"Lose it, lose it, wait for the stool, wait for the lamp~"

In order to strengthen Mu Su and his little friend Evil Spirit Crusade Squad, the four masters and apprentices embarked on a journey to find the background music monster.

The background music is provided by Mu Su for the time being.

When Mu Su and his party slipped down the dirt slope, new changes took place in the school building.

The players soon learned through the live broadcast room that Mu Su had sneaked away, and at the same time, they laughed angrily and had the idea that it was really so.

What Mu Su does now won't surprise them. Even if you plan to summon the evil god with these four hundred and thirty-seven surviving players...... Oh, he's already done it.

Students hid in the corners of their classrooms, nervous, waiting for the thick fog to emerge at any moment.

A glimmer of light penetrated the room through the cracks in the obscured windows.

An NPC boy away from the fire holds his chin. When he noticed the light in the crack in the window, he raised his little head in a daze, rubbed his eyes and couldn't believe what he was seeing, and was stunned for more than ten seconds before pointing to the window and shouting.

"The fog has lifted!"

He didn't see the cloudy eyeballs that flickered between them.

The students in the classroom were startled and looked around blankly, only to understand the meaning of the shout.

The students threw themselves in front of the windows and peeked out in a crowded manner, the fog was lifting, visibility was getting farther away, and the dull darkness was fading.

The players were on guard, and the students were already cheering and rushing out through the wooden doors, cheering loudly to celebrate their small victory.

The other classrooms were startled by the sound of light-hearted laughter, the desks and chairs blocking the windows collapsed and moved away, and countless little heads leaned in front of the windows.

Classroom doors were opened, and students ran to join the cheering crowd.

Only seven classrooms were lifeless, there was no sound inside, and not a single student opened the door and stepped out of it.

This is where they are buried.

The fog had faded to the point where you could see the entire open space of the school building.

Players step out of the dimly lit classrooms one by one and look up to see that the sky is back to normal. As far as the eye can see, the coastline and the Dead Sea appear behind the mist, while the town of Cape is still shrouded in thick fog.

Over time, the clouds will be lifted over there.

The fog that comes to the fog leaves the same blur.

The sky was still gloomy, but it had lost its previous sense of oppression.

The best way to stop feeling pain is to recreate a more intense pain.

Some players join the cheering crowd of kids who need to vent.

The remaining eighteen teachers and the old man who rang the bell gathered around and discussed something in a low voice. A few minutes later, they gathered the students, and the old man coughed lightly when he rang the bell.

"The strange fog has lifted...... Let's move on with the lessons......"

Many players who thought they were going to get out of school looked at each other.

Only eighteen of the twenty-five classrooms remained, and a quarter of the students could no longer come out of the doors, about ...... Three hundred.

In this case, we have to continue to teach lessons that don't make sense...... Does that make sense?

"The children tidy up their classrooms and pick them up in other classrooms if they don't have enough seats...... I don't have much more to say. The old man who rang the bell briefly finished speaking, and walked away tremblingly with a wooden stick.

The players froze in place, and the kids did it. They skillfully extinguished the fire and set up the tables and chairs. It's the first time it's happening, but it's extremely skillful.

Broken Moon left a deep bloodshot scar on her wrist, and the pain from the weakening made her frown slightly.

The pain is real, indicating that this is not an illusion.

The eight classrooms with closed doors are kept away from all students, and they are also far away from them.

A shout suddenly caught everyone's attention.

"Let's take a look! I'm about to enter this classroom, welcome to the Bean Cavalry! ”

The player, Bean Cavalry, stood in front of the closed door of the Dead Man's Classroom, shouting loudly, the black line above his head gradually solidifying, and then pointed.

The players are speechless, can they still attract popularity like this?

The propaganda worked. The number of people in the live broadcast room of the Bean Cavalry surged, and there were many tips, and then urged the Bean Cavalry to hurry up.

If Mu Su knew that the live broadcast room was equipped with a reward function, would it be changed to be accessible to all people?

The number of people slowed down as it reached the early three millions. The comments were refreshed at a rate of 100 per second, urging the bean cavalry.

The momentum was completed, and the bean cavalry retreated in front of the door, and the door seemed to no longer emit all kinds of negative aura of despair and fear all the time. Even if he knew it was a game, he didn't dare to put his hand on the handle.

The Bean Cavalry flinched and fled back to the classroom in a cold sweat, where he was unanimously despised by all the players.

In the classroom of Broken Moon, the desks and chairs were burned in half. The students sit on the floor, with NPCs and players in between.

"Then let's do whatever we want."

The middle-aged man on the podium said a few perfunctory words, lying on the table and dozing off.

Taking advantage of this time, Shattered Moon quietly observes the NPC children around her.

They were calm. Some children have some sadness in their eyes, but it is not obvious. It's more of a calm and a fear that hasn't gone away.

It's as if they've long been used to it.

Broken Moon suddenly understood this scene a little.

In Wanghaijiao, where neighbors, friends, and relatives die every day...... Is the loss of life as normal as eating and drinking?

……

"Brother Monkey Brother Monkey ~ You are really amazing ~ The Five Elements Mountain can't suppress you ~ Pop out of a Sun Xing ~"

"The fog went up in the school building." In Yinghua's live broadcast room, an audience told her the news.

Mu Su's singing stopped suddenly, and it seemed strange: "When?" What speed? ”

Yinghua waited for someone to reply, and conveyed it to Mu Su: "About a minute ago, the speed ...... About three meters per second. ”

Mu Su bowed slightly: "There are still two minutes and forty-five seconds before the dense fog in our place will dissipate." ”

"How do you know?"

Mu Su pursed the corners of his lips and said, "I'm very fast in mental arithmetic." ”

The transparent bridge jumps to a heartbeat. Has this guy finally revealed some of his true abilities......

"Mental arithmetic is fast...... Can I ask you a math problem? "Sakura is very interested. After getting Mu Su's nod of permission, he couldn't wait to ask him, "What is twenty-five times twenty-five?" ”

Mu Su blurted out: "Three hundred and sixty-five! ”

At the same time, the audience of mental arithmetic came up with their number: 625.

Yinghua burst out laughing: "It's six hundred and twenty-five...... That's not far off. ”

Mu Su showed just the right amount of pride: "But it's right soon, right?" ”

It makes so much sense that it can't be refuted.

It's a pity that Yinghua is not Kalian, and she won't tout Mu Su brainlessly. So it is destined that Mu Su will not get the slightest praise.

Now that the fog is lifting, a new plan to find the background music monster has come to an end. Mu Su and his little friend, the Evil Spirit Raid Team, walked away and returned to the school building.

The transparent bridge didn't stop the calculator, and after a minute, Mu Su and the others came out of the fog, and she began to calculate the speed at which the fog dissipated.

She stopped the counter until she expected the fog to dissipate to where Makisu had been before.

Counter time: 165" 53

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