God’s Gift [Unlimited Streaming]

"No, no matter how hard you kill these ghosts, you can't finish them all?!"

There was an anchor who was leaning exhausted in a corner, slashing at the endless ghost students in front of him, and collapsed.

"It's normal," another anchor next to him wiped the sweat from his face, quickly chopped off the head of a student ghost, and sighed when the latter couldn't find the direction and walked around randomly.

"There are too many of them, plus," the anchor shook his head helplessly:

"They cannot be killed."

The anchors are completely different.

Unlike the long-dead students, they are real mortal bodies. They will be tired, in pain, and uncomfortable. They can still resist in a short period of time, but what if they stay like this forever?

They could hold on for one hour...two hours...three hours, but what if it was four hours, five hours or even a few days? Can they really withstand such high-intensity killing?

The anchor, who was already tired and slumped in the corner, looked confused. He looked at the anchors in front of him who were caught in countless ghost waves. Occasionally, one or two of them were swallowed by the ghost tide because they were too tired, and the people around them had no time to save them... The anchor couldn't help but feel despair.

"...Us," he closed his eyes, and the hands hanging by his sides trembled silently.

"Can we get out alive?"

Will their efforts to resist really work?

He was answered by the shrill cries and howls of the student ghosts.

After a long while, Ye Zhi, who was already covered in blood in the crowd, touched the dark blood and sweat on her face. She looked at the smelly dirt in her hands, her voice was hoarse and trembling.

"Wait."

Ye Zhi whispered: "As long as one of us can pass the level, we can live."

"So now, apart from stopping these ghosts... we have only one way."

They have no choice.

As ordinary anchors with no skills or even any props, if they can't even handle such "low-level" ghosts, they can really die immediately.

"I don't want to die," Ye Zhi's face turned pale. She opened her eyes, the bags under her eyes were black and tired, but her hands did not lose strength at all.

Ye Zhi ferociously inserted the knife in his hand into the head of the student ghost in front of him, peeling off the other person's brain regardless of the other person's sharp nails digging into his own flesh.

"I still have a daughter, I still have a daughter, I can't die..."

The white brains and rotten stench flooded Ye Zhi's whole body, but she just blinked the blood on her eyelashes indifferently, and once again slashed at the ghosts that rushed towards her.

This timid and cowardly looking woman actually looked particularly frightening in the current wave of ghosts.

Many anchors were trembling with fear as they watched, and immediately after reacting, they didn't even have time to think, and fell directly into the next round of fighting.

Everyone knew that what Ye Zhi said was right.

No one wants to die like this. If they die in a place like this, not even a body will be left, and no bones will be left in the true sense.

In this kind of ghost wave, capable anchors will definitely be the first to find the point where they can kill in one blow or even clear the level.

And they... can only rely on themselves to confine these ghost waves here and prevent them from disturbing... Some of them may die, but if they do nothing, they will only die faster.

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"Welcome to Fengze College. This is the cradle of elites and the best breeding ground for academic development. I sincerely wish all students' dreams come true soon."

A sweet female voice sounded in the ears, the dazzling white light began to gradually become softer, and the picture in front of everyone changed from blurry to clear.

Yang Jingshu was standing in a clean and bright lobby. The internal architecture was very clean. Sitting in her position, she could just see several instructors sitting on the lobby stage, as well as the middle-aged man at the center of the lecture.

She had met this middle-aged man before.

In the copy of "Love".

"Sister Jing," Fang Ran's deliberately soft voice came from the side.

Yang Jingshu turned her head to look at the other person, saw the other person's obviously frowning, and subconsciously asked: "Does your head hurt?"

Fang Ran nodded hesitantly, touched his head and said, "A bit, is this an illusion now?"

Fang Ran remembered that they had just stepped into the dormitory building and fell into a strange dizziness...

"should be."

Yang Jingshu nodded slightly. She raised her hand and pressed directly between Fang Ran's eyebrows. She pressed gently under the surprised look in his eyes, and then withdrew her hand.

"We'll wait."

Inexplicable illusions will not appear in the dungeon. The current illusion appears because some NPCs in the dungeon are filled with resentment, or... This is the reason why Fengze became a "dungeon".

So far, neither Yang Jingshu nor Fang Ran has a clear idea on how to clear "Fengze Academy".

On the stage, the principal sitting in the center was still minding his own business, lowering his head and reading the document in his hand. Every word was extremely clear, resounding throughout the silent hall.

"Today, all parents bring their children to Fengze Academy in order to help the children they have raised through hard work return to the right path and become the obedient, sensible, and motivated good children they once were..."

The principal's temperament looks very gentle, his figure is neither fat nor thin, he wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his whole body exudes a convincing air of elegance.

If she hadn't known that the man in front of her was the ultimate master behind Fengze, Yang Jingshu believed that everyone would think that he was a truly "good person."

Although she didn't want to hear these false and annoying words, Yang Jingshu continued to listen quietly in order not to alert others.

Fang Ran next to her felt her head hurt when she heard this. She looked around silently. When she saw the people sitting comfortably around her, her newly smoothed eyebrows frowned again.

For some reason, the person next to her was obviously very close to her, but she couldn't see the other person's appearance clearly. It was like there was a shallow layer of mist permeating it. With the naked eye, she couldn't see clearly at all. .

Something strange suddenly appeared in Fang Ran's heart. She subconsciously pulled the corner of Yang Jingshu's clothes. Just as she was about to speak, the lights on the stage suddenly dimmed. With the principal's increasingly impassioned voice, the lights instantly became chaotic.

"I know a lot of parents come here because of it,"

The light on the stage was dim and chaotic, and all one could hear was the smiling voice of the principal. As if he was being greatly encouraged, he suddenly sighed and said loudly:

"Everyone knows that I, Mr. Huang, have a kind heart and have worked hard to nurture many orphans without asking for anything in return, so that they can grow up without any burden, study healthily and happily like all children, and eventually grow into the elite among the elite in contemporary society,"

The principal suddenly stopped after speaking. When the light stopped on his face, it illuminated his smiling face.