Girls’ Dormitory Escape

    The first moment she saw the wounds of No. 5 and No. 6, Tang Xinjue thought of everyone who was also cut by the red thread.

    Intuition and experience tell her that the exam has always been very "equal" when it comes to cheating candidates.

    When almost all experiences and behaviors are the same, why is the only three wounds in the 5th bedroom mutated? Tang Xinjue did not believe that this was just a coincidence.

    There must be some kind of variable that was triggered on the three people just now, and the rest of them passed by—

    The attack of the black liquid!

    After smashing the wall and smearing the black liquid on her hands, Tang Xinjue saw what she expected.

    There were terrifying wounds on her wrist that had been eroded at some point in time, but it was temporarily shallower than those of No. 5, but it was also very strange: the positions belonging to the blood vessels seemed to be out of thin air A piece was cut, but no blood spurted out, and he could even move normally.

    Only the pain sensation resumed after the perceptual shield was broken, and bursts of pain traveled along the nerves to the brain, making her subconsciously frown, reminding her of the existence of the wound.

    Seeing that Tang Xinjue was sweating on her forehead, Guo Guo and Zhang You hurriedly rushed over, for fear that she would vomit blood like No. 5 - fortunately, Tang Xinjue was no different He even rejected the idea of ​​his roommate helping with bandaging.

    She gritted her teeth and squeezed along the wound!

    Blood immediately gushed out from the wrist, dripping on the ground, in stark contrast to the black liquid splashed on the ground.

    Seeing this scene, Tang Xinjue breathed a sigh of relief: "The situation has not deteriorated yet."

    She can still feel her body and flesh, although instead of mutating into surging red lines.

    Everyone saw that Tang Xinjue took a few pills, and the wound suddenly grew new granulation at a speed visible to the naked eye, which began to heal gradually under the strong effect of the medicine, but it was condensing new blood vessels. For a moment, it was torn apart by some invisible force, and the blood gurgled out for a few seconds, and then dried up again...

    This process of healing the tear is repeated until the effect of the drug completely wears off.

    Tang Xinjue covered the arm that had just finished the test with a piece of gauze, nodded to Guo Guo, who was holding back tears, and said softly, "It's okay, I just blocked my pain."

    Fortunately, with the blessing of spiritual skills, although only one-tenth of this intense pain is blocked, it is better than nothing.

    Jiang Lan looked away from the wound, retrieved his voice, and said with certainty, "The medicine you just used... works."

    Even though the process was excruciatingly painful, in the end the tear in Tang Xinjue's wrist was obviously much shallower, even if it would gradually deepen, at least the safe time was extended.

    Tang Xinjue confirmed this guess: "Yes. But only for now, when the wound becomes deep enough to see the bone, these ordinary recovery medicines are useless."

    But the reverse can also be introduced, as long as they can release the shield in time before the deterioration, find the wound and take medicine, they can prevent the mutation from continuing!

    No. 7, who has been silent for a long time, said nothing, picked up a piece of black ice and knocked it on his arm on the spot, letting the ice **** splash on his body, and sure enough, he saw the real wound a few seconds later.

    Others followed suit, and it wasn't long before hissing echoed in the hallway. Everyone looked at the wounds on their bodies, both shocked and happy.

    "Zhang You, that, do we have enough medicine?"

    Guo Guo opened her mouth.

     "Don't worry, enough for the four of us for several rounds."

    The hoarder madman Zhang You patted his pocket and comfortably delivered the pill to Guo Guo: "Eat it."

    Guo Guo really cried this time: "I asked about painkillers!"

    After they started the "treatment", they realized that the wound itself was not scary. What was really scary was the process of enduring the severe pain and being stretched and repeated. The pain seemed to be directly pierced into the nerves of the brain, Not even painkillers can completely block it.

    What's more desperate is that when Guo Guo sadly wanted to find a timid companion to comfort each other, she found that she was surrounded by cruel people.

    Tang Xinjue, who directly took herself as an experimental subject, needless to say, but Zheng Wanqing, who absolutely trusted Tang Xinjue, took a knife on her arm almost immediately, and the pain was so painful that her teeth did not tremble. speak out.

    Guo Guo: "Miss, you are not Guan Gong who scrapes bones and heals injuries! You can shout out the pain!"

    A drop of sweat dripped from Zheng Wanqing's delicate forehead, and she said stubbornly: "I have lost a hand, and I can't even get used to this pain. How can I continue the exam in the future?"

    Like Zheng Wanqing, Jiang Lanke and Keke didn't talk nonsense and started it directly, and on the 7th, they handed them a knife: "If the pain is too unbearable, use a knife to cut other Parts, the test has some effect."

    Guo Guo: “…”

    She looked around in despair, and found a reality: the most timid people stayed in 919 at the beginning, and the three more normal people were also in a coma due to injuries early, and now The people who are still standing here, except for herself, are all fierce people who fight monsters like chopping melons and vegetables.

    Guo Guo: Weak, pitiful, helpless.

    She finally accomplished this feat. Although she couldn't bear to ask Tang Xinjue's spiritual help at the end, Zheng Wanqing said to her seriously: "You I just cried and cried and said that I want to be Guan Gong too, it's really heroic, I look at you with admiration."

    Guo Guo's breath was erratic: "...Thank you, but I still hope that I won't have this opportunity to be admired again in the future."

    After everyone bandaged their wounds, their eyes fell on the wall again.

    This time, their eyes were firmer and colder than before.

    Zheng Wanqing rubbed her iron fist and twisted her neck: "Next, we will smash all the walls."

    Jiang Lan: "Get through all the floors in the shortest time."

    No. 7: "Find 919, or find the Academic Affairs Office."

    Guo Guo spat out a mouthful of blood: "Otherwise we will all die!"

    Dust rose and filled with the loud noise, and the dense high-speed attack rained down. This time, no one spared any effort, and their attitude towards the wall was extremely brutal. In the end, the black liquid didn't even have time to emerge, and was taken away directly with the entire floor—

    The hammer fell for the last time, accompanied by Tang Xinjue's calm voice: "The ninth time."

    This is the last change.

    If they guessed correctly, what they will see next is…

    A humming sound resembling a whimper and a cry resounded from within the skeleton of the hallway.

    In front of them, the cement and paint blocks began to twist and melt, and the black liquid that had been scattered tried to climb over again, making a harsh scream.

    It seems that the entire corridor is trying its best to prevent this from happening, but it is powerless to resist.

      . It's just that there is a half-person-high gap in the middle of the wall that can only be passed sideways. Through the gap, you can see a shadowy bedroom and the lights that spill out from it.

    The ninth floor!

    School Jiang, who is discussing gossip with No. 11 and No. 12: "…"

    "You guys are back so soon?"

    Jiang stood up with a guilty conscience and defended himself: "We didn't go fishing just now, we are protecting your roommates! Hey, what do you have in your pockets?"

    Student Jiang saw the red thread carried by the group of people with sharp eyes, and his expression suddenly froze.

    "This, this is..."

    The sound of her breathing was getting thicker and louder, the uncontrollable desire appeared in her eyes, her throat was swallowing up and down, her eyes were glued to the red line, and she said softly: "What is this?"

    Tang Xinjue burrowed into the house and did not immediately give a red line, but instead asked, "What did you think of when you saw it?"

    Classmate Jiang murmured: "I want, I want...I want to eat it."

    As if grasping her own desire in unconscious raving, her tone became stronger and clearer: "Yes, eat...I want to eat, give me, take Give it to me!"

    She was in the body of No. 13, so she still had a trace of reason and did not jump directly, but the ghosts of other girls without bodies were not so stable, and the room was instantly cold. The whirlwind whistled and shrank around the crowd, as if trying to steal the red thread from their hands.

    In the center of the vortex, Tang Xinjue picked up a red thread and held it in front of classmate Jiang, and tore off the gauze in her hand before the other party excitedly snatched it away. Classmate Jiang was stunned for a moment, and his rushing movement stopped for a moment.

    Tang Xinjue said warmly: "You have a strong desire to devour these red threads, because they belong to you in the first place."

    "These red lines are the flesh and blood in your body before you were alive, aren't they?"