Chapter 1000...

  "It seems that this black uncle has some kind of mysterious and unknown magical power." Yin Kuang said, stroking his chin.

  After hearing Yin Kuang's words, Li Shuangmu and Bai Jing both nodded unconsciously.

  "Perhaps after resolving the Wang Ning issue, we should go talk to Uncle Hei again. Who knows, he might give us some inspiration."

  Wei Ming rubbed his sore eyes and said, "Those are things for the future. Brothers, I'm really too tired, let's go back. It's already past 1 o'clock in the morning."

  "Right. Get a good rest tonight and we'll go deal with Wang Ning early tomorrow morning. As long as that guy is still alive, we won't be able to live in peace."

  "Ah ha!" Bai Gui yawned loudly and said, "Damn it! You guys think Wang Ning will be killed by the God of Death? That way we won't have to lift a finger. If I had the power of the God of Death, I'd calculate his death! Sigh, I wish I could sleep until I wake up naturally."

  Wei Mingdao said: "I'm afraid that once you close your eyes, you won't be able to open them again."

  "You're a jinx." Bai Jing saw Yin Kuang on the side with his head down in thought, and couldn't help but ask: "Little Yin, have you come up with another clever idea?"

  "Hmm." The contemplation was interrupted, especially that strange title, Yin Kuang really had nothing to say, "Nothing much... let's just hurry back and get a good sleep."

  "Whatever. Let's talk about it tomorrow, let's talk about it tomorrow." Wei Ming looked utterly listless, his eyelids fluttering as he said, "I feel like I could fall asleep standing up."

  As they spoke, the four of them had already used the bat hooks to land on the ground and were walking towards the hotel.

  Before long, they arrived at 1207 Washington Street, which was the hotel where the survivors of the class of '04 resided.

  Yin Kuang looked at another room at the counter and said to everyone, "Although it's a bit difficult for everyone, but tomorrow we must get up early. It's best to get up at 5 o'clock."

  "Ah?!" Wei Ming's mouth was agape, his whole body almost toppling over. "I counted, 1, 2, 3, 4, it's not even four hours yet! Yin Kuang, even someone made of iron couldn't withstand such torture!"

  Yin Kuang said: "This is also an unavoidable thing. To solve Wang Ning, everyone must work together."

  "Hmph!" Wei Ming said with a hint of resentment: "It's all because of that Wang Ning. His sister's husband! He wants to leave, no one can stop him, why does he have to make such a fuss? If I catch him, I'll beat him up badly." Then he said weakly: "Okay, okay, 5 o'clock is 5 o'clock. I'm going to sleep first."

  "Everyone be careful," warned Yin Kuang. "The God of Death is everywhere, and he most easily carries out his death designs on us when we are careless."

  Wei Ming waved his hand and then pulled shut the door to his room. Immediately after, a loud "thud" sound came from inside, as if something heavy had fallen onto the bed, followed by thunderous snoring sounds.

  "Everyone get some good rest. See you all tomorrow."

  "See you tomorrow."

  "See you tomorrow."

  Yin Kuang entered his own room, turned on the light, and took a glance at the decorations in the room. He found that the decorations were very simple and didn't see anything that could be fatal. He thought to himself: "It seems my worries are unnecessary. With Li Shuang's cautiousness, she naturally wouldn't casually find an inn."

  He patted his dizzy head, and Yin Kuang threw himself onto the bed, casually pulling over a quilt to wrap himself in. "Will this method work or not... forget it, forget it... everything can be said tomorrow... tomorrow..."

  Soft breathing replaced incoherent words, and everything returned to calmness.

  ……

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  In a daze, Yin Kuang seemed to hear the heavy and urgent knocking on the door. "Who is it? So early in the morning... disturbing my sleep..." Yin Kuang mumbled unclearly, pulling the quilt over his head. A faint, muffled voice came from outside, "Older brother... let me sleep a bit longer... I'll buy you a doll later..."

  The quilt suddenly fell silent, and the next moment, Yin Kuang violently lifted the quilt, then rubbed his face hard several times, rubbing away the thick sleepiness before jumping out of bed.

  "Wait for me... I'll definitely be back!" The moment his hand grasped the door handle, Yin Kuang was filled with longing. As he opened the door, a pair of identical ceramic dolls shouted at him, "Brother, you're sleeping in again!"

  However, dreams and reality always have an immeasurable distance between them.

  Open the door, but what I saw were two boys with heavy faces. One was Wei Ming, and the other was Yin Kuang, who seemed to be called Pan Longtao. At this time, their faces still had a strong sleepiness, but more of it was a desperate fear.

  Yin Kuang's heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly had a bad premonition. "What's wrong?"

  Wei Ming let out a heavy sigh and said: "Lin Xiuyin is dead..."

  Yin stared blankly, with only a sigh and a bitter smile, asking: "When did this happen?"

  Lin Xiuyin is the third of the six Tang sisters, an ordinary girl. Yin Kuang only knows her name and nothing else. Perhaps because Tang Yurou and Ouyang Mu were too outstanding, Yin Kuang had no impression of the other four girls.

  But after all, we were classmates, and upon hearing the news of his death, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions. Perhaps... one day I'll also meet an untimely and inexplicable end?

  On the other side, Pan Longtao said with a lingering fear: "Just not long ago, maybe it was convenient to get up at night, but he stepped on the soap under the toilet and slipped, then hit his head against the window, and finally got stuck in the falling glass window and suffocated to death."

  "How about everyone?"

  "We're all in Tang Rou's room." Wei Ming said: "Alas, everyone's mood is very low. I'm worried about today's action..."

  Yin Kuang clenched his fists tightly, "Take me to see."

  Three people came to Tang Rouyu's room, everyone crowded in the narrow room, filled with a strong sense of sorrow. A girl was crying behind her hands, the sound of her crying was heart-wrenching, and it made the silence in the narrow space even more oppressive.

  Tang Rou's voice was low and soothing as she comforted her.

  As for Lin Xiuyin who had died, she was wrapped in a quilt and placed on the bed.

  "Yin Kuang..." White Gao beckoned Yin Kuang with a wave of his hand, indicating for him to sit in the position beside him.

  The rest of the people saw Yin Kuang, some looked at him and lowered their heads, while others forced a smile, which was considered a greeting.

  Yin Kuang looked at Li Shuangmu, and Li Shuangmu also looked at Yin Kuang.

  Yin Kuang was asking Li Shuangmu what to do, and Li Shuangmu's handsome face was also filled with helplessness. It seemed that when faced with this situation, Li Shuangmu was also at a loss for what to do.

  It seemed that if no one broke the silence, the sorrowful atmosphere would have continued to hang in the air like this - and at this moment, the clock had already pointed to 5:30.

  A faint light has spread from the horizon, a new day is about to begin.

  This is already the third day that many people have entered the world of "Death God Arrived".

  Finally, Yin Kuang clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath and said: "Are we just going to sit here like this? Doing nothing? Waiting for the god of death to come and design us? And then we'll all be destroyed? Have you all given up?"

  Finally, there was a sound, and those more than ten pairs of eyes that seemed to be gazing into the distance also appeared to have some focus.

  "What else can we do? We can't do anything. This movie 'Death God' is simply unsolvable. No matter what we do, no matter how much effort we put in, it's all just futile! The final result will always be the same! We can't escape Death God's design. We're all just ordinary people, how can we possibly fight against a god? I...I'm really fed up with these days of living on edge. I'd rather die than live like this. What do you think we should do?"

  Ouyang Mu said more and more excitedly, until finally he was almost shouting at Yin Kuang. Those two lines of tears flowed like a faucet turned to the maximum, gushing out.

  Perhaps everyone thought so, or perhaps Ou Yang Mu's words stimulated everyone. As soon as Ou Yang Mu finished speaking, a very unstable factor began to stir in this narrow room.

  "Let's just give up." The crying girl who had been comforted by Tang Rouyu suddenly grabbed her arm and said, "Sister, we can't possibly beat the Reaper. I don't want to live in fear anymore, I really don't! I'm so tired, so tired. I don't want any more lessons or points, please sister, let me go back, let me go back."

  Letting her go means killing her!

  "Xiao Yun..." Tang Rou's words were interrupted by the girl's flustered and panicked expression, unsure of what to do.

  Are you timid? Are you weak? Is it shameful?

  Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. Who can really say for sure?

  Suddenly, Bai Ze stood up abruptly, with a face full of disdain and cold laughter, saying: "Hmph! Look at your behavior! You still want to survive in college? Ridiculous, pathetic!" A loud voice echoed throughout the room, saying: "I finally understand why Wang Ning did what he did! Because he had already seen that this class is beyond salvation! Look at you now! Being in the same class as you, expecting something from you, will only lead to being dragged down to death. It's better to die directly! Do whatever you want. I'm not going to bother with you anymore." After finishing speaking, Bai Ze slammed the door and left.

  Yin Kuang also stood up and said, "I don't want to say much either. Everyone has their own way of living. Since someone wants to choose to give up, I have no choice - but I, Yin Kuang, will absolutely not give up! Even if it's hard to escape death in the end, at least I won't regret it. If Class 1204 is really like this, to be honest, there's no need to stay behind. I won't gamble my life and future on a class like this. Everyone, take care of yourselves."

  After finishing speaking, Yin Kuang also walked out of the room.

  Wei Ming also stood up, sighed and walked out.

  Zeng Fei let out a long sigh and said, "If I choose to give up, my dad will definitely kill me. I don't want to bring shame to his face." After finishing speaking, he also left.

  Li Frost pulled out a Marlboro, lit it, took a deep drag, and exhaled a plume of smoke. "Tang's family, take care of your sister. I hope today's events will never happen again. No more wasting time with you guys. And you?"

  Pan Longtao shivered and looked up at Li Fengmu, clenched his fists, and said: "I... I am a man!"

  "Well, let's go." After saying that, Li Shuangmu walked out of the room.

  But behind him, there was a small figure following closely like a shadow, the clenched little fist obviously revealing its owner's tension and fear.

  Then comes Pan Longtao.

  Just like at first, the room fell into a dead silence - this time there was no sound of sobbing either...