felt cold.

Countless vines are still climbing up, and he can even feel a slender and smooth vine crawling over his shoes, reaching into his trouser legs, and slowly climbing up...