Not enough.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, and used his slightly shaking fingers to send the steamed bun to his lips, and once again carefully bit off a corner.

The san value starts from 1.

Soon, it became single digits.

At that moment, the hallucinations and auditory hallucinations that could have been controlled seemed to have been suddenly twisted up and invaded from all directions. The sense of direction began to disappear, and reason began to dissipate... Everything was so familiar.

Wen Jianyan couldn't help but tremble from head to toe, his blood-lost lips trembled slightly, and the expression in his eyes began to dissipate. He even had to throw away the things in his hands and use both hands to support himself standing by the table.

Hold on.

Just one step away.

His trembling eyelashes drooped, his eyes falling on the paper.

I don’t know when it started, but the originally clear black small characters on the cold white paper have disappeared, and replaced by crazy and messy red characters, each stroke is like graffiti, and it is almost painful to thrust on the retina.

The words in memory appear, over and over again, like mantras.

I promise that I voluntarily give my flesh and blood

I promise that I will give my spirit voluntarily

I promise that I will give my all

Wen Jianyan tightened his fingers, his nails sank deeply into his palms, but he seemed to feel no pain.

He struggled to reach the new life manual next to him.

In the shaking field of vision, blood-red handwriting began to appear on the blank paper, accompanied by the contaminated chaos and pain of the spirit, and those blurred positions, like printing errors, began to gradually become understandable.

really.

There is no difference between what can be actually read, but I still don’t want to distribute a complete new student manual to freshmen. Why?

...Because once certain conditions are met, the content on the full version can be read.

*

While waiting, Hugo frequently turned his head and looked out the window.

The faint street lights flashed in the dark, and the figures of the vice principal and the student union members were getting closer and closer to the administrative building.

His body gradually became tense, as if he had entered a state of preparation in advance.

The moment those people walked into the administrative building, Hugo's patience finally reached its limit, and he jumped up:

“We have to leave.”

"It's too difficult to break through the main entrance," Hugo spoke very quickly, his sharp eyes flashing in the darkness, and he had already conceived the route to evacuation, "so we walked through the window."

The third floor is not high, so you can live if you jump down.

For them, the real danger is not the height, but other more unknowable crises - just like when they were at the school gate, those anchors who did not follow the rules clearly just stepped into the school gate, but disappeared as if they had entered another dimension.

Hugo turned his head and looked at the darkness outside the window with a serious and solemn expression.

"You all gather here, don't be too far away from me."

Obviously, he had made great preparations and had to endure it with his own means and resources.

"unnecessary."

At this moment, Wen Jianyan raised his eyes.

Under the dim and pale light, his eyes were bloodshot and red, but the expression in his eyes was very calm, calm to the point of being disgusting.

He pressed his hand on a few cold white papers on the table and said slowly:

"Back to the second floor."

"Send a message to ask where the orange candy is. If she has evacuated, please tell her not to get close to the administrative building, but if she hasn't left yet, please ask her to bring people to the second floor."

But this time, Hugo shook his head.

"Sorry." He stepped forward, raised his hand toughly to grab Wen Jianyan's shoulder, with a cold expression, and could not refuse: "I'm going to listen to me this time."

Wen Jianyan looked at him and said calmly: "...Then we will waste all our efforts."

All the crises encountered when entering the administrative building and all the levels you have overcome will be in vain. If you want to come back again next time, you can only wait a week later and start from scratch at a higher difficulty.

“So what?”

Hugo lowered his eyes and almost seemed a little unkind:

“According to my judgment, it is almost zero to survive now.

I believe more in my judgment based on my ability than the decisions you can make in your current mental state—at least this will make all four of us live.”

He controlled Wen Jianyan's shoulder with one hand, waved to the other two, signaling them to come forward, as if ready to enforce his decision.

Instead of leaving the main entrance, he jumped into the window to escape.

Wen Jianyan stared at him directly and suddenly sneered:

"Really? Do you believe your judgment?"

He slowly stepped forward. Compared with Hugo, who was in good condition, his face was as bad as a dead person, pale and fragile as if he had broken apart, but he seemed inexplicably very dangerous.

The young man looked at Hugo without any hesitation. His light-colored eyes were scattered, but he was holding a little sharp divine light, like a ghost fire lit up between the skulls.

The gentle mask was torn and he showed his white fangs rarely.

“Including Xingwang Hotel?”

“…”

Hugo's pupils shrank.

"Varied--"

"Guess, who led you to the painting frame shop?" Wen Jianyan grabbed the other person's arm with his backhand and sneered, "Guess, who made your blood flow into the portrait? Who saved you in that copy?"

"Not a nightmare."

"It's me."

"If you want to pass the level, don't trust yourself,"

Wen Jianyan's expressionless face.
Chapter completed!