"Enough!"
An old voice came from behind the professor. The old man, Pan Delong, spoke in a hoarse voice, interrupting the boring quarrel between the two sides.
It was obvious that he was the one in charge. Once he gave the order, even though the professor was unwilling, he didn't retort. This allowed Huai Shi to take advantage of the situation.
The old man raised his head and looked at them indifferently. Finally, his gaze fell on Huai Shi. He nodded in understanding. "It seems that this is the new classical music teacher of the Ivory Tower? As expected of a former S-level member of the Heavenly Literature Association … … "
"I am still one now. Thank you."
Huai Shi added, "You forgot the titles of Disaster Musician, Abyss Cooking Demon, Legendary Investigator, and Prince of Paradise, as well as Jinling's Beheading King. In the future, when you introduce others, remember to introduce them all."
As he spoke, he pulled out a golden document from his pocket. "Now, I suspect that this is a premeditated and organized terrorist attack against the Heavenly Literature Association. Please immediately kneel down with your hands behind your head and cooperate with the Heavenly Literature Association's investigation and judgment. Otherwise, I have the right to kill you on the spot!"
In Huai Shi's hand, a heavy revolver spun nimbly at her fingertips, the pitch-black muzzle sweeping past each of her opponents.
His killing intent was drawn but not released.
"I've heard of the Heavenly Literature Association's reputation before."
The old man shook his head unconcernedly. "However, Mr. Huai Shi, you don't think that just because you brought up the Heavenly Literature Association's name, do you? Also, I'm an investigator of the South American branch of the Heavenly Literature Association … … Are you trying to scare me with a black letter? "
"There's no need for a black letter. This is enough."
Huai Shi raised his gun and pointed it at the old man's face. "Don't make me repeat myself. Put your hands behind your head and kneel down. Now, immediately, immediately!"
The answer to Huai Shi was a diamond that Pan Delong spun nimbly between his fingers.
It was about the size of a fist.
A large amount of tyrannical Origin Substance was bound within it. One could faintly see the blazing light and lightning. It was enough to incinerate the entire train.
"Are you sure you want me to let go?" Pan Delong took a step forward and asked mockingly, "I don't think there's anything wrong with everyone dying together. I've lived long enough. But it's a pity that there are so many students on the bus. "
"Then let go."
Huai Shi's heart did not waver in the slightest. Instead, he revealed Brother Wutong's signature expression. "Loosen one for me to see. Let's bet on whether you or I will die today."
"Alright, Huai Shi."
In the end, Andrea said, "Let them go."
In the silence, Huai Shi stared at the old man's eyes indifferently. After a long time, he smiled and put away the pistol, "I'm just joking. Why are you so nervous? Who doesn't know that I, the prince of paradise, Huai Shi, is the most soft-hearted person? He can't stand to see others bully the old, weak, sick, and disabled … Go, go, next time, come and play more often."
Pan Delong didn't say anything. He reached out and pressed on the doctor's body.
All of a sudden, the figures of these people became illusory.
At the last moment, as if by accident, the diamond actually fell out of his hand …
He seemed to be careless as well.
The gun in Huai Shi's hand just happened to be raised and aimed at the old man's face. It just happened to … … misfire.
Amidst the terrifying roar that shook the abyss, a tyrannical light burst out from the super-small trial device. The terrifying light beam that was enough to destroy the divine mark converged into a line and tore apart half of Pan Delong's face. After penetrating the deck, it flew out diagonally.
It seems that the sky was also cut by the sharp blade. The blazing light passed over the Huocheng-Fire City, which had been left behind, and slowly dissipated.
The screams stopped abruptly.
They had disappeared without a trace.
Before that, Raymond had already thrown the flail in his hand. The iron ball covered with barbs at the end of the chain suddenly opened a big mouth and swallowed the Origin Bomb that was about to explode.
A muffled sound.
Thick black smoke came out of Raymond's mouth and nose.
"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
He coughed, wiped his snot, and gasped. "This is just for show … … hahaha, but the smell is really strong."
Huai Shi's eyes widened.
It was the first time he saw someone swallow a bomb alive and not die.
He was shocked.
Why was this guy's stomach so good?
"It's normal, it's normal." Raymond wiped his face and looked at the Lord of the Flies in Huai Shi's hand greedily. "Where did you buy this thing? Can you let me play with it? I'll just touch it … … "
"You're playing with your horse!"
Beelzebub was furious. "Stinky brother, stop dreaming!"
Before it continued to spit out more fragrance, Huai Shi hurriedly stuffed it back into the bag and smiled apologetically at Raymond. "Sorry, it has a bad temper."
"I'll carve you —"
Before Huai Shi could finish, he heard a sharp voice roaring angrily. It was the flail in Raymond's hand.
Hammerhead, which was covered with barbs, opened its mouth and began to curse. However, before it could finish its sentence, Redmond grabbed a table and stuffed it into its mouth.
The two looked at each other, and their awkward expressions became more subtle.
They patted each other's shoulders to show sympathy.
Life wasn't easy … …
"It's a pity that these bastards ran away."
Before comforting the students and cleaning up the mess, Huai Shi couldn't help but sigh.
"It's okay."
Andrea calmly blew out the flame on her fingertips. Her voice was filled with malice. "You're making it sound like only the Ivy League would attack … Pfft, when I went to bomb those little bitches at Imperial University, they were still in preschool."
"… …"
Huai Shi's face twitched.
Is the academic world so crazy when it comes to persecuting each other?
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Above the endless sea of fire, the eternal black clouds suddenly shook, and a huge scarlet airship broke through the clouds.
In the living room inside the airship, there was a flash.
The members of the troupe suddenly appeared. Then, Pan Delong fell on his back, and hot blood gushed out from the charred wound on his head.
The mask was broken.
Serious injury!
No, it should be said … … he was not far from death.
It was just one blow.
The scholars who rushed to rescue him suddenly gasped: If they didn't come back quickly, he would have died in half a minute.
"Don't panic, leave a few people to give me first aid, Harley Quinn also needs surgery —"
Pan Delong, who should have died immediately, now ordered, "Doctor, you and the colonel go and report to the vice principal. The other teachers should also be waiting, don't delay."
"Since the Ivory Tower has asked for reinforcements, it's not enough to rely on our second batch of reinforcements. We should immediately organize the third batch of reinforcements. In any case, the Twilight Village can't fall into the hands of the Ivory Tower. Otherwise, our years of efforts will be in vain. "
In the end, his expression became gloomy, "Also, remind the vice principal to be vigilant and prevent the Ivory Tower from attacking … …"
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The dipping pen trembled and moved away from the picture.
A face looked down and drew closer. It furrowed its brows. "The word 'attack' in 'attack' is written incorrectly … Forget it, I'll just make do with it. It's time for the exciting little monster to make its debut."
So, the original draft that had just been drawn was taken off the drawing board.
Just in the midst of the boiling lava not far away, the sound of an airship whistling past came from above and gradually went away.
On the stone mountain, the artist who drew the scene hummed a song and flipped through his material book. His fingers swept across the settings of the huge monsters one by one, and finally stopped on a monster that looked like a wolf and a dragon.
"Aha, the inspiration for the night of the witch, this is it!"
Kelly Christian, the head of the oil painting class from the Ivory Tower and a temporary guest cartoonist, nodded happily and picked up the brush again —
So, in the violent sea of fire in the distance, a pair of huge eyes slowly opened.
It was hungry.
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Since then, no more accidents happened.
The only problem was that the depth of the Hell of Hesitation deepened, and many students had allergic reactions.
However, this was not a big deal for the Ascenders. It was just like altitude sickness, and they would be fine after resting for a day or two. If that did not work, they could just take an oxygen tank and take some medicine.
In this way, about forty hours later, the train smoothly passed through the two gates and the road signs, and appeared in the dilapidated temporary station.
They had arrived early.
But for some reason, after stopping for a long time, the platform was still empty.
Under the noon sun, there was no one.
The Village of Dusk was exceptionally quiet at this moment.
Only dust silently sprinkled down from the cracks of the windshield overhead, dancing in the sunlight.
No one came to pick them up, and there was no one left in the entire station. And here, the deep interference was too serious, and the radio system could not contact the people in the division.
For a moment, no one knew what to do.
They were a little lost and hesitant.
In the eerie silence, only the decadent and bleak scene outside the window could be seen. The entire station seemed to have been abandoned. Even after Raymond shouted a few times with the loudspeaker, no one responded.
They seemed to have been abandoned.
When they thought that this was the Hell of Hesitation, all the reinforcements felt a burst of uneasiness from the bottom of their hearts.
And when Huai Shi volunteered to get off the train to investigate, he was stopped by Andrea.
"Wait a minute, look at that —"
Andrea raised her hand and pointed at the hanging sign outside the window.
As if afraid that they could not see it, several signs were either hanging or inserted everywhere on the platform, but most of them had begun to fade, and it was difficult to distinguish the words on them.
They could only guess and analyze.
[Please don't get off the train!!!]
The words "Don't get off the train" were specially marked in red and bold. There was even a stone tablet next to it with the same words written on it.
They couldn't wait to paste this line of words on their faces.
But it had been too long since they had been maintained. Those signs were either dim and faded, or directly decayed and broken. There were not many that could be recognized, and only a few could be vaguely seen.
[No matter what happens, don't get off the train. Please pull down the curtains and maintain the temperature and artificial light.]
[Don't get off the train.]
[Pull down the curtains!!]
[Maintain the temperature!!!]
[Maintain the internal lighting!!!]
Several warning slogans were written directly on the ground, but only faint traces were left, and they were almost indistinguishable. Only the words on the stone tablet were still clearly visible.
In addition to repeatedly emphasizing these few words, there was only one last solemn exhortation left.
[Waiting for dusk.]
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After the third watch, thank you for the reward, the second Silver Alliance. I was so happy that I couldn't sleep last night ~
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