After the second class finished speaking, the area was silent for a moment, and then the cold voice of Ghost Master No. 1 rang out. ?
"From one hundred four to eight hundred six, next student No. 1 in class 2175o3 will draw the numbers and time them for ten seconds."
Hearing this, the students in the second class cheered, and the girl No. 1 exhaled and lightly covered her rising and falling chest. She was so scared just now.
Seeing this, many people in the first class curled their lips in disdain and said, "What's there to be happy about? I'm sure it will be you in the next round." "That's right, be careful when extreme joy leads to sorrow." "Hmph, I'll wait. When you die."
These sarcastic words did not extinguish the excitement of the students in the second class. They also kept saying sarcastically: "It's not necessarily who will die, just wait and see."
"Stop arguing!" The number one student in Class 3 is a slightly fat student. Of course, his strength is also quite impressive.
Hearing this, the faces of the students in Class 1 and Class 2 showed dissatisfaction. Just as they were about to say something, they were interrupted by a scream in the distance that could penetrate deep into the soul.
I looked towards the direction where the screams came from, which was where Ghost Master No. 7 was. At this time, in their red circle area, there were a dozen people covering their necks and roaring in pain. Soon, they In front of my horrified eyes, I broke my own neck.
"Ah!" The students in District 7 exclaimed. A large open space suddenly opened up where the class where all the members died was located. In that open space, there were more than a dozen corpses lying in random directions. The expressions on their faces , all showing a touch of fear and despair, as well as a touch of desire for life.
Obviously, the students in this class were unlucky enough to draw the death number, so all of them died.
The miserable scene in District 7 shocked us greatly. Among us, the one who was most shocked was naturally Fatty, the No. 1 student in Class 3. He was trembling as he looked at District 7 with his mouth squirming. A few times, but nothing was said.
The deaths of those people just now planted the seeds of fear firmly in Fatty's heart. He was afraid that he would also be unlucky enough to draw that death number, and the more he thought about it, the greater the possibility.
"Time's up." At this time, our number one ghost master said coldly.
"Wait a minute, I choose two hundred and one, I choose two hundred and ten!" Hearing this, the fat man was immediately shocked. He opened his eyes wide and kept waving his hands and said.
"Well, two hundred and ten to eight hundred and six." The ghost master said.
"Huh." The fat man breathed a deep sigh of relief, and a smile appeared on his fat face. However, he soon found that there was a sharp pain in his abdomen. He looked at his abdomen in shock. On his abdomen, only a black tentacle was seen penetrating his abdomen, and on this black tentacle, there were countless small tentacles squirming inside his body. At the same time, more than a dozen students in their class were all covered with raw materials. Same thing.
"Because Class No. 2175o3 failed to draw numbers on time, all members will be punished by being wiped out." This was the last word the fat man heard before he died.
Blood, like a stream, spread on the ground, and soon it covered most of the red area. On the edge of the red area, there were more than a dozen corpses lying. Just a few seconds ago, they were still alive. But now, it is a cold corpse.
"From two hundred and one to eight hundred and six, the next one will be drawn by the No. 1 student in class 2175o4, and the time will be ten seconds."
It was finally my turn and I took a deep breath.
In fact, when I was drawing numbers in the first three classes, I had been thinking, what exactly is this death number? Will it be set to a special number?
For example, many password locks on mobile phones or diaries are set to their own birthdays, or the birthdays of their favorite people or idols. This is a breakthrough point and there are rules to follow.
Therefore, I am wondering whether this number of deaths is very special.
Generally speaking, we don't choose numbers in the hundreds, such as one hundred, two hundred or one thousand. There is no logic in this. We just think that the number in the hundred is more special than other numbers.
In addition to this, I also wonder whether this number may be related to the number of our class.
Starting from the previous class 2175o1, which is the first class, to my fourth class 2175o4, it can be seen that our ten classes should be arranged in descending order, so the tenth class should be 21751o.
Therefore, I think 217, and numbers between 5o1 and 51o, are very dangerous!
Of course, it is very possible that this death number is purely randomly selected and has nothing to do with what I think. However, I have to guess a number anyway, so I will guess a less dangerous number. "
Sweat began to break out on my forehead, and my breathing became slightly faster. It would be impossible to say that the deaths of the two previous classes had no impact on me at all. I am also scared now, and I am also nervous now. !
"Ye Yan, you hurry up and choose, there are only four seconds left!" Wang Yifan danced anxiously at the side.
I didn't pay attention to him, but I listened to what he said. There are still four seconds left. If the deadline expires, then the same fate as the fat man from before will happen.
So I took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and said, "Seven hundred and three!"
When I said this number, I felt my heart stopped beating. Like the other students in the class, I held my breath nervously, waiting for the results.
The ghost master first looked at me coldly, was silent for a few seconds, and then said: "Two hundred one to seven hundred three! Continue to the next class."
"Yeah!" The classmates burst into cheers, and I breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from my head.
"Great, we survived!" Jia Jing jumped up and cheered, then laughed.
"Ye Yan, you're awesome!" Wang Qiang gave me a thumbs up and praised me without hesitation. Although I don't know how awesome I am, it's just good luck, but I am accompanying them at this time. Silly smile.
"Great, it won't be our turn in the next round." Zhang Hao also smiled.
Indeed, if we want to take our turn again, we have to go through another round of ten classes before we can come back, and now we have already screened half of them.
The further back you go, the more dangerous it becomes. Fortunately, we are in the fourth class, which is just the right position, because the first three classes are guaranteed to take two rounds, and we are likely to end in one.
The following classes were naturally very nervous, and they seemed to think that the numbers between 5o1 and 51o were very dangerous, and 217 had been eliminated after several classes. At this time, we were all safe in the first round. passed, and at this time, the range of numbers has been compressed to 42o to 61o.
"Okay, the first round is over. Let's take a three-minute break." The ghost master said coldly: "Since the results of the first round have not yet been determined, next, the second round of drawings will be conducted by the second student of class 2175o1. It’s four hundred two to six hundred one.”
At this time, Class 1, who originally thought they had escaped, could no longer laugh, and Class 2, which had ridiculed them before, no longer had the interest to ridicule them, because after Class 1 ended, it was their turn. , they are also very dangerous.
Of course, we are also feeling very heavy at this time, because class No. 3 has been wiped out, so we are the third to draw points in this round.
The three minutes ended quickly, and the ghost master said calmly: "It's break time, and the second round of drawing will be conducted by the second student in class 2175o1. The range is 420 to 611, and the timer is ten seconds!"
Hearing this, a boy with student ID number 2 in Class 1 looked around at his classmates tremblingly, seemingly hesitant. However, due to time constraints, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and say four hundred and five.
"The range is four hundred and five to six hundred and one." The ghost master said coldly.
"Long live!" Class No. 1 once again burst into cheers. This time, the range has been reduced to a minimum, with only one hundred and sixty numbers left. I'm afraid it won't be Class No. 1's turn again. After cheering, many students in Class 1 began to ridicule Class 2. The students in Class 2 were so angry that their faces turned blue and white.
"Five hundred and ninety-eight!" Student No. 2 in Class 2 reported a number.
"The range is four hundred and five to five hundred and ninety-eight. Next, the number two student in class 2175o4 will draw, and the timer will be ten seconds." Ghost Master said.
It's our class's turn again!
