Inhuman Rampage [Unlimited]

Time stands still.

Wen Wusheng held his breath, his hand on the side of the wheelchair tightened for a while, and his heart beat wildly.

When there was no response, the dean repeated woodenly: "Can you lend me your hand?"

He twisted his stiff neck, his gray eyes greedily stared at Wen Wusheng's hand.

At this moment, countless details of the past flashed through Wen Wusheng's mind.

The dean is always busy at night and sleeps most of the day.

The dean is slightly afraid of light, so the central laboratory is located in the dark underground.

The arrogant ghost he captured back then shivered in front of the dean and almost knelt down...

The Dean's prophecy never missed.

The dean obviously has limited mobility in his legs and can only sit in a wheelchair, but he can make the escaped ghost explode in the blink of an eye...

He originally thought that some kind of remote-controlled explosion chip implanted in the ghost's brain played this role, but it was clearly...a mental attack.

Earl has also demonstrated similar abilities.

...The dean is really a ghost.

Behind him, after Wen Wusheng was caught by the dean, the vampire stopped attacking him.

Other members of the Ling group also rushed into the laboratory, seeing the dean, Ye Zeming was the first to rush over: "Dean!"

Everyone else shouted excitedly: "Dean!"

When they saw the dean's eyes clearly, their smiles froze on their faces.

Sun Wanqiu took several steps back in fright, and Ye Zeming's grip on the wheelchair was instantly released.

"Don't come here!" Sun Wanqiu yelled at the team members who hadn't rushed over yet, "He's a fake! He's a ghost!"

"I am the real dean." The old man in the wheelchair said.

Sun Wanqiu: "This is just a game, you are a ghost pretending to be the dean!"

"I am," the old man insisted.

Ye Zeming shook his head: "No, you are not, my grandfather is a human being, not a ghost!"

The old man showed the hole in the palm of his hand again, eagerly said: "Can you lend me your hand?"

When Sun Wanqiu rushed in, he bumped into the running man in black, and only now recalled the bloody hole in his palm.

The ghost pretending to be the dean is deceiving them.

She clenched her weapon tightly, retreated, and winked at the others.

"Zeming, I'm really a ghost." The old man looked at Ye Zeming with a helpless and sighing tone.

"No! You are lying!" Ye Zeming obviously thought of many details like Wen Wusheng, his face gradually paled, he took a few steps back, and insisted, "My grandfather is a human being! My grandfather is a respected dean, how could he be a scourge , It’s a ghost! My grandfather killed countless ghosts, if he was a ghost, how could he kill ghosts! You’re talking nonsense!”

The rest of the Ling group heard this and their eyes became determined.

The old man said: "Zeming..."

"Don't say any more!" Ye Zeming sneered, "You're pretending to be pretty, deceiving people's hearts. It's impossible for my grandpa to have this kind of sorcery that harms others and benefits himself. He benefits mankind and is innocent!"

Sun Wanqiu said coldly: "This game has no good intentions, it knows a lot, and deliberately discredited the dean! I said why the dungeon happened to be a spiritual school, so it turned out to be waiting here!"

The group members were filled with righteous indignation: "We killed him!"

Wen Wusheng remained silent from the beginning to the end, staring fixedly at the dean, and closed his eyes.

He doesn't believe in all superficial information, he only believes in what he has received, experienced, and thought about.

The old man sighed softly.

Ye Zeming's eyes cleared up, and he was burning with anger. He took a few steps away, clenched his weapons tightly, and all the team members stood beside him, as if they were about to strike.

"Are you ignoring me?" the vampire behind said lazily.

With a sneer, he attacked quickly, and the few people were vulnerable, and they all fell down in the blink of an eye.

Sun Wanqiu saw the vampire killing Wen Wusheng, and only had time to shout: "Be careful!"

"No life!" Ye Zeming yelled in horror.

That blow was so powerful that it made the faces of those who fell on the ground ache.

Everyone's beating hearts stopped.

Wen Wusheng threw himself on the Dean without hesitation, completely covered the Dean with his body, and protected the thin bones.

The vampire's blow was obviously aimed at the dean, but it hit Wen Wusheng.

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the dean's cold and white coat.

Wen Wusheng knelt on the cold floor, as if he could no longer get up, but he still held on, and did not slip away from the dean, exposing him to the attack of the vampire.

He had already been seriously injured before, and he was in an emergency situation, so he could only use this most clumsy and most effective method to resist.

The dean's hand holding his elbow trembled slightly, and his voice was unsteady: "Why?"

Wen Wusheng smiled indifferently, raised his head, and stretched out his blood-stained right hand to the dean: "Old man, I will lend you my hand."

Everyone was stunned.

Ye Zeming's mood fluctuated more and more.

"Wen Wusheng! What a fool you are!" Sun Wanqiu was heartbroken, "He's a ghost! He's a fake! This is just a game!"

"Wen Wusheng! Are you crazy?!" The team member said angrily, "He's almost there. If you feed him, he will kill us when he becomes stronger! He's not the dean! What kind of filial piety are you doing at this time! Don't kill us!"

Wen Wusheng turned a deaf ear to it, even the boss vampire showed a trace of doubt in his eyes.

He couldn't understand how humans could be so weird.

The old man looked at the team members who spoke, and said hoarsely: "They are right, this is just a game, so why do you..."

"Nonsense," Wen Wusheng said impatiently, "I am happy."

"Because I'm the dean," the old man paused, took a deep breath, and said slowly, "So even if it's just a phantom, a possible fake, or a ghost who wants to hurt you, you still have to protect me?"

Wen Wusheng said: "Don't think too much, anyway, no one can pass the dungeon in this situation, they will die anyway, no one can pass the level, why don't you just let me play around?"

The old man took a deep look at him, his cold eyes throbbing for a long time.

His left hand pressed Wen Wusheng's hand, and Wen Wusheng gritted his teeth, enduring the burning pain.

The hole in the Dean's palm is shrinking rapidly.

The few remaining people in the laboratory were in a bad mood. They turned on their watches, clicked on the abandonment interface, and were ready to give up and leave at any time.

Gu Ri didn't move when they met, but after waking up, he realized that something was wrong, so he hid quietly again.

The vampires started killing again, and a team member had no time to react and became a corpse.

Ye Zeming managed to stabilize his mind and shouted, "You all go back!"

"Yes!"

Several team members immediately chose to give up on the watch, and their bodies disappeared from the laboratory out of thin air.

Ye Zeming looked at Sun Wanqiu who was still staying, and said involuntarily, "You go back too!"

Sun Wanqiu shook her head: "I won't go!"

She was worried about Wen Wusheng.

He is a person who protects even shadows.

She finally understood why the dean bypassed Ye Zeming and gave the highest authority to Wen Wusheng, who was not related by blood.

Sun Wanqiu's nose felt sour.

A blood hole pierced through Wen Wusheng's hand.

He struggled to get up after holding the sword several times.

Thick blood from the blood hole flowed down the fingertips to the edge of the sword, and the red light on the blood sword became more intense.

After the old man in the wheelchair sucked the flesh and blood of Gu Ri and Wen Wusheng, the blood hole in his hand was completely filled.

His appearance has undergone an earth-shaking change—the sagging facial muscles have filled up little by little, his skin has regained its luster, the smoke gray under his eyes disappeared, and turned into a kind and friendly black like a human being.

He became the beloved dean again, the god in the hearts of the students of Xuanyuan Academy, and the most feared existence of ghosts in the human world.

"Dean!" Sun Wanqiu couldn't help shouting as she looked at the familiar face.

Ye Zeming couldn't believe what he saw.

The hand holding the weapon was too hard, his fingers were worn out, and blood oozed out.

The old man gave Ye Zeming a disappointed but unsurprising glance, with a self-deprecating smile on his face.

He raised his left hand.

The curtain behind him was pulled open by an invisible force, before a ray of sunlight could shine in, the clear blue sky suddenly turned into a night full of stars.

The night was dark and thick.

The old man’s left fingertips moved quickly, and several stars in the sky lit up uncharacteristically. There seemed to be invisible threads between the stars, which pulled his whole body. In the blink of an eye, countless stars were lit up. The night sky was incredible. Heart and soul.

But it was an old man in a wheelchair who caused these earth-shaking changes.

Several people forgot to breathe in this wonderful scene.

The lighting up of the stars almost only happened in a few breaths, and now a hideous blood hole appeared in the palm of the old man's left hand, which had been repaired.

With his fast jogging, the blood hole expanded infinitely, like a black hole, and seemed to swallow him up. When he lit up the last star, almost only five bloody fingers and a pale skeleton remained on his left hand .

There is no flesh on the skeleton.

He was even more injured than before.

That was a huge consumption, he wanted to absorb the flesh to do something.

Wen Wusheng saw something mysterious and mysterious in his jogging, and fell into a strange state, half dreaming, half awake, half knowing, half understanding, ignorant.

The old man looked at Wen Wusheng.

"I temporarily strengthened the law, so that you can sense it for the first time," the old man's voice became hoarse again, and he became decadent and old again. "This is the best time for you to learn to control things with your mind. Try to feel and understand."

"Go and fight," said the Dean, "at the threat of death forget all about the old world, and be subject to entirely new laws, unborn, for you are a born learner."

Wen Wusheng seemed to have grasped something, but didn't seem to have it. When he was thinking, his eyes fell on the left hand of the dean, and he suddenly woke up.

"Don't worry about me." The dean smiled.

Wen Wusheng nodded without any further hesitation.

If the Earl had unlocked the door to the New World for him, then the dean had completely opened the door for him.

Gu Ri stared at everything in front of him aphasia, and woke up suddenly when he heard "controlling things with mind", so excited that he couldn't control himself.

A person who can strengthen the law with his own strength is a powerhouse who can be compared with the ghost king!

He clearly used the ability of the ghost clan, and he was a ghost clan, but he was protecting the human race!

No, it doesn't matter!The important thing is that if he can take this opportunity to improve mind control...

He has just touched the level of mind control, and his consciousness is good and bad. When it is bad, he can't feel the law at all, and he can't use mind control. When he is in a particularly good state, he can only throw a few thin blades at intervals of a few minutes. The hit rate is extremely high, but the power is limited.

He has seen the mind-controlling powerhouses of their ghost clan. They can cut off the entire head of the enemy with just a light throw, and even flying leaves can cut steel, which is hundreds of times stronger than him.

The lighter things are easier to be controlled by the mind, but relatively speaking, the less lethal. He can only control the thin blade at present, but it is said that the earl was able to control the blood sword when he first touched the level of mind control, killing people invisible .

The boss vampire sighed: "Old man, you recruited me as a training partner again."

The dean smiled and said: "You don't need to stay with me, everything is done according to the rules."

"of course."

The dean looked at the distraught Ye Zeming, and secretly sighed.

Whether he is willing to admit it or not, his own grandson is not even a little bit worse than that man's son.

The vampires attacked Gu Ri and Wen Wusheng.

Wen Wusheng raised the sword again.