Being attacked, Tang Xinjue was not surprised.

Use the head to clear the level in advance, the most favorable time is the beginning of the level. In the last level, many informers were still adapting to the game, so they chose to hide and wait for an environment suitable for shooting.

This level was given such an environment at the very beginning.

The game forces everyone to appear on the balcony, and attention is drawn to the one-minute task, which makes it difficult to resist attacks in a hurry, let alone identify the attacker.

Looking up, two attack skills came from left and right directions, one was a short and sharp ice cone, and the other was a black snake-like mist.

The former is obviously an indiscriminate group attack, while the latter is more targeted and faster.

Tang Xinjue didn't dodge directly, but as if she didn't notice any danger at all, when she flipped the wrist and raised the cloak, the black fabric rolled out of air out of thin air.

With a barely audible sound, the airflow collided with the ice pick. The latter was "scraped" and deflected, but instead collided with the black mist!

With a hiss, a burning smell spread in the air.

"Heart..."

Zheng Wanqing was pulled back just as she was about to open the window and go out to help. Zhang You motioned to silence: "Don't disturb her."

After turning around again, Tang Xinjue pulled her hands away, and the corner of the cloak was already on the drying pole.

In front of her, two attacks stopped outside the guardrail. The black fog was blocked, making a hissing sound like a small snake spitting out a letter, but in an instant, the ice pick had been eroded to a small piece.

It seems that the object of erosion is wrong. The black mist pauses for a moment, and it turns its tail and hisss to find other breaths. Just when he successfully found the target, a crisp finger snap sounded from Tang Xinjue's hand.

The black fog stopped again.

The environment has not changed, but it cannot catch the breath of its prey.

Tang Xinjue was calm in front of him, but the black fog seemed to have lost his sense of power. But its orders made it necessary to attack, and after a silent pause, it continued to bite the ice pick.

The ice cone completely melted away, and the black mist also disappeared into the air.

At the same time, Tang Xinjue also set up the other corner of the cloak, pulling on both sides, the clothes were completely covered on the drying pole.

From the beginning to the end, from the outside, she seemed to have done nothing, just put on a dress smoothly.

【You have successfully set up your clothes, the sun will soon dry it. You think you're done and ready to go back to your dorm contented, but just then, you find out...]

The task prompt stopped abruptly in my ears.

Before thinking about it, Tang Xinjue heard exclamations from outside - the indiscriminate attacks of the informers had fallen like raindrops, accompanied by the overlapping and overlapping sounds of doors and windows opening and closing, making random actions one slice.

"Is it over? It only took seven seconds!"

Guo Guo couldn't hide her excitement and slapped her thigh, but she couldn't help grinning because of the pain.

At this moment, a swishing sound from the other side of the balcony made everyone in 606 turn their heads.

The window of 605 was opened, and the two girls timidly got out of it, buried their heads and didn't say hello to them, and rushed directly under the clothes pole to dry their cloaks. They also took the clothes drying fork, but the soaked cloak fished out of the rain was very heavy. As soon as it was put on, the clothes drying fork was almost dropped downstairs. The two girls were so frightened that they hurriedly tore off the cloak and switched to using it. Throwing hands on poles.

Tang Xinjue silently glanced at them, then looked away.

The ice pick just now was a large-scale attack, and more than one whistleblower chose to do so. Under the defense of each candidate, at least dozens of ice picks fell from the floors, along with rockets, stones... and even colorful beetles.

Some of their targets are random, while others are aimed at a certain floor. Although group attacks can hardly cause fatal injuries, it is inevitable that unlucky candidates will be recruited.

On the third floor opposite, there was a boy clutching his chest and fell to the ground, with a pool of bright red on his chest.

Take advantage of the sickness! At the same time, there were at least three skills vying to fly towards him, and the boy's eyes widened and he said, "Are you putting this on to grab people's heads?!"

Before the attack hit him, he rolled over on the spot with a donkey, and crawled into the bedroom while cursing.

Of course the whistleblower refused to let go of this opportunity, only to hear a sudden sound of breaking through the air, a huge ice pick the thickness of an arm glowed with a chilling light, and stabbed straight at it!

The boy patted the ground and shouted: "Hero help!"

The shield came in response to the wind, blocking the blow of the ice pick. Looking along the trajectory, the long-haired girl in Building B 307 sat cross-legged on the guardrail with a cold face, her cloak fluttering gently behind her.

When she saw the boy who was being chased, the long-haired girl was startled: "Why are you again?"

In bedroom 606, Zheng Wanqing also asked this sentence: "Why are they again?"

Although she has been immersed in papers all year round and has developed a writing memory that is second only to Tang Xinjue, she is half face-blind in recognizing people. But she also recognized that the boy on the opposite side was screaming miserably at the beginning of the game, holding a white flag and surrendering.

At this moment, this unlucky boy is rolling on the ground. The shield blocked the ice pick, but it didn't block the bugs sneaking in from behind.

A piebald spider was smashed from the arm by the boy screaming and thrown out.

About ten seconds or so, the game counted, and a new student died.

Everyone: ...this is too bad luck!

Tang Xinjue gently tapped her fingers on the guardrail, her gaze outside 303 had no emotion, and she turned her eyes away after observing for a moment.

The field is complicated and exciting, and she can see it all from her point of view: the dormitory of spiritual power has sent cautious ordinary candidates to hang clothes, and the same is true of the dormitory of men with masks. The boys who came out to hang clothes His face was as pale as paper, and his hands were still shaking slightly.

Tang Xinjue saw that on the boy's wrist was a silver bracelet with a cold breath.

The shield flew back quickly, and was held by the long-haired girl with a bang. Once again, no one was caught, and the girl jumped from the guardrail into the balcony with a cold face, only to find the new boy next to her.

Perhaps remembering that a roommate was sacrificed in this dormitory not long ago, her face softened: "Do you need help?"

The long-haired girl just thought he was too cautious and scared, so she didn't speak any more, and turned her head to push the window and enter the room.

"Wait! That..."

The boy who finished the task suddenly stopped her, and his face seemed to be a little paler when he opened his mouth. …”

“Crossing the Vault, I’m X Your Horse!!”

A scream of rage exploded from a distance, interrupting them.

We are all informers, I didn't even shoot at you, are you going to kill me??"

He stretched out his hand towards the top, and the frost quickly condensed and formed in the palm of his hand, turning into a huge icicle that seemed to be shot out, but failed.

After a few breaths, he rolled his eyes and swallowed, and his body collapsed, revealing the curse pattern on his neck.

At the same moment, all the ice picks on the field disappeared without a trace, only the system was fixed and cold reminder: a new death candidate.

…

"This dead person is a whistleblower, and the one who killed him is also a whistleblower. Can the whistleblower kill the whistleblower?"

"So the informer who used the curse to kill is called Yueqiong, does anyone know? Can you find the location?"

"What do you see me doing? My skills are elementary fortune-telling. Just knowing the name is useless, you can tell me his birth date and I'll give you the calculation."

The unseen death of the whistleblower has caused unprecedented waves.

But what is even more incomprehensible is why the Curse Skiller chose candidates from the same faction and acquaintance to start? Did you have a grudge before?

"...I didn't kill it."

In the bedroom of 308, a boy wearing a black mask was sitting on a chair, rarely pinching the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, and his eyebrows, which have always been crescents, were a little dry: "I said I didn't kill it, listen. don't know?"

The room was eerily quiet, and a boy standing next to him whispered: "It's definitely not you who killed it, it was Pan Long who was foolish enough to admit the mistake. As for the pattern, there may be other people who have also awakened to the same ability... no, you must be unique, they are redeemed..."

What will be discovered by the girl next to you?"

Yue Qiong's eyebrows moved suddenly, and his fingers slowly lowered: "This IQ is not enough to discover anything."

"But if it's the other one, if her IQ is high enough." The boy's brows and eyes arched again: "...I seem to know how Pan Long died."

Ding Dong!

The sudden prompt of the mobile phone startled everyone. After seeing that the countdown to the task was zero, the fierce discussion stopped temporarily.

Everyone was eager to find the informant, and at the same time they were worried that the game would be tricky and tricky at any time.

However, in the past half a while, there has been no change in the surrounding area, and the game has not given any hints for the next step, which makes people a little overwhelmed.

After two interruptions in a row, the calm person can't stand it, let alone the grumpy character.

, asked patiently, "What did you just say?"

However, before the long-haired girl took a closer look, there were two knocks on the balcony window of 308.

"Hey," the long-haired girl watched him enter: "Aren't you going to say anything?"

Bang. The only answer to her was the sound of the window being closed.

Girls with long hair: “…”

She turned her head expressionlessly, feeling that the light outside was so oppressive that she wanted to cut something to vent.

Forget it, go to hell, she shouldn't come out!

Because in her ears, she heard a girl's voice that never belonged to the vicinity.

The voice said, "Don't enter the house."

"There's something on the balcony."