My Iyashikei Game

Teacher Wang Chuqing didn't like seeing Han Fei very much. To be precise, everyone in the school didn't like Han Fei. When everyone saw Han Fei appearing at the back door of their class, they all frowned, but they were embarrassed to talk to "the dying person" General knowledge. Han Fei also took advantage of everyone's mentality and scoured other teachers' classes. There are a total of eight classes in the school. The teacher of class six, Xu Hui, was killed, and the teacher of class four was seriously injured in one eye. Apart from these two, Han Fei was most concerned about the person in charge of class two—Yingying. flame. This teacher seems to have dual personalities, one is hidden in the shadows, the other is ardent like a flame. He and Gao Cheng are two extremes. They are very popular in the school. It is said that the principal also admires him and has always cultivated him as his successor. Han Fei stayed outside the second class for the longest time. When Teacher Yingyan found Han Fei, not only did he not drive him away, but he smiled at him and signaled that he could come in and listen. Even though Han Fei was very thick-skinned, he was too embarrassed to enter the room, so he left after observing for a while. In order not to affect the students in his class, Han Fei walked around the school with his small bench, trying to find out all the secrets hidden in the school. The day passed quickly. When it was getting dark, a black modified car drove into the campus. Director Ya urgently summoned all the teachers to the meeting room of the office building. The seriously injured team leader of the fourth class was also brought over by the doctor in the infirmary. In order to prevent the spread of the curse, he paid the price of both legs and an arm to escape from the black building. Among the seven teachers still alive, except for Han Fei, he is now the weakest. After everyone was seated, they all stared at the empty chair at the end of the conference room, which belonged to the principal. A gloomy aura spread through the office building, no footsteps were heard, but the door of the conference room was suddenly pushed open. A middle-aged man whose left face was bitten and disfigured entered the house. He had many stinking wounds on his body, like a mouth that would never close. "Principal, have you determined the location and route of this assessment?" Director Ya got up and helped the principal open the chair. In addition to respect, he looked at the principal with deep fear. "It has been confirmed, ready to draw lots." When the principal spoke, his mouth seemed to be torn. The wounds on his body and the corners of his lips were sewn up with needles and threads. Without those needles and threads, his appearance might be even more ugly and scary. Taking off his black top hat, the principal sat on the seat in the center of the conference room. He took out eight identical envelopes from his suitcase: "There is a small problem in this assessment..." "You mean six Has Xu Hui, the class leader, been killed?" Director Ya hurriedly said: "I have already arranged for someone to investigate, and the results will be available in a week at the latest." "It has nothing to do with him." The principal shook his head, and he put the eight letters on the Enter a black box, and put the box on the table in the conference room: "There are two classes going to the black building for this assessment." "Two classes?!" Not to mention the students, even the teacher might not be able to come out alive after entering. The person in charge of Class 4 knows this best from one eye. "I've worked hard to help you win, but it's a pity..." The principal pointed to the black box: "Let's start pumping, you at least have a choice." The teachers looked at each other, and no one passed. This simple lottery directly determines the life and death of a class of students and themselves, of course, they must be extremely cautious. "What are you waiting for?" The principal's tone was gloomy, he didn't like those who defied his words. "Hey, I'll come first." One eye seemed to be broken, so he asked the doctor to carry him to the black box and stretched out the only remaining arm: "There are only five children in my class, if I won the black building, and there may be another class to come in with me." The assessment is about everyone's fate, and even the fearless Yan Lan is nervous, she is not afraid of death, but she does not want the children in her class Sent to the Black House for sacrifice. Glancing at the crowd, one eye found out

A letter, which he opened in front of everyone, contained a blood-red bamboo stick. "Red blood! It's the Red Mansion!" One eye let out a long sigh of relief. He slumped on the doctor's back, as if he was glad that he could finally live longer. After putting away the red bamboo sticks, a smile finally appeared on his one-eyed face: "I'm sorry, everyone, I robbed you of a place in the Red Building." "There are also very dangerous places in the Red Building, so don't be too happy too soon." Ma Jing He replied lukewarmly, his eyes were terrifying, and the muscles on his arms bulged unconsciously because of the tension. "Don't be noisy, the lottery will end before dark." The principal has been observing the teachers in the conference room to see the expressions of each of them as they draw lots. Gloomy eyes swept across the faces, and the principal finally stared at Han Fei. The Gao Cheng in front of him seemed to be different from before, but he couldn't tell which aspects were different. "I'll be the second." Yingyan stood up, he was very calm, but his slightly beating pupils still revealed his inner unease, you must know that the black building is synonymous with death. Reaching into the black box that can isolate perception, Yingyan took out a letter, he opened it, and there was also a red bamboo stick inside. "Chenxing Kindergarten in District B? It's a low level of difficulty in the Red Building." Yingyan looked at the words on the red bamboo stick, silently put it away, and returned to her seat. Two of the remaining six letters were signed by black, and the teacher who had not yet drawn lots looked solemn, and did not dare to act rashly. Seeing that no one moved for a long time, Han Fei stood up from his seat, but before he could draw it, Wang Chuqing, who was closer to the black box, left the chair. The teacher struggled for a long time, and finally went to draw the envelope that determined his fate. . Putting his slightly cold hand into the black box, all perception and external means were useless. He stayed for a long time and slowly took out a letter. From the outside, this letter is no different from other letters. The slightly trembling fingers tore open the envelope, and a pure black bamboo stick fell on the conference table. The small bamboo stick was filled with vicious words, and the terrifying curse breath was released instantly after leaving the envelope. "Black Building in District C - Xinhu No. 3 Divine Hospital!" The scar on Wang Chuqing's face began to twist. He didn't even have the strength to pick up bamboo sticks. are extremely dangerous! "Take your bamboo skewer and go back to your seat." The principal hated Wang Chuqing, her words carried

Undisguised disgust: "Think about yourself why you stayed here as a teacher in the first place, and then look at what you look like now!" Slowly bowing her head, Wang Chuqing picked up the black bamboo stick and returned to her seat without saying a word , the blue veins burst out on his arm holding the bamboo stick, and the power of personality was triggered unconsciously. The other teachers were both happy and worried when they saw Wang Chuqing being drawn to the black building, because this year was different from the past, and there was a black bamboo stick in the remaining bamboo sticks. Compared with the teacher, Han Fei seemed much more relaxed. He didn't hesitate any longer, walked to the black box, and took out a letter casually. Everyone stared at Han Fei and watched him tear the envelope a little bit with wide eyes. The pure white bamboo stick fell on the table, and Han Fei was also a little surprised. He was always very lucky in the memory world of the shrine. The good luck blessing Fu Yi gave him at the beginning seems to be rooted in his soul, and it can take effect in all shrine memory worlds. "The White Building in District C - Good Friends Supermarket." They are also in District C, but Han Fei and Wang Chuqing's choices are like heaven and hell. Holding the white bamboo stick, Han Fei felt his cheeks burning hot. The eyes of the teachers focused on him like knives, and there was even a trace of killing intent in Teacher Wang Chuqing's eyes. "Director Crow, can the results of this lottery be exchanged?" "No, go back and sit down." The principal tapped on the table, and he stared at Han Fei a few more times: "Gao Cheng, what's your god pollution value now?" Thirty-nine, principal, I urgently need ghost blood now, if you have it, I can exchange it with you at any price." Han Fei has master-level acting skills, all

Actions and expressions are all at your fingertips. "God pollution will only turn you into a lunatic, but using too much ghost blood will directly kill you." The principal ignored Han Fei and looked at the next teacher. The lottery is still going on, and each letter is an invitation from the ghost, and it cannot be changed once it is opened. A few minutes passed, the lottery ended, and the last black lottery was drawn by Ma Jing, the head of the third shift. "The lottery is over. In the next two days, you will start training students in targeted training classes to maximize the probability of survival." The principal put on his hat and looked at the teacher in the house coldly: "Don't do small tricks. , I don't want any problems before the assessment." Carrying the box, the principal walked out of the conference room, and the temperature in the room gradually returned to normal. "Bang!" Ma Jing, who couldn't bear it, slammed his fist on the conference table, screaming from the glasses he was wearing, and the figures of two hanged students appeared on the glasses: "One-quarter probability? Maybe you won the black building?" "Mr. Xu Hui was killed, I will lead the sixth class, you go back and prepare, and the meeting is over." Director Ya left with the red ticket of class six, and there are only a few teachers left in the room. exist. "Actually, I really want to use this bamboo stick to trade with you, but the principal doesn't allow it in the school." Han Fei leaned on the chair, and the white stick was flexibly rotating at his fingertips. Did a deal with him. "Yeah, you're going to die anyway, how can you let the people who don't need it the most get the most useful things." Wang Chuqing's face was very bad, and he was not in the mood to joke. "We are all in District C, I can help you when the time comes." Han Fei put the white sign in his pocket and returned to Class 7 "weak". "Everyone, be quiet." Han Fei put the white sign on the table and explained to everyone what had just happened. After everyone knew about it, Han Fei walked to the second student's seat: "What do you think now can help us get the most benefit?" "It doesn't matter whether it is a white or a black one, our biggest enemy now is not the black building. , but the school." No. 2 sat in his seat, looking like a good student, but what he said was quite cruel: "I suggest that you exchange a white ticket for something that you can't exchange at all. For example, people’s hearts and prestige.” “Then who do you think is better to start with?” “The ones who need the most free sign now are Mr. Wang and Mr. Ma, but they have completely different personalities. After Mr. Ma exceeds the psychological price, it is estimated that he will choose to kill. I have you, so Teacher Wang is more reliable." No. 2 closed the textbook on the table: "Teacher, you know very well what to do, you don't need to ask me. If you want to use this to draw us closer There is no need for the relationship between the two. Trust is not something you can get by pulling a relationship." "Yes, how can you be like a child, showing off your achievements after a little." You got this grade by luck." "You brats, sooner or later, I want you to call me teacher obediently." Han Fei wasn't angry either, he could clearly feel through the dialogue that those children no longer resisted him before. Now, the cold and decadent No. 4 took the initiative to talk to him. After class early, Han Fei returned to his apartment. He waited until it was getting dark, took out his backpack and left the school. Tonight, he will go to the Red Mansions to find the blood of ghosts, and completely exorcise the contamination of the gods. "Wang Chuqing told me where the ghost blood is. If I expected it right, he should go to eat and squat me tonight." Going out at night is a very dangerous thing. Han Fei put on a peaked cap and was distracted. Move quickly in the alley. After the disaster, Xinhu was re-divided into 12 districts, the most dangerous of which was District A, where there were a large number of black, treacherous and forbidden buildings, and they were far from the school. It took more than two hours for Han Fei to successfully enter Area A. There was no trace of human life here, and it was an area completely occupied by ghosts. "The deep world? Is this the result of fusion?" Just to get here

Han Fei has already used the coin of destiny twice, and now his God pollution index has increased to thirty-two. "Shadows began to appear in my sight again, I'll go there as soon as possible." Han Fei put away the map and looked at the block in the distance. High-rise buildings are woven into human cages, and what flashes in the dark night is no longer neon, but ghosts and eyes of unknown existence.