One hundred and thirty. The settings were modified a bit, because it is not allowed to suck the little shit inside the intestines.

"Their bodies are all intact!"

Fen'er, Lu Li's deskmate, stood up and shrieked.

The calm-faced Lu Li, whom she pointed at, sat quietly in his seat.

Malicious gazes, filled with ill intent, fell upon Lu Li and those students whose bodies were unharmed.

"Would there be injuries if you died trapped?" Lu Li said calmly, looking up at his deskmate. "You too died trapped, perhaps you could show us your injuries."

Fen'er faltered, reluctantly pointing elsewhere: "He said he died from a fall!"

The man she pointed to was named Niu Hu, who died after falling into a dry well and getting trapped there.

Click.

With an almost imperceptible sound, Niu Hu placed his leg on the table, revealing a twisted and deformed calf.

"Look, I broke my leg," Niu Hu said, and after a moment's thought, clicked it back into place in front of everyone, looking as it did originally.

"It's just that I learned some massage techniques and can reset it myself."