Folk Card Maker: Starting from Painted Skin.

Chapter 278 Deaths Are Increasing

After regaining his senses, Zhang Jingtian slowly stood up.

He felt he had to ask.

Otherwise, this question would have been lingering in his mind, tormenting him.

The only person he can find now is the principal of the Shanghai Card Academy.

Zhang Jingtian was standing at the door of the principal's office at this moment.

Actually, the Shanghai Card Room is still peaceful and serene.

This is normal. After all, those Scourge legions are not stupid. They will definitely invade places where ordinary people gather first.

As for places like the Shanghai Card Room, they simply cannot enter in the short term.

Even if they do come, they will definitely be eliminated immediately.

Zhang Jingtian sighed and knocked on the door anyway.

Then, the office door opened.

A man walked out from inside.

He is the principal of the Shanghai Card Academy, a top-tier card maker, and one of the strongest people in Shanghai.

When he saw Zhang Jingtian, there was no surprise in his eyes, as if he had already guessed that Zhang Jingtian would appear here.

"You're still here."

When he saw Zhang Jingtian, he specially made him a cup of tea.

Zhang Jingtian squinted his eyes and didn't drink a drop.

Because he knew that he hadn't come here just to chat with the principal.

After seeing this, the principal continued, "I know you must be complaining, and you probably don't understand why we have to open the sealed gate."

Zhang Jingtian shook his head: "I actually understand that the Gate of Seals has now become a burden."

The lives of ordinary people are no longer our concern. We need to fully unleash the military's fighting capacity and use it for more useful purposes.

When the principal heard this, he was stunned for a moment. He hadn't expected that Zhang Jingtian had already figured it out himself.

If that's the case, why did he come looking for me?
"If that's the case, then what exactly do you want to do?"

The principal couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Jingtian shook his head: "I just feel that, rationally speaking, I know that all these decisions are justified. But I also feel that if we are all so rational and no longer care about the lives of ordinary people, then what's the difference between us and those natural disaster legions?"

Even if we really were going to open the sealed gate, why didn't we tell them beforehand, at least giving them some time to prepare?

The principal chuckled softly: "Yes, I understand what you're thinking. I was just like you when I was young. I thought I was a genius, so I had higher expectations for myself."

I might even proactively take on responsibilities that aren't actually mine.

But later, I slowly realized that I simply couldn't do it. The responsibilities and the pressure were too much for me; I couldn't handle that much.

We no longer have the strength to protect ordinary people.

As for reminding them, do you think it would be useful? How far can they run in a day? How far can those monsters run?
For them, living in constant fear of dying is worse than simply being dead!

Zhang Jingtian couldn't refute it.

He stood up: "Yeah, I know that too. I just wanted to talk to someone. After I talked it out, I felt a little better."

Later, we can kill those monsters and avenge them.

The principal finally laughed: "Yes, our goals should be bigger. At the very least, we can avenge them."

If we continue to maintain the sealed gate, in the end, we'll probably all die.

After saying this, Zhang Jingtian left the principal's office. The principal, arms crossed, sighed.

In truth, he didn't know whether they would be able to avenge those who had died.

But at least, you need to have a good goal, right?
For the next few days, Zhang Jingtian did not go out, but instead went into seclusion to cultivate.

He knew very well that even if he went out and saved a few more people at this moment, what difference would it make?

Can he really keep them by his side forever?

At this point, the only thing he should do is improve his strength and break through to the next level as soon as possible.

Perhaps only when he truly becomes a god-level card maker, with all his god cards, will he have a chance to defy fate!
How could Zhang Jingtian have evolved so quickly in just a few days?

However, someone still managed to call Zhang Jingtian out of his dormitory room.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Jingtian asked, looking at Bai Xiaoyue in front of him with a puzzled expression.

Bai Xiaoyue shook her head: "Ding Xiaoyu, he, he's dead."

The moment this news appeared, it was like a needle suddenly piercing Zhang Jingtian's body.

Zhang Jingtian bit his lip, deep in thought.

For example, why did Ding Xiaoyu die?

And, who exactly killed Ding Xiaoyu?

But in the end, only two words came out of Zhang Jingtian's mouth:
Where did he die?

Bai Xiaoyue shook her head:
"I don't know, I just heard it from someone else."

After speaking, Bai Xiaoyue lowered her eyes, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

She really wanted Zhang Jingtian to go with her.

However, she knew that the gap between her and Zhang Jingtian's strength was too great, and she had no right to ask Zhang Jingtian to do such a thing.

“I’m leaving. I know you two are close, that’s why I came here specifically to talk to you about this.”

Zhang Jingtian hummed in agreement: "Where are you going?"

Bai Xiaoyue swayed slightly and slowly spoke:

“I’m going home. You know, there’s no point in staying at school anymore. I want to be with my family.”

Of course, Zhang Jingtian also knew that there was another reason why the other party went back: to be under the protection of their family.

Meanwhile, more and more students began to leave the Shanghai Card Academy.

Many people know that even if they go home, they may not actually survive.

At least he died with his family.

Zhang Jingtian also found out the reason why Ding Xiaoyu got into trouble.

Ding Xiaoyu actually joined a strange organization.

He died while handling matters for that organization.

Zhang Jingtian stroked his chin: "Have you heard of this organization?"

Finally, Zhang Jingtian managed to find the organization by following the clues from a card maker in the Card Makers Association.

The School of Miracles.

To be honest, Zhang Jingtian felt that the name was not very serious.

He even began to suspect that Ding Xiaoyu might have been unable to withstand the pressure of reality and ultimately chose to join a cult.

(End of this chapter)