When the beauty of cultivation enters the infinite live broadcast

"So how did this folding fan kill people?"

Lian Wu didn't quite understand this. There was no sharp part on the folding fan. Could it be that he was hit on the head and died? Could it be that the oxygen around him was fanned away, causing him to suffocate to death?

Every idea was outrageous, and Lian Wu couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows with a headache.

The person who killed the figure was probably the boy who was with Bai Yuanyuan.

After asking the questions, Feng Ling rubbed his knees which were sore from squatting and stood up.

"These days, even a broken fan can kill people."

Feng Ling didn't mind at all that the fan was a murder weapon. He opened the fan smoothly and turned it in his hand, having a lot of fun.

When you have had enough fun, put the fan away, hold it in your right hand, and pat the palm of your left hand from time to time.

Lian Wu didn't care what Feng Ling did, as long as the fan wasn't broken.

When they turned around, the figure disappeared. But unlike yesterday, the cold wind outside did not stop, but the moonlight began to dim, and before they knew it, the whole classroom was plunged into darkness.

The sound of the wind blowing is like a low whimper, as if the wronged souls of the past are telling their grievances and crying about their tragic experiences.

In the classroom, Lian Wu and Feng Ling could clearly hear each other's footsteps.

In the enclosed space, they could hear their own heartbeats with remarkable clarity. In the oppressive atmosphere, Lian Wu felt a cold and sinister gaze fixed upon him.

With a crackling sound, the flashlights in the hands of the two people dimmed. Feng Ling tapped the flashlight twice, but there was no response.

In a dark space, other senses become extra sensitive, and any movement can attract their attention.

The computer that had been powered off suddenly lit up, the screen turned into a snow screen, and the light from the screen illuminated the faces of the two people.

Under the cold light, their faces appear pale, and if you look at them for a long time, you will feel a sense of horror.

A long sword appeared in Lian Wu's hand, Feng Ling's muscles were tensed, and his right hand was placed on the back of a chair beside him, ready to lift the chair at any time.

The crackling sound of electricity was endless, and the tingling sensation from the ears to the brain made the two of them feel a little irritated.

The sound became louder and louder, and there were faint voices mixed in with the sound of electricity, like many people whispering.

"Zi...you..."

Lian Wu forced himself to calm down and discern the words amidst the sound of the electric current. The long sword in his hand had already stabbed into the chair, and the veins on his wrist bulged.

Feng Ling was not in a much better state. If he didn't want to know what was being said, he would have gone up and smashed the computer.

After listening for a while, the human voice disappeared and the sound of electricity gradually subsided.

But the two did not dare to relax. It made no sense for the copy to suddenly torture them and then give them an unclear statement.

I guess he's planning something bad to come.

Sure enough, when the sound of the electric current gradually faded away, a sudden explosion sounded in their minds, and a sharp female voice seemed to pierce their eardrums.

The sound was like a scream, maddening.

Lian Wu didn't intend to endure it any longer, so he kicked away the table and chair in front of him and slashed at the computer with his sword.

Feng Ling also picked up a chair and smashed it against the computer. Cracks appeared on the computer screen instantly, but the snow screen was still there.

A black and white pixelated ghost face appeared on the screen, its mouth wide open and screaming.

Every time Lian Wu slashed with his sword, the ghost's face would twist for a moment, and then let out an even more tragic scream.

The screen seemed to be distorted, and the ghost face struggled to get out, but was stabbed in the face by Lianwu. He screamed and then shrank back.

[Are new players nowadays so violent when clearing dungeons?]

[Hmm... this might be a special case.]

[Correction: These are the two, but Feng Ling feels a bit more violent.]

[This is clearly one person being ignorant and fearless, while the other is being permissive!]

The sound gradually stopped until the entire screen was shattered and the ghost face could no longer form a complete face.

Guilian never thought that he would meet two such players on his first day at work.

The figure who had hidden himself could not help but tremble when he saw this scene. He mourned in his heart for his colleague who was of a higher rank than himself, and was glad that he did not have a deposited entity and did not have to suffer such inhuman torture.

Finally, the computer screen went completely dark, the flashlight in Lian Wu's hand also lit up, and Feng Ling's was broken by himself.

Lian Wu reluctantly bought another one for Feng Ling.

The flashlight shone on the computer, and the computer was intact, with no signs of damage at all.

The clock was still ticking slowly, footsteps were heard in the corridor, and the patrolling teacher walked back to the third floor again.

Now it's different from before. They have to be extra careful so as not to make too much noise and attract the patrolling teachers.

In fact, this classroom has been almost turned upside down by them. They originally came here just to see people tonight, but they didn't expect that an unexpected incident would happen.

Lian Wu took out the hourglass and waited quietly for 15 minutes to pass.

As the sand leaks out bit by bit, it seems to commemorate the passing time.

Lian Wu doesn't like overly sad atmospheres, but when the moonlight shines on the hourglass, casting long shadows, and the crystal sand emits light in the moonlight, it inexplicably evokes his sad emotions.

The secret realm is always bright at night, and the white snow reflects the moonlight. Lianwu can walk around in the snow at night without relying on any lighting items.

Instead of seeing all kinds of ghosts and monsters in one dungeon, although this is also quite interesting, Lianwu still misses the leisurely life.

When the last grain of sand fell, the patrolling teacher had already walked up to the fourth floor. Lian Wu and Feng Ling opened the back door of 304 and walked through the teachers' office with their backs bent.

At the end of the corridor is the teachers' private toilet, which no students are allowed to use.

Feng Ling scoffed at this. The student toilets were small and shabby, but the teacher's toilets had their own dedicated area.

But when they broke into the bathroom, they found that it was completely different from what they expected.

They originally thought that this place would be very neat and clean, at least not as dirty and messy as the student toilets.

The result surprised them. This place was even more dilapidated than the student toilet. It looked like no one had used it for a long time. Even the gender sign at the door was no longer visible.

The light in the toilet was dim, the tiles on the wall had long lost their original color, the walls were leaking everywhere, water was flowing down through the cracks, and green algae were growing in the cracks.

A row of rusty faucets, due to years of disrepair, could no longer be tightened, and water was dripping, creating an echo in the toilet.

The whole toilet was very damp, moss grew in the cracks in the corners of the wall, flies were flying everywhere, and there was a foul smell.

Lian Wu felt that the ground was very sticky, and the layer on top was not just water, but smelly water formed by something rotting.

The door of the toilet cubicle was already in tatters and was only barely ajar. In fact, the screws at the connection had already loosened, and the entire door could be removed with a slight push.

Feng Ling pinched his nose with one hand and swatted away flies with the other. This place was filthy and out of place in the entire teaching building.

Lian Wu walked to the sink. The mirror in the previous copy had left such a deep impression on him that he subconsciously observed it.

The mirror surface had already cracked, and Lian Wu's face was shattered in the mirror. The whole picture was distorted, and the mirror was covered with many stains.

Lian Wu couldn't help but say, "It's so dirty."

Feng Ling agreed, "Indeed. These teachers don't even use the restroom? How long would it take for it to be so dirty without anyone using it?"

It's just dirty, which would be fine if you didn't touch it, but there is a bad smell everywhere, and the smell lingers at the tip of your nose and can't be shaken off.

Lianwu remembered the selfie stick that Huameng took out in the public classroom, so she bought the same one in the mall to avoid direct contact with the stains.

He pushed the door open with a selfie stick, and the door fell down under the weight. Fortunately, it did not fall into the compartment, but fell in the direction of Lianwu.

Feng Ling quickly grabbed Lian Wu's wrist to prevent him from being hit.

Even though Lian Wu could have dodged it without that pull, Feng Ling's swift action still made Lian Wu feel a little good about him. He always admired people who could help their companions in critical moments.

The compartment was empty and smelled foul.

There was a large black mass of unidentified objects in the squat toilet, with white maggots wriggling on it, and flies around it making noisy sounds.

The audience in the live broadcast room couldn't help but feel nauseous after watching it, and they all turned on the blocking function.

[I can’t take it anymore. I’m going to puke if I see this. It’s so disgusting!]

[I can smell it even through the screen. I'm really going to throw up!]

[My brother said it looked like white rice, and I was eating white rice! (;′??Д??`)]

[Your brother has a really strong taste. I suggest you just throw him into the dungeon and make him clean the toilet.]

Lian Wu's face turned pale from the smell. Even though he had lived for so many years, this was the first time he had seen such a blatantly disgusting scene.

Feng Ling ran to the sink and vomited up everything he had eaten that night. He felt like his throat was on fire, as if he had vomited up all the stomach acid.

Lian Wu held out the handkerchief considerately. He had seen a bundle of handkerchiefs on sale in the store, so he bought them directly and used them as disposable ones.

In the first compartment, there was nothing but this disgusting scene. The walls were covered in sticky stains, and there were several large dark green flies crawling on them, which were even more disgusting than those small black flies.

Then, Lian Wu used the selfie stick to push open the door to the second compartment. This door didn't fall down, but it made a creaking sound as it turned.

The second compartment was relatively tidy, at least without that pile of unidentified objects. However, there were many words scribbled on the wall with pen and lipstick.

It was nothing more than some swear words and curses. What Lian Wu couldn't understand was why someone would write a string of numbers on it.

Feng Ling knew what those strings of numbers meant. They were clearly the phone numbers for those small advertisements. Some were for making fake certificates, some were the contact numbers for shady clinics, some were the contact numbers for prostitution dens, and there was even a number for loan applications.

A sentence in the corner of the wall attracted Lianwu's attention.

There was a dot at the end of that sentence, and the handwriting was exactly the same as the words I saw in the classroom at that time. Even the writing habits were the same. It was obvious that it was done by the same person.

At that time, he was still wondering which student did it, but now it seems that it might be a teacher.

The green plastic trash can next to it was empty and covered with a layer of black stains.

The door to the third compartment had long since disappeared, and the trash can was overturned on the ground, with a pile of paper balls with yellow stains scattered on the ground.

Feng Ling reached out and took the selfie stick from Lian Wu's hand, and pushed the paper ball aside with it.

Lian Wu just glanced at him, said nothing, and continued to observe the compartment.

The sewer in this compartment was blocked, and the squat toilet was filled with yellow-brown feces.

Lian Wu guessed that the fallen paper balls had blocked the sewer.

There were a few wriggling maggots floating on the yellow-brown sewage. The stench in this room was even more obvious than the first one. Feng Ling was so irritated that he couldn't help but vomit again.

He had just vomited out all the food, and now he could only spit out water. He felt like his stomach was cramping.

Lian Wu's face was pale now. The stench went straight to his head. It wasn't so strong when he first entered the toilet, but after opening three cubicles in succession, Lian Wu felt that his sense of smell was almost ruined.

The last compartment was still waiting for them, and the door of that compartment was relatively intact.

The moment Feng Ling pushed the door open, a pale ghost face appeared in front of them.

The ghost's face had loose hair and a bloody mouth with the corners of the mouth almost split to the temples. The black pupils in the round eyes only occupied a small part of the eyes. The whole ghost was hanging upside down on the ceiling like a spider, wearing white pajamas.

The sharp claws pounced towards Lianwu and Fengling, but were blocked by Lianwu's sword.

The first attack missed, and the female ghost was obviously angry. She opened her bloody mouth and bit the sword.

As a result, he was hurt by the cold air and opened his mouth, with his scarlet tongue hanging out.

Feng Ling took the opportunity to push the selfie stick that had been pushed through the paper ball and poked it directly into the ghost girl's mouth.

The unknown stains stuck on it released a fragrant smell in the ghost girl's mouth. The smell that went straight to the top of her head made the ghost girl's eyes open even wider.

The female ghost felt nauseous and vomited a bunch of teeth and hair. Her feet, which were originally firmly stuck to the ceiling, fell off. Her whole body lay in the compartment, and her white pajamas were covered with stains.

Lian Wu took the opportunity to pierce the ghost girl's head with a sword, but this ghost girl was obviously of a higher level than the previous ones. Even after her head was pierced by the sword, she did not disappear, but only let out a shrill scream.

As she screamed, the ghost girl's mouth widened even further, and her scarlet tongue became very long, directly wrapping around the sword.

Just as the tongue was about to extend along the sword to Lianwu's hand, a green pattern appeared on the sword. The female ghost seemed to be scalded and quickly retracted her tongue.

Lian Wu took the opportunity to pull out the sword, and Feng Ling then forcefully thrust the selfie stick into the ghost girl's throat.