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

Chapter 139

After a few kicks, his other leg was also caught.

In an instant, he completely lost his balance, his whole body tilted forward, and his face hit the ground heavily.

"Damn it, come on, I'm afraid of you!" He twisted his body desperately like a madman, trying to break free from the restraints.

"I'm going to vindicate our sports students today. We are not just good at settling down!"

"I'm a man of iron bones!"

More and more pale hands stretched out from the ground, grabbing various parts of his body and pulling him down.

......

Gawain closed his eyes tightly, not daring to slack off at all. White mist continued to permeate from his body, flowing slowly like a clear spring.

This strange mist quickly spread in the field, exuding bursts of refreshing fragrance.

At this moment, several pale and creepy arms stretched out around the table where they were!

These arms twisted randomly on the ground like earthworms, as if desperately searching for something.

"Fragrant"

"What's that smell?" The middle-parted boy standing next to him sniffed hard, with a look of astonishment on his face.

His eyes immediately fell on Gao Wenyi, and he shouted in horror: "Brother, you smell so good!"

However, this strange situation lasted for less than ten seconds.

Gao Wenyi's feet softened, and his whole body almost lost balance and fell to the ground.

Fortunately, Zhang Yang was quick and supported him.

He stared at Gao Wenyi with wide eyes: "No way, you are shorter than Dasha?"

"It's really no good..." Gao Wenyi's face was as pale as paper, and he shook his head weakly, feeling very guilty in his heart.

Because the moment he took back the fragrance, the arms surrounding the table had disappeared, and turned to attack other students.

Witnessing everything happening in front of him, Su Yuan was thoughtful.

Gao Wenyi's ability is obviously not as bad as imagined.

On the contrary, it is very powerful.

It spreads quickly and has a wide range. Its effect on ghosts is just like catnip.

This is no longer an attraction, but a way to forcibly restrict some evil spirits to his side.

This is the only rule he has seen so far that can target evil spirits.

If this is the case, it is not unreasonable to have only ten seconds.

......

On a table tennis table in area No. 3.

"No... No, help..."

The girl cried bitterly, and four or five students squatted down and pulled her up desperately.

But in the face of the evil spirit's killing rules, all resistance is just futile.

"Why are you a girl so desperate?"

"Sooner or later, we will go up, wuwu... Otherwise, everyone will die."

......

The sacrifice began immediately, and only eight of the more than ten people sent by the second team charged towards the futon.

The rest were caught by the ghost's hand, and death was only a matter of time.

In Team No. 1, two boys looked at each other and knew they couldn't wait any longer.

Now that someone was holding back the ghost hand, they had to charge immediately.

And in order to ensure that one of them could arrive successfully, they had to run together in pairs.

"Brother, it seems that this is the last time we run together."

"Well, you are the strongest opponent I have ever met."

"You are not bad either, it is my honor to know you!"

"Let's finish this final sprint together!"

"Asshole, don't underestimate me!"

"Come on, my best brother!"

The two stood with their hands behind their backs, looking forward, their eyes full of fighting spirit.

One of them is called Yang Kun, and the other is called Liu Sheng.

Both of them are sports students, and their specialty happens to be sprinting, often occupying the first and second place in the school.

They are usually rivals who admire each other, and brothers who sleep with their feet touching.

It is really great to be able to decide the winner in this way at the last moment of life.

"3......"

"2......"

"1!"

As the whistle sounded behind them, the two jumped to the ground at the same time.

Liu Sheng narrowed his eyes and took a running posture, like a tiger waiting to be released from a cage.

Then he attacked Yang Kun with an elbow.

"Man!"

The action was natural and not deliberate. It was impossible to do it without watching NBA for two years. Even the most professional referee could only shout: Gift crab!

Unfortunately, he forgot that there was no referee here.

Yang Kun was much more indulgent. He took the elbow and reached for Liu Sheng's basket.

After a short confrontation, Yang Kun was still better.

ForFor men, the adrenaline burst between life and death is enough to make them immune to all pain.

But the basket is an exception.

"Wuhu!" Yang Kun raised his hands, posed in a victory posture, and rushed to the finish line with cheers.

The next second.

"Pah!"

He fell on his face, stood up and turned his head to see that his feet had been firmly grasped by pale hands.

"Damn, I forgot that this thing is random, not whoever runs faster wins, damn it!!"

........

The first round of sacrifice began.

In front of the altar, each of the nine people asked for three incense sticks, lit them, knelt down, and kowtowed to the evil spirit that made them hate them.

In the team of 32 people, 15 people survived in the end, and this was with the help of Gao Wenyi's "Fragrant" at the beginning.

Teacher Zhang finally survived.

The Hu Zicheng who shouted fairness, after all, failed to make it to the finish line.

When the nine people were sacrificing, Zhang Yang tentatively stepped on the ground.

A pale hand immediately grabbed him.

Zhang Yang raised his knife and chopped. At the moment when his arm retracted, several people pulled him up together.

It seems that even during the time period of sacrifice, the venue is still unsafe.

After the sacrifice was completed, everyone watched everything in the venue intently, hoping that the game would end with one sacrifice.

But unfortunately, the number on the wooden fish was still increasing in an orderly manner.

There were still two rounds left.

This was destined to be a tragic night.

The nine people who had completed the sacrifice did not dare to leave the futon. They would start the next round of sacrifice and wait for others to start charging, and then set off to escape to the nearest place to stay.

The second sacrifice time is the 19th day of the sixth lunar month, that is, when the time on the wooden fish reaches the 24th day of the seventh lunar month.

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During the waiting time, the gymnasium was silent and dead silent, as if the whole world had frozen.

Everyone was silent, except for the occasional whispers of people calling their families.

In an age of vengeful spirits, suicide notes and last words are meaningless.

Fortunately, there is no need to worry that your family will be heartbroken because they won't even remember that you ever existed.

When the sun rises again tomorrow, they will start an ordinary day again, and life will continue.

Perhaps only when you accidentally see the half-carton of milk left in the refrigerator, the empty seats on the dining table, the posters on the wall, or the diary in the drawer, will you suddenly feel a little lost and confused.

But this trance will only briefly cross the sky like a meteor, and then disappear without a trace.