"Damn it. Is he really here? Will there be an explosion?!"
"Why do I feel so gloomy and cold? Are we going to be killed by the live broadcast?!"
"F*ck! What's there to be afraid of? Why aren't you afraid when you're eating, drinking, and playing with women?!"
"You jinx, even if you're going to die, you're going to die!" a few of the leaders of the god-slaying sect whispered. Tonight, they had received news from the Death Inquisitor at the same time.
Then, they rushed to Bright High School with their underlings.
It was late at night and there was no light at all. The shadows of the trees under the moonlight were reflected on the ground.
Coo Coo Coo!
Accompanied by some strange cries, although more than a hundred people had come, they were still a little scared.
They went upstairs and arrived at the scene of the crime. It was Grade three, Class two.