“…”
There was a scene that they saw when they first entered Zhizhiyuan. Seeing this scene again this time, most people had expected it.
“No!”
“Help!”
Most of these students asking for help were those who had been suddenly and violently killed by a disciple in civilian clothes when they first entered the gate of Zhizhiyuan.
That’s what it means to be disheveled.
Unfortunately, no matter how they called for help, the flames ignited from their bodies without warning.
Living people were burned to ashes right in front of their eyes.
The square was silent.
Hao Min was shaking like a sieve, clutching the corners of the case tightly.
He thought about the hospital uniform he wore overnight. Fortunately, he didn’t mess around too much last night, otherwise he would be considered a “disheveled” one.
“School is a place of elegance and no disrespect is allowed.”
After Qiu Qing finished speaking, he gave seats for the new students to sit down.
Everyone did not dare to disobey him. Seeing that Qiu Qing had no intention of assigning seats, they all found their own seats and sat down.
Boom.
The morning bell rang again.
Mi August found that the sound of the morning bell was no longer as traceless as before, and had a certain direction.
When the morning bell rang next time, Mi August was sure that his senses were correct.
In addition to the sound guidance starting to point clearly this way, the intervals between morning bells are also getting closer and closer.
People came one after another, some died, and all those left behind looked quiet and sleepy, including Li Qiu.
Not long after the ninth bell of the morning bell ended, a sound of thunder that was very familiar to Mi August came, and the figure of Gongyi Shu entered the square like lightning.
He glanced at the whole place and then went straight to the pavilion.
Boom.
The last morning bell sounded from above the pavilion.