Chapter 7

Darkness enveloped dormitory 234, the fire flickered, and the pen tip slowly rotated. Whenever it pointed to a person during rotation, the black fog surged once.

Luo mang is reckless. He hesitated when he met a life-threatening game this time.

He asked himself, do you want to gamble?

At this time, Luo mang found that the nib stopped in his direction when it turned for the fourteenth turn.

Chen Xi, Hu Jing and Zhou Wenbin's eyes fell on Luo mang. Luo mang is the number one fierce man in dormitory 234. He is tall and powerful. He is a sportsman in the school sports meeting.

Feeling his roommate's eyes, Luo Mang's thick nerves thought for the first time that life was not dangerous, but that men should not be counselled.

"It's grandma's. I've never been afraid of anyone in my life. Isn't it the curse of supernatural games? Come on!"

Luo mang grinned and casually pulled out an embarrassing story. "When I was 18, I jumped into the smelly ditch to touch the mouse, took it home and baked it. It was crunchy."

Chen Xi thought Luo mang would counselle, but he didn't expect this guy's embarrassment to come.

Who is eighteen years old and jumps into the smelly ditch?

But when Chen Xi thought it was luomang, it was really possible.

Poof, Hu Jing laughed loudly, and then the room chief laughed loudly.

The original silent and repressive atmosphere was destroyed.

"Luo Mang, you won't really jump. How can I sound like that?"

"Go, don't make trouble." Luo mang put on an expression of who is serious and who is anxious with me.

Poof, Luo Mang's candle also completed the self extinguishing step.

After Chen Xi smiled, he said seriously, "be careful, Luo mang. The punishment should come soon."

Luo mang is ready. In the surprised eyes of his roommates, he puts out the standard action of squatting start, and is ready to start in an instant to hide from the knife.

However, the means of punishment is not limited to dropping the knife.

No, Chen Xi heard a sound of footsteps in the corridor. Someone was approaching here step by step.

Two, four, six.

The footsteps were so clear and powerful that all of Luo Mang's muscles were tight and ready to go wild at any time.

Three seconds later, footsteps stopped outside the dormitory door, and there were three clear knocks on the door.

Bang, bang, bang.

The knock was rhythmic, as if to calculate the time of knocking.

Luo mang took a deep breath, still holding the ready starting position, shouted at the door: "who!"

"Is Mr. Luo mang there? I have your takeout and spicy fried rice." Shouted the man outside the door.

Luo mang looked at Chen Xi who had a deep understanding of the midnight fierce pen game.

Chen Xi was also confused and shook his head to show that he didn't know.

"Why don't you look at your mobile phone and order takeout?" Chen Xi reminded.

After Chen Xi mentioned it, Luo Mang's face changed. "It seems that at 8:00 p.m., I ordered a fried rice takeout, but the takeout hasn't been delivered. I forgot about it. I should ask for a refund."

Hearing Luo Mang's words, the roommate's expression was very confused, "why do you order takeout?"

"Hungry." Luo mang doesn't think about cableway.

Chen Xi frowned secretly. Is it such a coincidence?

"Well, we should let the takeout go now. After all, we are still playing supernatural games..." Hu Jing whispered with a low sense of existence.

Luo Mang's eyes lit up and shouted directly, "yes, yes, students outside the door, I don't want takeout. Go back quickly!"

"Go back?" Asked the delivery man in a low voice.

Boom!

Thunder sounded outside the door.

"You let me go back?" The decibel of the takeout's voice suddenly increased by several grades.

"I worked hard for four hours to get it to the door of your dormitory.

Four hours!

You want me to take it back?

Why don't you give it a try?

Why don't you die! "

The roar was like thunder, which changed the faces of the four people.

Chen Xi frowned, looked around and picked up the fruit knife inserted into the ground.

When the fruit knife was pulled out, it was cold. Just staring at the edge, I couldn't help narrowing my eyes and didn't dare to face the edge of the edge.

"It seems that you can't escape. Take it, Luo mang. Stab him if necessary."

"Yes." Luo mang cancels the start and gets up to take the fruit knife with a dignified look.

GA, the dormitory door handle moved.

In full view of the public, no one opened the door for him. The door handle was moving, just like the windless rotation of a black pen, slowly twisting down.

Then the vermilion dormitory door was opened, and a figure of yellow takeout stood outside.

Boom!

The thunder flashed as bright as day.

The scene at the door is like a black-and-white old-fashioned photo. The delivery man's face is ferocious, his open eyes are full of blood, and his pupils are strange black and red.

In the twinkling of an eye, the takeout threw off the takeout box, put his right hand into the darkness, copied a dark iron bar from somewhere, and rushed over.

When Luo mang saw this, his heart and liver would jump out.

"Come on!" Chen Xi and the room chief both shouted.

Luo mang took a deep breath, picked up the chair with his left hand and threw it. His right hand firmly grasped the handle of the knife and strode forward.

Bang.

The delivery man hit the chair with a black stick, and the chair flew away.

The man in the Yellow takeout suit stepped down, shifted his weight back, and his body was slightly stiff.

It was the pause of this second that Luo mang came with a fruit knife that cut bricks like mud.

"Go to hell!"

Luo mang looked crazy and stabbed directly at his heart.

I saw a flash of cold.

Poof!

The fruit knife poked into the takeout man's heart, without any suspense!

Then Chen Xi, Zhou Wenbin and Hu Jing came in close succession, swinging chairs in their hands and smashing them violently.

Three times, the takeout was smashed without backhand. They directly fell to the ground, and the black stick also slipped.

The four did not dare to stop to take a breath. Luo mang kept locking the takeout's neck with his arm, and the room chief locked the takeout's arms.

Hu Jing sat down on the takeout's waist. Chen Xi picked up the black iron bar and was ready to hit people at any time.

The violent takeout was suppressed, unable to move.

Everyone is relieved. It should be safe.

Chen Xi took a look at the back of the takeout. There was a raised silver tip. A closer look was the tip of the fruit knife. It turned out that the fruit knife had pierced the takeout's body.

"Eh?"

There was no blood in the takeout man's wound, but a few wisps of black cut tobacco flew into the air and disappeared slowly.

Hearing Chen Xi's voice, everyone also looked at the takeout's wound.

The wound at the tip of the knife overflowed black smoke like catkins, slowly melted into the air and disappeared.

Takeout is not flesh and blood!

"Not alive!"

Luo Mang's hand trembled. What's the matter with this strange life.

In the face of the unknown, Luo mang was very upset. He was afraid that the takeout would suddenly turn into a special shape and tear the four people present directly.

"The goods are disappearing. You see, the loss of cut tobacco has accelerated."

The black cut tobacco at the wound rises more and more, and melts into the air to dissipate.

"Really." Chen Xi was surprised.

But then I think, when people bleed, they also flow more and more.

Are these catkins like cut tobacco the blood of this "person"?

After a while, the takeout had turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared.

Without the runaway takeout, the tension of the four slowed down slightly.

But before they could catch their breath, there was a cluck in the room - the black pen was turning!

The hearts of the four tightened again, and the game was still going on.

At present, there are two candles still burning, one is Hu Jing and the other is Chen Xi.

The four men were silent and returned to their positions.

During this period, Luo mang lifted his clothes and looked at his muscles. He was still a strong man with eight abdominal muscles. He could not see the specific enhancement effect. It was estimated that he would have to run a few laps to estimate whether his physical quality had been enhanced.

The black pen is still rotating and stops in the direction of Hu Jing's candle on the seventh lap.

Hu Jing's mouth was shaking. It took him a minute to say, "when I was nine, my mother bought me a girl's dress, a broken flower skirt, with photos."

After that, the candle continued to burn and did not go out.

The black pen began to rotate.

Chen Xi was stunned. The candle didn't go out and there was no supernatural punishment. The black pen began to rotate directly. What does it mean?

Hu Jing is telling the truth!

The mother who wants to make complaints about Hu Jing has the heart of his son's dress. What's more, three roommates are silent now.

It seems that Hu Jing didn't dare to play this game and chose to spend it safely.

After all, not everyone has the courage to take risks, Chen Xi said he understood.

The black pen moved slowly.

Seven laps, fourteen laps, twenty-one laps

This time, the black pen has been turning. After turning 28 circles, it is still moving. It doesn't mean to stop at all.

The darkness in the room surged quietly.

The light became dimmer.

The pace of time moves forward slowly.

Luo Mang, Hu Jing and Zhou Wenbin are a little sleepy looking at the black pen slowly turning around. They can't tell whether they are staring at the black pen or at them.

Gradually close your eyelids and lift your head like a fishing rod.

Chen Xi is also a little sleepy. He has been nervous for so long. He is tired all over. He really wants to lie in bed and sleep.

He closed his eyelids and his head dropped slightly.

Chen Xi suddenly felt something wrong.

Even if he is sleepy, he can't sleep. The game is not over yet. He should play this round completely, otherwise the game will make mistakes.

"Are you all sleepy? The game is not over yet. Don't sleep." Chen Xi reminded.

The eyelids of the three people didn't open after they closed. They seemed to be asleep and said in a dream: "HMM."

The black pen is still rotating. Chen Xi doesn't know the turn of the black pen because of the little nap just now.

One circle, two circles, or even dozens of circles behind, the black pen kept turning, without stopping to point to Chen Xi.

Chen Xi's head began to sweat.

The supernatural game went on here and began to play cards out of common sense.

Hasn't his curse been lifted yet?

Chen Xi thought for a moment, and then he just took another needle. Anyway, it doesn't take much trouble to drop blood.

So he took out a needle, pricked his finger, dropped a drop of blood on his candle again, and then pasted a band aid.

The flame of the candle was compressed into a ball again, and the blood rolled in it, dyed red and ready to bloom.

Also at this time, Chen Xi noticed that there was a cold line of sight in the room. He subconsciously glanced at the bottom of the opposite bed and couldn't help shrinking his pupils.

He saw an eye in the dark.

White eyes, black red pupils.

Looking at yourself.