Chapter 19: Leprechaun, give me back my grandfather!

Students hiding in the gymnasium, leaving through each of the four doors of the gymnasium.

Bang!

Another bullet, piercing through the darkness, shot through the concrete floor.

"The range of a police hand|gun is usually within 50 meters, up to 100 meters." Little Fatty said quickly.

They are divided into three ways, Li Wen and Teacher Li with the weaker two reserve students to save their lives, see if they can sneak attack at any time; Chen Shanshan and another official player girl Qiao Feifei all the way, Tang Mo knows Chen Shanshan has supernatural ability, she is stronger than the ordinary reservist.

Fatty and Tang Mo are on the main attack.

"Why didn't those stowaways make a sound when they stepped on the glass this time? And those traps in the doorway didn't trigger?"

Tang Mo lowered his voice: "They attacked twice last night, the second time because they stepped on the glass and you found out where they were, so you took precautions. They won't make the same mistake this time. They should have used other ways to enter the school."

The two left the gym and took cover against the wall.

Tang Mo's eyes coalesced, carefully scanning his surroundings.

The dark night was like a silent beast, staring at everyone with bloodthirsty eyes. There are many trees in the school, the cold wind blew, the shade of the trees swayed, the huge dark shadows of the trees rustled in the dark night, is the only sound in this murderous night.

Tang Mo Sideways: "Give me a nail ......"

Bang!

Tang Mo dodged to the left with great speed, but the speeding bullet still inevitably grazed his right arm and hit the wall between him and the little fat man. The two men looked at each other and ran separately.

The smuggler with the gun hid in a position where he could see them. Tang Mo had communicated the strategy with Fatty before the big battle. In the worst case scenario, the two of them should split up and not give the other side a chance to focus on them. Today is the worst case scenario, the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, and the most dangerous gunman is still hiding in the dark.

Bang, bang, bang!

Tang Mo, with a big solid wooden stick in his hand, rushes at breakneck speed into the school building closest to the gym.

The bullets kept firing behind him, grazing his heels and piercing the ground again and again. Tang Mo pauses for a moment before he turns his head to enter the building. As he watched, a bullet flew past his eyes and into the wall.

Tang Mo steps into the school building.

However, when he entered the school building, he suddenly had cold hairs rising all over his body and reflexively swung his big stick to block behind his head. With a loud bang, a violent collision sounded from behind Tang Mo. The large knife and the wooden stick collided together, the wooden stick was slashed by the large knife, Tang Mo fell forward two steps, and the other party also took a step backward.

"Nice strength ......" hissed a laugh accompanied by a sarcastic tone, "but you're still going to die!"

Without saying a word, the sneak attacker attacked directly. Tang Mo raises his stick to meet him.

The long knife and the wooden stick kept colliding and scraping, both of them were extremely fast, and the sound of clanking kept ringing out. The knife was even longer than Tang Mo's stick, and the man used the knife to leave bloody cuts on Tang Mo's shoulders, waist, and elbows, forcing Tang Mo to keep retreating, and he seemed to be in a disadvantageous position.

The man saw that he had gained momentum and attacked even more fiercely. With such a good sword, even if he slashed casually, it was enough to pose a threat to others. Not to mention the fact that he was a stowaway with immense strength, and every time he swung his large knife, a wind-breaking blade whistle was emitted in the air.

The long knife swings forward randomly without regularity, and Tang Mo's speed of evasion is getting slower and slower.

It was at this time that the man wielded his sword with great vigor, and from the left side he struck at Tang Mo's head. Suddenly, Tang Mo, who had just been dodging in a mess, lowered his waist, and as the steel sword swung past his eyes, he held the stick in his right hand and stabilized himself with his left hand, and struck the man's knee with the stick.

The man let out a muffled grunt of pain, the sound of bones cracking very loud in the dark night.

The man staggered a step and nearly fell to the ground, bracing himself on the ground with his greatsword to steady himself.

Tang Mo stood up and wiped the blood seeping from his chin. For the first time, he got a good look at his enemy. It was a tall and powerful man, at least 188 in height, ticked off bald, full of robust muscles, with a green and black fierce tiger's head tattooed on his left arm.

The nearest building to the gymnasium is this school building, and the stowaway ambushes Tang Mo early, almost catching her by surprise. Tang Mo didn't dare to be careless. The body recovery ability of both regular players and stowaways is extremely fast. Tang Mo's cuts have already started to itch, which means that the wounds are forming scars.

Taking advantage of the man's broken knee, Tang Mo does not hesitate to raise his stick, but he is one step too late. The man is able to stand up, and swings his large knife at Tang Mo.

The situation has changed again. Tang Mo kept taking the initiative to attack, and the man could only parry with his sword. As time passed, the man walked faster and faster, and it seemed that the injury on his knee was almost back to normal.

Tang Mo bellowed angrily and struck the man directly in the head with a stick.

"Damn, what are you hiding!" The man suddenly threw down his big knife, crossed his arms and faced Tang Mo's wooden stick without fear. He sank his qi into his dantian, his eyes rounded out, only to hear him roar in mid-air, "Kid, give me back my grandpa!"

Tang Mo swung his wooden stick hard in the air and changed direction, hitting the wall of the school building, giving Tang Mo a recoil that caused him to dodge towards the other end of the corridor. Just as he had stopped his attack, he saw the muscular man open his mouth and form a circle, a fiery gas spewed out of his mouth, and the next second, it was monstrous flames.

The big man crossed his arms and spat flames from his mouth. His eyes widened as if he was an angry Lohan, staring straight at Tang Mo as flames spewed out.

Tang Mo turned and ran.

The big man's flame was faster than his speed, directly in front of him, about to scorch the hair on his forehead. Tang Mo bent down to dodge the flame, which scorched the wall, the white wall plaster crackling and peeling off the wall continuously.

Tang Mo dodges the flames along the walls and floors on his hands and knees. Like a fire-breathing dragon, the flames burned and the temperature in the air soared. The flames burned the concrete floor with scorched black marks, and Tang Mo's wooden stick had long since turned into a pile of charred wood under the flames.

The flames disappear and Tang Mo crouches on the ground, breathing heavily.

The big man's spirit was so good that he could walk freely on his knees. He picked up the big knife he had thrown on the ground, laughed maniacally, and slashed at Tang Mo again. Tang Mo, with his bare hands and fists, could only keep dodging back and forth.

The big man swung his sword in a really rough manner and just kept on slashing. However, Tang Mo hadn't learned combat either, and the two of them were simply engaging in the simplest of brawls with the superb physical fitness of a full-fledged player and a stowaway.

"Anyone who sees my powers must die!"

A large knife slashes in front of Tang Mo's eyes, he sidesteps it and turns to run away. The man took advantage of the situation and pursued.

Bang!

Tang Mo had just run out of the school building when a bullet was fired at his feet.

He looked sweaty, but his eyes were calm and sharp, staring straight at the spot where the gun had been discharged.

The muscular man chased after Tang Mo as bullets exploded around his feet. Twice he turned his head away from the bullets and managed to dodge them. By the time the ninth bullet was fired, Tang Mo and the muscle man had already run into the gym.

As soon as the two entered, six bodies on the floor fell into view.

The big man froze for a moment, and soon sneered as he swung his knife at Tang Mo. However, what he didn't expect was that the moment his knife had just slashed up, the dark-haired young man who had been dodging in a sorry state just now suddenly turned around and met him face to face.

"No!" A hint of danger surged in the big man's heart, and he turned around and tried to walk away. But his body was faster than his consciousness, and his slash went straight at Tang Mo before he saw the young kid raise his right hand to swing at him in the same way.

But he didn't have any weapons in his hands!

The big man stared straight ahead, he didn't blink once, but in a flash, he saw a huge match appear in the man's hand.

The steel machete met the giant match.

Clank!

The large knife broke and the match head struck the big man's head harshly. A crisp brain crack sounded and the big man rumbled to the ground, white brains and bright red blood quickly flowing all over the place. His body was twitching, not quite dead yet, his eyes staring straight at Tang Mo and the giant match in his hand. His lips opened as if he wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter a single word.

No amount of physical prowess can survive having your head split by a mosaic of matches.

Tang Mo gasps heavily and looks over at the man who has fallen to the ground. The man didn't speak, and Tang Mo knew what he wanted to say.

"Why didn't you make the killer move until now, and purposely pretended to be in a sorry state? On the one hand, it's to trick you out of your psychic ability, Chen Shanshan said that your psychic ability has a three minute time limit, and now exactly three minutes and two seconds have passed. On the other hand, it is to prevent you from raising your guard." Tang Mo's expression was ice-cold, incomparably calm words spat out from his mouth, "But the most important reason is not to kill you, it is to find that person."

The big man's eyes were wet with blood, his eyelids trembled and he couldn't open them. But after Tang Mo said this, his body convulsed violently and reacted strongly.

It was at this moment that a horrified voice rang out from the bell tower not far from the stadium, "Ah, how did you ......"

Bang!

That one shot was followed by a second that never rang out.

"Last night, that gunman only showed up once and kept hiding in the shadows to fire cold shots. His close combat ability should be weak. If it's an ordinary sneak attack, to be cautious, he'll change his position after taking a shot. But just now, you were chasing me, and he had to support you in time, and wouldn't have had time to change position again."

On the bell tower, a little fat man poked out the window and cried out excitedly, "He's dead, he's dead!"

Tang Mo nodded at him and turned his head to look again at the big muscular man who had fallen to the ground.

The big man was twitching as his body became more and more rigid. But in the end, he actually hooked up the corners of his lips, revealing a strange and excited smile. Until his body was completely cold and his heart stopped, that strange smile was still hanging on his corpse.

Tang Mo's heart suddenly felt something was wrong, when two mournful screams rang out.

"Mr. Lee!"

"Mr. Lee!!!"

Tang Mo immediately ran out of the gym.

On the athletic field, a one-armed man drew his knife and flung the blood from the blade to the ground. In front of him, Mr. Lee fell to the ground with a thud, stabbed through the chest with a large knife.

Blood was pouring out of Mr. Li's mouth, and piercing blood was gurgling out from the location of his heart. Li Wen, who was holding Mr. Li, also had seven or eight wounds on his body. He and the two reserve students tried hard to press their hands against the hole in Mr. Li's heart, but they couldn't stop the bleeding, and soon their hands were wet with blood.

There wasn't a single wound on those two preppy students.

A dozen flowers grew abruptly on the wide athletic field. There is no grass in the school's athletic field, paved with artificial grass. But these flowers are just out of nowhere on the artificial lawn, did not bloom, are the flower bones, look at the appearance is just ordinary moon season, roses.

The one-armed man standing in front of the flowers was a short, lean man with an ugly, horrible scar on his face that cut from his left eye to the corner of his mouth. He didn't have a right arm and used his left hand to hold the knife. Bright red blood dripped along the tip of the knife as it clattered onto the ground, and he smiled sorrowfully as he gazed grimly at Tang Mo.

"They're all dead?"

Tang Mo gripped the large match, eyed the other man warily, and said coldly, "Dead. Only you are left."

"Is the only thing left that I will live." The short, skinny man gave a strange laugh and pointed his knife at Mr. Lee, who had fallen into a pool of blood, "He's dead."

Li Wen reached out and probed Mr. Li's nostrils, his voice stilted, "Not breathing ......"

The two preppy students froze.

From the dark corner of the athletic field, a figure suddenly sprang out, "I'll kill you!!!"

Qiao Feifei, who was furious when the chopper was knocked away by the one-armed man's large knife, had not yet reacted, but Tang Mo had already darted to her side, pulling the little girl's arm with one hand and bringing her behind him, while at the same time waving a match to meet the large knife.

Clank!

Without a doubt, the great sword shattered into two pieces once again.

A glint flashed in the one-armed man's eyes as he blazed over to the large match in Tang Mo's hand, "I can't believe it's this powerful!"

Qiao Feifei is covered by Tang Mo, Chen Shanshan sighs and runs out of the corner, pulling Qiao Feifei to Li Wen.

Fatty Zhao Ziang ran back from the bell tower, he entered the athletic field with a happy smile on his face, suddenly he saw Mr. Li who fell in a pool of blood, the smile on his face instantly disappeared into thin air.

"Mr. Lee!"

People die after all.

Tang Mo had guessed that these people would sneak up on him, but he had laid traps at every corner outside the school. Tang Mo and Fatty said that the smugglers didn't step on the glass to make noise because they were prepared. But in fact, Tang Mo had deliberately left one more trick up his sleeve.

During the day, he and Li Wen rearranged the glass of the streetlights on the road, deliberately leaving a curved path for walking.

If the stowaways are smart enough not to step on the glass and make noise, they will inevitably take this route, thus revealing their location. If they were smarter and realized Tang Mo's purpose and intentionally did not take this route, they would have stepped on the glass and revealed their whereabouts.

However the worst came to pass, they didn't step on the glass, but they didn't go that way either. So they caught the crowd off guard when they showed up. Luckily Tang Mo had a hand in preparing ahead of time and discussing strategy with Fatty, otherwise the situation might even be reversed now.

Tang Mo holds the giant match and asks, "How did you guys get in here?"

How could you get into the school without stepping on glass or going that way, and not have triggered a single trap.

A hard laugh escaped the man's throat, "Come in? We never went out, from the beginning!"

The little fat man was shocked, "No ...... no way! How is it possible that you guys haven't been out all this time? Have you guys been in school the whole time?"

"This school is so big, where are we hiding, how would you know?" The man's small eyes swept over everyone's body, especially looking a few more times at Chen Shanshan's two little girls, "In the past two days, Lao Zi just watched you guys set up those useless traps. Originally, I was planning to sneak up on you guys last night, but I didn't expect this kid to suddenly appear, so I'll let you guys live for one more day."

The feeling that the bad guys had been staying with themselves creeped out all the students.

Chen Shanshan clenched his teeth in self-reproach, "I didn't think about it, I didn't think it through."

Qiao Feifei held her hand, "I don't blame you, who of us would have thought that these assholes would leave the school and then turn around and come back and hide in our school. It's them who deserve to die!"

The one-armed man listened to Chen Shanshan and Qiao Feifei's words, and a strange light released from his eyes as he looked at them, his lips hooked up.

Tang Mo's eyes flashed and he took two steps to the side to block in front of the two girls. He said, "Your companions are dead, aren't you going to run away?"

"Why would I run away? Now it is you who will die." The man gripped his broken dagger and pointed it at Tang Mo. his dagger was only half broken, but he was actually fearless and was even looking at Tang Mo with a gaze of a dead man.The man was holding his broken dagger and pointing it at Tang Mo.

Tang Mo pinched the matches in his hand, the feeling of uneasiness in his heart growing stronger. He turned his head to the dozen or so flowers next to him and shouted, "You guys go and destroy these flowers!"

The one-armed man shouted coldly, "Dream on!" Said the man as he waved his broken sword to stop the students who wanted to destroy the flowers.

Tang Mo A match struck past, and the man reacted extremely quickly to block it with his broken knife. With a clang, the half-broken blade was struck by the giant match, and from the point of collision, a spiderweb of cracks surfaced on the blade. With a snap, the broken knife cracked into pieces, never to be used again.

"Go destroy the flowers!" Tang Mo yelled at the top of her lungs.

Except for the two preppy students who were still holding Mr. Li's body dumbfoundedly, the other four all rushed to the flowers. Little Fatty gripped the rhizome of a rose with both hands and yanked hard, he was shocked, "I can't yank it! This thing is harder than steel!"

The strongest of the students, Little Fatty, couldn't even destroy the flowers, and the others were even more helpless.

Tang Mo finally understands where the tension that she has never been able to relax comes from.

This one-armed man was surprisingly more physically fit than Tang Mo. He looked short and skinny, but his body was full of tight muscles. These muscles were not something you could have just by becoming a stowaway; before the planet came online, this man's physical qualities were far stronger than average. His reflexes are on par with Tang Mo's, but his fighting skills and strength are far superior to Tang Mo's. Even though he is now unarmed and barehanded, he has managed to dodge the Big Match's attacks time and time again, and has only been hit by the Big Match once.

"Use your powers and make sure you destroy those flowers!"

The little fat man's forehead was covered in sweat as he responded, and a long thin spike appeared in front of him. He focused his mind and aimed the long nail at the rose's thin rhizome. Whoosh! The long nail turned into a dark silver shadow in the air and penetrated the rhizome. A spark like a metal collision erupted as the nail collided with the rhizome.

"Yes!"

Little Fatty grasped at straws and kept poking at the rhizomes with his nails. His nails were too thin, and he didn't dare to guarantee that they could penetrate the thin rhizome every time. For every flower destroyed, at least twenty pokes were needed, and it took two minutes to actually destroy a flower.

Fatty: "I've got a gun here, and this rhizome is probably about as strong as steel, so if you use a gun you might be able to destroy it too. There's eight rounds in it, it could destroy at least one flower."

Fatty subconsciously handed the gun to another official player, Qiao Feifei. Qiao Feifei was dumbfounded, "This ...... is a gun."

"Yes, it's a gun, try it quickly, focus on this root."

Qiao Feifei gathered her courage and prepared to reach for the gun, but while she hesitated, one hand had already taken the gun in the little fat man's hand. The short-haired little girl stared stoically at the moonflower rhizome in front of her, holding the gun with both hands, the muzzle aimed at the thin rhizome. Chen Shanshan's hand did not tremble, her eyes were firm as she pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet grazed the moonflower rhizome and crumbled into a thin gash.

The powerful recoil caused the little girl, who was only a first year, to fall back half a step, and without waiting for the little fat man to speak, she raised the gun again and thumped two more shots.

Qiao Feifei watched from the sidelines, relieved, "It really works."

Even the two preppy students ran over to help. Fatty used his powers to penetrate the roots, and Chen Shanshan used his handgun to destroy two of the flowers. The other three students and Li Wen worked hard to cut the roots of the flowers with kitchen knives, and with their efforts, they were able to make an opening after ten cuts.

Tang Mo takes the big match and holds the one-armed man.

The two men collide several times on the athletic field, and the one-armed man's right shoulder has long since been shattered by a large match. An ordinary man would have been unable to get up by now, but he was a stowaway, and he remained grim as he confronted Tang Mo.

Tang Mo's situation was no better, the man had only one hand left, but the fingers of that hand curled up and slammed his middle finger into Tang Mo's ribs. Tang Mo heard the sound of a crisp fracture from inside his body - one of his ribs was broken.

That's real fighting.

If the man's other hand was still there, even if Tang Mo had big matches, he wouldn't necessarily be able to coax them out of his hand.

But he doesn't have another hand.

Taking advantage of his illness, Tang Mo swings a large match, finds the man's slightest flaw, and strikes him in the head with a match.

The one-armed man couldn't dodge. He knew the power of a giant match, and that a blow to the head would kill him. Without hesitation, he raised his left arm to his head and swung it outward.

"Bang!"

With a stiff left hand, the man changed the direction of Tang Mo's match and it grazed his scalp. A small black shadow made a parabola in the air and landed on the athletic field. The man looked up at Tang Mo with a grim expression, and at his left wrist, all that was left was a bloodied severed hand, which landed on the ground not far away.

"I'll kill you!!!"

Tang Mo did not say any nonsense and raised a large match to chop over. But the man suddenly looked up at the sky and laughed madly, "You're going to die, you're all going to die! The only one who can survive is old me, only me!!!"

Tang Mo followed his gaze.

In the vast night sky, the moon was dark and there were no stars around. A large black cloud slowly drifted in from the distance, blocking out half of the moon, leaving the moon with only a small pointed hook.

"Know what my powers are? You guys think they're just ordinary flowers? It isn't! My psychic ability is stronger than that dumbass who only breathes fire, and a hundred times stronger than that dumbass who 'possesses a hundred bullets in every gun'! My flower has now sucked up all the essence of the moonlight, and as long as this cloud covers the moonlight, completely, my flower will bloom!"

Tang Mo bristled and twisted her head toward the flowers.

Fatty has destroyed six flowers, Chen Shanshan two, and the others have combined their efforts to cut one.

There are three flowers left.

As the dark clouds gradually enveloped the moon, the outermost petals of those three flowers gently trembled. Everyone heard a brittle sound, the sound of petals beginning to bloom. Petal by petal, the petals swayed gently in the evening breeze, and the more petals unfolded, the more clearly the rich dark purple stamens inside were revealed.

"When all my flowers bloom, you will die. It is highly poisonous! Once the poison dissipates, only I can live, only I!" The one-armed man had lost an arm and a hand, and had fallen into a frenzy. He kept mumbling "death" and stared at the Tang Mo crowd with venomous eyes, wishing they would die right now.

Tang Mo Where's the heart for him, he runs straight up, swings a match, and chops at a flower.

Clank!

This rose shook gently, and Tang Mo took a closer look at the stem, which had been bent 15° by a large match. Surprisingly, not even a large match could split it!

"Fuck you all hahahahahaha ......"

In the sky, dark clouds cover the moon as Tang Mo wields a large match to split flowers without blinking.

However, he had only cleaved through one flower, and the moon was already completely covered by dark clouds.

"You're all dead, all of you!"

Tang Mo walked up to another flower, which was almost fully bloomed, with only the last layer of petals still firmly covering the stamen. The stamen was a piercing deep purple color, bright and colorful, a poison that could be seen with the naked eye.

Tang Mo lifted the match and before he could strike it, he suddenly saw a faint black mist surging over the man's face in his afterglow. This black mist seemed to have been seen somewhere before, wrapped around the man's head.

It was at this moment that a fierce wind kicked up from the flat ground. Before the crowd could react, in a blink of an eye, the pale moonlight color once again whisked onto the ground.

The smile on the one-armed man's face suddenly froze as he raised his head, his eyes widening in disbelief, "No! This can't be possible! How!"

Tang Mo When he looked again, the black mist next to the man's head had dissipated. But the unexplained wind from earlier had blown away the dark clouds that had obscured the moon. When the moonlight shone on the petals again, the blooming of the petals stopped instantly. Tang Mo took two minutes to cut off all the two poisonous flowers.

The one-armed man saw this and pulled out, a tiny nail going through the back of his head and out the front of his forehead.

The one-armed man's eyes widened and he fell to the ground with a thud.

The little fat man s trembling voice rang out, "Is he ...... he dead?"

Tang Mo's grip on the large match slowly relaxed, "Well, he's dead."

No one knows how the dark clouds obscuring the moon suddenly lifted, and dismisses it as a coincidence. Tang Mo, however, knew that before the big battle began, he drew a circle. Instead of cursing the strong-looking fire-breathing hulk and the gunman, he cursed the one-armed man.

The unknown enemy is always more terrifying than the known one.

Tang Mo had only left a hand out as a precautionary measure. He himself wasn't sure if the "draw a circle and curse you" power would work, and what the effect would be when it did. But he does, and the results seem to be very good.

With the enemy dead, the students instantly relaxed and fell to the ground. Chen Shanshan, still holding the pistol tightly in her hand, sat down on the ground and held on to it even though it was empty, as if it was safe.

The students worked together to carry the bodies of the three stowaways to the toilet, joining the two stowaways who had died earlier. They hatefully stomped on the bodies of the five, trampling them to the point of disfigurement before dropping the bodies into the trench of the toilet.

Mr. Lee's body was moved by the kids into the hallway of the gym.

There were seven bodies in total, lying peacefully on the cold ground. I don't know who cried first, sad and sad cries echoed in the gymnasium. When the crying was over, what came back to my mind was the fear of having killed someone.

Fatty Zhao Ziang just killed the gunman and the one-armed man. When he killed, his heart was filled with the desire for revenge, and he didn't feel like he had killed anyone at all. Now he ran outside the gymnasium, holding onto a pillar, and kept vomiting.

The other children gathered around in fear as Chen Shanshan handed out water and food to everyone. Li Wen walks out onto the athletic field without saying a word, not seeming to have gotten over the big fight.

"This may not be the last time you kill someone."

A light and calm voice rang out from behind Little Fatty.

Little Fatty had already vomited so much that even his bile came out, and when he heard the voice, he turned to look.

Tang Mo took a bottle of water and threw it to him, his face didn't have much expression and his voice was calm: "This world has changed. You need to grow up if you want to live. Your special ability is very useful, it can protect many people, as well as yourself."

The little fat man wiped the bile from the side of his mouth. His eyes flickered and his lips trembled. After a long time, he clenched his teeth and said firmly, "I know that if I don't kill them, they'll kill me. I'm not wrong, I just ...... just don't quite fit in."

"Don't rush, take your time to get used to it." Tang Mo said.

"Brother Tang Mo, were you afraid when you killed that man?"

Fatty only knew that Tang Mo had killed the fire-breathing man, he didn't know that he had killed a stowaway before. Tang Mo's voice was calm: "The first time I killed someone, I was a little scared. But more than being scared, I was more worried about being killed myself."

The little fat man nodded his head in confusion.

Tang Mo said no more.

If he had to choose between the two, he would choose to let the other die without hesitation.

After comforting the little fatty a little, Tang Mo walked alone to the pond in front of the gymnasium, stretched out her hand, and took out a book from the air. Opening the book, Tang Mo's eyes suddenly froze when they touched the first line of the text.

[Alien Power: Goblin, give me back my grandfather!]

[Owner: Xu Qiang (stowaway)]

[Type: Atomic]

[Function: Blazing flames from the mouth for 30 seconds at a temperature of up to 961 degrees Celsius]

[Class: Level II]

[Restrictions: Cooldown time three minutes, before using, you need to cross your arms and roar "Give me back my grandpa".]

[Remarks: Xu (Si) Qiang (Wa) said that all those who have seen my powers are dead, except Tang Mo].

Tang Mo version of the instructions for use: can only be used once a day, the temperature up to 800 ° C, before use need to cross their arms and roar "return my grandfather". I think this ability is very suitable for Tang Mo, this is the kind of ability Tang Mo should have, this kind of chicken ability of mine is just like a magpie's nest, I'm ashamed of myself!

Tang Mo: "......"

You've even cursed yourself in order to undermine people, okay!

It also uses two idioms in a row!

Tang Mo's face kept changing, and he closed the book with a bang.

He would never use this ability in his life.

Absolutely not!

"Would you like some water?" A female voice came from behind.

Tang Mo immovably placed the bitchy alien book behind her back and turned her head to look at the short little girl.

Chen Shanshan came over with a bottle of water and a piece of bread. Tang Mo took the bread: "I've had water, no need."

Chen Shanshan nodded.

Fatty had finished puking and was back in the gym, he needed to rest. Outside the gym, Tang Mo and Chen Shanshan were left.

Chen Shanshan : "They are all asleep. Just now Li Wen's brother also came back, he said he couldn't sleep and planned to go to the school to take a stroll and see his alma mater again."

"Uh-huh."

"...... This time, I really thank you."

Tang Mo looks to the little girl with the short hair.

Chen Shanshan's gaze was steely and calm, "Not only thank you for this, but thank you for remembering my father's last wish and coming to see me for him. Next I want to stay with my classmates, we'll leave the school and together we'll see what the world is really like out there."

Tang Mo raised an eyebrow as he picked up on the little girl's painted voice, "You know I was going to take you with me?"

"Knowing that, I can probably guess." Chen Shanshan had little expression on her face, too mature to be a thirteen or fourteen year old. "But now that Mr. Li is gone, I don't want to leave anymore."

Tang Mo looked steadily at the little girl, he smiled a little and didn't say another word.

Tang Mo did think about taking the little girl away. It wasn't because of any pretense of taking care of the daughter of a deceased person, nor was it because she felt sorry for the little girl and wanted to protect her. It was purely because this child was too smart and her psychic abilities were very strong. Even the psychic books commented that Tang Mo had gotten lucky to collect Chen Shanshan's psychic abilities, so it was clear that Chen Shanshan would be a very strong helper.

She's not much of a force, but she's certainly a lot more useful than Li Wen.

In this unknown and dangerous world, Tang Mo wants a smart teammate.

However, once Mr. Li died, Chen Shanshan seemed to have strengthened her resolve to stay. Tang Mo, though feeling sorry for him, will not be persuaded.

"Can I call you ...... Tang Mo brother?"

Tang Mo froze slightly and nodded.

The little girl smiled, a small dimple when she smiled, though she was average and not exactly good looking. "You're leaving tomorrow, aren't you? I hope we can meet again later. By then, I'll be stronger. Brother Tang Mo, thank you."

Tang Mo hooked up the corners of his mouth and was about to speak when a low, magnetic voice rang out in his head -

[...... disturbing you?]

Tang Mo: "......"

Almost immediately, Tang Mo heard who the voice was.

Chen Shanshan was very keen: "Brother Tang Mo, what's wrong with you?"

Although the little girl just called Tang Mo in a very common tone of voice, but she was still a minor child, her voice was brittle, so when she shouted, originally there was no problem, but by the phrase "disturbing you", Tang Mo always felt that there was something strange.

In favor of this person, he also said it again: [Sorry for disturbing you, I'll come back another time].

Tang Mo's mouth twitches, "It's not what you think!"

Chen Shanshan : "...... Tang Mo Brother?"

Tang Mo calmed down and said, "You go back first, I'll go look for Li Wen."

Chen Shanshan gave him a suspicious look, her eyes twinkling as if she was guessing something. However, she quickly turned her head and entered the gym without asking any further questions.

Tang Mo took out the white Huo Ji egg from his pocket, and as expected, the egg was shining with a faint light.

He frowned, his expression hard, his tone a little bad: "Fu ...... sir? Right now your voice is ringing in my head, it's not the same as the last time we contacted each other. But let's leave this matter aside for now, what is your business?"