Chapter 464 Zhiyue is missing, the brass bell rang

  The silence, relaxation and joy of the bonfire meeting were completely broken.

   "What's wrong? What sound is this?" The principal who was invited to dance with the female teacher ran over in a panic.

  The teachers are also rushing here.

  Si Tong, who is the closest to the stern female voice, his eyes darkened instantly.

  Li Yonggang was taken aback, and pointed to the principal where the sound was coming from. "The sound and the sound come from there."

   There was a short scream of shock.

   seemed to come from the edge of a cliff, and after just one sound, it stopped abruptly.

   "What's the matter, this is!" The principal frowned, contented with responsibility, and walked solemnly to the source of the sound.

   "Don't go, it's terrible."

   "Did someone have something accidental?"

   "Are you haunted? I feel so horrible..."

  The female voice that suddenly sounded is really stern, and now everyone is camping on the eerie mountain top.

  The crowd became agitated, except for a few bold ones, almost all the students chose to stay where they were.

   "Sister, it’s horrible, we still..." Si Chen turned to look at Si Tong, and saw Si Tong walking away, "Hey, sister! What are you going to do, don’t go!"

   shouted, Si Chen followed in the footsteps of his boss Tong.

   Wu Taiji and Li Yonggang looked at each other, and several boys from the martial arts academy followed suit.

   Wu Taiji and Li Yonggang followed Si Tong, only seeing Si Tong’s long straight black hair floating.

  The other girls were so eerie and afraid to follow, but she didn't seem to be afraid at all.

  This girl is really different from other girls.

  Is it really as Si Chen said, Si Tong is really "awesome"?

  Sitong does not compete with the principal for the striker.

  The students who followed, and the teachers came to the source of the sad female voice.

Lan Linlin frowned and watched nearby. She, who was once a killer, had extraordinary powers of observation. When she came to the edge of the cliff far away from the campfire, her expression changed: "Here... there are blood stains... ...."

  If they are not mistaken, teacher Lan Linlin’s eyes are on Si Tong.

  The words were addressed to Si Tong, not the principal.

  Vu Taiji and Li Yonggang couldn't believe their eyes.

  Is it possible that in the eyes of this teacher, Si Tong, a girl who has no power to hold a chicken, has a higher status than the principal?

   Seeing Si Tong approaching, Lan Linlin called out a classmate: "Hurry up and take a call to see which class has fewer people."

   "Si Tong..." When the words fell, Lan Linlin looked at her sideways.

   "How could this happen? Go and tell all the students that you are not allowed to play on the edge of the cliff!" The principal thought it was an accident.

  A rock on the edge of the cliff was stained with blood, and there were traces of desperate struggle on the edge of the cliff.

  Anyone can guess...

  I am afraid someone has fallen off the cliff.

  I'm afraid...it's fatal!

   Si Tong’s eyes were so cold that they could freeze into ice.

  "Teacher, teacher!" Ten minutes later, a boy rushed over.

   "Yes, yes..." Under the attention of everyone, the boy took a few breaths and then uttered the words bluntly:

"Martial arts, Li Cheng from the third (9) class of the academy, Zhang Jing and Liu Yuwen from the first (1) class, as well as Wen Tianqi, the best class in Ouran Academy, and five thousand eggs from the Feitian class, were all absent. "

After finally catching his breath, the boy said: "There is another, Wu Zhiyue from the elite class. But I heard people say that since the accident, no one has seen her again..."

The sound of    fell, and the surrounding silence was surprisingly terrifying.

  It is clearly a pleasant autumn camping activity. Since the establishment of the school, such a bad thing has never happened.

  The principal held his forehead, with a splitting headache, just about to speak out.

  Everyone listened, a crisp rattle, from the ancient bronze bell on Si Tong's left wrist, the rattle sounded:

   "Ring, ring, ring—"

   is a message that someone is about to pass away, and the brass bell rings to convey the message to the gods of hell.

  (End of this chapter)