Kuai Chuan: The cold Lord God always acts like a spoiled brat to me

Late at night, heavy rain.

No.13 middle school.

It was supposed to be the time when all the boarding students returned to their dorms after school and fell asleep safely, but there was a rush of footsteps in the empty teaching building.

Da da da.

"We don't have much time left, and now there are fewer and fewer restrictions on ghosts. We must find the door to leave before Friday, otherwise we will stay here forever!"

"It's a fucking dungeon again. Have you gone mad with infinite horror recently? The dungeons are so difficult one after another. I think the player forums are about to crack in reality."

"I just want to live."

However, after entering infinite horror, there are only endless copies, life itself, illusory.

The supreme evil god numbs human beings and creates an evil world that belongs to him alone.

The light of the flashlight illuminated the deep and silent corridor, only the voices of a few people interspersed and sounded, which became the only voice in the strange teaching building at night.

There seems to be an echo at the end.

Repeat their words over and over again.

This is the fifth day they came to the dungeon in No.13, and there are only two days left before the survival period. There are only five players left in the dungeon of thirteen people, otherwise they would not take the risk of turning back from the dormitory to the teaching building .

They must find a life door, a door that can return to the real world.

Among all the places in No. [-] High School, they have never been to the principal's office.

"Who is that?!"

A terrified voice sounded.

Several people were startled, and the long-haired woman bit the bullet and took a flashlight to shine on it.

In the empty corridor, the white light of the flashlight extended all the way into the darkness.

A girl in school uniform was standing there with a blank face holding her textbook, her face was pale, her eyes were dark, and she was looking straight at them.

Gray suit, white shirt, pleated skirt.

The neckline is tied with a black bow, and the collarbone is looming.

It is a uniform for girls in private schools.

Wearing it on her body, the girl looks extremely thin, like a thin piece of paper, morbidly thin, youthful, dead, arousing people's desire to destroy.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

The eyes dazzled by the strong light of the flashlight did not blink, and the pupils were pure black and thick.

Time seems to be trapped in a certain cycle, and the same pantomime is constantly being performed, but no one notices the black humor in it.

The long-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief: "It's an npc, not that thing..." No one dared to mention that word, for fear of death and bad luck.

They all remembered this npc, an unremarkable girl in the class, who was also a clue person, who provided them with a lot of information and help along the way.

Why is she here?

I am afraid that both sides have such a question in their hearts.

However, the fear on the faces of several players dissipated slightly, and the original nervousness turned into contempt. No one cared about a small clue npc, just a cannon fodder for pathfinding.

But the other party will appear here, there should be clues, it may be related to Shengmen!

The girl walked towards them.

The small black leather shoes stepped on the floor tiles in the corridor without making a sound, and the white stockings wrapped her slender and white legs.

Pale as a doll.

The light from the flashlight fell on the school badge pinned to the upper left of her small gray suit.

Class [-], Grade [-]: Jiang Cha'an.

"It's past the time to go to bed, you shouldn't be here." The girl's voice was soft and hoarse, a little weird.

"I found that I left my textbooks here, come and look for them, and I'll be back in a while." The long-haired woman made an excuse.

"It's past the time to go to bed, and it's 22:25:00 now." The girl repeated again.

A strange smile appeared on her face.

"You can't go back."