Chapter 1000...

  Yin Kuang and five others safely met with Wei Ming and the crowd at Lincoln Square. There was no joy of reunion, but instead a silent gaze at each other, leaving only deep sighs.

  Heavy rain poured down on Lincoln Square, where more than a dozen young people stood silently, allowing the rain to batter their bodies.

  The shadow of death looms over every surviving student in Class 1204, infinitely amplifying all negative emotions.

  Deep despair, deep helplessness, deep fear... occupy every surviving student's heart.

  Only 38 hours have passed, and nearly half of the students are already dead. Wang Ning is still missing, and it's likely that he's also in a precarious situation. The tragic scene of each classmate's death is still vivid in my mind.

  Even people like Li Xiang and Yin Kuang, who are mentally strong, can't squeeze out a bit of sense of security in their hearts.

  Especially Yin Kuang, the "three times" death design was like a sharp sword suspended from his head by a hair, hanging over his head, as if it could fall at any moment. The more it didn't come, the more it made him nervous about doing anything. It was as if before, if he had pursued with all his might, he would have been able to keep Tang Zhao Tian behind, but he was afraid that the god of death would suddenly attack him, so he could only watch helplessly as Tang Zhao Tian escaped.

  Yin Kuang felt that if he was a bit more fragile, he might even be driven mad!

  "This won't do! If we ourselves lose the courage to live on, then we're really done for. What does everyone think?" Tang Rou stood up and broke the silence, saying: "We can't go on like this anymore. Otherwise, before Death even gets a chance to kill us, we'll have exhausted ourselves to death. Let's go find an inn, take a good bath, eat our fill, and get a good night's sleep. Only then will we have the energy to deal with Death's plans. Let's go."

  As she spoke, she pulled up Ouyang Mu and waved at everyone.

  Wei Ming patted his belly loudly and said, "Anyway, I'm starving to death. I don't care about the god of death or whatever, now I just want to eat a full meal. To hell with the god of death!"

  His yelling was quite impressive, with a hint of recklessness, as if he were drinking poison.

  "Come on, you guys look like what standing here? Think you're some kind of gangsters? Let's go, go take a bath, eat and sleep. Screw the god of death! The sky is big, the earth is big, but eating and sleeping are the biggest! Besides, it's not the time for a bunch of men to be out playing in the rain, right? And you're letting seven beautiful women get rained on with us? You guys don't care about me, but I do. Haha!"

  When Wei Ming and Bai Jing finished speaking, everyone else forced out a faint smile.

  Ouyang Mu asked with a smile: "Do you want me to be heartbroken?"

  A coquettish remark, which made everyone burst out laughing.

  Just as everyone was about to leave, Yin Kuang suddenly said: "I won't go with you."

  "Why?" Wei Ming asked.

  Everyone also curiously looked at Yin Kuang.

  Yin Kuang said, "I'm different from you guys. You're just the targets of Shi Shen's must-kill list, but I'm the object of his deep-seated hatred. If I follow you, it will only drag you down. Similarly, if I were to face Shi Shen's designs alone, my chances of survival would be greater."

  Everyone looked at each other in silence. To be honest, although it was frustrating, if Yin Kuang might really bring the god of death and implicate them, most people were not very willing to be with him together.

  "Heh heh, if I can escape the Reaper's design once, I can do it again and again." Yin Kuang waved his hand and said: "It's obvious that in this exam scenario, we can't avoid death at all. The only way to not die is to bravely face it head-on. If you give up, your heart will be dead, and you'll definitely die. Bravely facing and resisting, there might still be a chance to survive. Even if you really do die, there won't be any regret. Facing the Reaper, a god, even if our resistance is futile, it's still better than cowardly giving up."

  Li Shuang spat out a mouthful of air and said, "Alright then, be careful."

  "Uh-huh. You too." Yin Kuang said to Li Shuangmu: "Not only do we need to be careful about the God of Death, but also Tang Zhao Tian and 'that person'."

  "Same."

  The two shook hands and then bid each other farewell along with others.

  "When shall we meet again?" asked Bai Gui.

  Yin Kuang smiled and said: "I don't know either. Maybe soon, maybe... Hehe."

  Under the gaze of the crowd, Yin Kuang's back figure gradually disappeared into the dense rain curtain.

  "Sigh, let's go too."

  Tang Rou let out a sigh and said: "He's right, all we can do is face it bravely, even if it means death!"

  ……

  The sound of wind, the sound of rain, the sound of thunder, the sound of a bugle, all sounds reach the ear.

  Yin Kuang walked alone on the empty street, letting the big raindrops hit his body, ignoring the strange glances of passersby. As he walked, he thought about his own problems, "Wang Ning... Tang Zhao Tian... If I'm not wrong, these two people must be in cahoots with each other. So, what's their goal? I should have left something on Tang Zhao Tian too."

  Actually, rather than thinking about the problem, Yin Kuang didn't know where he should go.

  Originally, Yin Kuang was unwilling to walk on the main street. Because this is where it's easiest to fall into the god of death's trap - but then, where is a safe haven? None! And besides, Yin Kuang had really had enough of the constant pressure from the crisis that existed at all times, it was almost driving him mad!

  So, Yin Kuang gritted his teeth and walked onto the main street, entering the high-risk thunder zone! Dying early or dying late is all the same, it's better to be decisive and avoid prolonging the suffering - besides, who says he can't evade the god of death's design?

  Just as Yin Kuang was carefully observing his surroundings, a bag was suddenly handed in front of him. "Perhaps you need a raincoat, young man."

  The speaker was an old man with a face full of wrinkles and white hair, holding an umbrella and smiling very kindly.

  Yin Kuang looked at him, stunned for a moment, and his cold heart couldn't help but rise with a warm feeling, saying: "Thank you."

  "Don't mention it," said the old man. "No matter why you feel lost, don't lose hope in life. No matter how big the rain is, there will be a time when it stops. Won't it?"

  Yin Kuang nodded slightly.

  Everyone understands the truth, but how many people can really put it into practice?

  "May I ask you a question?" Yin Kuang said: "A very impertinent question."

  "Is it? Hehe. I'd be happy to enlighten you," said the old American man.

  Yin hesitated for a moment before asking: "Then, are you afraid of death?"

  "Death?" The old American man looked at Yin Kuang with a strange gaze, but didn't get angry. Then he said: "Kid, this isn't something you should be thinking about at your age. But since you asked, maybe I can share my feelings, just mine."

  "Uh-huh."

  "To be honest, I've lived over 60 years and yet I still feel like I haven't lived enough." The American old man smiled happily: "I want to take a walk with my wife in the park. My youngest grandson can already call me grandpa. Our lovely white dog, it's so cute, it loves when I hold it to watch the sunrise. Life is just that beautiful. So honestly, I don't want to die."

  Yin Kuang was unclear about it. He just asked the old man if he was afraid of death, but didn't expect the old man to say a lot of words.

  "But if I really had to say whether I'm afraid of death or not. Honestly, I'm actually not afraid. There's nothing to be afraid of."

  Aren't you afraid?

  "Why be afraid?" the old American man countered, "Well, people are bound to die. Life has its limits. This is a law of nature... a principle, you understand? It's like a cup, it can hold only so much water, and when the water overflows, that's just the way it is. And those who have died are like the overflowing water. Of course, from an individual's perspective, death is indeed a very sad thing. But it's inevitable. Human power cannot resist the forces of nature. If there were gods, perhaps they could. But I believe that even if gods really existed, there would still be principles at work on them too. This is just an objective fact. Besides, as someone who loves philosophy, I'm actually an atheist."

  "I hope my words are of use to you, young man. At your age, you should be enjoying the best years of your youth."

  The old American man smiled and walked away after finishing speaking.

  "Death... a law of nature? Overflowing water... rules that bind the gods..."

  Yin Kuang felt like he had grasped something, but in reality, his mind was a complete blank, and he even lost the ability to think. Was it that he really couldn't understand those illusory things, or was his consciousness already touching some forbidden zone, being forcibly cut off, unable to know? He just stood there like a wooden stake.

  After a long time, Yin Kuang shook his head and said: "Forget it, can't figure it out then don't think about it. Now opening a small difference is simply looking for death."

  Looking at the raincoat sent by the old American, Yin Kuang thought for a moment and finally put it on. Although his body was already wet, he couldn't bear to disappoint someone's kind intentions.

  "Death God, what method will he use to deal with me?"

  Crack!

  A dazzling flash of lightning cut through the sky, bringing a brief radiance to the dark night.

  But for Yin Kuang, it brought darkness instead.

  Because the lightning struck the street lamp post next to Yin Kuang, the street lamp was hit by lightning, and the light bulb exploded instantly. The shattered glass shot towards Yin Kuang under the street lamp, forcing him to close his eyes, otherwise the shards of glass controlled by the god of death would have been enough to pierce his eyes.

  As Yin Kuang dodged, he suddenly heard a whizzing sound of breaking wind.

  It turned out that the dazzling lightning not only affected Yin Kuang, but also a crane driver. Because the crane driver's eyes were stimulated by the lightning, he had to step on the brakes hard. The brakes were stepped on, but the car did not stop in time, and it was barely stopped with a tail swing. However, the hook on the boom did not stop, and under the action of inertia or some other force, the hook swept towards Yin Kuang's location!

  Yin Kuang closed his eyes, but his 13th sense was not fake. Although he couldn't hear the sound to determine the location, he could roughly tell the position, so with a pounce, he fell to the ground.

  He almost felt the hook brush past the back of his head as it swung by.

  Yin Kuang did not immediately get up, but continued to roll for a few more rounds until he was far enough away from the crane before standing up.

  Just as he stood up, two dazzling beams of light shot into his eyes again, forcing Yin Kuang to instinctively close them. Accompanied by the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground.

  "Oh no......" Yin Kuang sighed softly, "This time we're probably going to be blown away..."

  However, the crash that Yin Kuang was waiting for did not occur, but a furious voice, "Hey! Are you looking to die, you little pig?! Get out of here quickly!"

  “……”

  Yin Kuang was stunned for a moment, and then he found a truck stopped in front of him, less than two meters away.

  "Didn't hit... " Yoon Hyuk inadvertently let out a sigh of relief and said coldly, "Sorry."

  The truck driver spat a mouthful of thick phlegm onto the ground, stepped on the accelerator and almost rubbed against Yin Kuang's body before driving away again. It seems that the hot-tempered driver was very dissatisfied with Yin Kuang.

  But just as Yin Kuang turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly heard a series of objects falling.

  Turning back, I saw that the cabinet door behind the cargo truck suddenly opened, and the blue barrels stacked inside rolled out one after another, rolling directly towards Yin Kuang's position.

  Yin Kuang took one look at the label on the blue barrel and was immediately frightened, "It's actually an oil drum!?"

  It's not just an oil barrel, but also the lid that opens the oil barrel. The pungent petroleum flows all over the place with the rolling of the barrel, and is washed away by the rainwater, getting everywhere.

  Yin Kuang hastily turned around and ran away.

  Perhaps the road was too slippery, or perhaps he had stepped on something. Before he could run two steps, he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground. Almost at the same moment, an oil barrel rolled over his body.

  Then he was drenched in oil.

  Yin Kuang suddenly felt like he had fallen into an ice cellar, "It's all over..."

  Although Yin Kuang didn't know where the God of Death would borrow fire from, he knew that the God of Death must have a way to get fire, otherwise it wouldn't have splashed itself with gasoline.

  As expected, the giant neon sign of a shop by the road suddenly collapsed and landed on an oil drum, piercing it with sharp steel and causing sparks to fly out due to broken wires. Before the heavy rain could put them out, they fell onto the petroleum on the ground.

  A great fire broke out in the midst of this heavy rain, burning fiercely. In the blink of an eye, a large area of ground covered with oil ignited into fierce flames.

  Yin Kuang was also surrounded by the sea of oil, making it hard for him to even set foot, let alone escape. The merciless flames engulfed him in an instant.

  That erected recruitment also didn't know what kind of force was pulling it and directly smashed down towards Yin Kuang.

  Boom!