They Are Not Human!

1,

Wen Qing stared at the words on the paper.

Desire, Desire…

Desire, torture...

Yu Xing never said which two words his name was!

Wen Qing clutched the page, remembering the familiar sneering sound she heard in the temple yesterday afternoon.

The statue of the temple, shouldn't it really be a torture? !

Wen Qing was stunned, and suddenly understood something.

Yu Xing, Ji Yu and Sikong may really be gods.

Regardless of whether they are gods in the real world, at least in this infinite world, they are gods, worshipped and worshipped by people.

So in the dungeon of the guide, the three of them are magic cards...

Literally means this.

The reason why this dungeon is so astringent is because the goddess of this dungeon is suffocation!

No one noticed Wen Qing's absent-mindedness, and they were all reciting prayers: "...It's ecstatic love and lust, his birthright."

"Love and desire can bring people continuous joy, but they can also make people lose their minds and lose their minds. Gifts or punishments are all in the mind of God..."

Wen Qing tilted his head and followed the other students in a trance to turn the page, full of thoughts about stagnation.

God should have restrictions in the dungeon, so euthanasia never appeared, only to frighten him when he was in the temple.

Depression can only come in the temple? Or are there other conditions?

Just thinking about it, Wen Qing heard the reading aloud: "Every spring to celebrate the birth of God, God will give us carnival and freedom."

"Great God, Lord of Radiance."

God's birthday.

Wen Qing's eyelids jumped, this Sunday is the God's Birthday Celebration.

The main quest is to survive until the end of Nativity Day.

On God's birthday, shouldn't stagnation appear? !

Wen Qing's back was cold, and she was drenched in cold sweat.

Yu Xing won't necessarily kill him, but in this astringent copy, he will definitely do other things.

He has to do advanced tasks and leave this dungeon before the birthday of God.

During the whole class, Wen Qing was immersed in the amazing fact that suffocation was a god.

Everyone in the class rushed to the toilet to wash their faces and meditate because of their physiological reactions, leaving Wen Qing alone in the seat.

After a while, Wen Qing regained her senses, and found that there was no one in the classroom, and there were sounds of laughter and slapstick from outside the corridor.

He blinked, and was about to get up to look for Bai Tong, when suddenly someone walked into the classroom and blocked his desk.

"You didn't go to the toilet to calm down, did you?"

Wen Qing raised her head, it was Zhang Chengrun's tablemate, an inch player.

Wen Qing couldn't figure out the purpose of his chat, so he nodded and replied, "No."

The inch-headed player smiled, Sanbai eyed Wen Qing's body up and down, and smiled wickedly: "Do you want to be calm in another way?"

"I saw that Oz had gone to the toilet. He probably won't help you. Do you want me to help you?"

Saying that, he raised his hands and made a wretched twitching gesture.

Wen Qing immediately understood the meaning of what this Cuntou said just now, he frowned, stopped paying attention to the other party, and continued to walk out.

The Inch Player followed behind him and said cheerfully, "Where are we going? Are you going to the stairs or the toilet?"

Wen Qing took two steps and felt a gust of wind on the side of his hand, so he hurriedly avoided it.

As soon as he turned around, this Cuntou really put on a gesture of reaching out, trying to grab him.

Wen Qing looked at him vigilantly, frowned and said, "The second rule of the school rules, you can't force others."

The inch head paused and sneered: "I haven't forced you yet."

Wen Qing stepped back, pulled the distance between the two of them, and approached the door. After making sure that she could run away, she gathered up the courage and said, "If you come over again, I, I will sue the teacher!"

In the next second, a scoff sounded from above Wen Qing's head.

He looked up and saw the blond hair gleaming in the sun.

It's Oz.

Ozzy didn't say a word, the short-term player shivered and stammered to explain: "I, I just passed by..."

Wen Qing looked at the one-inch man who was shaking like a sieve, and wanted to stand sideways and stay away from Oz.

But Oz put his hand on his shoulder and lowered his eyes: "What did he just say?"

His voice was low, coupled with his burly height, Wen Qing also began to be a little scared. To tell the truth: "He asked me if I wanted to calm down in another way, and said he saw you going to the toilet and wanted to help me..."

Ozzy stared at his open and closed lips and asked, "Do you know what he means by gang?"

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then said slowly, "I know."

Although he is stupid, he is not so stupid, is he? !

Ozzy didn't seem to be waiting for an answer, and continued: "He's molesting you."

The short-term player hurriedly said: "I, I don't."

"It's him who seduced me, otherwise I wouldn't dare touch your people - ah ah ah ah!"

The screams rang in his ears, and Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled as he watched Oz raise his hand to grab the inch-headed male player's neck and slammed into the back door of the classroom.

"boom-"

The center of the wooden door was sunken and broken, and the wood stubble on the edge was stained bright red with blood, which looked shocking.

"Ahhhh-"

The one-inch player screamed and said, "Ah, ah, school, school rules can't be strong, forced ah ah ah-"

He wanted to remind the second rule of the Oz school rules not to force others, and the next second, his head was slammed on the door again.

"boom-"

The inch-toed player had large and small stubble on his forehead, and the longest one directly crossed half of his forehead.

Seeing this scene up close, Wen Qing's legs went weak and her face instantly paled.

At the same time, other students heard the movement in the classroom and rushed over to see Oz beating the short-term player, standing silently at the door, not daring to speak.

Ozzy let go of his hand, kicked the short-cut player away, kicked the player a few meters away, and walked to Wen Qing.

Wen Qing opened her eyes wide and looked at Oz in horror.

Oz looked at his face, his cheeks were pale, his lips were red, and his eyes were a little red, and he seemed to have a feeling of pity.

Oz pressed his throat down, lowered his head slowly, sniffed the sweet fragrance on his body, and his green eyes darkened a bit.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, she was frightened and did not dare to look directly at Oz.

Oz looked down at him and asked, "Are you happy?"

Wen Qing was afraid of dying, so he didn't dare to say that he was unhappy. He stumbled and said, "High, happy."

"Oz." Bai Tong hurried over and stood in front of Wen Qing.

Oz glanced at him and turned to leave the classroom.

Bai Tong stared at his back, thought for a while, then turned to ask Wen Qing, "Are you okay?"

Wen Qing nodded dumbly, and returned to his seat with vain steps.

Bai Tong sat on Ji Junfeng's seat and asked in a low voice, "What happened just now?"

Wen Qing repeated it truthfully.

After a while, he recovered from the violence of Oz.

Oz seems to be helping him out?

Bai Tong half-closed his eyes, his eyes fell on Wen Qing's face calmly.

He did not recover from Oz's violence, his long eyelashes trembled slightly, a thin layer of mist swayed under his eyes, his pale cheeks and rosy lips contrasted sharply, even if he did nothing, he could easily Brings out the evil desires in the heart.

Oz…

Bai Tong's face darkened, looking at Wen Qing's ignorant eyes, he said to him again, "Stay away from Oz."

Wen nodded lightly.

Oz did not return to the classroom until the bell rang.

Wen Qing took a peek at him and found that Oz had water droplets on his face, his hair was wet, and the neckline of the school uniform was also soaked in water, revealing smooth muscle lines.

Did you go to the toilet just now?

Wen Qing was stunned, thinking to himself, did Ozzy urinate halfway through beating someone?

Or... lustful?

Wen Qing's expression changed rapidly, and she didn't dare to think about it any longer. She quickly retracted her gaze, moved her chair, and stayed away from Oz.

There are two classes in the morning, both are prayer classes.

Teacher Sun walked into the classroom again and noticed the wound on Chen Qiang's forehead at a glance.

His face suddenly turned cold, and he slammed the book on the desk: "Chen Qiang, what's wrong with your forehead?!"

Chen Qiang looked back carefully, Oz's strength is well known, this teacher may not be able to beat Oz.

As long as Oz is not dead, he must be unlucky.

With such a comparison, Chen Qiang hesitated to say that he was beaten by Oz.

"I-I accidentally fell..."

Teacher Sun said with a gloomy face: "How many times have I told you! Be sure to pay attention to your body before the celebration of God's Birthday!"

"Get up and go to the temple to heal your wounds."

Hearing the temple, Chen Qiang panicked even more. Now no one knows what will happen if he goes to the temple for healing.

He quickly said, "Teacher, I, I'm fine, don't bother God anymore."

"I'll be fine tomorrow, tomorrow!"

Mr. Sun stared at his wound. Chen Qiang's forehead was in a mess with sawdust, but there was no deep wound. It wasn't particularly serious, but the red and white flesh looked a little oozing.

Chen Qiangsheng was afraid of being dragged to the temple, so he immediately opened the book and said to Teacher Sun, "Teacher, I'm really fine, I just need to pray to God in the classroom."

Teacher Sun looked a little worried: "It's okay, if the injury doesn't improve tomorrow, you must go to the temple."

"Let's start class now."

Chen Qiang breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the cold sweat on his face, and the next second, he heard a sneer next to him.

Zhang Chengrun glanced at him and said with a sneer, "I told you that Wen Qing is from Oz and doesn't listen to good people."

Chen Qiang's face changed, he didn't want to admit that he was lustful, and said angrily, "Stinky bitch, don't make fun of me."

Zhang Chengrun: "Shabi, incompetent and furious."

Chen Qiang gritted his teeth: "Did I **** you?"

****

After the prayer class was over, Teacher Sun asked everyone to go to the cafeteria immediately.

The process of lunch is the same as in the morning. You can only leave after calling, serving, and checking the plate. The only difference is that there is another seafood at noon, and the dishes are very rich.

Two classes in the afternoon are reading classes, and the library opens early at noon.

After Wen Qing finished lunch, he went directly to the library with Bai Tong.

The library has two floors. The first floor is full of bookshelves when you enter the door. Each bookshelf has classification slogans, and on the other side of the bookshelves are tables and chairs.

Wen Qing looked up at the bookshelf categories, which were very strange.

It is not the classification of philosophy, religion, language and literature, but posture, equipment, and so on.

Wen Qing glanced at the cover of the book, Bai Huahua's body made his eyes hurt.

Bai Tong paused, raised his jaw slightly, and looked at a separate row of bookshelves in front of him: "School History."

Wen Qing looked over, and the label on that row of bookshelves had the word "School History" on it. Looking around, the books were normal.

【The Yearbook of Theological Seminary 2000】

[2001 Seminary Yearbook]

【2002 Seminary Yearbook】

...

Wen Qing approached, and the entire bookshelf was covered with yearbooks. From 1969 to 2021, the outer covers of these yearbook books were exactly the same, so the school history book in the corner was extraordinarily abrupt.

[The Seminary, a piece of school history]

Bai Tong raised his hand and took out the book, opened the first page, and what caught his eye was a sentence written by the self-proclaimed founder of the school.

[God's favorite number is 69, and the seminary only admits 69 students each year. — School Builder JJ]

2,

Bai Tong said: "God's favorite number is 69..."

He paused, understood quickly, and looked at the school history book silently.

Wen Qing looked at it for a while before slowly reacting.

69…

Depression likes 69…

Why put such a thing in a book?

He really doesn't want to know at all!

The air was unusually silent. For a long time, Bai Tong said, "The seminary only recruits 69 students every year."

"Now we have 74 people."

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched, and she had an ominous feeling in her heart: "5 more tricks."

Bai Tong pursed his lips and whispered, "There are still five days until the birthday of God."

"On God's birthday, there must be only God's favorite numbers left."

Wen Qing's face turned pale, which meant that people might die in the next few days.

The system is forcing them to do advanced tasks and find out the secrets of the school.

Bai Tong tapped the page lightly, called Wen Qing's attention back, and asked slowly, "Do you have any other ideas?"

Wen Qing was a little confused. She didn't know why he suddenly asked this, so she could only say dryly, "I-I want to find out the secrets hidden in the seminary."

Bai Tong chuckled lightly: "I didn't mean that."

He pointed to the sentence of the founder of the school and asked again: "What do you understand about this sentence?"

Wen Qing blinked and understood Bai Tong's question.

This sentence has other hidden information.

what is it?

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, her cheeks were hot, and she said tentatively, "Six, six or nine?"

Bai Tong didn't speak, but he raised the corners of his lips and smiled until his eyes were bent.

Knowing that she must have said a far-fetched answer, Wen Qing's cheeks became even hotter, her ears were flushed, and she stammered, "You, don't laugh at me..."

"I know I'm stupid."

Bai Tong put his right hand in his fist, blocking the corner of Gao Yang's lips, but his tone was still smiling: "Not stupid."

"so cute."

Wen Qing said that he was not comforted, and asked in a low voice, "What's the point?"

Bai Tong explained patiently: "The seminary only recruits 69 students every year, and now with 10 players added, there are only 74 students."

He followed a good manner, like a classmate who used to take the trouble to teach Wen Qing math problems.

Wen Qing thought about it and quickly figured it out: "Before we come, there are only 64 people left in the seminary."

"Five people are missing."

Bai Tong nodded: "Their disappearance should be related to the so-called secret."

"And..."

He dragged his tone, waiting for Wen to answer lightly.

Wen Qing raised her eyes, met Baitong's dark eyes, and said hesitantly, "Is it still related to Ji Junfeng?"

Bai Tong bent his lips and patted Wen Qing's head as if encouraging a child: "Well, the response is very fast."

Wen Qing blushed and whispered, "Because you asked well."

If he was left to think for himself, he would definitely not be able to think of it for a while.

Bai Tong lowered his eyes and turned the book to the next page.

The book "Theological Seminary, A School History" fits the title very well. It is a school history when it is said to be a school history.

Briefly describe the history of the establishment of the school.

The land at the foot of the seminary used to be a barren land ravaged by monsters. The man who claimed to be the founder of the seminary entered here by accident and was rescued by God when he was about to die, so he built the seminary.

At the end of the book, there is a passage from the founder of the school.

[Because of God’s grace and love, the students who enter the school are protected by God, limited to one year, from the time of graduation to eternity, the world is endless, and the glory belongs to God. 】

Wen Qing couldn't understand these words, and looked at Bai Tong blankly.

Bai Tong said, "The seminary is a one-year program."

He looked down at the school history book and said slowly, "If I guessed correctly, God's Birthday is when other students graduate."

Wen Qing's eyelids twitched wildly, something must happen on God's Birthday.

Bai Tong lowered his eyes and quickly flipped through the school history book again.

He frowned and said to Wen Qing, "There's no school rules here."

"School rules were added later."

Wen Qing frowned, which meant that something happened later, so the teachers added those three school rules.

[Pray to God every day. 】

[You cannot force others. 】

【It is forbidden to leave the dormitory after curfew. 】

Bai Tong put down the school history book and looked at the yearbook full of bookshelves: "Look at the yearbook for clues."

Wen nodded lightly and started looking for this year's or last year's yearbook.

After walking around the bookshelf, I couldn't find the yearbook, but I saw Chen Qiang covering Zhang Chengrun's mouth and dragging him directly to the corridor.

Wen Qing frowned, poked Bai Tong's arm quickly, and whispered about Zhang Chengrun.

Bai Tong put down the book, and the two of them hurriedly followed.

There was a sound of clothes rustling in front of him, the belt fell on the wall, making a snapping sound, followed by Chen Qiang's scolding: "Fuck you, you stinky bitch, there is no limit to sao, and you dare to look down on me. ."

"Short and thin, you're not a **** man!"

Zhang Chengrun raised his voice and said, "You dare to touch me, have you forgotten the second rule of the school?!"

Chen Qiang sneered: "Ozzy that **** hits me fine, what the **** can happen to you?!"

Just as Wen Qing ran to the stairs, she heard a sticky cry inside.

Not painful, like... cool.

Wen Qing took a step and suddenly didn't know whether to go in or not.

Wasn't that a fun play just now?

He tilted his head to look at Bai Tong.

Bai Tong lifted his eyelids, took a step in, and looked at the two people in the corner coldly.

"Damn, is I short?"

"Short death! Ah-"

Wen Qing took a small step forward and saw Chen Qiang and Zhang Chengrun taking off their pants.

The next second, the two of them moved in unison.

Not because of Wen Qing and Bai Tong, but because there was a figure at the entrance of the stairs on the second floor.

Teacher Chen stood upstairs at some point, looking at them gloomily.

Chen Qiang and Zhang Chengrun's expressions changed instantly.

Teacher Chen walked down the stairs slowly, the heels of the leather shoes stepped on the steps, the voice was very soft, and the hearts of several people present were beating heavily.

"During fasting, purify the heart and purify the desires."

"Student Chen Qiang and student Zhang Chengrun violated the fasting regulations, despised the gods, and each confinement for 24 hours to repent. Chen Qiang violated Article 2 of the school's rules, not forcing others, and an additional six-hour confinement."

Chen Qiang's face was pale, and he said quickly, "Teacher, we haven't done anything!"

"I, we are just kidding, I haven't entered yet..."

Zhang Chengrun gritted his teeth and said to Teacher Chen, "Teacher, I was forced by him. I, I also want to abstain from **** and purify my heart. I did not take the initiative to violate the fasting regulations and should not be punished."

Hearing this, Chen Qiang became furious and slapped Zhang Chengrun on the face: "Grass mud horse, you stinky **** seduced me!"

Teacher Chen looked at them coldly and did not speak.

Soon, a few big men rushed in, walked to Zhang Chengrun and Chen Qiang, grabbed their arms, and the two immediately went limp and collapsed to the ground.

"Take it to the confinement room."

After dealing with Chen Qiang and Zhang Chengrun, Teacher Chen walked up to Wen Qing and Bai Tong, smiled and said kindly, "They are about to be purified of their minds and bodies."

Wen Qing's heart skipped a beat, how to purify?

Bai Tong twitched the corners of his mouth and took Wen Qing back to the first floor.

Before long, a radio announcement sounded in the library.

[Chen Qiang and Zhang Chengrun violated school rules and fasting regulations and went to the confinement room to purify their minds and bodies. 】

Players, you look at me, I look at you, whispering and exchanging messages.

Wen slowed down for a while, then walked to the bookshelf and continued to look for the yearbook.

The 2021 yearbook is in the corner of the bottom row, blocked by another yearbook, so it was not found just now.

Wen Qing just stretched out his hand, and one hand moved faster than him, and took out the yearbook.

"Do you know what happened to Chen Qiang and Zhang Chengrun?" Li Jingjing asked Wen Qing with a smile while holding the yearbook book.

Wen Qing told the truth and told her what she saw.

Li Jingjing nodded thoughtfully and smiled at Wen Qing: "I just heard some news."

"The bald head who failed admission yesterday was a strong criminal before."

The so-called sin refers to strong J.

Bai Tong squinted his eyes: "The second rule of the school rules that you can't force others means you can't force others to have sex."

"It has nothing to do with other coercions."

Wen Qing was ignorant, which meant that school violence did not violate school rules.

So Oz can beat anyone casually, so Ji Junfeng was beaten by other classmates...

The **** here, Yu Xing, only cares about the sexual desires of everyone.

Wen Qing couldn't help pinching her palm, Yu Xing, this **** is a lecherous god!

Li Jingjing shook the yearbook in his hand and said to Bai Tong, "Brother Bai, my hobby is to follow the rules."

Bai Tong stared at her.

Wen Qing is still pondering how normal people's hobbies are.

What's so special about him?

Li Jingjing added: "I have met you a few times in the world before, Lucky Hotel."

"I may not be able to pass this copy alone."

Wen Qing looked at Li Jingjing and then at Bai Tong.

Is this what it means to cooperate?

Bai Tong pursed his lips and said, "My clue is to read books, and the gentle one is alone."

Li Jingjing smiled at Wen Qing, without asking who the clue was.

She held up the yearbook book and said to the two, "I'll open it up and take a look."

Li Jingjing turned the first page, and the next second, the smile on her face froze.

Wen Qing leaned over to see that the first page of the yearbook was a photo of the students.

Everyone closed their eyes and looked serene, and everyone had the same indifferent smile on their faces, as if carved out of a mold.

Looking closely, the angle of view of the photo is very strange, it is the angle of the upside down.

Everyone seems to be lying in a coffin, being rubbed into the same smile, as if all the years are quiet, and they are worshipped by those who come to pay homage.

Wen Qing only felt a chill.