The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

Done.

Liang Rumeng turned her phone back on.

He replied to Wang Meifen with a single word.

【it is good. 】

The camera slowly rose into the air following the wisp of smoke.

Night fell.

The scene shifts to another dimly lit living room.

On the sofa, a dark-skinned girl sat cross-legged.

The light from the phone screen shone on her face.

Upon seeing the word "good," a slight smile appeared on her lips.

The lights in the room flickered twice, and the shadows in the corner crept outwards.

The water glass on the table began to vibrate slightly.

next second.

She looked up at the camera.

Her eyes lacked the emotions a young girl should have, displaying only an aloof indifference.

The living room lights went out silently.

The starry sky outside the window also darkened at that moment.

A life-sized golden figure slowly rose from behind her.

The golden shadow should be sacred.

But his body was covered in black runes.

The runes seemed to be alive, wrapping around His limbs, neck, and heart in circles.

The moment He appeared.

All sounds in the rented room disappeared.

The water glass rested on the edge of the table.

The curtains stopped in mid-air.

Even the light on the phone screen was suppressed into a dull gray.

The little golden statue raised its head.

next moment.

His figure suddenly vanished.

The camera suddenly shifts to the starry sky.

Above the sky, the brightness of two stars suddenly increased.

Immediately afterwards, that low murmur reached the ears of everyone watching the live stream.

"Yan Cong, oh Yan Cong, don't let me down..."

The video went dark.

The sky suddenly darkened.

The live chat exploded at that moment.

"Holy shit!"

"This is the Heavenly Way?!"

"It's Him!"

"Damn it! This guy's playing the sixth brother!!!"

"Damn it, call out the Desolate Heavenly Emperor and chop him up!!!"

Above Nanjing Wuzhong High School.

A faint golden glow lingered in the darkening sky.

On the playground, the students felt a chill run down their spines.

After a while.

Almost simultaneously, all eyes turned to the high platform.

They wanted to see Yan Cong's reaction.

Yan Cong sat there.

Head down.

Clench your fist.

The veins on the back of his hand bulged, then slumped back down limply.

No one spoke.

The playground, which was noisy just a moment ago, suddenly became much quieter.

One student opened his mouth, but in the end only sighed.

Yes.

Even if you know you're being schemed against, what can you do?

Not everyone has the strength of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor.

Not everyone can slap the Heavenly Dao to the ground.

"Yan Cong..."

Su Xiaoxiao held his hand tightly, her face full of worry.

Yan Cong kept his head down.

no respond.

But in reality...

His mind had already sunk into his thoughts.

The ball of light is still hanging there.

Quietly, as if nothing had happened.

Yan Cong stared intently at it, and blood vessels began to appear in his eyes.

"system!"

"You get out here right now!!!"

"Are you the will of Heaven?!"

"Fuck your mother!!!"

Angri curses exploded in my mind.

He wasn't cursing Liang Rumeng.

It wasn't true from beginning to end.

He was cursing the thing hiding behind the scenes, treating their lives like a chessboard.

But no matter how much he cursed.

The ball of light didn't respond at all.

It remained silent.

It was deathly silent.

On the contrary, a layer of blazing red light gradually rose from Yan Cong's body.

The red light emanated from beneath the skin.

It crept up my neck, down my arms, and slowly spread all over my body.

"not good!!!"

The expressions of everyone in Class 9 changed simultaneously.

next second.

One after another, figures leaped up from below the stage and landed in unison beside Yan Cong.

They were moving too fast.

They even managed to get there before Ye Long could make a move.

Lin Fan's expression darkened instantly after landing.

He raised his hand and grabbed Yan Cong's wrist.

The moment it touched my fingertips, a scalding heat rushed up from them.

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold.

"Signs of impending demonic possession."

Liu Ruyan frowned and pulled Su Xiaoxiao away from Yan Cong.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes instantly reddened.

"Yan Cong!"

Su Huaying reached out to support her and whispered words of comfort.

"It's alright, Lin Fan is here!"

Lin Fan said coldly.

"Everyone, step back three meters!"

The students from Class 9 immediately retreated.

A circle of space was left around Yan Cong.

next moment.

"Whoosh whoosh-"

Lin Fan used his Qi to control the needles.

Countless golden needles flew out from his sleeves, filling the space above Yan Cong's head.

The golden needles hover, their tips all turning in unison.

Lin Fan's eyes turned cold.

"Thirteen Ghost Needles MAX x 99, fall!"

"Whoosh whoosh-"

A dense array of golden needles fell simultaneously.

The needle tip was aimed at various acupoints on Yan Cong's body and pierced them deeply.

In just a moment.

Yan Cong was covered in thorns.

The students on the playground stared wide-eyed.

"Holy shit!"

"Is this a rescue?"

"Are you sure this isn't murder?"

The crowd erupted in chaos.

A cacophony of chatter erupted from all directions of the playground.

The dormitory is on the 23rd floor.

Xingyao gripped Ye Chuhao's clothes tightly.

Her gaze kept drifting towards Yan Cong, her little face full of anxiety.

She looked at Ye Chuhao, her lips moving slightly.

She still didn't say the words that she wanted the class monitor to help.

Ye Chuhao looked down at her and reached out to rub her head.

"Don't worry, with Lin Fan here, Yan Cong will be fine."

"Aww, aww!"

Xingyao responded with a muffled sound.

But her little hands were still clutching the hem of his clothes, and she didn't let go.

Ye Chuhao smiled as he looked at her.

He pointed to the already dark sky.

"You feel unhappy because you think Yan Cong was framed by fate, and our classmates were bullied?"

Xingyao pouted.

Then he nodded his head very forcefully.

"Hmm, Xiao Meng is so nice, Yan Cong is nice too, but that guy is not good."

Ye Chuhao's smile deepened.

"Okay then."

"Shall we help Yan Cong get revenge?"

Xingyao's eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded her head like a chick pecking at rice.

Ye Chuhao grabbed her hand, his tone languid.

"Then snap your fingers."

Xingyao was stunned.

She raised her hand, pressing her thumb and middle finger together.

Then I rubbed it a little harder.

"Click~"

A ray of golden light bloomed at her fingertips.

"clatter--"

The snap of fingers fell.

Xingyao's eyes widened suddenly.

Because she saw the golden light at her fingertips explode.

It's not for illuminating the balcony.

It's not illuminating the dormitory building.

Instead, in the blink of an eye, it spread throughout the entire Jinling Wuzhong High School, following the air, walls, windows, playground, and teaching buildings.

The places where the golden light swept.

Everything stopped.

On the playground.

The student, who was about to exclaim in surprise, still had his mouth open.

The hem of her dress, fluttering in the wind, remained suspended in mid-air.

Someone had just dropped a mineral water bottle, and water droplets hung suspended at the bottle opening, one by one, all frozen in place.

The students in Class 9 also stopped.

Yan Cong kept his head down, the bewitching red light on his skin condensing on his body.

Lin Fan's golden needles were inserted into the acupoints all over his body, the needle tips slightly curved, but no longer trembling.

Su Xiaoxiao's eyes reddened, and her outstretched hand stopped half an inch away.

Ye Chen kept his head up.

Even Ye Long, who was at the Celestial Realm, maintained his posture with his arms crossed, the hem of his clothes catching in the wind, and the coldness in his eyes frozen in mid-air.

Xingyao froze completely.