Chapter 11: "Haunted School Horror" Death Trigger

The viewers in the live streaming room had no idea what Zhao Yi was contemplating.

Most of them thought that this newcomer at the top of the leaderboard might have some mental issues.

That kick just now—how could any normal person do something like that?

And in such a situation, wasn't it too reckless to act so irrationally?

After the exam, there was a half-hour break.

Yang Linlin and the others found Zhao Yi.

"Let's just say, when tackling a Hell-level dungeon, can't you be a bit more cautious?"

"What you did just now was way too dangerous!"

"We're in a Hell-level dungeon, where a single slip could cost us our lives. The death of any team member is an immeasurable loss!"

Zhao Yi shook his head.

"I was just testing that teacher."

"The fact is—unless you trigger a death point, those NPCs are quite tolerant of us!"

Death point, a key term.

It immediately caught the attention of Yang Linlin and the other two!

"Bro, please explain!"

Zhao Yi glanced at both sides of the corridor, ensuring there were no teachers around, and then whispered:

"Haven't you noticed?"

"That female ghost teacher kills according to a set of rules."

The three were dumbfounded.

Rules?

What rules?

Isn't it just randomly picking a lucky one to behead?

Zhao Yi led them to the playground, a spacious area with a wide view, and more importantly, lots of people around.

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"During the lunch break, Yang Linlin took us to the lawn on the first floor, and I observed eight classes in total."

"The number of people in each class didn't exceed half the seats, and the further forward the class, the fewer the people!"

"Just now, I handed in my exam early and checked the second floor, finding that the fourteen classes there were in the same situation as the first floor."

"Our class is the first one by the stairs on the third floor, and the classes behind us have the same number of seats and people, but our class already has quite a few empty seats!"

"Suppose... just suppose."

Zhao Yi analyzed:

"The students' deaths are caused by some curse, spreading from the first floor like a virus, infecting each class one by one, and now it's reached our class."

"This curse creates a certain rule, and anyone who breaks this rule... will die!"

"Think about it, I was loud and kicked my classmate's head, disrupting the exam room's order, yet the invigilating teacher didn't touch me... instead, the chubby kid in front of me was inexplicably beheaded!"

"He must have done something... all those dead students must have done the same thing, meeting the same condition!"

"And if you're observant enough, you'll notice that the test papers and scratch papers on the empty seats are blank, with no writing, and just now, some students' papers were also blank... and those with blank papers were all killed."

Although Zhao Yi didn't see the female ghost invigilator kill, he was confident in his deduction.

Yang Linlin looked at Zhao Yi in surprise, then surveyed the surroundings, finally expressing a bit of admiration:

"I noticed that too!"

"The ghost invigilator killed those with blank test papers!"

"Seven in total!"

"Could it be... that the test paper is the death trigger point?"

Zhao Yi shook his head.

"You're still too naive."

"The test paper isn't the death trigger point."

"From my experience with the last dungeon, even in a Hell-level dungeon, simply completing the main quest isn't too difficult. The real challenge lies in exploring side quests, hidden quests, and the world view!"

"So since the difficulty of the main quest is limited, it means players can control it."

"If the test paper were the death trigger point, wouldn't players be left to fate?"

Yang Linlin was speechless.

Zhen Tao's lips turned pale, and he spoke with a sobbing tone.

"You've said so much, why not just tell us the death trigger point?"

"I don't want to die..."

"I really want to get out of here!"

Even now, his spirit hadn't fully recovered, still hovering around 60.

Clearly, the bloody head Zhao Yi kicked onto his desk had caused severe trauma to his young mind!

Zhao Yi touched his nose.

"I don't know what the death trigger point is yet, but it's likely related to the test paper."

"Maybe it's the score, or maybe... something else."

"And there's something I need to tell you in advance..."

At this point, his gaze turned frightening.

The other three were startled by his expression.

"Wha... what is it?"

Yang Linlin swallowed.

Zhao Yi:

"No joke... this school... it's highly possible..."

"That only the four of us are alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhen Tao's legs gave out, and he fainted on the ground.

Zhao Yi: "..."

Everyone: "..."

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Live Stream Comments:

: Haha! Poor Zhen Tao, he's having such a hard time... Please stop scaring him!

: This seems a bit personal!

: Hey... do you think Zhao Yi might be telling the truth?

: How could it be true? Look at those students on the playground, so lively and jumping around, they don't look like ghosts at all!

: Exactly! If the classroom were full of ghosts, wouldn't it be ghosts biting ghosts?

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Yang Linlin rolled her eyes helplessly.

"Stop scaring him!"

"He's already timid!"

"By the way... what should we do next?"

This dungeon left her feeling at a loss.

Time wasn't tight.

The pace seemed loose.

Zhao Yi gazed at the distant teaching building.

"Wait."

"Wait for what?"

"Wait for nightfall."

"Why wait for nightfall?"

Yang Linlin and Lu Bai were puzzled.

Zhao Yi asked in return:

"Do you think, as students, we have extra time during the day to investigate what we want to know?"

Yang Linlin was stumped again.

Damn it!

Why didn't I think of such a simple question?

With so many people watching the live stream, will I look stupid?

No, I have to find a way to act smart!

Otherwise, the viewers will all leave soon.

Speaking of which... is this what being number one is like?

It feels like there's something to it!

"Alright then, let's set a time and place for tonight to go for a stroll?"

As soon as Yang Linlin finished speaking, Zhen Tao, lying in Lu Bai's arms, raised his hand, staring blankly at the white clouds in the sky.

"Can I say something... um, can I not go?"

"I'm afraid of running into ghosts."

Zhao Yi nodded.

"Of course you can."

"But let me remind you, if you hear or see something at night, don't scream!"

"No one will come to help you, we won't be around."

Zhen Tao shivered and said with a bitter face:

"Bro, stop scaring me, I'll go!"

"I'll go, okay?"