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Chapter 67 Curse Live Broadcast
Duan Miaomiao exclaimed, and as soon as Qi Lu ran out to take a look, the security guard downstairs had already arrived to deal with it.

He walked back to the classroom, and Duan Miao asked tremblingly, "How is it?"

The former shook his head, and there were discussions in the class, and several people guessed the reason. Liu Rongjing was the head teacher of Class [-] three years ago, but she indulged in the perpetrator's chaos and ignored it. In the end, she was also cursed.

Shen Siting came over and said with tears in her eyes: "My mobile phone suddenly started live broadcasting yesterday, what should I do? How about you, do you have a live broadcast? Many people are dead now, will I die?"

Duan Miaomiao looked at her, as if she saw someone from her body, she said: "We have all been broadcast live, but we should be fine for now, you..."

Shen Siting breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that, she went back to her seat and sat down dully.

At this time, there was a strange noise from outside the corridor, accompanied by the screams of the students.

Qi Lu and the others quickly rushed out of the classroom and saw a suffocating scene.

Several people stood on the top of the building and fell down one after another. There was a terrified sound of falling to the ground, like purgatory on earth.

Duan Miaomiao covered her eyes, Shen Siting was so frightened that she cried, they had never seen such a desperate scene.

Qi Lu rushed to the top of the building first, and several people followed, but it was a step too late, there was no one on the top of the building, only gusts of wind blew past, making the empty top of the building cold.

They walked to the edge of the roof and looked down. The tall teaching buildings were like prisons trapping those beautiful young people. They were supposed to be shining places, but they were taken away by silent violence, leaving behind a the abyss of man.

There were cries and shouts, people were still busy, and calm was restored after a while.

Tick, tick, tick.

The voice came from behind them. Looking back, Ren Yaqin stood quietly behind them, staring straight ahead, as if she didn't care about them at all.

With a pale face, Shen Siting hid behind Qi Luyi, watching Ren Yaqin's bloody wrist, walking towards them step by step.

She walked straight to the edge, stood on the steps, stared at the roof of the teaching building in the distance, shed two lines of blood and tears, and then she fell straight forward.

Duan Miaomiao wanted to reach out and grab her, but Ren Yaqin disappeared before reaching the ground.

Xiao Wuji murmured, "How could this be..."

Due to today's various situations, several people went straight back to the dormitory and sat down without saying a word.

Suddenly, Xiao Wuji's cell phone rang, and it was Xu Lin who opened the message. The other party seemed very excited and said, "I found Liao Yuhong's camera, and I am repairing the video. It seems to be damaged."

Xiao Wuji was not so happy at the moment, those were the boy's hatred and the source of everything.

The other party said: "When I fix the video, I will guide it to you."

Xiao Wuji just replied: "Okay."

At night, when the live broadcast started, Xu Lin's face appeared on the screen of his mobile phone. He seemed to be busy with something and didn't realize that the live broadcast had already started.

Xu Lin has already repaired the camera. He sat at the table and checked the previous videos. Most of them were tidbits of Liao Yuhong's previous live broadcasts and his daily life, until he read them when they were in high school.

Qi Lu and a few people watched Xu Lin staring at a small camera in a daze. They couldn't see the video in the camera, they only saw Xu Lin's slowly widening eyes, and he suddenly screamed.

At this time, barrages appeared, some asked about the content of the video, and some talked about the ghost behind the anchor.

Xu Lin was unaware of these, Xiao Wuji and the others also started the live broadcast, unable to exit the interface to send a message to Xu Lin, they anxiously waited for the end of the live broadcast.

After Xu Lin finished watching the video content, countless pictures flooded into his mind, Liao Yuhong's mocking faces, Liu Rongjing's contemptuous eyes, and the boy's face.

He remembered everything, the boy's name flashed into his mind, the camera fell out of his hand, tremblingly said: "It's him, it turned out to be him... how could I forget him..."

Qi Lu and a few people rushed to Xu Lin's side immediately after the live broadcast, and the last thing they saw was Xu Lin's bloodless face, covered with tears.

Xu Lin sent the last message to Xiao Wuji: "I sent you the video, if you can meet him, please tell me, I'm sorry for him..."

After that, no matter how Xiao Wuji asked, there was no news from there.

Xiao Wuji watched the video being sent very slowly, as if it was loaded with a century.

Finally, we are getting closer to the truth.

Xiao Wuji reposted the video in their group.

(End of this chapter)