Chapter 170： Cruel torture

"Why?" Ling Weifeng looked up a little groggy, and heard countless messy footsteps outside.

She turned her head to look out the corridor, and many students kept running in one direction, their expressions were very solemn.

"What's the matter?" The atmosphere is very strange, and it feels like something big has happened.

"I don't know how to say, something happened in the third grade teaching building, you go and have a look."

Ling Weifeng shook his heart, and suddenly raised it, the third grade teaching building, is it related to Prince Gu?

She asked nervously, "Is there something wrong with Emperor Xi?"

"No, this is the Xihuang Noble Academy, what can Master Xihuang do?"

"Then what are you talking about?" Ling Weifeng said as he got up, anxious on his face.

She said half of it was left half, and wanted to die her in a hurry, but her foot was still injured. Although she was able to walk, she limped very slowly. In the cool autumn weather, a ring of sweat suddenly appeared on her forehead.

"You slow down." Wang Jiaohua came over to help her, "Oh, I really don't know how to say it, anyway, you can see it."

Supported by Wang Jiaohua, limping all the way to the third teaching building of high school, Ling Weifeng found that everyone who saw her on the way took a step back with fear. It seemed that she was a terrible plague.

And those people looked at her with strange eyes.

She kept whispering in her heart, what kind of plane she was doing, and she took a nap for a while, how she felt that the sky had changed.

Before I reached the third teaching building, I found that the stairs and corridors were all crowded with people, and the bustling was very sensational.

Those who had circled the inner three circles and the outer three circles kept squeezing forward, trying to see clearly from a close distance.

However, when she saw her coming, all her complexions changed slightly, and then consciously stepped aside, and then looked at her with a very strange look.

Ling Weifeng squeezed to the front, and at a glance, he saw seven people on the opposite building with their hands tied with ropes and hung from the top of the building, just to the third floor.

Above each rope stood a man wearing a black suit and black sunglasses with a cold and solemn face.

She recognizes these people, they are all subordinates of the Royal Xi, and the totem of the Royal Xi is embroidered on the neckline of the suit.

Ling Weifeng's eyes widened. These seven people are not the same seven people who blocked her in the toilet yesterday.

Shenma situation!

At this time, these people all bowed their heads, like a dead body.

At this moment, the seven people in black standing on the top of the building suddenly grabbed the rope in front and shook them severely.

The seven people below it were also swaying constantly. The seven people who hadn't had any consciousness at this time all screamed.

"Ah—ah—ah—"

"Ah-forgive me, don't dare anymore..."

"Help...help...help..."

Ling Weifeng’s scalp was numb in the panic, and she just looked at the seven people in the air from a distance, being thrown around like broken leaves, she felt a deep feeling. Deep panic.

Death is not terrible. What's terrible is that you know that falling is death, but you can't be the master, always holding a heart, waiting for an unknown destiny.

Such torture can drive people crazy!

The people behind her all backed tremblingly, their faces were like vegetables, and they seemed to be frightened.

The seven people in front were struggling screaming, and Ling Weifeng saw their faces clearly. They were so terrible!

Don't talk about their mothers, I guess they can't even recognize themselves.