Chapter 828 Han Fei with full luck
Teacher Wang Chuqing dislikes Han Fei very much. To be precise, everyone in the school dislikes Han Fei. When everyone saw Han Fei appear at the back door of their class, They all frowned, but they were embarrassed to be exposed to the "dying man".
Han Fei took advantage of everyone's mentality and took advantage of other teachers' classes.
There are eight classes in the school. The teacher of Class 6, Xu Hui, was killed, and the teacher of Class 4 was seriously injured in one eye. Apart from these two people, among the remaining teachers, the one that worried Han Fei the most was Class 2. The person in charge - Shadow Flame.
This teacher seems to have a dual personality, one hiding in the shadows, and the other as passionate as a flame. He and Gao Cheng are two extremes. They are very popular in the school. It is said that the principal also admires him very much and always treats him as Cultivate as a successor.
Han Fei spent the longest time outside the door of Class 2. When Teacher Yingyan discovered Han Fei, not only did she not drive him away, she also smiled at him and indicated that he could come in and listen.
Even though Han Fei was very thick-skinned, he was too embarrassed to enter the room. He observed it for a while and then left.
In order not to disturb the students in his class, Han Fei walked around the school with his little bench, trying to figure out all the secrets hidden in the school.
The day passed quickly, and when it was getting dark, a black modified car drove into the campus. Director Ya urgently summoned all the teachers to the conference room of the office building.
The seriously injured leader of the fourth shift, Danyan, was also sent over by the doctor in the infirmary. In order to prevent the curse from spreading, he escaped from the black building at the cost of both legs and an arm.
Among the seven teachers still alive, apart from Han Fei, he is now the weakest.
After everyone was seated, they all stared at the empty chair at the end of the conference room, which belonged to the principal.
A cold atmosphere spread in the office building. No footsteps were heard, but the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open.
A middle-aged man whose left face was bitten and disfigured entered the house. He had many stinky wounds on his body, like mouths that would never close.
"Principal, have the location and route of this assessment been determined?" Director Ya stood up and helped the principal pull out his chair. In addition to respect, he looked at the principal with deep fear in his eyes.
"It's confirmed, ready to draw lots." When the principal spoke, his mouth seemed to be torn. The wounds on his body and the corners of his lips were sewn with needles and threads. Without those needles and threads, he might have looked even more ugly and terrifying.
Taking off the black top hat, the principal sat on the seat in the center of the conference room. He took out eight identical envelopes from his suitcase: "There was a small problem with this assessment... "
"Are you referring to the death of Xu Hui, the leader of Team Six?" Director Ya quickly said: "I have arranged for people to investigate, and the results will be available within a week at the latest. "
"It has nothing to do with him." The principal shook his head. He put the eight letters into a black box and placed the box on the conference room table: "Two classes are going to the black building for this assessment."< br>
"Two classes?!" All the teachers' expressions changed. The black building is extremely dangerous. Not to mention the students, even the teachers may not be able to come out alive if they go in. The person in charge of Class 4 has the single-eyedest one. Have experience.
"I have worked hard to help you fight for it, but it is a pity..." The principal pointed to the black box: "Start smoking. At least you still have a choice."
The teachers looked at each other, and no one passed. .
This simple drawing of lots directly determines the life and death of a group of students and yourself, so of course you must be extremely cautious.
"What are you waiting for?" The principal's tone was gloomy. He didn't like those who disobeyed his words.
"Hey, let me do it first." Danyan seemed to have broken the jar. He asked the doctor to carry him to the black box, and stretched out his only remaining arm: "My class is now There are only five children. If I win the black building, there may be another class who will go in with me.”
The assessment is related to the fate of everyone. Even the fearless Yan Lan becomes nervous. She is not afraid of death, but she does not want the children in her class to be sent to the dark building for sacrifice.
Scanning the crowd, he took out a letter with one eye. He opened it in front of everyone. Inside was a blood-red bamboo stick.
"Red blood! It's the Red Mansion!" Danyan let out a long sigh of relief. He slumped on the doctor's back, as if he was glad that he could finally live for a while longer.
Putting away the red bamboo sticks, a smile finally appeared on Danyan's face: "I'm sorry, everyone, I stole your spot in the Red Mansion."
"There are also very dangerous things in the Red Mansion. "Don't get too happy too early." Ma Jing replied lukewarmly, his eyes were scary, and the muscles in his arms bulged unconsciously due to tension.
"Don't make any noise. The lottery will be completed before dark." The principal has been observing the teachers in the conference room, watching each of their expressions when they drew lots.
Glancing over the faces with gloomy eyes, the principal finally focused on Han Fei. The Gao Cheng in front of him seemed different from before, but he couldn't tell in what specific way he was different.
"I'll be second." Yingyan stood up. He acted very calmly, but his slightly beating pupils still revealed his inner uneasiness. You must know that Black Tower is synonymous with death.
Putting his hand into the black box that can isolate perception, Ying Yan took out a letter and opened it. There was also a red bamboo stick inside.
"Morning Star Kindergarten in Area B? It is considered to be relatively low-difficulty among the red buildings." Yingyan looked at the words on the red bamboo stick, silently put it away, and returned to his seat.
Two of the remaining six letters were signed with black marks. The teacher who had not yet drawn lots had a serious look on his face and did not dare to act rashly.
Seeing that no one moved for a long time, Han Fei stood up from his seat, but before he could draw it, Wang Chuqing, who was closer to the black box, left his chair. The teacher struggled for a long time and finally went to draw it. That was the fateful envelope.
Putting a slightly cold hand into the black box, all perception and external means were useless. He stayed for a long time and slowly took out a letter.
On the outside, this letter is no different from other letters.
Tearing open the envelope with slightly trembling fingers, a pure black bamboo stick fell on the conference table. The small bamboo stick was filled with vicious words. The terrifying curse breath left the envelope the moment it left. Released.
"Black Building in Area C - Xinhu No. 3 Mental Hospital!"
The scar on Wang Chuqing's face began to twist. He no longer had the strength to pick up the bamboo sticks. There is no difficulty level in Black Building. points, because all black buildings are extremely dangerous!
"Take your bamboo stick and go back to your seat." The principal hated Wang Chuqing very much, with undisguised disgust in his words: "Think about yourself why you stayed here as a teacher in the first place. Look at what you look like now!"
Slowly lowering his head, Wang Chuqing picked up the black bamboo stick and returned to his seat without saying a word. The veins on his arm holding the bamboo stick were bulging, and his personality was Power is triggered unconsciously.
After seeing Wang Chuqing draw the black building, the other teachers were both happy and worried, because this year is different from the past, there is a black bamboo stick among the remaining bamboo sticks.
Compared with the teacher, Han Fei seemed much more relaxed. Without hesitation, he walked to the black box and took out a letter.
Everyone stared at Han Fei, watching with wide eyes as he tore the envelope bit by bit.
The pure white bamboo stick fell on the table, and Han Fei was a little surprised. He always had very good luck in the shrine memory world. The good luck blessing Fu Yi had given him seemed to be rooted in his soul and was effective in all shrine memory worlds.
"The White Building in District C - Good Friend Supermarket."
They are both in District C, but the choices between Han Fei and Wang Chuqing are like heaven and hell.
Holding the white bamboo stick, Han Fei felt his cheeks burning. The teachers' eyes were focused on him like knives. Teacher Wang Chuqing even had a hint of murderous intent in his eyes.
"Director Ya, can the results of the lottery be exchanged?"
"No, go back and sit down." The principal tapped on the table and stared at Han Fei a few more times: "Gao Cheng, what is your current mental pollution level? "
"Thirty-nine, principal, I am in urgent need of ghost blood. If you have it, I will pay any price to exchange it with you." Han Fei has it. Master-level acting, all movements and expressions are at your fingertips.
"Spiritual pollution will only turn you into a madman, but using too much ghost blood will directly kill you." The principal ignored Han Fei and looked at the next teacher.
The lottery continues, and each letter is an invitation from the ghost. Once opened, it cannot be changed.
A few minutes passed and the lottery ended. The last black lot was drawn by Ma Jing, the leader of the third shift.
"The lottery is over. In the next two days, you must start targeted training for the students in the class to increase the probability of survival as much as possible." The principal put on his hat and looked coldly into the room. Teacher: "Don't make small moves. I don't want any problems to arise before the assessment."
Carrying the box, the principal walked out of the conference room, and the temperature in the room gradually returned to normal.
“Bang!”
Unable to bear it, Ma Jing punched the conference table. A scream came from the glasses he was wearing, and the figures of two hanged students appeared on the lenses: "A 1/4 chance? How could I draw black?" "Floor?"
"Teacher Xu Hui was killed. I will lead the team in Class 6. You should go back and get ready. The meeting is over." Director Ya left with the red sign from Class 6. There were only a few left in the room. A teacher is here.
"Actually, I really want to use this bamboo stick to make a deal with you, but the principal doesn't allow it in school." Han Fei leaned on his chair, the white stick flexibly turning on his fingertips, and he just wanted to express it clearly Other teachers, please go outside the school to make deals with him.
"Yes, you are going to die anyway, how can you let the person who needs it the least get the most useful thing." Wang Chuqing looked very sad, and he was not in any joking mood.
"We are all in area C, third area. I can help you when the time comes." Han Fei put the white lottery ticket into his pocket and returned to Class 7 "weakly".
"Everyone, please be quiet." Han Fei put the white sign on the table and explained to everyone what had just happened.
After everyone understood everything, Han Fei walked to the seat of student No. 2: "What do you think we can do now to get the most benefit for us?"
"White sign or black sign? It doesn't matter, our biggest enemy now People are not black buildings, but schools." No. 2 sat in his seat, looking like a good student, but the words coming out of his mouth were quite cruel: "I suggest you use the white lottery to exchange for something that you can't exchange at ordinary times. Things that come to mind, such as people’s hearts and prestige.”
"Then who do you think is easier to start with?"
"The ones who need a free sign now are Teacher Wang and Teacher Ma, but their personalities are completely different. After exceeding the psychological price, Teacher Ma will probably choose Kill you, so Teacher Wang is more reliable. No. 2 closed the textbook on the desk: "Teacher, you know exactly what to do. There is no need to ask me. If you want to use this to bring us closer, there is no need to trust." You can’t get it by building relationships.”
"Yes, why are you acting like a child, showing off after you have achieved a little bit of achievement?" No. 4 was even more rude: "Besides, you got this achievement by luck."
"You guys You naughty kid, I will ask you to call me teacher sooner or later." Han Fei was not angry either. He could clearly feel through the conversation that the children were no longer as resistant to him as before, and the cold and decadent No. 4 even took the initiative to talk to him. .
After class ended early, Han Fei returned to his apartment. He waited until it was getting dark, took out his backpack and left the school.
Tonight he is going to the Red Mansion Shiwei Pavilion to find ghost blood to completely eliminate mental pollution.
"Wang Chuqing told me the location of Ghost Blood. If my prediction is good, he should go to Shiwei Pavilion to squat with me tonight."
Going out at night is a very dangerous thing. Han Fei put on his peaked cap, braced himself, and walked quickly in the alley.
After the disaster, Xinhu was re-divided into twelve districts, the most dangerous of which was District A, where there were a large number of black buildings, treacherous buildings and forbidden buildings, which were also far from the school.
After spending more than two hours, Han Fei successfully entered Area A. There was no trace of human life here and it was an area completely occupied by ghosts.
"Deep World? Is this the result of fusion?"
Just to get here, Han Fei has used the coin of destiny twice, and now his mental pollution index has increased to Thirty-two.
"Shadows are starting to appear in my sight again. I'll get there as soon as possible." Han Fei put away the map and looked at the distant blocks.
High-rise buildings have woven themselves into human beings' own prisons. What flashes in the dark night is no longer neon lights, but will-o'-the-wisps and the eyes of unknown existences. (End of this chapter)