Horror: In the beginning, she holds the mall and becomes a hunter

Chapter 14 Ivy High School (14)

Meng Zhi stood outside the crowd and coughed slightly when he heard the words. He was very open-minded and said, "If anyone in our class wants this spot, come and tell me and I will arrange it."

The students in Meng Zhi's class turned to look at her stiffly, then quickly looked away and pretended not to hear.

The short-haired man didn't care. He held a stack of paper in his hand and asked in the crowd: "Who is Zhong Sirang?"

Zhong Sirang, who was standing next to the book, raised his eyes, and the atmosphere around him was a bit cold.

I wanted to watch the fun, but I didn't expect to be cueed.

"I'm."

The short-haired man groaned, and then said in a loud voice: "Brother, your grades are among the top three in your grade these two times. You have to work hard to win the prize. We will protect you when the time comes."

Everyone's eyes turned to Zhong Sirang, and a player took a step forward: "If you don't agree, we will all have to finish the game. I advise you to think about it carefully."

As soon as this statement came out, many people followed suit and echoed: "Yes, this is all for everyone, you must not let it slip!"

Everyone in the crowd said something to each other, and began to kidnap people morally. Even if some players did not agree with this behavior, they could only remain silent.

They will really die because they can't get the Freshman Award.

Zhong Sirang smiled slightly and spoke slowly under the expectation of everyone: "What I do is my business, I don't need you to make the decision for me."

Then he slowly flattened the corners of his mouth, took a step back, and turned around to leave.

And shortly after he left, a sudden change occurred in the place where players gathered!
"Ahhh!" A male player sat down on the ground with tears and runny nose. His arm was chopped off by another player and fell to the ground, blood spilled all over the floor.

"Help! Help me!" His face was twisted in pain, but no one around him dared to step forward.

The player who took action had red marks all over his face, his eyes were filled with greed, and saliva fell from the corner of his mouth to the ground.He was lucid for a moment, but soon fell into a craving for food.

The poor player with a broken arm struggled to get up and staggered around, but in the end he couldn't avoid the mutated player.

Whichever way he runs, the onlookers will quickly disperse like hiding from evil spirits.

"It's so scary. Is that player crazy?"

"Let's run!"

"Stay away from me! Don't think I don't know you want to kill me!"

Some players are too fearful and do not realize that this is a symptom of contamination, only treating it as a struggle between players.

"Didn't you see the red marks on their faces? Is this because they have been assimilated?"

A strong man with tattoos heard this and patted his well-developed biceps: "Everyone has this thing. I think we will all turn into monsters when these red lines cover our faces."

Everyone was horrified when they thought about the consequences of having red streaks all over their face.

"It's over, it's over, let's find a way to solve this matter together." The short-haired man looked ugly. He just let it go if he was humiliated today. Such a flaw actually appeared in the meeting he chaired.

Next time he summons the players, he will definitely not get such a response.

"It's obvious that the player has turned into a monster, why don't you run away!" The short-haired man didn't intend to stay any longer. He said these words and walked towards the cafeteria.

There was something wrong with the food in the cafeteria, and he wanted to check it out!

As for this group of idiots who don't want to cooperate - mutation or not, they deserve it.

The sparse crowd dispersed with a bang, some ran away screaming, and some were wary of each other, fearing that the person walking with them was a monster.

"Don't leave me!" The man with the broken arm looked desperately at the players who were leaving. He closed his eyes with a firm expression, ready to die.The mutated player wiped his saliva, his eyes were dull, and murderous intent surrounded him: "If you don't sleep well, you are not a good student, damn it!"

His sharp nails cut through the air and stabbed forward, but were severely slapped down by a pointer.

The mutant's fingers were cut off neatly and fell to the ground. He turned around in pain and immediately calmed down when he saw Meng Zhi, a teacher. He lowered his head and said "Hello, teacher."

Meng Zhi stared at him faintly: "If you don't sleep well, you are not a good student and you deserve to die."

She sent this sentence to him intact, and the murderous intent in the mutant's eyes solidified into reality, and he muttered: "The teacher can be killed if he doesn't follow the rules..."

"I am obviously maintaining the stability of the campus! Go to hell! Go to hell!"

With his other hand, he took out a knife from his trouser pocket and stabbed Meng Zhi violently. Meng Zhi's pointer slapped him, and his movements stopped abruptly, and his skin was torn open by the slap.

The mutant stared blankly at the blood that was constantly flowing, and said in a daze: "Impossible, impossible, I obviously acted according to the teacher's code."

Meng Zhi smiled very kindly: "Good boy, you have to beat the teacher."

The teachers in this high school are in a position of oppression and leadership for the students. The teachers' code can restrict the teachers' behavior, but it is difficult to let the teachers die.

Schools favor teachers over students.

"Students of such a disrespectful teacher cannot stay."

Meng Zhi's smile made the mutant's hair stand on end. He winced, with tears of blood on his face: "I was wrong, don't kill me..."

Meng Zhi raised the whip and fell, the mutant's head was separated, and blood flowed downhill.

Red lines exploded on his face, and human eyes sprouted from his face and body, looking at the two people maliciously.

The moment he saw Meng Zhi, the malice in his eyes turned to anger, "Teacher Meng, you're out again."

Meng Zhi greeted him: "Principal Lin, you came out to express condolences to the students so late."

He vigilantly controlled the mutant's body to retreat, and instantly turned into blood and slowly flowed, and got into the sewer.

The player who fell to the ground struggled to get up. He was now in a miserable state and had nothing to repay the person who was willing to save him. He could only say thank you with tears in his eyes.

"If there is anything I can do to help you, please come to me!" Wan Hong bent down and said firmly.

Seeing that his consciousness was so high, Meng Zhi said with satisfaction: "The food in the canteen will increase pollution. You can go to the mall to buy food on credit."

Wan Hong paused and felt even more grateful to Meng Zhi. The boss was so kind and willing to teach him how to survive!
Meng Zhi personally secured an order and returned to the teacher's apartment humming a tune.

The next day, the person in charge of the canteen opened the door and poked his head in to see if Meng Zhi was there.

"Hey, what a coincidence, you're here too."

The devil's voice suddenly sounded, and the person in charge was frightened. He turned his head stiffly and smiled: "Teacher Meng, good morning."

Meng Zhi responded politely: "Good morning, hello to you."

After saying that, she stepped into the canteen before the person in charge like the owner of the canteen.

"Fifty meals first." Meng Zhi sat leisurely on his seat, staring at the person in charge.

A drop of sweat fell from the forehead of the person in charge, then he nodded and bowed, not daring to say a single complaint: "Okay, Teacher Meng."

But then again, when will his flashlight be returned? !
(End of this chapter)