Lethal Impulse

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Chapter 199, Civil Disorder

At this juncture of despair, a flash of light suddenly appeared in my mind. The **** of death may be beside us, but I didn't notice it.

I looked carefully at the death message on my phone. When I saw the number, I suddenly thought of a problem.

Since Grim Reaper sends us text messages, why don't we treat our human body with its own way?

Thinking of this, I hurriedly said: "Don't forward it to each other, since the message was sent by Bleach. Then return it to Bleach. Isn't that all right?"

My voice has just dropped, and the students who have awakened have sent text messages to Bleach one by one.

In a blink of an eye, one message after another was sent to Grim Reaper. And Bleach is also anxious at this time, it desperately sends text messages, but it can't reach so many of us. Soon, the Grim Reaper ate its fruit. It received countless death messages.

According to the rules, those who receive SMS from Bleach must forward it to others. Otherwise it will die. But so many of us forwarded her text messages together. There is no way for the **** of death to resist.

At this moment, a faint sigh suddenly sounded in our classroom, only then did we notice.

On the podium in the classroom, I didn't know when, there was an extra shadow. I am very familiar with this shadow, and turned out to be the head teacher. She took her phone and looked at us with a smile, her expression very gentle. When I saw this scene, I immediately understood.

It turns out that the head teacher is the **** of death in the class! She posted one text after another text of death, let us fall into civil strife. And she looked at it like this, our entire classroom collapsed.

It can be said that she is invisible and has put all of us in destiny. Then watched us kill each other.

The head teacher took the phone and looked at us, his voice muttered: "Yes, you won. Congratulations."

But when it comes to here, her original calm face becomes very cold. Her gaze looked at me, and she said abruptly: "Zhang Fan, I know I can't kill you. But this is not the end. You wait. Sooner or later, you will die in my hands. By then, the whole class, There will be no place for burial! "

"What do you know?" I stood up and looked at the head teacher in front of me.

The head teacher looked at me and suddenly said: "Undead spirit resentment will continue to spread, the number of deaths will increase numerous times, and you will all die by then!"

After saying this, her figure disappeared instantly.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, we won. After we sent all the death messages to the class teacher. As a grim reaper, she can't escape doom at this time. Killed by Death SMS.

But I know that she will not die. Because she is already in the midst of immortality. Will be resurrected again and again. This also means that we can never destroy her.

"It's over." I slumped on the ground with a helpless expression.

Chen Lanyu looked at me and said anxiously, "What exactly does the class teacher mean?"

"What do you mean? I don't know. But I know it will be very troublesome." I frowned and muttered to myself. Fright that couldn't be said on his face. The head teacher reminded me at all times. My time is running out.

"Don't be sad, everything will pass." Chen Lanyu said gently leaning his head on my shoulder.

I nodded, but my heart cast a shadow.

At the end of the game, everyone left the classroom one after another. The corpse on the ground was actually no one to clean up. Anyway, the police will pick it up soon. Now the police has become our corpse worker. It's also funny.

But this also reflects the terrible undead resentment, even the police are powerless. Our group of people is just struggling in vain.

After glancing at the body on the ground, I took Chen Lanyu's hand and turned and walked out of the classroom.

After every class death, I would go outside and breathe. After all, this is the only way to make me feel better.

Walking on the playground and looking at the students around, I feel much better.

Chen Lanyu looked at me with a calm voice: "Don't think too much, walk with me."

"I was thinking, the identity of the gatekeeper of the local government." I turned my head and looked at Chen Lanyu.

"Oh, then do you know who it is?" Chen Lanyu asked.

"Still no clue." I shook my head in distress.

Who knows that Chen Lanyu took my arm and then naughtyly said: "Since there is no, don't think about it."

"Uh." I said with a smile.

The two of us wandered on the playground, and a few hours passed in the blink of an eye. When we returned to the classroom, the corpse was already processed. There was no **** smell in the air.

It seems that the police have already been here and helped dispose of the body.

For this situation, I have been surprised. At first, we may hope that the police will rescue us. But along with the police station was also caught in undead resentment. We have rarely cared about such things.

For us now, being alive is the most important thing.

The squad leader came over, took my arm, and said solemnly, "Zhang Fan, I heard bad rumors."

"What's wrong?" I looked at him and asked.

"It seems that there is a dictator in Class One and Class Five, and he is ready to avenge us," said the class leader.

"Even if they want revenge, they shouldn't be looking for us. Are they crazy?" I murmured, my eyes puzzled.

"Anyway, the situation is very troublesome now. Classes 1 and 5 may act at any time. We have to be prepared," said the squad leader.

"Okay, let everyone not act alone. I'll see what happened to the first five classes." I muttered to myself, with an indifferent expression.

Who knows that in the afternoon, the tragedy still happened.

A student in the fourth grade of high school was beaten to death by the people in the first five grades of high school.

The student was a boy and died in the corridor. He was suddenly assaulted by students in Grade One and Grade Five. Hit the point directly. The result was directly killed alive. The scene was terrible.

When we arrived, the people in Class One and Class Five had left. Only one body was left on the ground.

I looked at the body, my face full of self-deprecation and anger.

"What time is it, everyone doesn't know how to unite together. Instead, they must fight each other. It's abominable." I gritted my teeth.

"Who said no, the first five grades are too much." The monitor said.

"Yes, we have to talk to the first five classes of high school." I said.

"Who is sent to talk?" The squad leader asked.

"You go." I said.

"Okay, I'll talk to them in the past. I don't believe how they dare treat me." The monitor said confidently.