Sister live broadcast: Brother is a scumbag, he only knows how to rely on his parents

The air was silent for a moment, and the expressionless students holding knives around also stopped.

Everything seemed to be frozen.

Yang Guan, who had been nervous just now, finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the other students also raised their heads tentatively.

it's all over?

Why so suddenly?

Seeing others relaxing, Dai Mingxu's face became more and more solemn.

Because we encountered demonic energy this time, it means that some monsters must have escaped from the Mo Yuan Rift.

It is unlikely that they are real demons, because if they want to pass through the crack, they need to consume huge spatial pressure.

It can't be ignored.

While he was thinking about these things in his mind, Yang Guan had already come over with the group of students who had just stood up.

The girl who fell to the ground also followed behind.

"You are also a cultivator, right? It's great to meet you." Yang Guan was delighted.

If they hadn't followed the other people and accidentally drew the Qi into their bodies, they would not have been able to hold on until this moment.

"Your cultivation must be quite high, those moves just now were so cool!"

Several girls said excitedly.

Dai Mingxu watched all this, just nodded slightly, and was alert to his surroundings.

I just severed the connection between the man in the suit and the monster, but now nothing happened. It's really weird.

Compared to the people surrounding him, the other students in the cafeteria reacted later and most of them burst into tears.

After being controlled for such a long time, with either beatings or scolding, and having to worry about these people pulling me over and making me their puppets from time to time, I am exhausted both physically and mentally, and my soul seems to be drained out.

Standing at the highest point, Dai Mingxu saw a group of students rolling up their sleeves or lifting up their clothes, revealing purple bruises on their bodies.

Without long-term violence, it would be impossible to leave such dense marks.

"Do you have a cell phone? I must call the police. My parents don't believe me at all! The police will definitely believe us!"

A boy suddenly rushed in from outside. He stretched out his purple arms and grabbed Dai Mingxu's clothes, as if he had grabbed the only life-saving straw.

"It's useless." Yang Guan next to him suddenly said.

"I called the police when I ran away two months ago, but it was no use. No one paid any attention to us."

His voice was filled with sadness, and it was clear that the memory was also very painful.

"How is that possible? You must be lying!"

The boy was so excited that he accidentally bumped into the table next to him, triggering an old injury and suddenly showing a painful expression.

"They were all in the same gang. I had just called the police and told them my location. They were caught within two minutes. Otherwise, why do you think I came back?"

Yang Guan sneered.

This time the boy fell to the ground completely, at a loss.

"At least you still have parents. Most of us are orphans. Who will take care of us?"

Yang Guan murmured.

Just as these people were sad, the red protective shield in the sky became thicker, as if it could drip blood.

However, only Dai Mingxu could see this situation.

Among this group of students, only a few around Yang Guan could draw Qi into their bodies, and they did not know how to control the spiritual power in their bodies.

After seeing the images in the Tianji Stone, many people in the live broadcast room were speechless.

The purple wounds and the expressionless fruit knives, like the students standing there stiffly, hurt the eyes of these people.

[Is the management of Jiang City so weak? How could such a rubbish school exist for several years? How many students must have been harmed by this!]

[I remember that ten years ago, one of my aunts wanted to send her child to this school, but later the school was suddenly closed down and nothing happened.

At that time, my aunt regretted it for a long time, saying that her son was not good at studying, played games every day, and did not do his job properly. If he was sent to that school, he might be more well-behaved. Now it seems that I am so lucky, okay? 】

[The previous comment said that my cousin's child went to this school, and that child fell down and became a vegetable at school. I think there might be something fishy going on. Could he be made into a puppet like what was played by Tianji Stone? ]

[Hasn't Jiang City's management always been very strict? How could calling the police be useless? Could it be that some police officers were also made into puppets? Oh my god, it's terrifying to think about it! ]

[Don’t think too much about it. The school was closed down later, so it must have been taken over by the higher-ups. They didn’t make it public because they were afraid of causing panic. We don’t want to stir up public opinion.]

This sentence gradually calmed down many people.

Inside an ordinary hospital in Jiang City.

A woman with half-white hair sat beside the hospital bed, staring blankly at her son who had been sleeping in the bed.

My son has not woken up since he fell and became a vegetable at that technical college ten years ago.

She also thought about appealing, but the school was closed down not long after.

However, a large sum of money was suddenly transferred into the bank card, which was said to be compensation from the school to the child.

This amount of money is enough for her and her children to live their entire lives without having to work.

But what she wanted was not the money, but her son's return.

Why can a simple fall turn someone into a vegetable?

The woman also asked whether there had been any school bullying at the school and whether her child had been bullied there.

But there was no way to investigate because after the school was sealed off, it was under strict guard and no one could enter.

For the children from other families who were sent there, those parents were also very silent and unwilling to say anything.

They even left their original city with their children, reportedly to live in a new city.

She thought blankly about what had happened over the years, as if it had just happened when she was sending her children to school.

At this moment, the cell phone in my hand suddenly rang.

The woman thought it was the doctor calling her for something, but she didn't expect it was her cousin calling.

She forced a smile and answered the phone.

However, not long after her cousin spoke, she stood up in panic with an expression of disbelief on her face.

The woman hurriedly opened a live broadcast room called a real-life variety show and pressed many times before she clicked in.

She watched the images being played by the Tianji Stone with great nervousness, not wanting to miss anything.

In the picture, trickles of blood suddenly flowed from the sky, slowly gathering on the ground and forming blood-red puddles one after another.

A group of students were terrified and ran away screaming.

However, when they were halfway through their escape, they suddenly stopped again because the small puddles outside the cafeteria actually grew eyes, which scared them so much that they almost had a cardiac arrest.

"What the hell are these?" a girl yelled.

They had been in school for so long and although they had been abused, they had never seen such a scary thing.

These eyes squirmed little by little, and tentacles with red blood threads crawled over, causing another scream.

The few practitioners who were left outside were quickly entangled by these eyes, and their blood was sucked away bit by bit.

They were originally made into puppets with these eyes, and they did not put up any resistance at all. Instead, they smiled.

This situation made many students feel as if a hand was tightly grasping their necks, making it difficult for them to breathe.