svetikya Chapter 226
Chapter 226
"He is just a madman who kills people indiscriminately, but he still has to find excuses for himself."
Although the power of life and death is in the hands of others, Zhang Yang is not afraid at all. He looks at Zhang Qingyun with a little provocation: "Teacher, I want to report that Su Yuan has made all the mistakes you mentioned. It is simply unforgivable! How about you take me to the playground gate to block him now?"
"I promise you that the person he wants to see most now must be you."
Zhang Qingyun was silent.
"Are you scared?" Zhang Yang smiled.
"I just suddenly sighed..." Zhang Qingyun said: "Since the beginning, I seem to have chosen the wrong target. I never found that the most interesting student among my students is Su Yuan."
"That's a pity. If you had chosen him as your target earlier, you might have been in kindergarten now." Zhang Yang said.
Zhang Qingyun: "..."
After a long silence, he lifted Zhang Yang's head and walked out of the classroom: "That may not be a bad thing, but it's too late to say anything now, let's see who will have the last laugh."
Zhang Yang's face was as gloomy as water, and he was not as optimistic as he said.
He had heard all the gunshots and fighting sounds from the senior high school teaching building, which meant that a third force had entered the school.
Moreover, although the evil spirits were killing machines that did not distinguish between enemies and friends, even if the medium stood in front of him, he would still be killed.
But Zhang Yang felt that the medium seemed to be able to arrange the activity area of the evil spirits within his authority, otherwise Zhang Xiaoping would not dare to wander around the campus now.
Just like the family was arranged in the dormitory building from the beginning, it was to increase the difficulty of them going out every night to complete the main task.
If Xia Wu had not entered the scene in time, they might not have completed even one task now.
"The third grade is Eternal Night, and the medium is personally slaughtering the second grade, so the first grade is most likely to be the responsibility of one of the two ghosts."
So it seems that there is one more ghost.
Family or Guanyin?
Where is it?
Zhang Yang had a vague ominous premonition in his heart.
In the dark corridor, Zhang Qingyun sealed Zhang Yang's mouth with tape, and then roughly broke the door of the next classroom.
In this way, bloody massacres unfolded in one classroom after another.
Every time a person dies, the strength of the medium will increase by one point.
Zhang Yang heard Xia Wu say that the strength of the medium is not too strong, but he felt that it seemed that the Taoist judged it based on his own strength.
Ordinary people are as fragile as paper in front of him!
Even a low-level heaven-favored person like himself has no power to resist in front of him.
If Xia Wu's side does not decide the winner as soon as possible, the battle will only become more and more difficult.
......
"My fault..." Zhang Yang was filled with self-blame as he watched Zhang Qingyun kill another classroom of students.
Before the decisive battle even started, he was the first to be killed, and he couldn't help at all.
"What a waste..." He laughed at himself in his heart.
It didn't take much effort for Zhang Qingyun to clean up the entire first floor.
The corridor was filled with a pungent smell of blood. In just a few dozen minutes, he killed at least hundreds of students.
After a person has extraordinary strength and causes enough killings, ordinary people are no longer considered human in his eyes.
Animals, ants, microorganisms?
Zhang Yang felt that Teacher Zhang was in this state at this time, as if he had lost all his emotions, leaving only indifference and ruthlessness.
Turning upstairs with an expressionless face, Zhang Qingyun prepared to go to the second floor to continue his massacre.
The night wind blew gently, and the leaves on the campus trembled slightly, making a rustling sound.
The moonlight sprinkled on the ground like water, illuminating the steps leading to the second floor.
Zhang Qingyun kept walking, seemingly unconcerned about this ordinary night scene.
However, just as he finished walking down the stairs and stepped into the corridor on the second floor, his steps suddenly stopped.
Zhang Qingyun's eyes became sharper, and his pupils shrank little by little.
Under the bright moonlight, he saw a trash can quietly placed in the middle of the road.
The trash can looked shabby, with rust all over the body, as if it had experienced countless wind and rain erosion.
The surface of the can was covered with all kinds of strange patterns, including eagles flying high, spaceships flying in space, and dazzling stars.
Although those patterns were blurred, they still made people feel a persistent pursuit of dreams.
The lid of the trash can was crooked, and a torn piece of drawing paper was hung on the edge, with a child standing on the top of a mountain, looking at the city in the distance, his eyes full of longing and yearning for the future."This is...!!"
He will never forget this trash can.
This is Liu Wuhuan's invention. He made it secretly in his dormitory and was reported by his classmates and sent to his office.
It was clearly thrown away as trash a long time ago...
Why is it here?
In Zhang Qingyun's shocked eyes, the trash can actually spoke.
"Old...teacher, this...this is my...dream..."
Zhang Qingyun's throat seemed to be tightly strangled by an invisible hand, and he couldn't make a sound.
The lid of the trash can slowly shook, making a terrifying "creaking" sound.
The next second, the lid suddenly popped open, and a crossbow rose directly from it.
The bowstring instantly straightened, and the sharp arrow shot at Zhang Qingyun like lightning.
Swish-swish-swish!
The speed was so fast that normal people could hardly react.
But at this time, Zhang Qingyun had already exceeded the scope of human beings.
He leaned slightly to the side, and the arrow rubbed his cheek, leaving a blood mark.
The arrow hit the wall behind him, three-quarters into the wall, and the tail feathers were still trembling violently, making a "buzzing" sound
At the same time, footsteps were heard from the other end of the corridor.
Zhang Qingyun stood there, staring at the figure walking towards him.
"Deng, Deng, Deng..."
As the footsteps got closer, the man gradually walked in front of him.
With the faint moonlight, Zhang Yang finally saw the appearance of the person coming, and his eyes widened immediately.
Isn't this the homeless man near the school?
Last time Su Yuan greeted him, he ran away in a panic.
Why did he appear here?
Just as Zhang Yang was thinking, the homeless man suddenly spoke: "Teacher Zhang Xiaoping, if I'm not mistaken, were you scared just now?"
"What are you afraid of?" The homeless man's voice was hoarse and low: "Are you afraid that the child you killed will come back for revenge? Are you really afraid too?"
Zhang Qingyun stared at him blankly for a few seconds, and the astonishment on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by a faint smile.
"It turned out to be you, Liu Shi."