Latest URL: The pain buried deep in my heart eased a little, and the soul standing beside the tombstone seemed to see a way home.

Number four no longer struggled, and let the starlight penetrate the thick fog of death, which felt extremely familiar.

He vaguely remembered that every time he begged to die, there would always be a person who stubbornly came to persuade him. figure.

The tense nerves relaxed a little, Number Four spread out his five fingers, looking at the light in his palm.

The power that can heal the soul has never been very strong, it is like the starlight that has existed since ancient times, shining on the barren heart, gentle, silent, and never leaving.

After the treatment was over, Han Fei received a reminder from the system that the treatment was very successful, the healing personality was strengthened, and Han Fei himself gained resistance to death. As for the patient's condition, it is not within the scope of the system's prompts.

"Do you feel better?" Han Fei withdrew his hands, the bridge to touch the soul broke, and the death that was about to be suppressed in No. 4's eyes calmed down.

Number four neither nodded nor shook his head, his eyes softened, but his mouth remained firm: "There are many people with healing personalities, and you are obviously not the one I want to see."

"You can come to me next time you can't suppress the death, not just you..." Han Fei looked at the other students in Class 7: "If you have any problems with your personality and spirit, you can come to me, no matter what , I am your teacher, and I will be responsible for each of you."

The atmosphere was already in place, and Han Fei wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to the students, but the sound of footsteps in the corridor interrupted his mood.

"Mr. Gao, come out." Director Ya stood outside the door and waved to Han Fei. His face looked bad, as if he hadn't slept all night.

"Did something happen?" Han Fei supported the edge of the desk and stood up with all his strength. Anyone who looked at him would feel that his condition had worsened.

"After Mr. Ma left school last night, he hasn't come back until now. I heard from the students that he seemed to talk to you alone for a while last night? Do you know where he went?" Director Ya's twin children reflected Han Fei's figure, his eyes gradually became different from normal people, as if he was using some kind of ability on Han Fei.

"He is very afraid of today's assessment, and wants to exchange his black lottery for my white lottery. Of course I will not agree, and I will definitely die if I enter the black building in my current state." Han Fei has master-level acting skills and is also a professional husband. , It is not an ordinary difficulty to find the flaws in his words.

Director Ya showed doubts on his face. He also doubted Han Fei, but after comprehensive consideration, Han Fei had no ability to kill Ma Jing.

Standing outside Class Seven, Director Ya frowned and thought. He didn't notice that the students and teachers in Class Seven were performing.

In two days, the students and the person in charge each solved a teacher.

"You come to the office with me first, other teachers are also here, let's discuss tonight's assessment." Less than 24 hours before the assessment, two teachers were killed in a row, which rarely happened in previous years.

Entering the meeting room in the office building, other teachers were already in place, and the principal was sitting alone at the end of the meeting table, with an ominous aura surrounding him.

"Principal, everyone is here." Director Ya signaled Han Fei to sit in his seat. As soon as his voice fell, the door of the meeting room closed automatically, and the thick curtains were drawn by an invisible force. began to drop rapidly.

"I am often away from school, and many people may have forgotten why I can be the principal."

The eerie voice rang in everyone's ears, and the headmaster's voice seemed to be pierced directly into the soul like a sharp blade soaked in venom.

"Some of you make deals with Yin merchants, some keep prohibited items privately, some believe in evil gods and sacrifice half of your memories, and some of you join forces with survivors from other strongholds to try to destroy the school I built by myself."

The principal raised his head, and none of the teachers present dared to look him in the eye.

"Human nature is inherently selfish. It is normal for you to make choices that are more beneficial to yourself, but nothing can cross the line.

With his arms raised, the principal took out a black box from under the table, and he pushed the black box in front of Zhang Menglan, the leader of Class 8: "Open it."

Not knowing why, Zhang Menglan lifted the lid of the black box. When she looked into the black box, her entire face turned pale in an instant.

There was a human head in the black box. The man was handsome and handsome. His eyes were wide open, and his childish holes were full of anger and unwillingness.

"I know that your boyfriend who has been in love with you for eleven years has not died. I also know that you have lived and died together in the disaster, and have had various touching experiences. I appreciate your loyalty to love, but this is not the way you hooked up with outsiders. Reason." The principal seldom asked anything, and every word he said was the final conclusion, representing the verdict.

"I didn't hook up with outsiders! I didn't do anything to offend the school!" After Zhang Menglan was briefly absent-minded, she was overwhelmed by boundless pain. She seemed to have lost all her strength. If Yan Lan hadn't helped her, she might have just sat down on the ground.

"Maybe you don't mean to betray the school, but he really wants to subvert this place." Director Crow poured some blood-stained documents on the table: "Your boyfriend is the messenger of the largest survivor stronghold in Area C, The turmoil around the school in recent days has something to do with him."

"Impossible! He is just an ordinary person whose personality has not been awakened!"

"You love him deeply and trust him, but he is taking advantage of your relationship. Perhaps in his opinion, the lives of the survivors in the stronghold are much more precious than the love between you." Director Crow destroyed the relationship step by step. Zhang Menglan's psychological defense line, Han Fei, who was sitting on the edge, picked up the blood-stained document and looked at it.

Before the catastrophe occurred, the total population of the major urban areas in New Shanghai exceeded 20 million, but the number of living people still living in the cities is less than one million, and they are mainly concentrated in the three major survivor strongholds. The Investigation Bureau, the Freeport in Area D, and the Hope New City built on the edge of the city.

Among them, Hope New City has the largest population, accepting nearly 500,000 people, and they have explored a new way of survival after the disaster.

Freeport is connected to other cities and is a key transportation hub controlled by humans. A large number of residents with special personalities desperately defended it.

The Disaster Investigation Bureau is the smallest of the three strongholds, with less than 50,000 people, but it is the only stronghold that goes deep into the city, and it is also the only stronghold that is still fighting ghosts head-on and seizing various buildings in the city.

However, these were not the most attractive things to Han Fei. His eyes stayed on a page of the report. On the blood-stained paper was a photo of the female director of the Disaster Investigation Bureau.

Han Fei couldn't believe his eyes, the female director was Li Xue many years later.

"If everything goes in the worst direction, if I don't succeed in stopping the consciousness of joy and dreams, then everything I experienced in the memory world of the shrine of joy may become reality someday in the future."

Looking at the information about Li Xue, the former teacher and senior brother of the female director of the Investigation Bureau all died in the disaster. They bought time for the survivors with their flesh and blood, and tried their best to prevent the disaster from happening, but they still failed.

"Glad deduces the worst future in the memory world of the shrine, so in order to ensure that this future will happen, he should not kill Li Xue in reality."

The information on the table opened Han Fei's horizons and gave him a more comprehensive understanding of the city.

The three strongholds together have a population of nearly 700,000, and the remaining living people are scattered in the city. Many of them are like "schools" and have become food and sacrifices raised by ghosts.

Ghosts need negative emotions and despair, so they will not kill all living people, they will only make people live in a dark and hopeless situation, and stimulate human nature to deform into uglier things.

In the conference room, only Han Fei was looking through the materials with a big heart. All the others were too afraid to speak because of the tense atmosphere. Each of them had done something wrong. Before the principal didn't pursue it, everyone turned a blind eye and closed their eyes. It passed, but when the foundation of the school was shaken, the principal put everything on the table.

"A teacher was killed and a teacher disappeared. Are the two of them related to your boyfriend?" The principal looked at Zhang Menglan indifferently: "Blindfold the piggies so they won't see the outside world." How beautiful it is, besides, what if the so-called New City of Hope is another school?"

Zhang Menglan's boyfriend spread information about other survivors' strongholds near the school, secretly wooing and destroying the school-centered system here, which violated the principal's bottom line.

"Now the school is short of manpower, I won't hold you accountable, let's not be an example." The headmaster said not to hold the issue, but what he said was in stark contrast to the bleeding head on the table. How can someone who makes a deal be kind?

"Any one of you here, what you have done, what you are hiding, I am not interested, and I don't want to interfere, but if you mess up what I explained, then the next time this box will contain your heads "The principal closed the lid of the black box and took out eight lists: "Write down the names of all the students participating in the assessment, and there must be no accidents tonight."

The assessment list on the table in the conference room is more like a death list, and the cruelest and darkest blood sacrifice will begin tonight.

Some teachers started to write immediately after receiving the list, and some teachers held the pen tightly but could not write a word. They knew that every name represented a living life.

"Ma Jing is missing, and I will lead his third class tonight." The headmaster stood up holding the black box and looked down at the crowd: "In addition, I will warn you again, don't take any chances, there is only one way of life before you, and that is Honestly assist the school to complete the sacrifice."

There was no sound in the meeting room, and only after the headmaster left with the black box did everyone dare to breathe.

Zhang Menglan woke up from the trance, her nails dug into the flesh, and blood flowed out along the crevices of the nails, but she didn't seem to notice it at all, she clenched her teeth tightly.

"Those survivors from outside are not necessarily good people. The principal is responsible for the lives of all living people in the school and the surrounding area. I don't expect you to understand him, but I hope you will stop doing stupid things." Director Crow sighed : "Death may also be a relief, no need to struggle hard."

One teacher after another left, Wang Chuqing wanted to comfort Zhang Menglan when she passed by her, but seeing Zhang Menglan's appearance, he still didn't say what was on his lips.

In the huge conference room, only Zhang Menglan, Yan Lan and Han Fei were left. Yan Lan didn't know how to comfort Zhang Menglan, all she could do was stay by Zhang Menglan's side.

Han Fei took this time to memorize all the information in those documents. The Disaster Investigation Bureau located in Area C has been contacting various schools deep in the city. Those members of the Investigation Bureau who traveled between cities regardless of their own safety were arrested called a messenger.

"Evidently they haven't even awakened their personalities, but they still dare to send messages in a city full of ghosts and ghosts. They may be the real owners of fearless personalities." Han Fei admired such people. In any era, no matter how bad the situation is, There will always be someone who will stand up without hesitation, wanting to use their backs to support the collapsed sky.

"Are you implying something?" Yan Lan, as the owner of the fearless personality, disliked Han Fei's way of speaking.

"I just feel that it's a pity that you obviously have the strength to crush ghosts and invincible combat power, but you can only **** the sacrifices to ghosts. On the contrary, those ordinary people who can't even struggle in front of ghosts can do it in front of you." Doing the right thing one after another..." Before Han Fei could finish speaking, she felt an astonishing killing intent, Yan Lan stood beside the conference table, her finger bones and metal intertwined, making a rash sound.

"You want to kill me? Do you dare? Can you do it?" Han Fei also stood up, and he walked to Zhang Menglan's side, completely ignoring Yan Lan: "I can't comfort people, but I want to Let me tell you, tonight might be an opportunity."

He leaned over Zhang Menglan's ear and lowered his voice, as if the devil was singing: "A chance to kill the principal."

"Don't listen to him!" Yan Lan pushed Han Fei away and stared at him vigilantly: "This man is very dangerous."

"'Doing the right thing is of course dangerous." Han Fei supported the table: "If you also have children, do you want to see them being trafficked and selected like piglets in the pet market?"

Putting down the blood-stained documents, Han Fei walked outside without saying anything.

Back in class seven, Han Fei wrote two big characters for self-study on the blackboard, then lifted a chair and sat next to student No. What are your plans?"

Han Fei used the secret of touching the depths of his soul to prove himself and gain No. 2's trust, but what he didn't expect was that after his consciousness entered No. 2's mind, what he saw was blank.

"My way of thinking is different from normal people, so you can't see anything." Number two was drawing something on the homework with a pen.

"Teacher, don't meddle in our affairs." Squad leader No. 5 came over: "You just need to lead us out of school tonight, and help us take care of the children with lower numbers."

"sure?"

"Your ability is to heal, of course it is used for logistics. How can you send medical soldiers to fight on the front line?" No. 4 smiled disdainfully. He has changed a lot towards Han Fei, at least now he will take the initiative to follow up Han Fei spoke up.

"Is there a possibility that I'm also strong." Han Fei felt that these students didn't know him very well.

"It's not a question of being strong or not." No. 2 has finished drawing his own work, which are two blooming flowers: "Except for No. 1, everyone will not make a move tonight."

"You let him fight the principal alone?"

Han Fei was startled. He turned his head to look at the tall No. 1, and No. 1 was also looking at him with a smile: "I am the big brother of all the children, so I will naturally stand in front of them."

"Teacher, don't worry. No. 2 has already considered hundreds of different situations. Even if we fail, we still have several escape routes." The squad leader blinked mysteriously: "The messenger of the Investigation Bureau will not die in vain.

The class bell rang, and Han Fei started his self-study again.

The quarrels outside the school didn’t stop until evening. Night was the time for ghosts and ghosts. The gathering of crowds would attract ghosts, and those dirty things would mix with the crowd and follow some people back home.

"It's time to go."

Weird music came from the campus radio, and the get out of class bell rang three times in a row.

The students in each class finished their preparations, and after the last ray of light fell into the horizon, the children walked out of the classroom one by one.

The headmaster personally checked the list and after confirming that all the students were present, he opened the back door of the school which had been closed.

The rust was falling off, the dull sound was especially harsh in the night, and the cold breath poured into the campus.

Looking at the unknown darkness outside the door, all the students were extremely nervous, their immature faces were a little scared, and no one knew what would greet them next.

The clock on the upper floor of the campus office ticked slowly, and the time passed in waiting.

The night continued to deepen, and after the buildings in the distance were completely submerged in darkness~lightnovelpub.net~The headmaster opened the glass bottle under the black robe, and he released a seriously injured resentment.

In front of all the students, the principal tore up the resentment and smeared the breath of resentment on every student.

"If you want to make ghosts fly away, you need to have a will that is more terrifying than them. This is not something that can be taught in class. It can only be tempered in the despair of life and death."

"A weak-willed special personality owner can easily become a ghost after death, so what we need is not a special personality, but a strong-willed, unshakable ghost killer!"

"Everyone is ready to go! The assessment begins!"

There was a determined expression on each immature face, and their eyes were shining with a light that was rarely seen in the catastrophe. Because of their innocence and ignorance, they kept the best expectations.

Watching those bright eyes disappear into the night, Han Fei slowly clenched his hands. He lowered the brim of his hat and waved behind him.

"Class Seven, keep up!"