When the weirdness comes to the world, death is the end

Xia Wu had expected this, and said as if he had foreseen it: "Get a few more pistols and distribute them to ordinary people, so that they can also fight against Yongye?"

"I..." Zhang Yang opened his mouth.

"That won't work." He sighed slightly: "The effect of guns is smaller than you think. It can't narrow the gap between ordinary people and "Heaven's Favored"... On the contrary, the probability of killing each other is relatively high."

"So we strictly control guns. Whether it falls into the hands of ordinary people or "Yongye", it will only accelerate the spread of "Spiritual Grudge", which is not worth the loss."

"What you said makes sense. "Zhang Yang agreed with his idea and scratched his head: "But I just want to ask if there is a cooler model, like the golden Desert Eagle or something..."

...................

The classroom was filled with a strong and pungent smell of blood. Bald Donkey stood on the podium with an extremely ugly face.

Under his feet was the corpse of the sick ghost. His whole head was beaten to pieces and blood was slowly flowing on the ground.

Damn, how could this happen? Is the wild imagination of "Red Peach" actually true?

That gun must have hair. He really died in the hands of these students... Among them, there are "Heaven's Favored Ones", either very strong or more than one...

While Bald Donkey lowered his head to think, shouting sounded in the corridor.

"Bald bastard, look at your dad!"

Hearing the shout, Bald Donkey quickly turned his head, and Ye Haoyu immediately raised his hand and fired another shot,

"Fuck you, I asked you to look, did you really look? Are you worthy of looking at your dad's handsome face?"

Bald Donkey turned his head to avoid the bullet again, his eyes were full of anger, but he was not blinded by anger.

What we need to do now is to hurry up and call for help, kill this student first!

He quickly squatted down, using the podium as a cover, and took out the black walkie-talkie.

"Tao, I found the "Heaven's Favor", in the teaching building, the consumptive ghost is dead, hurry up, quick!!!"

Seeing this, Ye Haoyu also began to ask for help, "He didn't fall for it, and he started calling for help."

Su Yuan said lightly: "Run, use the fastest speed, take a shortcut back to the dormitory. "

Although Bald Donkey asked for help, Su Yuan thought that no one would come.

At this point, it actually explained a lot of problems. Jiang Shan died, but the police were hiding it, which meant that there was definitely "official" intervention.

There should be smart people on the "Eternal Night" side, who might not take action before they understand the situation. In addition, if they take action at this moment, they will inevitably be involved in the "Spiritual Grudge".

Weighing the pros and cons, they will not send anyone tonight.

As for revenge for teammates, it is even more nonsense.

However, Su Yuan did not dare to gamble. Who can understand the thoughts of a madman?

Ye Haoyu may not be able to kill Bald Donkey alone if he continues to stay there, so there is no need to take risks.

"Run away again?" Ye Haoyu was a little unwilling. He just cursed and didn't have enough fun.

"Come back first, there will be something important for you to do later."

"Okay." Ye Haoyu turned around and ran, cursing as he ran:

"I'm a grass-fed bull demon to reward you, explaining your dream, you are like a family..."

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[The winner of the ninth round of private school gambling: Ye Haoyu]

[The tenth round of the game is about to begin, participants who draw number 10 please go to the podium]

A message popped up on the phone, and the bald donkey stood up, looking around the classroom with a cold look, but found that no one stood up.

In the class, the faces of the remaining people were extremely gloomy. Although they didn't understand the current situation, the scene just now reminded them.

This bet can kill the opponent!

Seeing that no one stood up, the bald man glanced at the time and decisively walked towards the boy closest to him.

"You...what are you going to do?" The boy retreated in fear.

"Show me your number plate!" Bald Donkey grabbed his neck and lifted him up. He glanced at the others and said coldly, "You too..."

"You, not... me... cough cough!" The boy's face flushed red. He reached out with trembling hands and took the number plate out of his pocket with great effort.

Bald Donkey only took a look and put him down because the number on it was not [10].

The boy lay on the ground, gasping for breath.

"Where's yours?" Bald Donkey repeated expressionlessly.

Everyone knew that he was not easy to mess with. They picked up their number plates one by one, and at the same time, they were wary of being seen by others and only aimed at Bald Donkey.

Bald Donkey looked around and found that none of them were his. There was also a boy in the corner who was trembling and did not raise his number plate.

So he walked over decisively.

"Fuck you, I'm going to fight you!" The boy gritted his teeth, raised the stool and threw it at him.

Bald Donkey caught the stool with one hand and pulled it back. The boy felt a huge force and stumbled forward two steps uncontrollably. Bald Donkey took the opportunity to grab his head.

There was a muffled sound, and Bald Donkey slammed his head hard on the table.

The boy's head exploded like a watermelon in an instant, and bones, brain matter, and blood spurted out. One of the warm and sticky things, like pink tofu, flew to the face of the girl closest to them.

The girl was stunned for a few seconds and screamed.

"Ah!!!!"

Bald Donkey touched the pink and white tissue on his face and immediately rushed out of the classroom.

..............

[The winner of the tenth round of private school gambling: Wu Renquan]

[The eleventh round of the game is about to begin. Participants who draw number 11 please go to the podium]

After the girl screamed for a few seconds, the classroom suddenly became quiet.

There were still ten people left on the field, and no one spoke.

At this moment, it seems that there is only one way left to survive...

Even if you want to gamble your life with the rules, you still have to guard against the opponent's sneak attack.

It's better to... strike first!

I don't know who picked up the stool that fell to the ground first.

Then someone took out a compass, a pen...and someone took out a knife that was prepared in advance.

After another period of silence, someone suddenly screamed.

The game of gambling on life officially turned into a fight at this moment!

..........

On campus, Bald Donkey ran at full speed.

He didn't want to avenge anyone, he just wanted to get back to the dormitory as soon as possible.

After a few days of observation, the characteristic of the "evil ghost" was to indiscriminately slaughter people who were outside the door in the "spiritual grudge" after the lights were turned off.

This "evil ghost" that was almost not restricted by the rules was extremely strong, and he couldn't deal with it at all.

There were only ten minutes left before the lights were turned off, and he had to get back to the dormitory as soon as possible.

As for the mission, fuck it!

When he was about to reach the dormitory, Bald Donkey felt a chill and goose bumps all over his body.

Bang!

He subconsciously turned sideways, and a bullet with a whistling sound passed by him.

"Damn, you can dodge this? I'm a master of outlining in the game, but I can't hit anyone in real life."

In the shadows, a muscular boy came out cursing.