Tang Xinjue was not surprised to be attacked.
The most favorable time to clear the level in advance with human heads is the beginning of the level. Many whistleblowers in the previous level were still adapting to the competition, so they chose to hide and wait for the environment suitable for their shots.
This level, however, gave such an environment at the very beginning.
The game forces everyone to appear on the balcony, and their attention is drawn to the task with a time limit of one minute. It is difficult to even resist the attack in a hurry, let alone identify the attacker.
Looking up, the two attack skills come from the left and right directions, one is a short and sharp ice cone, and the other is a black snake-like mist.
The former is obviously an indiscriminate group attack, while the latter is more targeted and faster.
Tang Xinjue didn't dodge directly, but as if he didn't notice the danger at all, he flipped the cloak up with his wrist, and the black cloth rolled out air out of thin air.
With an almost inaudible sound, the airflow collided head-on with the ice cone. The latter was "scratched" and deviated from the direction, but collided heavily with the black mist!
With a hiss, the burning smell instantly spread in the air.
"Heart formula..."
Zheng Wanqing just wanted to open the window and go out to help when she was pulled back, Zhang You signaled to keep silent: "Don't disturb her."
After turning around again, Tang Xinjue retracted his hands and withdrew, and a corner of the cloak was already on the clothes drying pole.
In front of her, two attacks barely stopped outside the guardrail. The black mist was blocked, making a hissing sound like a snake spitting out a letter, but in an instant, the ice cone had been eroded to only a small piece.
It seemed that the object of the erosion was wrong, and the black mist paused for a moment. It turned its tail and hissed in search of other breaths. Just when he successfully found the target, a crisp finger snap sounded from Tang Xinjue's hand.
The black mist stagnated again.
The environment hasn't changed in any way, but it can't capture the scent of its prey anymore.
Tang Xinjue was resting in front of her, but the black mist seemed to have lost her senses. But its instructions made it necessary to attack, so after a silent pause, it continued to bite the ice pick.
The ice cone melted completely, and the black mist entangled with it and disappeared into the air.
At the same time, Tang Xinjue also set up the other corner of the cloak, pulled the two sides, and the clothes were completely covered on the clothes rail.
From the beginning to the end, from the outside, she didn't seem to do anything, just put on a dress in a smooth manner.
[You have successfully set up your clothes, and the sun will dry them soon. You think you're done, and you're ready to go back to the dormitory contentedly, but at this moment, you realize...]
The task notification sound stopped abruptly in my ears.
Before he could think about it, Tang Xinjue heard screams from outside—the indiscriminate attacks of the informer had already rained down, accompanied by the sound of doors and windows opening and closing, creating chaos.
"Is it over? It only took seven seconds!"
Guo Guo couldn't hide his excitement and slapped his thigh, and couldn't help grinning because of the pain.
At this moment, there was a swish from the other side of the balcony, making everyone in 606 turn their heads.
It was the window of 605 that was opened, and two girls came out timidly. They put their heads down without saying hello to them, and rushed directly to dry their cloaks under the clothes rail. They also took the clothes fork, but the soaked cloak was very heavy when they got it out of the rain, and they almost fell downstairs with the clothes fork as soon as they put it on. Throw your hand on the pole.
Tang Xinjue silently glanced at them, then looked away and turned outside.
The ice pick just now was indeed a large-scale attack, and more than one informer chose to do so. Under the defense of each candidate, at least dozens of ice cones fell from the floors, along with rockets, stones... and even colorful beetles.
Some of them target randomly, while others aim at a certain floor. Although group attacks can hardly cause fatal injuries, it is inevitable that some unlucky candidates will be hit.
On the third floor opposite, a boy clutched his chest and fell to the ground with an ouch, a pool of bright red oozing from his chest.
Taking advantage of people's illnesses to kill people! At the same time, there were at least three skills scrambling to fly towards him, and the boy opened his eyes wide and said, "What are you doing here to grab the head?!"
Before the attack landed on him, he rolled over on the spot and dodged, cursing and crawling into the dormitory.
Of course, the informer refused to let go of this opportunity. He only heard the sound of piercing through the air, and a huge ice pick the thickness of an arm pierced straight towards it with a cold light.
The boy slapped the ground and shouted: "Hero, help!"
The shield pierced the wind in response to the sound, blocking the blow of the ice cone. Looking along the track, the long-haired girl in Building B 307 sat cross-legged on the railing with a cold face, her cloak fluttering slightly behind her.
When she saw the boy who was being hunted down, the girl with long hair was startled: "Why are you guys again?"
In dormitory 606, Zheng Wanqing also asked this sentence: "Why are they again?"
Although she has been immersed in papers all year round and has developed a word memory second only to Tang Xinjue, she is half-face-blind when it comes to recognizing people. But even so, she also recognized that the boy who was howling on the opposite side was the unlucky candidate of 303 who came out holding a white flag to surrender at the beginning of the competition, and his companion was shot in the heart by an arrow from an informer.
At this moment, the unlucky boy was rolling on the ground. The shield blocked the ice pick, but not the bugs that were sneaking up from behind.
A piebald spider was thrown from the arm by the boy screaming, and he flashed into the bedroom with his hands and feet.
About ten seconds later, the game counted, and a new student died.
Everyone: ... This is too bad luck!
Tang Xinjue tapped lightly on the guardrail with her fingers, her eyes were not emotional as she patrolled outside 303, and she looked away after observing for a while.
The arena is complex and exciting, and she can see it from her perspective: the dormitory with mental powers sent cautious ordinary candidates out to hang clothes, and the dormitory of the masked man was the same. trembling slightly.
Tang Xinjue saw that there was a silver bracelet with a cold breath on the boy's wrist.
The shield flew back quickly, and was held in the hand of the long-haired girl with a thud. Once again, no one was caught, the girl jumped into the balcony from the guardrail with a cold face, and only then did she find the new boy who came out next to her.
Perhaps because she remembered that a roommate had been sacrificed in this dormitory not long ago, her expression eased: "Do you need help?"
The boy's hands and feet froze, his lips trembled as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he didn't say anything, and hung up his cloak silently.
The long-haired girl only thought that he was too cautious and scared, so she didn't speak anymore, and turned her head to open the window to enter the room.
"Wait! That..."
The boy who finished the task suddenly called out to her, his face seemed to be a little paler when he spoke, his eyes were vaguely cast into the window, and even his voice was trembling: "I..."
"Over the sky, I x your horse!!!"
A shout of shock and anger exploded from a distance, interrupting them.
The shouts came from the first floor, the lowest floor. A fat boy with yellow hair was half-kneeling on the balcony, his hand clutching his neck with bulging veins: "You bastard, you cursed me? We are all informers, I I didn't even hit you when I stepped on the horse, are you going to kill me??"
He stretched out his hand towards the top, and the frost quickly condensed and formed in the palm of his palm, turning into a huge icicle that seemed to be shot out, but failed.
After a few breaths, he rolled his eyes and swallowed, his body slumped down, revealing the curse pattern on his neck.
At the same moment, all the ice picks on the field disappeared without a trace, only the system's fixed and cold reminder: a new dead candidate.
…
"The dead man is an informer, and the one who killed him is also an informer. Can an informer kill an informer?"
"So the informer who murdered with a curse is called Yue Qiong, does anyone know him? Can you find the location?"
"Why are you looking at me? My skill is elementary divination. I just know that the name is useful. Tell me his birth date and then I will do the calculation for you."
The death of the informer in full view caused unprecedented waves.
But what is even more incomprehensible is, why did the curse skills choose candidates from the same camp and they knew each other? Did you have any grudges before
"... I didn't kill it."
In dormitory 308, a boy wearing a black mask was sitting on a chair, pinching the center of his eyebrows with his fingers, his brows and eyes, which were always crescents, were a little anxious: "I said I didn't kill him, don't you understand?"
The room was eerily quiet, and a boy standing next to him whispered, "You definitely didn't kill it, it was Pan Long himself who made a fool of himself. As for the pattern, there may be other people who have awakened the same ability... No, you must be Unique, they are redeemable...”
The more he spoke, the more he became unclear. Cold sweat was dripping from his head. Seeing that Yue Qiong was about to look over, he quickly changed the subject: "Hao Zi is still standing outside! He, why hasn't he come in? He won't be noticed by the girl next to him, right?" ?”
Yue Qiong's eyebrows twitched suddenly, and his fingers slowly lowered: "This IQ is not enough to discover anything."
"But if it's the other one, if she has a high IQ." The boy's eyebrows were raised again: "... I seem to know how Pan Long died."
Ding dong!
The sudden prompt from the mobile phone startled everyone. After seeing that the countdown to the task had reached zero, the heated discussions stopped temporarily.
While eager to find the informer, everyone was also worried that the game would be used to cheat people at any time. Their spirits were almost tense, and the sound of breathing could hardly be heard in the air.
However, in the past half an hour, there has been no change in the surrounding area, and the game has not given any prompts for the next step, which makes people feel a little overwhelmed.
Two interruptions in a row, no matter how calm a person is, can't stand it, let alone someone who is already irritable.
The long-haired girl standing at the door of 307 like a door god folded her arms, her tongue was pressed against her cheeks, and the center of her eyebrows was almost twisted into twists. Then she noticed the boy in the next dormitory who was still standing there stupidly, and asked patiently, "What are you doing?" What were you going to say just now?"
The boy came back to his senses, his eyes fell on her with no focus, maybe it was because it was against the sun, it seemed to be a little red.
However, before the long-haired girl took a closer look, there were two knocking sounds from the balcony window of 308.
The two slaps, neither light nor heavy, caused the boy's body to shake violently, quickly grasped the bracelet on his right hand, and walked back indoors without saying a word.
"Hey," the long-haired girl watched him go in: "You don't want to talk anymore?"
boom. The only answer to her was the sound of the windows being closed.
Girl with long hair: "..."
She turned her head expressionlessly, feeling that the light outside was so oppressive that she wished to chop something to vent.
Forget it, go to hell, she shouldn't have come out!
She twisted her body and was about to go back, but the girl stopped suddenly, her hand holding the shield tightened, and her whole body assumed a vigilant posture ready to attack.
Because in her own ears, she heard the voice of a girl who definitely did not belong nearby.
The voice said, "Don't go into the house."
"There's something on the balcony."