Chapter 119 Dormitory Friendship League (XI)
Tang Xinjue was not surprised to be attacked.
The best time to use heads to clear the level in advance is at the beginning of the level. Many informants in the previous level are still adapting to the game, so they choose to hide and wait for the right environment to take action.
This level, however, provides such an environment at the very beginning.
The game forces everyone to appear on the balcony, and their attention is drawn to the one-minute task. In such a rush, it is difficult to even resist the attack, let alone identify the attacker.
Looking up, he saw two attack skills coming from the left and right directions respectively, one was a short and sharp ice cone, and the other was a black snake-like mist.
The former is obviously an indiscriminate group attack, while the latter is more targeted and faster.
Tang Xinjue did not dodge directly, but seemed to be completely unaware of the danger. He flipped his wrist and raised his cloak, and the black cloth rolled up an air flow out of thin air.
With an almost inaudible sound, the airflow collided head-on with the ice cone. The latter was "blown" off course and collided heavily with the black fog instead!
With a hissing sound, a burning smell instantly spread in the air.
"Heart Secret..."
Zheng Wanqing was about to open the window to help when she was pulled back. Zhang You signaled for silence: "Don't disturb her."
When he turned around again, Tang Xinjue withdrew his hand, and a corner of his cloak was already draped over the clothesline.
In front of her, two attacks stopped just outside the guardrail. The black fog was blocked, making a hissing sound like a small snake spitting out its tongue, but in a flash, the ice cone was eroded to only a small piece.
As if sensing that the target of the invasion was not right, the black fog paused for a moment, turning its tail and hissing to look for other scents. Just when it successfully found the target, a crisp snap of fingers sounded from Tang Xinjue's hands.
The black fog stagnated again.
The environment hadn't changed at all, but it could no longer detect the scent of its prey.
Tang Xin Jue was standing there at ease, but the black fog seemed to have lost its ability to sense things. But its command forced it to attack, so after a silent pause, it continued to bite the ice cone.
The ice cone completely melted, and the black mist was entangled in it and disappeared into the air.
At the same time, Tang Xinjue also put up the other corner of the cloak, and with a pull on both sides, the clothes were completely covered on the clothesline.
From beginning to end, from the outside, it seemed that she did nothing but put on her clothes smoothly.
[You have successfully put the clothes together, and the sun will soon dry them. You think you have accomplished your mission and are ready to return to the dormitory with satisfaction, but at this moment, you find...]
The mission reminder sound suddenly stopped in my ears.
Before he could think about it, Tang Xinjue heard screams coming from outside - the informer's indiscriminate attacks were falling like raindrops, accompanied by the overlapping sounds of doors and windows opening and closing, making the whole place chaotic.
"Is it over? It only took seven seconds!"
Guo Guo couldn't hide his excitement and slapped his thigh, but couldn't help grimacing because it hurt.
At this moment, a swish sound came from the other side of the balcony, causing everyone in room 606 to turn their heads.
The window of room 605 was opened, and the two girls came out timidly, with their heads down, without saying hello, and rushed directly to the clothesline to dry their cloaks. They also took a clothes-drying fork, but the cloaks soaked in the rain were very heavy, and they almost dropped the clothes-drying fork downstairs as soon as they put it up. The two girls were so scared that they quickly pulled off their cloaks and threw them onto the pole with their hands instead.
Tang Xinjue looked at them silently, then turned his gaze outside.
The ice cones just now were indeed a large-scale attack, and there was more than one informer who 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, some unlucky candidates are bound to be hit.
Just on the third floor opposite, a boy fell to the ground with his hands covering his chest and a cry, with a pool of bright red on his chest.
At least three skills rushed towards him at the same time. The boy opened his eyes wide and said, "What the hell are you doing here to steal the heads?!"
Before the attack landed on him, he dodged it by rolling on the ground, cursing as he crawled into the dormitory.
Of course the informer would not let go of this opportunity. There was a sudden sound of breaking air, and a huge ice cone as thick as an arm, shining with a cold light, stabbed straight over!
The boys clapped their hands and shouted, "Hero, help me!"
The shield came in response to the wind, blocking the ice cone's attack. Looking along the trajectory, the long-haired girl in 307 of Building B sat cross-legged on the guardrail with a cold face, and her cloak fluttered gently behind .
When she saw clearly the boys being chased, the long-haired girl was startled: "Why are you guys here again?"
In dormitory 606, Zheng Wanqing also asked: "Why are they here again?"
Although she had been immersed in thesis for many years and had developed a memory for words second only to Tang Xin Jue, she was half face-blind when it came to recognizing people. But even so, she recognized that the boy who was screaming in pain was the unlucky candidate in 303 who had raised the white flag to surrender when the competition just started, and whose companion was shot in the heart by an arrow from the informer.
At this moment, the unlucky boy was rolling on the ground. The shield blocked the ice cone, but failed to block the bugs that attacked from behind.
A spotted spider was pulled off the boy's arm and thrown away with a scream, and he quickly flashed into the dormitory using his hands and feet.
After about ten seconds, the game counted and another student died.
Everyone: ...This is too unlucky!
Tang Xinjue tapped lightly on the guardrail with her fingers. She patrolled outside 303 with a blank look. She observed for a moment and then looked away.
The scene was complex and exciting, and she could see it all from her perspective: the dormitory with psychic powers sent cautious ordinary candidates out to hang up clothes, and the same was true for the dormitory of the masked men. The boys who came out to hang up clothes were as pale as paper, and their hands were still shaking slightly.
Tang Xinjue saw that the boy had a silver bracelet with a cold aura hanging on his wrist.
The shield flew back quickly and was held in the hand of the long-haired girl with a thud. After failing to catch the person again, the girl jumped from the railing to the balcony with a cold face, and then she discovered the new boy next to her.
Perhaps remembering that a roommate had just died in this dormitory not long ago, her expression relaxed: "Do you need help?"
The boy's hands and feet froze, and his lips trembled as if he wanted to speak, but in the end he said nothing and hung up his cloak in silence.
The long-haired girl thought he was too cautious and afraid, so she stopped talking and turned around to push the window to go into the room.
"Wait! That..."
The boy who had finished the task suddenly called her. His face seemed to be even paler when he spoke. He glanced vaguely in the window, and even his voice was trembling: "I..."
"I'll fuck you if you go over the sky!!!"
A shout of shock and anger exploded from a distance, interrupting them.
The shouting came from the first floor at the bottom. A fat boy with dyed yellow hair half-knelt on the balcony, his hands covering his neck with bulging veins: "Fuck you, you cursed me? We are both informers, I didn't even do anything to you, you want to kill me? "
He stretched his hand upwards, and frost quickly condensed in his palm, turning into a huge icicle that seemed to shoot out, but failed.
After a few breaths, his eyes rolled back and he died. His body collapsed, revealing the curse pattern on his neck.
At the same moment, all the ice cones on the field disappeared without a trace, leaving only the system's fixed and cold reminder: a new candidate has died.
…
"The dead man was an informer, and the one who killed him was also an informer. Can an informer kill another informer?"
"So the informant who used the curse to kill people is called Yue Qiong. Does anyone know him? Can you find his location?"
"Why are you looking at me? My skill is just elementary fortune-telling. Just knowing his name is useless. Tell me his date of birth and I'll tell you."
The death of the informer in public caused an unprecedented stir.
But what is even more puzzling is why the curser chose to attack a candidate who was in the same camp and knew him? Was there a grudge between them?
“…I didn’t kill him.”
In dormitory 308, a boy wearing a black mask sat on a chair, pinching his brows with his fingers. His eyebrows, which were always curved like crescents, looked a little anxious: "I said I didn't kill him, don't you understand?"
The room was eerily quiet. A boy standing next to him whispered, "It's definitely not you who killed him. Pan Long was just stupid enough to make a mistake. As for the pattern, maybe other people have awakened the same ability... No, you must be unique, and they were exchanged..."
The more he spoke, the more confused he became. Cold sweat oozed out of his forehead. Seeing that Yue Qiong was about to look over, he quickly changed the subject: "Haozi is still standing outside! He, why hasn't he come in yet? Will the girl next to him find out?"
Yue Qiong's eyebrows moved suddenly, and he slowly lowered his fingers: "This IQ is not enough to find anything."
"But if it was someone else, if her IQ was high enough." The boy's eyebrows curved again: "...I seem to know how Pan Long died."
Ding Dong!
The sudden notification from the phone startled everyone. After seeing that the mission countdown had reached zero, the heated discussion stopped temporarily.
Everyone was eager to find the informer, but at the same time they were worried that someone might mess up the game at any time. Their nerves were so tense that even the sound of breathing could hardly be heard in the air.
However, after half a while, there was no change around, and the game did not give any clues for the next step, which made people feel a little at a loss.
After two consecutive interruptions, even the calmest person would find it hard to bear, let alone someone with a bad temper.
The long-haired girl standing at the door of 307 like a door god crossed her arms, her tongue pressed against her cheek, her eyebrows almost twisted into a knot, and noticed the boy in the next dormitory who was still standing there stupidly, and asked patiently: "What did you want to say just now?"
The boy came to his senses , his eyes fixed on her without any focus, maybe because of the sunlight, they seemed a little red.
However, before the long-haired girl could take a closer look, two knocks were heard from the balcony window of Room 308.
The two hits, neither light nor heavy, made the boy's body tremble violently. He quickly grabbed the bracelet on his right hand and walked back into the room without saying a word.
"Hey," the long-haired girl watched him go in, "You're not going to say anything?"
Bang. The only answer she got was the sound of the window closing.
Long-haired girl: “…”
She turned her head expressionlessly, feeling that the light outside was so stifling that she wanted to chop something to vent her heat.
Forget it, to hell with it, she shouldn’t have come out!
Just as she was about to turn around and walk back, the girl suddenly stopped moving, her hands holding the shield tightened, and her whole body was in a alert posture ready to attack.
Because she heard in her ears the voice of a young girl that definitely did not belong to the neighborhood.
The voice said, "Don't come into the house."
"There's something on the balcony."
