I, the Great Emperor Fengdu, are you trying to trick me into playing with strange rules?

"Explanation, my explanation is... It!"

Armin looked calm, his gaze frozen, and he grabbed the strange doll beside him.

The strange doll's abdomen was still oozing blood, sliding down Armin's fingers.

Hypertrophic sarcoma's gaze locked onto the weird doll.

The weird doll suddenly trembled, and the shaking was unprecedented.

A doll....

Everyone frowned, unable to stretch for a long time.

Now the scene is like guessing riddles, they are all in the dark, and they have become drummers.

[The principal asks you to continue to explain.] The

prompt sounded, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as long as it was right.

"You said that the praise is in the second chapter of the Ivy Code, then I have a question, who wrote this Ivy Code?"

Armin asked again.

Everyone listened silently, but their hearts became more and more confused.

Who else could write this kind of thing, it must have been written by the management.

[The principal said he wrote it.]

Hypertrophic sarcoma froze in place without the slightest movement, only the prompt sound kept answering.

"So... Who made this doll?

Armin's eyes were calm, looking at the strange doll that was trembling in his hand, without the slightest wave.

Once again, hypertrophic sarcoma answered his question.

But this time it was clear that it took a while for the time to sound.

[The principal said that he did it.]

It's more like a reluctant admission.

It can be clearly seen that after the players heard this prompt sound, the two eyebrows were almost twisted together.

The horrors and weirdness around them were temporarily thrown aside.

They felt that they had sunk deeper into the whirlpool, and they were firmly under control, and even if they wanted to look up at the scene beyond the whirlpool, they could not do it.

The more you struggle, the deeper you sink.

The more they think about it, the more puzzled they become.

Doll... Rules... Praise...

"Okay, in that case, what are you making of a doll from?"

The air fell silent....

The chime did not sound....

The only sound that came out of the entire classroom was the blood of the weird doll, the ticking sound.

After about two minutes...

The chime sounds.

The pupils of the [people]

suddenly shrank to the size of pinpoints, as if they had thought of something, and stared at the booklet on the table.

The Ivy League Code, the only reading material for Ivy League Middle School.

Spooky dolls, weird and weird in the school.

Why is such a book in the belly of a doll

? It can't be said that it was stuffed into this fat sarcoma, right

? And since this doll is made of people, who

are they used? Why are they examinees?

The task assigned by the strange will is to expose the lie.

The answer is obvious.

This exam is more like a screening, screening who is more delicious.

If it is unpalatable and in bad condition, it will be disposed of directly.

What is delicious and good will be presented to the most powerful.

And the remaining ten of them were the last delicacies to be served.

The so-called praise is probably just a beginning.

Right or wrong, the end is a death.

And the dead person, I'm afraid that the skin was ripped off by this disgusting sarcoma, and the body was dismembered and made, such a weird "human skin doll"

! Damn!

Thinking about this, the player's eyes welled up with panic, and his breath trembled slightly.

If that's the case, even if they complete the task of exposing the lie, they won't be able to get out of this classroom alive

! In the end, the only ones who can survive are those who didn't follow them outside!

The eyes of the players showed irrepressible remorse.

But

these people don't know that those so-called players who stayed outside to watch have been cleared out by the surging weirdness in the campus not long ago.

As for why the chime didn't sound....

It's worth thinking about.

[The headmaster's patience is about to run out, he will only give you one last chance and will not answer any more questions from you.]

Hypertrophic sarcoma stepped forward slightly, and it didn't seem to have changed, but it did move.

It also bodes well... I'm afraid that next, this hypertrophic sarcoma is about to start.

Armin didn't seem to be flustered at all, still with a calm face and a calm mouth.

"According to the praise of the second chapter of the Ivy Code, you bless the students, and the students obey you.

"But the definition of praise is to praise and praise, to praise one's qualities, to praise one's merits.

"This is not a praise, but a naked mandatory clause

" "Students cannot have their own thoughts, they can only take obedience to you as their only idea."

"There can be no freedom in school, freedom can only be given by you, defined by you.

"You treat your students like objects, but you ask them to treat you like gods.

"This school is like a farm, and everyone is your plaything.

"It's not a celebration at all, it's clearly self-righteous... Litter.

As Armin's last words fell, a hint of the will of the strange story sounded.

[Lie exposed, mission completed

] [Automatic teleportation after sixty-four hours

] [Survivors will gain abilities, and strange tales of the dead will come] [

Good luck to everyone!]

The players who are still alive are not happy at all, their faces are full of fear, and they look at the sarcoma on the podium with a worried mood.

Because....

[The headmaster is angry, and he wants to kill you all.]

This is the first time there has been such a straightforward prompt.

It can be seen from this that what kind of danger they are about to face next.

At the same time, the players were bitter, and they couldn't help but curse angrily, that damn weird talk game.

It's okay to let them do this kind of mission with almost no clues, and after completing the task, they still don't transfer them and ask them to live for a specified time limit?!

Where the is this called a game? This is simply a one-sided killing!

Strange talk game, have you really considered letting the player get out alive? A

seed was planted deep in everyone's hearts, and at the same time, they were desperate and fearful, but they could not do anything about their fate.

for they are weak, because they are deceivable.

The one who decides the rules is always only the strong, and the weak can only obey the rules.

Even if this rule...

On the podium, the hypertrophic sarcoma began to change strangely, and I saw that the layers of sarcoma-like pieces of flesh that had piled up on its body began to wriggle and gradually fall.

Soon, the ground was filled with a large patch of sarcoma, like the intestines of animals, intertwined with roots and emitting a disgusting stench.

Looking at the image of the fat sarcoma, it has become a skeleton, with a clearly visible bone outline, surrounded by a thin layer of skin, and the eyes are dark and hollow, lifeless.

And when the last piece of sarcoma fell off its body, its shriveled body clicked like a large piece of bone, colliding back and forth.

It moved....

And it moves fast....