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

Chapter 121

Amid the raging fire, a black shadow slowly walked out of the smoke-filled area.

His steps seemed a little staggering, as if every step required all the strength of his body.

"Cough... cough cough cough... wow!"

Suddenly, the black shadow coughed violently, and then suddenly knelt on the ground.

Su Yuan used one hand to support the ground with difficulty, and the other hand tightly covered his chest, and large mouthfuls of blood spit out from his mouth like a spring.

Although he had noticed the danger and reacted at the first time, he still didn't have time to run away.

At this moment, he couldn't find an inch of intact skin on his body, and he could even smell the burnt smell on his body.

His chest was injured last night, and he was hit hard on the chair by the aftermath of the explosion just now. Now coughing would bring a heart-wrenching pain.

Su Yuan took a long time to slowly stand up from the ground.

He looked back at the school auditorium engulfed in flames. It was dead silent. Apart from the crackling sound of the raging flames, no other sound could be heard.

He was the only one who ran out.

Everyone inside was dead.

At the same time, he felt that the fog in his mind had also been partially dispelled.

There was indeed an explosion in the school auditorium during the literary evening party in the first year of high school.

More than 20 students, including a teacher, were killed.

The former principal was suspended, and the parents of the students held banners at the school gate and cried.

But he still couldn't remember how long the impact of this incident lasted and how it was resolved in the end.

Was the cause of the explosion actually due to a student's invention?

Su Yuan now knew why Liu Wuhuan had to apologize to his father last night.

"Did Liu Wuhuan lie to me? He is not that simple, he has been hiding himself, and he is actually a terrorist with an extremely antisocial personality?"

Combined with his experience, Su Yuan felt that it was very likely.

But how could he, a student, make such a powerful bomb?

Is it related to the (blank) name he mentioned?

There are three main quests left. What else has happened in this school?

A person who has been dead for two years, his consciousness still exists today?

Am I not his good friend... Why did he blow me up too?

What exactly is the content of the broadcast?

A slight breeze blew over Su Yuan's burnt skin, and he felt a needle-like pain.

Forget it, don't think about it.

He is tired.

Su Yuan felt that he had reached his limit, both physically and mentally.

......

The moonlight was dim, and the shadows of the trees were dancing.

The evening breeze gently swept over, sweeping up a few yellow leaves. When these leaves floated in front of Su Yuan, they suddenly became blurred, as if they were seen through a layer of gauze.

Then, those blurred leaves actually emitted a soft halo, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Slowly, Su Yuan raised his head. Everything around him began to change. The towering teaching buildings, street lights, flowers, plants and trees gradually turned into countless tiny yellow light particles from the top, floating into the sky like snowflakes, and then gradually dissipated.

He realized that the world was disappearing and the dream was about to end.

"I hope it's not too late."

He felt very tired and wanted to take a nap, but he still dragged his injured and tired body and walked slowly in one direction.

There were spotlights and a stage, and a person he wanted to see.

His shoes were broken and a little uncomfortable, so Su Yuan simply took them off, leaving bloody footprints on the ground.

Now he had only one last thought.

"The business has been done. I'll go and say goodbye. Is it okay?"

......

The rostrum in the playground was used as a stage and was carefully arranged. The seats for the audience were benches that the students brought from the class.

Su Yuan walked to a corner close to the stage, leaned against the wall, and sat down slowly.

However, such a seemingly ordinary action made him sweat coldly, and his broken body was on the verge of collapse.

Su Yuan's appearance also attracted the attention of other students, but they were not too surprised. After all, in their eyes, he was just a boy who fell down, but fell "a little miserably".

The evening party had just started, and the previous program had just ended. The two hosts were standing in the center of the stage, giving passionate speeches.

He had never seen the female host, but Su Yuan knew the male host. He was the tall and fat boy who was scared by Wu Linfeng and dared not go to school. His name was Chen Zeyu. He loved to show off, had a loud voice, liked to sing high notes, and would drool when he sang emotionally.Flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Today is an important occasion for him, so he will definitely not drool, but Su Yuan still feels annoyed because he talks too much.

"Campus life is full of youthful vitality. The sound of Lang Lang reading, the noise during class breaks, and the running footsteps on the playground compose a beautiful campus march."

"Students use their vigorous youthful vitality to discover and create beauty on campus, interpret their understanding of art, and express their love for life.

"Please enjoy the dance [Yu Shengyan] brought to us. "

Swish.

The spotlights went out instantly, and the host quickly left the stage. When they came back on, six girls in classical long skirts appeared on the stage.

The students below began to cheer, and the girls danced to the music. Su Yuan felt that it was no wonder that the school auditorium was less crowded. Compared with here, it was indeed dull and boring over there.

Sitting on the playground, blowing the cool evening breeze, watching the pleasing performance, at this moment, even the air around seemed to be filled with a fresh and pleasant, refreshing and comfortable atmosphere.

The only trouble is that there are too many mosquitoes in the summer nights.

Su Yuan has read on the Internet that there is a kind of ant called a bullet ant. A bite of it feels like walking on burning charcoal, or being bitten by a 3-inch long bullet. The pain caused by the rusty nail piercing the heel is greater than that of any other insect.

For himself who is almost burnt, these mosquitoes are no less painful than bullet ants.

But Su Yuan lets them bite him, because slapping mosquitoes is much more painful than being bitten by them.

"Ahem..."

It is really too tired. Su Yuan wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, slowly closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the ground lightly, responding to the melodious music rhythm

Gradually, Su Yuan felt that he could not touch the ground. He looked down and found that a layer of yellow light appeared on his fingertips and gradually dissipated...

This dream like a bubble will eventually dissipate like a phantom.

Please, come quickly.