At this desperate moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly emerged in my mind. Death may be around us, but I just didn't realize it.
"Who should we send over to talk?" the squad leader asked.
But when she said this, her originally calm face turned extremely cold. She looked at me and said ferociously: "Zhang Fan, I know I can't kill you. But this is not the end. Just wait. Sooner or later, you will die in my hands. By then, the entire class, He will die without a burial place!”
At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly sounded in our classroom, and only then did we notice it.
After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, we finally won. After we sent all the death messages to the class teacher. As the God of Death, she cannot escape misfortune at this time. Killed by death message.
I looked carefully at the death message on my phone. When I saw the number, a question suddenly occurred to me.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly said: "Don't forward it to each other. Since the text message was sent by the God of Death, then just return it to the God of Death. Isn't that enough?"
But this also shows how terrifying the resentment of the undead is, and even the police are powerless to do anything about it. Our group is just struggling in vain.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly said: "Don't forward it to each other. Since the text message was sent by the God of Death, then just return it to the God of Death. Isn't that enough?"
"What's wrong?" I asked looking at him.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
But this also shows how terrifying the resentment of the undead is, and even the police are powerless to do anything about it. Our group is just struggling in vain.
At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly sounded in our classroom, and only then did we notice it.
Since the God of Death has sent us a text message, why don’t we treat others the same way they treat others
I looked carefully at the death message on my phone. When I saw the number, a question suddenly occurred to me.
The head teacher looked at me and suddenly said: "The hatred of the undead will continue to spread, and the number of deaths will increase countless times. You will all die by then!"
"I was thinking about the identity of the gatekeeper of the underworld." I turned my head and looked at Chen Lanyu and said.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly said: "Don't forward it to each other. Since the text message was sent by the God of Death, then just return it to the God of Death. Isn't that enough?"
I'm used to this situation. At first we might have hoped that the police would rescue us. But as the police station also fell into undead resentment. We care little about this kind of thing anymore.
A student from Class 1, Class 4 was beaten to death by someone from Class 1, Class 5.
Walking on the playground and looking at the students around me, I felt much better.
When we arrived, the people from Grade 1 and Grade 5 had already left. Only a body was left lying on the ground.
"Who says it's not the case? Classes 1 and 5 went too far," the monitor said.
"Still don't have a clue." I shook my head in distress.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
I'm used to this situation. At first we might have hoped that the police would rescue us. But as the police station also fell into undead resentment. We care little about this kind of thing anymore.
"How long has it been? Everyone doesn't know how to unite. Instead, they fight among themselves. It's really disgusting." I gritted my teeth and said.
"Yeah." I said with a smile.
I looked carefully at the death message on my phone. When I saw the number, a question suddenly occurred to me.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
But when she said this, her originally calm face turned extremely cold. She looked at me and said ferociously: "Zhang Fan, I know I can't kill you. But this is not the end. Just wait. Sooner or later, you will die in my hands. By then, the entire class, He will die without a burial place!”
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
I nodded, but there was a shadow in my heart.
After taking a look at the body on the ground, I took Chen Lanyu's hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
According to the rules, those who receive a text message from the God of Death must forward it to others. Otherwise you will die. But so many of us forwarded text messages to her together. Let the God of Death have no way to resist.
"Who should we send over to talk?" the squad leader asked.
"What's wrong?" I asked looking at him.
"I was thinking about the identity of the gatekeeper of the underworld." I turned my head and looked at Chen Lanyu and said.
"Oh, then do you know who it is?" Chen Lanyu asked.
The head teacher held the mobile phone, looked at us, and murmured: "Yes, you won. Congratulations."
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
"Yes, we have to have a serious talk with Class 1 and 5." I said.
"Don't be sad, everything will pass." Chen Lanyu said gently, leaning his head on my shoulder.
At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly sounded in our classroom, and only then did we notice it.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said in a calm voice: "Don't think too much, just come with me for a walk."
Walking on the playground and looking at the students around me, I felt much better.
"I was thinking about the identity of the gatekeeper of the underworld." I turned my head and looked at Chen Lanyu and said.
After taking a look at the body on the ground, I took Chen Lanyu's hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
"What on earth do you know?" I stood up and looked at the class teacher in front of me.
I looked at this corpse with self-deprecation and anger on my face.
The game ended and everyone left the classroom one after another. However, no one took care of the corpses on the ground. Anyway, it won't be long before the police take care of it. Now the police have become our body collectors. It’s also funny to say.
On the podium in the classroom, I don’t know when, a dark figure appeared. And this dark figure is very familiar to me, and it turns out to be the head teacher. She held her mobile phone and looked at us with a smile, her expression was very gentle. When I saw this scene, I understood immediately.
According to the rules, those who receive a text message from the God of Death must forward it to others. Otherwise you will die. But so many of us forwarded text messages to her together. Let the God of Death have no way to resist.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
It turns out that the head teacher is the god of death in the class! She sent death text message after death message, plunging us into civil unrest. And she just looked at it with a smile, and our whole classroom collapsed.
It turns out that the head teacher is the god of death in the class! She sent death text message after death message, plunging us into civil unrest. And she just looked at it with a smile, and our whole classroom collapsed.
"Who should we send over to talk?" the squad leader asked.
It turns out that the head teacher is the god of death in the class! She sent death text message after death message, plunging us into civil unrest. And she just looked at it with a smile, and our whole classroom collapsed.
The monitor came over, took my arm, and said in a serious voice: "Zhang Fan, I heard bad rumors."
It can be said that she has unknowingly held the fate of all of us in her hands. And then watch us kill each other.
"I was thinking about the identity of the gatekeeper of the underworld." I turned my head and looked at Chen Lanyu and said.
When we arrived, the people from Grade 1 and Grade 5 had already left. Only a body was left lying on the ground.
"What do you mean? I don't know. But I know it will be very troublesome." I frowned and muttered to myself. There was indescribable horror on his face. The words of the head teacher remind me all the time. I don't have much time.
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
It can be said that she has unknowingly held the fate of all of us in her hands. And then watch us kill each other.
I nodded, but there was a shadow in my heart.
After taking a look at the body on the ground, I took Chen Lanyu's hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
The head teacher held the mobile phone, looked at us, and murmured: "Yes, you won. Congratulations."
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said anxiously: "What does the head teacher mean?"
"It's over." I collapsed on the ground and said with a helpless expression.
"Anyway, the current situation is very troublesome. Classes 1 and 5 may take action at any time. We must be prepared," the squad leader said.
"What do you mean? I don't know. But I know it will be very troublesome." I frowned and muttered to myself. There was indescribable horror on his face. The words of the head teacher remind me all the time. I don't have much time.
I looked carefully at the death message on my phone. When I saw the number, a question suddenly occurred to me.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, we finally won. After we sent all the death messages to the class teacher. As the God of Death, she cannot escape misfortune at this time. Killed by death message.
But when she said this, her originally calm face turned extremely cold. She looked at me and said ferociously: "Zhang Fan, I know I can't kill you. But this is not the end. Just wait. Sooner or later, you will die in my hands. By then, the entire class, He will die without a burial place!”
It turns out that the head teacher is the god of death in the class! She sent death text message after death message, plunging us into civil unrest. And she just looked at it with a smile, and our whole classroom collapsed.
The head teacher held the mobile phone, looked at us, and murmured: "Yes, you won. Congratulations."
I'm used to this situation. At first we might have hoped that the police would rescue us. But as the police station also fell into undead resentment. We care little about this kind of thing anymore.
But I know she won't die. Because she is already deep in the resentment of the undead. Will be resurrected again and again. This also means that we can never eliminate her.
The monitor came over, took my arm, and said in a serious voice: "Zhang Fan, I heard bad rumors."
At this desperate moment, a flash of inspiration suddenly emerged in my mind. Death may be around us, but I just didn't realize it.
"What on earth do you know?" I stood up and looked at the class teacher in front of me.
"Who says it's not the case? Classes 1 and 5 went too far," the monitor said.
It can be said that she has unknowingly held the fate of all of us in her hands. And then watch us kill each other.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
After taking a look at the body on the ground, I took Chen Lanyu's hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
It seemed that the police had already arrived and helped dispose of the body.
The head teacher looked at me and suddenly said: "The hatred of the undead will continue to spread, and the number of deaths will increase countless times. You will all die by then!"
"Okay, let's not act alone. I want to see what happened in Class 1 and Class 5." I murmured to myself, my expression indescribable indifference.
The student was a boy and he died in the corridor. He was suddenly attacked by students from Grade 1 and Grade 5. It hit home directly. As a result, he was beaten to death directly. The scene was horrific.
After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.
"Okay, let's not act alone. I want to see what happened in Class 1 and Class 5." I murmured to myself, my expression indescribable indifference.
The game ended and everyone left the classroom one after another. However, no one took care of the corpses on the ground. Anyway, it won't be long before the police take care of it. Now the police have become our body collectors. It’s also funny to say.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, we finally won. After we sent all the death messages to the class teacher. As the God of Death, she cannot escape misfortune at this time. Killed by death message.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said in a calm voice: "Don't think too much, just come with me for a walk."
Who knew that tragedy would still happen in the afternoon.
But this also shows how terrifying the resentment of the undead is, and even the police are powerless to do anything about it. Our group is just struggling in vain.
Since the God of Death has sent us a text message, why don’t we treat others the same way they treat others
"Anyway, the current situation is very troublesome. Classes 1 and 5 may take action at any time. We must be prepared," the squad leader said.
But I know she won't die. Because she is already deep in the resentment of the undead. Will be resurrected again and again. This also means that we can never eliminate her.
The game ended and everyone left the classroom one after another. However, no one took care of the corpses on the ground. Anyway, it won't be long before the police take care of it. Now the police have become our body collectors. It’s also funny to say.
"Who says it's not the case? Classes 1 and 5 went too far," the monitor said.
I nodded, but there was a shadow in my heart.
"It's over." I collapsed on the ground and said with a helpless expression.
It turns out that the head teacher is the god of death in the class! She sent death text message after death message, plunging us into civil unrest. And she just looked at it with a smile, and our whole classroom collapsed.
The head teacher held the mobile phone, looked at us, and murmured: "Yes, you won. Congratulations."
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said anxiously: "What does the head teacher mean?"
For us now, living is the most important thing.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said in a calm voice: "Don't think too much, just come with me for a walk."
"Who says it's not the case? Classes 1 and 5 went too far," the monitor said.
"Yeah." I said with a smile.
When we arrived, the people from Grade 1 and Grade 5 had already left. Only a body was left lying on the ground.
"What do you mean? I don't know. But I know it will be very troublesome." I frowned and muttered to myself. There was indescribable horror on his face. The words of the head teacher remind me all the time. I don't have much time.
But this also shows how terrifying the resentment of the undead is, and even the police are powerless to do anything about it. Our group is just struggling in vain.
"Anyway, the current situation is very troublesome. Classes 1 and 5 may take action at any time. We must be prepared," the squad leader said.
"Don't be sad, everything will pass." Chen Lanyu said gently, leaning his head on my shoulder.
After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.
The monitor came over, took my arm, and said in a serious voice: "Zhang Fan, I heard bad rumors."
"Still don't have a clue." I shook my head in distress.
The monitor came over, took my arm, and said in a serious voice: "Zhang Fan, I heard bad rumors."
"What on earth do you know?" I stood up and looked at the class teacher in front of me.
"What do you mean? I don't know. But I know it will be very troublesome." I frowned and muttered to myself. There was indescribable horror on his face. The words of the head teacher remind me all the time. I don't have much time.
"It's over." I collapsed on the ground and said with a helpless expression.
I nodded, but there was a shadow in my heart.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
For us now, living is the most important thing.
I nodded, but there was a shadow in my heart.
Walking on the playground and looking at the students around me, I felt much better.
The game ended and everyone left the classroom one after another. However, no one took care of the corpses on the ground. Anyway, it won't be long before the police take care of it. Now the police have become our body collectors. It’s also funny to say.
Who knew that tragedy would still happen in the afternoon.
The game ended and everyone left the classroom one after another. However, no one took care of the corpses on the ground. Anyway, it won't be long before the police take care of it. Now the police have become our body collectors. It’s also funny to say.
"Yes, we have to have a serious talk with Class 1 and 5." I said.
The head teacher looked at me and suddenly said: "The hatred of the undead will continue to spread, and the number of deaths will increase countless times. You will all die by then!"
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, we finally won. After we sent all the death messages to the class teacher. As the God of Death, she cannot escape misfortune at this time. Killed by death message.
Who knew that Chen Lanyu grabbed my arm and said naughtily: "Since it doesn't happen, don't think about it."
When we arrived, the people from Grade 1 and Grade 5 had already left. Only a body was left lying on the ground.
The two of us started hanging out on the playground, and a few hours passed in the blink of an eye. When we returned to the classroom, the bodies had been disposed of. There is no smell of blood even in the air.
But this also shows how terrifying the resentment of the undead is, and even the police are powerless to do anything about it. Our group is just struggling in vain.
A student from Class 1, Class 4 was beaten to death by someone from Class 1, Class 5.
After taking a look at the body on the ground, I took Chen Lanyu's hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
According to the rules, those who receive a text message from the God of Death must forward it to others. Otherwise you will die. But so many of us forwarded text messages to her together. Let the God of Death have no way to resist.
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
After taking a look at the body on the ground, I took Chen Lanyu's hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
"Yeah." I said with a smile.
The game ended and everyone left the classroom one after another. However, no one took care of the corpses on the ground. Anyway, it won't be long before the police take care of it. Now the police have become our body collectors. It’s also funny to say.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
"Yes, we have to have a serious talk with Class 1 and 5." I said.
I looked at this corpse with self-deprecation and anger on my face.
"Yeah." I said with a smile.
"Don't be sad, everything will pass." Chen Lanyu said gently, leaning his head on my shoulder.
Every time after someone dies in the class, I go outside to get some fresh air. After all, this is the only way to make me feel better.
Since the God of Death has sent us a text message, why don’t we treat others the same way they treat others
Every time after someone dies in the class, I go outside to get some fresh air. After all, this is the only way to make me feel better.
A student from Class 1, Class 4 was beaten to death by someone from Class 1, Class 5.
But when she said this, her originally calm face turned extremely cold. She looked at me and said ferociously: "Zhang Fan, I know I can't kill you. But this is not the end. Just wait. Sooner or later, you will die in my hands. By then, the entire class, He will die without a burial place!”
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, we finally won. After we sent all the death messages to the class teacher. As the God of Death, she cannot escape misfortune at this time. Killed by death message.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly said: "Don't forward it to each other. Since the text message was sent by the God of Death, then just return it to the God of Death. Isn't that enough?"
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly sounded in our classroom, and only then did we notice it.
Walking on the playground and looking at the students around me, I felt much better.
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
Walking on the playground and looking at the students around me, I felt much better.
"You go ahead." I said.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said in a calm voice: "Don't think too much, just come with me for a walk."
After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.
A student from Class 1, Class 4 was beaten to death by someone from Class 1, Class 5.
"I was thinking about the identity of the gatekeeper of the underworld." I turned my head and looked at Chen Lanyu and said.
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
The head teacher held the mobile phone, looked at us, and murmured: "Yes, you won. Congratulations."
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
Since the God of Death has sent us a text message, why don’t we treat others the same way they treat others
"Oh, then do you know who it is?" Chen Lanyu asked.
"How long has it been? Everyone doesn't know how to unite. Instead, they fight among themselves. It's really disgusting." I gritted my teeth and said.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
"Still don't have a clue." I shook my head in distress.
"Who says it's not the case? Classes 1 and 5 went too far," the monitor said.
Since the God of Death has sent us a text message, why don’t we treat others the same way they treat others
But I know she won't die. Because she is already deep in the resentment of the undead. Will be resurrected again and again. This also means that we can never eliminate her.
"Still don't have a clue." I shook my head in distress.
A student from Class 1, Class 4 was beaten to death by someone from Class 1, Class 5.
The head teacher looked at me and suddenly said: "The hatred of the undead will continue to spread, and the number of deaths will increase countless times. You will all die by then!"
"I was thinking about the identity of the gatekeeper of the underworld." I turned my head and looked at Chen Lanyu and said.
Who knew that Chen Lanyu grabbed my arm and said naughtily: "Since it doesn't happen, don't think about it."
Every time after someone dies in the class, I go outside to get some fresh air. After all, this is the only way to make me feel better.
After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.
According to the rules, those who receive a text message from the God of Death must forward it to others. Otherwise you will die. But so many of us forwarded text messages to her together. Let the God of Death have no way to resist.
"Oh, then do you know who it is?" Chen Lanyu asked.
"Yeah." I said with a smile.
The student was a boy and he died in the corridor. He was suddenly attacked by students from Grade 1 and Grade 5. It hit home directly. As a result, he was beaten to death directly. The scene was horrific.
"Oh, then do you know who it is?" Chen Lanyu asked.
The two of us started hanging out on the playground, and a few hours passed in the blink of an eye. When we returned to the classroom, the bodies had been disposed of. There is no smell of blood even in the air.
"There seems to be a dictator in Class 1 and 5, and he is ready to take revenge on us." said the monitor.
"You go ahead." I said.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said in a calm voice: "Don't think too much, just come with me for a walk."
"I was thinking about the identity of the gatekeeper of the underworld." I turned my head and looked at Chen Lanyu and said.
It seemed that the police had already arrived and helped dispose of the body.
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
"Don't be sad, everything will pass." Chen Lanyu said gently, leaning his head on my shoulder.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
I nodded, but there was a shadow in my heart.
"What do you mean? I don't know. But I know it will be very troublesome." I frowned and muttered to myself. There was indescribable horror on his face. The words of the head teacher remind me all the time. I don't have much time.
I'm used to this situation. At first we might have hoped that the police would rescue us. But as the police station also fell into undead resentment. We care little about this kind of thing anymore.
"How long has it been? Everyone doesn't know how to unite. Instead, they fight among themselves. It's really disgusting." I gritted my teeth and said.
When we arrived, the people from Grade 1 and Grade 5 had already left. Only a body was left lying on the ground.
After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.
When we arrived, the people from Grade 1 and Grade 5 had already left. Only a body was left lying on the ground.
Thinking of this, I hurriedly said: "Don't forward it to each other. Since the text message was sent by the God of Death, then just return it to the God of Death. Isn't that enough?"
"It's over." I collapsed on the ground and said with a helpless expression.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
For us now, living is the most important thing.
"Oh, then do you know who it is?" Chen Lanyu asked.
The student was a boy and he died in the corridor. He was suddenly attacked by students from Grade 1 and Grade 5. It hit home directly. As a result, he was beaten to death directly. The scene was horrific.
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
The monitor came over, took my arm, and said in a serious voice: "Zhang Fan, I heard bad rumors."
According to the rules, those who receive a text message from the God of Death must forward it to others. Otherwise you will die. But so many of us forwarded text messages to her together. Let the God of Death have no way to resist.
Walking on the playground and looking at the students around me, I felt much better.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
The two of us started hanging out on the playground, and a few hours passed in the blink of an eye. When we returned to the classroom, the bodies had been disposed of. There is no smell of blood even in the air.
It seemed that the police had already arrived and helped dispose of the body.
Who knew that Chen Lanyu grabbed my arm and said naughtily: "Since it doesn't happen, don't think about it."
"What's wrong?" I asked looking at him.
The head teacher looked at me and suddenly said: "The hatred of the undead will continue to spread, and the number of deaths will increase countless times. You will all die by then!"
"Anyway, the current situation is very troublesome. Classes 1 and 5 may take action at any time. We must be prepared," the squad leader said.
"There seems to be a dictator in Class 1 and 5, and he is ready to take revenge on us." said the monitor.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
"Who says it's not the case? Classes 1 and 5 went too far," the monitor said.
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
I looked at this corpse with self-deprecation and anger on my face.
I looked carefully at the death message on my phone. When I saw the number, a question suddenly occurred to me.
On the podium in the classroom, I don’t know when, a dark figure appeared. And this dark figure is very familiar to me, and it turns out to be the head teacher. She held her mobile phone and looked at us with a smile, her expression was very gentle. When I saw this scene, I understood immediately.
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
I nodded, but there was a shadow in my heart.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said anxiously: "What does the head teacher mean?"
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
I'm used to this situation. At first we might have hoped that the police would rescue us. But as the police station also fell into undead resentment. We care little about this kind of thing anymore.
"Anyway, the current situation is very troublesome. Classes 1 and 5 may take action at any time. We must be prepared," the squad leader said.
It turns out that the head teacher is the god of death in the class! She sent death text message after death message, plunging us into civil unrest. And she just looked at it with a smile, and our whole classroom collapsed.
"Who should we send over to talk?" the squad leader asked.
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
"Okay, let's not act alone. I want to see what happened in Class 1 and Class 5." I murmured to myself, my expression indescribable indifference.
It can be said that she has unknowingly held the fate of all of us in her hands. And then watch us kill each other.
The monitor came over, took my arm, and said in a serious voice: "Zhang Fan, I heard bad rumors."
"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't come to us. Are they crazy?" I murmured to myself, with unspeakable doubts in my eyes.
But I know she won't die. Because she is already deep in the resentment of the undead. Will be resurrected again and again. This also means that we can never eliminate her.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said in a calm voice: "Don't think too much, just come with me for a walk."
But when she said this, her originally calm face turned extremely cold. She looked at me and said ferociously: "Zhang Fan, I know I can't kill you. But this is not the end. Just wait. Sooner or later, you will die in my hands. By then, the entire class, He will die without a burial place!”
Who knew that tragedy would still happen in the afternoon.
The student was a boy and he died in the corridor. He was suddenly attacked by students from Grade 1 and Grade 5. It hit home directly. As a result, he was beaten to death directly. The scene was horrific.
I'm used to this situation. At first we might have hoped that the police would rescue us. But as the police station also fell into undead resentment. We care little about this kind of thing anymore.
A student from Class 1, Class 4 was beaten to death by someone from Class 1, Class 5.
Since the God of Death has sent us a text message, why don’t we treat others the same way they treat others
"There seems to be a dictator in Class 1 and 5, and he is ready to take revenge on us." said the monitor.
A student from Class 1, Class 4 was beaten to death by someone from Class 1, Class 5.
After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
I looked carefully at the death message on my phone. When I saw the number, a question suddenly occurred to me.
I nodded, but there was a shadow in my heart.
The student was a boy and he died in the corridor. He was suddenly attacked by students from Grade 1 and Grade 5. It hit home directly. As a result, he was beaten to death directly. The scene was horrific.
"It's over." I collapsed on the ground and said with a helpless expression.
"Okay, let's not act alone. I want to see what happened in Class 1 and Class 5." I murmured to myself, my expression indescribable indifference.
It seemed that the police had already arrived and helped dispose of the body.
Walking on the playground and looking at the students around me, I felt much better.
"What's wrong?" I asked looking at him.
But I know she won't die. Because she is already deep in the resentment of the undead. Will be resurrected again and again. This also means that we can never eliminate her.
I looked carefully at the death message on my phone. When I saw the number, a question suddenly occurred to me.
It seemed that the police had already arrived and helped dispose of the body.
When we arrived, the people from Grade 1 and Grade 5 had already left. Only a body was left lying on the ground.
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, we finally won. After we sent all the death messages to the class teacher. As the God of Death, she cannot escape misfortune at this time. Killed by death message.
"You go ahead." I said.
But I know she won't die. Because she is already deep in the resentment of the undead. Will be resurrected again and again. This also means that we can never eliminate her.
"Anyway, the current situation is very troublesome. Classes 1 and 5 may take action at any time. We must be prepared," the squad leader said.
I looked at this corpse with self-deprecation and anger on my face.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said in a calm voice: "Don't think too much, just come with me for a walk."
"It's over." I collapsed on the ground and said with a helpless expression.
According to the rules, those who receive a text message from the God of Death must forward it to others. Otherwise you will die. But so many of us forwarded text messages to her together. Let the God of Death have no way to resist.
"Okay, let's not act alone. I want to see what happened in Class 1 and Class 5." I murmured to myself, my expression indescribable indifference.
"How long has it been? Everyone doesn't know how to unite. Instead, they fight among themselves. It's really disgusting." I gritted my teeth and said.
"What on earth do you know?" I stood up and looked at the class teacher in front of me.
The student was a boy and he died in the corridor. He was suddenly attacked by students from Grade 1 and Grade 5. It hit home directly. As a result, he was beaten to death directly. The scene was horrific.
After taking a look at the body on the ground, I took Chen Lanyu's hand, turned around and walked out of the classroom.
"What's wrong?" I asked looking at him.
"Who says it's not the case? Classes 1 and 5 went too far," the monitor said.
"Who says it's not the case? Classes 1 and 5 went too far," the monitor said.
For us now, living is the most important thing.
The game ended and everyone left the classroom one after another. However, no one took care of the corpses on the ground. Anyway, it won't be long before the police take care of it. Now the police have become our body collectors. It’s also funny to say.
I looked at this corpse with self-deprecation and anger on my face.
"Yes, we have to have a serious talk with Class 1 and 5." I said.
"You go ahead." I said.
But I know she won't die. Because she is already deep in the resentment of the undead. Will be resurrected again and again. This also means that we can never eliminate her.
It seemed that the police had already arrived and helped dispose of the body.
"Oh, then do you know who it is?" Chen Lanyu asked.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, we finally won. After we sent all the death messages to the class teacher. As the God of Death, she cannot escape misfortune at this time. Killed by death message.
On the podium in the classroom, I don’t know when, a dark figure appeared. And this dark figure is very familiar to me, and it turns out to be the head teacher. She held her mobile phone and looked at us with a smile, her expression was very gentle. When I saw this scene, I understood immediately.
"How long has it been? Everyone doesn't know how to unite. Instead, they fight among themselves. It's really disgusting." I gritted my teeth and said.
"Who should we send over to talk?" the squad leader asked.
It can be said that she has unknowingly held the fate of all of us in her hands. And then watch us kill each other.
Just like that, in the blink of an eye, one message after another from the God of Death was forwarded to the God of Death. The God of Death was also anxious at this time. It was sending text messages desperately, but it couldn't resist so many of us. Death soon reaped its consequences. It received numerous death messages.
"There seems to be a dictator in Class 1 and 5, and he is ready to take revenge on us." said the monitor.
"Who should we send over to talk?" the squad leader asked.
Chen Lanyu looked at me and said anxiously: "What does the head teacher mean?"
It can be said that she has unknowingly held the fate of all of us in her hands. And then watch us kill each other.
As soon as I finished speaking, the classmates who had awakened sent text messages to the God of Death one by one.
But this also shows how terrifying the resentment of the undead is, and even the police are powerless to do anything about it. Our group is just struggling in vain.
"You go ahead." I said.
"Who should we send over to talk?" the squad leader asked.
"You go ahead." I said.
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
"Who should we send over to talk?" the squad leader asked.
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
"Okay, I'll go over and talk to them. I don't believe they dare to do anything to me." The monitor said confidently.
Walking on the playground and looking at the students around me, I felt much better.
"Yeah." I said with a smile.
Every time after someone dies in the class, I go outside to get some fresh air. After all, this is the only way to make me feel better.