Little green tea is too tempting, deeply trapped in the crazy criticism of ghosts Shura field

Chapter 24: Rose Bride (24) Rushing out decisively without any hesitation

They followed the teacher ghosts to a remote forest in the school.

There were gusts of cold wind, and the leaves were rustling, casting shadows of dancing claws on the ground. All the ghosts formed a big circle around the corpse, with their heads lowered, muttering to themselves, as if they were singing some ancient ballad.

Yan Jinyue took out her mobile phone to record.

A minute later, a strong wind blew around them, and their hair and clothes were blown into a mess. One of the teachers stepped forward, and his fingers turned into long black claws, tearing at the corpse fiercely.

"Gurgle gurgle..." The bloody head rolled on the ground like a ball.

The other teachers also grew sharp claws, opened their bloody mouths, pointed fangs, and dripped sticky saliva. In just a few moments, the corpse was eaten up, leaving only a pool of blood and bones.

Yan Jinyue felt a little nauseous, so she looked away and forced herself to hold up her phone to record.

"Hup——" Luo Yaoyao couldn't help but vomited, but the sound was so low that it didn't alarm them.

"You can't stand this?" Zhao Jianing mocked, "You will have to endure more in higher-level dungeons."

Yan Jinyue ignored her and looked over again. They had already cleaned up the wreckage, dumped the blood and bones into the soil, and left with the head in their hands.

They followed them to the teaching building, all the way to the fifth floor, and watched the ghosts go up to the rooftop from the passage in the utility room.

"Continue to follow?" Qi Yunxiao asked.

Yan Jinyue looked at the dark corridor, then checked the time, and finally shook her head: "Wait. Going now might alert the enemy. Qingyu said that they will take her to the rooftop to bleed tonight, and the time is more mature."

Luo Yaoyao covered her chest and let out a long sigh, curling her lips in disgust: "It's too disgusting. The things they sacrifice must be even more disgusting."

Zhao Jianing said dimly, "Those things that happen in dungeons are considered good. You have never seen a ghost that boils people. That's really disgusting."

"Ah?" Luo Yaoyao's lips turned pale with fear. "Cook...cook people?"

"Yeah." Zhao Jianing raised her red lips in satisfaction, "Sometimes, there are even those who directly cut open the intestines of living people."

Luo Yaoyao didn't know what image was associated with her, she covered her mouth and ran to the toilet sink next to her and vomited violently. When she came back, her face was pale and her eyes were empty.

Zhao Jianing laughed loudly and unceremoniously: "No, with your mental endurance, you'd better not come at night and go back to the dormitory to sleep. Close the door and don't open it for that dormitory manager. Stay there until the 30 days are over, how nice it would be."

"I... I can do it, really." Tears flashed in Luo Yaoyao's eyes. She looked at Yan Jinyue and Qi Yunxiao, trying to seek some comfort.

However, Yan Jinyue just looked away slightly. She didn't dare to provoke this "powerful" little white flower anymore.

As for Qi Yunxiao, he was looking at Yan Jinyue the whole time, and the occasional glance he gave her was as cold as ice. How could he possibly comfort her?
Luo Yaoyao bit her lip, lowered her head and said no more.

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Time passed quickly, the sun set, night fell, and soon it was the time Yan Jinyue and Hu Qingyu had agreed upon, and they met downstairs of the teaching building.

"I'll wait for them to take me upstairs on the fifth floor. Jinyue, you just hide in the classroom over there." Hu Qingyu said.

Yan Jinyue nodded and waved behind her, and Qi Yunxiao came out from the corner with two other people.

Hu Qingyu was surprised: "What is this?"

"My helper." Yan Jinyue smiled and held her hand. "There is strength in numbers. Don't worry, Qingyu, we will definitely help you."

Hu Qingyu's eyes flickered. She looked at them, then at the girl in front of her who was smiling as brightly as spring flowers. She gained great support and strength from those crescent-shaped amber eyes.

She nodded: "Well, I believe you."

They went to the fifth floor together. Hu Qingyu was waiting at the door of the utility room, while Yan Jinyue and others hid in the abandoned classroom next to it, sitting under the windowsill and paying close attention to the movements here.

After a long silence, a conversation was heard:

"Haruyu-san, come with us."

"Um……"

Yan Jinyue and the other three looked at each other and walked out after making sure there was no sound outside. "I'll go explore the way first."

Qi Yunxiao drew out his dagger and walked into the dark corridor. Yan Jinyue also took out Shen Wu's long sword and followed him.

Zhao Jianing glanced at the shivering Luo Yaoyao, sneered, took out the black iron stick and followed.

Luo Yaoyao watched their backs disappear around the corner, gritted her teeth, and finally, turned around and went downstairs.

She knew very well that without Ma Chen and Chen He, and without any weapons, if the rose flower went crazy and attacked her again, there would be no one to stop her this time.

"Coward." Seeing that the person didn't catch up, Zhao Jianing crossed his arms and sneered.

Yan Jinyue didn't have any idea. If she hadn't been protected by Shen Wu's long sword, she would have been able to escape. After all, life is the most important thing.

But this is not important. What is important is the "sacrifice" that is going on outside.

She picked up her phone and started recording again.

Above the rooftop, the sky was as dark as ink, and the moon hung diagonally in the west, showing a terrifying scarlet color. Gray and white clouds were lingering, blurring the sharp edges of the night, and an eerie silence spread.

The teacher ghosts in uniforms stood around the remaining wall. Hu Qingyu was surrounded in the middle, her face pale and with traces of tears.

Next to her was a shelf half a person's height, on which stood a bowl of ice emitting white mist, crystal clear and exuding a chilly air.

A teacher ghost walked over with a golden dagger, grabbed Qingyu's arm, rolled up her sleeve, and let the tip of the knife linger on her arm covered with scars. Finally, it found a piece of good flesh and cut it open.

"hiss--"

Hu Qingyu tried to pull her hand back in pain, but her wrist was held tightly. Blood flowed down her arm into the ice bowl, slowly filling it up, while her face became increasingly gray.

Yan Jinyue frowned and wanted to rush over to interrupt, but was held back by Qi Yunxiao.

The man looked extremely cold: "Wait, it's not over yet, we've come this far, don't give up all our efforts."

Yan Jinyue closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and continued to hold up her phone to take pictures.

When the bowl was full, the teacher ghost left Hu Qingyu aside and carefully held the icy bowl full of blood with his sharp black claws, his eyes devout and burning.

The other ghosts formed a circle around the one holding the bowl and began to chant something with their heads down, their voices gradually getting louder:

“…I offer the purest blood of wisdom to the great evil god, and ask him to bestow his divine power and grace upon us believers, granting them wisdom, wealth, and endless lifespan!”

All the ghosts looked up, raised their hands to the sky, and their eyes flashed with greedy, burning flames.

The ice bowl was smashed, blood spilled all over the ground, and the rose branch stretched out and absorbed it all.

In an instant, the remaining wall split into two halves from the door with mottled green paint. The rose branches were growing and twisting wildly, like millions of snakes dancing wildly. The stones were surging, and something was about to break out of the ground.

With a rumbling sound, a stone altar slowly floated up. On it was a crystal coffin shrouded in icy mist, and inside it lay a man in white. His delicate and handsome profile could be vaguely seen.

It was Shen Wu.

Shen Wu... is the monster being sacrificed?

Yan Jinyue was stunned and her cell phone fell to the ground.

The next moment, the rose branches that were twisting wildly in the air suddenly swooped down and wrapped him tightly... They were sucking Shen Wu's blood.

Realizing this, Yan Jinyue decisively rushed out with a knife in hand without any hesitation.

　Tsuzuki: No matter what, save your boyfriend first!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)