Chapter 315 The dead return, and the killing will begin
Arekom couldn't tell whether the person who came was a big shot, but he didn't care, because the preparations for the hunt had been made.
He specially put on traditional Indian clothes, wearing long leggings made of tanned and sewn bison skin on his legs, and a small apron also made of bison skin around his waist. Leather jacket, and finally a burlap cloak.
If I were dressed like this in normal times, I would definitely be severely punished by the school staff, because it goes against their original intention of carrying out cultural brainwashing.
But today someone came to visit, and reporters took photos and videos. If the students are not allowed to wear these costumes, how can we prove to the audience that this is a "charity school" for Indian children?
Arekom's appearance did not attract any special attention from the school staff, even though he had a strange short stick in his hand.
On the other side, the principal is accompanying the "big shots" to visit the school's showroom.
A teacher from the school affairs office was talking to the camera, acting as a commentator.
“Our school has a history of thirty years since its establishment, and has cultivated many outstanding talents for Arizona and the United States...”
If anyone who doesn’t know what is interesting asks at this moment, “What are the specific ones? ", then he definitely can't answer.
This boarding school, which includes elementary and middle schools, has not produced even a single college student in thirty years.
Don’t think that they are not even willing to do image projects. In fact, this is the normal situation in most community schools in the United States, because high school students need letters of recommendation and a good-looking resume to get a job in college. Interview qualifications provided by the university.
Normal ordinary white teenagers need to rack their brains, such as poor little spiders, let alone these Indian teenagers who are deliberately restricted.
Not to say 100%, but at least 99% of all young Indians who can go to college come from chief families who are willing to cooperate, and most of them are only mixed descendants with some Indian blood.
The so-called "outstanding talents" are just "zero dollar purchase" practitioners and drug addicts who are active in slum neighborhoods. They basically have to go to jail as soon as they leave school.
"The school adheres to the teaching philosophy of people-oriented and all-round development. The caring teachers provide patient and friendly education to the children who come from primitive tribes..."
"Love?"
Arrekom strode up with a vampire scepter, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world, and said loudly: "Does your love mean that every year, students are tortured to death by their teachers?"
The sudden appearance of the boy made the reporters and civil servants who were walking through the scene stunned for a moment. The principal stood up quickly and cast a cannibalistic look at Arekom: "What are you talking about? Didn't you take your medicine today?"< br>
He turned around and became kind again when facing the camera: "Don't mind, everyone, this is a child with mental illness in the school. We have hired a doctor for him and he will take medicine on time every day. Today will be about The school manager was busy and forgot.”
"Hahaha..." Arekom laughed until tears almost overflowed.
“Since you are so caring, you must be very touched when you see the dead students?”
As he spoke, Arekom, who was holding the blood-sucking scepter, knocked the scepter in his hand hard. On the ground, the strange red gem suddenly emitted scarlet light, soaking the surrounding earth.
The next second, the ground began to tremble, slightly at first, then violently.
The grass twitched and swayed as if electrified, and the soil particles at the roots were pulled by strange forces and kept beating.
A sudden cool breeze blew up, and everyone present felt a chill.
"School...guard, take him...away!"
With the principal's frightened voice, a bone claw pierced the soil, and the bones were white and white. There was still rotten flesh and blood left, which made me sick to hear it.
First one, and then another in the blink of an eye. A pair of bone claws supported the ground and pushed out a terrifying skull with half a face.
There was only one eyeball left in the skull's eye socket. At this moment, the eyeball was rotating crazily and quickly locked on the principal.
Both sides were stunned for a moment. The skull's lower jaw kept opening and closing, and the upper and lower rows of teeth collided with each other, making a dense sound that was very impressive just to hear it.
The next second, a hoarse voice came from the rotten throat of the skeleton: "Jack... Principal, long time... no see..."
"Ah!!!" The pot-bellied man Principal Jack jumped up on the spot as if he was electrocuted. He wanted to run back, but when he turned around, he staggered and fell to the ground.
The skeleton quickly crawled out, used its hands and feet to pounce on Principal Jack, opened its mouth wide and bit his neck hard.
A soft "click" sound spread throughout the school playground. Seeing that the thin skeleton had a strong bite force, it bit off Principal Jack's trachea and blood vessels in one bite. Blood spurted out, but was sucked by the skeleton.
Blood poured into the abdomen of the skeleton along the rotten esophagus. The broken chest could not hold this much blood, and it bubbled out.
As the blood poured into the skeleton's body, the rotten flesh on his body grew strangely, eventually covering all the bones in the body, closing the loopholes in the body and speeding up the efficiency of blood storage.
The "Vampire Scepter" summons not ordinary skeletons, but "Vampire Zombies".
As they suck more blood, they will become stronger, and their appearance will gradually return to their original appearance, except that their skin is dry, pale, and lifeless.
However, these zombies gain tremendous increases in speed and strength, and without the means to deal with the undead, the scepter bearer can continue to summon them even after destroying their bodies.
This is the powerful effect of the undead artifact.
Of course there are more than one undead in this school. Skeletons summoned by the "Vampire Scepter" appear in every corner of the school in an instant.
In the past thirty years, some of the corpses of teenagers who were played to death have been disposed of, and some have just been hastily buried in the hills behind the school. For a time, the flowers and plants in this hilly area were extremely lush.
Now, the dead have returned and wantonly slaughtered their former tormentors.
Screams spread throughout the school.
The civil servants and reporters of the "Aboriginal Protection Association" huddled together, shivering. They also wanted to run, but the few who ran away in advance were all knocked down by skeletons covered with rotten flesh. their food.
"Please...please...please, let...let...let me go!" Officer Richard was so frightened that he cried and trembled.
Isn’t today just an ordinary catwalk show?
Why did you encounter such a terrifying supernatural being?
"Can the camera work?" Arekom glanced at the camera that was abandoned on the ground.
Richard quickly grabbed a reporter next to him and pushed him hard: "Quick...go and have a look!"
The reporter didn't want to move, but he was already dead. Zombies with blood-red muscle fibers came toward him.
“Ah!”
He screamed in fright, crawled to the camera and started playing with it.
"Coco...Okay!"
"Very good." Arekom gently stroked the scepter in his hand and pretended to be calm: "Turn on the camera, notify the TV station, and broadcast the scene here live."
< br>If you look carefully at the muscles in his hands, you can see obvious tremors. Obviously, all this is still a bit reluctant for a sixteen-year-old boy.
But there is a beast hidden in everyone's heart, especially an abused boy like Arekom, who will either collapse and commit suicide, or explode into a bloodthirsty evil ghost.
Now the evil ghost has come to the world and wants to show his ferocious fangs to those who have bullied him.
The reporter arranged the camera and pointed the lens at Arekom.
The TV station has received the news, and the news vultures who are desperate for ratings only hesitated for a second before starting to broadcast this emergency incident.
"Americans and Indian warriors are about to return to the world. Please clean your forehead and wait for us to pry it open."
Shang's immature voice spread throughout the United States along with the radio waves.
The descendants of the Angsa pirates looked at the Indian boy on the screen and the blood-sucking zombies around him who were obviously not human.
"The undead, the Indian undead are back!"
"The brutal and bloody Indians are going to massacre the elegant and noble gentlemen again."
(End of this chapter)