Du Youyou?
I didn't expect you to have such a name.
Yang Ling looked at Du Youyou, who was sitting there again, her head lowered as she fiddled with the scattered bones on the ground.
Du Youyou's posture should not be described in this way. Instead, it should be described as her whole body was supported by a few adult bones that did not belong to her. Her entire head was completely hanging on the broken sternum that did not match her body size. The bones that were scattered on the ground were not a complete palm, but a failed work of an adult's forearm connecting a few pieces of a child's hand.
The more Yang Ling saw it, the more he could not help but feel a sense of heartache and horror.
This kind of heartache came from the fact that he had already guessed the truth.
He slowly took out the yellowed and old photo from his trouser pocket. In the photo was a chubby baby who was a few months old sitting on the lawn. He must have just learned how to sit and stand.
More importantly, Yang Ling glanced sideways at Du Youyou, who was sitting on the withered grass patch. Wasn't her posture exactly the same as the one in the photo?
However, it was no longer possible…
Under the dim yellow light, Yang Ling knew that the one-hour countdown had begun.
Of course, Yang Ling already knew where he needed to go next.
Yang Ling turned around and walked towards the teaching building.
At this moment, countless people in the live broadcast room were trembling with fear.
Even though there were more horror stories in the Scary High School, they could tell from Yang Ling's pained expression that he was different from the other Gods who had persevered until this point.
Those people had always been high and mighty because they were the absolute elites of this world.
Not only did they have extraordinary intelligence and mobility, but more importantly, they could mobilize countless social resources. Even when playing games, they had more chances to revive than ordinary players.
In comparison, Yang Ling's appearance represented the majority of the ordinary people. It could be said that Yang Ling had gone from an unknown otaku to an idol-level figure that everyone admired in the world in just a few hours.
Moreover, more people would not think that they had no chance to participate in this game that required them to pay the price of a declaration.
More importantly, Yang Ling seemed to be revealing many clues related to the game to them, as if he was the secret to finding a way out in the game.
Even though there was no guarantee that anyone would be able to learn it, they had already been completely convinced by Yang Ling's various abilities and his humble manner.
At this moment, Yang Ling's emotions were very complicated. When he confirmed that the child was Yang Sujuan's daughter, the little girl in the photo, Yang Ling's mind was filled with the scene he saw on the toilet wall. The piano teacher, Zhou Dakang, had turned into a demon, and the entire room was filled with terrifying strings.
It was extremely sharp.
With a casual move of his finger, he could cut his body!
But when Yang Ling thought of Zhou Dakang, who had turned into a devil, he realized a problem that he had been pondering about.
It was the way the people he met died in the end.
They had been skinned, their blood drawn, their bones removed, their bodies cut apart…More importantly, all the people Yang Ling had met had a common characteristic, and that was that these people had no eyes.
The dark eye sockets left a deep impression on Yang Ling.
It seemed that the third grade class two still had some unspeakable secrets. From the first question, the swing ghost had told Yang Ling that there were a total of ninety-five people.
Now, it could be confirmed that there were a total of 95 people participating in the third grade class two's story line.
At present, all the people he knew and interacted with could not make up this number at all.
In other words, there were still people who hadn't appeared?
Perhaps when he met Zhou Dakang later, he would be able to solve this mystery.
As he pondered, Yang Ling followed the map of the Scary High School that he was already familiar with and arrived at the school's piano room.
Just as Yang Ling was standing in the independent classroom, the crisp sound of a zither suddenly broke the silence of the entire space.
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