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Not only the Psychic Club activity room, but other places in the school also experienced such changes like the ghost phenomenon at the same time.

Qi Yu and the others bumped into Yu Yuanzhou who was covered in blood and Fang Wenbai who didn't change his expression in the teaching building where the art room was located.

"Luo Fei! Qi Yu!!"

Yu Yuanzhou howled twice when he saw them, and rushed over as if he saw his relatives.

The amount of bleeding was astonishing, Luo Fei took Xi Xiaobai back two steps, not wanting to be stained with blood.

Qi Yu also disliked the blood on his face, and turned to avoid it: "Hey, don't get it on my clothes. What's wrong with you?"

"I... Let's go to the art room to have a look." Yu Yuanzhou was asked, and began to complain with a sad face, "I thought nothing would happen during the day, but who knew that those statues suddenly started to move, my mother, that fly That's how my head was smashed."

"Where did you get smashed?" Hearing what he said, Fang Wenbai gave him a cold look, then mocked, "You were obviously scared and ran around, tripped and hit your head on the corner of the table."

Yu Yuanzhou blushed when he was told, but he couldn't argue, Qi Yu made up the scene and laughed unkindly.

After laughing, Qi Yu told them about the activity room, and then asked, "Have you two been together all this time?"

"Yes." Yu Yuanzhou wiped the blood with the tissue that Luo Fei handed over, and said, "We have been together since we left the activity room in the morning. If you don't believe me, ask Fang Wenbai."

"Well, that's right." Fang Wenbai nodded in response.

The two of them who have been together can prove each other, so the only person left is obviously the most suspected person.

Zheng Rong.

"Where is Zheng Rongren?" Qi Yu asked.

Several people looked at each other, but they couldn't see the answer from each other's eyes, and no one knew.

"Luo Feifei..." Qi Yu whispered, without explaining to them, he ran back to the dormitory by himself.

101 bedrooms.

Luo Feifei brought a badminton racket from his dormitory, he ran fast, less than 2 minutes before and after, when Chen Haoan came back, he was still lying quietly on the ground, nothing happened.

Sitting on the bed, he spread his palms on the grid of the badminton racket in boredom, and the flesh in the palm of his palm was stuck into small squares on the grid.

Suddenly, he felt the ground he was sitting on shake violently.

earthquake?

Luo Feifei stood up, but the vibration disappeared. He looked back and found that the bed was shaking—not only the bed, but all the ornaments in the entire bedroom were moving.

There was a woman's raving again, still inaudible, but this time the emotion was more intense than before, and the overwhelming hatred could be heard from the broken words.

Luo Feifei covered his ears, the chaotic voice made his head hurt.

In the next second, something flew down from the cabinet and hit him on the back with such force that it seemed to break his ribs.

Luo Feifei was bumped forward and felt a humming and vibration in his chest, and he almost couldn't lift his breath.

Another object hit his feet, and immediately afterwards, Luo Feifei felt as if he was in the center of a tornado, as long as everything that could move in the room was flying around under the action of an unknown force.

The fan on the top of the head squeaked twice, and suddenly it fell down with a "bang", hitting one of Chen Haoan's straight legs. Chen Haoan suddenly suffered from pain in a coma, his brows tightened, and his closed eyes finally opened. seam.

"Okay...it hurts..." Chen Haoan moved his leg vaguely, and immediately felt unbearable pain coming from below, which was obviously broken.

Another dictionary with a thickness of ten centimeters flew towards Chen Haoan's head from the desk, and it was completely rushing to kill him. Howls of despair.

"Bam—"

With the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, Chen Hao'an did not feel the expected pain.

He opened his eyes nervously, and saw Luo Feifei standing in front of him. It was obvious that he stretched out his arm to block it at the very moment, and the thick dictionary changed its path and fell to the ground next to it.

Chen Hao'an looked at him in shock with his mouth half open, not knowing what to say for a while.

Luo Feifei clutched his arm, the piece of flesh under the clothes must have been bruised, and there was some bone and flesh pain when he bent it.

Not caring so much at the moment, he bent down and struggled to move the electric fan away with his other arm. Chen Haoan's injured leg intensified the pain as he moved, and there was another burst of howling.

Luo Feifei gritted her teeth, said "shut up" in a low voice, and then hugged the immobile Chen Haoan.

Carrying the weight of a boy, the back and arm hurt from being hit made his head extraordinarily awake, and he was sweating profusely.

He moved to the window and sent the person out first. Chen Hao'an was rudely thrown out and rolled on the lawn, howling.

Luo Feifei then climbed onto the window sill, and just leaned out, his back was hit hard by something. His vision was blurred, and he seemed to hear the "click" sound of his ribs breaking, a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, and he turned his face down Fell into the lawn outside the window.

Chen Hao'an, who was lying on the bottom one step earlier, happened to be a backrest, and was pressed heavily, and screamed again.

Luo Feifei lay on the ground with a meat pad underneath, but she didn't feel much better.

A bloody smell gushed out of his throat, and he spit out a mouthful of sweet blood when he opened his mouth. His back hurt like it had been cut off, and his arms couldn't move. He buried his face in the grass for a while, breathing in the smell of vegetation. , eyes closed, too lazy to move.

"Shasha, Shasha..."

He heard someone stepping on the grass from far to near, Luo Feifei didn't look up, but Chen Hao'an saw the person coming, and immediately shouted in horror: "You, you, you, don't come here!"

Luo Feifei raised his head, the movement of raising his head caused a sharp pain in his back, his facial expression twisted uncontrollably for a while, and then he faced the face of the person coming up.

It's Zheng Rong.

"Cough...cough cough cough..." Luo Feifei coughed up a mouthful of blood, which probably hurt his lungs, and the cough made his entire chest and back hurt like spasms.

After finally stopping, the voice he made was hoarse than ever before, and it didn't sound like his own at all. He looked at Zheng Rong and said flatly: "It really is you."

Zheng Rong was holding a knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife was pointing downwards at the people on the ground. The whole person was backlit and shrouded in malicious shadows.

His expression was not very calm either, the hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and excused himself: "Luo Feifei, you, don't blame me... I don't want to either."

"Oh, it's just a game, why am I blaming you?"

Luo Feifei probably felt that it was a bit difficult to speak like this. The uninjured arm supported the grass and turned over, lying on his back on the ground. The suddenly bright world was a bit dazzling. He stretched out his hand to cover his head, half-closed his eyes.

Chen Haoan, who was on the cushion under him, was crushed to his leg and cried again.

Luo Feifei lay on the ground and looked up at Zheng Rong. From this angle, he had no chin and big nostrils. He was so ugly that Luo Feifei couldn't help laughing and asked, "Did you burn the file room?"

"...It's me." Zheng Rong didn't intend to hide it anymore, "Get out of the way, I'm going to kill this person."

"Even if you kill him, you will be exposed, and the game will still fail." Luo Feifei said flatly.

"It's just exposure, it won't fail." Zheng Rong said, taking two steps closer.

Chen Haoan stared at him, and yelled in horror: "Don't come here, don't come here, don't come here! I said I wouldn't say it, I won't say it! I really won't say it! Please forgive me... ...uh..."

"...Can you be a little promising?" Luo Feifei listened to his crying voice with disgust.

Chen Hao'an cried and howled: "You can't be your life's flower!"

Luo Feifei sighed brokenly.

For the players, it is just a false life.

But for the characters in the game, they don't know that they are just a game character, and death is death.

During the confrontation, something flew out of the dormitory and fell into the grass not far away. Luo Feifei saw it seemed to be his badminton racket from the corner of his eye.

Luo Feifei was lying on the ground, and suddenly looked at Zheng Rong and laughed out loud, laughing so that the latter, who is the strong side, was horrified for no reason.

"You, what are you laughing at?" Zheng Rong asked tremblingly.

"Nothing." Luo Feifei said with a smile.

Afterwards, he grabbed the other person's clothes and stood up, watched him without saying a word, with his smile unchanged, and bumped straight into the tip of the knife that Zheng Rong held in his hand that was shining with cold light.

"Are you crazy!" Zheng Rong let go of his hand in panic, and took three steps back, looking like he was trying to get rid of the relationship, "I, I didn't do this, you bumped into it yourself!"

In his opinion, there is a world of difference between killing players and killing NPCs. NPCs are just a bunch of data. Although players are also data in the game, they are still living people.

"Yeah, I'm looking for death, it's none of your business." Luo Feifei clutched his chest and stepped back to the wall, slid down against the wall, sat on the ground and looked at him, the blood overflowing from the corner of his lips stained his lips brightly. Red, "Anyway, I have a lot of life."

The tip of the knife sank into the chest cavity, and the flow of time became very slow. It seemed that the hot heart wrapped around the cold blade, gradually stopped beating, and the warm blood overflowed the chest cavity.

It hurts.

Even with a 50.00% pain reduction and knowingly fake, dying still hurts.

It hurt so much that Luo Feifei regretted it a bit.

When he was about to enter the resurrection interface, Luo Feifei looked past Zheng Rong and saw Qi Yu who was hurriedly running from afar.

The other party's face was stunned at first, and then showed an expression hovering on the edge of shock and anger, which made Luo Feifei's mood inexplicably happier.

He moved his gaze down, and landed on Zheng Rong's face in front of him again, with an inexplicable smile on his face.

Obviously he was the one who died, but Zheng Rong had the illusion that he was about to die. He had always thought that Luo Feifei was a gentle and easy-going person, but now when he looked at him, he felt a chill running down his neck.

However, this is not an illusion.

Luo Feifei stared at him, only one thought echoed in his mind at the moment:

When I come back, I can't kill you.