Global Evolution: I Super Double Up on my evolution
Chapter 41: Want to play a game together? The kind where people die!_1

Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Want to play a game together? The kind where people die!_1

A punch thundered out, its force rapidly approaching.

BANG!

Su Yan’s fist landed mercilessly on Su Yike’s face.

"CRACK... CRACK... CRACKLE!"

Accompanied by a series of cracking sounds, Su Yike’s entire face shattered in the next moment.

Then, she fell to the ground with a thud, completely silent.

Under Su Yan’s gaze, she turned, bit by bit, into a piece of rotten wood.

It’s understandable that an imposter resembling Yike appeared, but what’s the deal with Su Erke?

Recalling the scene where the two fake sisters appeared, Su Yan’s expression turned grave.

He noticed that these imitations made of rotten wood were almost all teachers or students who had appeared in Luo City Number One High School, just like Su Yike. She was a student in the junior division of Luo City Number One High School, so she naturally had been there and had also visited the convenience store to shop. But what about Su Erke, this girl? She was just a student at Luo City Central Primary School and had never been to Luo City Number One High School. So why was there also an impostor resembling her? This was indeed quite strange.

Su Yan was initially baffled by this, but soon, a bold guess formed in his mind. The incident involving Demons and Monsters that occurred in the convenience store might very well be related to what happened yesterday at Luo City Central Primary School. This wasn’t an unfounded guess. On one hand, there were impostors formed from rotten wood. On the other, puppets crafted by the Strange Tree. At a glance, both seemed to have a certain relation to plants. And most importantly, Su Erke had just encountered that incident with Demons and Monsters at Luo City Central Primary School. She was very likely seen there, and then her appearance was remembered by the Demons and Monsters. In other words, the mastermind behind these two events could very well be the same person.

However, one thing Su Yan couldn’t figure out was why the mastermind behind this incident would know that Su Erke was his sister. Could it be... the work of an acquaintance? But that didn’t make sense either! In the eyes of an acquaintance, he was just a sickly guy who could be floored with a single punch. Was there a need to go to such lengths? Sigh, forget it. No use thinking about it. Now wasn’t the time to get caught up in these details; he had to find the mastermind quickly. After all, these impostors turned from rotten wood were just inconsequential tools, puppets. If he couldn’t find the person hiding behind the scenes, it would be difficult to change the current situation. And if this continued, he would inevitably run the risk of things going south.

"Su Yan!"

Just then, a shrill voice came from the darkness, sounding particularly grating.

Su Yan followed the sound and saw a little girl with a ponytail. He recognized this little girl; she was the child of a teacher at Luo City Number One High School. About the same age as Little Beans, she was popular among some of the boys because of her cute appearance and adorable clothing style.

Su Yan observed the little girl for a moment and noticed that no biological information panel appeared.

Which meant that this cute little girl in front of him was an impostor formed from rotten wood.

"Little sister, you’re so cute, I bet a punch from your big brother here would make you cry for a long time, right?" Su Yan teased.

Almost immediately, an aged voice suddenly came from behind him, "Su Yan!"

Quickly, an elderly man with white hair emerged from the darkness. Su Yan had some recollection of him; he seemed to be the former principal of Luo City Number One High School, having retired just a few years ago.

But at this moment, he was, at best, nothing more than an impostor.

Damn good, really damn good. Sending the little one first, then the elder. Are they trying to guilt-trip me by appealing to respect for the elderly and love for the young?

Looking at the old and the young beside him, Su Yan’s fists were already itching to move.

"Su Yan!"

"Su Yan!"

All of a sudden, two shrill voices came out of nowhere, piercing his eardrums painfully.

As Su Yan followed the sound, he saw the two girls who had disappeared earlier. At this moment, they exuded a decaying aura from head to toe; their faces looked strange and contorted. The expressions on their faces shifted continuously—joyous, sorrowful, angry, grieving, hateful, pitying... The myriad emotions in their eyes were a jumbled mess, creating an extremely discordant feeling of unease.

"Su Yan!"

"Su Yan!"

"Su Yan!"

Calls of "Su Yan" echoed one after another, quickly filling the entire living room.

With these voices, figures from Luo City Number One High School—none particularly familiar to him—emerged one after another from the darkness. All of them faced Su Yan. Each person strained to open their emotion-filled eyes wide, staring intently at Su Yan and gradually drawing nearer.

Damn! Really fricking damn! Had they all been dispatched from the fountain? Who the hell can stand this?

Looking at the roughly twenty puppets, Su Yan couldn’t help but feel somewhat overwhelmed.

He even wanted to scream out: What skill is there in ganging up? Come out and fight one-on-one if you’re brave enough! But on second thought, that seemed too lowbrow, so he refrained from shouting it out loud.

"Su Yan~"

At that moment, a soft and sweet voice rang out, sounding intoxicating.

Then, the next moment, a young woman in a sheer dress sashayed out from among the crowd. Su Yan knew this young woman—she was the English teacher from Senior Class 9. This teacher’s figure was famously curvy, and she usually liked to wear filmy fabrics, stockings, lace, and the like. Every time she appeared in a crowd, she would draw gazes and become a stunning sight, the dream woman for many teachers and students of Luo City Number One High School.

"Su Yan, come over to me..."

At this very moment, the teacher, who was the dream woman of so many young men from the school, was looking at Su Yan with affection and desire in her eyes. It seemed she wanted to spend an enchanting night with him—quite a provocative thought.

Vulgar slut... Su Yan was unmoved; he even felt like stepping forward to strike her.

The teacher, unaware that Su Yan wanted to punch her, softly said, "Come, come, come over here and learn foreign languages with me..."

Her voice carried a floral fragrance, constantly eroding Su Yan’s rationality.

"Su Yan, come to me..."

The teacher kept calling softly, taking steps filled with sensuality toward Su Yan. With every step she took, a cloud of nearly invisible pollen was stirred up, stealthily diffusing into the air.

"Su Yan, your teacher is here..."

The teacher reached Su Yan’s side, her eyes hazy as her red lips parted slightly to breathe a puff of hallucination-inducing pollen onto his face. She also extended a finger, gently pressing it against his spine and then sliding it down his back in a tender caress that itched irresistibly.

By this time, their bodies were already very close.

However, Su Yan did not make a move but silently observed the teacher in front of him.

Disheveled curls, rosy smooth cheeks, captivating eyes, all beneath a sheer dress that sparked the imagination... To be honest, it was quite something.

Seeing the atmosphere heating up like dry tinder ready to ignite, the teacher whispered, her breath like a fragrant perfume, "Come, let’s play an exciting game for two..."

After speaking, she slowly took off the filmy garment she was wearing, revealing her sensual shoulders. Then, without another word, she stretched out her hands to place the sheer dress over Su Yan, wrapping him up in it.

The next moment, the seductive sheer dress suddenly turned into a Death Shroud, wrapping Su Yan so tightly that no air could get through.

"This game... is called ’Corpse Wrapping’!" the teacher suddenly said, her face contorting into a ferocious expression.

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