The protagonist wants to steal my script again

He Yu didn't take him too far. After leaving the theater, he found an empty classroom in the nearest teaching building and sat down. His handsome face was filled with displeasure, but he didn't show any panic or fear. Seems genuinely impatient with the current situation.

"You should be He Yu from the medical school, right? Knowing that I'm not a living person, you don't seem surprised?"

He Yu glanced at him, and replied naturally: "Why are you surprised, I'm not alive either."

An Minghui: "..."

The main character is not alive?

It doesn't seem to be mentioned in this script?

Also, the original owner in the script didn't seem to be able to last long before he was completely killed, and he couldn't be expected to get any information in that crazy state.

Before he could say the next sentence, he saw He Yu yawned, then lay down on the table as soon as he lowered his head, as if he was about to go to sleep.

"He Yu," An Minghui's eyelids twitched, no matter what he couldn't let this person fall asleep like this, he took the initiative to talk, "Do you know what's going on at school?"

In the plot he got, the original owner didn't know the reason for everything, only knew that the land where the school was located had been tampered with, but he didn't know why everyone was dragged to another hellish place overnight. Even the students who were not on campus at the time of the incident could not escape, and found themselves suddenly appearing in the school in a blink of an eye.

"How would I know about human beings." After He Yu replied confidently, he seemed dissatisfied with him for disturbing his sleep, glanced at him, and then closed his eyes again, "Wait honestly, wait until those people are dead, It's over naturally. Don't run around, go with me to the dormitory to get your umbrella."

"Do you have to haggle over every detail like this with a dead person?" An Ming said in a strange way, "It's just an umbrella, so don't give it back to me."

"I said I want to pay you back, you can just wait, there's no such thing as so much."

After a moment of silence, An Minghui took a few steps forward, sat sideways on the seat in front of He Yu, looked down at the person lying on the table, and asked softly in confusion: "Your friend is still in the theater, are you still in the theater?" Are you really not worried about them?"

"Why?" He Yu looked at him inexplicably, as if he was the one who asked this question, "People are meant to die."

After finishing speaking, he took out a slender and bright long sword out of thin air from his heart as usual, stabbed it straight into the ground with his backhand, and then let go: "Ghosts will not approach, if there are living people coming, it is up to you to kill or send them away." It's okay to go, I'll sleep for a while."

The long sword is extremely well crafted, the blade is shimmering with cold light, the blade is thin and tough, just now when it is held in the hand and waved casually, it looks like long feathers soaring into the air, and the lines on the hilt are also majestic and exquisite, it can be seen that it must be from a famous artist hand.

Most importantly, there was an inexplicable aura emanating from the sword, which made An Minghui subconsciously feel the danger, as if he would be stabbed just by getting close.

"You said you are not alive, so what exactly are you?" He asked softly, this matter was not even mentioned in the script he got, "Can you tell me?"

"I'm He Yu." Probably about to fall asleep, He Yu replied in a somewhat impatient and vague tone, "Be quiet."

This is hardly an answer at all.

An Minghui only knows about this world that the death of the original owner is like the last straw that broke the camel's back. This straw activated a very dangerous existence. Everywhere, they will be pulled back here at the moment when the "game" has fully started.

And everyone in the situation ended up going crazy.Everyone started killing each other without asking why, as if they had lost all reason and became beasts who only knew how to fight.And the strange thing is that everyone firmly believes in one thing: as long as you survive and kill other people, you can get out of hell.

There will be a pattern on each person's arm, some are poisonous snakes, some are scorpions, these patterns seem to divide everyone into two camps virtually.However, there were no more marks on the original owner's arm, probably because he died early in the morning, so he couldn't be included in it at all.

He got up and walked to the window, looking at the ghosts and resentful spirits wandering outside, he could still faintly hear the panicked shouts coming from all directions.

Compared with what the previous world has experienced, all this is more like the end of the world now.

The protagonists in many film and television works are heroes who save the world, but none of the protagonists he has seen seems to have such ambitions. This time, this one takes things like death and murder for granted. This kind of thinking is really rare.

Not a living person, so what kind of existence is He Yu?Is it a ghost?Or is it some kind of ghost?

Thinking of this, An Minghui turned around and came to the sword, squatted down and carefully looked at the cold weapon that He Yu had pulled out of his body.

——What a beautiful sword.

He raised his hand and slowly slid down the sword with his fingertips. The cold and smooth touch was quite comfortable, but the sword itself had a bit of evil spirit, which made a dead person like him instinctively evade and resist. meaning.

Just as An Minghui was gently stroking the blade, a familiar voice sounded from behind him, paused each word, and sounded very gloomy: "What are you doing?"

Turning his head innocently, An Minghui raised his head and looked at He Yu who was looking down at him with a dark face. He didn't know when the other party stood behind him, so he could only smile awkwardly: "I'm sorry, your sword can't To be touched? I don't know."

"I told you, I'm He Yu."

Taking advantage of the dim light in the classroom, An Minghui could vaguely feel that He Yu's face was a little red, and there was an indescribably weird expression on his face.

That expression is hard to describe, a little angry and seemingly indescribable, he asked him back through gritted teeth: "Haven't you studied history?"

An Minghui: "..."

The history of the original owner is really not very good, and he himself knows nothing about the history of this world.

"Haven't you even read the news?" He Yu's tone sounded like he was going to eat people, "Haven't you heard of the M city public museum?"

Under the threat of cannibalism, An Minghui tried his best to find out the news about the public museum in M ​​City from the memory of the original owner.

About four years ago, an exhibit was stolen from a public museum in M ​​City. At that time, a large number of police officers were dispatched to conduct a large-scale search. This news was also on the hot search for a long time. At that time, some people even suspected it There are other countries behind it, but the exhibit has not been found so far, and it just disappeared in the end.

If I remember correctly, the lost exhibit is an ancient sword, because its craftsmanship is already the pinnacle of the cultural relics excavated today, and there is hardly any cultural relic that can match it. Legend has it that It is so sharp that it can even cut off the enemy's head without bleeding from the blade.

It was the sword of a general in ancient times. After the general died in battle, the sword passed through the hands of many people. The name seems to be... He Yu?

"He Yu?" An Minghui finally realized the problem of the pronunciation of the name, and then looked at the long sword in front of him in surprise, and then looked up at He Yu, who had a grim expression, "You are this sword?"

"If you know it, don't touch it again, and stay away from me, aren't you afraid that your soul will fly away?"

To be honest, after knowing that He Yu was the sword, An Minghui was even less afraid.

Maybe after so many worlds, he is also a little spoiled by the protagonist?

"So if I touch this sword, will you feel it?" He asked, reaching out and tapping the blade, "Like this?"

"...!" He Yu shook violently as if someone had really poked his waist, and then his face became even more gloomy, calling his name for the first time, "An Minghui!"

"Sorry, I didn't know you would have such a big reaction." He raised his hand to express that he would not move casually anymore, and at the same time couldn't help asking his own doubts, "But if this is the case, don't you just use the sword when you usually use it?" ...?"

This sword also appeared in the plot, he remembered that He Yu had killed people with this sword, wouldn't it be very uncomfortable?

——I don’t usually feel such an obvious feeling at all!

He Yu didn't say this, because he didn't know why An Minghui alone would have such a big impact when he touched it, and the strangest thing was that he didn't even find this feeling so annoying.

For hundreds of thousands of years, He Yu knows the feeling of piercing human flesh and blood, the feeling of cutting off a human head, and the feeling of being wiped with a silk cloth to wipe the blood and dust on the sword, but he doesn't know why the sword is simply touched. There will be this strange feeling.

"Well, it looks like you're not sleepy anymore?" Seeing that He Yu didn't want to say more, An Minghui also changed the subject cooperatively, "Then let's talk about how to end the current situation, and your arm This one on..." As he spoke, his eyes shifted to the black scorpion mark on He Yu's arm.

"You are obviously not human, why are you marked?"

"Those human beings who study Feng Shui spells don't care whether they use humans or spirits, as long as they have intelligence." He Yu replied indifferently, "I have seen humans use similar formations like this. Gu worms, but it should not be much different from this one. When people are almost dead, it can probably be over."

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He Yu turned out to be a sword

I'm not sure, is it the feeling of Sword Spirit?

No wonder so many of his ideas are so weird

To him, humans are indeed just for slaughter, right?