Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

“Are we really going to dig for these students? Given their mental state, they should be taken to the hospital immediately. They need doctors,” one of the female teachers couldn’t help but say.

She looked at the children's wounds and the deep, bone-revealing cuts on their fingers, and felt a chill run down her spine.

However, the head of student affairs, who was wearing glasses, adjusted his glasses after hearing this and said, "In that case, teacher, you should take the student with the most serious hand injury to the hospital first. You will do this. The rest of you, come with me and continue digging. Since it is the principal's order, we must do it!"

"We can't let him worry too much; the principal will be back soon!"

"If he sees that we've all left, we'll all be in a very difficult position to explain this problem." To show that he was dutiful and obedient to the principal, the head of the teaching department immediately ran down to dig and signaled the other teachers to come and dig together.

This completely unconventional opinion, coupled with his extreme desire to curry favor with the principal, led him to forcefully direct everyone to start digging.

As time passed, the place fell completely silent, with not a sound of voices, only the low breathing of breaths.

Whether teachers or students, everyone wore a mysterious, mesmerized expression, their hands cut by the pebbles in the mud, just like those before them.

A large pile of excavated black oval stones had already been gathered around the area.

The vehicles on the overpass had all stopped at some point. People opened their car windows and leaned over the railings, looking down. They could vaguely see the black stones piled up at the edge of the bridge arch.

These stones also deeply attracted them.

"How beautiful! What a beautiful oval shape! It's a perfect work of art."

"It's calling me, I can hear it."

“This is my baby, all of you get out of my way, don’t even think about taking it from me.”

Everyone exclaimed in amazement at what they saw, then angrily rebuked those around them who were praising him, accusing them of stealing his treasure.

It's like a rival in love jumping over you in front of you and constantly praising your girlfriend; it makes you feel angry and worried.

"This thing is so perfect, it's mine, no one can take it from me, it belongs only to me!" With these words of obsession from one of the slightly overweight drivers, he actually climbed over the railing and jumped off the overpass towards the exposed black stones.

With a "thud," his entire body crashed heavily to the ground below the overpass, which was several meters high, landing right next to the rocks.

His body made a loud cracking sound, his arms and legs were bent backwards, his expression was miserable and bizarre, his face was unrecognizable, and he was completely silent.

A pool of warm blood slowly flowed from the corner of its mouth, spreading outwards and seeping into the soil. Then, as if guided by its own consciousness, the blood continued to flow into the piled-up black stones.

A distinct red flash of light instantly appeared on the entire stone, like a red lightning bolt, and then disappeared in an instant. However, the black luster of the entire stone became even brighter, making it look incredibly mysterious, like a huge black gemstone.

The grooves on its surface do not make it look rough; on the contrary, they look like they have been carefully sculpted, attracting everyone's attention.

"This is mine! This is mine!"

"I dug this out, and none of you are allowed to take it from me."

"Get out of my way! Anyone who dares to take it from me, I'll kill them."

The teachers, who were digging stones, muttered words of extreme hatred to themselves. Their bloodshot eyes were lowered, their heads bowed at an eerie angle, as they looked around at those around them like wild beasts guarding their prey, full of vigilance and aggression.

The overweight driver's actions on the overpass seemed to trigger a chain reaction, serving as a reminder to others.

The drivers who had parked their cars looked dazed and jumped out one after another, their bodies falling like dumplings into a pot, splattering on both sides of the overpass.

The stones piled inside the cave continuously absorbed the blood, yet the teachers and students turned a blind eye to this suicide, as if they hadn't seen it at all, or as if it were just a common occurrence.

As the vehicles in the distance approached the overpass, they were unable to brake in time, and a chain-reaction car accident occurred instantly amidst the continuous honking of their horns.

Some people were directly crushed, resulting in broken spines and fatal chest wounds.

The blood in his body continued to sink down the asphalt road, and at an incredible speed, it completely seeped into the cement ground and quickly disappeared.

Until it dripped from under the overpass, it was inexplicably sucked out of the cement and turned into a ball of bright red blood that flowed into the stone.

These stones clearly crave blood.

At this time, more and more people and vehicles gathered here. Every moment, people jumped off the bridge to commit suicide. They all went for the stones, but seemed to ignore the normal way down the bridge. They all jumped off.

When hundreds of eggs had accumulated under the bridge, the teachers who were frantically digging seemed to receive some kind of order. All the students present suddenly raised their heads, as if they had regained some consciousness.

"Huh? What am I doing?"

"What's going on? What happened?"

They looked around curiously, wondering why they were there, but they remained oblivious to the gruesome corpses all around them, the mass grave-like dead bodies.

The teachers and students picked up the stones on the ground and quickly ran towards the school.

The stones that had been dug up were quickly moved away.

The remaining 20 or so drivers under the overpass, who had initially maintained a semblance of rationality, immediately climbed onto the overpass without hesitation and jumped down to chase after the stone the moment they saw it being taken away.

Eight or nine out of ten of them were already dead, with only a very few lucky ones remaining, barely clinging to life after the fall.

With paralyzed bodies or bleeding chests, they kept climbing forward, not to call for help, but to catch up with the crowd and leave the stones in their hands.

The entire overpass was emptied instantly. Some drivers who didn't have time to get out of their cars stepped on the gas, crashing through the railings and slamming into the ground several meters deep, where they exploded.

They all held the stones in their hands with fascination, looking very eager to get back to school. They walked without lifting their heads, completely absorbed in their own world.

All they see are stones.

Passersby, initially curious at first glance at this bizarre scene, were instantly captivated by the countless oval black stones. (End of Chapter)