Chapter 97: Sanitation Assault Guide (Part 3)
No. 5 soon couldn't cover her mouth anymore, and black blood spurted out of her mouth with each violent cough. She tried to take the amulet from her pocket with trembling hands, but only felt a handful of powder.
At the same time, No. 6 was in the same situation. Shocking black blood was dripping down his arm, and the situation seemed critical.
"I found it, I found it!"
No. 10 finally found a few black pills, and while holding back his tears, he stuffed the pills into the mouths of No. 5 and No. 6. His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't get the pills in the right place . Finally, he watched the two swallow the pills with blood before he took a deep breath.
Tang Xinjue and Jiang Lan, both roommates, immediately took out the treatment drugs, but they didn't dare to feed them rashly because they didn't know the specific situation. Fortunately, the two girls stopped coughing after a few seconds, and their pale faces regained a bit of color, temporarily saving their lives from the brink of death.
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"What on earth just happened?"
After helping the two injured girls to a dust-free place, they were finally able to ask this question.
For a moment, everyone even thought that the dust in the air was poisonous, but they quickly ruled out this possibility.
Everyone inhaled the dust, but only No. 5 and No. 6 were injured. There must be other reasons.
Although sister No. 5 is no longer coughing, she is too weak to speak. She can only raise her hands and let sister No. 10 roll up her sleeves to reveal her torn wrists.
The white wrists of the two men seemed to have been cut by some sharp blade, and the flesh and blood were turned inside out in the wound so deep that the bone could be seen.
Everyone recognized at a glance that this was the place where the red thread wrapped around the hand had caused the injury!
Number 10 also rolled up her sleeves. She had the same wound on her wrist, but it was not as deep as the other two. She said in a hoarse voice: "We have already removed the red thread, but it seems that something is still cutting the wound... It seems that our senses were blocked before, and we only felt the pain after the black liquid splashed on our bodies."
Everyone gasped.
They immediately checked the place where they were cut by the red line, but found that the wound was still a shallow red mark and had not undergone the same mutation as the three people in Dormitory No. 5.
At this time, No. 10's body swayed slightly twice, and he was about to slide down the wall. Zheng Wanqing, who was standing next to him, quickly caught him. She was afraid that she couldn't control the power of her fist and would hurt her, so she asked quickly, "Where did you put the medicine just now?"
No. 10 was gasping for breath: "The shield is broken. There are only two pills left. I just used them up..."
She did not cough like the other two, but blood kept flowing out of her nostrils and mouth. Her expression was twisted in pain, and she was twitching and pinching her neck, as if trying to prevent something from being vomited out.
After a moment, the girl's body suddenly bounced up, and she knelt on the ground in an almost completely folded position, and vomited with a "wow" sound.
The first two times it was red blood, but the rest turned completely into black liquid, and further back it was pieces of sticky unknown substance, as if they were sticky internal organs.
Tang Xinjue rushed forward and forcibly pulled her up to stop vomiting. As soon as his hand touched No. 10's cold body, his heart sank suddenly: the girl's ribs seemed to have been broken by something. The girl's broken internal organs were constantly squirming and twitching and rolling up.
At the critical moment, Jiang Lan found a golden ball the size of a fingernail, took out a red pill from it and stuffed it into No. 10's mouth.
After stuffing the things in her mouth, she finally had time to explain: "My medicine should be the same type as the one they just used. It can last for a while in critical situations."
Just as Jiang Lan said, No. 10's twitching body calmed down and he stopped vomiting bits of internal organs. After his pupils regained focus, he raised his head with difficulty to look at No. 5 and No. 6, as if he wanted to say something.
With the help of everyone, she finally spoke with difficulty, gesturing: "After I die, don't forget to give them my supernatural power... Then they will have a second one..."
Before he could finish the rest of his words, No. 10 held his wrist in pain and bent his back. Tang Xinjue quickly caught his hand and saw a flash of red shadow in the wound.
It's a red line!
Didn’t they remove the red thread on the 10th? How come there was still this thing in the wound?
As if in extreme pain, No. 10 thrashed around frantically, and Tang Xinjue and the others beside her soon discovered a problem: the wound on No. 10's hand was getting deeper and deeper. And this change seemed to be accompanied by No. 10's movements - the more violently she moved, the faster the wound worsened.
In contrast, the semi-conscious No. 5 and No. 6 did not move, and their wrist wounds showed almost no changes. After capturing this information, everyone immediately controlled No. 10's movements. Ke Ke opened her mouth and was about to use the Word Spirit, but was stopped by Tang Xin Jue.
Tang Xinjue nodded quickly and said, "Let me try."
She expanded the mental power surging in her mind, mobilized them to No. 10, and then spread them little by little.
Under the mental status column, the blue light belonging to [Mind Connection] gradually faded and turned light white again.
[Mind Control (Level 2): All influences exerted on the mind will eventually return to the mind. Influence on others is also the basis of control.]
In the eyes of others, No. 10 seemed to be suddenly comforted by something. The amplitude of his convulsions became smaller and smaller, and finally he fell into a coma.
In a place where only Tang Xinjue could see, she retracted her mental power, which was a little thin after consuming it all, and raised her eyes tiredly: "Help me control No. 5 and No. 6."
Their life-saving medicine can no longer last for another round, so they must ensure that the three of them can hold on as long as possible before they can find a way to rescue and treat them.
After the three mental influences ended, Tang Xinjue told everyone what he had just seen. They immediately carefully examined the wounds on the three wrists, and sure enough, they glimpsed traces of red lines at the deepest part.
"This thread is still moving!" Guo Guo exclaimed, enduring the creepy feeling of tingling scalp to remind everyone.
"Did the red thread get into their wounds?"
Jiang Lan came up with the most likely guess.
Tang Xin Jue shook his head: "No, the red thread they stored in their pockets has not decreased."
When evacuating from the men's dormitory, she memorized the number of red strings that everyone was carrying, including the three people in No. 5. Now she checked them one by one and found no discrepancies, so where did the red strings on the wrists of the three people come from?
Could it be...
An even more terrifying thought popped up in everyone's mind.
"Could it be that it grew out of the body?"
Five minutes later.
After eliminating all possibilities, they could only get one final answer:
The red line really grew out of the wounds of the three girls.
No. 7, the only one who was good at using a dagger to treat wounds, carefully picked up the flesh in their wounds and cut in the direction of the red lines. The deeper he cut, the more serious everyone's expressions became.
——No matter how horribly the flesh turned, not a drop of blood flowed out.
It seems that the bones and flesh that make up the arms have no blood vessels, and instead are replaced by... red lines.
A red line was picked out on the sharp tip of the knife .
But this was far from enough. As time went by, everyone could clearly feel the changes in the three girls' bodies becoming more and more obvious. Even the flesh on their wounds became dry and curly, and their vitality seemed to be continuously drained by some force until it was completely exhausted.
No. 7 put away the knife, "If I continue, her arm will be broken."
Her eyes were red and she spoke through gritted teeth.
No one could laugh.
The three companions who had just fought side by side were dying in front of them, and they were helpless.
After a moment, Tang Xin Jue spoke, breaking the silence:
"Keep smashing the wall."
As soon as the voice fell, she stood up, picked up the heavy hammer and began to destroy the wall. The paint on the wall soon fell into pieces, and cracks spread down, and black liquid appeared along with the cracks.
However, this time, before the black liquid could condense into a monster, Tang Xinjue had already swung the hammer again to completely break the wall, and a three-foot-freezing talisman was thrown down to seal the entire wall.
With a few heavy bangs, the frosty wall shattered into pieces, along with the black liquid that had frozen into icicles, which was divided into countless fragments that could not be put together.
Everyone reacted one after another: That’s right, now the only way to save No. 5 and others is to pass the level as quickly as possible!
Just when they mustered up the energy to continue, they saw Tang Xinjue squatting down, holding a piece of ice, melting the black liquid in his palm, and then sprinkling it on his wrist.
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The next second, Tang Xinjue wiped off the black liquid, and a wound nearly half a centimeter deep appeared on his wrist, which originally only had a shallow red mark!
"They didn't notice the wound in advance because their senses were paralyzed."
Tang Xinjue said coldly: " We are the same."
