Thriller Hunting Program

Qin Ce gave Ling Cheng Mu Wan a high bun, which complemented her slender and elegant neck, which matched the skirt very well.

With the last thirty seconds left, he opened the small box on the dresser and drew her eyebrows in dark gray.

With creamy orange lipstick on his fingertips, he brushed lightly on her lips.

Even though she couldn't see it, Ling Chengmu roughly understood what he was doing, and she was speechless.

"Qin, are you playing makeup games here while I'm blind?"

"Actually, I didn't change much."

What he said was true, she was a natural beauty, and she was bright enough to wear Fendai lightly, and she would shine no matter where she stood.

If you don't know the truth, I'm afraid it's hard for anyone to imagine that it is such a beauty who has lived in the shadow of a sea of ​​knives for half her life, killing ghosts and beheading monsters without even blinking an eye.

Qin Ce put his hands on the back of the chair and stared at Ling Chengmu in the mirror, his eyes were quiet and sad until the countdown reached zero.

The space in the dressing room began to compress rapidly, he took her hand and pushed open the door leading to the outside world.

In the hall, the lights are brilliant, the music is flowing, and the marble floor reflects the light and shadow. There are countless young boys and girls dressed up and dancing in pairs in the center of the dance floor.

In an ordinary school, this was originally just a normal dance, but unfortunately Hongfeng High School was not, so the atmosphere that was incompatible with the hunting plan was extremely strange.

Ling Chengmu listened to the music and was a little puzzled.

"how many people?"

"Hundreds of people are dancing."

She sneered: "I don't believe it, this is the fourth night, and suddenly there is a simple sorority party."

"It's not time yet, we just have to wait."

"The process of waiting is too boring, I have to do something."

"Then..." Qin Ce pondered for a while and asked calmly, "Why don't we go to a dance?"

"…"

He waited for a long time without seeing her answer, and his voice couldn't help but lower a little: "Don't want to?"

"It doesn't matter." Ling Chengmu told the truth, "But I'm good at killing people, but not very good at dancing."

"I can teach you."

"That's fine."

She put her hand in his palm and walked with him to the dance floor.

She didn't know who's huge top hat was around, the brim of the hat rubbed against her neck, she turned her head to one side, and then felt Qin Ce raised his hand to block the other side for her.

Qin Ce's hand was around her waist, and the other hand held hers, guiding her to follow his dance steps.

Ling Chengmu really didn't know anything about this, and made mistakes many times, but in the end, he was always led back to the right track.

Her skirt slid across the light waves in mid-air, like the ripples of the autumn lake, fainting like a phantom.

The tassels of feathers adorning her hair were also stained with the scent of orange blossoms.

She was so close to him, as if he was in his arms.

For a moment in a trance, Qin Ce vaguely recalled that in his countless cold and desperate nights, in his never-ending nightmares, had there been small but warm promises that were forgotten.

Did he really want to see someone wearing a dress like this, or did he owe someone an unfinished dance.

Unfortunately, the story ends before the music starts.

Sensing that the fingers on his waist tightened slightly, Ling Chengmu stopped dancing and almost stepped on his feet.

She instinctively leaned back, and the next second she was firmly supported by him.

She thought thoughtfully: "Did you remember something?"

"I always feel like I should be thinking of something, but in fact I can't remember anything."

"Then don't think about it, there are more important things now."

Because she smelled blood.

The lights on the dance floor dimmed a little, and then turned from dim yellow to dark red, like a dark cloud, everything became unusual.

On the snow-white walls with ribbons and murals hanging on all sides, blood gradually seeped out from the gaps and spread into irregular shapes.

The crystal chandelier above his head showed fine cracks, and the cashmere carpet under his feet was wet as if soaked with blood.

The soothing piano music came to an abrupt end.

The men and women dancing in the hall all stopped dancing and turned to this side in unison.

Masks come off their faces.

There were only flesh-and-blood, peeled-off faces revealed.

They grinned.

This is an invitation from hell.

Inside the teaching building.

Wu Shijiu and Lu Ling were blocked into a classroom. Outside were a large number of ghost students in red maple uniforms. A grand symphony.

They died in any way, they were strangled to death, the back of their head was smashed to death, they were stabbed to death, they were poisoned to death with black and purple all over their body...

From the crack of the door, the scene was horrible.

The two blocked the door with desks and chairs, and put their weight on them, desperately resisting the impulsive force of the ghost students.

Wu Shijiu's speed shoes rubbed the ground into flames, and she collapsed and yelled.

"Is this too much?!"

"This is only the fourth night, there will be more on the last night." Lu Ling gritted his teeth fiercely, "According to my experience, the system may not pass the players at all on the last night, it will let all players go to night training, and then Night camp is a battle royale."

"I.Fuck! It's just this wall-breaking system, you still work for it, I think you are also a sand dollar!"

"?" Lu Ling got angry, "You still scold me? Who am I working for now? It's not for you!"

"It's like if you fail the mission, you won't die!"

"I won't die with you, a mad woman!"

"If there is a chance to sell my teammates, I will be the first to sell your chicken!"…

It was too late to say that, and the opportunity to sell teammates came.

The ghost students outside gathered more and more, and this classroom door could no longer withstand the huge impact and collapsed.

Wu Shijiu reacted quickly. One second before she was hit by the door panel, she jumped and jumped directly to the fan on the ceiling of the classroom.

At the same time, she grabbed Lu Ling's hand by the way, and pulled Lu Ling away from the claws.

Lu Ling was about 1.8 meters tall, and her weight was naturally not light, and she almost dislocated her small arm.

She wailed: "My surname is Lu! Meeting you is my sin!"

Lu Ling suddenly raised his head: "Let go! The fan can't hold us back!"

"...Why are you taking the initiative to apply for death?"

However, Wu Shijiu hadn't had time to think about letting go. Unfortunately, the fan fell off by itself.

So the two of them, together with the fan, fell into the team of ghost students together.

Lu Ling carried Wu Shijiu with one hand and manipulated the boomerang with the other hand, severing the heads of several ghost students around.

The stench of blood splattered all over him, and he subconsciously blocked Wu Shijiu, but he didn't let her touch it at all.

"Ah—grandma is fighting with you!"

Wu Shijiu's scream made the sound of a dolphin. She suddenly picked up the chair next to her, swung it around, and smashed a ghost student who was rushing in front.

Lu Ling: "…"

Niubi.

He used eighteen martial arts to chop and slash, and guard Wu Shijiu all the way to the window sill, signaling anxiously.

"This is the third floor. You can jump out with those speed shoes, right? Jump!"

"how about you?"

"I cover! I'll give you a **** cover!"

Before he finished speaking, he used his backhand to smash the glass.

Wu Shijiu glanced downstairs quickly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"I don't owe you so much."

Lu Ling hadn't figured out what she meant when he suddenly felt his waist tighten, and she was hugged tightly by her waist.

Wu Shijiu leaned back decisively, and took him down from the window before the ghost students rushed up.

The speed shoes were cushioned when they landed, but after all, the weight of the two of them exceeded the load. At the critical moment, Lu Ling forcibly adjusted the position with her and put himself under her.

Wu Shijiu said "Oops" and stretched out her hand to protect the back of his head, her forehead suddenly bumped into his chest.

"...Not dead? Not dead?"

Lu Ling was speechless: "Are you looking forward to my death?"

"Don't die here!"

At this time, those ghost students, like dumplings in boiling water, jumped out of the window one after another, their faces bloodied under the moonlight.

Lu Ling got up, and he weighed the boomerang in his hand, ready to charge for a blow.

result…

Wu Shijiu pulled his collar and ran wildly.

"Dangerous! Retreat—!!"

"...Why the **** are you here again?!"

On Ling Chengmu and Qin Ce's side, the massacre on the dance floor was in the white-hot stage.

Flayed faces, skull-patterned masks, blood-soaked gowns, long knives ground from bones.

Hundreds of ghosts in disguise look like a Halloween carnival, giving people the illusion that they can't be killed no matter how much they kill.

The swinging stick rotated several times in Qin Ce's palm, castrated like the wind, and instantly shattered the skull of the male ghost in the knight costume in front of him.

He dodged closer to Ling Chengmu, and threw the stick in front of her.

Ling Chengmu jumped up on the swinging stick, identified the position according to the sound, and the blade of the blind stick popped out, splitting the other female ghost in a dress in half from top to bottom.

The blood lit up one after another, and the two of them stepped on the ground with stumps and shredded flesh, turning the entire dance floor into an asura field.

By the end, blood had accumulated on the blind stick, so smooth that it was almost impossible to hold.

Just as Ling Chengmu wiped her sleeves, she suddenly felt a different sound from the wind on her side, and a female ghost had already rushed her towards the nearest wall.

The back of her head hit the wall, and the edge of the other's cold and sharp mask was stuck between her neck.

... The next moment, the female ghost's head was forcibly broken from behind.

Qin Ce stepped forward quickly, put his hands on her shoulders, and looked down.

"Are you all right?"

The sternness in his eyes faded, only when he looked at her, the ice and snow melted away, leaving only the indescribable complexity and worry.

He didn't try to hide his emotions because he was sure she couldn't see at the moment.

But what he didn't expect was that just now, she saw it.

The sight changed from blurry to clear, and it didn't take a long time for Ling Chengmu to narrow her eyes, and coincidentally, she could see Qin Ce's expression.

She was silent for a while, then looked down, and then saw the orange-pink veil dress she was wearing.

...well, very vegetarian.

this liar.

She suddenly pushed him away, the blind stick took the momentum of a dragon going out to sea, and pierced the two female ghosts behind him who wanted to sneak attack.

She closed the knife neatly and glanced sideways at him.

"This dress is beautiful and matches my name."

"…"

Qin Ce knew that she had regained her sight, and he stared at her, speechless for a moment.

Ling Chengmu took off the fringed decoration in her hair and threw it aside, and tore off the feathers that were getting in the way of her skirt.

She wiped the blood on the blade and walked forward, but she didn't know what to think in the middle, and her footsteps paused.

She turned around and looked at him again from a distance.

With a smile in her tone, she called his name seriously and calmly.

This call means a lot.

She said, "Qin Ce, do you like me?"