Chapter 429

Wen Jianyan stood on the spot, lowered his eyes, staring at the scarlet words on the paper, cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

【I promise, I voluntarily donate my flesh and blood】

【I promise, I volunteer my spirit】

[I promise, I voluntarily give my life]

The original ideology and morality program disappeared, replaced by these three lines of strange, creepy words.

Repeatedly and densely.

It is obviously a silent and still existence, but it inexplicably gives people an illusion as if it is alive, dazzling like a needle, as if it wants to invade his brain through the pupil.

The strong ominous feeling made Wen Jianyan's hair stand on end, and the cold feeling seeped into the skin through the paper, and the joints of his fingers became cold and stiff.

He tightly pinched the cold page, his fingertips turned slightly white from the force.

What do these three lines mean?

Does he need to read the above aloud next?

Or…

He has read it?

The moment this thought came to mind, Wen Jianyan shuddered from head to toe, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

"..."

The continuous and steady chanting sound stopped without warning, and the sudden silence struck, making everyone's hearts tense involuntarily.

In this situation, none was more nervous than Wen Jianyan's teammates.

Among the anchors who stood up earlier, the longest pause was fifteen seconds.

fifteen seconds.

Several people looked at each other and saw the seriousness in each other's eyes.

In other words, as long as the pause exceeds this limit, the life of the anchor is at stake.

The invisible clock ticked and began to count down. Everyone's nerves tensed up, and they began to count the passage of time in their hearts.

Tangerine Candy tilted her head halfway, glanced meaningfully at the people behind her, and silently raised her finger as a signal.

—Be prepared to use props.

Orange Tang is not prepared to sacrifice a teammate in this class - not only because Wen Jianyan has greater value, but also because she has the ability to do so.

Although the rules of the A-level dungeon are difficult to resist and require a great price... However, as long as it is operated properly, it is not completely impossible.

Su Cheng sat on the seat, his back straightened, and his tightly pursed lips revealed his restlessness.

He turned to look at Wen Jianyan who was standing aside.

He was sitting, and the other was standing, and the paper in his hand just blocked his view, and he could only see the other's fingers that were gripping the edge of the paper tightly, whitened by force.

Eight seconds to go.

[Integrity First] Live Room:

"Ah, ah, read it quickly! Time is running out!"

"Don't dream, I think the anchor is really going to die this time. Some people used to say that the anchor is not dangerous in this situation... Wake up, I admit that the anchor is really capable, but can you not ignore the facts? , his san value is already dangerously low, this is no longer something that can be improved by willpower."

"So what's going on, did the anchor see something? But he didn't stare at the side like everyone else, but kept staring at the piece of paper in his hand..."

"Ahhh, when will the hallucinations be synchronized in the live broadcast room! One blood book!"

"Two blood books!"

…

"However, I would rather he saw some hallucinations of fear. If the content on the paper really changed, it would be really troublesome..."

"really."

"The host is in bad luck this time."

While chatting enthusiastically in the live broadcast room, and pessimistic about the anchor's future, suddenly, Wen Jianyan spoke without warning:

"... Yuying University is my alma mater. It has bred me and cultivated me. My achievements are the achievements of the school, and my future is the future of the school."

His voice was calm and peaceful, as if the nearly twenty-second pause just now had never happened, and he read the contents of the program clearly and accurately.

"For Yuying Comprehensive University, I promise to accept ideological and moral training, abide by the ideological and moral guidelines, and never violate the school's teachings."

Like Orange Candy and the others who were waiting in full force, all the online viewers in the [Integrity First] live broadcast room heaved a long sigh of relief when Wen Jianyan said:

"Ahh... I was scared to death, I finally started reading again."

"Really, it's just that close, I think the anchor sent it this time."

"The live broadcast room just now was too alarmist, saying that the content on the paper has been tampered with... Look at the speed and rhythm of the anchor's reading now, does it seem to have been tampered with?"

Wen Jianyan lowered her eyes, staring closely at the paper in her palm.

The words on it were scarlet and glaring, the three-line promise of horror and weirdness hadn't changed at all, but his voice was still calm and calm, reading the "Ideological Program" that had nothing to do with the content on the paper, without saying a single word. Difference.

"I am a member of Yuying University, I love my alma mater, and I will never leave my alma mater."

He finished.

However, the vice-principal didn't speak out immediately, the entire lecture hall was silent, and the atmosphere was overwhelming.

Tangerine Tang turned her head and looked behind her.

Wen Jianyan twitched the corners of his mouth, and smiled at her, but unfortunately, his face was almost paler than the paper in his hand, and his lips were bloodless.

He retracted his gaze and looked towards the podium.

The vice principal's face was pale and thin, and he stared at Wen Jianyan with a pair of cloudy and lifeless eyes, like a vulture staring at carrion, cold and strange.

However, unlike other NPCs, this state did not last long.

Finally, he spoke:

"...sit down."

Although the tone of voice was the same as before, the formulaic praise given to other anchors before was gone, because it seemed very stiff.

Even so, Tangerine Tang, Su Cheng and the others still let out a long sigh of relief.

They knew that this meant that Wen Jianyan's crisis was completely resolved.

Wen Jianyan put the paper in his hand back on the table, and was about to sit down, but as soon as his knees were bent, he felt dizzy, all his strength seemed to be pulled from his body, and his whole body suddenly tilted , subconsciously fell to the side.

"!"

Su Cheng was startled, and subconsciously reached out to help.

However, in the next second, Wen Jianyan sat back on the chair comfortably.

"..."

Su Cheng was startled, almost thinking that he was dazzled just now.

He paused and withdrew his hand.

Wen Jianyan sat on the chair, with a buzzing in his ears, feeling that his soul and body seemed to be separated, and the whole world seemed very far away.

In this state, he turned his head and looked to his right side.

The edge of the line of sight is dark, and everything seems to be shaking subtly. In this interval of seeming reality and illusion, the "illusion" itself seems too real, and even the cold temperature is more vivid than before.

"Why, do you want to thank me?"

"Illusion" asked.

"..."

Thank you for your size.

Wen Jianyan looked away expressionlessly.

As soon as he sat down, his phone buzzed and vibrated.

Wen Jianyan paused, took out the phone from under the desk, and looked at the screen.

It was Tangerine Candy who sent a message in the group.

Don't hit me:?

Su Cheng followed closely behind.

Prophet: What happened just now? You stopped suddenly and frightened us all. Is it because the san value is too low and you are hallucinating? fine?

He posted too many things at once, and the questions were one after another, so dense that Wen Jianyan felt a little headache.

Wen Jianyan took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and replied:

[It's more complicated, I'm not sure if it's true or not, I'll talk about it after class]

Don't get me wrong: I'm just a little short of taking backup measures, you know?

Don't hit me: Also, your face is like a ghost, it's so ugly.

Wen Jianyan smiled and was about to type a reply when a sudden message popped up:

Hugo: OK.

"..."

Wen Jianyan was taken aback, the finger he had just pressed down stayed on the screen, and his eyes were fixed on the name that had rarely appeared in group chats so far—Hugo?

All of a sudden, the others were blown out.

Don't hit me:?

Battle of the Acropolis: ? ? ?

On the field of hope: ? ? ? ? ?

Don't hit me: wait a minute, what is OK? Can you speak clearly?

Obviously, Tangerine Candy was once again angered by Hugo's inhumane style. Although she is not in front of Wen Jianyan now, Wen Jianyan seems to be able to see her gloomy and violent appearance.

Hugo: Found the principal's office.

Although seeing Hugo appearing at this time, Wen Jianyan already had a premonition in his heart, but when he actually saw him uttering these words, his heart skipped a beat and he held his breath subconsciously. breathe.

Since the last time we parted at the entrance of the small supermarket, Hugo not only disappeared in front of their eyes, but also disappeared in the group chat. The contact information of Orange Candy several times seemed to disappear, and the whole person seemed to evaporate in place Same, and his reappearance unexpectedly brought such a heavy message that almost everyone was stunned.

Don't hit me:!

Don't beat me up: we still have an hour and a half to finish class, you decide where to meet.

Hugo: No way.

Don't hit me:? ? ?

Hugo: It has to be now.

Wen Jianyan hesitated for a moment and started typing.

[You can find the principal's office, is it because the vice principal has left the administration building now? 】

Hugo: Yes.

No wonder.

Wen Jianyan held the phone, her heart sank slightly.

In fact, he had vaguely guessed just now that the person who gave them the ideological and moral class this time was the vice principal, not a certain teacher or counselor. I finally understood why Hugo had no road before, but he had results as soon as the ideological and moral class started.

Before the others had time to reply, Hugo sent another message quickly.

Hugo: Find a way to skip class, I will wait for you outside the teaching building.

Don't hit me: Skipping class? ? are you serious? @Hugo

Don't hit me: So what's going on outside now? @Hugo

Don't beat me up: at least explain it to me first! @Hugo

It's a pity that after posting the above article, Hugo disappeared again, and no matter what the orange candy did next, it never appeared again.

Don't hit me: Hugo this****I**he **** a******

Wen Jianyan: "..."

Holding his mobile phone, he raised his eyes and looked into the classroom.

I don't know if it's because his current san value has dropped too much. Obviously, the lecture hall looks the same as before, but, for some reason, the whole classroom gives him a strange sense of disobedience, which is similar to the one in his memory. Compared with the picture, the sound was slightly distorted, as if a weird filter had been added.

He smelled a strange sweet smell in the air, faint but pungent, as if he had smelled it somewhere before.

Across the slightly reddened air, on the podium and in the aisle, the faces of the five NPCs looked paler and more frightening. Their eyeballs rolled and they kept watching the movement in the lecture hall.

It was still dark outside the far window.

It is impossible to figure out what is going on outside the classroom, what kind of danger is lurking in the darkness, and why the anchor who knocked on the door before suddenly disappeared.

In this case, "skipping class" is obviously not a wise decision.

But…

If what Hugo said is true, it means that if they miss this opportunity, if they want to get in touch with the [Principal's Office] and whatever hidden items it contains, they will have to wait until next Friday The ideological and moral character class of the class is over.

Wen Jianyan pursed her lips and stroked the side of the phone with her fingers, as if she was thinking about something.

Soon, he made a decision.

He lowered his head and began typing quickly on the screen.

Your faithful friend Pinocchio: I remember you saying that you almost used your backup plan? @Don't suffer me

Your faithful friend Pinocchio: what is it?

*

Although Orange Candy's grievances against Hugo had reached her throat, even so, she knew that under the current circumstances, all they could do was skip class.

After all, their purpose of entering this dungeon was not to pass the level. The difficulty is much lower than what they are doing now. To complete the reward task and get the hidden props, skipping class has become the only option before them.

So, after Wen Jianyan spoke, Orange Tang reluctantly agreed.

She does have a backup plan.

As one of the top streamers with the deepest roots in Nightmare, the amount of props she keeps in her hands is almost beyond the imagination of other ordinary streamers. The use of these props in S-level dungeons is very restricted, but after A-level dungeons In the mid-term, the situation can be easily reversed.

Don't beat me up: Anyway, that's about it, are you sure you're okay? @Your Faithful Friend Pinocchio

Your faithful friend Pinocchio: Yes.

In fact, Wen Jianyan was not completely sure whether there would be any mistakes in this process, but it had to be said that the "backup plan" given by Tangerine Candy was indeed their best option now.

Don't hit me: OK, you give the signal.

Wen Jianyan put away her phone and raised her eyes.

Another anchor's reading sound echoed in the classroom, and it seemed particularly distorted to the ears, as if he was reciting something darker and more terrifying in the distance.

However, Wen Jianyan's focus is not here.

He is paying attention to these four "student union members".

The vice-principal on the podium was easy to deal with, and his eyes would always focus on the standing anchor. However, the four members of the student union were different.

Since the reading began, they began to patrol and wander in the aisle, not letting go of any blind spots.

Looking at it this way, it is almost impossible for them to leave here without being noticed.

But... Wen Jianyan observed more carefully and patiently.

The wandering paths of these four student union members are fixed, and their steps are stiff and smooth, which means that their speed is also fixed.

This also means that after the third lap, there will be a very short gap when the second student council member walks in front of the podium - and in the next eight seconds, from their seats to the back door of the classroom, is unguarded, and the four members will have their backs turned exactly in their direction.

The only headache is the fourth student union member.

Although his back was facing them, he was standing very close to the back door, which meant that if they wanted to leave, they had to pass behind him.

Fortunately, however, one part of Orange Candy's backup plan was able to address this situation.

Wen Jianyan took a calm breath and waited quietly.

lap.

two laps.

He could hear his own breathing and heart beating faster.

third lap.

Wen Jianyan followed the back of the second member, watching him walk forward step by step.

An anchor next to the window was reading the outline, and the vice-principal's eyes fell on him—fortunately, they were in the opposite direction.

Three meters, two meters, one meter.

The second member walked up to the podium.

Wen Jianyan's finger dropped, and everyone's mobile phone buzzed.

The four members of the student council turned their backs to them.

It's now.

In the next second, there was only a "bang" sound, as if the light bulb was oppressed by some invisible force, and it exploded suddenly, in an instant. The whole classroom was pitch black, and there were loud noises everywhere.

This darkness is unusual.

Rather than saying that it is the result of the disappearance of the light, it is better to say that it is due to its appearance, which leads to the disappearance of the light. The darkness created by special props can cover everything, unless someone has higher-level dispersal props, otherwise it is impossible Could see anything.

Most importantly, in addition to blocking the line of sight, it can also temporarily paralyze the perception of NPCs.

No one spoke, no one gave a signal.

However, a thought flashed tacitly in everyone's mind at the same time:

action.

They stood up under the cover of darkness, and rushed towards the back door of the classroom silently.

On the vacant seats, shadows that were copied slowly emerged one after another—with the same faces and the same breath as them, expressionless, as stiff as puppets.

The only student union member closest to the back door had his back to them, motionless in the darkness, his senses were paralyzed by the darkness, and he couldn't feel the students slipping away behind him.

Soon, Acropolis came to the back door first.

He put his hand on the doorknob and twisted it lightly.

The prepared force-opening props didn't even come in handy, and the door opened.

very smooth.

Wei Cheng's finger tapped on the screen, and the signal he had prepared was sent out.

"Hum." The cellphones of several people vibrated again—

quick.

Wen Jianyan quickened his pace. He forcibly endured the dizziness caused by hallucinations and auditory hallucinations, relying only on the willpower that supported his bones, he followed Su Cheng in front of him closely.

His san value is really too low.

However, at least these tens of seconds can still last.

As long as he leaves the lecture theater, the prohibition of "no eating and drinking" will disappear, and he will be able to replenish the san value in time to make the annoying hallucinations disappear.

Soon.

In this operation, their luck is very good at every step. If everything goes well, they will be able to escape their shells and leave the classroom.

Wen Jianyan quickened his pace.

The glasses on the bridge of his nose dispelled the darkness, and he saw that the door ahead was getting closer.

Five meters - three meters - two meters.

Reaching soon.

"Slightly."

Suddenly, without warning, the subtle sound of bone rubbing resounded in the darkness.

No one could see—that member of the student union who was paralyzed by the darkness when the first few people moved, twisted slowly and stiffly like a shark smelling the smell of blood in the water when Wen Jianyan was about to pass by neck up.

As if it sensed something, it turned its head a little bit and looked behind—

"Giggle."