Everyone has chosen the demon clan, who would still practice seriously?

Fang Cuishan left happily with the ice crystal mine.

Tiezhu was indignant: "So many ice crystal ore, it's really cheap for them."

"Things that seem to have no price actually have the highest price." Ren Yi smiled slightly, "Don't worry, my things are not that easy to take."

As soon as they walked back to the dormitory, Qin Shu caught up with them.

"Wait a minute, the teacher said that you will be the first group to participate in the blood donation ceremony the day after tomorrow, and you can take a day off tomorrow."

The blood donation ceremony refers to donating one's heart's blood to the president, and is the most important ceremony in the entire college.

Meng Hu was full of questions: "Letting us bleed is a reward?"

Qin Shu explained: "It is indeed a reward."

"The first group to donate blood usually only needs a little blood from their heart, because the total amount of blood donated each time is fixed, so the last group has to make up for the blood that the previous groups lacked."

“Many students will die because of this.”

Qin Shu forced a smile at Ren Yi, "Thanks to you, we were arranged in the second group."

That night, as usual, the room was sealed and the air was filled with fog.

Yun An tore through the void and gathered several people together, allowing Yun An and Tie Zhu to go out and explore further.

"This time, count the number of vengeful spirits carefully to see if there are more than seventy of them."

Dao Eryu smiled and added: "It's seventy-eight people."

After Yun'an and Tiezhu disappeared, Ren Yi looked at Meng Hu again:

"Is there anything unusual about Hu Chen today?"

"No, why does the young master care so much about him?"

"Because when he looked at me, the fear in his eyes was three points less." Ren Yi picked up the teacup on the table, "Such a person is either not afraid of death, or has found a way to end fear."

After waiting patiently for a while, Yun An and Tie Zhu came back.

"It's amazing. There are indeed many more vengeful spirits."

"Originally there were no vengeful spirits at the downhill section of our road, but now it's full of sleeping spirits." Tiezhu exclaimed in amazement.

Yun An was very curious: "How do you know there are more vengeful spirits?"

He put down his teacup and said, "Because there are more than seventy fewer new students today."

Dao Eryu: "It's seventy-eight people."

Yun An's pupils suddenly shrank: "You mean... all those new students who died have turned into vengeful spirits?"

The veins on Doyle Yu's forehead bulged, "Seventy-eight people died."

Tie Zhu screamed: "The living students go out to work for them and come back to donate blood for them, and the dead ones become their vengeful spirits. This is really making the best use of everything!"

As soon as Dao Eryu opened his mouth, Tie Zhu covered his mouth with his hand.

"What are you talking about? Does it matter whether it's seventy-seven or seventy-six?"

"You're such an obsessive-compulsive bastard!"

Dao Eryu couldn't bear it anymore and pulled his hand down.

"I told you it's seventy-eight! Seventy-eight! Not seventy-six or seventy-seven!"

Feeling helpless, he lowered his head and was about to pour another cup of tea.

But he found that the cups and teapot had been washed by Doyle Yu and placed on the triangular table.

Any: “…………”

Yun An looked at Ren Yi and said hesitantly, "There is one more thing. I saw Hu Chen."

Not long after he and Tiezhu went out, they saw Hu Chen quietly walking out from behind his dormitory.

"Tiezhu and I were about to follow him, but we found that he didn't go far at all. He just took the blood of a nearby vengeful spirit and immediately returned to the house."

Ren Yi raised an eyebrow, "Take blood? Those evil spirits don't react?"

"This is the strange thing. The ghosts were sleeping very deeply and there was no reaction at all."

I walked to the window and looked at the thick fog outside in a daze.

The next morning, as soon as the fog cleared, a group of people walked to Hu Chen's room.

Perhaps they knew that there was a magic circle at the door and no one could enter or leave at night, so the door was ajar.

He pushed the door open and walked in casually, scaring Jiang Ling who was sleeping on the bed.

"You...why are you here?"

He glanced around the room and turned to look at Hu Chen who was sleeping opposite Jiang Ling.

She narrowed her eyes slightly and uttered three words softly: "He's dead."

Jiang Ling was stunned, then rushed over to pull Hu Chen:

"Hu Chen! Hu Chen!"

With this pull, Hu Chen's body turned over, leaving only half of his body exposed.

Jiang Ling was so frightened that his face turned pale and he stepped back in a hurry.

"What the hell is going on?"

Dao Eryu went forward to investigate, then turned around and said, "He died last night, and his body must have been chopped into pieces by something."

Jiang Ling broke out in cold sweat:

"Impossible! I slept in this room last night. If something broke in, I would definitely wake up!"

"You can't wake up. Hu Chen must have cast a sleeping spell on you."

Ren Yi saw a round black mark under Hu Chen's mutilated neck.

"what is this?"

"This is the slave mark. It usually only appears when the teacher summons us, or when we die."

Jiang Ling looked at Ren Yi cautiously, "We were going to plant it for you, but you planted it on us."

"So now we are not only the school's slaves, but also your slaves."

Ren Yi turned around and looked at Jiang Ling.

"You sound very sorry."

Jiang Ling gritted his teeth and stepped back: "No, no."

Ren Yi stretched out a hand towards him: "Now I'll give you another chance, seed."

Jiang Ling: "You, you don't have to test me, I know I can't beat you..."

He narrowed his eyes, murderous intent emanating from him.

"kind!"