"Teacher, what are you afraid of?"
The person next to him suddenly spoke. Wan Zuo jolted, immediately let go, and prepared to escape, but was grabbed by the other person from behind. With a crack from his wrist, the piercing pain made Wan Zuo cry out.
"Ah!"
As Wan Zuo had expected, the one who grabbed him was indeed Liang Ye, the student representative who had invited Jing Minghe to teach.
Liang Ye pulled Wan Zuo closer, his eyes glowing with an abnormal green light, and he let out a sinister and eerie laugh. "Not bad, you knew it was me long ago, yet you endured for so long. Truly worthy of being a teacher."
"Let go!"
Wan Zuo endured the pain and struggled fiercely to break free, but his strength was no match for the opponent's. He couldn't break free at all.
Unable to escape, he could only try to negotiate. Wan Zuo mustered his courage and stared into Liang Ye's green-glowing eyes. "What do you want? I'm a teacher."
"Yes," Liang Ye's lips curved into a strange arc. "You are the teacher, and I am the student. The student needs help at this moment. As a teacher, what should you do?"
"Help? What help?" It wasn't just fear; the pain in his wrist made Wan Zuo's voice tremble uncontrollably.
The green light in Liang Ye's eyes dimmed slightly, and he said in a low voice, "Teacher, this body of mine is no longer usable. Can you lend me your body?"
Hearing Liang Ye's request, Wan Zuo's heart sank. How could such words mean borrowing? It seemed he was truly going to die here.
Could it be that in this City of Death, no one could ever leave alive?
Wan Zuo had always believed that as long as he was cautious enough and always met teammates who could cooperate tacitly, he would surely reach the end.
He never expected that after only a few instances, how many more difficult instances would there be, and what the end would look like. It seemed he might never have the chance to know.
"What do you say?" Liang Ye's voice rang out again. "Have you made up your mind, teacher?"
No! I absolutely cannot give up like this!
Wan Zuo endured the pain and made a final struggle. He shouted and kicked at Liang Ye. He clearly felt like he had hit the opponent, but there was no reaction.
"Teacher, you're not being good."
As Liang Ye spoke, he directly gave Wan Zuo a shoulder throw, followed by a kick to Wan Zuo's chest, stomping him so hard that he couldn't breathe or make a sound.
"You have a good body," Liang Ye slowly crouched down. "I like it very much. Teacher, give it to me. I can use it to deal with the other two meddlesome teachers."
"No..." Wan Zuo tried to pry away Liang Ye's foot, but he couldn't muster any strength. Liang Ye felt as heavy as a mountain pressing down on him.
Liang Ye reached out and slowly approached Wan Zuo, first putting his hand into Wan Zuo's neck and then sinking it in inch by inch.
Wan Zuo's mouth gaped open, unable to make a sound. His eyes began to gradually bleed, until they turned completely red.
With a 'bang,' his eyeballs bloomed like suddenly opened red flowers, splashing crimson all over his face.
As Liang Ye's arm was halfway in, he suddenly stood up, a triumphant smile on his face. Then, a green light shot out from his eyes and entered Wan Zuo's body.
As the green light merged with Wan Zuo, Wan Zuo's eyes were restored to their normal state, except they were no longer black and white but a greenish-blue.
"Wan Zuo" slowly curled his lips, raised his hand to move, and with a gentle push, moved the original body away. He glanced at it indifferently and kicked it aside.
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"Jiang Rui!" Ding Qiaoyu suddenly squatted down, reaching out to grab the person Jing Minghe was stepping on. However, as soon as his hand touched the opponent, it was repelled by a force.
Just as Ding Qiaoyu was about to continue, Jing Minghe stopped him. "Enough. If you could touch him, we wouldn't need us. Step aside."
Ding Qiaoyu glared hatefully at Jiang Rui, then looked at Jing Minghe and retreated.
Jing Minghe sighed softly and said to Jiang Rui, "Our time is limited. Don't test my patience. Since I know where he is, I have a way to find him. If we had to find him ourselves, what do you think the outcome would be?"
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Jiang Rui said "You" and then fell silent, but his eyes betrayed him. Jing Minghe suddenly said to Tong Zheng and Ding Qiaoyu, "Over there, Tong Ge, Ding Qiaoyu, go move that tombstone!"
"Okay!"
Tong Zheng, enduring his injuries, quickly ran to the tombstone Jing Minghe pointed to. Ding Qiaoyu immediately followed.
Jing Minghe took out the transformation sphere that Chi Hao had given him earlier. He closed his eyes slightly, and the sphere turned into a long sword. Jing Minghe thrust the sword into Jiang Rui's chest from behind, pinning him to the ground.
"Wait here obediently. The story is not over yet."
With that, Jing Minghe hurried to Tong Zheng's side.
As the two, along with a ghost, worked together to move the tombstone, several green lights shot into the sky. The surrounding environment began to distort and change. Tombstones disappeared one after another, turning into skeletons.
Looking closely, a person stood in the center of the bones.
"Wan Zuo? You're okay? That's great!"
Tong Zheng said, about to step forward.
"Tong Ge!" Jing Minghe grabbed Tong Zheng. "Don't go."
Tong Zheng looked confused. "What's wrong? He..."
Halfway through his sentence, Tong Zheng noticed the way Jing Minghe and Ding Qiaoyu were looking at Wan Zuo, and immediately understood.
They had lost their teammate, Wan Zuo.
"How could this be?"
Jing Minghe sighed helplessly. "Sorry, I didn't expect this guy to be so fast."
"Teacher Jing," Liang Ye, wearing Wan Zuo's skin, looked at Jing Minghe with a triumphant smile. "We meet again. You took away my dear classmates, so I had to compensate myself with your friend."
As he spoke, his gaze fell on Jiang Rui, who was pinned to the ground by Jing Minghe. "Oh, Teacher Jiang was also captured by you. I don't know whether to say you are capable or he is useless."
"Tell me the reason," Jing Minghe walked closer to Liang Ye. "Why did you harm your teacher? Did he or they offend you? Or do you really dislike that kind of affection?"
"Affection? Hahaha..."
Liang Ye suddenly burst into laughter. After laughing for a while, he stopped and glanced indifferently at Ding Qiaoyu, finally looking at Jing Minghe and asking, "What is affection? Hiding and seeking, being cautious, being secretive, not daring to let anyone know, and betraying without hesitation once discovered – can this be called affection?"
"How could I have harmed him?" Before Jing Minghe could speak, Liang Ye continued, "I was clearly helping him. He was the one who was mentally fragile and killed himself. Can that be blamed on me?"
Jing Minghe smiled sarcastically. "Using that kind of method, you call it help? Ding Qiaoyu is mentally fragile, are you any different? If not, why are you here?"