Chapter 133 Dormitory Friendship League (Twenty-Five)
The dull sound of the blade piercing flesh was like a death knell to the ears of the terrified crowd.
That’s right…the rules only stipulate that “candidates” cannot attack each other, but never stipulate that suicide is not allowed!
But which normal person would commit suicide to pit the other side? Who could have thought of this? Even if they saw with their own eyes that the boy behind Yue Qiong stabbed himself, there were still people who didn't believe their eyes.
"suicide?"
The shield girl knelt on one knee in the blood left by Ma Xiaobo, and looked up with a sneer: "They are being controlled."
A word woke everyone up from their dream. When everyone looked carefully, they found that the boy who stabbed the knife into the chest had a slight tremor in his hand. He looked like he was struggling with fear, but his face was dull and expressionless, and even his pupils were dull and dilated.
Could it be that Yue Qiong is also a psychic? !
No, if using mental power to control others is not considered harm, then the mental power master of 606 can directly solve Yue Qiong. But the opponent did not make a move now, which means that Yue Qiong used another method to exploit the loophole in the rules.
Those who have survived to this day are not fools, and the candidates immediately had the answer in their minds.
What if 308's roommates, who were like puppets, had already been controlled by Yue Qiong before the game started?
So how terrifying is this kind of control? Can it make a person commit suicide immediately with just a thought, like now?
But compared to Yue Qiong's perversion and cruelty, they were more desperate about their own situation.
The "suicidal" boy had already pulled out his knife. Blood gushed out of the wound like a fountain, located right on his heart. It was clear at a glance that he was doomed. Even the most powerful healing item was useless; the 100th death was a foregone conclusion.
They seemed to have heard the failure prompt of the game.
Yue Qiong's smile became more obvious under the mask.
"I haven't had enough fun yet, but bye."
He also closed his eyes, welcoming the end of everything.
One second passed.
Two seconds passed.
The expected mechanical verdict did not sound, and there was still silence all around.
No... Yue Qiong suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at Wang Pen who had just "committed suicide".
Wang Pen still maintained the same posture, with blood remaining from the sharp blade dripping down, but instead of dying, his breathing seemed to be even steadier.
Yue Qiong: “???”
Other candidates: “???”
Yue Qiong's eyes widened in surprise when he saw a cluster of white light emerging from the opponent's wound.
The shocking wound stopped bleeding immediately when it came into contact with the soft halo of light. The broken muscle tissue and blood vessels sprouted and grew again in an instant, just like dry land encountering rain.
Healing technique!
Yue Qiong's face instantly turned extremely cold, and he rushed forward to stop the treatment. However, the healing light ball also shone brightly at the same time, which made him close his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the horrible wound on Wang Pen's chest had disappeared without a trace.
——The treatment just now brought Wang Pen back from the brink of death!
How is it possible... Yue Qiong bit his teeth and said, "According to the rules, candidates are not allowed to..."
"Don't worry, I don't have any stupid idea of breaking the rules, it's just--"
A young and gentle male voice came from far behind, and the tone imitated Yue Qiong's previous mockery:
"If it's pure treatment, it shouldn't be affected by the rules of the game, right?"
Yue Qiong looked over suddenly and saw the source of the voice standing on the balcony of the opposite building 303. A tall, thin, fair-skinned boy with slightly curly black hair was leaning on the guardrail leisurely, looking at this side with a faint smile.
The remaining halo of the healing light ball surrounded his palm, making his already fair skin even more transparent, as if a layer of holy light was covering his body. There was no sense of oppression, but it was equally frightening.
This is a power that only healing psychics can possess!
The boy even nodded at him and said with a smile: "Student Yue, life and death are not up to you."
Yue Qiong: “…”
Coming from a pastor, these words were not hurtful but extremely insulting.
He remembered this boy, the strongest one in the scheming dorm who had repeatedly faked his own death and even blamed him for killing the informer. He also thought that based on the number of candidates in this competition, there should be a healing ability.
But he didn't expect that the healing psychic would be so strong that he could even prevent people from dying when he used his ultimate move.
What the hell is this logic?
In other words, is it the power of the superpower itself... or is it the human?
The mask couldn't hide Yue Qiong's ugly expression, but he quickly realized that this would only make people laugh at him, so he forced himself to restrain his expression. His eyes curved again, but there was no smile in them.
"Sure. But I'm also curious, what's the maximum limit of how many healing abilities can be used, and how many times can you save them?"
He snapped his fingers again, and Wang Pen, who had just escaped death, had to pick up the knife again tremblingly and pointed it at his heart.
He could have just ordered the puppet to jump off the building, and no matter how powerful the other party's healing skills were, it would have been useless. But the slap in the face and the ridicule he had just received had left him feeling angry, and he simply wanted to use the most brutal means to consume the other party's superpowers and mentality.
It would be best if the other party could watch the treatment target die in despair.
The sound of a finger snap rang out in the air, but this time, Yue Qiong didn't hear any movement behind him.
His heart skipped a beat and he turned around immediately.
Wang Pen and Li Xiang, who had been standing quietly on both sides behind him, rolled their eyes for some reason and their bodies shook irregularly. No matter how he controlled them, they did not respond.
Oops!
Yue Qiong guessed what was going on : "It's you again!"
A clear female voice came from above his head, and this time he knew whose voice it was without even looking.
Besides the one from 606...who else could it be?
On the top balcony, Tang Xinjue was also leaning on the railing.
Yue Qiong couldn't see her, but she could see everything clearly.
Faced with the questioning, she smiled and said exactly the same thing as the boy from the 303 Therapy Department:
"Classmate, life and death are not in our control."
The people watching the whole process: ...Shit.
They were even more shocked than Yue Qiong. Especially under the strong impact of anger and despair, their minds went blank for several seconds, and only now did they realize that -
This is equivalent to having both healing and psychiatric masters to assist in controlling the situation. Are you still afraid of people committing suicide?
The phrase "Life and death are not determined by man" can be translated as:
Is this a place where you can live if you want and die if you want?
Although it seems extremely unreasonable on the literal level, in the face of absolute strength, the bandit logic is irrefutable.
Yue Qiong was so angry that he laughed.
At this moment, even with his shamelessness, he couldn't help but break his defense, blurting out sinisterly: "It turns out that mental power can also transcend the rules. I didn't expect this."
Tang Xin Jue shook his head: "I didn't attack them. I just thought they were too nervous , so I tried to comfort them."
After saying that, she stretched out her hand and pointed in the air. Wang Pen and Li Xiang's eyes rolled back and they fainted completely.
Yue Qiong's so-called suicide order was originally a mental suppression imposed on the two boys. It was not considered a violation of the rules of the game unless the two could complete it independently.
On the contrary, as long as the two boys' spiritual power is enhanced, which causes conflicts with orders and chaos, when the two men fall into coma and lose the ability to move, Yue Qiong's methods will collapse and disappear.
As the two men fell to the ground, Yue Qiong stood there without saying a word, and the other candidates were also silent.
They hadn't even reacted yet. What exactly happened in these few tens of seconds?
A healing psychic suddenly appeared, and the suicidal boy was saved from death. He was then knocked unconscious by the psychic master 606, completely losing the possibility of suicide.
This wave of attacks was so overwhelming that the game didn't even send out a death notification, so... are they safe now?
Looking at Yue Qiong's gloomy aura, everyone looked at the balconies of 303 and 606, unable to describe the turbulent emotions in their hearts.
It was simply like riding a real-life roller coaster, experiencing the danger of the seat belt being on the verge of breaking at the highest point, and then being notified that you had won a five million lottery ticket after surviving the danger, which was as exciting!
"Of course, you still have one last method that can also make us fail."
Tang Xin Jue's voice suddenly rang out, and the candidate who had just put his mind at ease suddenly felt a pang in his temples, and his heart was lifted again.
Yue Qiong raised his head and heard the girl's gentle voice:
"Since you can't let others die, then it should be okay for you to die yourself, right?"
Yue Qiong: “…”
