Girls' Dormitory Escape - Chapter 97

Chapter 97: Surprise Hygiene Inspection

    No. 5 soon couldn't cover her mouth anymore. Black blood spurted out of her mouth with one violent cough. She tried to fetch the protection charm from her pocket with a trembling hand, but only managed to touch a handful of powder.

    At the same time No. 6 was in the same situation, touching black blood dripping down her arm in drops, the situation seemed to be critical.

    “I found it, I found it!”

    No. 10 finally found a few black pills and pushed them into No. 5 and No. 6's mouths while suppressing raging tears. Her hands were shaking so much at one point that she couldn't touch the spot, and finally saw the two of them swallowing them along with the blood before she took a deep breath.

    Tang Xinjue and Jiang Lan’s two dormitories have taken out treatment drugs at first sight, but due to the lack of clarity on the specific situation, they did not dare to rashly feed them. Fortunately, the two girls stopped coughing after a few seconds, and their pale faces regained a trace of blood, temporarily saving their lives from the gates of hell.

    ...

    “What exactly just happened?”

    Helping the two injured girls to a dust-free location, the few people were finally able to ask this question.

    For a moment just now, the crowd even thought that the dust in the air was poisonous, but they quickly ruled out that possibility at first glance.

    Everyone had inhaled the dust, but the only ones who were injured were No. 5 and No. 6, so there had to be another reason.

    No. 5 sisters were now too weak to speak even though they no longer coughed, so they could only take the initiative to raise their hands, and No. 10 helped them to pull up their cuffs, revealing their skinned and cracked wrists.

    The two's white wrists seemed to have been slashed by some kind of sharp blade, and the blood and flesh turned outward in the bone-deep wounds.

    The crowd instantly recognized that this was the location of the strangulation wounds from the red thread that had been wrapped around their hands earlier!

    Number 10 also rolled up her own sleeve; she had the same wound on her wrist, only not as deep as the other two. She said in a sandy voice, “We had already taken out the red thread long ago, but it seems like there's still something in the wound that's cutting... before, our senses seemed to be shielded, and it was only after the black liquid splashed onto our bodies that we felt the pain.”

    Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air.

    They immediately looked at the place where they had been cut by the red thread just now, only to find that the wound was still a shallow red mark, and hadn't undergone the same mutation as the three people in No. 5’s dormitory.

    At this time, No. 10's body sticking to the wall gently shook twice and slid down. She was caught by Zheng Wanqing’s quick hands, who was next to her. Fearing she couldn’t control the fists of supernatural energy against her injuries, she hurriedly asked: “Where did you put the medicine just now?”

    No. 10 is as breathless as a swimmer: “The shields are broken, medicine, medicine only two pills left, just now have been used up...”

    She didn't cough like the other two, but she couldn't stop bleeding outwards from her nostrils and mouth, her expression twisted together from the pain, twitching and choking herself as if trying to prevent something from being spat out.

    Not an instant later, the girl's body popped up violently, dropping to her knees in a nearly completely folded position and vomiting with a wince.

    The first two strokes were still red blood, and then it completely turned into black liquid, and then beyond that was a piece of sticky, unidentified material, as if it were adhering to sticky internal organs.

    Tang Xinjue snatched up and forcefully pulled her up to stop vomiting. As soon as her hand touched No. 10's cold body, her heart sank violently: the girl's ribs seemed to have been crushed by something. What was writhing and convulsing and rolling up was the girl's broken internal organs.

    In the nick of time, Jiang Lan found a small golden ball only the size of a fingernail and pulled out a red pill from it and stuffed it into No. 10's mouth.

    After stuffing it she had time to explain, “This medicine of mine should be the same type as the one they just used, both of which can last for a period of time in an endangered situation.”

    True to Jiang Lan's words, No. 10's convulsing body calmed down, and she stopped spitting up bits and pieces of organs, her pupils regaining focus before she painstakingly looked up at No. 5 and No. 6 as if she was about to say something.

    With the help of the crowd, she finally opened her mouth with difficulty and gestured, “Don't forget after I die, take away my, psychic ability and give it to them... and they'll have a second...”

    Without finishing the rest of her words, No. 10 painfully clenched her wrists again and arched her back, being caught by Tang Xinjue's quick eyes and saw a flash of red shadow within the wound.

    It was the red thread!

    Hadn't No. 10 and the others already taken out the red thread? How could there still be such a thing in the wound?

    Seemingly in extreme pain, No.10 fluttered her body frantically, and Tang Xinjue’s group of people beside her quickly realized one problem after another: the wound on No.10's hand was becoming deeper and deeper. And this change seemed to accompany No. 10's movements - the more violently she moved, the faster the wound deteriorated.

    Contrastingly on the other side, because No. 5 and No. 6 had already fallen into semi-consciousness, they could hardly see any change in their wrist wounds since they were not moving at all. Catching this information, the crowd immediately controlled No. 10's movements. Keke opened her mouth and was about to use the Spirit of Language, but was stopped by Tang Xinjue.

    Tang Xinjue quickly nodded her head and signaled, “I'll try.”

    She unfolded the spiritual energy surging in her mind, mobilizing them to No. 10's side and then covering and spreading them a little.

    Under the mental status bar, the blue glow belonging to [Mind Connection] gradually faded, turning back to a light white color.

    [Mental Control (Level 2): All mentally exerted influences end up returning to the spirit. Influence on others is also the basis of control].

    In the eyes of others, it was as if No. 10 had suddenly been appeased in some way, her convulsions becoming smaller and smaller, and finally sinking into unconsciousness.

    In a place that only Tang Xinjue herself could see, she withdrew her spiritual power, which was somewhat thin after consuming a circle, and tiredly raised her eyes, “Help me control No. 5 and No. 6.”

    Their life-saving medicine could no longer be sustained for another round, and it was necessary to ensure that all three held out for as long as possible in order to find a way to rescue the cure.

    After the three mental influences were over, Tang Xinjue told everyone what they had just seen, and they immediately took a closer look at the wounds on all three wrists, and sure enough, they glimpsed traces of red threads in the deepest part.

    “This thread can still move!” Guo Guo whimpered out, holding back the creepy feeling of her scalp tingling as she reminded the group.

    “Did the red thread drill into their wounds?”

    Jiang Lan arrived at the most likely guess.

    Tang Xinjue, however, shook her head, “No, the red threads they stored in their pockets didn't diminish.”

    When evacuating from the male dormitory, she memorized the number of red threads everyone was carrying, including the No. 5 trio. Now checking one by one there was no discrepancy, so where did the red threads in the wrists of the three come from?

    Could it be...

    An even more frightening thought emerged from the minds of the crowd.

    “Could it be, it is growing out of the body?”

    Five minutes later.

    After eliminating all possibilities, the girls could only get one final answer:

    The red threads were really growing out of the wounds of the three girls.

    No. 7, who was the only one who was good at treating wounds with a dagger, carefully picked apart the flesh in their wounds and scratched down in the direction where the red threads had emerged. The deeper the picking went, the more serious the crowd's expression became.

    —No matter how horribly the flesh turned over, not half a bit of blood flowed out.

    It seems that these bones and flesh that make up the arm no longer have blood vessels, replaced by... red threads.

    A red thread was picked out on the sharp tip of the knife.

    But this was still far from enough. As time passed, everyone clearly felt the changes in the three girls' bodies becoming more and more obvious. Even the flesh that turned up from the wounds became dry and curly, and their life force seemed to be continuously extracted by some force until it finally dried up completely.

    Number 7 withdrew her knife, “If I continue, her arm will be ruined.”

    Her eyes were red and her voice came out of her teeth as she spoke.

    No one was laughing.

    Three companions who had just fought side by side turned around and were dying in front of them, and there was nothing they could do about it.

    After a moment, Tang Xinjue opened her mouth, her voice breaking the silence:

    “Continue smashing the wall.”

    Before her voice fell, she had already gotten up, swinging the heavy hammer and began continuing to destroy. The wall paint quickly became torn apart. A crack spread down, along with the cracks at the same time there was black liquid.

    However, this time, before the black liquid coalesced into a monster, Tang Xinjue had once again swung the hammer to completely smash open the wall skin. The three feet frozen talisman was thrown down to seal the entire wall.

    With a few heavy blows, the frosty wall was split into pieces, and together with the black liquid that had been frozen into icicles, it was divided into countless pieces that couldn't even be gathered together.

    The crowd reacted one after another: that's right, the only way to save No. 5 and the others now was to pass this level as fast as possible!

    Just as they gathered their spirits to continue, they saw Tang Xinjue squat down and hold a piece of ice, melting the black liquid in her palm before sprinkling it on her wrist.

    “?”

    In the next second, Tang Xinjue wiped off the black liquid, and between them, a wound nearly half a centimeter deep had appeared on the wrist that originally only had shallow red marks!

    “They didn't notice the wound in advance because their senses were paralyzed.”

    Tang Xinjue said in a cold voice, “The same goes for us.”

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