novelhk Chapter 73 The school has time-traveled again!
Chapter 73 The school has time-traveled again!
While Zhao Yanzhi and his group were still upstairs questioning their existence, Jiang Ming felt as if his brain had been thrown into a washing machine and churned.
But he cannot fall.
At least we cannot fall before these wolf carcasses and dozens of terrified eyes.
"Stop looking."
Jiang Ming's voice came through the mask, carrying the cold, hard texture unique to metal, without a trace of weakness, "Old Wang, Old Li, you two stay and help Zhao Yanzhi and the others deal with the battlefield."
Wang Yang was still immersed in the afterglow of the "gravity suppression" he had just experienced when he heard the order. He immediately snapped out of it, grabbed his axe, and scurried over.
"Alright, Brother Jiang! What about these..." He pointed to the several female students' corpses on the ground, their faces mangled beyond recognition, and the mangled body of the guy who was still recognizable as having dark skin, "What do we do with these people?"
Jiang Ming glanced at it.
"Throw it out."
Without the slightest hesitation.
"Otherwise, won't they just stay in the building and let maggots infest and stink?"
Upon hearing this, the few bolder girls behind them quietly moved closer to Wang Yang and Li Bin.
In their eyes, Jiang Ming at this moment was more terrifying than those man-eating wolves.
But no one dared to refute it.
That dark-skinned international student who was shouting "the law doesn't punish the masses" during the day still had his head a few meters away.
"Yes, sir!"
Wang Yang didn't think there was anything wrong with it. In this godforsaken place, dead people were the most worthless trash. Being able to make use of them to attract potential enemies outside the building was already their greatest act of kindness.
Jiang Ming didn't say anything more, picked up his sword and turned to go upstairs.
Each step felt heavy.
Even after entering dormitory 202, locking the door behind my back, I still had to use that solid wooden table to prop it up firmly.
Clang.
The heavy black iron horse-slaying sword flew out of his hand and crashed to the floor.
Next up is the Silver Knight's full armor.
Jiang Ming leaned against the wall, panting heavily, sweat dripping down his hair, looking as if he had just been pulled out of the water.
My head is splitting with pain.
It felt like someone was repeatedly stabbing him in the temple with a steel needle.
"Is this the price of not having enough mental strength, but still being able to unleash skills...?"
Jiang Ming pressed his throbbing temples and gave a wry smile.
Although the side effects are ridiculously severe, its power is undeniable.
For that brief moment, he was the god of this area.
If he had enough mental strength, he even felt he could crush the floor tiles on the first floor.
He sat slumped on the ground for a full ten minutes before he could barely regain some strength. He then took out a bottle of mineral water from his storage card and gulped down more than half of it in one go.
Outside the window, Li Bin passed by, panting and groaning, with two or three girls on his left and right.
The sound of Wang Yang reprimanding Zhao Yanzhi and his group could be heard coming from the hallway, sounding somewhat like a bully using someone else's authority.
Jiang Ming closed his eyes.
On this night of utter chaos, only this door, which was being held shut, could bring him a long-lost sense of security.
……
I slept very soundly.
There were no dreams, only endless darkness.
He was forcibly awakened by a violent shaking.
Rumbling--
The entire dormitory building was shaking, plaster was falling off the walls, and the water bottles on the tables were shaking as if they were about to dance.
"Damn! Not again?!"
Wang Yang's loud voice came from one of the dorm rooms on the second floor, followed by a series of loud ping-pong balls.
Jiang Ming suddenly opened his eyes and almost instinctively grabbed the Zhanma sword beside him.
It wasn't an earthquake.
He was all too familiar with that frequency and vibration.
This is the world "loading".
Like a game update patch, this school is being moved by some great force and stuffed into a new map.
The shaking lasted for about two minutes.
It was much shorter than the first time I traveled through it.
The moment the vibration stopped, the heart-pounding feeling of weightlessness also disappeared.
"Old Jiang! Old Jiang, are you alright?"
Wang Yang's anxious banging came from outside the door. "Is there a spring in the floor of this lousy school? It bounces around every other day!"
Jiang Ming got dressed and removed the table from the doorway.
As soon as the door opened, Wang Yang was seen with messy hair, holding the battle axe that hadn't been wiped clean of blood, and looking grumpy from just waking up.
Li Bin stood at the back, wiping his glasses, looking quite calm.
"What's the panic?"
Jiang Ming slung the Zhanma sword over his back and said calmly, "Pack your things, grab your weapons, and let's go down and take a look."
"Huh? Now?" Wang Yang was taken aback. "Don't you need to have breakfast first?"
"What time is it and you still have the appetite to eat?"
Jiang Ming ignored him and walked straight to the stairwell.
It was just dawn.
The air was filled with a smell I had never smelled before.
It wasn't the damp, rotten smell from before, but a mixture of grass, soil, and...
The air was dry and had a faint smell of sulfur.
The corridor was packed with people.
The boys and girls who had somehow gotten together came out one by one, each carrying a blanket, clearly startled by the tremor.
Upon seeing Jiang Ming emerge fully armed, the crowd automatically parted to make way.
That look in his eyes held a mixture of awe and dependence.
Last night's battle solidified Jiang Ming's absolute dominance in this building.
"Jiang... Jiang Ming." Xu Shishi squeezed through the crowd with Su Xiaoxiao. "What just happened? Did we... time travel again?"
Su Xiaoxiao hid behind Xu Shishi, clutching a capybara plush pillow in her arms, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Jiang Ming.
"Go out and see for yourself."
Jiang Ming didn't stop walking.
Since the school has moved again, it means that the surrounding environment has undergone tremendous changes.
His previous experience told him that every map update meant new resources, and... new monsters.
The group arrived at the lobby on the first floor.
The battlefield from last night has been mostly cleared away. Apart from the dark red bloodstains on the floor tiles and the lingering fishy smell in the air, it's hard to tell that a massacre had taken place here.
Push open the fire door, which had been damaged and deformed by the impact.
A strong gust of wind suddenly rushed in.
call--
The wind carried fine sand and grit that stung my face.
Jiang Ming squinted, adjusting his eyes to the light.
Then, his pupils suddenly contracted.
The distant mountains have disappeared.
Instead, there was a vast, desolate plain that was breathtaking.
The withered yellow grass was as tall as a person, undulating like waves in the strong wind, stretching all the way to the end of the line of sight.
The sky was no longer that sickly bluish-gray, but instead presented an eerie dark red.
Two suns.
One large and one small, one bright and one dark, hung abruptly in the sky like two bloodshot eyes, coldly watching over the land.
But that's not the most shocking part.
"Holy crap..."
Wang Yang almost dropped the axe on his foot.
He opened his mouth wide, his jaw as if it had dislocated, and pointed into the distance, unable to speak for a long time.
Follow his finger.
On the left side of the plain, about a few kilometers away, stands a small town with a rugged style.
The gray-white stone walls, the pointed watchtower, and the wisps of smoke that can be seen even from this distance.
It was a typical medieval town.
You can even vaguely see shadowy figures moving on the city wall, and the outline of an old-fashioned catapult.
On the right side of the plain.
In stark contrast to that medieval town was a cluster of modern buildings!
Seven ten-story residential buildings stood there in neat rows.
The exterior walls are covered with white tiles, the balconies are covered with security grilles, and you can even see the reflection of the solar water heaters on the roof.
That instant.
Time and space seemed to be out of control.
On the left is the Middle Ages of swords and magic.
On the right is modern civilization made of reinforced concrete.
The school where Jiang Ming and his friends were located was like a third party who had accidentally wandered onto a film set, awkwardly stuck between these two forces.