Ghost Stories Livestream: A Forced Kiss at the Start Leads to an SSS-Level Bizarre and Viral Attack

She was only concerned about those 5 points of favorability; the privilege ability was really useful.

These interesting abilities were more appealing to her than the buzzing flies on the roadside.

Jiang Yan did not respond to her for the first time, a glint of white light flashing in her cold eyes.

Li Bing's gray eyes flickered, as if some kind of constraint was loosening.

"No, stop hitting me, no, it wasn't me." He begged repeatedly, his hand trembling as he pointed at You Ning.

"yes...."

The eerie aura emanating from You Ning suddenly fluctuated violently, and she instantly transformed into a different person.

A red light flashed in her eyes, and she whispered a command.

He killed himself.

Li Bing's pupils became blurry again as he twisted his neck.

The sudden change made Qin Yu realize what was happening.

Control is bizarre!

How did he get here? Someone seems to be controlling something strange.

Although Li Bing was strange, Qin Yu still felt a little uneasy watching him die in front of her.

He also said he would buy him some water.

"It was you who did this!"

Qin Yu raised the knife in his hand, wishing he could also stab You Ning a couple of times to vent his anger.

You Ning took two steps back in fear. "Wh-what do you mean? I just escaped death. I didn't do anything!"

She covered her face and wept, tears streaming down her face. "I just wanted to save people, so I said the wrong thing in my haste. What did I do wrong?"

"Stop making excuses! If you can control the supernatural, his sudden suicide must be because you were afraid he would identify you." Qin Yu rarely had a moment of brilliance, and he hit the nail on the head.

You Ning shook her head helplessly, "How could I control the supernatural for so long? Everyone knows that I could only control the supernatural to protect myself for a minute before."

"If I truly possessed such strength, why would I risk injuring myself?"

"Shut up, if you want to die, don't drag others down with you!" Xiangzi roared.

The security guard's heavy breathing was getting closer and closer.

He slowly turned his head, dragging the iron rod in his hand as he strode towards the noisy area.

"Bad student! Running away from school is not allowed!"

Qin Yu's heart skipped a beat.

Oh no, he completely forgot about this huge guy!

DouDou tugged at Qin Yu's clothes and pointed to the door, "Brother Qin Yu, let's run quickly, Sister Su Yuan has already left."

"Let's go outside first and talk about it then," Xiangzi said.

They've left?

Qin Yu turned around, but Su Yuan was nowhere to be seen.

He said fiercely to You Ning, "You just wait. Once we get out of the dungeon, I'll definitely report you to the Federal Bureau!"

The security guard was almost in front of her when Qin Yu took off running as fast as she could.

At that moment, he was incredibly grateful to that violent PE teacher; his running speed had been forced out of him by the teacher.

Several people gradually fled the campus.

You Ning was the last one; she almost got caught up several times.

She managed to stumble to the door with a brief moment of control, and at that moment she was extremely grateful for her control ability, otherwise she would have already been a corpse under the iron rod.

Just as she was about to step out the door, a hand reached out from outside and pushed her directly to the ground.

The security guard behind her was less than two meters away, and his long iron bar was already raised high, ready to stab her at any moment.

She glared at Su Yuan with a ferocious expression, "Su Yuan!"

At the same time.

The script ended, and they appeared on the stage.

The audience was packed with students, and the judges stood in the front row, all applauding as the actors appeared on stage.

The teacher's eyes bulged out and drooped on his grayish-green face. He glanced at all the actors and nodded in satisfaction.

The voice was slow and grating, like a stuck tractor, "Congratulations, you have fulfilled the script's requirements."

The survival rate of performers in the scripted world is less than one in ten.

Some of them were forced to die because of the script.

Some, however, failed to meet the final conditions of the script and were subsequently executed on the spot by the judges for blasphemy against art.

But when Su Yuan walked out of the performance hall, those people who were supposed to be dead reappeared intact on campus.

Same skin, but different kinds of eeriness.

Su Yuan couldn't help but have a bold conjecture.

The students in this school are living, breathing human beings.

The reason why all students in this school, regardless of their rank, can maintain their human form is that this human form itself is real human skin.

Like a Möbius strip, the event of graduation keeps repeating itself.

Stepping out of the performance hall, time resumed.

A wave of fatigue and drowsiness, several times stronger than before, instantly swept over me.

The entire campus fell asleep.

[The host is currently in a deep sleep; the host's body has been awakened.]

In my mind, the system's voice was clear and powerful.

Su Yuan's consciousness returned.

She felt herself being held firmly by Jiang Yan.

After a while, she was placed on the bed.

Jiang Yan's hands were extremely cold, and he couldn't feel any warmth at all, but the moment he touched her skin, his heart involuntarily raced, and his palms became burning hot.

He took Su Yuan's hand, his gestures solemn, the pressure neither too light nor too heavy.

He gently placed a kiss on her palm.

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Qin Yu gradually guessed the final answer while Su Yuan pretended to be "mentally challenged".

"Wow, you're so smart!" Su Yuan raised her hand and clapped.

Qin Yu looked distressed.

This kind of flattery is more like a series of resounding slaps to one's own face.

He didn't understand why Sister Yuan wanted to use him to say the answer, even though he clearly felt that Sister Yuan knew everything.

Flyers printed with the answers to the graduation exam were distributed.

Qin Yu received the test paper with a nervous heart.

He turned to look at Su Yuan, and finally decided to write down the answer according to his own ideas.

In a happy school, teachers do not discriminate based on students' grades.

Students will be equal and will not have any privileges.

Students have freedom and should not be unconditionally bound.

Students have choices, rather than being constrained.

Teachers should be free to do as they please, rather than being controlled.

If this is a truly happy school, I'd like to stay.

The moment the pen touched the paper, it began to disappear.

The red text of those rules that violated the underlying rules began to fade.

An outlier in the rules!

The students at the school were dominated by fear; they were afraid of death, yet they were trapped in a cycle of death.

After death, they are transformed into monsters that cannot see the light of day, waiting in the shadows for the next cycle.

The once-happy campus has turned into hell, repeatedly reenacting their misfortunes.

Perhaps from the very beginning, there was no killing in this instance; it was simply waiting for redemption.

The classroom scene began to blur.

The scene is stuck in a flashback.

The name of Huangquan High School has been changed to Huangquan Rehabilitation Center.

At the school gate, familiar faces appeared one after another.

They were verbally abused, beaten, and driven away by their parents.

"Get out there and reflect on your actions! If you don't learn your lesson, you're never allowed to come back!"

"Don't worry, leave the students to us, we'll definitely teach them well." The management staff at the rehabilitation center smiled and had the students taken to the school.

The gate was tightly shut.

Countless days and nights were filled with cries, the sound of whipping, and screams of agony.

The bodies were buried one by one.

They cried and begged to leave, but their hopes were dashed time and time again.

The teacher who helped the students escape was also buried in the school's flower bed.

The sign at the school gate still reads:

This is a school that can make people happy.