The warmth faded instantly, and everyone was frightened and cold all over their bodies.

Firewood crackled, and they listened desperately to the sounds getting closer.

Wow

The sound of the table and chair kicking awakened everyone. When the eyes of the crowd, the player named Wuming of the mortals stumbled, like a walking corpse walking to the bonfire, grabbed the wooden pieces piled up next to it, and stuffed them into their mouths.

Everyone was surprised by this scene. No student sitting opposite the fire saw him showing a painful and desperate face, "I can't control myself."

The songs penetrated into the classroom through the thin door panel.

"Ten children looking at the sea cape ran around for dinner; one of them choked to death could not be saved, and only nine of them were left."

The players' hearts skipped a beat and understood the meaning of the song. When they saw Fandao Wuming grab a wooden stick as thick as his arm and forcefully stuff it into his mouth, they avoided their sight and couldn't bear to see the next cruel scene.

But at this moment, a clear voice passed through the wooden door and came into the classroom dull.

"The little poems are quite rhyming."

The player in the classroom shuddered, the sound

Fandao Wuming was shocked to realize that he had recovered his physical control. He threw away the wooden stick and rolled and crawled to the other players.

Players listen quietly, only listening to Mu Su using a strange rhythm to quickly say "Don't talk about gossip, show a good man in the thick fog"

The player was confused and continued to listen quietly. After a while, he heard Mu Su shouting, "If you don't want toast, you will be punished for wine, please see what you want."

Next was the snoring and chaotic steps, Mu Su seemed to be fighting with something.

The noise lasted for more than ten seconds and was broken by a figure that suddenly broke through the wooden door.

The flames swayed, and the teachers and students exclaimed, and they shrank to the corner in a commotion. When they looked at it, Mu Su was knocked into the classroom, with his butt coming back and falling into the sand.

Mu Su raised his head and ordered outside the door, "I'm going to be thrust with my ideas, brothers will pick it up and attack it three times, tear it up and tear it up and tear it up and its clothes."

After shouting for a while, Mu Su suddenly kept silent and slowly turned his head to look at the classroom.

Dozens of eyes stared blankly.

Mu Su shook his head, pretending that nothing happened, whistling slowly, put his hands behind his head, and put his left leg on his right leg and shook his ankle.

Very good, naturally no one could tell that I was knocked in.

The noise outside started again, and not long after, the little girl Sakura and the sacrifice walked into the classroom.

"How is it?" Mu Su stretched his waist, and his legs swirled around in the air and sat up with the force.

"Run away." Sakura pouted and blew her hair curtain, glaring at her side with a little dissatisfaction. "If he could use something, we could leave that skirt."

"You can't even ask me to do my best to help you."

The high-level lord expressed his opinion in a low voice.

The teacher in this classroom was an acquaintance, Philip. He was quite responsible and plucked up the courage to run to the door, and helped the knocked wooden door to be embedded back to its original place.

Without the breeze that poured into the classroom, the swaying flames on the fire returned to calm, and the room was a little brighter.

Several players came up and asked what had happened before.

Yinghua explained briefly. The fog fell and the sacrifice was interrupted. Because the sacrifice was temporarily useful, they temporarily left a living mouth for the higher lord. As a result, as soon as they returned to the open space, they saw a floating in the air outside the classroom.

White dance dress.

"The song is from the dance skirt," Xiao Li, who was slightly short, asked curiously.

Yinghua nodded, her tone confused, “Is it not scientific to be able to speak or sing a song in a skirt?”

The girl was successfully ruined by Mu Su's style.

"I think this shouldn't be the point, so after that."

Yinghua continued. Because Mu Su thought the song was very rhyme, he ran to talk, and was ignored. Mu Su, who was both face-loving and petty, immediately held a grudge and took the lead in taking action.

Who knew that the dance skirt was unreasonable and it actually fought back, so the current situation came into being.

It would be strange if you make people not take action. The players complained in their hearts, and some of them were blushing, not sure whether it was a firelight or a suffocating person.

No one expressed his opinion. After all, Mu Su took the lead in saving them, otherwise at least 10 students would have died tragically here.

Later they asked if they knew where the thick fog came from, and Yinghua and others knew nothing about it.

News from other classrooms began to spread, and three classrooms were wiped out. The remaining few were also attacked in the fog, killing several players.

Non-real-time statistics, currently 631 surviving players are available.

Half of the first day has not passed yet.

In any case, if it weren't for Mu Su, the situation here would be similar to those unlucky classrooms. Are you a little unhappy or staying away from it, and they are all expressing kindness to Mu Su. They are so enthusiastic that Mu Su is a little embarrassed.

He originally planned to kill the player team who witnessed his ugly appearance, so that he could die without evidence. However, now it seems that he can only find the scene from other aspects.

For example, a dance dress that made him look ugly.

Mu Su asked them about the content of the song. Xiao Li, who was a blond girl with a shawl, thought about it and described the song in full.

"A child looking at the cape, only one person returns home; he commits suicide by hanging his beam and commits no one left in this life."

In other words, will people die in the form of songs?

Mu Su rubbed her chin, which was quite creative.

Mu Su gradually narrowed his black eyes, realizing that things were not that simple.

The thick fog showed no sign of dissipation.

The clearings are dead and desolate, and there is no life in the ashes.

A figure passing by broke the silence. He walked quickly, and the thick fog rolled around him.

The body disappeared from the thick fog, and after a moment, he returned, and there was something more on his body.

Mu Su came to the classroom door, and a few gazes of the head began to make strange moves.

Mu Su was holding dry food in his mouth, half open his eyelids to sleep, half of his body was in thick fog, half of his body was in the classroom, a few fire sticks were thrown at his feet, holding an axe in his hand and chopping the door frame. Yinghua watched from the side.

“What is he doing”

"Think about the song."

"I can't remember it."

"Then you understand it as the ten ways of dying in the songs he will do as he does."

"hiss"

The whispers kept coming. After working hard for several minutes, the exhausted Mu Su was sure that it would not come.

At this time, Transparent Bridge in the live broadcast room spoke her analysis.

Transparent Bridge I think there are two possible points for the dance skirt to fight back. The first possibility is that the other party is not a low-level existence. Your title is of reduced use. The second possibility is that the dance skirt exists.

Transparent Bridge belongs to other camps, such as the Lord of Chaos or the unnamed thing. Because the camps are different, it does not need to be afraid of you.

Transparent Bridge But you don’t have to worry too much. I think there is no existence in this dungeon who will not open your eyes and try to kill you. After all, your identity is the nephew of the ancient evil god.

Mu Su didn't care at first, but thought deeply and suddenly realized it.

Doesn't this mean that I can kill myself without reservation
Chapter completed!