Zhengwenjun

After hearing the mission, everyone was dumbfounded.

After the experience just now, the hint given by this D-level copy is already clear:

"As long as you follow the rules, you won't be killed."

However, after the NPC clearly stated the rule "Do not leave the dormitory after lights out at ten o'clock", the live broadcast system immediately updated a task that was completely opposite to the rule:

“Leave the dormitory room after lights out and explore campus.”

Isn't this clearly pushing the anchor into a death trap?

They could hardly imagine what kind of horrific situation they would face if they were caught by the old witch after leaving the dormitory.

The lingering sound of the clock echoed in the air.

The entire dormitory building has been surrounded by darkness, with only the ceiling light at the corner of the corridor still on. In the thick and suffocating darkness, there is a dim and weak white light flashing.

In dormitory 201.

New anchor Cheng Huaquan stood alone in the darkness, having not yet reacted to the impact of the live broadcast task.

With trembling hands, he took out his ID card in a panic.

The initial duration was seven hours, and now there are four hours left.

Cheng Huaquan's fingertips turned white and he clutched the card tightly, as if this was the only way to feel safe.

He stared at the numbers above and secretly made up his mind.

He is not prepared to do this main line.

Anyway, his initial survival time is the longest. Even if he doesn’t do this main live broadcast task, it shouldn’t matter much. Anyway, he only needs to get points that can be redeemed for three more hours to pass the level. He can just ask the audience for rewards.

, collect the points for passing the level before the next settlement cycle is reached.

He really didn't want to face the unknown monster outside the room again.

After completing the psychological construction, Cheng Huaquan turned on the live broadcast light screen.

He worked hard to please the audience, spared no effort to satisfy any of their increasingly outrageous demands in the live broadcast room, licking his face and humbly begging for more popularity and rewards.

However, what he couldn't understand was that no matter how hard he tried, the number of people online in the live broadcast room was still declining rapidly and unstoppably.

Just like the sand held tightly in the palm of your hand, the harder it is, the faster it will drain away.

When the number of live broadcasts dropped to about three digits, Cheng Huaquan finally panicked.

If this trend continues, there will be no chance of him surviving.

"Don't go, don't go!"

He put his pale, sweaty face in front of the light screen and shouted in panic: "You, what do you want me to do? Just mention me, I will definitely——"

When Cheng Huaquan was so anxious that he was sweating all over, a slight "duh" sound came from behind.

Rhythmic, knocking sound.

It's very light, so light that it will be ignored as long as you focus a little bit.

Unexpectedly, in Cheng Huaquan's live broadcast room, the number of people who had been losing suddenly stopped and even started to increase.

The fire of hope lit up in his eyes:

"Thank you, thank you everyone, I will definitely not let down everyone's support..."

However, Cheng Huaquan, who was immersed in ecstasy, did not notice that although the number of people online for this live broadcast was increasing, the barrage was extremely quiet, with almost no barrage appearing.

As a novice anchor, Cheng Hua had no idea that all comments involving spoilers would be blocked.

However, in the dead silence, he gradually realized that something was wrong.

"Duh."

"Duh."

"Duh."

Regular banging sounds sounded one after another, becoming clearer little by little as time went by, until they were completely impossible to ignore.

Cheng Huaquan froze on the spot.

...That sound did not come from the corridor, but echoed inside this room.

To be precise, right on the back of his head.

His eyes were trembling nervously, and cold sweat slid down his sunken temples.

Can't go back, can't go back, can't go back -

The light screen in front of him shook slightly, and a faint light illuminated the glass not far away.

Like a mirror, the anchor's face, distorted by fear, was clearly reflected on the glass.

as well as……

A pair of feet hung behind his back, dangling in the air.

"Duh."

"Duh."

The drooping black toes hit the metal bedpost, making regular sounds.

Almost uncontrollably, Cheng Huaquan's eyes slowly moved upward——

He saw a person hanging from the fan.

The long black hair hangs down, and the smiling face half submerged in the shadow stares straight at him. It is as pale as molten wax, and a pair of strange pure black eyes stares at him for an instant, grinning silently.

“...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”

The shrill screams cut through the darkness.

On the ID card, the remaining survival time dropped rapidly at a terrifying speed, as if it was being swallowed by some invisible existence, and dropped to single digits in the blink of an eye.

Snap.

In the live broadcast square of [Decai Middle School], a screen went black.

[The anchor has been disconnected]

[27463hud live broadcast room will close in one minute, countdown: 60,59...]

In the live broadcast room that had turned black, the audience was delighted by death and were discussing contentedly in the barrage area.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, it's such a pity that I only had eight hours of survival time at the beginning."

"This kind of anchor who resists the main task has no use in surviving and has no viewing value at all."

"At least the few minutes before the connection was cut off were quite enjoyable."

"This is too unoriginal, friends. I vomited blood in the 789326qwk live broadcast room next door to Amway. I survived for 20 minutes at the beginning of Tianbeng. Not only did I survive until now, it is said that I single-handedly raised the rating of the entire copy.

So pretty!”

"Yes, that anchor is really awesome, bold and careful, has a very good mouth, and he seems to be a trumpet account of some big shot."

"And he encountered this monster as soon as he started. It was really an extreme comeback. It was amazing."

"Blow? Why don't I believe it?"

"Really or not? I'll go take a look."

As time goes by, the number of people online in the live broadcast room gradually decreases.

【5,4,3...】

The word "blood" slowly appeared before the live broadcast room was closed.

[Our slogan is, entertain yourself to death]

In the dark corridor, Su Cheng groped fearfully and walked forward step by step.

His initial survival time was too short. Even though he had been working hard to unlock his identity card and earn points, he only had more than an hour left.

As a newcomer to live streaming, the number of online people and rewards in the live broadcast room has always been maintained at around a few hundred.

Therefore, even though he knew that breaking the rules would be costly, Su Cheng had to bite the bullet and leave the dormitory.

If he doesn't accept the main quest, he will definitely die.

The corridor was dark, with only the lights in the stairwell flickering behind it, giving people a strange, depressing and suffocating atmosphere.

In his live broadcast room, the audience made comments one after another.

"The host has been broadcasting in the room for a while, but nothing happened?"

"Yes, I remember that this dungeon cannot violate any rules. Anyone who violates the rules will be targeted by ghosts. It's just a matter of time."

"I originally thought the anchor was lucky, but I just ran to the anchors next door who chose to leave the dormitory to check. They are all safe. What's going on?"

"Did the first few people not go to the 789326qwk live broadcast room to make up for classes?"
To be continued...