1,

Before Wen Qing could react, there was a warm breath on her lips.

The school uniform pants were heated by Ji Junfeng's body temperature and rubbed against Wen Qing's chin, faintly revealing the smell of a man.

Wen Qing's eyes widened, and she sat up immediately, grabbing the back of Ji Junfeng's hand unconsciously.

Ji Junfeng had a lot of wounds on the back of his hand, and after being touched by Wen Qing, he gasped and his breathing became heavier.

Immediately afterwards, Wen Qing watched helplessly as his changes became more and more obvious.

Wen Qing blushed, shook off Ji Junfeng's hand, stood up and stayed away from him, stammering and speechless: "You, you..."

"Um?"

Ji Junfeng's last tone dragged on for a long time, sticky and slightly dumb: "What's wrong with me?"

He raised his eyelids and looked at Wen Qing, with a bit of confusion in his eyes, and he didn't seem to think that there was anything wrong with his reaction.

Wen Qing took a deep breath, yes, X was a normal thing for them.

He thought to himself, this is normal, this is normal...

In the blink of an eye, Ji Junfeng took off his pants, revealing two scarred thighs.

Even if it hurts like this, he is ready to relieve himself.

Wen Qing was shocked, are the people in this school all jingling? !

He couldn't help but reminded: "Didn't the teacher say that you need to fast and abstain?"

"You, you will be locked up if you continue."

Ji Junfeng snorted with a nasal voice and panted, "Do you think the teacher will control me?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips, the teacher really didn't care about Ji Junfeng.

The teacher saw Chen Qiang's wound at a glance, but Ji Junfeng was all over his body, and the teacher didn't say a word...

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, just in time to see Ji Junfeng put his hand in.

His already red face turned even redder, and he immediately turned around and walked into the bathroom.

Wen Qing took a new towel, soaked it thoroughly, and walked quickly to the sofa.

He turned his head and didn't look at Ji Junfeng, and casually put the towel on Ji Junfeng's face: "You, you wipe your face and calm down."

After speaking, he walked to the bedroom without looking back.

As soon as the door was opened, Ji Junfeng's voice sounded behind him, because it sounded a little dull because of the towel.

"Choose auspicious times, exorcise evil spirits, burn incense, and pray."

Wen Qing stopped, realizing that he was talking about what would happen in the next few days, and said softly, "Thank you."

Ji Junfeng laughed and panted, "Aren't you going to ask anything else?"

The other party took the initiative to say so, of course Wen Qing was not polite, and asked directly: "Is it an auspicious time tomorrow?"

Ji Junfeng hummed in a tone of voice.

Wen Qing: "How to choose?"

Ji Junfeng's breath became more and more urgent: "It is up to the high priest to decide."

Wen Qing thought about it, the four events, from Tuesday to Friday, Sunday is the birthday of God.

He asked again: "After prayer? What are you going to do on Saturday?"

"What?" Ji Junfeng asked in a low voice.

Wen Qing turned her back to him, only to hear that his voice was somewhat restrained.

Wen Qing asked again: "What will happen on Saturday?"

"Saturday..." Ji Junfeng whispered softly and said slowly, "Saturday... um... yes..."

His tone and voice sounded very wrong, Wen Qing frowned, thinking of the wounds all over his body, still a little worried, for fear that Ji Junfeng would quietly die behind him.

Wen Qing turned around, Ji Junfeng didn't know when to sit up, his head rested on the sofa, his face flushed, his mouth was open, and his eyes stared at Wen Qing.

From Wen Qing's point of view, although he couldn't see Ji Junfeng's lower body movements clearly, he could see his right hand moving, and the frequency of his hands matched his panting.

Wen Qing immediately realized what he was doing.

This guy Ji Junfeng is actually in, in...

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

Is this water useless for him? Or is Ji Junfeng determined to want that?

After thinking about it for a second, Wen Qing quickly shook her head, stopped thinking about it, walked quickly into the bedroom, and slammed the door shut.

The sound insulation of the dormitory is not good, even if the door is locked, Wen Qing can vaguely hear the movement outside.

Ji Junfeng seemed to know that he could hear, and the muffled sound became louder and louder.

Wen Qing climbed onto the bed and wrapped herself tightly with the quilt.

After going through this incident, the rest of his drowsiness disappeared, and he stared blankly under the covers.

Choosing auspicious times, exorcising evil spirits, burning incense, praying, God's birthday...

When choosing auspiciousness tomorrow, how do you choose?

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Qing heard a clear cry.

ended.

Wen Qing silently covered the four corners of the quilt, thinking to herself, she is not afraid of being overheard by others.

He blinked, realizing something was wrong.

Such a big move.

Why didn't Oz respond at all?

He heard so clearly in his room, so should Oz's.

Just as he was thinking, the bedroom door was knocked twice.

Ji Junfeng's hoarse voice sounded outside the door: "Saturday... is a carnival."

After saying this, he left.

There was a sound of opening and closing the door in the living room, and it sounded like returning to the room.

Wen let out a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

Half-dreaming and half-awake, he smelled a faint fragrance of grass and trees, his mind became heavier and heavier, and he soon fell asleep.

*****

At night, Wen Qing had a dream.

He dreamed that a snake was tightly entangling him, and the snake letter spit on his neck and licked it teasingly.

Wen Qing struggled instinctively, but the more he struggled, the tighter the snake's entanglement became, and his whole body was tightly wrapped by the snake's tail, circle after circle.

When she was woken up by the radio the next morning, Wen Qing's mind was chaotic and her body felt heavy, as if she had been beaten.

He sat blankly on the bed until the broadcast was over, then he regained his senses and got up slowly.

When washing, he was the only one in the dormitory, neither Oz nor Ji Junfeng were there.

Wen let out a sigh of relief and quickened his movements.

When they were going downstairs, they happened to bump into Bai Tong and Li Jingjing and walked out of the bedroom together.

Wen Qing trotted over and said to the two in a low voice, "Yesterday, Ji Junfeng told me about the activities before God's birthday."

"Choose auspicious times, exorcise evil spirits, burn incense, pray, revel, and then it's God's birthday."

Bai Tong paused in his footsteps and looked deeply into his eyes.

Bai Tong didn't speak, but Wen Qing knew what he wanted to ask.

Why did Ji Junfeng tell him this.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, and repeated the tragic situation of Ji Junfeng last night, omitting some details, and explained in a low voice: "I just helped him get a little wound..."

The main problem now is that he promised Bai Tong to stay away from Ji Junfeng just yesterday, and turned to approach Ji Junfeng again.

Wen said lightly: "No matter who was lying on the sofa last night, I will help..."

Bai Tong half-closed his eyes, unable to see the emotions in his eyes.

Aware of the strange atmosphere between the two, Li Jingjing hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Brother Bai, if you don't care, you will be confused."

"Wen Qing is the most favored by God among our group of players, and God will definitely condone you more."

"It is safest for him to approach Ji Junfeng."

Bai Tong frowned slightly and said solemnly, "I know."

He knew this was the truth, but he was still worried about Wen Qing.

Li Jingjing glanced at Baitong, then at Wen Qing, noticed that Wen Qing had a big word of nervousness written on her face, put it close to Bai Tong's ear, and whispered, "Brother Bai, don't make a bad face, the children are all Scared to death."

"You protected a copy of the child, can you protect him all the time?"

This question hit Bai Tongxin heavily. He lowered his eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and whispered to Wen Qing, "You did a good job."

"At least we won't be like headless flies now."

Hearing Bai Tong's praise, Wen let out a light breath and continued, "But I forgot to ask him what would happen."

"Why don't I ask later..."

"Be careful." Bai Tong lowered his eyes, glanced across Wen Qing's neck, and stopped suddenly.

His face darkened slightly, and he pressed Wen Qing's shoulder: "Don't move."

Wen Qing looked at him blankly: "What's wrong?"

Bai Tong opened his collar, and there was a red mark on the side of his neck near his collarbone.

Staring at this trace, Bai Tong breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn't a hickey.

It was about one or two centimeters long, as if it had been rubbed by some branch, and it was red and very obvious on the fair skin.

Wen Qing couldn't see herself, and asked suspiciously, "What's wrong with my neck?"

Bai Tong flexed his index finger and gently pressed the red mark: "Does it hurt?"

Wen Qing hissed and replied, "A little bit."

Bai Tong helped him tidy up his collar and explained, "There is a wound."

Wen Qing blinked and didn't think much: "Maybe I accidentally bumped into something when I was sleeping."

The three walked to the cafeteria, and the process was the same as yesterday, waiting for everyone to arrive before serving.

Today's dishes are still very rich, Wen Qing looked at the plate full of meat and had no appetite at all.

After a while, he was about to eat, and suddenly found that there were no chopsticks and spoons on his plate.

Wen Qing whispered to the teacher, "Teacher, I don't have cutlery."

Teacher Chen smiled and said, "This is what the High Priest specially ordered."

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, his face changed slightly.

The high priest knew that he did not use the utensils sent.

So he specifically ordered not to give him uniform cutlery.

Wen Qing touched his pocket, the bowls and chopsticks were still in his pocket, and he never took them out.

He pursed his lips and didn't do anything for a while.

Teacher Chen stood aside, staring straight at him, as if waiting for him to use the set of cutlery.

Wen Qing had to take it out, took out the silver spoon inside, held the handle, and slowly scooped out a mouthful of rice.

Under the watchful eyes of Teacher Chen, he slowly put it into his mouth.

The rice has a slight fragrance, which is refreshing and appetizing.

Wen Qing's appetite suddenly improved, and the fat and thin pork belly on the dinner plate looked delicious.

Wen Qing blinked, scooped one piece, and then another...

Soon the same meat dish was eaten.

The corners of his lips were slightly raised, as if he was eating some delicious food in the world.

Seeing this, Bai Tong and Li Jingjing paused slightly, and at the same time realized that there was a problem with the meal the high priest gave Wen Qing.

As soon as Teacher Chen left, Bai Tong's face instantly turned down, he snatched Wen Qing's spoon, and said in a low voice, "There's something wrong with this thing."

With empty hands, Wen Qing gradually returned to her senses and looked at Bai Tong in confusion: "What's the problem."

Bai Tong frowned and tapped his plate: "You have finished all the food."

Wen Qing lowered his head and looked at the clean plate at hand, stunned.

I really ate it all, not a grain of rice was left.

Bai Tong asked worriedly, "How are you feeling now?"

Wen Qing blinked and said the truth: "I don't feel anything."

The body is not uncomfortable, and there is nothing unusual.

What must be said, even after eating such a large plate of food, he didn't feel full at all, as if he hadn't eaten this meal.

Wen Qing thought for a while, and then said, "I feel like I can eat two more bowls of rice."

Bai Tong was silent.

Wen Qing was also very puzzled, what did the high priest want to do to him?

Let him eat more?

Want to kill him?

2,

Bai Tong looked down at the spoon, silver, with light green leaf patterns on the handle, and some slender, long and intricate patterns. At first glance, it was just an ordinary spoon with exquisite workmanship.

Bai Tong frowned and said to Wen Qing, "Where are the chopsticks?"

Wen Qing simply handed him the entire cutlery box.

Bai Tong glanced at it. The cutlery box was nude, without any pattern. The chopsticks inside were different. They had the same fine lines as the spoon and were entangled.

He wiped the spoon, put it back in the cutlery box, and said to Wen Qing, "don't use this yet."

"I'll give you new chopsticks at noon."

Wen Qing remembered that Bai Tong had a personal space, probably prepared a spoon and chopsticks, and responded.

Leaving the cafeteria and on the way back to the classroom, Wen Qing saw a slender figure disappearing on the path beside the teaching building.

He paused in his footsteps, seeing that the back looked a bit like Ji Junfeng.

"What's wrong?"

"I seem to have seen Ji Junfeng."

next to the teaching building

Two players, one tall and one short, stood in front of Ji Junfeng.

"Is he Ji Junfeng?"

"It's him, I see everyone else avoiding him."

Ji Junfeng leaned against the wall like he had no bones, looked up at the two transfer students in front of him, and asked lazily, "What's the matter?"

The taller player walked up to him and said sternly, "Hurry up and tell us what you know."

Ji Junfeng smiled and asked again, "I know... what do you mean?"

The tall player was taken aback by his laughter, and then he kicked him and knocked him to the ground: "Damn, don't laugh at me, I don't like men."

"Hurry up and tell us what secrets are in the school."

Ji Junfeng lay on the ground, closed his eyes, and didn't say a word.

The short player walked up to him and kicked a few times. Seeing that Ji Junfeng didn't react at all, he couldn't help turning his head to ask the taller: "Brother Qian, does this kid really know?"

Brother Qian stepped on Ji Junfeng's leg and said coldly, "He must know something."

"I talked about this kid yesterday when I heard Oz press someone."

Hearing this, the short player punched Ji Junfeng in the stomach: "Fuck you, hurry up."

Ji Junfeng still didn't say a word.

"Damn," Brother Qian spat, squatted down and pulled up Ji Junfeng's collar, and said grimly, "I know no one cares about this guy, don't tell us the fuck, be careful to die here today."

Ji Junfeng lifted his eyelids and sneered.

This laughter seemed to touch a certain nerve of Brother Qian, and the nameless fire in his heart instantly surged up, the blue veins burst out on his forehead, and he took off Ji Junfeng's arm directly: "Damn you stinky bitch."

He grabbed Ji Junfeng's neck with both hands and tightened it fiercely: "Do you want to die? Tell me quickly!"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes, the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling.

The short player saw his face getting redder and redder, his body twitched slightly, and he said quickly, "Brother Qian, he, he seems to be dying."

Brother Qian lowered his head, saw Ji Junfeng's pupils slack, cursed and let go: "Don't think that I dare not kill you."

He turned his head to the short man and said, "Go and stare at the intersection, I have to ask today."

Short do it.

Brother Qian untied the belt, threw it in the air, and slapped Ji Junfeng hard.

"Snapped-"

"Snapped-"

The short man could not see the situation behind him, but could only hear the sound.

The slap sounded for a while, but he didn't hear Ji Junfeng's screams. He said nervously, "Brother Qian, don't beat people to death..."

Brother Qian threw away the broken belt, used his right hand as a claw, and pinched the wound on Ji Junfeng's arm, his expression became more and more mad: "If I die here, let all of you be buried with me!"

Ji Junfeng snorted, his eyelids moved, he slowly opened a slit, and said in a hoarse voice, "Today is an auspicious time."

Brother Qian immediately said: "What auspicious time?"

Ji Junfeng: "The auspicious time of God's birthday."

"Students selected today can..."

Brother Qian asked, "Can what?"

Ji Junfeng glanced at the back of the short player, and said in a huff, "You can get a reward."

Brother Qian's expression moved slightly: "What reward?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes: "The reward for the birthday of the gods."

Brother Qian continued to ask, "What about tomorrow?"

Ji Junfeng closed his eyes, motionless as if dead.

Brother Qian slapped him twice, but Ji Junfeng still didn't respond.

Brother Qian cursed, loosened his collar, got up and said, "I don't know if this kid is dead or faint."

"Let's go first, class is about to start."

The short player who was looking out for the wind hurried up and asked, "What did that kid say?"

Brother Qian stepped over Ji Junfeng's body and said with a sullen face, "He said today is the time to choose auspiciousness."

"A specific time will be set for the start of the birthday of God."

"What else?" the short player asked curiously.

Brother Qian: "No more."

****

When Wen Qing returned to the classroom, Ji Junfeng's seat was empty.

He frowned, walked to the window in front of the classroom, and looked out at the path beside him.

There is no figure, only an angel sculpture, tightly wrapped by vines, a green leaf of the vine swaying in the wind, looking a little playful.

Wen swiped around and looked away, feeling that he must have seen the wrong person on the road just now.

It was still a prayer class in the morning. Before the class, Teacher Chen said to everyone, "Today's lunch break is canceled."

"After lunch, a teacher will lead you to the temple."

As soon as the word "shrine" came out, everyone's expressions were different, the students were full of enthusiasm and joy, and the players were a little nervous.

Wen Qing's face paled, but this event was actually going to be carried out in the temple during the auspicious time.

Wen Qing didn't see Ji Junfeng for the whole morning, and other students were used to it.

It was not until noon, on the way to the cafeteria, that Wen Qing saw Ji Junfeng.

Sitting on the lawn, leaning against a tree, ignoring the wound on his face and neck, he is a picture of a beauty resting.

Li Jingjing followed behind Wen Qing, and after seeing Ji Junfeng's face, he stopped and couldn't help sighing: "No wonder Wen Qing is soft-hearted."

"With such a face, I am also soft-hearted."

Bai Tong glanced at her.

Li Jingjing said without changing his face: "Being here with me, beauties are privileged."

Passing by Ji Junfeng, Li Jingjing whistled and shouted, "Classmate, aren't you going to eat?"

Ji Junfeng lifted his eyelids and shook his head at her.

After approaching, Ji Junfeng's injury became more and more noticeable.

Wen Qing looked at the fingerprints on his neck and frowned.

What didn't happen yesterday, is this another beating?

Li Jingjing noticed it too, and whispered, "This hurt... How can those people get a grip on this face?"

Seemingly seeing their psychological thoughts, Ji Junfeng laughed, looked at Wen Qing and said, "I'm fine."

"If it's all right..." Bai Tong paused and asked, "Do you know why those who were dropped out of school were suddenly dropped out?"

"They all have a good relationship with you."

Hearing this question, Ji Junfeng pressed down the corner of his mouth, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Isn't it because I was abandoned by God?"

"They are all implicated by me."

Wen Qing frowned and asked in a low voice, "There shouldn't be a test after admission, right? Why would the teacher suddenly drop the student?"

Ji Junfeng half-closed his eyes and said slowly, "The oracle conveyed by the high priest."

Bai Tong stared at him: "Whoever the high priest wants to be expelled from school will be expelled?"

Ji Junfeng said lightly: "The oracle, of course, is the will of God."

"The high priest just communicated."

Wen Qing couldn't figure out this logic, and frowned: "If God hates you, he should directly attack you."

People who go their own way, like Yu Xing, no, God...

Ji Junfeng raised his eyes and stared at Wen Qing's profile. After a while, he asked, "Do you mean that God still likes me?"

Wen Qing lowered her head and met the dark eyes of Junfeng last season.

He comforted dryly: "You look so good-looking, how could he not like you."

That old scumbag, Yu Xing, will definitely like it.

"There may be some misunderstanding." Wen Qing said.

Ji Junfeng's eyelashes trembled, and he asked again, "Then do you like me too?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, why was it suddenly pulled on him?

It doesn't seem right to say I like it at the moment, and it doesn't seem right to say I don't like it...

Bai Tong pursed his lips, and without giving Wen Qing a chance to answer, he asked directly, "What did you do last year?"

Ji Junfeng tilted his head to look at him: "I didn't say anything, do you believe it?"

Bai Tong's face was sullen, he didn't believe it.

Li Jingjing touched his chin and said thoughtfully, "That's why the old man from the high priest made everyone around you drop out of school and made your classmates alienate you..."

As she said that, she looked up and down Ji Junfeng's face, with a strange light in her eyes: "That high priest doesn't like you, right?!"

"He is greedy for your body, can't get what you ask for, has more than enough power, is jealous of the classmates around you, and then kicks them out of the school, making everyone hate you, and then you will be left with only him as a lonely old man."

Ji Junfeng: "…"

Bai Tong: "…"

Wen Qing: "…"

3.

Wen Qing blinked. Although Li Jingjing's words were outrageous, they somehow made sense.

If it wasn't for Ji Junfeng, who was targeted by the torture, only the high priest would be left.

Wen Qing asked Ji Junfeng curiously, "Do you know the high priest?"

Ji Junfeng leaned against the tree, pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "How can someone like me know the high priest."

Wen Qing was even more puzzled. If they didn't know each other, there was no need for the high priest to target Ji Junfeng.

Don't you know when to provoke the high priest?

Just as he was thinking, Teacher Chen's voice suddenly sounded behind him.

"Wen Qing, what are you doing here?"

"Why don't you go to dinner?"

Bai Tong glanced at Teacher Chen and said, "I'm going."

Teacher Chen nodded, stepped forward and stood beside them, and said, "Let's go."

Wen Qing stood still, and Teacher Chen didn't move either, as if they were going to the cafeteria together.

Wen Qing tried to take a step forward, and Teacher Chen also took a step forward.

After walking a few steps, Wen Qing looked back at Ji Junfeng, who was still sitting on the lawn, leaning against the tree and closing his eyes.

Ji Junfeng seems to be a transparent person. He clearly passed many students and teachers, but no one looked at him.

Wen Qing stopped and whispered, "Teacher, where is Ji Junfeng?"

Teacher Chen looked at him with a smile: "What did you say?"

Meeting Teacher Chen's eyes, Wen Qing stammered, "Is it alright if Ji, Ji Junfeng don't go to the cafeteria?"

Teacher Chen smiled kindly: "Huh?"

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she understood.

It's not that he didn't make it clear, it's that Teacher Chen pretended not to understand.

Bai Tong said, "Nothing."

Teacher Chen smiled, like a good teacher who cared about students, and said to them gently, "The lunch today is good."

"move."

After lunch, the classmates could not move freely. They all sat in their seats. When everyone finished eating, Mr. Sun, who was standing at the door, moved his feet and said to everyone, "Queue up."

The students spontaneously lined up in two rows as if the robot had received some kind of instruction.

Eight players stood by and stared blankly.

The other students line up not in order of height from short to tall, there seems to be other order.

A player took a step forward and wanted to be at the end of the line. Teacher Chen walked in front of him, blocked him, smiled and said to the players, "Just line up."

Wen Qing nodded, turned his head, and found that the expressions of the old players were not very good.

With a blank face, he couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Bai Tong walked behind him and lowered his eyes: "Separate the players from the aborigines."

Wen Qing felt a sigh in her heart. Before, they were like other classmates, eating and attending classes...

If it is separated now, does it mean that the selection of auspiciousness may be aimed at the players later?

Wen Qing clenched her palms and nervously followed the team forward.

Walking into the temple, the interior of the temple remains the same as the day of the entrance test, but the round platform is covered with a layer of white cloth. The statue and the high platform have a holy feeling at first glance.

The crowd stopped under the round platform, the players stood on the left, the aborigines stood on the right, and in the middle stood several teachers.

The temple was extraordinarily silent, no one spoke, no one made a sound.

Wen Qing exhaled nervously, and he could clearly hear the sound of his beating heart.

Suddenly, two footsteps sounded from the side.

Wen Qing tilted her head and looked at it, stunned.

Zhang Chengrun was brought in by a female teacher. He was in a trance, his eyes were out of focus, and he followed the female teacher in front of him vainly.

The female teacher led him directly to the back row of the aborigines team, and said to Teacher Chen and others, "I have purified my mind and body."

Wen Qing blinked, and his eyes couldn't help moving to three inches below Zhang Chengrun's navel.

The clean body is not the clean body he imagined, right?

He turned his head to ask Bai Tong, only to see Bai Tong looking serious and looking at Zhang Chengrun.

Oz and Li Jingjing behind Bai Tong also have the same look.

Before Wen Qing could ask her doubts, another footstep sounded.

"Da da da…"

Everyone raised their heads, a person wearing a black robe with purple fringes, a person wearing a white mask slowly walked into the temple, the black robe was flying, and as he approached, there was a sudden chill in the temple.

The teacher and classmates nodded and lowered their heads at the same time, not daring to look directly at him.

Three words popped out of Wen Qing's mind - High Priest.

He looked at the high priest's smooth and white neck and thought, this high priest doesn't seem to be an old man.

The high priest seemed to notice his sight, the eyes behind the mask turned, and the dark pupils looked at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing quickly lowered her head.

The high priest retracted his gaze, walked straight onto the high platform, and said slowly, "Choose an auspicious time."

"I need two assistants."

His voice was ethereal, with a strange rhythm.

Wen Qing couldn't help but quietly raised her eyes, wondering if the voice came from him.

When he raised his eyes, he met the eyes of the high priest.

Before Wen Qing could look away, the high priest's voice sounded from the high platform: "The first one."

"Wen Qing."

All the classmates turned their heads together and looked at Wen Qing enviously.

Wen Qing didn't feel honored at all, she was so frightened that her heart skipped a beat, and she didn't dare to leave the team.

Soon, Teacher Chen walked up to him and said amiably, "Wen Qing, the high priest is calling you."

Wen Qing snorted and was carried by Teacher Chen to the steps beside the high platform.

He strode nervously, onto the high platform.

The high priest raised his chin slightly and motioned him to look at the golden cup beside the stone tablet: "Holy Grail."

Wen Qing walked over, looked down at the trophy-like cup that was bigger than his face, and stammered, "Hold it, take it to you?"

The high priest glanced at him: "Hold it."

Wen Qing did as he did, carefully grabbing the base of the Holy Grail and holding it to his chest.

He took a step to the side, and his toes were next to the stone tablet engraved with names, barely feeling a sense of security.

Wen Qing nervously took a deep breath, her nose and mouth filled with the faint fragrance of grass and trees.

It smells good, and it's a little familiar.

Wen Qing sniffed, the high priest glanced at him, and said lightly: "The second one."

Wen Qing looked at the players under the stage uneasily, and suddenly, the tall male player at the end of the player team raised his hand.

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, and in the next second, he heard the high priest shout, "Qian Gangfeng."

Qian Gangfeng's eyes lit up, strode up to the high platform, and asked, "What do I need to do?"

The high priest looked at his chest and said slowly, "You don't need to do anything."

Qian Gangfeng stood aside for unknown reasons, his eyes slowly drifting to the Holy Grail in Wen Qing's hand.

The high priest didn't look at them again. He walked to the center of the high platform and slowly raised his hand to the people under the platform.

This action seemed to be a signal, and the students prayed in unison: "Dear God, my spirit is completely open to you, please shine on me with your blood, drive out the darkness, remove the filth, and cleanse us..."

The impassioned voice echoed in the temple, resounding through the sky.

Wen Qing had never recited the words of prayer at all, and worried that the high priest would find out that she had not prayed, so she opened her mouth and whispered the last sentence of her classmates, pretending that she couldn't keep up with everyone's rhythm.

"...remove the filth, cleanse us—"

After reading and reading, Wen Qing said with a pause.

He heard a strange sound, rustling, like a rubbing noise.

Wen Qing quietly looked to both sides and found nothing unusual, but the expressions of the classmates under the stage became more and more frenzied.

The sound was getting closer and closer, as if it was at the feet.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped wildly, and she slowly lowered her head.

I saw countless vines of different thicknesses crawling up from the stage, all directions, all crawling towards Qian Gangfeng standing in the center.

The players under the stage looked terrified, and the classmates were mad, as if they were watching some miracle.

Qian Gangfeng's face changed greatly, and he was about to run away when a vine like a snake suddenly rushed to his feet and wrapped tightly around his feet.

Qian Gangfeng fell to the ground, opened his mouth, and didn't have time to shout out a word. A vine as thick as an arm tightly bound his mouth and nose, and his face was twisted fiercely because of the force.

Immediately afterwards, countless vines climbed together, coiled into a big hand, and lifted Qian Gangfeng into the air.

"Great God!"

"Brilliant Lord!"

The excited and loud prayers of the students resounded in the temple.

Wen Qing was so frightened that her hands and feet went weak, but her thoughts suddenly became clear.

The seminary only admits 69 students each year.

There are now 74 students and 10 players.

Half of the players will die during the next few days of events.

Wen Qing's face was pale and her back was cold.

Countless vines were still climbing up, and he could even feel a slender and smooth vine crawling over his shoes, poking into his trouser legs, and slowly climbing up...