Fatal Impulse

Chapter 9: Fear makes people cruel

Now everyone knows that there is a Specter in our classroom, and this Specter is Han Ziyu. Every time I think of this, there are many people with pale faces. I left the classroom in shock, and after I left the school, I immediately called Wang Yinyang.

After receiving my call, Wang Yinyang immediately asked me what I found in the classroom. I immediately told him what I saw, and after listening to what I said, Wang Yinyang was on the phone and said in a serious voice, "So speaking, it's almost certain that the person in your class group is Han Ziyu."

"So what should I do?" I asked involuntarily.

"About this, don't act rashly for the time being. Just listen to me. I will tell you how to deal with her." Wang Yinyang said.

"Okay, I'll listen to you." I finished and put the phone down. At this time, I breathed a sigh of relief. No matter what, with Wang Yinyang's assurance, I don't need to worry about Han Ziyu at all.

When I got home and finished eating, I picked up my phone and rummaged through it. Soon I saw Mo Qingyu in the group. I hesitated, but sent her a text message anyway.

"Why did you save me?"

After I finished sending the text message, I waited for Mo Qingyu's reply. After a while, she replied, "I saved you because I think you are trustworthy."

"Really? Anyway, thank you very much." I wrote hastily.

"It's nothing, but it really surprised me today. I didn't expect to see Han Ziyu. Speaking of which, she is quite pitiful." Mo Qingyu wrote.

"Yeah, abandoned by a scumbag, and had no choice but to commit suicide." I wrote.

"Are you guys all messing around like this?" Mo Qingyu asked me. Looking at her news, I really didn't know what to say, and finally I thought about it and replied, 'I'm not that kind of person anyway. ’

After that, Mo Qingyu ignored me again, and I was bored and started making jokes. So the night passed.

The next day, I sat up in bed, checked my phone as usual, then turned and walked towards the school. Speaking of today is Saturday, the school will be closed this afternoon. Speaking of which, maybe the underworld gatekeeper won't issue a mission these days.

Just when I was thinking about it, I had come to the classroom. In the classroom, the students are sitting idle, talking to each other.

I returned to my seat and chatted with Zhao Pengyu.

"You must be very proud?" Zhao Pengyu said suddenly.

"What am I proud of?" I asked involuntarily.

"Mo Qingyu kissed you, which is a good thing that is hard to find even with a lantern." Zhao Pengyu said.

"That's natural." I smiled slightly, then looked at the phone subconsciously, and said, "Has the mission started yet? Who knows what the mission will be this time."

"I hope it won't be a particularly perverted task." Zhao Pengyu muttered, and also looked at the phone.

And most of the people in the class are the same. Now everyone is used to the existence of the gatekeeper of the underworld. Every time everyone comes to the class, the first action is to look at the mobile phone.

In the WeChat group, the gatekeeper of the underworld finally released a new task: "Mo Yu, Chen Jiasheng, Li Yutian, Zhao Pengyu, the above four people must burn the 5,000 yuan banknotes in public. The task period is: 10 hours. Task punishment : smashed to pieces and died."

"Five thousand yuan." Zhao Pengyu looked at his phone tremblingly, and said after a long time, "Will all this money be burned?"

"Yes, the gatekeeper of the underworld told you to burn money in public." I muttered to myself, looking at the phone, puzzled in my heart.

This time the mission is not so perverted, but it is still severe. Because we are all just high school students. There is no job and no income. So let's take out 5,000 yuan to burn, I believe most people can't do it.

After all, everyone has not yet entered the society, even the living expenses are not so much.

"Five thousand yuan, how can I get it. I only have three hundred yuan in my hand now." Zhao Pengyu said with a pale face.

"I can help you. I have two thousand WeChat red envelopes in my hand. This is all from my task." I raised my phone and said.

Hearing what I said, Zhao Pengyu's face turned bloody. He looked at me and said excitedly, "Thank you so much. If it's 2,000 yuan, I should be able to borrow it."

"That's good." I looked at Zhao Pengyu and said, no matter what, he is my friend, and I will definitely help if I can.

Others were not so lucky. When Chen Jiasheng saw the text message, he immediately stood up pale. His family is good in our class. Just in the face of 5,000 yuan, he has nothing to do.

After all, the money that high school students have is limited, unless they are rich second-generation, otherwise it is impossible to have such a large amount of money.

5,000 yuan is not a small amount even for those who have a job. Not to mention those of us high school students who don't have jobs.

Chen Jiasheng looked at the classmates around him with a pale face, and said sincerely: "Whoever lends me a little money, I promise to pay it back when the time comes."

However, when he said this, no one spoke. After all, everyone knows his character, and it is normal to not repay the loan. Almost everyone in the class has borrowed money from him, but he has never paid it back.

Among these four people, Li Yutian was the most comfortable. He is a standard rich second generation. Moonlight is pocket money, a number that is beyond our reach.

I saw him stand up, and then slowly came to the podium. It took a lot of money out of his pocket. Then, without even looking at it, just set the money on fire. And then the huge pile of banknotes in his hand turned to ashes in our eyes.

I have to admit that this kind of local tyrant is really unique.

After he finished burning, the words of the underworld gatekeeper resounded in the WeChat group: "Li Yutian has completed the task, and the WeChat red envelope has been distributed."

"Haha, if only the tasks were as simple as this." Li Yutian said arrogantly.

When he returned to his seat, Chen Jiasheng rushed over and looked at him excitedly. The voice stammered and said, "Please, can you lend me five thousand dollars?"

"Of course I don't care about the five thousand dollars, but can you pay it back?" Li Yutian glanced at him disdainfully, and then asked indifferently.

Hearing Li Yutian say this, Chen Jiasheng nodded and said seriously: "I will definitely pay it back, you have to believe me."

"Trust you? Che, I know your character." Li Yutian glared at him, then said impatiently, "Go away and borrow it elsewhere. I don't have any money to lend you."

"Don't, as long as you lend me money, you will be my boss in the future. You can ask me to do anything." Chen Jiasheng said flatteringly, looking at Li Yutian, his expression full of pleading.

"You can do anything?" Li Yutian said with narrowed eyes.

"Of course." Chen Jiasheng nodded.

"I heard that you have a girlfriend from outside the class. I've seen it before, and she looks good." Li Yutian sneered, looking at him and said.

"If you want it, I'll give it to you." Chen Jiasheng said hurriedly. Although he borrowed a lot of money for this girl, but at this time, life is more important.

"That's not what I want." Li Yutian sneered, and then whispered a few words in his ear.

Chen Jiasheng's face changed drastically in an instant, he looked at Li Yutian hesitantly, and pleaded, "This is not good."

"Then you can find someone else to borrow money, I think someone is willing to lend you money." Li Yutian waved his hand disdainfully.

Chen Jiasheng gritted his teeth in embarrassment, and finally nodded: "No problem. But boss, you have to help me when the time comes."

"No problem, from now on, you are my brother." Li Yutian clapped his hands with a smile, and took out a stack of banknotes from his backpack.

Seeing this, we couldn't help exclaiming, Li Yutian is really rich, he never thought he would carry so much money with him.

Chen Jiasheng happily took the banknotes in his hand, and then walked onto the podium trembling. Under everyone's disdainful eyes, he lowered his head, lit the banknotes with a lighter, and then the banknotes burned in his palm.

It can be seen that Chen Jiasheng's face is very sad. After all, it was 5,000 yuan, and it was burned like that. It can be said to be a complete waste.

But compared to life, this is nothing at all. Chen Jiasheng quickly figured it out, and he breathed a sigh of relief after burning the banknotes. Then sat on a chair.

This time, there is no money burning, only Zhao Pengyu and Mo Yu are left. Both of their families are average, and at this time, they really can't get 5,000 yuan.

Mo Yu also looked at Li Yutian, who knew he shrugged and said, "I don't have any extra money, you can do it yourself."

Mo Yu had no choice but to borrow it from someone in the class. It's a pity that I borrowed it from left to right, but I only borrowed more than 1,000 yuan. After all, everyone is a high school student, and they really don’t have much money.

"Go and raise money, there are still nine hours left. It's enough for you," a girl said.

Mo Yu nodded and rushed out of the classroom, while Zhao Pengyu also gritted his teeth and said sorry to me, and then he rushed out of the classroom with my bank card. It looks like they are all going to raise money.

For a while, there was a lot of discussion in the class, and there were some surprises on their faces.

"How much did you lend him?" Mo Qingyu asked.

"Two thousand is all my money. Including the WeChat red envelopes obtained from these two missions." I said.

"You are really friends with him." Mo Qingyu said.

"I don't want to see someone die in front of me anymore." I said with a sad face, my eyes full of helplessness.

Soon the head teacher came to class, but when she saw the ashes on the ground, she asked us strangely if someone burned paper in the classroom.

It's just that no one answered him at all, and of course we can't tell the head teacher that these people are not burning paper in the class, but money.