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The cold stopwatch sounded just in the ears of Ye Buyu and Zhang Guofeng.

Chapter 59-Sick School Rules

Ye Buyu turned around subconsciously, but what he saw was a very gloomy man holding a stopwatch.

The man frowned, as if he was very upset because his interest was interrupted.

Ye Buyu looked at the stopwatch in the man's hand, it was dangerous, it was only one second away from the 10-minute deadline.

"Boss..."

The sleeve was pulled by Zhang Guofeng, Ye Buyu looked at him suspiciously, but found that he was staring behind her.

Ye Buyu raised his head, but he saw more than 40 students in different clothes, sitting motionless on the desks, not daring to show their atmosphere.

What puzzled Ye Buyu was that the faces of these students were extremely tired, and the dark circles under their eyes were so thick that they were almost black, but even so, none of them dared to lie down on the table to sleep, and all of them had their faces full of embarrassment. Focus on the textbook in your hand.

The textbooks seem to have magical powers, making these people completely inseparable from sight.

The weird scene in front of him made Zhang Guofeng's goosebumps almost rise. He walked to Ye Buyu's side, his voice trembling: "This damn thing is too evil, will we be like them in the future?" the same?"

Without saying a word, Ye silently swept towards the desks of the more than 40 people.

Everyone's desks are extremely clean, there is only one Chinese textbook, and everyone even turns to the same page.

And on the right side of the desk, a small yellowed note was quietly pasted there.

"School rules?"

Frowning, Ye Buyu opened his eyes with great effort, trying to see the school rules clearly on the small note, but no matter how he looked at it, these notes were completely empty.

"stop looking."

With a gloomy smile, Teacher Zhou said, "Find a seat and sit down."

Ye Buyu walked towards the last row, and Zhang Guofeng also hurriedly followed behind Ye Buyu with the girl on his back.

"Boss, isn't this school too evil?"

"Ah."

"So what do we do next? Are we really going to sit down for class?"

Ye Buyu looked at Zhang Guofeng angrily: "What are you going to do without class?"

Zhang Guofeng looked around, and found that Mr. Zhou was looking at him coldly, and hurriedly caught up with Ye Buyu: "You said that the boy who was left behind is still alive?"

"It's probably impossible to survive."

Sitting in the last row, Ye Buyu realized that the pages of the Chinese document on the table had been turned.

It has the same number of pages as everyone else, and it is a very famous article in Chinese in the first year of high school: "Looking at Shexi".

Stretching out his hand, Ye Buyu touched the small note on the right side of his desk, trying to tear it off, but found that no matter how much strength he used, it was difficult to tear off the note.

"It's strange, that person obviously tore it apart very easily."

There is no word written on the note, so it is not considered a school rule, which is why Ye Buyu dared to tear the note.

However, he found that Zhang Guofeng beside him was trembling uncontrollably.

Cold sweat wet his back, Zhang Guofeng's pale face was almost full of disbelief, he looked at Ye Buyu, and stammered: "Boss, boss..."

"Do not talk."

Ye Buyu glared at him, signaling him to be quiet.

After closing his mouth, Zhang Guofeng stretched out his trembling fingers and pointed to the right side of Yebuyu's desk.

Ye Buyu was stunned for a moment, and looked along Zhang Guofeng's fingers in some puzzlement, and suddenly his whole body trembled.

"how is this possible?!"

I saw scarlet Song font unexpectedly appearing on the blank note just now:

"Eight school rules: After reciting the current article within three classes, you are allowed to make a mistake of [-] words. If you make more than [-] words, for every [-] words you make, a finger will be cut off."

At this time, Ye Buyu suddenly understood why the students in the entire classroom were desperately looking at the article.If all the schools adopted this set of school rules, there would be almost no poor students.

Because most of the so-called poor students have already been eliminated by this cruel school rule.

......

puff!

The pitch-black liquid splashed out, and Xia Mo, holding two daggers transformed from dead energy, walked in the corridor of the teaching building extremely calmly.

The death energy invisible to the naked eye turned into a sharp blade, and slashed at Xia Mo's neck fiercely. Xia Mo looked at the death energy calmly, and the dark death energy gushed out from his body.

boom!

The barrier formed by the death energy blocked this sharp blade.

"Zilang Bad Behavior Education Center...how many people have been killed?"

"These evil spirits gathered together have already formed a spiritual prison."

Spiritual prison, as the name suggests, is the hell of the soul.

Countless undead were trapped in this school, and their resentment could not be released. Their crazy hatred distorted their consciousness, and finally dissipated into the purest death energy, which was swallowed by the entire school.

According to Zhou Huayuan, he has opened this education center for six years.

In six years, how many students who were sent in could really walk out of this dead school?

Even if they come out, most of their souls have already been replaced.

Another evil spirit rushed out from the half-open classroom. Xia Mo brandished the dagger and directly pierced the evil spirit's head.

puff!

The pitch-black liquid splashed on his face and melted into his body as a dead breath. Looking at the notes that kept appearing on the white wall, Xia Mo didn't even look at them.

"Then, let me guess where Mo Yan will hide."

Sneering twice, Xia Mo walked into the depths of the corridor.

And behind him, which he didn't notice, the smooth tiled floor of the teaching building began to squirm slightly.A bloodshot eyeball opened suddenly.

......

"Are you back here again?"

In the thick white mist, a figure emerged.

It was Mo Yan, but at this moment, the girl's face was pale and frightening.

Looking at the elm tree not far away, and the Zilang Education Center behind the elm tree, Mo Yan frowned.

In the past few days, she tried various methods to leave here, but she couldn't.

Suddenly, three pitch-black figures rushed out from the elm forest.

boom!

Almost being scratched by sharp claws, Mo Yan's mouth cracked as he looked at the three monsters that could no longer be seen in human form: "Are you chasing them again?"

"I happen to be in a bad mood."

puff!

The pitch-black sharp claws directly tore one of the monsters apart.

The next moment, the blood light flashed away.

puff!puff!puff!

Letting her own dark red bloodline devour the flesh and blood, Mo Yan looked at the Zilang Bad Behavior Education Center not far away.

"Sure enough, I should go back... I've searched around the school for so long, but I haven't found anything at all."

Chapter 60-Terrible Punishment (recommendation vote requested)

Soon, the third class in the morning came to an end, and the sound of reciting a book resounded at this moment.

If you can listen carefully, you will find that the voices of these recitations are all trembling, but even so, these students are still reciting the text.

Ye Buyu, who was the first to recite not a single word wrong, opened his eyes and looked at the others. Soon, tragedy happened.

Heart-piercing screams sounded, and the little finger of a boy next to Ye Buyu seemed to have been severely cut by something, and it was cut off from his hand, and blood continued to flow from the smooth and flat cut. flow out.But the people around didn't seem to see this scene, they were still reciting the text on their own.

The boy glanced at his finger that fell on the table with a pale face, and hurriedly continued to recite.

The screams continued to resound in the classroom. Looking at this extremely bloody scene, even though he was silent at night, he frowned and felt a little nauseated in his body.

Standing on the podium, looking at the pained expressions of the students, a smile appeared on Mr. Zhou's gloomy face, as if he was extremely satisfied with the scene in front of him.

Just when these students ignored the severed fingers and carried the books in pain.

puff!

The pitch-black dagger pierced Teacher Zhou's forehead without any warning.

Being firmly fixed on the wall by the dagger, the veins on Mr. Zhou's face were bulging, and he kept stretching out his hands to pull out the dagger that pierced his forehead.

puff!

Quickly pulled out the dagger that pierced Mr. Zhou's forehead, and directly wiped his throat with one dagger. Looking at the fingers all over the classroom, Xia Mo frowned.

Under everyone's disbelieving eyes, he calmly picked up his mobile phone.

Click!

The picture freezes at this moment.

"Zhou... Teacher Zhou is dead?"