《Thriller Trainee》 Chapter 1: Dormitory for trainees The hour hand steadily pointed to the seventh. The icy dazzling lights lit up on the bed, accurately projected onto the face of every sleeping person. [All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. ¡¿ [All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. ¡¿ [All horror trainees, please wash up within 30 minutes and rush to the studio on the third floor to gather. ¡¿ A voice without emotion suddenly sounded in the air, repeating the same command machine three times. The man who fell on the lower bunk woke up suddenly, he hurriedly got up from the bed and almost rolled to the ground. Another person who also woke up from light sleep looked terrified and surprised, "You...did you hear that voice?" Several people stared at each other, and at the same time saw the undisguised shock in each other''s eyes. No wonder these people show such expressions. Because in the past whole day and night, they had turned this cramped dormitory upside down. The dormitory was originally rudimentary, with no windows, and pale walls surrounded by powder. There were four iron beds on the upper and lower bunks inside, and even the bedding had a damp smell of old moldy. The bathroom only has a mirror attached to the wall, a dirty yellow washbasin and a solitary roll of paper hanging on the wall. Not only is there no squatting toilet, but there are also black moss all over the corners of the wall. Old-fashioned, pale light bulbs hung on the roof, the area only allowed one person to enter, and it was so pitiful. There is no broadcasting or communication equipment in this dormitory, but the mechanical sound that just appeared is blasting in everyone''s ears. In the silence, someone asked tremblingly: "...what the **** is going on?" It has been a whole day and night since the mechanical sound last appeared. During the day, there was nothing wrong with each other, and the waves were calm. No one knows why he appeared here. They come from all over the world, from all corners of the world, and their professions are also diverse and different. Among them, there are mostly unknown people, but there are also top talents and professionals in various fields. There are ordinary sanitation workers who sweep the streets every day, homeless people who squat by the side of the road and beg every day, there are also people in the entertainment industry who are only seen on the big screen on weekdays and are well-known in the entertainment industry, and there are even family enthusiasm, ranked by Forbes. Billionaires on the rankings. But now, these people are forced to gather in this dormitory called "Thriller Trainee" variety show. Maybe it was still on the set last second, preparing to catch the next announcement on the plane, preparing a defense in the court, medical equipment in the operating room, and talking on the podium¡ª¡ª Without exception, the next second, they all appeared here. Just like the space change in the movie, the apparition in Harry Potter shifts and arrives in this completely unfamiliar environment. Unconsciously. No one can reasonably explain such unpredictable means. The people who were transferred couldn''t open the door of this dormitory, so they could only sit in this way. "I want to sue this show for illegal imprisonment/imprisonment!" A handsome young man hammered the bed fiercely. He is the lead singer of a well-known men''s group in the entertainment circle recently. He has a lot of fans, and his entries and names are often posted on Weibo hot searches every year. Although the others in the dormitory do not chase stars, they also know more or less. Xia Chuan is now desperate. As a popular niche, his itinerary is always full, and he has to record all kinds of announcements from morning to night. If you miss a day without a reason, you may be able to justify yourself by embracing. But now he is still trapped here, unable to get away. If this continues, the liquidated damages incurred are definitely not a small amount, and the company will not necessarily pay for him. But now-- "Brother Xia, don¡¯t worry, didn¡¯t the voice just say it, rushed downstairs to gather, maybe someone will open the door for us later." Another person comforted him: "You are a popular star, once suddenly Missing, don¡¯t say you have so many fans, the company will definitely help you call the police, don¡¯t worry." Xia Chuan was about to speak, but heard a rustling sound from the upper bunk. A long piece of white hair hung down from the edge of the bed. It seemed that someone inadvertently looked down from the upper bunk, and quickly withdrew his gaze again. Immediately afterwards, a piece of Haoyue Ningshuang-like ankle slid down from the upper bunk and stepped on the iron ladder to gently jump to the ground. The young man¡¯s skin was pale, and because he was too long and thin, a large piece of clothing seemed to be driving around in the air. The long white hair draped behind him, and the tip of the hair fell to the back of the waist, glowing white in a room with warm lights on, like floating broken ice. But maybe there is no need for such an illusion, because even if he stands casually, he can easily become the focus of the crowd. He didn''t say anything after getting out of bed, yawned and walked to the unused bathroom and drew the curtain. The other seven people looked at each other. Encountered such a change, no one slept well last night. On the contrary, it was this white hair. When everyone was in a panic yesterday, he sat aside and flexed his fingers. He slept steadily all night, as if he was not worried about his situation at all. Someone muttered in a low voice, "Pretty enough, and pretending enough." That''s a good saying, beautiful is really beautiful. Perhaps the word "beautiful" is very contrary to boys, but if you see that face, all the violations will cease to exist. It is a beauty that transcends gender. In the silence, Xia Chuan chuckled first, "A man who grows up like this, girls chirp, what''s so beautiful." The other few people faintly led him, and at this moment they echoed. "That''s right, it''s the big star like Xia who has masculine charm. If you don''t look carefully, the little white face will think it''s a woman!" They didn''t even want to conceal the meaning of their voices, and through a layer of inferior plastic cloth curtains, those ridicules easily spread into Zong Jiu''s ears. Zong Jiu raised his eyes uninterestedly, his slender ten fingers fluttered, and he tied this extremely troublesome long hair back to his head with a black hair circle rather strangely. His finger movements are very strange, not only the joints are stiff, but the fingertips also unconsciously tremble in the air, which is quite strange. The person in the mirror has a beautiful face and narrow tails of eyes. On the contrary, because of the three-point laziness, the eyes are even more thrilling. Compared to the few people outside who are struggling, sleep deprived and nervous, his complexion is obviously much better. At the beginning, the author used a lot of rhetoric to build up the indisputable beauty of this character, which simply boasted that there is nothing in the sky, but the victory is golden, the world is countless, and all sentient beings are overwhelmed. When Zong Jiu read the article, he still felt that the description was really greasy and exaggerated. However, after he became a character, he realized that the author''s description was not wrong, and it was indeed beautiful that could not be expressed in words. Obviously the face is still Zong Jiu''s most familiar face, but the value of his face has risen several degrees out of thin air, becoming breathtaking. Yes, he is wearing a book. What I wore is still a horror and supernatural infinite flow draft essay. Zong Jiu just saw the first copy of the "Thriller Trainee" yesterday morning. Because looking at the supporting actor with the same name and surname in the article was not strong, just after reading the tragic death of that supporting actor, he just put the book aside. What I didn''t expect was that in such a blink of an eye, he not only wore the book, but also accurately inserted it into the book, replacing this cannon fodder with the same name and surname as him. Zong Jiu''s situation is very special. He is not wearing the soul, but wearing it. The body in front of the mirror is still the body of Zong Jiu Chuan. It''s just getting younger, and her appearance has improved a few degrees out of thin air, even her hair color and her eyes have become as described in the original text, and even the calluses left by her hands from practicing magic when she was a child have disappeared. As for why Zong Jiu can be sure that this is his body, it is because... His hands still showed no signs of recovery or improvement. The white-haired young man bowed his head, struggling with cold water on his face with some effort, and raised his hand to rub his temple. Across the curtain, he could hear that the discussion about him outside had gradually subsided. Turn to discussing the most pressing issue at hand. These people agreed, and they all believed that the Horror Trainee Program was a scam. "Is it a hidden variety show that needs to be performed without the artist''s knowledge?" "I don''t think this posture is the same, maybe it''s some kind of terror/terror/pointer/sub." "After we came here, our mobile phone had no signal at all, and we couldn''t find a signal jammer in the room. At first glance, we were prepared. There is no way to call the police. It has been so long. We won''t be stuck here alive, right? !" Listening to the voice outside, Zong Jiu shook his head helplessly. In the twenty-odd hours since they came here, they have not felt any physical needs to drink or eat. These people also don''t want to think about why the sound of the main system will accurately appear in everyone''s ears. Why can they come here from thousands of miles away in no time? If someone remembers the time, even if the mobile phone is not connected to the Internet, you can find that the gap between the front and the back is only a minute. Maybe they noticed it, but didn''t dare to think about it. People are always like this. If they don''t show the most supporting facts, they can always hide in their stubborn fantasies, looking for reasons to convince themselves. Zong Jiu tore off a piece of roll paper and wiped the water drops on his face. Ordinary book-wearing doesn''t matter, but this is an infinite stream of horror. When he first read the text, Zong Jiu thought that the original owner, who had spent countless pens and words to describe, was the protagonist. As a result, I don''t know what the author is, how heavy the beauty and highlights are added to the original owner, and how miserable the original owner died in the first copy. "Thriller Trainee" is an infinite stream of pov writing in this group portrait. There is no fixed perspective, and there is no fixed protagonist. Maybe the author puts the main perspective on this person, and the person will die in the next second. What''s more frightening is that Zong Jiu even only saw half of the first copy, only saw the death of the original owner, and knew nothing about the plot behind the nearly a million words. If you change to someone else, I am afraid that you will not be able to accept the fact that you do not know the follow-up plot, but also have to meet the death ending. It is not surprising that you are hysterical on the spot. Zong Jiu was not afraid. Not only is he not afraid, he is even eager to try the uncertainties in the future. Since childhood, Zong Jiu has been a person with very weak emotions. He is different from ordinary people in his emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy. The feelings that others can easily experience are extremely difficult for him. He began to learn magic at the age of three, and became the world''s leading card magic master in his early twenties, but when he was only twenty-five years old he announced his farewell stage and never appeared in the public eye again. Everything is due to a sudden car accident. After the car accident, Zong Jiu recovered his life, but his hands suffered comminuted fractures. For a card magic master who relies solely on the flexibility of his fingers to perform, this is undoubtedly a shocking news. Maybe spiritual magic, coin magic, or other scene magic using props can make Zong Jiu eat a meal, but his favorite is still playing cards. The world''s top orthopedic doctors once opened a forum for him to discuss topics, but they all shook their heads and sighed. Now, Zong Jiu has penetrated this infinite world full of treacherous and miraculous things. what does that mean? It means that he may be able to use this place to find a way to successfully heal his hands and pick up the cards again. And this interesting world will also become the most amazing, interesting and incredible stage ever! What an expectation. Zong Jiu bent the corners of his mouth, humming an untuned song in his mouth, and opened the curtain smoothly. The bathroom was right next to the door. After he came out, he put his hand directly on the rusty iron door at the door of the dormitory. Someone who was chatting and discussing happened to see this scene, "What are you doing! We tried for a day yesterday, and this door was simply locked from the outside. You can¡¯t open it. You can¡¯t open it. It¡¯s better to behave like a waste of effort." Wait for someone to drive..." Before he could finish speaking, he watched the door slowly open in amazement. Yesterday, the seven of them worked together, knocking, kicking, and knocking the door, which was still not loose at all. It was gently pushed open under the slender jade hand of the white-haired young man, with a "crunch--" sound. Hearing the noise, Xia Chuan turned back impatiently, with joy on his face: "The door is open!" But this joy only lasted for a few seconds, and soon his tone was full of suspiciousness, "We didn''t open it for so long yesterday, why did you open it as soon as you pulled it?" The rest of the dormitory immediately echoed. They sat together, surrounded by Xia Chuan tightly, and at first glance they were clearly divided into teams. Perhaps it was because Zong Jiuyi''s initial performance was out of place, and several people looked at Zong Jiu with obvious suspicion. Zong Jiu was much too lazy to say, and only put a word on it. "If you don''t want to die, it''s best to follow the voice''s instructions." Several people in the dormitory were all taken aback, and no one responded for a while. It''s not that I dare, but I cannot. I don''t know why, when they saw those pale pink eyes that didn''t seem to have any emotions, they only felt that their backs were chilly and their hair was terrified. Just after Zong Jiu turned and left, the cold mechanical sound unexpectedly sounded again. [There are only ten minutes left before the assembly time. If you fail to arrive at the designated place within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences] [There are only ten minutes left before the assembly time. If you fail to arrive at the designated place within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences] [There are only ten minutes left before the assembly time. If you fail to arrive at the designated place within the specified time, you will be responsible for the consequences] Several people finally returned to their souls, and they were shocked to realize that their backs had been soaked in cold sweat. "I''m pooh, pretending to be a fool, what a drag!" One of them snorted, "I think this thing is mostly inseparable from this little white face. He must know what''s inside, otherwise so many of us are rushing around, and he has no reaction at all." "That''s right, why don''t you die? There are so many of us, but it is illegal to kill people, we know to scare people!" Xia Chuan rolled his eyes even more, "It''s really bad luck. Forget it, the door is open, let''s go first." A group of people walked out of the dormitory. They all tacitly didn''t mention the scene of Cai Zongjiu''s cold talk. Outside is a long corridor, with iron gates of the same size on both sides, and there is no end in sight. Like them, many people have already discovered the opening of the iron gate. People who had been trapped for a day and night swarmed out, pushing and shoving, cursing one by one. "Why so many people?" "Where and where, what''s the matter?" "Who is playing the prank?" Countless people looked at each other. After being closed for so long, there was enough fear to spread among the crowd. Everyone¡¯s face is full of anxiety. "Come here, there are stairs here." Xia Chuan saw the stairs in the middle of the corridor at a glance. With a relieved expression, he quickly turned his head and greeted him, "Go, let''s get out." "Good Brother Xia!" The stairs were cold and monotonous, and a sign was hung on the bare wall next to it. A group of people huddled in front of them to watch. Seventh floor: S-level student dormitory Sixth floor: A-level student dormitory Fifth floor: B-level student dormitory Fourth floor: C-level student dormitory Third floor: studio Second floor: dining room First floor: main hall Negative first floor: D student dormitory Second floor: E student dormitory Negative third floor: F-level student dormitory ...... Location of this floor: E-level student dormitory Someone asked blankly, "What does this sign mean? Student dormitory?" "Fuck, what''s the matter with this riding horse!" After seeing the sign, a strong man yelled: "Could it be that we are still underground and have to go upstairs?" Everyone thought of the mechanical sound that just appeared in their ears out of thin air. Everything becomes confusing and confusing. Xia Chuan snorted coldly. He suddenly changed his mind, folded his arms and sat down directly against the steps, "Pretending to be a **** and making a ghost. I still don''t believe it, there is no king in this world?" After seeing so many people outside, he was relieved instead. At first, Xia Chuan suspected it was an illegitimate meal or a kidnapping by robbers. Now that there are so many people, he is finally relieved. This is completely a social incident, which is enough to explain his absence notice and disappearance for no reason. "It''s all right, just sit down and wait at ease." "Yes, Ke Xia, that broadcast..." the person following him asked anxiously. "Guang and Guang, are you afraid if you let you go out? If you really want to stay here, then you stay here." Xia Chuan interrupted him impatiently, "There are so many of us, that brought us here. What can the people of you do with us?" Many people in the crowd recognized Xia Chuan. Perhaps it was because of such emotions that they echoed, "Yes!" Xia Chuan is now a popular niche in China and the company''s cash cow. The brokers who are by your side will definitely call the police immediately. "There are still stars here, don''t worry, maybe the police will be here in a while." "It''s also... with so many people, it''s better to sit together and wait for rescue." "Don''t panic everyone, we have so many people, it''s okay!" For a while, the people who originally wanted to follow the mechanical sound instructions to go upstairs stopped one after another, showing hesitation. Block up the stairs. More and more people are plausible, spontaneously beginning to form a wall of people in front of the stairs to persuade everyone not to go upstairs. After they were deadlocked for a long time, the mechanical sound appeared again. This time, the voice did not repeat three times. [Five minutes to the assembly time] The boy who had been following behind them in silence suddenly remembered the phrase "If you don''t want to die, you''d better follow the voice''s instructions." He gritted his teeth and said in a low voice that Brother Xia was sorry. Suddenly he strode forward, breaking through the wall of people alive, and rushing upstairs. Xia Chuan couldn''t dodge and was knocked aside. He rubbed his shoulders and sneered again and again, "Someone really believes that little white face''s nonsense." "A high school student, don''t know how good Xia is." The younger brother gave him a flattering hammer: "Sit down, don''t get angry about a minor, it''s not worth it." Zong Jiu, who had already reached the third floor, cast his eyes down and glanced lightly at the gap between the stairs. He has reminded everyone who should be reminded, and it can be regarded as benevolent. As for how to choose, that''s their business. Now... he has more urgent things. The white-haired young man raised his head and moved his barely perceptual hands in his sleeves, stepping on the soft red carpet on the ground, and slowly walking into the studio with the people who were constantly gathering from all sides. Chapter 2: Dormitory for trainees The "studio" in the mechanical sound mouth is a sufficiently bright and luxurious hall. The gorgeous and grotesque red gold chandelier hangs from the high dome, and the exquisite relief paintings are portrayed on the wall, which is lifelike. White gold candlesticks are placed in the corners, and the flames are bright and extinguished, and the shadows are beautiful. The whole hall is distributed in steps, divided into nine steps. The lower the stairs, the more spacious, the most spacious level is even large enough to accommodate a large football field, and each ladder is covered with carpets of different colors and decorated with different decorations. Of course, the most striking thing is the ten thrones located on the top step. The pedestal of the throne is made of crystal and is extremely luxurious, with a blanket on it, and drinks and fruits next to it, clearly showing the strict level difference. The stairs have only one thing in common, that is, they are facing a piece of three-dimensional projection floating in the air in unison. The five characters "Thriller Trainee" are floating on the projection. These words are three-dimensional projections when they look up, projecting on the lens of everyone''s eyeballs. No matter how big the hall is, it can be seen clearly without any effort. It is the same as the sound that appears out of thin air and does not require any medium to transmit. It is obviously not the height that can be reached by the current scientific level. The people gathered up and down from the various stairs entered in file and gathered in the center of the studio. The expressions on people''s faces are varied, with anxiety accounting for most of them, and the noise is endless. The size of this hall can''t be observed with the naked eye, I just feel that there is no end in sight at a glance, and there are countless human heads under the pressure. Old God Zong Jiu was standing on the spot, moving his fingers while frankly accepting the baptism of the eyes of all parties. Needless to say, the beauty of the original owner of the cannon fodder does not need to be said, and because of the lack of pigment, it shows the appearance characteristics of a mildly albino patient, such as this natural white hair. Walking along the way, as long as it is a place with people, he can harvest a large gaze effortlessly. Zong Jiu felt a little pity. If an ordinary entertainment industry draft essay, just rely on this face, you don''t have to worry about not having the audience to pay for it. There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, screaming one after another. They found something out of thin air on their chests. "How is this going?!" In the noise, Zong Jiu lowered his head silently, not surprisingly seeing the blue letters appearing out of thin air on his chest. Thriller trainee. Class E. The original owner is a beautiful vase, with no meat on his body, just a white chicken with a fighting power of five. It is reasonable to give an E, and the operation is full marks. If there is room for explanation for all the previous ones, then this breastplate that appeared out of nowhere is not a coincidence. The crowd started a commotion. But not everyone is like this. At least that''s not the case with the people on the wall. There was exactly the same calm and indifference on their faces. The letter cards of these people are all above the C level, and the highest in the line of sight is the A level, which is in sharp contrast with the large panic of the E level and F level next to Zong Jiu. In addition, they seem to be divided into several different organizations, keeping each other in good water and maintaining the necessary social distance. Although he doesn''t know the plot, Zong Jiu, who knows the background of the original text, knows the scene clearly. Not all trainees, like Xia Chuan and others, were directly transferred from reality to this **** and terrifying trainee plan. Over the years, there have been "children of the heavenly chosen" chosen unluckily from all over the world. They have entered this terrifying infinite circle. The number is not a small number. After all, there are more than two million people disappearing inexplicably every year in the world, and there are general estimates. Millions of people are struggling here. There is no way to return to the real world in an infinite loop, let alone escape, it is hard to save your life. Most of the survivors died in the endless, rounds of forced participation copies. Only a handful of people survived, struggling to survive. Compared with these experienced and veteran survivors, who don''t know how many life-saving means there are, Zong Jiu, a newcomer who seems to be able to fill his numbers, obviously has no face to win. "It''s been a long time since I saw so many people at once." While Zong Jiu was observing the group of people secretly, the survivors over there were also whispering. In the past, they were all fixed teams of the group, and the teams could not meet each other, they could only meet in the dungeon. Nowadays, when I see so many old faces and countless newcomers below, I can''t help but feel a little emotional. Although the rewards of the Thriller Trainee Program are very attractive, the mortality rate given by the main system also discourages many survivors. So even with so many survivors, only 10% of them dare to register and pass the screening. There are not many old people participating in the competition. Of course, some new people have to be brought in to build momentum. "What''s the use of more people." Qin also hugged his arms and sneered: "All the high-level faces we see now are old faces. It is estimated that the newcomers are used by the main system to deliver food, so that we can feel more involved." The other person didn''t say a word, approved his statement in his heart, and only glanced at that side with a pitying look, "It''s a pity, if the newcomer struggles with a few more copies, the chances of surviving are better. It is **** mode that comes up, miserable. " The newcomers over there are still noisy, like talking about buying vegetables in a vegetable market. The old people watched indifferently, and did not intend to step forward to explain or maintain order. This is the only large-scale planned mission released in the infinite loop for so long, not to mention that there are such generous rewards, the difficulty can be imagined. Old people are not necessarily able to guarantee that they will not be eliminated and will live to the end of this draft, let alone newcomers who have no power to restrain themselves? No one is the Virgin, and the mud bodhisattva cannot protect himself when crossing the river. It is good to take care of himself. [The time has come, the entrance to the studio has been blocked] As if echoing, at the moment the sound fell, the doors around the hall fell like a jack, blocking all those who had not had time to enter the studio outside. [End of the first round of preliminary selection] The mechanical sound resounded throughout the hall without any emotion. The candles began to go out one by one, and the extinguished sparks floated into the air, forming a burning virtual figure. "Welcome, thriller trainees who have successfully entered the stadium, I am the personification of the main system." "Next, I will explain to you about the basic rules and schedule of the thriller trainee program, so stay tuned." #### Holding a mobile phone in one hand, Xia Chuan sat boredly on the steps, looking down from time to time. After so long of tossing, his mobile phone was almost out of power, the battery bar returned to a dazzling red, and it would automatically shut down at some point. Disappointingly, the signal bar at the top is still empty. After some agitation, many people gathered in the stairwell, and many others took out their mobile phones and took photos with Xia Chuan on the stairs. Although Xia Chuan was impatient, he had no choice but to acquiesce in the absence of assistants and bodyguards. "No, why is it so quiet?" After everyone lined up to take photos with the big stars, someone finally noticed something was wrong: "Huh? Where are the people who went upstairs before? Why didn''t they even make a sound." After the mechanical sound made the last five-minute countdown broadcast, there was no more sound in the corridor. Even the sound of footsteps and noise before it disappeared completely. Only their voices reverberated in the stairwell, which sounded inexplicably crappy. "Wait, I rely on, there won''t be an exit upstairs, they have already gone out!" The man had just finished taking a photo with Xia Chuan, suddenly his inspiration flashed and he slapped his thigh, "Everyone else has gone out, we are still sitting here stupidly, what are we doing, let¡¯s go!" "Fuck! That''s right! How else can you explain it so quiet!" "It''s so silly, standing still." Everyone suddenly realized that they rushed towards the stairs, making a violent sound on the stairs. "Damn, I''ve been trapped here for so long, I''ve already stayed enough, just walk around!" They rushed into it. After running through a few corners, the people who were standing at the corner of the corridor in front suddenly stopped collectively. "What''s the matter, don''t stand in the way, let''s go!" The people behind were noisy and didn''t understand why the team suddenly stopped. For some reason, a strong sense of anxiety suddenly swept through Xia Chuan''s senses. He just wanted to look up, but only felt that something hot and sticky fell on his head from the air. Suddenly blindfolded, Xia Chuan subconsciously pulled away the things in front of him, "What is this?" When he grasped this thing, he realized that something was wrong. The thing was sticky and awful, with sticky tissue and blood ticking on one end, and foul-smelling black and yellow mucus leaking out of the broken place on the other end. The broken body fell heavily into the crowd, blood and broken internal organs flying around. The expressions on their faces were forever frozen in joy, perhaps mixed with a little bit of astonishment. Xia Chuan was trembling, he screamed, higher than the high pitch of any of his concerts, and then quickly threw away what was in his hand. What he held just now was a **** intestine. #### The main system explained the rules of this unlimited draft to all the trainees in the studio with a flat and straightforward voice. Although Zong Jiu had known these rules for a long time, he listened carefully from beginning to end. The rules are very similar to real-world drafts. The hall is filled with horror trainees who have successfully shortlisted for the preliminary selection. There are tens of thousands of people, at least, and they will all have to compete in the future. They will experience countless horror copies, repeating the elimination, until they choose the last 100 people and the only C position. The preliminary selection is based on the personal strength assessed by the main system and roughly divides the trainees into seven SABCDEF positions. "After each sub-session, the system and instructors will re-evaluate the level based on the individual trainees¡¯ performance in the sub-session." "The higher the level, the more privileges they have in the student dormitory, and the higher their personal authority. High-level trainees can have separate rooms, service privileges, and even know in advance the tips or content of the next sub-section game." Everyone in the hall has stood on different steps according to the grades on their badges. Even the other nine thrones belong to each other, but the throne that represents No.1 is still empty. The white-haired young man silently raised his head and looked at the tallest row behind him. It''s a pity that Zongjiu''s position is too low, and the people above can easily see him, but he can''t see the people high up. Zong Jiu remembered the description of the original text. The dormitory for S-level trainees is on the top floor of the student dormitory. It is an ultra-luxury open-air viewing room. It has an ultra-luxury suite with a 360-degree sky garden. The light surfing bath is the size of a flat floor. And they live in the simple eight-person room of the previous E-class, which has no human rights. "Because it is a variety show, the whole program will be broadcast live to survivors, and the barrage function will be turned on. To ensure the effect of the program and leaks, the barrage and live room functions are temporarily not open to trainees, and trainees cannot see the barrage. Content. During the program, except for the trainees, the communication system for survivors is also closed." "After the explanation is completed, the next is the time for free questions. As long as it is a question within the rules, I will answer it for you." Obviously, some people have the same doubts as Zong Jiu, "Why is there no one in the first seat in the top row?" "This is a very good question." The main system said coldly: "If you are No. 1, you can also have the privilege of not participating in the assembly." There was a sudden commotion in the crowd. But the old people squinted their eyes and whispered to each other, their expressions were full of fear, and they didn''t seem to be surprised that the vacant NO.1 belongs. Originally, people were just scared, and then they listened to the explanation obediently. Now, after the main system finished speaking, he immediately made an unconvinced voice: "Why do we want to listen to you?" "That is, there are so many of us, everyone can walk with one effort, and one spit can drown you. If we work together, what can''t be done?" For these noisy questions, the main system never answered. Instead, it was the old man standing on the side. When the newcomers can''t figure out the situation or have doubts, they have already memorized the rules that the main system just said, and started a quick analysis. At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded, easily overshadowing the debate in the hall. "You didn''t mention the elimination rules." The source of the sound is very high, coming from the top ten thrones. The old people exchanged glances with each other. "If death in the dungeon is equivalent to elimination, is the classification related to this? If it is, can it be regarded as backward in level, and elimination is obliterated?" That nice and slow voice hit the nail on the head, directly pointing out the problems that the main system did not explain. I don''t know if the authority of the questioner is too high, or the question is sharp enough, and the main system quickly answered it. "The classification of levels is indeed related to elimination. After each round of reassessment, one of the current lowest levels will be eliminated." The golden red phantom replied, "Practices eliminated because of their level will be punished. Dungeon. If you can clear the penalty Dungeon, you will have a chance to resurrect." "If you die in the dungeon, you don''t have the opportunity to challenge and punish the dungeon." "Then, the last question." The voice said coldly, "-Tutor, who is it?" All the old people''s eyes flashed and their backs tightened. Just now the main system has been mentioned, the level assessment will be completed by the system and the instructor together. This means that the mysterious teacher holds the power of life and death for everyone. In the entire infinite loop, as long as there are strong names and surnames, all have signed up to participate in the ranks of thriller trainees, without exception. And for so long, apart from the main system, they have never come into contact with other existences that can have absolute say, or even interfere with life and death. The main system calmly replied: "The question is out of the scope of authority and will not be answered." "and many more." Hearing this conversation, the newcomers who had just been noisy were taken aback, "What are you kidding, how could you die?" He said and laughed, "No, so many of us... Even if you have the ability to get us here, is it possible that you still want our lives?" "Since the matter is up to now, I still refuse to face the reality." The main system said: "Then use your eyes to verify everything." On the high platform in the center, the extinguished figure of the main system suddenly split, and re-spattered into thousands of bright sparks, flying above the previously extinguished candle. The gate of the blocked studio was slowly pulled up from the ground. It is not right to say that it is the gate, but the dome of the whole hall is rising. Just like a gift box waiting to be opened, the exquisite packaging on the outside is removed to reveal the cake inside. All the surrounding barriers were removed, and the bright sunlight was projected from outside, and a golden-red silhouette was plated on the thick carpet, flowing finely. As eye-catching as the sunlight is the bright red blood all over the corridor outside. The unconcerned corpse lay aside, with a pale face, his chest was torn apart, and the contents that were taken out were put on the side like garbage. The corpse mountain and the sea of ??blood are like purgatory. At the end of the tragic bright red, there was only one that was still a little out of breath. The man''s back was dripping with blood, half of his spine was pulled out, and pieces of meat were dropping. There was silence in the studio. The old man has experienced countless winds and waves, and he has accepted this scene well. Only those low-level newcomers were so scared that they vomited with a "wow". In the sound of vomiting, someone suddenly asked in fear, "Wait, wait... Then... isn''t that Xia Chuan? The lead singer of that group is Xia Chuan!" Almost at the same time, the man crawling on the ground heard the sound of the jack rising, and crawled over here in ecstasy. His hands were planing on the thick carpet, enduring the severe pain, his face was painful and crazy, his eyeballs burst out, and the white bones on his fingertips dragged a long blood stain on the ground. "Ho, ho..." Xia Chuan made a broken sound from his throat, faintly calling for help. Just ten meters, like climbing for a century. Finally, just as Xia Chuan was about to reach the door, his head suddenly fell from his neck and rolled aside like a leather ball, sprinkling white flowers on the brain. A star who only appeared in front of media cameras and surrounded by microphones on weekdays, now has no power to fight back, like a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, without the slightest warning, no weapons, no unknown existence, even how to die Don''t know. But he died just like that, still under the eyes of everyone. The newcomers all watched this scene tremblingly. They were so frightened that they did not dare to step forward. "This is the fate of not acting in accordance with the rules, and it is also the explanation and evidence you want." "Congratulations, the first step is to choose the right path." As if echoing, the broad dome fell from the high sky again. In an instant, everyone in the hall was dragged into the air by an invisible force. The voice of the main system resounded in the hall, "Received the notice from the instructor, the first game originally scheduled to start tomorrow morning has been advanced to today. Please get ready." People were shocked, and the carpet under their feet changed suddenly in the next second, dragging everyone into a bottomless darkness. Chapter 3: Mental hospital The man on the old iron bed opened his eyes. In the eyes is a pale and yellowed ceiling, with traces of dripping water in the corners. [Dididi...main system successfully linked] [Welcome, E-level horror trainee Zong 9] This is a room with white walls on all sides, no windows, and even the interior decoration is very few. Zong Jiu lay on his back on the rusty iron bed in the center of the room, covered with a quilt of the same color, and a cup of cool white was placed on the iron cabinet on the right. There was dead silence around, and the atmosphere looked extremely cold in such a cramped environment. Zong Jiu opened his eyes and didn''t rush to get up. Instead, he quickly digested the information he had obtained in his mind, and compared the information obtained in the original text with the main system''s explanation for a comparison, analysis and integration. The first game mode is a personal show mode. This means that in this rating game, there is no teamwork or even care about the life and death of others. The participating trainees only need to think about how to perform better in this role-playing game, and live until the end of the first game. The level of assessment. First, the number one task is to live, and secondly, to express yourself as much as possible. Because even if he survives, he will face the dilemma of elimination if he gets a low evaluation from the main system and the mentor. Although the main system speaks nicely, there is a chance of resurrection even if the level is eliminated. However, Zong Jiu, who has read the original text, is clear that the punishment copy is not a good place to break through. The death rate cited in the original description of the punishment copy is as high as 95%, which means that if the punishment copy is eliminated because of the level. , Basically the death penalty was imposed. As for how to express yourself in the dungeon and get a higher score, the main system also explained this issue not long ago. Being in a dangerous situation, making a comeback, falling into a strong counterattack against the wind, and a shocking counter-attack in a desperate situation... all of these can improve the evaluation score. On the contrary, if it is only a promise and shrinks in order to be stable, then the evaluation will naturally not be much higher. In general, it is two words: death. Or to put it more directly, encourage everyone to die. Such behavior made Zong Jiu keenly aware of a trace of unusual, even conspiracy. It''s a pity that he didn''t finish reading the original text, otherwise he would know it completely. Zong Jiu sighed in his heart and tilted his head. The side of the bed was facing a tattered iron cabinet. Through the reflections peeling off the shadow of the iron cabinet, he could clearly see what he was like now. White hair and light pink eyes, wearing blue and white striped hospital gowns, neatly buttoned in front of him, pale and slender limbs, blending with the pale wall behind him, like an exquisite large doll. The only constant is the blue E letter hanging on his chest. Zong Jiu closed his eyes again after watching for a while, and opened his ID card in his mind. The information on the ID card is very concise. It only shows that the identity of this field is set as a 17-year-old albino teenager with autism, who is reticent on weekdays, and the time of admission is this morning. It is exactly the same as the original text without any difference. After being silent for a while and making sure that there were no other sounds around, the young man finally got up from the bed. Obviously it is a movement of running clouds and flowing water, but because of the violent dizziness and weakness of the limbs, it is forced to drag and muddy, with an indescribable hysteresis. His body was passive. Zong Jiu bent his arms, pressed a few briefly, and came to the conclusion¡ª¡ª I have taken psychiatric tranquilizers before, about six to eight hours ago, and now there is still undispersed drug power in the blood. He tightened his fingers hard and stiffly picked up the water glass on the iron table. Originally, his hands were difficult to use, and after adding a layer of medicinal power, he couldn''t even hold a water glass. Frustrated, Zong Jiu had to leaned over to look. The water cup is an ordinary stainless steel water cup. On closer inspection, there is a thick layer of scale on the outside of the cup wall, which looks like it has been used for a period of years. Under the water cup, a line of blood-red small letters are engraved on the bottom of the cup. XXX City Mental Hospital. At the same time, the cold system reminder once again sounded in the empty and narrow ward. [The first solo show of horror trainees opened, located in the thirteenth venue: Mental Hospital] [Main mission: Survive for three days. Extra task: find out the existence that is different from other people''s ID cards in this personal show] [If the main task fails, it will be eliminated directly. Additional tasks are non-mandatory tasks. If successful, the level evaluation coefficient will be doubled. Failure has no impact] [Attention, the 360-degree panoramic camera with no dead ends in all directions has been turned on, and all trainees have entered the full live broadcast state] When the time came, the dark live broadcast room suddenly lit up, and the huge "Thriller Trainee" in the center was very conspicuous. The survivors who had been guarding outside for a long time cheered and swarmed in. No wonder the survivors are so enthusiastic, because this is the first time infinite loop has held such an entertaining and people-friendly competition. As soon as they came in, they rushed to the live broadcast rooms of the trainees with the highest rankings. The E-levels like Zong Jiu are small and transparent, and no one takes time to pay attention. Zong Jiu glanced at the number of people in the live broadcast room that was still at zero, withdrew from consciousness, raised his eyes and looked around. A room that was only a few square meters in size, an iron bed, an iron cabinet, and an iron cup, all rusted, monotonous and dilapidated, looked extremely empty. Obviously, it only provides rest for mental patients, and does not provide the functions of washing and showering. Right in front of the iron bed is an iron door. The iron door was covered with dark yellow rust that seemed to peel off. There was no lock or door handle. There was only a glass window on the iron door facing the head of the bed. Visiting doctors or nurses can easily monitor the patient''s condition from the outside. There are no door handles and locks on the door, these two things are outside the door. It can be locked from the outside, and the people inside cannot open the door by themselves. Patients have no human rights, especially those with brain diseases. In addition, the only thing Zong Jiu cared about was the dense numbers on the other wall. At this moment, there was a clicking sound of unlocking the old door. The next moment, the twisted iron door was opened easily. "Squeak--" The cold wind came in from the depths of the corridor. The owner of the face is an indifferent female with a mediocre appearance, wearing a slightly yellowed white nurse uniform. When her gaze fell on the smiling Zong Jiu, this kind of indifference and alienation deep into the bone marrow still showed no signs of relief. It''s not like looking at a person, it''s like looking at an object. She said coldly: "On the 12th, it''s dinner time. The restaurant is upstairs. Go by yourself." Zong Jiu didn''t speak, and acted conscientiously as an autistic youth. The nurse didn''t care about him, turned on the other people next to him, and shouted the same thing inside, except that the beginning was changed to number 13. After speaking, without waiting for a response, he turned around and took the lamp in his hand and turned and walked deeper downstairs. The corridor was so dark that it was too dark to see what was underneath. Even if there is a light emitting a faint light, it is still difficult to illuminate the deep darkness at the corner of the stairs. You can only vaguely see the yellow to rusty iron plates and the incomplete steps dripping dripping water. Zong Jiu bends the corner of his mouth. He didn''t stay in place for much longer, and he didn''t even look at the next ward No. 14 and walked up the stairs. Unexpectedly, although the ward was broken and there was dirt everywhere, the restaurant was unexpectedly clean. Light blue tiles were pasted on the surroundings and on the ground, and everyone took the iron plates one by one to line up in front of the window for dinner. The atmosphere was solemn and gave people a cold depression. There were already many people sitting sparsely in the dining room, all of them wearing the same hospital gowns as Zong Jiu''s. It is easy to distinguish which trainees are horror, because the level of each trainee is firmly hung in front of the chest. Obviously, except for trainees, no other NPC can see this badge. Perhaps it is to better push the plot, now the people in the restaurant are almost all patients with name badges. Before Zong Jiu walked in, the atmosphere of the restaurant was a little weird. But as soon as he came in, he attracted most of the attention. The white-haired young man in a sick gown walked slowly, with long white hair slicked from his shoulders, like a moonlight hanging in the night sky, with cold silver in the dim ward. Glorious. His deep side face brightens and disappears in the hair gap, just like the beautiful young Adonis who loves and beauty **** Aphrodite in ancient Greek mythology, with a breathtaking charm that transcends gender, even if there is nothing. Doing it can easily become the focus of everyone''s eyes. The thriller live room also exploded, and the audience in the other trainees'' live room screamed one by one. [Fogweed! This is the one who has come to participate in the draft. This looks is absolutely amazing, better-looking than Shengzi, my God! ¡¿ [I lick, I tm lick! What is a beautiful meal, I understand it today! ¡¿ [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Which live broadcast room this little brother is in, I''ll go over! ¡¿ Of course, amidst the super-thick barrage of emotional appearance, there are also devilish voices. [Come on, this is not the real world entertainment talents that only need to look good, can sing and dance to make their debut. This is our horror trainee plan for the infinite world. Just looking at the face is a shit. ¡¿ [That is, an E-level rookie, looks so weak that the wind is still a bitch, and most of them can''t survive the first level, cut. ¡¿ [What''s the point of being good-looking? This sub-venue has not only Zhuge bosses, but also Shengzi bosses. Isn''t it fragrant to see them? ¡¿ "Is an E-rank rookie." On the other long table, He Jianlan, who was observing, turned around again, "It looks pretty good." Qin also used chopsticks whose tips were about to be polished to pick up the lingering greens in the iron plate in front of him, his face was not worried, "If you want to be in this mood, it''s better to observe Zhuge An and Vincent." "Vincent didn''t come to the restaurant at all, he should be trying to get the upper hand." He Jianlan''s gaze swept across the back row without a trace, "Zhuge An is still sitting there." They are old people, and Qin has also experienced more than a dozen copies, and they are rated A. Although He Jianlan is a B-level, he is also a high-ranking B-level, only a few places away from A-level. "There are already two S-levels, and three A-levels, and there are more than a dozen other E-level and F-level newcomers." He Jianlan didn''t finish speaking, but both of them knew it in their hearts. The dungeons in the infinite loop are also divided into difficulty levels, the fewer people, the less difficult the dungeon. If the difficulty is higher, the relative number of people will increase. "...Compared to Vincent, I care more about Zhuge An." Qin also raised his head, his gaze crossed the crowd, and fell on the person at the end. The handsome man with loose ink hair was sitting there, his expression was cold, and he looked like an ancient painting slowly unfolding from a distance. The only difference is the extremely eye-catching S-class on his chest, with a small three on it. Among the tens of thousands of horror trainees, there are only ten S-level students. They sit on the highest throne in the studio, overlooking all beings. Zhuge An is also a high-ranking S, ranked No. 3 in the initial evaluation of the main system. There are also many big names in the infinite loop of survivors, and the most terrifying one is daunting just to say the name. Zhuge An''s name is also one of these big figures. He is known for his resourcefulness and his wisdom and demon. It can be said to be exhaustive and people dare not to underestimate him. He Jianlan knows this well. If the "different trainees" mentioned in the random task were Zhuge An, I am afraid they would not have the slightest power to resist. He thought about it, but he really couldn''t think of any way to fight it. "Since it is not a necessary task, it doesn''t matter if you fail, just take precautions. If you can''t provoke it, can''t we still hide it." Guarding is always right. The main thing is that the two of them have an A-level and a B-level, and they dare not provoke an S-level. That''s S grade, the top ten among tens of thousands of thriller trainees! Even if you step back ten thousand steps, if you have to provoke an S grade other than NO.1, you would rather provoke the other eight than provoke this unpredictable existence. Not only them, but the atmosphere among the other old people is also a little weird. The root cause of all the problems still lies in the random tasks issued by the main system. There has never been such a situation in the history of infinite loops. The dungeons they experienced are all team-type dungeons, and there are rewards for supporting newcomers. Even the two teams meet in the dungeon rarely, and the conflicts between each other are not the same. many. After all, the iron law of infinite loop is that human beings will always be succumbed to ghosts. If you add an iron law of internal cannibalism, I am afraid there will not be many survivors left. But now, this task has broken this boundary, just like the horror trainees, from the moment the rules are announced, they know that there may be a day of cannibalism in the future. But fortunately, you have to live until that time, so you don''t have to think so much before. After the colander Dafa of the old lady Dafan was cast, Zong Jiu walked to the corner with the iron plate, and started to solve it quietly by himself. The food here is neither delicious nor unpalatable. The hospital''s perfunctory treatment of these mental patients can be seen with naked eyes, but it is better to eat with food than without. The effect of the medicine remaining in the body began to recede. After the nerve endings were restored, the stiffness of the hands was slightly better, but the movements were still stagnant, with an obvious sense of incongruity. Zong Jiu had already turned a blind eye. In the years after the car accident, although he had undergone numerous operations, both large and small, his hands were still unable to return to normal human levels. It was difficult to move even at the worst, but now he can take care of himself with his perseverance. Lights cold to the point of no temperature projected from the top of the dining room, and the reflection of the iron plate reflected the youth''s pale pink eyes. So far, although the plot has undergone many changes, it is generally within Zong Jiu''s knowledge. But soon it was not. Because... it''s less than two hours before the death of the original owner in the plot! Chapter 4: Mental hospital The atmosphere in the restaurant is quite weird. The old people hug each other in pairs, but the newcomers are basically scared, just looking forward to whether they can hug their thighs. It was only halfway through the meal, and there were many people who made small calculations to get together in front of the old man and take the initiative to flatter them. Glasses are also one of them. Before entering the infinite loop, the glasses were just an ordinary office worker, who followed the rules on weekdays, worked diligently to complete the arrangements and work of the boss, and never thought of committing a crime. But now, he has entered this horrible and dangerous trainee competition with an uncertain future. Not only is he unable to go back, but there is also the danger of losing his life. Because I sit in the office all the year round, my glasses are puffy and weak, and I don¡¯t have any skills other than work. His rating is the same as his work at the bottom of the real world, only F. If this game fails to get a score of E grade or higher in the re-evaluation, it is a dead word. No one wants to die, the same goes for glasses. So after entering the first game, he made his own small calculations. After the nurse opened the door, he immediately crawled to the upstairs restaurant, silently observing everyone who came in through the entrance. In the end, it''s still useful to sit back and wait. The glasses have a more comprehensive understanding of the trainees in this session. There are two people with S-level signs on their bodies, three A-levels, a dozen of B-levels, and more C-levels and D-levels, but the most are still E-levels and F-levels like him. The S-class with long black hair looked indifferent, and his whole body seemed to be frozen. Another big blonde who is also an S-class smiles like a spring breeze, even wearing a hospital gown can¡¯t hide his holy breath. Before the glasses muster the courage to come forward, he saw a few E-level F-levels who had the same idea as him and walked towards the two S-levels with the dinner plate. Zhuge didn''t raise his dark eyelids, and put the chopsticks directly without saying anything, and the couple''s legs trembled with fright. Unexpectedly, the other big blonde didn''t respond with the same grimness because of the thoughts written on the faces of these newcomers, but smiled understandingly. "You are all newcomers. I am the Messiah. Just call me that." Perhaps it was the goodness of this big guy that made the newcomers feel more at ease, so these newcomers immediately started to introduce themselves. The glasses observed for a while, and then joined in with a cheeky. One by one, they expressed the fear in their hearts, and they were at a loss as to know nothing about the current situation. Messiah did not interrupt, but listened quietly, and waited until the last person had finished speaking before nodding his approval: "Indeed, high-rated trainees are basically survivors who have lived in an infinite loop for a period of time. I¡¯m still a newcomer. It¡¯s really cruel to throw in the trainee selection without giving you a chance to grow." "Don''t worry." The blonde youth looked mild, "This is only the first scene. If there is something I can take care of, I will help everyone as much as possible." In places where many trainees can''t see, the barrage of onlookers also brushed out a hum. [Oh, Master Shengzi is still so gentle and crying] [It¡¯s really the same as an adult¡¯s name, like the Son who saves all beings from fire and water 55555] [I was in tears when I saw this scene. The last time I went to the copy, I ran into the Lord Son. He saved me as a rookie like this, and gently comforted me that I was fine, ooh, a good man of the contemporary era. Really hammered] "...The Son is still the same." He Jianlan took a bite of ham, "Those newcomers are obviously holding their thighs and deliberately exaggerating the facts." When he said this, a rich newcomer was yelling over there, saying that as long as the Messiah protects him, he will promise him a large sum of money to seven figures when he returns. Messiah couldn''t laugh or cry when he heard it, and repeatedly said no, just a little effort. Qin glanced at it uninterestedly, "He hasn''t always been like this." Among the top ten trainees, apart from that, Messiah is undoubtedly the most popular. Because he is a recognized great good person in an infinite loop. Many old survivors were also newcomers, and many old survivors have also received the blessing of Messiah during the newcomer period. In a world full of treacherous infinite loops, such a personality is very rare, and it is easy to become a spiritual leader. The title of Saint Son is given by the survivors respecting him. Messiah''s own strength is unfathomable, his personality is good, and there have never been many people around him. Even if there are people who are not pleasing to the eye, they secretly feel that he is hypocritical, but they are silent under the strength of him and his followers. For example, now, the newcomers almost built a shrine on the spot to consecrate the Messiah. Looking at him, it was like seeing the Virgin Mary descending to the earth, and they wished to stay by his side for three days and three nights. . He Jianlan sighed in his heart, his short-sightedness, and immediately withdrew his gaze. It''s good to be by the Messiah, and maybe you can save your life. But the ratings of these newcomers in the personal show may not be much higher. The Messiah can protect them and cannot protect them for a while, and they have to die when they are damned. All newcomers who enter the infinite loop have to walk between life and death to have the consciousness of their own struggle, shrinking their heads or relying on others, there is only one death word in the end. When he retracted his gaze, He Jianlan''s peripheral light accidentally swept across the corner of the restaurant and paused for a moment unconsciously. The white-haired young man with a shocking appearance was sitting quietly in the corner, mechanically lifting and placing the spoon. He lowered his head halfway, and from this angle he could only see a beautifully shaped jaw line. This newcomer is kind of interesting. He Jianlan narrowed his eyes. Almost all newcomers in the hall, let alone newcomers, even a few C-classes have a tendency to seek refuge around Messiah. Everyone has the idea of ??not taking advantage of the bastard. In this environment, this white hair can still sit steadily, neither humble nor overbearing, and he didn''t even look back at it, which is obviously extremely unusual. "Old Qin, what do you think of that random task?" Qin was also impatient, "What do you want to say, don''t make a corner of Laozi, let go of your farts." He least likes people who are struggling to talk, but it is a pity that his partner is such a guy who likes to talk. He Jianlan is a B-level, but because of having a special item, many A-levels are a little jealous of him. Especially after he and Qin Ye formed a partner, they became even more powerful and their fighting power almost doubled. This time they were lucky enough to be assigned to the same venue. Many elderly people in the restaurant were envious. "I said, don''t be a little suspicious, just look at Zhuge secretly. People have noticed, you don''t know when you are counted in." He Jianlan said helplessly, "Do you think Zhuge secretly worked in the''curse mask'' What, don¡¯t step into the chessboard without knowing it." These words are really useful. Qin also immediately retracted his gaze with a stinking face. He Jianlan was speechless. By the way, he silently raised the white-haired newcomer several levels in his doubt list. At this moment, Zong Jiu''s meal was also finished. As if he hadn''t noticed the gaze projected from all directions, he placed his chopsticks quietly, bowing his head and wondering what he was thinking. Logically speaking, beauties are always eye-catching. But the aura and sense of alienation in the white-haired youth were so strong that no one dared to talk to him for a while. The boy who had been watching for a long time finally plucked up the courage and sat across from him with the dinner plate. Zong Jiu closed his live broadcast room and raised his eyes lightly. With just one meal, the number of people in his live broadcast room jumped from zero eggs to thousands. Perhaps this is the privilege of looking good. Sitting down was a very shy young man, not only his face but also his expression was full of youthfulness, he looked only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his eyes looked at him with gratitude and anxiety. "I, I, I am Sheng Yu." Seeing the white-haired young man looking over, Sheng Yu even started to stammer, "Hey, thank you before." As if afraid that Zong Jiu would not remember, the high school student hurriedly added in a low voice, "I was in the dormitory earlier, thanks to your reminder." When Sheng Yu said so, Zong Jiu found some memories. The other party is also a member of the E-class eight-bed dormitory. The young man looked at him quietly, until he saw Sheng Yu''s whole body hairy, he nodded indifferently, "It was your own choice that saved you." This is not wrong. Doesn''t Xia Chuan believe him? If Sheng Yu didn''t believe it, it would only end up with the same fate as Xia Chuan. Sheng Yu wanted to say that, the noisy restaurant suddenly became quiet as if a rest was pressed. "Da da da." The crisp sound of high heels flapping on the tiles sounded. A nurse in a nurse''s uniform walked in. They looked indifferent, with a shaking oil lamp in their head hand, and it was the female nurse who had opened the door to Zong Jiu earlier. The faces of these nurses were very pale, not normal white or anemic pale, but a strange paleness. The experienced old people looked behind them subconsciously. Unexpectedly, under the cover of incandescent lamps in the restaurant, black shadows are quietly floating on the clean tiles, which also proves their identity as humans. "You are all newly admitted patients this morning. The schedule and activity schedule of this hospital are all posted on the wall over there. Other than that, I just remind you of a few points." "One: night travel is prohibited. Two: patients are forbidden to fight each other. Three: Absolutely obey the orders of medical staff." The head nurse said indifferently: "If you try to violate it, you will be locked up in a confinement room or forced to be treated. It all depends on the severity of your condition. Trust me, you won''t want to try them one by one." No one in the dining room made a sound, as quiet as if they were in a tomb. "Very well, you are much more obedient than the last batch of patients admitted to the hospital." Obviously, this attitude satisfied the head nurse, and a smile was rarely seen on her mean face. "Cooperating with our treatment will only benefit your own condition. I am very pleased that you can figure this out." The few newcomers who followed the Messiah had shaken into a sieve, and they didn''t dare to ask where the last batch of patients had gone. "Okay, the rules are over, now let''s start lining up to take the medicine." The head nurse waved his hand, and the nurses behind him walked out of the shadow one by one with the medicine bottles, and handed out the pills and water to the trainees in the restaurant one by one. The trainees exchanged glances in private. Sheng Yu quietly asked him what to do. Zong Jiu did not speak. The white-haired young man put the pill in front of his face, sniffed it, and frowned slightly. To eat or not to eat? There was no logo on the medicine bottle, and they didn''t even know what medicine it was. But combined with the dizziness and weakness that I felt when I just woke up, this is mostly a tranquilizer or antipsychotic drug commonly used in mental hospitals. The drugs from unknown sources in the strange hospital full of mysteries can''t be eaten even if you think about it with your toes. What''s more, they are not mentally ill at all. As if guessing what the trainees were thinking, several nurses were standing there, distributing pills, while staring at everyone with sharp eyes, and watched them swallow them before handing out another tablet. If you don¡¯t eat it, you¡¯re violating the third rule. No one wants to be the first mouse to experience the confinement room described by the head nurse. A nurse said impatiently, "Hurry up, don''t waste time." Everyone hesitated and showed their magical powers. The glasses quietly looked up to see the Messiah who raised his head and drank water and swallowed the medicine. But unfortunately, due to the angle, he couldn''t tell whether the other party had swallowed the medicine in his hand. The nurse who was staring at the Messiah looked away with satisfaction and landed on the glasses. The sight of the cluster of glasses made the back of the glasses cool, and he shivered quickly and stuffed the white pill into his mouth. "What else can I do, eat." On the other side, Zong Jiu moved his fingers impenetrably and threw the pill directly into his mouth. After everyone had swallowed, the head nurse suddenly ordered: "Roll up their sleeves, open their mouths, and lift their tongues." It''s over. There was a thud in the glasses, and at this moment, he couldn''t care about the lack of water, so he swallowed it dry with saliva. Many people in the restaurant had the same reaction as him. The worst was an overly nervous trainee who was taken aback, coughed again and again, accidentally coughed up the unswallowed pills, and rolled to the ground with his saliva. The face of the trainee is now as pale as the nurses. The head nurse sneered and waved. A group of nurses of five big and three rough didn''t know where they came out, grabbing the trainee''s feet, dragging him away without knowing it, and disappearing into the dark corridor. [Fogweed, this kind of compulsion looks terrifying...] [To be honest, in this kind of horror copy, the first one is usually killed and cursed. It¡¯s miserable, I guess it¡¯s impossible to return] [This dungeon is not easy, I will use big tricks when I come up. I am really curious about what kind of medicine the head nurse gave them.] [Back upstairs, it should be luminal, chloroprothixol or chlorpromazine and other antipsychotic drugs] After a while, the screams of trainees in the corridor stopped abruptly, and the next moment the iron gates were locked and locked. This is confinement. It was quiet in the restaurant, and no one spoke. Seeing that the goal of killing the chickens and the monkeys was achieved, the head nurse nodded in satisfaction, put on a sentence of free activity, and then turned and left. Not all the trainees who entered this venue gathered in the restaurant, and a few chose to explore directly. Presumably these nurses are going to deliver medicine to those few people. Zong Jiu stared at the corners of the white clothes that the nurses disappeared into the darkness, suddenly curled up the corners of his mouth, and opened his palm. Like a trick, on the palm of his hand, an intact white pill was lying quietly there. Chapter 5: Mental hospital Sheng Yu opened his eyes wide: "Did you not eat?" In the palm of the white-haired young man''s hand, the little white pill was lying intact, without any trace of wetness on it. Zong Jiu glanced at him: "It''s just a trick." For a magician, flexible fingers are simply the most introductory exercise. Even if Zong Jiu''s hands are still stiff now, he is familiar with various hiding techniques, and hiding a small pill is more than enough. Not to mention Sheng Yu, who had been following him, even the barrage was extremely surprised. [Wow, I just saw him throw the pill in his mouth, and he drank a big sip of water] [Yes, yes, I saw it too! And the spooky head nurse has been staring at him clearly] [Is it a prop? ? ? Impossible, isn¡¯t he a newcomer, where did the props come from?] [If there are no props, wouldn''t it be hidden by ability. This trick is amazing, this newcomer really has something] Sheng Yu''s startled breath drew everyone, and the other trainees in the restaurant looked at the pill in Zong Jiu''s hand and looked different. To be reasonable, in fact, regardless of the elderly or the newcomers, there is not much difference in physical fitness alone. The rules for infinite loops are very harsh. Human beings are always under the food chain of ghosts, and survivors cannot break away from the racial category of "humans", even if there is an adventure of racial transformation in the special high-level dungeons, humans are in their bones, which is an unchangeable fact. No matter how many copies you have gone through, you cannot change these two points. Survivors can collect different props in the dungeon based on the clues revealed by the npc, and rely on the power of these props to save their lives. The survival points that are settled after each copy can be used to strengthen oneself, or strengthen existing props, etc. But no matter how hard it is, it can''t go beyond the universal boundaries of mankind. For example, no matter how hard a person strengthens his own power, it is impossible for him to lift a building out of thin air and become an existence like the Hulk. In addition, compared with boosters, there are too many survival points needed to strengthen oneself, so unless there is really no handy item in hand, generally no one will choose to directly strengthen the body. The consequence of this is that, due to an emergency, almost all the trainees in the restaurant swallowed the medicine under the strict guard of a circle of nurses. Although many elderly people now rush to the trash can to induce vomiting, the pill has already entered the stomach, which will more or less have some effect. Looking around, apart from Zong Jiu, only three people did not let the medicine enter the mouth at all. Zhuge An and Messiah are S-rank bosses, whose methods are beyond ordinary people''s imagination, so I won''t mention them. Qin Ye directly squeezed the pills into powder with brute force, avoiding the nurse''s eyes. "I said this newcomer is not easy..." He Jianlan dug out the pills from the place where his throat was stuck, his face was ugly. As a person who was fortunate to have not taken medicine with the S-level A-level boss, Zong Jiu received a warm eye baptism. Not only He Jianlan, who had been guarded against him a long time ago, but even Zhuge Anya glanced at him. Because of the hand just now, Sheng Yu looked at him with admiration in his eyes, as if a younger brother looked at his eldest brother, and even changed his mouth in a very good manner. He called "Ninth Brother" every bit, which was so sweet that it was so sweet. Useful. Just now the head nurse mentioned the schedule posted on the wall, and many trainees gathered around to look at it. Next to the schedule is a floor plan of the mental hospital, which shows all the rooms and facilities on this floor. This is the first floor, with a restaurant, library, and a multimedia room. "It''s free time after dinner... It turned out that we washed up in the afternoon, went to bed at 10:30, and rounded the room at eleven." Sheng Yu leaned over and read word by word: "Get up at seven tomorrow morning, ah, you have to take your medicine every night!" The newcomer trainees suddenly turned pale and their bodies were shaking. Now that the medicine is effective, many people have started eyelid fights. Sheng Yu was even more flustered, "What should I do, Brother Nine, I can''t spit out that medicine now." Zong Jiuzheng wanted to speak, but the blond son suddenly walked out of the embrace of the newcomer. "Everyone, might as well listen to me." The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent. Messiah has a smile on his face, his voice is gentle, and his azure blue eyes are like the warm wind blowing from the Aegean Sea in Greece in the afternoon. It does not make people feel superior, but refreshing. But no one dared to underestimate it. Because of the S-class hanging on his chest and the small 7 next to him. NO.7, naturally has this qualification. "Although the main system has set this level as a personal show level, this does not mean that the difficulty of the dungeon has been reduced." To take care of the newcomer, Messiah specifically cited an example. "According to the experience of our veterans, if it is a normal or low difficulty dungeon, the main task is usually to escape the mental hospital, or to perform targeted puzzle solving of certain items and clues. But this dungeon does not. We are required to survive for three days." "--This means that trainees only need to survive. You don''t even need to figure out what happened in this hospital and what truth is buried. Because these are not as difficult to set up in the main system as to survive. important." The trainees suddenly realized. When survival is elevated to the unified level of puzzle solving, it means that in this instance, surviving is the biggest difficulty. After thinking about this, everyone couldn''t help but feel chills in their limbs and chills all over the body. "With such difficulty, I suggest that everyone should choose group activities." Messiah said: "Although the purpose of the personal show is to express ourselves, the main system does not say that the trainees are not allowed to cooperate. We don''t have to point the finger at our compatriots for survival." Seeing that there are still newcomers hesitated, the blond son continued to work hard, "Don''t worry, the rule of infinite loop prohibits survivors from killing each other. This was just said by the nurse in the mental hospital." "The enemy of the survivor is never the survivor. We have the common enemy, that is, those things." The blond son pointed out, "The grade evaluation is important, but the most important thing is to live from this copy first. Isn''t it?" This remark was like an initiation, completely awakening the confused newcomers. Yes, survival is the most important thing. Grade evaluation or elimination is not eliminated, it will have to survive until that time. If they can''t survive these three days, they won''t even have the qualifications for evaluation. More and more newcomers are standing behind the blond son. Strange to say, after the nurse left, the whole restaurant seemed to be empty. The window aunt who was queuing up for food closed the stall, and the five-and-three-thirty nurses didn''t know where they were. They didn''t even see an extra patient NPC, only trainees with a sign were chatting here. Perhaps this kind of situation is very common in mental hospitals, as long as they do not violate the rules stated by the head nurse, they are naturally fine. When the newcomers make choices, the old people are obviously more thoughtful and comprehensive. "Let''s go, this copy is obviously not that simple." He Jianlan sighed and pulled Qin to stand with him. In the past, when in an infinite loop, it was always a team action, and you can rest assured to give your back to your own people. The infinite loop is scary enough, but if you turn back in your own nest, what''s the deal? But in this copy, the main system clearly pointed out that there was an inner ghost between them, and the old people were panicking. It is not surprising that the Messiah would say this. Because at the moment, regardless of the existence of ghosts, grouping is the best way, and it is the same for newcomers and old people. Zong Jiu stood on the sidelines and watched the whole process without saying a word. Instead, he silently moved a few steps towards the Saint Son. [Too great, this kind of appeal is worthy of the Son of God] [It¡¯s really lucky to have a leader in this venue. In the live broadcast of another venue next door, the Curse Squad and the Night Clan people almost didn¡¯t fight, and they are secretly breaking their heads with each other, and the newcomers are directly reduced to cannon fodder] [Indeed, it is true that changing individuals does not necessarily have the appeal of Shengzi. In front of the newcomers, he is an S-rank boss, and there are not a few old people who are convinced of him] [I am the only one who cares about Mr. Zhuge... I think Mr. Zhuge is not the kind of person who will follow the rules (cover his face)] In the end, everyone expressed their position, and only one person was still standing outside the circle. The black-haired man is thin and thin, with his arms folded, his eyes are as deep as cold pools. When the Son of God gave a passionate speech, he stood by the wall and looked at the schedule. After the Messiah finished speaking, he didn''t look at the people who had formed a group alliance over there, and turned around and left, leaving an indifferent and arrogant back. Zong Jiu glanced through the gap in the crowd and confirmed that the direction was the stairs. After that figure disappeared into the darkness, someone said in a low voice, "My mother, that popularity field is so strong." "We all chose to form an alliance, why is he alone and not gregarious?" Everyone had lingering fears, "Didn''t the main system say that someone got a different ID card? Do you think..." Messiah frowned: "That is the No. 3 Zhuge dark, brilliantly resourceful, unfathomable, and it is understandable to choose to act alone. When everything has not been concluded, don''t attach unnecessary doubts to it. On others. Survivors should have a united front. Just think about it in your heart. There is no need to say it to hurt peace." How dare the newcomer refute, he just nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, for fear that his thigh would be dissatisfied with him. Seeing the sincere attitude of the newcomer, Messiah skipped the topic, "Well, now that we have reached a consensus, hurry up and discuss the follow-up arrangements." "If you have a strong drowsiness, or if you didn''t vomit the pills out just now, please stand on my right hand side; if you are not drowsy, you just didn''t take any medicine or you vomited out the medicine, please stand on the left hand side. " The blond son organized the trainees in the restaurant in an orderly manner. After everyone stood up, he turned to the right hand side, "The composition of the medicine is unknown, but judging from the symptoms of sleepiness after taking the medicine now, it should be a tranquilizer. Anti-depressant drugs are commonly used in psychosis. But you have an effect in such a short time, indicating that the dose of the drug is large...If you choose to continue to collect information, it is very likely that you will fall directly in the middle." "My advice for this is not to do unnecessary struggles, it is better to go back to the dormitory early to rest and save energy." After hearing this analysis, the trainees who took the medicine showed fear. "cocoa--" go to bed? Not to mention old people, even newcomers know that sleeping in a horror copy is tantamount to death. What''s more, they are all single-patient wards, and it is impossible to predict what happens. Thinking of the gloomy and cramped environment in the dormitory on the first floor, even if the trainees present were sleepy, no one would dare to take the lead. "Don''t be afraid." Messiah gave them a soothing look. "Everyone can be divided into two groups and sleep in the same dormitory." "This shouldn''t meet the regulations, right?" Someone was worried. Shengzi smiled and said: "Why doesn''t it meet the regulations? The head nurse listed several regulations that do not say that multiple people are not allowed to share the dormitory. Besides, it''s only 8 o''clock now, and the schedule shows that the rounding time is 11 o''clock. You are going to sleep now. When you are in the rounds, you must all go into deep sleep because of the effect of the medicine. Even if the nurse and the nursing staff are together, it is impossible to wake you up one by one and let you go back to your dormitory, right?" Let alone a survivor, even the barrage was stunned. [Fuck, this method is really absolute, if you follow this method, at least the first night should be able to pass safely, I didn''t expect it at all! ¡¿ [It¡¯s really amazing...It¡¯s worthy of being the seventh-ranked S-rank. Only at this time can we appreciate the difference between the big guys and our mortals] [What I said upstairs is too true. No wonder people say that the top survivors are all-round development of morality, intelligence, and physicality. I didn¡¯t realize this gap when the live broadcast was not started before. Now I know that when I watch the live broadcast, all qualities are important in the dungeon.] [The most rare thing is that Shengzi likes to think from the perspective of a group, replaced by ordinary people... I think if I have the strength of Shengzi, the first reaction is definitely to be a lonely man like Zhuge. Wolf¡¿ Although in the dungeon of horror, it is not that there are many people and power, but the principle of 90% mortality rate is still understood by everyone. With so many people in a dormitory, the risk and probability of accidents are greatly reduced, which is indeed the best policy. Since Messiah had come up with a way to convince everyone, the trainees who took the medicine were divided into two groups on the spot, and they went to sleep downstairs in groups. Sheng Yu, who failed in another round of vomiting, drooped his ears, waved to Zong Jiu, and followed the group downstairs. There are only less than ten people left in the original large group of people. In addition to the Messiah, the S-level, there are also a few A-level and B-levels with the medicine stuck in the throat, not even the C-level. In this case, Zong Jiu, who was hung with the blue E-level brand, was particularly eye-catching. "Everyone is an old man, so I don''t need to talk more. Then I will make a long story short." After the newcomers left, Messiah looked more serious. "There are libraries and reading rooms on this floor. We will collect information in groups." "Although it is a survival copy, it is impossible for the main system to give no hints at all. It is a matter of survival, so please be careful not to miss any information." Everyone nodded, and the blond sage turned his gaze to Zong Jiu, who was standing aside, "This little brother will go with me, so I can take care of him." Zong Jiu nodded whether or not. The reaction to the news that he was about to form a partner with the S-Class was mediocre. He had read a bit of the original text, and knew that there was a discrepancy between the Messiah and what was said. The infinite loop does have an iron law that survivors cannot kill each other, but if they are "accidentally" killed, there is no way. The ghosts are scary, which is good. But the human heart is something more terrifying than ghosts. Besides, in the end, only a hundred people survived. The competition system for the horror trainees made it clear that everyone except themselves was a competitor. By the end of the show, killing each other can be said to be a foregone conclusion. It''s just that the horror trainee competition has just kicked off. Survivors who are accustomed to teamwork have not been able to change the mindset that humans are of the same kind so quickly. So everyone can''t reverse their thinking for a while, and it''s normal. If Messiah doesn''t say it, it can''t be considered as deliberate concealment. Some old people realized it, but they still chose teamwork, without saying a word. After all, if this news is stated clearly, it will only make people who are already floating feel more restless, and not to say it is not necessarily a bad thing. Zong Jiu thought while walking along the corridor on the first floor with the trainees who did not take medicine. The lights in this corridor are much brighter than on the first floor, and the walls on both sides have been obviously renovated, and even the dirt and moss hidden in the corners are rare. After eating, I was one step closer to the death of the original owner in the original text. Zong Jiu couldn''t accurately determine the death of the original owner to a few minutes or seconds, but he clearly remembered the process. The plot is largely unbiased, and the original text is also Shengzi''s proposal to cooperate and divide the trainees into two teams for exploration and sleeping. It''s just that the original owner went downstairs with the sleeping team, felt urgency temporarily while moving the quilt, and asked a newcomer to go to the toilet together, and then achieved the perfect first kill achievement. It couldn''t be easier to avoid the death of the original owner, as long as you don''t go to the toilet on the negative floor during this time. After thinking about it, Zong Jiu turned his attention to the work in front of him. They are standing in the reading room. There are a lot of old newspapers piled up here, which is very troublesome to look up. Although it is hard work, it is not completely unproductive. Soon, the trainees in the reading room found several special reports. Old newspapers mentioned very vaguely that the original site of this mental hospital was a military/affair/base decades ago. Later, a terrible incident occurred during the war and was abandoned. It was once uninhabited because of haunting. Unexpectedly, it was bought by an unknown businessman a few decades later, and it was transformed into the current mental hospital and opened to the society after only a hasty paint. All the old people breathed a sigh of relief. They were all startled by Messiah''s words, and they were riveted. Fortunately, it is not too difficult to obtain information on this copy. According to the horror film routine, the old things decades ago are probably the source of this copy. Although the missions released by the main system did not require them to figure out the cause of the horror, most of the secrets are closely related to the source if they want to survive. If you are lucky, you can figure out what happened in the first place, and you can even try to avoid disadvantages and live safely for three days. But is it really that simple? Zong Jiu touched his chin, and suddenly heard the gentle voice of Saint Son ringing beside him. "I take the liberty to ask, isn''t your hand...?" There is nothing beautiful about the white-haired young man, he is undoubtedly a nearly perfect existence. In this perfect contrast, that little flaw is very conspicuous. Messiah also noticed the abnormal stiffness of his hands when Zong Jiu looked down and flipped through the newspaper. In other words, the person involved deliberately let him notice. Zong Jiu gave a spine, "Yes." He didn''t try to conceal the problem in his hands, but instead focused on pulling out the newspaper with some effort, "It''s a comminuted fracture." [Fuck, no wonder I felt his hand posture was a bit awkward before, it turned out to be a comminuted fracture! ¡¿ [My God... if the hand has a comminuted fracture, even if the momentum is restored after the needle is worn, it will definitely leave sequelae, which will definitely affect daily life] [This should also be divided into severity, and the same is true for comminuted fractures. If it is too severe, the basic hand is useless. If it is a simple fracture, it can be restored to normal as long as it is recuperated.] [What, someone upstairs can see it, I didn¡¯t notice it at all, cat dementia. jpg] "I''m sorry." Shengzi showed a dazed look on his face and hesitated for a while, "Mind if you let me take a look?" The white-haired young man handed it over. The next moment, a light golden light appeared on the fingertips of the blond son, but it disappeared for a while, warm. Zong Jiu guessed, this should be the special item mentioned in the original text. In other words, it is the key to making Messiah no.7, admired by thousands, and giving the title of Son. "Sorry... at this level, I can''t help it." Messiah shook his head, his azure blue eyes fell on the slender and beautiful hands in front of him, and said with relief: "Although infinite loop is not a good place. I have to admit that many miracles can be created here." "You mean...Is it possible for my hand to recover?" "Yes." Messiah said patiently, "As long as there are enough survival points, the main system will be very happy to treat you. Once I was penetrated by half of my heart in a dungeon, and it took only three seconds to be killed by the master. The system is restored as before, alive and kicking." The original text only describes that death can increase the score, but it does not say how to obtain survival points. "Then how to get survival points?" Zong Jiu asked questions. "It stands to reason that the higher the score, the more survival points you will get in the settlement. Of course, if you can complete additional special tasks, the survival points will also increase." The blond son said meditatively, "This is terrifying. The rules for trainees should also be universal." If you want to score high, you can die and challenge yourself in a dangerous situation. But thinking about it another way, since it can increase the score and get a large number of survival points, it seems normal. Zong Jiu''s eyes flashed. If you want to quickly restore the flexibility of your fingers, you will inevitably have to pay some price. If you don''t get into a tiger''s lair, it is always a common truth. Since there is a road in front of him, it is naturally-- Zong Jiu smoothly grabbed the ballpoint pen aside. Hearing the voice of the newspaper laying down, Messiah looked up suspiciously, "Where are you going?" The white-haired young man waved his hand without looking back, "Go to the toilet and be back soon." "I''ll be with you, it''s not a good decision to be alone now." The Blond Son frowned in disapproval. "Don''t bother Master Shengzi anymore." Qingyue''s voice came from far away in the dim corridor. "I don''t have the habit of peeing with others." Chapter 6: Mental hospital The long corridor is dark, the old-fashioned light bulbs hanging on the two walls are dim, and the visibility is extremely low. The trainees who took the medicine were grouped into two groups. The leaders of the two groups were all C-level seniors. The other team members worked hard, and three or two went to their rooms together, and moved the quilt and sheets to the team leader''s ward to lay the floor. The glasses were assigned to the second group. He followed behind the team members and worked together to transfer the bedding to another ward. Looking at the quilt on the ground, the glasses gave a wry smile, "It seems that I can barely squeeze to sleep tonight." Originally a single ward was narrow and cramped enough, even if the whole floor was covered with bedding, it would only be the size of two or three beds. But there were nine people in their group, and they all squeezed into this small ward to sleep for one night, which was really choking. "...In fact, this is more secure." Sheng Yu squatted beside to comfort him, "Everyone slept close to each other. If anything happens, we can take care of it. At least we are crowded." indeed. These newcomers are all frightened. When I think of being in an environment where I might die at any time, let alone lying down, I would rather stand here for one night than go back to my ward to sleep. "Yes." The glasses didn''t say much, curled up the quilt and shrank to the corner. I don''t know if it was because he had just drunk a bowl of soup, he was a little urinary, and he curled up his legs as soon as he lay down. In this group of nine people, only three are F grades like him, and the others are E and D grades. The group leader obviously paid more attention to the new trainees with higher ratings, and dragged them to chat on the sidelines. He should want to develop into his own party members. Eyeglasses have been working for many years, and daily interpersonal communication is limited to the office and the boss. Holding a thigh is the result of tossing and turning for a long time, and now I don''t have the courage to speak up, I can only silently communicate with Sheng Yu, who is also an F-class, in the corner. Although everyone is wearing the same hospital gown, the latter is a full head taller than the glasses, and his face is still childish, like a newly grown bamboo, so green. "You should be young, right?" "Just a third year in high school this year." Sheng Yu spread the quilt, "I was too sleepy yesterday morning. I took a nap in class and found myself here when I woke up." The glasses said sympathetically: "It''s okay, anyhow it can be considered as evading the college entrance examination." Sheng Yu smiled reluctantly, and the two fell silent at the same time. It''s better to take the college entrance examination honestly when you come to this ghost place. Under the action of the medicine, people will become fatigued, even too lazy to speak. But I don''t know why, they were so sleepy when they first stood up, but when they lay down, their spirits began to tighten again and it was difficult to sleep. Especially with the glasses, he squinted his eyes to sleep, but he felt that the urination was getting up and it was extremely uncomfortable. He stared at the crooked, illegible letter on the wall, trying to ignore the physical discomfort. For insurance, they didn''t even turn off the lights and waited for the nurse to turn off the lights at night. In the crowded ward, the conversation not far away seemed particularly harsh. "The high-level people have all gone upstairs, and I don''t know what clues they can find out..." "They don''t think we are holding back and deliberately don''t tell us the information, right?" "Don''t worry, others may have any questions, but if the organizer is a holy son, you can rest assured." The group leader suddenly changed the subject, "Who knows the details of that E-class white-haired enemy?" The few newcomers looked at each other and no one answered. The group leader stared at the ceiling on the iron bed, "What kind of **** luck, an E-class actually carried the thigh of the holy son." In front of the newcomers, the group leader is a C-level boss. But only he knows that, compared with the S-level and A-level collecting information, the C-level is not even a fart at all. Even Shengzi said that there is a certain difficulty dungeon, whether he will survive or not is still unknown. "Who knows, that white hair grows like that, and it looks like a way out." Someone immediately knew, smash it, smash it, "Don''t say it, it''s really prettier than a woman, I don''t know how it feels..." The fake Sheng Yu suddenly clenched his fists. "Do you know?" The glasses were holding their urine with their eyes open, and I saw this scene accidentally. "Yeah." The high school student whispered, "Brother Nine is my savior. Without his reminder, I would have long..." F grade is the worst grade. Evaluation is based on a comprehensive quality assessment, not only limited to physical fitness, but also combined with the level of brain development. Even if you are a newcomer, if you have a better mind, or if you insist on going to the gym on weekdays, you can easily get an E-level evaluation. Sheng Yu is still an underage high school student who has never been seen in society, and he is nothing but a poor social animal who has been on a blind date for so many years. Even if the environment is changed, it is the bottom level, and I dare not even refute it. "Don''t be impulsive." The glasses silently stretched out his hand and patted Sheng Yu on his back. After a while, after seeing Sheng Yu calm down, his glasses hesitated and said, "I''m a little urinary, do you want to go together?" The glasses can''t hold back anymore. He didn''t dare to let him go to the toilet alone, and would rather not dare to pee in the quilt. Everyone huddled together, it was difficult for him to stretch his legs. He wanted to really pee under the quilt, and the others would surely kill him. But now it is undoubtedly difficult to find someone to go to the bathroom with. Those high-level trainees looked at Grade F like looking at trash. After thinking about it, they could only pay attention to Sheng Yu. Sure enough, Sheng Yu got out of the quilt without saying a word, "Go." The glasses breathed a sigh of relief, and got up in a hurry. The people who were still telling vulgar jokes over there noticed this scene, Yin and Yang laughed weirdly, "Look, two F-classes." They yelled at the back of the two of them, "It''s so dark outside, don''t be scared to pee your pants!" "boom--" Sheng Yu slammed the door of the ward severely. The loud sound of the iron door closing reverberated in the deep corridor, and rust and black oil stains fell from the old height. The glasses sighed silently, "Let''s go, don''t breathe with them." The corridor was dark, and two people walked side by side quietly, always alert to the surrounding environment. On the first floor, there is not only a ward, but also a shower room for the patients to wash and a utility room for stacking sheets and quilts. Like the toilets, they are all located at the left end of this deep corridor. At the right end of the corridor is the famous confinement room, where the hapless guy not long ago was locked in. When the sleeping team went downstairs, they went to the confinement room to see that the lock that fell outside the iron door showed no sign of opening. After an old man used a special prop to detect the presence of a living person in the confinement room, they boldly broke the iron piece on the iron door of the confinement room. I just don''t know if it was due to excessive shock. The newcomer may have passed out directly without responding. However, he did not die anyway, it was a blessing in misfortune. "This broken hospital doesn''t even last for a minute. I don''t know when the rounds will be held." They have long observed the environment of the mental hospital. Not to mention that there are no windows in the ward, and even the corridors and stairwells outside have no windows. Only simple ventilation equipment is installed on the ceiling. This configuration is more like a prison than a hospital. My glasses are holding my urine, making it difficult to even walk. "It should be early. Dinner time is seven o''clock. We left the restaurant at about half past eight. We moved our stuff and we had a full budget. It should be almost ten o''clock." "Speaking of which... we haven''t seen any patients who were admitted to the hospital for so long." After calming down, Sheng Yu couldn¡¯t help but feel anxious, ¡°Have you noticed that the trainees in the studio were all male before, and it seems that the same is true in this mental hospital. We usually watch auditions on TV, and it seems that they are also men¡¯s and women¡¯s groups. Separate selection, isn''t this horror trainee still a boy team draft?" "Who knows," the glasses gave a wry smile, "what do men and women do? At this time, I don''t have the mood to think about it. It would be nice to survive." "Let''s go faster." For some reason, he looked at the tiles covered with black dirt in front of him, feeling a little flustered for no reason, "It''s so dark, it''s weird." The light bulb stretched out the black shadow, and it was so quiet that only footsteps could be heard. After walking for a while, they finally reached the toilet at the end of the corridor. After going to the toilet, the glasses feel more at ease. The toilet is a public toilet. Although there are only four compartments, it is much brighter than the gloomy corridor outside, and it looks much better. Glasses: "Are you going to take it?" Sheng Yu shook his head, "I''m waiting for you outside." Since Sheng Yu doesn''t go, the glasses are not reluctant. He chose the outermost compartment and left it alone. Few people come to the toilet at this time. After all, life is at stake, and there is no way to be trivial. It may be that I have drunk too much water, which makes the urine extra long. The cold wind poured in from the door frame behind the glasses, making half of his **** chill. Pulling, the glasses suddenly felt a little dizzy on the left side of his head. There was a moment of dimness before his eyes, and suddenly there was an excitement, and his heart was not good. Previously, because of holding back urine, he had no time to take care of other things. Now that the physical problem has been resolved, the sleepiness has regained its head, and the coming is menacing. The Messiah said before that he would fall down while walking, which is not a joke. A large dose of medication, especially tranquilizers, can easily make people feel tired and sleepy, and they can fall asleep while standing. His glasses were dizzy and he could barely stand steady. In a daze, a cold hand touched his shoulder lightly. "Thanks, thank you." With the strength of that hand, the glasses finally stabilized his figure. He hurriedly lowered his head and zipped his pants, "Brother Sheng, thank you very much. If it weren''t for you, I would definitely have fallen." The moment the flush button was pressed, the glasses suddenly felt something wrong. Because the hand on his shoulder is gradually hardening. The sharp nails with compelling strength, as if spiking from them, easily pierced the thin hospital gown, letting the coldness like an ice cell penetrate into the skin. "Sheng...Ahaha, Brother Sheng, don''t scare me..." The shoulders of the glasses were numb with cold, and the cold feeling ran from the sole of the foot to the Tianling cover, and the voice was trembling. He was so scared that he didn''t dare to look back, so he almost knelt down and pleaded, "You...you...you say something, brother Sheng..." "Say something..." #### Sheng Yu leaned against the toilet door and was lethargic. The medicine looks small, but the effect is actually sufficient. Even standing still allows people to be in class, and the chicks peck at rice. "Why are you alone?" A voice suddenly sounded. The high school student who just opened and closed his eyelids suddenly woke up. After seeing the familiar person in front of him, Sheng Yu breathed a sigh of relief, "Brother Nine!" The gray-haired youth who hurried down from the upper floor frowned, "Why are you standing alone at the toilet door?" "I accompany Brother Glasses to the toilet and stand outside to help him watch the wind." Zong Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the bathroom behind him. The incandescent lamp was hung upright to illuminate, several compartment doors were hidden, and the dirty mop hung in the stained stinky sink, quietly and unbelievably. "How long has he been in?" "Um...I don''t remember this anymore. I should have been in for a while, maybe it''s a big one." Sheng Yu scratched his head, turned his head and shouted inside, "Brother Glasses, are you all right?" No one answered. At this time, even Sheng Yu could detect that something was obviously wrong. He shuddered, and said shiveringly: "No...I have been guarding here, and I haven''t heard any sound." Zong Jiu didn''t answer, but went into the toilet very simply and kicked the compartment door open. There was nothing behind the door. He followed the same pattern, kicking the remaining three compartments open in a row. Unexpectedly, there was no one in the four compartments. The whole toilet is so big, it is choking for a few people to stand, it is impossible to hide a big living person. "What''s going on? People?!" Sheng Yu was startled, "I saw him walk in with my own eyes." The barrage in the live broadcast room was also trembling. [Fuck, who of you was in the live broadcast room of the glasses just now, maybe something went wrong, right] [Let''s take a look, I have to place an order, I said that I will get a blood if I place an order, but I just don''t listen] [Two newcomers, there are so many big guys here, who would go to their live broadcast room to watch it. Sure enough, the newcomer to participate in the horror trainee is to give away food, and it is scattered] [No one answered the name, I guess there is no answer] "You describe the process in detail." Zong Jiu''s gaze swept across the dirty sink with the mop lightly, and a huge black spider was lying on the big net under the faucet. "I went to the bathroom with Brother Glasses, and he asked if I wanted to be together, and I said I would not go. Then I watched him walk into the bathroom and closed the door, and then took a nap against the wall." Sheng Yu tried his best to recall every detail, "Although I was sleepy, I definitely did not fall asleep. If the glasses came out of the toilet, I would not be able to hear it. And when the glasses brother went to the toilet, I heard him. Boo!" ...I even heard the hushing sound, which seems to be quite serious. The white-haired young man squinted his eyes, passed the description of this paragraph in the original text, and slowly tightened the Shunlai ballpoint pen in the long sleeves of the hospital gown. "Boom boom boom¡ª" At this moment, the outermost pumping tank suddenly uttered a roar, and the sound spread far and wide, echoing in the empty corridor, which was creepy. They turned their heads at the same time. The next moment, the two people standing at the door of the toilet clearly saw that the water flushed from the outlet above the squat pit turned into an extremely sticky scarlet! That is blood, a steady flow of blood. "Let''s go, go back and inform everyone." Zong Jiu shrugged, "If I guessed correctly, there should be something wrong with the glasses." Chapter 7: Mental hospital "Have you heard that there was an F-class accident last night!" At seven o''clock in the morning, after the nurse unlocked the door lock outside each ward, all the trainees couldn''t wait to get up, and after a quick wash, they gathered in the dining room, chatting about what happened last night. After Zong Jiu sent Sheng Yu back to the ward last night, he went to the reading room and told Messiah the news of the missing glasses. The old people glanced at each other, unanimously put aside the task of collecting information, and jointly searched the entire first floor and the negative first floor. The first person to die can usually bring a lot of information. If the corpse can be found, the source of the terror can even be inferred. Survivors who live in an infinite loop can''t get along without a bit of forensic common sense. Strangely, they found the nurse from ten o''clock in the ward round at eleven o''clock, almost searched both floors, and still found nothing. Finally, at the last moment, they finally found the corpse of the glasses in the dirty sink of the toilet on the first floor. It is not appropriate to say that it is a corpse. Because there is only a human head mop made by pounding a wooden stick into the brain in the dirty sink. The glasses are men, and the hair is naturally not long since they have their heads cut on weekdays. But the end of the mop was wrapped with a thick cloth strip, which not only perfectly blocked the head, but also really fixed it, making it a usable mop. Had it not been for a trainee who suddenly saw a pair of white eyes in the gap of the cloth strips, I am afraid that no one would have thought that in a short period of time, the glasses not only separated from the head, but also hung so blatantly. They searched under their noses countless times. Not to mention the people who saw this scene on the spot, the barrage was trembling with fright. "I heard about it. It is said that the F-class died miserably, and I haven''t been able to retrieve the remaining body. Those old people who have seen strong winds and waves say that such a cruel method of death is really rare." "Oh... the old people say so, what can we newcomers do? Should we just wait for death like this?" When Zong Jiu walked in, a bleak atmosphere was already enveloped in the dining room. He greeted Sheng Yu, scooped himself a bowl of porridge, and happened to see Messiah walking over with two steamed buns and fried dough sticks. "together?" Zong Jiu nodded, followed behind the blond Shengzi, and sat down at the most central dining table. Besides him, there are many people sitting on this table. If you look closely, you will find that they are all the old trainees who didn''t take medicine last night, and all of them are above grade B without exception. Others are secretly looking at this dining table, which is located in the center as if stars are holding the moon. "Hey, this white hair is really capable, and it really let him get in." "It''s really lucky, I don''t know how much that face played a role in it." People whispered, "Don''t talk about Saint Son, there are also Qin Ye and others, but they are all big people. He is an E-class, and he is not afraid of falling to death!" Even though the words were so sorrowful, everyone had to accept the face of Qi Zongjiu, and at the same time they knew it well. The core leadership group in this copy should have been separated. In the past, the large team entered the dungeon in the same way. The commanding layer commands, and others only need to obey the order. After that, if the props are obtained in the dungeon, the commanding layer will also have the priority to distribute, and the survival points can also be used when the dungeon is settled. Let alone look at the familiar appearance of this E-class and Shengzi. If you can get the blue eyes of no.7, you will have no worries about your life and status in the future. However, the atmosphere at the center table is a bit strange. Zong Jiu was isolated. Except for the great good Messiah who knew that his hands were inconvenient and helped him take breakfast enthusiastically, the others at this table ignored him, consciously or unconsciously. They are all grown-ups, and they still use the same methods as elementary school students. Zong Jiu couldn''t laugh or cry. No one paid attention to him, but he was still happy, eating slowly while listening to other people exchanging information. After the death of the glasses, Zong Jiu''s plot prophet no longer exists. In this case, intelligence is extremely important. But fortunately, Zong Jiu already had a great advantage compared to the other people who had a dark eye. Not only has he almost locked the range of candidates for the inner ghost, he has also become closer to the source of this copy. He has to do the challenge of danger, and he can''t put random tasks. Both hands must be grasped and both hands must be hard. As long as there is a place where you can earn survival points, Zong Jiu must be there to fight the worker Ouye! Messiah tapped on the desktop, "You stayed in the library and reading room to check the information last night. Are there any new discoveries?" Strange to say, this mental hospital looks dilapidated and filthy, but the library occupies a large area. Do mental patients still like to read books? "Nothing." The trainee in charge of consulting the library shook his head. "The library is full of highly functional books, and there is no record of this." "Where''s the reading room?" The blond son turned his gaze to He Jianlan. "Except for the one I found last night, all other reports are extremely vague. The only clue that can be determined is that this mental hospital was a wartime military/affair/base many years ago, and a terrible incident occurred. thing." He Jianlan said cautiously, "We didn''t have enough time to check it last night. If we search according to the planned time range today, we should be able to find more clues." Speaking of what happened last night, everyone was a little silent. It''s not the way to die for fear of glasses. After all, they have been mixing infinitely for so long. After climbing to this level, what kind of tragic way of death has not been seen? What really cares about them is the fact that there is no sign of the incident. Last night Sheng Yu fell asleep because of taking medicine, and the others were quoted by Zong Jiu Dai. "I''ll ask the F-class at the scene of the incident later to see if there is anything he missed." Everyone agreed. "Then the goal for this morning is very clear." The blond saint child folded his hands, "The reading room team, the library team, and the first floor search team, try to find a way to find the nurses and nurses to collect information from the NPC team, and return to the crime scene investigation team. Multi-line parallel, always able Find the clue." Qin also suddenly said, "There is still one person who has not returned." "Who?" He said concisely, "Vincent." The people at the table exchanged shocked glances. Vincent is A-level, he is also the second in command of the Night Clan team, the right arm of No.2, and his strength is naturally not bad. Although not as good as the top S-level, it is also one of the long-established survivors in the infinite loop, which should not be underestimated. As we all know, everyone in the Night Clan team has a talent. They had received the first embrace of vampires. There are all kinds of horror copies in the infinite loop, and there are not a few of them related to the subject of vampires. There is a particularly well-known A-level copy called "Dark Castle", in which there is a way to transform humans into semi-vampires. It''s just that because the blood of vampires is highly poisonous, humans may die in the process of transformation at any time. Few survivors have the courage to choose such a path, because the pain of transformation is the same as suicide. However, the risks and benefits have always been proportional. If you can transform into a semi-vampire, you will not only greatly enhance your physical fitness, but you can also get the natural ability of a vampire, and you don''t need to look for special props. Fan Zhuo, now ranked No. 2, once accepted the blood of the blood prince in an S-level dungeon "Dark Night Abyss", and his strength has increased exponentially, almost reaching the peak of the "human" category specified by the main system. Only then can we stand under one person and above ten thousand people. The reason why Qin is also sensitive to Vincent is also very simple, because he once received the blessing of the werewolf in a horror copy. Werewolves and vampires are natural enemies. If Vincent appeared in this copy, Qin would definitely be the first to know. He received the werewolf''s blessing, and his nose became very spiritual. Qin also continued: "As soon as I entered the dungeon yesterday, Lao He and I joined together. When I went upstairs, I saw him coming out of the ward next door. But he didn''t come to the restaurant, I guess he might want to go ahead. Collect information and act directly and freely." Since Qin had said the same, everyone would naturally not believe it, but the news was too unbelievable. "I disappeared all night...Is it impossible?" Vampires themselves are a scary race favored by the dark night, as are half-vampires. Not to mention that this mental hospital does not even have windows, and the day is like night, and no sunlight can penetrate it. It stands to reason that vampires like this environment the most, and they can even get an increase in ability. What''s more, Vincent himself is an experienced and experienced survivor, and almost no one will believe it when he opens the door to get a blood. "But yesterday we searched the entire first floor and negative first floor, as well as the empty ward, but we didn''t find Vincent at all." "Do not." Messiah said solemnly, "There are two places we didn''t go to." The dining table was silent. They did not go to two places, one was the iron gate locked on the south side of the first floor, and the other was the second floor. The iron gate that was locked to the south was so strong that it couldn''t be pushed even if it was pushed, and it was impossible to detect it. The other negative second floor didn''t even have any lights. From the stairwell of the negative first ward, it looked dark, and the corridor was broken as if it hadn''t been repaired in decades. Yesterday they planned to go downstairs to find glasses. They just walked to the top of the stairs. A B-level psychic in the team suddenly turned pale and fainted directly on the ground. Psychic is a very rare physique, and it also requires a special copy to trigger it. Although the combat effectiveness is not strong, the perception ability is a first-class cow, and it is very useful to deal with those unusual things. Generally, large teams will raise one or two. There was only one psychic medium in this venue, and after being sure that this copy belonged to a supernatural copy, everyone treated him like a giant panda. After waking up, the psychic''s face showed unconcealed fear, and the first words he spoke were-- "Don''t... don''t go down. You will die." It is for this reason that they temporarily avoided the negative second floor. It now appears that if all other places are searched and no clues are found, the result is very obvious. They only have three days, and today is the first day. According to the law of horror copy, the more you delay, the more uncontrollable the development of the situation will be. If no more clues have been collected at noon, they can only take the initiative to attack. "The danger of the negative second floor is beyond imagination. Don''t act without authorization." Messiah looked solemnly, "Wait for all clues and intelligence to be gathered by all parties at noon today before voting to decide." "Eat breakfast first." They finished the discussion, and Zong Jiu just finished eating. After breakfast, Zong Jiu had nothing to do, holding his head, letting his silver-haired ponytail run down his back shoulders, and continued to think about what he saw on the wall yesterday. Last night, Zong Jiu and a few other old people slept in Messiah¡¯s ward. He took the initiative to move the quilt to the corner and found a strange letter in the corner. pnpso. This obviously does not constitute a word, but it attracted Zong Jiu''s attention. In order to make sure that this string of letters was not accidental, after washing up this morning, Zong Jiu made a special turn and went to the ward 12 that belonged to him yesterday. Sure enough, the pnpso string of characters also appeared on the densely lined wall of ward 12 with mathematical formulas, but it didn''t look obvious and it was a little difficult to recognize. Zong Jiu went to several wards at random, and found that all wards were without exception. It''s not accidental that it has appeared so many times, it was painted on purpose by someone at first glance. But what do these letters stand for? Zong Jiu had a hunch that he had discovered a big clue. It''s just that because of the lack of some key information, I was blocked by the door and couldn''t enter. As for the others? How could Zong Jiu do such a stupid thing of shooting himself in the foot when the main system clearly informed that there was an inner ghost. The white-haired young man squinted his eyes and didn''t care about other people''s indifferent attitude towards him. On the contrary, he was content. Whether they can discover this big clue or not is naturally based on their own abilities. Relying on other people''s hints will not lose the fun of understanding mysteries? As a magician who specializes in bringing surprises and happiness to people, Zong Jiu certainly will not discourage everyone. When the trainees were just halfway through their breakfast, the familiar slapping of high-heeled shoes once again sounded from the depths of the corridor. The head nurse appeared at the door, holding a blank paper in his hand, and began to roll the call. "No. 1 and No. 7, No. 12 and No. 3, No. 5 and No. 9, No. 2 and No. 16..." The trainees who were read the serial number looked at each other, wondering what happened. Soon, after everyone''s serial numbers were read without fail, the head nurse announced indifferently, "The above is the grouping list of the ward tonight." Her face was gloomy, "You were considered smart last night, but I advise you to stop trying to make a fool of yourself. If there is a situation where many people sleep in a ward like last night, the hospital will directly deal with it in violation of regulations." The eyes of the newcomers were suddenly horrified. "Then what shall we do tonight... Two people in a dormitory, this is too dangerous." Thanks to the strategy of the Son, everyone can spend the night in peace. But now the medical staff is obviously very dissatisfied with their **** and skidding, and took out corresponding countermeasures to directly cut off this back path. On the contrary, the trainees at the center table didn''t have any extra expressions, and they all lowered their heads to eat their own. The elders know that perhaps you can win a short respite with speculation in the early stage, but it is not a long-term solution after all, it is the same in all horror copies. The method that was devised by completely taking advantage of the rules would be thankful if it could last a night. It was absolutely impossible for them to pin their hopes on it. After announcing the matter, the head nurse motioned to the nurse behind him to report on the schedule. "At eight o''clock, all the patients gathered in front of the iron gate on the south side of the first floor." "Dr. Chu is in a good mood today and intends to let you observe the process of treating mental patients in our hospital on the spot." There was another commotion in the crowd. [I was shocked! There is even a doctor! ¡¿ [Also, how can it be possible that there are only nurses and nurses in a psychiatric hospital, but no doctors? I was weird before, boy, I was waiting here.] [This on-site treatment sounds very bad... No, I have to open a thick barrage to save my life] The white-haired young man rubbed his stiff fingers and said nothing. Zong Jiu cared more about the arrangement of the ward mentioned by the head nurse than watching the treatment on the spot. He is No. 12, and No. 3, coincidentally, is Zhugean. Chapter 8: Mental hospital In view of the remarks made by the head nurse just now, the gloomy atmosphere in the restaurant has become more intense. After experiencing the horror trainee dormitory and the horror incident last night, there is a newcomer who is clearly on the verge of collapse. After the nurse announced the schedule, he suddenly dashed forward and yelled at them. "You died last night! Do you have any **** conscience as a medical staff!" Undisguised anger flashed in his eyes, "I have a **** mental illness, I think you have something wrong with your head!" "This is a hospital. Birth, old age, sickness and death are all normal things." There was a sarcasm on the head nurse''s pale face, "Then tell me, how can you prove that you are not mentally ill?" Mental illness is a terrible gray area. People who cannot escape capital crimes can rely on it to be exonerated, but innocent people can be sent to prison by it. No reason is needed, just "he is mentally ill" is enough. As for how to prove that you are mentally ill-- Mental patients never come and do not admit that they are mentally ill. There is no way to prove it. In other words, this is simply a false proposition. The newcomer was cold all over, his lips murmured, and he couldn''t say a word. Just when everyone thought they wouldn''t be able to say anything, he suddenly screamed and rushed out of the dining room like crazy, and sank into the stairwell without looking back. "Bring him back." The head nurse waved to the nurses and gave orders without looking back. After they left the restaurant, the others recovered from the depressive atmosphere just now. Not to mention the people in the restaurant, the barrage in the live broadcast room is also full of discussions. After a period of time, Zong Jiu''s live broadcast room also stabilized at around 1,000 people. Although it can''t be compared with the millions of viewers who are not moving at all, it is enough for newcomers to attract attention. [Look at this sign, it looks like something will definitely happen tonight] [Indeed, survived for three days. The first day was just porridge and side dishes, the second day and the third day was the highlight] [The passerby who just sneaked over from the live broadcast room next door said that the main task of the solo show next door also survived for three days. Although there are no inner ghosts and random missions over there, the trainees are already nearly half dead...There is a holy child here, and the survival rate should be greatly improved] [The main system is really poisonous. This is just the first game of the horror trainee. With such a high difficulty setting, I am not afraid of the psychological shadow of the newcomer? ¡¿ [Back upstairs, think about how many people stood in the studio during the initial selection... With so many people, the main system shouldn¡¯t be too lazy to wait for the newcomers to grow up. It¡¯s better to put a difficult copy directly, which is equivalent to a knockout game. Filter out the remaining people] Panic spread silently. Under such circumstances, as a leader elected by the collective, it is especially necessary to play a leading role and inject a booster into everyone. Obviously, this is not the first time Messiah has experienced this situation. The blond son put down the cutlery and got up from the dining table, "Everyone, stay calm." The eyes of the people in the restaurant followed him, and the commotion gradually subsided. "Today''s focus is the collection of clues and intelligence. Later, I will tell you all the details of the intelligence I got last night." "It should not be too late. After watching the on-site treatment, everyone can collect information in groups. We have discussed the results. Now that the wards have been divided into groups, we will follow the groups of the wards." Messiah gave a reassuring smile, "Please rest assured, I will do my best to protect everyone''s safety." If this sentence is spoken by other people, it really may not have this effect. But if it is said by the Son, the meaning is completely different. After the old people¡¯s popular science last night, the new people also got a preliminary understanding of this no.7. The Saint Son can have almost one-stop prestige and support in an infinite loop, not only because of his compassionate and charitable character, but also because of his strength. Messiah is not his full name, his full name should be called "Messiah Mubei". In the Western religious sense, Messiah means "a person chosen by God" and is a religious title. Anyone who has experienced the anointing ceremony and was appointed as a monarch or a sacrificial priest can add the name of Messiah before his name, such as the famous Messiah Joshua, Messiah Judas, etc. Messiah once obtained an identity card as the high priest of ancient Israel in an S-level horror copy created based on the Bible. After accepting the anointing ceremony, he became the substitute for God in the human world in that copy. , Crowned with the prefix of Messiah. Successfully survived the nearly incomprehensible copy and received an amazing A-level evaluation. What remains is not only the hair color of Messiah, but also that he, as the high priest of Israel, entered on the 10th day of the seventh month of the Jewish calendar. The most holy place, a staff obtained after accurately reading the true name of God. It is recorded in the Book of Exodus that the prophet Moses and the prophet Aaron each had a walking stick. Moses'' walking stick was used to judge and drive the will of God, and it was also used when the famous "Moses divided the Red Sea". The staff of Moses brother Aaron was stored in the sacred ¡®ark of the covenant¡¯ of the Jews. And what Messiah got from this copy was a copy of Aaron''s rod. Although the replica does not have the same bug-like resurrection ability as the original Aaron''s rod, it also has an excellent ability in healing. At the same time, due to the light and vitality attached to the rod, it has a miraculous effect in the ghost copy. . In other words, the Messiah is equivalent to a walking therapy. In this world, no one can provoke treatment if you provoke it! The most lacking in the infinite loop is the treatment, not to mention a treatment with its own dispelling effect. In the entire infinite loop of high-level teams, the temple team led by Messiah has the lowest casualty rate, receiving tens of thousands of applications every year when recruiting new recruits. Therefore, after a boost of morale, the newcomers who finally knew that the Messiah was great settled down again, and the eyes looking at the Blond Son became more and more enthusiastic. For such a scene, let alone the Messiah, even He Jianlan and the others are not surprised. [Sure enough, there is a holy son in the copy, which makes people feel more at ease! ! ¡¿ [It¡¯s good to bring therapy with you. It is worthy of the ability of a giant panda more than a psychic] The barrage sighed, [The newcomer in this copy is so lucky] "It''s seven and fifty, and there are ten minutes left, let''s go quickly." Even though the restaurant clock shows that it is early morning, the corridors of the mental hospital are still as dark as ever. The crowd filed out, with a tense atmosphere, and headed towards the locked iron gate on the south side of the first floor. This section of the road is not long, but everyone is worried. Sheng Yu walked at the end, next to He Jianlan, who was responsible for inquiring in detail what happened to him last night. It may be that he was frightened by the miserable spectacles last night. The high school student''s complexion was obviously not good, and dark circles hung on his cheeks. After seeing the white-haired young man turning his head, Sheng Yu''s lingering face showed a little refreshing smile. He Jianlan immediately narrowed his eyes vigilantly, "Do you know him?" Sheng Yu replied unsuspectingly: "Yes, that''s my elder brother." Zong Jiu hit a string of "..." in his heart, and did not pay attention to the situation behind. Now in the entire command hierarchy elected by Messiah, the only one who is isolated is him. The elders in the command level looked down on him as an E-class, and felt that he was not worthy of being equal to them. The old man who failed to join the small group at the command level was even more malicious towards him, feeling that he was better than an E-level, and wanted to immediately replace him in the command level. As for the remaining newcomers, it is even more obvious. Everyone is the same level, so why can Zong Jiu be able to get into a small group? Not only mixed in, but also successfully hugged the thigh of the Son. At this life-threatening time, no newcomer is not jealous. Being in this dangerous situation now, it is very likely that you will be reduced to unthankful cannon fodder from the three parties. Not to mention that there is also He Jianlan who is eyeing and beware of everyone else. For example, after washing up this morning, when Zong Jiu went to other wards to look for clues, he sneaked behind him, trying to find evidence of the inner ghost. Zong Jiu felt that he was innocent. He obviously did not do anything, so he received a B-level hostility. What is even more hateful is that this guy He Jianlan has a good reputation in the small group. Even with a few other trainees, his eyes are full of contempt, and one of them almost writes his coveting on his face. However, to a certain extent, this conformed to Zong Jiu''s intention. Group action has the advantages of group action, and naturally there are disadvantages. Zong Jiu followed the team and almost got the clues he wanted. There is nothing to do next, and it is a good idea to go around. No, as soon as he had this idea, the head nurse handed the pillow over. In the eyes of other people, Zhuge is more wise than demon, both righteous and evil, and disobedience to organizational arrangements is an unprecedented possibility for inner ghosts. But for Zong Jiu, Zhuge secretly was the first person in this entire mental hospital to be able to rule out the suspected existence of inner ghosts. I have to thank the original text here. The original text is a description of group portraits. When the author wrote about the identity card setting, he just turned his perspective to Zhuge An. So Zong Jiu knew that what Zhuge secretly got was just an ordinary ID card, and he was not deceived. Unexpectedly, Zhuge An, who looks most like an inner ghost, turned out to be innocent! Thinking of this, the Messiah at the front finally came to the iron door. The door was still locked, and there was no sound inside. The blond son gave a look to the B-class psychic on the left, who immediately closed his eyes intentionally. After a while, he opened it again, nodded, and gave an affirmative answer. Messiah stretched his brows, "Go knock on the door, it''s safe." Qin also took a step forward, and was about to knock on the door, but the door suddenly squeaked. The heavy iron door opened automatically from the inside. Qin Ye''s reaction speed was very fast. Almost immediately after the iron gate changed, he took a step back and assumed a defensive posture. It''s not just him, the old people standing in the first row are almost the same. There was no one behind the door, and there was no horror scene they had imagined. This is an operating room that looks very old, some years old. As for why it can be easily judged that this is an operating room, it is because there is an old wooden operating table in it. The bright oil lamp above is the only light source in the room. Tweezers, hemostats, scalpels, and some dirty cotton **** are placed on the tray of the armrest. Although there is no horror, this operating room can easily chill your back. Because the simple surgical utensils on the operating table clearly show signs of being used, and they are covered with mottled black blood stains. In the trash can, some unknown mixture was thrown into the trash can, a piece of scarlet. In addition to the operating table, there is also an old electric chair tied with straps on the corner of the wall, with wires plugged into the side. The old bronze iron cabinet stood against the wall, and the dirty brown glass was filled with unknown objects. A newcomer took a closer look and found that it was a shriveled head, and almost didn''t scream. "It looks like an embalmed corpse." Said the Messiah. Zong Jiu stared at the head with interest and took another look, and found a suspicious point. This head has obviously been left for a long time, and the whole is pale yellow-brown. But those eyes are not only very vivid, but also can see the blue-gray bloodshot eyes when they get closer. This is a pair of eyes that have just been dug out, and even the most fragile parts of the tissue are intact, and the technique is not imperfect. How can anyone put a living eye into the socket of a dead person? Zong Jiu squinted his eyes and glanced at the newcomer who was already shaking his legs behind him. He thoughtfully did not tell the truth. His natural emotions are not very fluctuating, but he accepts it well, and he is even in the mood to look at the other specimens placed on the display cabinet. The things on the display cabinets are without exception, they are all similar things, either all kinds of weird human organs, or human heads of different shapes. Isn''t Dr. Chu in this mental hospital a personal collector? As Zong Jiu was thinking, the newcomer suddenly screamed. "Ahhhh, it moved, it just moved!" "It''s there, that specimen, its eyes moved!" The old people who were observing the operating room frowned without taking it seriously. The psychic has just determined that there is nothing unclean in the iron gate. Even if there is something, the psychic wouldn''t be able to feel the slightest strangeness in such a close position. Instead, another newcomer said impatiently, "Everyone was panicking wherever it moved. You are still alarmist here--" The words were only halfway through and stopped abruptly. The black pupil of the head was absent, only a bleak white of his eyes was exposed, staring straight at him. The newcomer was so scared that he sat on the ground. Obviously it was quite a horrifying scene, but the old people had no time to take care of it. All their fanatical eyes followed another place. On the other side of the operating table, a sudden halo appeared in the pupils of all the trainees, and a small "S" was quietly emerging. An extremely precious S-level special item! Chapter 9: Mental hospital In the infinite loop, the S-level copy is recognized as the most difficult copy. Almost all of the S-level and A-level trainees divided by the main system have successfully experienced an S-level copy, belonging to the strong who competed in this cruel environment of the "survival of the fittest" forest law. Due to the high mortality rate, S-level dungeons will only appear once a year. And it cannot be opened by a separate team, it must be joined by three fully equipped top teams. Even so, it is still very difficult to survive in the S-level dungeon, and it is common for three teams to destroy together. But there is no doubt that if you can survive, it will be no less than reincarnation and rebirth. What''s more, it has never been impossible to directly rank among the top powerhouses. A copy of each level will produce items corresponding to each level. S-level items are special existences produced in S-level copies. But the props are not available in every S-level dungeon, and some dungeons will also be expressed in other forms. For example, the most precious thing in the "Dark Night Abyss" dungeon is the transformation from a human to a half-vampire, and the "Guanluoyin" dungeon is the enlightenment of top Yin and Yang eyes. But in the final analysis, these special forms also have the same status as S-level props. Not every survivor who survives from the S-level dungeon can get an adventure. Usually, such a chosen child may only appear every three years. This is still based on the situation where there is no group annihilation. After such levels of levels, among all the horror trainees today, only nine people hold S-level props, and almost half of these nine people are S-level, which is conceivable. Not to mention the elderly, all the barrage in the live broadcast rooms that were onlookers at the psychiatric hospital were also blown up. The survivors who have the ability to be selected as the horror trainee have been selected long ago, and those who have left behind are all those who have never seen the world peck at each other. Seeing this scene now, the reaction is greater than that of the trainees. [Damn, what did I see, my god] [Fuck! ! ! S-level props, **** it! ! ! ! ¡¿ [I saw S-level props for the first time in my lifetime, my goodness, my grandparents, my grandparents and fellow villagers, this copy is really a treasure! ¡¿ [Uuuuuuu, this may be the first time I have been so close to the S-level props, I must take a screenshot] [Tears, thank the main system for fulfilling my only wish 555555 that I died before the copy] In addition to these barrage, there are also audiences who are keenly aware of the unusual. [Wait, that''s not right. Isn''t this a mediocre copy of a solo show? How could there be S-level props? ? ? ¡¿ [Wori, the upstairs really wakes me up all of a sudden. If there are S-level props here, wouldn¡¯t it be... (horrified face.jpg)] [This dungeon doesn¡¯t look like an S-level dungeon. Compared to those S-level dungeons that are besieged by natural disasters and zombies, the mental hospital can only be regarded as a congee and side dish, and I can¡¯t feel the cruel feeling at all. ¡¿ [Indeed, I didn¡¯t feel the horror of this venue...The newcomers in the next-door Caiji venue didn¡¯t know how many groups were destroyed. By comparison, only one died here. Tell me this is S-level. Hell mode? Can''t believe it] ...... The barrage talked a lot. Among the thousands of solo show venues, this is definitely the most interesting one. This copy of the mental hospital not only has random inner ghost missions that no other personal show has, but also an S-level prop. What''s more, in a dungeon, you can visit two S-level bosses, which is unmatched by other chicken venues that even the highest-level A-level does not have. It can be said to be full of sights. Thinking about it this way, the meeting between the two big guys in a copy seems to indicate that the difficulty of this personal show copy will definitely not be low. S-level is entirely possible. For a while, the barrage will call friends and friends, as long as the trainees of the psychiatric hospital copy, the live broadcast room will flood into a large number of people eating melons. Outside the barrage, the trainees in the operating room blushed. They stared frantically at the dilapidated tin box on the operating table. That''s an S-level item! S class! If this S-level item can be obtained, not only will it have a powerful life-saving method, but the evaluation in the main system will also be greatly improved. You know, when the main system announces the rules, it is very clear. High-level trainees can enjoy countless benefits and privileges, and even know the clues and content of the next game in advance. Who wouldn''t want it? Someone shot without saying a word. One trainee in the command level took a step forward, and the other, unwilling to show weakness, reached out and grabbed it. The person standing at the back looked hopeless, so he just leaned forward. The special items in the dungeon will recognize the master, and whoever gets it first will be bound to it. However, in the next second, a wooden staff suddenly stretched out from the side and correctly blocked the top of the iron box. The blond son frowned, "Wait." The crowd stared at the golden light rising from the high priest''s rod, and stopped their hands with unknown expressions. If you offend a holy child and get an S-level item, normal people will choose the latter. However, Messiah used the same items that existed as S-ranks, and for a while, everyone could not break through his defenses, so they had to stare at each other. Zhuge secretly entered the operating room and saw this scene. He raised his eyebrows with interest, as if he had no intention of intervening. "Everyone, stay safe first." After suppressing everyone, Messiah said helplessly, "Look carefully, this halo is white." The trainees were taken aback and quickly took a closer look. Sure enough, shrouded behind that little "S", it was indeed a clear pale. It was only because of the confusing light from the warm yellow light projected on the top of the operating table that they did not notice this for the first time. Everyone was stunned, and stopped one after another in disbelief. Props are rare, and the copy will also give corresponding prompts. For example, when approaching a certain range of the props, it will be displayed on the retina. If the display is golden, it is the main body of the item. If it is white, it means that this is just a clue, not a real thing. By the way, the higher the level of special items, the more clues they have, the more difficult it is to find. Messiah: "Just calm down, don''t hurt everyone''s harmony because of this prop." The blond son moved the wooden staff a few inches underground, and pushed the iron box away with force. "Since it is a clue, according to the rules, it should be shared together." The rust-spotted lid was pushed aside with a "clam--", revealing the true content inside. Everyone held their breath. Unexpectedly, the box was empty and there was nothing. When everyone was trying to get closer to study the clues of this S-class prop, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from outside the iron gate. The five big and three thick nurses came in carrying a man in a hospital gown, and strapped him firmly to the wooden operating table. The poor man who was **** was pale, with a towel in his mouth, and could only helplessly express his cry for help with his eyes. "Isn''t this the man who was detained last night?" The trainees whispered. Since the nurse did not leave, no one dared to act rashly. Just as everyone was making eye contact, people came again outside the iron gate. The visitor was wearing a white lab coat and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, looking at the scene in the operating room interestingly. This should be the "Doctor Chu" in the head nurse''s mouth. I don''t know why, but this doctor has a very ordinary appearance, but he gives people the illusion that danger and charm coexist. Contradictory and sharp as a tightrope. Zong Jiu frowned. He could feel the sight of the other party staying on him for an extra long time. Zhuge, who had always been leaning on the wall without concern, had curbed his previous laziness and became a little more serious. "Oh, it seems that the patients are all here." With an uncomfortable arc hanging from the corner of the doctor''s mouth, he casually swept over everyone present, and finally his gaze fell on the simple operating table in the center. Perceiving his sight, the newcomer tied to the operating table became more frightened and struggled frantically. "My lord, do you need to calm him down?" The silent carer spoke. "No need." Dr. Chu smiled and said, "Sedatives will make life lost. Only pain can make people awake, which is more conducive to the treatment of mental illness, isn''t it?" The nurses nodded. He turned around with satisfaction, took out the white gloves placed on the operating table, put them on slowly, and walked to the showcase. "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk." The man bent his finger and tapped three times in the dirty brown glass cabinet. The shriveled head moved. The pale eyeballs slowly rolled over and turned like a living person, revealing the horror of slow motion in the horror film. There was a slight "hiss" sound in the quiet air. An extremely thin black snake swam out from the open mouth of the head, spitting out a scarlet snake letter, and cleverly crawled onto the large, well-knotted hand outside, and rubbed it as if to please. The cold reptile coiled around the cyan blood vessels, with an inexplicable beauty. It turned out that they saw the strange movement of their heads and eyeballs because of a poisonous snake hidden inside! All this chilling scene makes people stand upright. The doctor touched the triangular snake head of the black snake, and then put his hand on the lamp on the operating table. "I don''t like being disturbed by others during surgery. If someone disturbs me...you know what to do." The black snake crawled down from his hand as if he could really understand the words, hung himself upside down on the lamp tube, bent his upper body in the air, showing an attacking posture. "Really good." Doctor Chu smiled and praised, and took the wooden box handed over by the nurse. "This hospital enjoys a high reputation for psychiatric treatment, has a long history and rich clinical experience. The next simple and convenient operation will release the devil in your mind and turn you back into normal people... " [Damn, although this doctor looks abnormal, his voice is actually pretty good? ? ¡¿ [Back upstairs, I am not the same person...] [It¡¯s too real, I just thought, how can such a nice voice match such an ordinary look] [According to the various advanced copy commentary videos I watched, I suspect this is a boss] [I am the only one still thinking about the clues of the S-level props just now, that is the S-level props! ¡¿ I don''t know if the operating room is too quiet, or the metal ice cone drawn from the wooden box is too horrible. Halfway through the explanation, Doctor Chu stopped talking uninterestingly. "Forget it, you are all patients, and I must not understand what I''m talking about." He shrugged, "But it doesn''t matter, you don''t need to understand, you just need to remember this scene." The trainee strapped to the operating table began to tremble. Seeing this, the nurse on the side used the largest leather to fix him firmly on the operating table, and could no longer move the slightest. Messiah shook his head without a trace to the crowd, and pointed to the lighting lamp and the caregiver beside him. The huge bodyguards also stood by. On the lamp, a drop of venom was enough to kill everyone in the operating room, the black snake staring straight at the trainee''s direction. There is no suspense, if they choose to interfere, it will launch a fatal blow. Dr. Chu didn''t care about the patient''s small movements. He looked at the newcomer on the operating table as if he was looking at a disobedient child, full of tolerance. "Soon, the devil in you will be driven away." As soon as the voice fell, he lifted the patient''s eyelids, and the slender ice cone in his hand pierced the newcomer''s upper eye socket without hesitation. Bingcone exudes a forcing chill, exerting a hemostatic effect. Although it pierced the eye socket, only negligible blood leaked out. "Ho, ho." The newcomer was completely tied to the operating table, unable to move half a minute, and could only bite the towel that was bleeding from his mouth. No one gave him anesthetics. The sweat dripping from his face and the tears rushing out of his eyes are enough to explain what kind of terrifying pain this is. The hand holding the ice cone is very stable, not only keeps it, but pushes the ice cone deeper and steadily and slowly. Eye sockets, eye sockets, scalp...finally dazzled the end of this trip¡ª¡ª Gray matter and white matter located in the frontal lobe of the brain. When the ice cone was halfway down, Dr. Chu took the measuring ruler and compared the penetration distance. Then he nodded in satisfaction and stopped continuing to advance. "It''s perfect." He admired his masterpiece with satisfaction. The newcomer on the operating table has passed out due to the severe pain. His eyelids were propped by the ice cone, and even if the doctor let go, the ice cone could stand firmly on his head, like a flower in bud in a vase on a display stand. There was silence all around. All the trainees were shocked by this cruel scene. "Don''t look at him like that. This is a genius invention who won the Nobel Prize in Medicine, friends." Dr. Chu smiled, "As long as you have undergone treatment, your disease will be completely cured, and there is absolutely no possibility of recurrence." He put his hand on the ice cone again, and slowly began to circle in the air. There was a sour rubbing sound in the silent room. Reminiscent of the ice cone long enough to pierce the brain, everyone watched the doctor''s movements in horror. The person on the operating table was clearly fainted, but the sweat on his face was getting more and more, and the muscles showed instinctive reactions under the erosion of incomparable pain. Zong Jiu stood aside, his eyelids moved impenetrably. Ice cone frontal lobectomy. The surgery that won the Nobel Prize in Medicine in 1949 is also the largest black history in the history of the Nobel Prize. This operation is very simple. It only needs an ice cone, icebreaker and hammer to perform. The method of implementation is to poke the ice cone into the upper eye socket of the patient, and then stir the ice cone with bare hands to mash the gray matter and white matter of the prefrontal lobe of the brain. The mental patients who were subjected to the operation at the time were indeed settled down, and seemed to show signs of improvement. The sequelae of the operation are terribly frightening. People who have been operated on will become dull, like walking dead, docile and at the mercy of others. It''s like the body is still there, but the soul disappears. Because the prefrontal lobe of the brain is directly linked to human IQ. After smashing the frontal lobe, humans will have only instinctive reactions, or worse. But this kind of badness falls in the eyes of ordinary people, but it is evidence of the cure of mental illness. Therefore, it not only won the Nobel Prize, but also carried out an astonishing tens of thousands of cases worldwide in the early and mid-twentieth century. It was overthrown and abolished until 1970. The operation only lasted ten minutes, as if a century had passed. When Dr. Chu took out the ice cone glowing with cold metal and saw the blood on it and the yellow and white brain fragments, the trainees on the side could not help but vomit. "The operation is complete. This is the ultimate treatment in this hospital." The doctor threw the ice cone aside, "Of course... this is a waste of my energy. Unless your condition is very serious and you violate too many regulations, we generally prefer to choose electric chair therapy, which is simple and easy." "It''s still early, but I can give you a simple check." His gaze shifted and fell accurately on the young man''s straight back. "No. 12, you come first." Zong Jiu stepped out of the operating room and paused. Chapter 10: Mental hospital Dr. Chu didn''t mean to lower his voice at all. Many trainees who were about to leave the operating room heard it. He Jianlan turned his head abruptly, his eyes rolling between the white-haired young man and the doctor in white coat without any secret. Not only him, but even Messiah looked over in a bit of astonishment, with worry in his azure blue eyes. No one knows what the "check" this dangerous doctor is talking about, and why he suddenly called Zong Jiu to go first. But there is no doubt that Zong Jiu has no room for rejection. In this mental hospital, patients have no right to disobey any orders of medical staff. The hapless man lying on the operating table just now is the best example. In the copy of the horror film, the survivalist is the existence at the bottom of the food chain. Not only must you avoid those unknown ¡®good friends¡¯, but you must also not harm NPCs. Otherwise, not only will the instance score be increased, but on the contrary, it will be back down. It wasn¡¯t a team that didn¡¯t want to do this before. Relying on their special props and special physique, they killed a key npc in that dungeon, which resulted in the collapse of the main storyline of the subsequent dungeon. In the end, everyone got the "F" rating of the main system when the dungeon was settled. Implement the whole team obliteration. This resulted in the unprecedented power of the dungeon NPC, especially in the mental hospital of this personal show. Since they have entered the dungeon, they have to follow the rules of this dungeon. People who do not follow the rules usually have no good end. "Line up, one by one." The doctor waved his hand, and the full-faced nurses were like pushing chickens, pushing all the people in hospital gowns into the aisle between the operating room and the corridor. By the time, there are only two people left in the largest operating room. The black snake hanging upside down on the lamp hissed his letter, and the obsidian cold snake eyes stared at the white patch without blinking. Zong Jiu stood there honestly, his eyes staring at a corner of the ground like stagnant water. He hasn''t forgotten the setting of the autistic teenager on his ID card, and now he is also playing this role perfectly, trying not to be seen by this nasty npc. In the vision of his eyes, he just stepped on the edge of the elongated black shadow, as if standing at the prestige of some grinning fate. The leather shoes are approaching. Stepped through the danger zone. The shadow completely enveloped him. Immediately afterwards, the man took off his left glove slowly, pinched Zong Jiu''s chin with his cold hand, and lifted the young man''s face semi-compulsively. The doctor in a white coat stood under the only light source in the room, with an unpredictable smile on his face. Only after getting close, he will find that he has an amazing personality charm, fierce and sharp, with a deep sense of disobedience. He stared at those pale pink eyes, half amazed and half meaningful. "Look, a rare albinism with autism." Zong Jiu, who was staring at him so straightforwardly, didn''t move at all, and he didn''t even respond at all. The young man was forced to raise his head, the headband tied behind his ear was untied, and his long white hair fell from his shoulders like a ribbon. His beautiful face was numb and indifferent without a trace of blemish, and his thin lips were lightly pursed. He looked beautifully like a delicate puppet in a doll shop, beautiful but lacking soul. Perhaps it is this indifference that makes men interested. "Sizzle¡ª" Without warning, the sharp tip of the scalpel suddenly pierced the blue and white striped hospital gown, cutting down along the texture. The cloth slipped lightly to the ground, exposing large patches of pale skin to the cold air. The young man''s upper body has no fat, and the waist/body is slender, and the beautifully shaped body lines are tight in the dim light, like the finest, non-adulterated jade, which is bright and disappearing, so you can see the incredible. The trainees behind him swallowed. The barrage of Zong Jiu¡¯s live broadcast directly exploded, and the number of online users has risen almost exponentially. [Fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, fog grass, this doctor contemporary male Bodhisattva! ¡¿ [I prprprpr, I can! I can! ! Ah Jiu is too beautiful, right awsl] [Who can stand such a crit of beauty! I just ask! also! Have! Who! ¡¿ [I¡¯m giao, I rushed in from other people¡¯s live broadcast rooms, I¡¯ll just lick it first if I don¡¯t say much.] [It''s worthy of being the number one face value of the horror trainee... It''s absolutely absolutely impossible, my hand has already begun to disobey the screenshot] The eyes of the man hidden behind the gold-threaded glasses glowed with thick ink, like an abyss. "it''s beautiful......" The doctor behind the lens watched this scene in amazement, the bright scalpel flew back into his pocket, and once again pulled out a long ice cone from the box behind him. The ice cone this time is not a surgical ice cone, but a genuine long cone made of ice. The trainee guarding the door almost didn''t get goosebumps by this action. They looked at the youth with their backs to their sunken waists, and remembered the tragedy that Doctor Chu had not hesitated to pierce the ice cone into the newcomer''s eye sockets. They couldn''t help swallowing saliva over the content of the next treatment, and their legs were a little soft. Unexpectedly, the ice cone did not pierce anyone''s eye sockets. It landed on the delicate skin like suet jade, fainting a drop of melted ice water. Suddenly touching the skin, the doctor saw the young man''s beautiful upper body flinch instinctively with satisfaction. "Let me check it out." The man''s movements kept moving, the cold-lighted tip slid like a dragonfly, and walked on the pale drawing paper like a brush, trying to apply a different color. The temperature of human beings is naturally much higher than that of ice cones. The melting ice cones leave a string of bright water marks on the body, sliding down along the texture of the skin, tick and tick, and sink into the waist. Under the torment of such cold and tingling, the white-haired young man''s eyelashes moved slightly. His chin was still pinched tightly by the doctor, unable to move half a minute. The youth''s expression was indifferent, the slender neck raised up like a dying white swan, fragile and with a fatal sense of beauty, making the ink in the man''s eyes darker and darker. "Why don''t you speak?" The fingers holding the chin grew harder, almost pressing the bruise. Even so, he still did not speak, but silently endured everything. With this acting skill, Zong Jiu felt that he should get an Oscar figurehead. In order to be able to complete a few more dangerous challenges, in order to get a little more survival points to treat himself, he simply paid too much. All of this betrayed the flesh/body, openly naked/exposed, and the influence is really not good. Of course, having said that, quite a grudge, he wrote down this matter in his notebook no less than ten times. Zong Jiu kept staring at the operating table with dull eyes, thinking that this quack doctor had better pray not to fall on his hands. Although it was much shorter than the few minutes of ice cone frontal lobe surgery, it still took a long time. It may be that Zong Jiu''s silence finally made the man feel bored. He followed the white-haired youth''s gaze and turned his head, smiling vaguely, "Are you interested in that black tin box?" "That box once contained a very interesting little thing, but unfortunately it was stolen by a shameful thief decades ago, and its whereabouts are unknown." The trainee standing at the door was excited. Zong Jiu turned his back to them, and was a distance away, not quite able to see what was going on. But the black tin box is different! That''s a clue about S-level props! Who doesn''t want to know? Everyone stared at the white-haired young man''s back with fiery eyes, and they wanted to rush up to answer him. However, before Zong Jiu could respond, Dr. Chu suddenly let go of the hand that held his jaw. "However, there is no doubt." His voice was low and bewitching, "It will be retrieved by me, from the present, not the past." Tap the white gloved hand on the young man''s clavicle/bone. The man lowered his voice and chuckled, "Want to know more?" The rubbing on the surface of the rough fabric makes the skin uncomfortable, but with a little effort, the pale skin has dazzling red marks, like plum blossoms falling in snow, which are very abrupt. They were too close, so close that Zong Jiu could easily smell the disinfectant and rust around the white coat. There is even the kind of condescending pity, like a superior person. It is never too late for a gentleman to avenge him. Zong Jiu muttered silently in his heart, but the corners of his lips became more straight, suppressing the anger in his heart. He hates that people look at him this way. The doctor played with him for a while, and Ji Er leaned over, leaned to his ear, and said in a voice that only two people could hear¡ª¡ª "Do you believe...between three and four, there is an integer?" The light pink pupils flashed an arc quickly. After saying this, the doctor put his hands in his pockets and straightened up again, his face regained the cynical frivolous smile. "The inspection is complete. Your body is very healthy, and there are no hidden problems except mental illness." He waved his hand casually, "I''ll talk about the rest tomorrow." "Yes, Master Chu." The nurse immediately took out a new medical gown and gave it to Zong Jiu. They pulled the young man''s slender arms and drove him out of the operating room along with other trainees. With such a casual attitude, he said that he would not check if he didn''t check, and Zong Jiu doubted that the other party came for him. But he really couldn''t figure out where he caught the other party''s attention, and he obviously was as quiet as a chicken after entering this dungeon. Zong Jiu glanced at his grasped arm. With his sight and crowd crowding, he stretched out his other hand to the caregiver in front of him without a trace. "Kang Dang--" The heavy iron door was heavily closed. In his field of vision, the doctor in a white coat took off his glasses and raised his hand to extinguish the light on the operating table. The whole room returned to the darkness of eternal silence, and the white coat was outlined together. Inseparable, completely natural, as if they were born like this. Just after Zong Jiu backhanded something into his pocket, he suddenly looked in Zong Jiu''s direction and hooked the corner of his mouth. [This doctor is too enthusiastic! ¡¿ [My God, this level of danger, it must be the boss of this dungeon, no doubt] [No wonder this dungeon can have S-level props, which are not found in the other live broadcast venues next door. Think about it, this venue looks ordinary, but there are two S grades, one no.3 and one no.7. According to the urinary nature of the main system, I guess this dungeon might actually be able to touch the S The edge of the dungeon...] [Wait, what I said upstairs does seem to make sense, otherwise, how can I explain that there are no S-level props in other venues, but does this copy have it? ¡¿ [Damn, if your guess is true, wouldn¡¯t it...for all the newcomers of this copy (µãÀ¯.jpg) (µãÀ¯.jpg) (µãÀ¯.jpg)] ...... Zong Jiu was very concerned about Dr. Chu''s clues about S-level props. Between three and four, there is an integer. There is no doubt that this sentence is completely unworkable to explain it solely by mathematics. This existence does not count at all and is a false proposition. But since it was spoken from an important NPC, even if it seemed meaningless, it became meaningful. Or in other words, this clue must be established in the current copy. Zong Jiu suspected that this sentence was not only about the mysterious S-level item, but was even closely related to the main line of this dungeon. Decades ago, it happened to be able to compare the shabby newspaper clippings they found in the reading room. The mental hospital at that time was still a wartime military base, and it was also the source of the hospital''s quirks. But if the equation is true, what would that mysterious integer be? What happened decades ago, what kind of S-level props were in that black tin box, and how does it relate to the main line of this dungeon? When the nurse let go of his hand and turned and left, Zong Jiu still stood still thinking. After he recovered from his thinking, he was already surrounded by trainees on the inside and the outside. Each of these trainees'' eyes flashed with greed, and the expressions looking at him were full of suspicion, jealousy, and covetousness, which was disgustingly ugly. "Hey, we have called you for a long time, why are you unresponsive." "What did the doctor tell you, why didn''t you answer?" "Are you trying to embezzle? Everyone found the clues together, I tell you, you have a share!" Zong Jiu: "..." He reasonably suspected that the neuropathic doctor was deliberate. Even if Zong Jiu was not pleased, it would obviously take some time to brew before it was reduced to the current situation. However, the appearance of Dr. Chu disrupted all of Zong Jiu''s plans, making it impossible for him to finish this morning''s information on the Saint Child''s side and then retreat. There are really enough dogs. Zong Jiu cursed inwardly, raising his eyebrows lazily. "Oh, do I have to tell you? If it''s not wrong, it was you who begged me to tell you the information." "You are asking for help?" The others were stunned. Their impression of this white hair is pretty and taciturn. At this moment, they saw that he had obtained the clues of the S-level props, and they were trying to use coercive and coercive forms to put the words out. Unexpectedly, this E-level was so stubborn, and he came back directly. Up. For a while, the people who were still twittering were dumbfounded. Zhuge, who was about to leave straight away, had a secret footstep and raised his eyes with interest. Chapter 11: Mental hospital Because Zong Jiu spoke arrogantly and boldly, the dim corridor was silent for a while. [Fuck, Brother Ajiu is too handsome too! ¡¿ [Ma, it¡¯s the first time I have seen a new person dare to talk to an old man in this tone] In Zong Jiu''s live broadcast room, the barrage burst into laughter. [233333 Look at the face of the trainee who was beaten, they didn¡¯t think they wanted to get S-level clues, but they didn¡¯t expect to scold someone back, hahahahaha] [There is a refreshing taste, E-level rookies and C-level trainees, don¡¯t deceive me E-level poor! ¡¿ Jiang Yuan, the old C-level trainee who was the first to speak, flushed, "You are a little E-level, how did you talk to senior?" "Senior, you rely on the old to sell the old." Zong Jiu sneered, "This set saves time, it''s all trainees, don''t live in reality every day." "Okay!" Jiang Yuan raised the volume up angrily, "I know what Senior He said makes sense, and even the S-level clues are unwilling to share, you really are the inner ghost with a different ID card!" Wow! At this moment, the crowd exploded directly. Other elders who are also coveted for S-Class clues have echoed. "That''s right, Senior He said before that he saw you sneaking around in everyone''s ward early in the morning. If it wasn''t for a ghost in his heart, how could he do such unnecessary things." "Yes, that''s right, the doctor just hit you directly. Could it be that you already knew your identity as an inner ghost, you should fit inside and outside!" Now that the old people are united on the front, those new people who have just figured out what the clues of the S-level props are all about are also rushing to the wind. After all, they don''t have the slightest survivability in this copy, and only by holding the old man''s thighs can they survive. Whether you can live or not depends on whether the old people are willing to help. Not being flattery is just waiting for death. There is really nothing to do. Just when Zong Jiu almost turned around and left, the Messiah, who had been frowning, spoke. "be quiet." It was like pressing the still button, everyone was quiet. "I have said long ago that suspicion is most avoided when there is no clear evidence." The blond son has a serious look, and his blue eyes, which used to be as gentle as the Aegean Sea, are cold as ice at this moment. "This is the most taboo thing in the team. If there is no basic trust between people, how can we talk about cooperation?" Everyone was silent. Messiah continued, "Although the S-level clues are shared by the discoverers. But since Dr. Chu chose to tell Zong Jiu alone, then this clue belongs to him, and he has the right not to tell anyone. This is his freedom, no one has the right to speak up." Under the powerful temptation of the S-class clues, there are still old people who are unwilling, "but we have evidence that all the things he has just said are what he did." "When you ask He Jianlan, he has seen it with his own eyes." The elected He Jianlan gritted his teeth, "Yes, I did see it." He spoke with Messiah¡¯s disapproving gaze, ¡°Holy Son, I noticed this E-Class as early as the first day the dungeon was opened. He sat in the dining room alone, without the slightest strangeness or abnormality to the environment, even The next part of taking medicine also performed well. And this morning I witnessed him sneaking around in other empty wards. From this, it can be inferred that he is either hiding some clues, or he is simply I got a different ID card from ours and has a different main mission." Seeing more and more old people and newcomers start to waver, He Jianlan throws out a killer. "If this is not enough, he was also there when the F-class rookie died last night!" On the side, he argued with the newcomers for Zongjiu, who was blushing with a thick neck, turned his head and burst out, "You tm net bullshit! I was there last night, why didn''t you and his grandma say that Brother Glasses was the one who killed me? of?!" "Ha ha." He Jianlan helped the black-rimmed glasses on his face and sneered, "I didn''t say, you jumped out in a hurry? That''s right, what I want to say is the last sentence...you two One is simply an accomplice." "The original words of the main system at the time were''find out the existence of this personal show that is different from other people''s ID cards'', but I didn''t say how many inner ghosts are in the entire trainee venue. There may be one or some inner ghosts in the field. There may be two. But based on the proportion of people, I guess the probability that this number is greater than or equal to three is not high." He spoke eloquently and talked freely, "Compared with people like us who have ordinary cards, the inner ghost must not have the advantage in number. According to the law of the main system, it will never make the strength of the two rivals too far apart. So compared to us, your inner ghost must have a unique secret code or way to find your own accomplices, and join forces to fight against our ordinary people, and then it is possible to complete the main task." "This can explain why there were no clues or traces at the scene of the crime last night, but the F-class died so miserably. You are a gang committing crimes. You should work together inside and out, and come to us after the scene is set up." Others suddenly realized. "Are you not sure how you exposed yourself?" He Jianlan smiled triumphantly, "The most important reason is that when we checked, Meng Tianlu felt it in the bathroom." Meng Tianlu is the B-level psychic. Hearing He Jianlan''s words, he also stood aside and nodded, "I used the power of psychics in the bathroom to perceive it, and I didn''t find any residual resentment aura." The perception ability of the psychic can perceive the existence of the supernatural. If the glasses are really killed by those existences, it is impossible for the psychic to be unable to perceive a breath. Meng Tianlu''s implication is simple. He suspected that the glasses were not killed by a ghost, but by someone. "Your Excellency Saint Son is wise and righteous. Everyone knows that. But you should not be too credulous and be deceived by such a villain who hides evil intentions." He Jianlan''s words were sincere, "We all believe in your leadership and judgment, but now the situation is difficult to understand, you may wish to refer to our opinions." When everyone heard it, they all answered, "Yes, Master Shengzi, what Senior He said is not unreasonable." "This logical reasoning is reasonable and reasonable. It is worthy of Senior He, who is known as a wise brain! If Seniors weren''t aware of the details, we would have been deceived by this white hair." "Senior is really amazing!" Not only them, but even the barrage of the live broadcast by He Jianlan and others are speculating. [That actually makes sense, after all, only two people knew about the whole process of the crime scene last night. If they can collude well, it will be death or alive, whether black or white can be subverted at will] [Indeed, Senior He¡¯s reasoning is strong and well-founded, and there is plenty of room for maneuver in every link] [Only I am thinking, one E-level and one F-level, how did you complete the tragic scene last night? ¡¿ [If you go back upstairs, if you have this kind of copy, the number of people with the inner ghost card must not be dominant. So either the inner ghost is too much stronger than the ordinary card, or there must be a special permission opened by the main system] [So that''s the case, thank you for the answer, so it seems that this E-level suspect is indeed the biggest, I don¡¯t have to wash it] ...... The Messiah''s eyebrows grew deeper and deeper. Everyone is waiting for his final judgment. The blond son thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "Although what you said is not unreasonable, I still choose to believe in Brother Zong. I believe he is not what you say." "Furthermore, the iron proof you cited earlier is not universal in the S-level dungeon." Messiah means something. Meng Tianlu was taken aback, his face rose to the color of pig liver. He is indeed a good psychic, but the quality of psychic is also hierarchical. There is a saying circulating in the infinite loop, "The collective meditation of ten low-level psychics is not comparable to the perception of a middle-level psychic." The lowest-level psychic has a lot of entry ways in each D-level copy in the infinite loop. Low-level psychics are not much stronger than ordinary people at all, and even when facing "good friends" they will accelerate their grievances into the body because of their special physique. Therefore, unless it is a survivor who really has no special props and desperately wants to go, he will choose to accept low-level spiritual media quality. Generally, these survivors are mixed up, and after they have enough survival points and do not plan to develop in the direction of psychics, they will almost spend points to wipe out this physique. The spirit medium quality will not really start to play a role until it reaches the intermediate level. At this time, the spirit medium is enough to be called a spirit medium. There are senior and top levels above the intermediate level, and there is a top psychic in the S level. However, due to the rare quality of the spiritual media, there are very few ways to obtain the intermediate spiritual media in the B-level dungeon. If you want to go up again, the A-level dungeon corresponds to the high-level psychic, and the S-level dungeon corresponds to the top-level psychic. A large team with no background can''t afford it. Meng Tianlu is a low-level B, naturally just an intermediate psychic. As the difficulty of the copy increases, the ability of the psychic will be suppressed. It is said that in the most terrifying S-level dungeon, unless it is a top-level psychic, otherwise all the existence of psychics in the dungeon cannot be sensed by ordinary psychics. This is what the Messiah meant. Earlier, He Jianlan and Meng Tianlu were complacent, thinking that they had found Zong Jiu''s flaw. They didn''t expect that the S-level props clues that appeared in the operating room allowed other trainees to infer the specific level of the copy of the personal show, which also fulfilled He Jianlan''s reasoning omission. Instead, Zong Jiu set out and watched the whole process coldly from the side. Aside from other things, Zong Jiu found it funny enough that He Jianlan could still be called a brainer. "Have you finished?" He shrugged, "To put it bluntly, it means that you suspect that I am a ghost and want to worship each other." This is indeed the case. The main system strictly prohibits internal fighting among the survivors or trainees, even if the suspicion of the old people facing him is written on his face, it will not help him for a while. This was also the abacus and plan of Zong Jiu at the very beginning. It''s just that because of the quack doctor, he needs to advance temporarily, but he is really not afraid. The white-haired young man smiled casually, "Why bother? Everyone is sensible, why not open the skylight to speak bright words, anyway, today I will put it down. In the next two days, you will walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge. As for that clue...heh, don''t even think about it." These words were merciless and ironic. The eyes of the old man on the opposite side almost burst into flames. Zong Jiu didn''t care at all. He lowered his arms and turned to look at the Messiah. "Thank you for taking care of me this long time, and thank you for choosing to trust me. But everyone has opinions on me, and I don''t want you to be embarrassed. Leaving is my choice, it has nothing to do with you, and I cherish it." Finally, Zong Jiu nodded at him impenetrably, and passed them without looking back. [Oh oh oh oh! Ah Jiu mighty! Ah Jiuchong! Mom loves you! ¡¿ ¡¾it is good! Do it alone, I respect you as a man! The powder is set, the powder is set] [Oh...this is not so good, Shengzi is obviously facing him, why just leave it like this, obviously there is still room for recovery] [I¡¯m also thinking, now it¡¯s comfortable to speak ruthlessly and be prestigious, but he¡¯s an E-rank... this copy is an S-rank, so I¡¯m still talking about it] The young man walked with a straight back and a long back. The scattered white long hair was like a ray of light in the sky, and immediately disappeared in the distant darkness. Standing behind Sheng Yuqi''s face flushed, "Brother Nine is not what you said, you are spitting blood!" The high school student stomped fiercely on the ground and trot all the way towards the corridor. He Jianlan pushed his glasses, "Look, it''s mostly in the same group." "Hey, one E-level and one F-level. I''m so embarrassed to speak up here. It''s still unknown whether I can survive today." Jiang Yuan took a fierce "bah" towards their backs, turned his head and saw the unsightly expression of the blond saint child, and fell silent. The Messiah stood in place, with long blond hair hanging down on both sides of his cheeks, but there was no smile on his face. When the Son of God smiled, he was really like the savior described in the Bible, but from the smile he gave people a sense of closeness and compassion. But once his smile disappeared and his expression was serious, everyone felt unwarranted fear for some reason. After a long time, the Messiah exhaled from his chest. His azure blue eyes swept across every trainee present like a blade sharply, and said slowly. "Since you are willing to believe me and choose me to be the leader of this temporary dungeon team, then you should follow my instructions and arrangements. Without definite evidence, you should not make such remarks in this situation." "This time it may be Brother Zong, next time? Who will be the victim of your unwarranted suspicion next time?" "I am disappointed." He Jianlan''s heart is next. He tightened his fists, avoiding Qin Ye''s eyes, "Your Excellency--" "No need to say more." Messiah waved his hand wearily, "No next time." Under the anger of the Saint Child, even if the others were chanting the clues of the S-level props in their hearts, they would not dare to say a word. They hurriedly packed up and obeyed the arrangement, according to the grouping list assigned early in the morning, and continued to search for the missing information between the first floor and the first floor. However, on the other side, Zong Jiu encountered something not big or small. The white-haired young man squinted his eyes, and calmly surveyed the stairs beside his feet. This is a very dilapidated concrete staircase with traces of potholes left on it, and even some of it can be clearly seen as remnants of bomb craters, full of historical decay. He remembered clearly that the stairs from the first floor to the negative first floor were only twenty-one steps. But just now, he walked out of the entire twenty-third level. Zong Jiu stopped and looked up thoughtfully. On the stairwell not far away, rusty old-fashioned clocks are hanging on it. The hour hand and steady finger were at ten o''clock, and the minute hand stopped at twelve. Chapter 12: Mental hospital Ten o''clock. Zong Jiu stared at the dial that seemed to be frozen, thoughtfully. The clocks in this hospital are very interesting. There are only clocks hanging on the walls of the dining room and the stairs between the floors, but they don''t have a second hand, only hour and minute hands. The minute hand only moves one step every five minutes. This causes the minute hand to freeze for five minutes at that moment after each step, and will not move again until the next five minutes. After twelve divisions are completed, it is the time for the hour hand to advance. The pupils of the white-haired youth were slightly sinking. This reminded Zong Jiu of something not big or small. Last night, he walked from the reading room on the first floor to the toilet on the first floor, preparing to experience the danger and challenge of the death of the original owner according to the original plot. As he turned the corner of the stairs, Zong Jiu paid special attention to the time on the clock. If I remember correctly, the clock at that time was also pointing at ten o''clock. It''s just that everyone left the restaurant at half past eight last night. After reading the materials in the reading room for a while, it was almost ten o''clock, so the time in the stairwell last night did not attract much attention from Zong Jiu. But today is different. They finished breakfast at exactly eight o''clock. Even if there was a delay in the operating room on the first floor, the probability of it being delayed until ten o''clock was not high. Coupled with this inexplicable two more stairs... Zong Jiu didn''t believe there was such a coincidence in this world, especially in this copy of the personal show. The appearance of two ten o''clock must mean something, and there is a message that Zong Jiu didn''t know. He is now standing at the end of this staircase. Behind his left hand is a dark winding staircase leading to the second floor. Opposite the corridor on the first floor, the stairwell behind him was extinguished in the light. There was an unspeakable sense of violation all around. Although the psychiatric hospital is usually so quiet, the quiet today is obviously not unusual. What''s more interesting is that the iron gate on the negative first floor has changed. The original rusty door is now as new as ever, and even the glass windows inlaid on each door panel are wiped clean, as if they had just been replaced, shining with cold light. Not only Zong Jiu, but the viewers who were watching his live broadcast also found something wrong. [Mom, I''m just a flash god, why the front door suddenly changed new, sluggish. jpg] [Wait, what''s the situation? Is this being pulled into a different dimension? After all, this copy has used such a **** method to tell us that its upper limit is very high...] [Usually this happens in horror movie copies, and it¡¯s always a cool rhythm. Let me just say, why did you break up with the son, so big a golden thigh, don¡¯t hold it, and have to die by yourself, speechless, really is a newcomer who is not afraid of tigers, and has such a good-looking face. I didn¡¯t expect it to be a vase] The white-haired youth did not act rashly. He didn''t even move forward, but squatted down on the spot, grinding on the ground with his slender fingers. After Zong Jiu raised his hand, his hand was already stained with a thin layer of ashes, like the precipitation of something after a long time. In addition, Zong Jiu also found some unknown existence on the ground. For example, the scattered crystals after broken glass, and the blank pages that no one cares about are scattered on the wall. This is strange, because these things shouldn''t appear here, they should appear in buildings that have been abandoned for many years. When he accurately determined that there was a problem, even the lights in the stairwell became dim. Zong Jiu untied another hair loop wrapped around his arm and held the Shun Lai ballpoint pen in his hand as a temporary weapon. The lights in the corridor on the first floor were completely extinguished, and at this moment, only a cloud of darkness covered by a thick fog could be seen. He pressed his back against the wall, and under the stunned people of the barrage, not only did he not turn his head to the stairwell with lights, but slowly moved towards the depths of the corridor on the first floor. [Damn, he''s going to die? It''s all this time, running without turning around, and walking towards the dull place? ¡¿ [My God, what is Ah Jiu doing, there is not a light in the corridor, so dark, what should I do in case of an accident] [An E-level rookie, who doesn''t even have special items, dare to be so reckless? ? ? ¡¿ [Damn, don¡¯t you bring someone like that if you¡¯re looking for death...] Obviously, after Zong Jiu and the old people had a hard meal, the audience in the live broadcast room was generally not optimistic about his prospects. With such a clear level of difficulty, what is it that you give up your advantage and place your order instead of shooting yourself in the foot? Seeing a dark patch in the distance on the screen, everyone squeezed sweat for him. Zong Jiu didn''t know the thoughts of these bystanders, of course, even if he knew it, he wouldn''t care much. He leaned against the wall and walked steadily to the left of the negative first floor step by step. On the right side of the negative first floor is the confinement room, and at the end of the left side is the toilet. There is only one side of the corridor with a ward, and the other side is full of pale walls. This also facilitates Zong Jiu''s movement. The end of his straight walk is exactly where the toilet is. The youth is very cautious, and will stop after every few steps, just like a patient, agile and sensitive cheetah on the African savannah, listening to the movement in the dark with ears erected, patiently looking for their hunting opportunities. The audience in the live broadcast room was alarmed by the short journey. Zong Jiu is now completely dark in all directions, and he can only tell where he is by leaning on the wall behind him, and he can see nothing in his field of vision. But for the live broadcast effect, the images that the audience sees from the live broadcast room are the result of intelligent processing by the main system. The audience is from the perspective of God, and the main system also lights up for them intimately, so the barrage can clearly see whether there are any "good friends" suddenly appearing next to the white-haired youth, even worse than Zong Jiu''s vision. The host reacted quickly, so he added a bit of excitement, for fear that something shouldn''t come out in the next moment. [Why...I thought I would not be afraid of watching the live broadcast, but now I find that this is obviously more terrifying than my own copy! ! ¡¿ [Ah oh oh oh, this is an S-level copy. I don''t want him to die with such a beautiful face! Why is Ah Jiu so heartbroken, Wang cried out with a cry] [No, no, I have to quit the live broadcast room to save my life. If the newcomer is not dead in half an hour, then I will be back. Please remember to kick me.] [Everyone send more barrage, I am not afraid of barrage at critical moments to save my life 55555555] When his shoulder touched another hard wall, the barrage let out a collective sigh of relief. For a short stretch of road, Zong Jiu walked for almost ten minutes before finishing it. But fortunately, the road was calm, and nothing happened. However, the movements of the white-haired youth did not stop. He touched the wall at the end of the corridor with one hand, holding the pen in the other hand, and began to move longitudinally along the right-angled edge between the two walls. Until his left hand felt empty. The first one on the right at the end of the corridor on the left is the toilet. finally reached. Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to walk in, he clung to the wall, always paying attention to the surrounding movements. The darkness is still extremely quiet. From the angle where he is standing now, he can only see the faint light spots projected by the oil lamp at the corner of the corridor stairwell in the distance, and the rows of silent iron doors. It was a big mental hospital, and it was terribly silent. The barrage was confused by his behavior. [No, wait, I thought he wanted to go back to the ward to hide, but he originally wanted to go to the toilet, I really felt confused] [Are there any mistakes? What happened to this toilet last night, did he forget (panic face.jpg)] [...I see now that I finally understand, in fact, he just wants to die.] Even so, if Zong Jiu opens his personal homepage at this moment, he will find that the number of his live room has begun to skyrocket again. It''s good to be as steady as an ordinary trainee, and follow the team action, but it lacks the appreciation and fun of writing. Everyone likes to watch excitement. Zong Jiu showed enough excitement. What he played was heartbeat, which naturally attracted a large number of fans. Finally, after confirming that there was nothing turbulent around him, Zong Jiu turned and walked into the bathroom. Unlike usual, the pungent smell of disinfectant in the bathroom disappeared. Instead, there was a nauseating smell of blood. Zong Jiu roughly estimated the position in his heart, and backhand took out a small wooden box from the pocket of the hospital gown. Fortunately, the doctor only cut his shirt. If he cut his trousers as well, this thing would definitely be confiscated as a prohibited item. That Zong Jiu couldn''t wait to explore in the dark now, but should enjoy the electric chair service. His fingers flexibly drew a match from the wooden box and lighted it. The barrage exclaimed. [Fuck, what the **** is this box of matches? The mental hospital still gives patients this kind of stuff? ¡¿ ¡¾? ? ? Does anyone tell me where did he get this box of matches? Mao Mao Doubt. jpg] [Impossible, I have been following his live broadcast room, why didn''t I find that he got a match! ¡¿ The rising flames dispersed the surrounding darkness, gradually revealing the true features of the bathroom. The shining range of a small cluster of firelight is really limited, but fortunately, Zong Jiu didn''t experience the thrilling routine of a female ghost hanging upside down in front of him when he hit a match. ...Well, but it''s not much better. In front of the white-haired youth, the dirty sink was filled with a bucket of blood. The headless corpse in a hospital gown was drooping by the sink, and the blood between his fingers had long formed a black scab, looking terrible. There is no doubt that this is the corpse of the glasses that Messiah they have been unable to find. No wonder they can''t find it. After all, who would have thought that in this small psychiatric hospital, there is still a different-dimensional space that does not know the entrance. Facing such a tragic scene, Zong Jiu didn''t even blink his eyes. He even held a match and leaned over to the broken neck of the corpse by the sink to take a closer look. The matches are not long. After a while, the flame flickered and went out in the air. The white-haired youth squinted in the **** darkness. Contacting the few known original plots, he finally verified the guess in his heart. But after all, this is not a suitable place to stay for a long time, maybe you will get a different place in minutes. Zong Jiu didn''t intend to delay, but just when he turned around¡ª¡ª "Boom." A faint sound of footsteps came from behind him gently. Zong Jiu''s eyes shrank, and he held the ballpoint pen in his hand and pierced it towards that direction. His movements were very fast, and even caused a swift wind in the air. However, the opponent is faster than him. Almost the moment Zong Jiu made his move, the person in the darkness turned his palm into a knife and slashed at his wrist fiercely. This hack was merciless, and used ten percent of the strength, and it was estimated that he had been prepared long ago. One carelessly, the ballpoint pen fell. He is a practicing family. Zong Jiu came up with this information with only one fight. He endured the pain in his wrist and continued to fight the opponent. If Zong Jiu''s hand is still intact, maybe he can make two more shots. But unfortunately, his hands are not as flexible as before, so he can barely use the muscles of his arms to unload. "You are not my opponent." After a few tricks, the people in the dark suddenly made a noise. The man raised his hand with Tai Chi fist, and his rough palm easily buckled the slender wrist of the white-haired young man from the air. Zong Jiu suddenly stopped his movements. He remembered this soft, magnetic, cold voice. When I was in the horror trainee studio, this voice asked the main system under the eyes of tens of thousands of people. But from the questioning, it can be seen that the speaker is thoughtful and comprehensive, and has won a lot of valuable information for other trainees. Just when Zong Jiu wanted to answer, the mysterious person''s voice suddenly became low. "Something is coming." Not only the mysterious person, but Zong Jiu also heard the noise in the corridor in the distance. He and the other party looked at each other almost subconsciously in the dark, and then flashed into the toilet cubicle on the side at the same time. The toilet cubicle is narrow and cramped, and the place to stay is very limited, let alone stand two big men. But now the situation is critical, and they can''t take care of so much, so they have to make do with it. I quickly dropped the lock with eyesight and hands, and when the rotating lock made a slight noise in the air, the entire bathroom was silent again. Neither of them spoke, their bodies tense in the dark. "Boom¡ªBoom¡ªBoom¡ª" About three minutes later, the noise in the corridor became louder and louder. The unknown thing had reached the door of the toilet, only a few meters away from them hiding behind the door. Because of the darkness, their hearing was improved to an incredible acuity. For example, at this moment, an unknown existence appeared in Zong Jiu''s mind, with a **** ho sound in his throat, and a certain part of his body dropped to the ground, dragging a creepy rustle, and walking around. It''s not a beautiful existence when you hear it. Whether it is human or not is still unknown. "Boom¡ªBoom¡ªBoom¡ª" The sound is getting closer. Close to the distance of only one partition. There was a terrifying sound of marbles in the dark. Falling from a height to the ground, it bounced lightly, making a series of cool noises. In many folk vernaculars, the sound of marbles heralds the arrival of certain existences. At this critical juncture, Zong Jiu found that he was still as calm as ever, and it was difficult to generate fear. He even spared a bit of attention to the person hiding in the bathroom with him. Although Zong Jiu is a magician, in order to recover his hands over the years, he has often gone all over the world to seek partial methods. Since medicine and modern science couldn''t solve it, he once placed his hopes on occultism. Zong Jiu also practiced for a few years after he obtained a set of body-building qigong in a certain Taoist temple. Although the hands were not healed, the body was much stronger than before. He dared to say that unless it was those practicing family, he would never be defeated so early. But when Zong Jiu had just fought against each other, he discovered that the opponent actually knew the number of his attacks, and even used a set of more complete and same lines to fight back. If you are a trainee...unless you are a survivor who has strengthened your physical fitness. Such conditions are not many in the entire mental hospital. For example, like that Jiang Yuan who must rely on his senior status to rely on the old and sell his old, Zong Jiu made him beat him all over the ground with one hand. Coupled with the preconditions that he has never heard of the voice in this copy, thinking about it this way, the result is ready to come out. "Boom¡ª" At this moment, there was another sound outside the door. The blood ticked up from the sink, and the smell of blood became stronger. Zong Jiu could even hear the weird sound of the headless corpse being pulled by something on the ankle and dragging it across the smooth surface. The dragging sound is long and winding. When they walked outside their compartment, the sound stopped abruptly. In the dark, such stillness is far more terrifying than action. Has it been discovered? At this time, Zong Jiu was more fortunate to stand at the back of the compartment door. Even if the door is really opened, it is the mysterious person who suffers first. The next second, the light suddenly turned on, and the smell of blood disappeared. There was a chattering voice outside the door. "You said, what good is it for the Son to let us come here and check it again." A louder voice complained, "Didn''t they all these high-level guys dug the toilet three feet into the ground, didn''t they still find nothing." "Who knows. Maybe their old people just want to make others scare us again." The other person sniffed, and his voice lowered, "You said what they said this morning would not be true...that F-class really, uh, was made into a head mop, hung on On the sink?" "You just believe what they said? You have to make up stories that are more like this." The newcomer with a loud voice cursed, "Don''t tm say this, we are still checking here now, unlucky." "Okay, it''s all here, let''s go back to the ward if we just check it, they won''t know anyway." As he said, the newcomer pushed the toilet cubicle door, and said puzzledly: "Huh? Why can''t this door be opened." "Hey, is there someone going to the toilet inside? Let''s check it out. Let me reply." Zong Jiu glanced at Zhuge An, who was standing beside him, opened the door and walked out. The young man with messy white hair and suspicious redness on his face rubbed his wrist and walked straight out of the compartment. The big black-haired guy who followed him had a cold face, but his shirt was slightly embarrassed, his cuffs were slightly folded, and he looked like he had just experienced strenuous exercise. New people standing outside:? ...Two men go to the bathroom together? This dare to love, the relationship is pretty good. Chapter 13: Mental hospital The entire morning of the carpet search was sufficiently detailed, but there were still no superfluous findings, even the clues of what happened decades ago. There is a B-level old man in the team who has studied cryptography for a certain period of time. He arranges the books in the entire library, as well as clues obtained by different groups in different places, including the "pnpso" obtained in that ward. When he came to the front, he tried to rack his brains, but he couldn''t explain anything. "It stands to reason that this kind of former military base cannot fail to leave a secret report." The man took a ballpoint pen and drew circles on the white paper. "But I used several different solutions, but I couldn''t get any clues. I don''t rule out the possibility that this base has a password." Generally, when such characters appear, the first thing that comes to mind is password-related, especially under the premise that there is a military base. [It¡¯s strange, why can¡¯t it be solved all the time? Is it because there is a different metaphor for this string of letters? ¡¿ [I am also curious about this. However, I still think the possibility that this is a string of passwords is too high. I don¡¯t know if you have noticed it. There is a whole shelf on the bookshelf over there that is full of books related to this aspect. Maybe Shengzi and the others have also discovered this. That¡¯s why I tried to use a password to solve it] "Aren''t there any ciphers that require keys like Virginia cipher in classical cryptography?" Messiah thoughtfully, "Stop first. Either we are in the wrong direction, or we are missing a key clue." He Jianlan, who stood by, frowned deeply. It''s almost noon now, and their carpet search still hasn''t gained much. Everything was the same as last night. I was stuck at a certain moment and couldn''t move forward. If this goes on, it will be a dazzling delay. However, what they lack most is time, and what they can''t waste is time. If there are no more clues, after dinner tonight at the latest, you will have to take the initiative to attack regardless of loss. Just as He Jianlan was thinking, suddenly a series of rapid footsteps came from far and near from outside the door. He got up from his seat and made his way to the door. "Holy, Lord Son." A C-level trainee who ran up from downstairs stood at the door of the library, bent over and panted, "Something happened!" #### When Messiah brought the people who stayed in the library to the scene of the incident, some people were already surrounded. The old people and the newcomers talked in low voices, with undisguised expressions of horror on their faces. Seeing the blond son coming over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they were given a reassurance. "Holy Son." "Great, Master Shengzi has finally come." ...... Messiah nodded towards the crowd, and walked into the path formed by the crowd spontaneously dispersed. This is the stairwell on the first floor. People were stuck at the stairs leading to the second floor, and looked down one by one with their heads. They had just reached out a little and withdrew back quickly as if they were afraid of being assimilated by the deep darkness. The stairs leading to the second floor are very shabby, not only shabby, but it seems too dark to prevent them from prying eyes, and there is not even a light. Messiah tilted his head to look deeper into the second floor. Not only is there no light in the stairwell, even the entire corridor on the second floor is dark. No one knows what terrible existence is hidden in the darkness like this. "what happened?" As he walked, he looked at Qin Ye who was in charge of this area. Qin Ye: "I took them one by one in the ward on the first floor to check if there was any missing information, and then suddenly a newcomer came over here to report, saying that he heard a strange noise in the stairwell, and I brought someone over. " The blond son raised his hand and motioned for everyone to be quiet. Everyone was silent. At first everyone didn''t hear anything, but gradually, after about a minute of silence, everyone heard the weird rustling noise. The sound was strange, there was no rhythm to follow, and it was like the sore teeth of something sharp on the iron plate, which made the goose bumps and the hair stand upright. Barrage twitter discussion. [This copy is really too peaceful, and it was noon the next day that I hadn''t even explored the entire mental hospital. Obviously the conditions are so good, the medical staff are nowhere to be seen during the day] [The main reason is that Shengzi''s organization is too strong. Change to other dungeons, the old people are all thorns, and no one is convinced, so the probability of being single is high, and there are many accidents] [Indeed, looking at this dungeon, one of you died alone in the toilet. At other times, everyone would act in groups, and there was no sense of anticipation at all. You only need to execute the orders of the son without thinking.] [Don¡¯t worry, if they don¡¯t have more clues, then I¡¯m afraid they have to go down to the second floor if they don¡¯t want to] He Jianlan''s eyes were full of shock that could not be concealed, "Is there a living thing under this?" "No, it doesn''t have to be a living thing." Qin also said, "it could also be something else." They unanimously looked at Meng Tianlu, who was standing aside, closing their eyes and concentrating. Last time on the negative second floor, Meng Tianlu tried to let go of perception, but he passed out in a coma. Being in a coma means that the spiritual power of the psychic is all taken out, and the feeling that the brain seems to be extremely dry is uncomfortable as if someone is holding a handful of sawtooths and grinding on the top of the head, and the next few days will not be relieved. Fortunately, Meng Tianlu did not encounter such an emergency in a single person. Because the overdraft of the spiritual power of the psychic is a terrible thing, a terrible tragedy happened in an S-level copy of "Evil Spirit Ancient Well". Shortly after entering the copy, a high-level psychic inadvertently linked to the most terrifying existence in that copy. At that moment on the link, the spiritual power of the high-level psychic was exhausted, and the evil spirit took advantage of the situation and invaded the body of the psychic. Finally, none of the three teams that entered the S-level dungeon was spared, and they were defeated. It was still unknown how many years later, when this dungeon was restarted, latecomers found the diary of the last survivor who opened the dungeon in the dungeon, and only then learned about such a terrifying past. "I don''t perceive anything right now, and it may be because of the wear and tear of last night...I haven''t recovered for the time being." Seeing the darkness on the second floor, Meng Tianlu had no idea. "I will try, and if it is not right, I will stun me immediately." There is really no way, the entire copy is just his psychic, although it is only an intermediate psychic, but now he can only catch the duck on the shelf. Meng Tianlu opened his eyes wide, trying hard to ignore the Waterloo he encountered here last night, and was about to explore his mental power again. "and many more." The Messiah suddenly interrupted his perception, "Just put the rope, we need information now." The rope mentioned by Messiah is a special prop of He Jianlan. It is wrong to say that it is a rope. The full name of the item is called a knotted lasso, which is a B-level item obtained by He Jianlan in a B-level copy. Its use is very simple and extensive, it can attack, defend, and even detect. It is also the basis of He Jianlan''s high B-level evaluation. Relying on this powerful prop, other old people have to give him a bit of face. He Jianlan hesitated: "Will it..." "No," said Messiah, "I am here." The blond son had already held the high priest''s staff in his hand. A few fresh green leaves hung from the dead wood-like branches, and a light golden halo appeared in the dim corridor, which looked quite reassuring. Now that Messiah had taken out the S-level props, He Jianlan would naturally not twitch. He simply took out his noose, and with the cooperation of Meng Tianlu, he slowly let it down from the gap between the stairs. A circle of people surrounded this place, and everyone was staring nervously at the place where the rope was hanging down. He Jianlan''s noose lasso has an ability setting that must be tied to something. This is the decision. As long as the rope is taken out and put down, it will automatically be tied to something and then dragged up by them. Hmm...it''s not known whether a person is a ghost or not. In general, it is still very risky. If in the usual way, He Jianlan would never take such a risk. But the Messiah has already taken out the high priest''s rod, so there is no significance for risk assessment, just go straight to it. Zong Jiu, who came out of the bathroom, saw this scene and glanced sideways. Sheng Yu, who happened to be looking for him and couldn''t find it, hurriedly walked downstairs, seeing the person behind the crowd suddenly brightened his eyes, "Brother Nine!" It is estimated that the high school student has been looking for him for a long time, and his voice was uncontrollable. All the people around the stairs heard such a shout. Brother Nine? They turned their heads one after another, just in time to see the white-haired youth standing there with a smile. It''s okay to stand there, what''s the one standing behind him. The black-haired man''s eyes looked like cold pools, and his whole body, as always, carried the indifference that the whole world owed him millions. Let alone other people, even the audience in the Messiah live broadcast room was shocked. [Damn it, how long has it been, why did this white-haired beauty hug the thigh of Zhuge? ¡¿ [Let¡¯s just say, who would be so stupid to refuse the invitation of the Son, and quit the team directly, ah, it turned out to have been prepared for a seamless connection] [Actually, it is reasonable. They guessed here before and said that this white hair and that F-class are inner ghosts. In fact, I think this white hair and Zhuge An are more like two people] [Awesome, good-looking people are different, even looking for two are S-level bosses, I''m sour into a lemon] The barrage can be seen, there is no reason other trainees can''t see it. In the past two days, Zhuge hasn''t seen the head and tail of the dragon. Except when he was eating, he didn''t know where the people were. The gods were mysterious. This time it was outside the restaurant, and they saw this NO.3 for the first time. What is even more frightening is that the boss still seems to know Zong Jiu, at least if he doesn''t know each other at all, it can be easily seen from his demeanor and demeanor that the atmosphere between them is rather harmonious. Zong Jiu was completely unaffected by this atmosphere. He casually nodded towards Sheng Yu, "What''s the matter?" From a distance, Sheng Yu was crying, "Brother Nine, I came downstairs to chase you, but I didn''t find you several times back and forth." Zong Jiu glanced at the suddenly tight rope in the stairwell, "Really? Thank you for being willing to believe me." "Senior He, the rope moved!" He Jianlan was about to speak, but when he looked back, he found the pulling of the rope in his hand. So he turned his head again, hurriedly pulling with others. Sheng Yu struggling through the crowd, during which time he got some contempt and repulsive glances from the newcomers. Also, he and Zong Jiu are now the inner ghosts that they have stamped and certified, they are equivalent to the rat **** in the stinking ditch, no matter whether they are wronged or not, they will not dare to approach them. "Brother Nine, is this...?" Just as Sheng Yu saw Zhuge An and wanted to ask Zong Jiu quietly, the white-haired young man suddenly patted him on the shoulder, speaking earnestly. "Xiao Sheng, I have a task to give you." This was the first time that Zong Jiu called Sheng Yu so seriously. The high school student suddenly felt like he was beaten up, "Brother Nine, you say!" Zong Jiu pointed behind his back, "Go over and see what they are doing." "But..." Sheng Yu was a little frustrated, "They see me avoiding like a snake and scorpion now." "Don''t be afraid, they are messing with you now, you just have to squeeze inside, take a quiet look, and figure out what happened." The white-haired young man curled his eyebrows, "Didn''t you say you want to mix with me? I have found a new thigh for you now." Hearing this, Xin Thigh glanced coldly at them who were whispering. "I''m going to negotiate terms with him now, you go to find out the news, and we will meet again when we have lunch." Perhaps these words reminded Sheng Yu of their current situation. So the high school student plucked up the courage, stood up and saluted, "Okay." "I will take care of the things that Brother Nine confessed to me!" "Energetic, so good." Zong Jiu exaggerated without sincerity, and finally looked at the person over there who had already begun to pull up the rope together. Together with Zhuge An, he turned into the nearby ward one after another. "Boom¡ª" The door of the ward was gently closed. In the silent air, the black-haired man suddenly sneered, "Negotiation?" The barrages in the two live broadcast rooms were brushed out one by one. [Collision of E-Class and S-Class! Why am I so excited! ¡¿ [No, in what mood did this white-haired beauty say this?] [Wow, when you enter the door, you have an equal aura. It feels like a sword is drawn, and I feel that this conversation may not go smoothly] Indeed, an E-level, so vowed to negotiate terms with NO.3, is too confident. Zong Jiu''s expression was calm, "What? Does Lord Zhuge still have extra clues now?" "If there are extra clues, your Excellency wouldn''t be sneaking after me behind my back, right?" Zhuge did not speak secretly. Although the surface of the other party was dripping water, Zong Jiu didn''t care, but went on on his own, "Unfortunately, I happen to have a clue that you want to know. ¡ª¡ªThe clue about the S-level props in the operating room, Isn''t it?" That''s right, Zong Jiu would rather choose to leave the team early than reveal the S-level clues to others, because he wants to use this news as his biggest trump card. After all, this clue is not only related to the S-level props, but also closely related to the main line of this dungeon. If this clue is lost, the future development of the copy is still unknown. With this trump card, Zong Jiu is equivalent to owning a life-saving talisman. Before he revealed the news, or before other people got the same clue from Dr. Chu, he could hold this trump card to negotiate terms with anyone else, with full confidence and no fear. For example, now, Zong Jiu has approached Zhuge An. Zhuge squinted his eyes secretly, "You are confident." "Aren''t you afraid that I would use other means to force you to tell the clues?" "No, you won''t." The white-haired youth shook his head affirmatively. This is the information Zong Jiu derived from the original plot. At the beginning of the original copy, a chapter of the perspective was given to Zhuge An. It was through this chapter that Zong Jiu was able to know that the identity card the other party had obtained was a normal card. Of course, besides... he also learned some of the personality traits of this big Zhuge by taking advantage of the plot. For example, arrogant and arrogant, perverse and upright. These personality traits were written out by Zong Jiu from the memories of the plot a little bit, and turned into today''s determination. Zhuge glanced at Zong Jiu deeply. Yes, he really wouldn''t do the intimidating and enticing things that he had just assumed. It''s not impossible. After all, an S-class wanted to deal with an E-class. To be exaggerated, Zhuge still kept his hands secretly when he was in the bathroom. Because the physical quality of ordinary people and S-levels is not on the same physical level, the former is ordinary people, and the latter may be special soldiers who have experienced physical strengthening. Therefore, it is not impossible, but disdain. He was disdainful of using such nasty methods. Seeing that Zhuge hadn''t spoken secretly, Zong Jiu knew that he was probably betting right. The smile on the gray-haired young man¡¯s face widened, and he stretched out his hand to fully express his friendly attitude. Of course, his friendliness is limited to profitability. "How about a happy cooperation?" "It''s nice to test me?" The black-haired man squinted at him, his lips raised sarcastically, "You are a bit more interesting than the ignorant creatures with average single-cell brains outside." As he said, he stretched out his half finger symbolically, shook it briefly, and then touched it with disgust, as if contact with mortals like Zong Jiu was already his greatest blessing. Zong Jiu: "......?" He really wanted to ask the big guy, are you still in the second phase? You are beautiful and beautiful when you don''t talk. Why do you beg so when you speak. Although the partnership was concluded, the atmosphere in the ward fell silent again because of Zhuge An''s words. In order to alleviate the embarrassing atmosphere, Zong Jiu decided to say something to him. "What the big guy said is, after all, your name is very smart when you hear it, Zhuge Liang." Chapter 14: Mental hospital As soon as the cold joke was finished, the ward fell into a more silent and dead silence. Zong Jiu realized afterwards that his own cold joke seemed to really push the air to a colder place again. So he quickly remedied: "This is the meaning of praise, not derogatory, not ironic." ¡¾......¡¿ ¡¾......¡¿ The barrage produced a series of "...", and the audience seemed to be confused by this endless sentence. [No, can anyone tell me who Zhuge Liang is? He is famous? ¡¿ ¡¾I want to ask this question, too......¡¿ [But looking at the tone of this E-level, it doesn''t seem to be fake, do you know that Zhuge Liang? ¡¿ [I don¡¯t know, I¡¯ve never heard of it, but it¡¯s so strange, why does it sound so familiar] As soon as this barrage came out, it immediately resonated with many people. ¡¾Ear familiar +1¡¿ [Familiar +10086, I even think this name is very clever? But I¡¯m sure I¡¯ve never heard of the name] Everyone looked dumbfounded. Tens of thousands of barrage appeared in the two people''s live broadcast room, and none of them knew the person named "Zhuge Liang" in Zong Jiu''s mouth. Not only the barrage, even the black-haired man glanced at him obliquely, with a sense of inquiry. "Who is Zhuge Liang?" The white-haired youth blinked, "The word "Kong Ming" Wolong, the prime minister of Shu during the Three Kingdoms period." Seeing Zhuge''s dark eyebrows twisted, Zong Jiu suddenly realized that he was a book wearer. But it''s not right to think about it. Even if he wears books, is it possible that these people in front of him were not people in the real world? As long as people in the real world don''t know Zhuge Liang, right? Besides, there are also many history-related copies in the infinite loop, among them are the survivors who practice Qimen Dunjia, how could they know nothing about Zhuge Liang. There must be some information that Zong Jiu didn''t know. Ask or not? The white-haired young man was silent for a while, and decided to take a risk. "......Are you Chinese?" Although the black-haired man has a deep face, he can see that he looks like an Asian. In addition to Zhuge''s surname, it is really difficult for people to guess in the direction of foreigners. Chinese people. Zhuge raised his eyes secretly, and for the first time there was a change with obvious emotional clues on Gu Jing Wubo''s face. The next second, the man suddenly raised his hand. His vigorous and powerful hands hung up in the air, with five fingers forming claws, as if to gather invisible air into his palm. Two double fish lines, one white and one black, appeared on the palm of his hand, forming a huge picture of Tai Chi and two rituals. Not only that, countless black stripes of varying lengths also appeared out of thin air, combining them into eight different trigrams floating around the Tai Chi two instruments, forming the momentum of the stars holding the moon, slowly rotating and wandering. Against the background of the pale ward, this scene seemed particularly illusory and shocking. The barrage in the live broadcast room blew up. [Fuck me, why is there no one on the screen] [Why suddenly two people disappeared in the ward, dumbfounded.jpg] [It should be Zhuge''s S-level props, so curious, what kind of dialogue is it? So guarded] ¡¾what! It is the legendary S-level item! I haven''t figured out its use so far, it is said to be quite versatile? ¡¿ [Yes, this item was obtained from the S-level dungeon "Feng Shen Yanyi". At that time, the dungeon seemed to have only come back alive by Dao Zhuge] ...... Zong Jiu''s pupils shrank. There is no doubt that this Tai Chi gossip plate should be Zhuge An''s trump card, and it is also the place where other old people are most afraid of him except for his city mansion and strategy. To be able to reach a high position like NO.3, 100% is an S-level item that has not gone. Could it be that he said something that shouldn''t be said, making people temporarily retorted and intends to do it directly? Otherwise, how do you explain that they were chatting, and the big man suddenly took out his ace props at the bottom of the box and started it? Zong Jiubai was puzzled. Unexpectedly, only a shallow halo appeared in the Tai Chi Eight Diagrams. This light-colored halo firmly enveloped the two people in hospital gowns. In just an instant, Zong Jiu had the illusion of being isolated from the world. Just like the ward around the body, although it is still that ward, it looks different. Zong Jiu cautiously asked, "Is this some kind of method of isolating space?" Zhuge glanced at him with a slightly admiration, and said in a deep voice: "Heaven and earth are positioned, mountains and mountains are ventilated, thunder and wind are thin, water and fire do not match each other. The gossip is wrong, the one who knows the past goes smoothly, the one who knows the comer is inverse, so it is easy to reverse the number. Also. Of course, the current hexagram disturbs the number of life, naturally not within the five elements." Zong Jiu: "Can you speak Mandarin?" The black-haired man retracted his eyes and said coldly, "You only need to know that the barrage cannot see the live broadcast now." "Then now, tell me carefully," Zhuge pursed his dark lips lightly, his expression did not seem to be false, "What are the "Zhuge Liang" and "China" you just mentioned...what are they?" Zong Jiu: "......?" He slowly typed a question mark. #### In the stairwell on the other side, with the help of Qin Ye, He Jianlan''s rope slowly pulled to the end. [I''m so nervous, what do you think it is going to be? [In case there is a high energy ahead, I can only help my seniors to help me block it, I will jump to the five-minute video before woouuuuuuuuuuuuu [I''m so anxious to see that they can''t find new clues all the time. This dungeon shows that the difficulty is so high, and it won''t be the first round of selection to have a group annihilation ending (except for the two S-level bosses) [Keep anxious +1, I''m afraid they can''t find the key clues, and then the dungeon will open the big cleanup mode on the last day as usual. That way, unless there are S-level props, they will all play] Everyone stood aside, their bodies tight. The rod of the high priest in Messiah''s hand also glowed in the cold air, always on guard for the existence of the end of the rope. Almost the moment He Jianlan put the rope down, the rope was tied to something. But no one is sure what they are pulling up. Slowly, the thick panting sound approached with the swing of the rope, as if something was holding back pain and breathing desperately. He Jianlan took the time to help his glasses: "It should be a living person." They watched nervously at the top of the stairs until they were dragged up with a pale face. The psychic did not issue a warning, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief, relieved to look at it. The face turned white, his mouth was only breathing intermittently, his chest was faintly undulating, and most of his body was hung in the dark bottomless stairwell below. Fortunately, people still have impressions of this face. It was the E-class newcomer who broke down in the restaurant this morning, yelled at the head nurse, and rushed out. Seeing his half-dead appearance, many of the F-classes who were lower than the E-class had their legs weakened, and their faces were earthy in fright. "Don''t bring people up completely, just in case..." He Jianlan didn''t finish speaking, but all the old people understood what he meant, and they chose to acquiesce. In an infinite loop, there are not those survivors who are replaced by non-human beings after being alone. What''s more, the opponent is still an insignificant E-Class, and no one on the scene knows his character and details. Jiang Yuan took the water and poured it on the top of the E-class rookie''s head, kicking the sunken cheek with his shoe upper. "Hey, wake up." The icy cold water poured down, and the stimulus made the newcomer who turned white eyes suddenly excited, "Wow--" he vomited a large mouthful of blood from his chest, completely lost the spirit of mental breakdown when questioning the head nurse at that time. Jiang Yuan was evasive for a while, and his legs were sprayed straight. "Fuck, you **** bullshit!" The smelly red blood was mixed with saliva and saliva, hanging strands in the air, emitting an unpleasant stench. Jiang Yuan''s expression was distorted with anger, and he was about to step forward and step on his foot, but He Jianlan pulled him back a few steps. Messiah''s low expression has improved. He glanced at Jiang Yuan warningly, and the rod of the high priest in his hand suddenly emitted golden-green rays of light wrapped in dots of light. In an instant, these points of light and light fell on the head of the man who was half-lengthened in the stairwell. Almost visible to the naked eye, the newcomer''s original pale and paper complexion was also a little more bloody, at least it didn''t look like a cold corpse that was rushed to the morgue, and finally there was a bit of alive anger. As soon as the consciousness returned, the newcomer panted heavily, his lips trembled, and his face was stained with deep bone marrow fear. "Don''t worry, take your time. If it is difficult to speak for now, you can say it word by word, or you can just do the action directly." The S-level props held by the Blond Son continue to function, and the tone is soft and soothing, "I ask you a question, and you can answer or respond to it. During this period, I will not interrupt the treatment of you." There was a grateful light in the newcomer''s eyes. Messiah asked in a low voice, "What''s on the second floor?" In an instant, the look in the eyes of the E-class rookie was immediately replaced by panic. He ignored the blood he had just vomited on the ground, his head shook his head frantically like a rattle, his teeth trembled, and the entire facial muscles were convulsed because of extreme fear, and he couldn''t say a word. Although it has long been known that there is something on the negative second floor, this kind of reaction is still unexpected. He Jianlan stared closely at the newcomer''s facial expression, trying to find the slightest flaw in it. Unfortunately not. This question cannot be asked. Messiah feels a little regretful, but he didn''t force it. "Then, next question, is there anyone down there?" The rookie''s frantic shaking of his head stopped, he hesitated and nodded. The old people exchanged glances with each other. As of now, after entering the operating room on the first floor, they have only left the projectile place on the negative second floor that has not been explored. Vincent disappeared mysteriously after entering the dungeon, and now all the clues point to the negative second floor, except for the negative second floor, he has nowhere to go. This answer from the E-level rookie happened to verify the answer that everyone had guessed. But they couldn''t figure out why Vincent would not come up all the time. As a half-vampire, if you want to talk about the survival ability in the horror copy, the A-level Vincent is even stronger than the S-level Son. After all, his physique is also Yin, and ghosts are also Yin. Generally, non-human beings in the dungeon will tend to get rid of the obnoxious human beings of Yang, and then slowly grind with their kind. This is also represented by Vincent, a group of members of the dark night team has always been emboldened. As long as their team has determined that the current copy is a ghost copy, they will generally take advantage of this advantage to take the initiative to attack. Now Vincent has not seen anyone, either dead, or simply stuck underneath and unable to get up. In either case, it is very open to discussion. "Then do you know whether he is alive or dead?" Messiah paused, and was about to dig out more news, only to see that the newcomer suddenly began to struggle violently. His pupils were filled with pleading tears, and he made a hoarse and harsh sound like an old blower, "Help...help..." He Jianlan was shocked, "No, there is something underneath that is talking to him!" Almost at the same time, Qin grabbed the rope that was moving backwards, and in a moment, the veins of his stout arm burst. All the other people watched it for a moment. Qin Ye''s ability was blessed by the werewolf, and his power was infinite. Even he showed a strenuous expression, which shows how powerful the force against him is. The face of the newcomer became more and more painful, his arm rubbed against the cold and hard cement, dragging a shocking blood stain, and a lot of scraped away dander, cold and pale. Anyone can see that the result of such a stalemate must be bad. But looking at the newcomer''s pleading eyes, no one could say the word "let go". Just when the blond son looked unbearable and was about to make a decision, the strength from below suddenly increased. The newcomer''s pale face was immediately unremarkable, and "swish--" suddenly disappeared in the dark stairwell. Qin couldn''t help being dragged by the force. "Stab!" There was a creepy sound of cracks in the corridor. Qin also shrank his pupils and let go of his hand subconsciously. There was a heavy sound of heavy objects falling under the empty corridor. No one speaks. Old people are either accustomed to life and death indifferent, or they just look on the sidelines. Like Messiah, who immediately crossed his chest and prayed in a low voice, he was really the only one in the entire infinite loop. The newcomers turned their backs and retched. Fortunately, they did not face the terrible scene. In a short day, these newcomers have experienced **** scenes that I don''t know how many have never experienced before. Even the rich newcomer who had just started to enter this copy and clamored in front of the Messiah about how much he would spend to hire him as a bodyguard had long recognized this cold fact, shrank in the corner and shivered, and his glasses stared like brass bells. "Ugh." He Jianlan was silent for a moment, then pulled the noose back up and put it away. The special props will not be contaminated with dust, even if a person just put it on and was torn alive, the lasso is still smooth as before, leaving no trace. The old people knew in their hearts that their efforts just now were in vain. Now the clues have entered a dead end. Although He Jianlan is full of confidence in the random mission released by the main system, but only if he has the opportunity to survive in this infinite difficulty approaching S-level dungeon, can Zong Jiu and Sheng Yu be separated. Write the name on the whiteboard. Since this method does not work, the only way is - "Go to lunch first." Messiah stopped praying, "After the lunch break, I will lead a small team to the second floor to take a look." at last. This moment finally came. The trainees watch their noses and their hearts. Regarding this topic, Messiah chose to be frank and honest: "I know that everyone does not want to be in danger. But since the start of this dungeon, we have been operating in groups and have never experienced any dangerous challenges. This has led to the possibility that we may settle in the dungeon. Time scores are not very optimistic, and there is even a risk of dropping. Of course, if I really don¡¯t want to go, I will naturally not force it, but if there is ambition, trainees who want to rank higher after the end of the transcript are welcome to take a lunch break. Come and find me privately." When the Son said that, some people''s minds became more active. Everyone knows the ability of Messiah. Following such a treatment, safety can be said to be guaranteed to the greatest extent. After passing this village, there will be no such shop. Everyone went upstairs in silence, each with their own thoughts. Jiang Yuan, who was walking behind, noticed the high school student who was going to sneak away behind the team. He glanced at Sheng Yu''s back and said viciously: "Okay, this inner ghost dare to come to us to find out the news!" The previous confrontation with Zong Jiu almost completely lost Jiang Yuan''s face. Although his complexion was not obvious just now, he clearly saw a few newcomers talking in private, which made Jiang Yuan angry even more. No, he must find a way to get the place back. So after confirming that the Messiah had gone upstairs, Jiang Yuan whispered to several newcomers: "You are here to guard, and you will come up again when you see the E-class and F-class come out. If you have any news and intelligence, please contact me at any time. report." How dare the newcomers defy a C-level? Jiang Yuan nodded in satisfaction, and left without looking back. Chapter 15: Mental hospital Zong Jiu felt that this world was truly magical and realistic. He just chatted about Zhuge Liang''s affairs with the other party casually, and talked a few other words against the sky, and the other party found out that he didn''t know much information. Zong Jiu thinks that he is still conservative and cautious step by step, but the other party''s problems are more tricky. In order to show the sincerity of cooperation, he also asked for others, so he couldn''t just keep talking. For a time, the ward was caught in a dilemma. Zhuge glanced at Zong Jiu with a blank face, and did not say anything to break through, but dropped a deep-water fish/mine directly and concisely. "I''m very curious, you didn''t enter the infinite loop through the normal way, did you hide it from the main system like this?" The white-haired young man''s eyelids twitched, and there was an inexplicable premonition in his heart. The man''s eyes were sharp, scanning Zong Jiu like X-rays, "What is it, a dungeon? Are you a smart npc of an S-level dungeon? Smuggling by stealing houses like the evil spirit ancient well?" ? ? ? Can you see this too? Zong Jiu felt that if he said it, it wouldn''t make much difference, maybe the two yin and yang fishes surrounding them would have to greet him. "No, it''s impossible." Before Zong Jiu could speak, Zhuge secretly overturned his guess, "If you are yin, it is impossible for Gan Dui Li Zhen Si Gua to react without the slightest response." "The main system will not allow the existence of the soul to be replaced. This is unreasonable. And since you exist... you must come directly from the real world to an infinite loop. It has not been filtered, and it is more like an instant. Transfer." "More importantly¡ªyou seem to know me well." Zong Jiu: "..." He talked to the other party for five thousand years in China. In addition to the biggest secret of wearing a book, the other party almost stripped off his underwear. Danger, Zong Jiuwei. He also wanted to struggle hard, "Why do you say that?" "Because you still remember and can tell something about the real world." Zhuge gave him a deep glance: "Survivors who come to the infinite loop will be shielded from the memory of the real world." "Shielding means that you remember all the relevant memories that you used to be in the real world, but it will exist in the deepest part of your mind. No matter what you are thinking or doing, you will never actively think of it. You cannot express it in words. The passage of time is gradually forgotten." "It is not all that is blocked. The knowledge learned in the real world will not be forgotten. Only the knowledge that [I have lived in the real world] is obscured. Other memories can only be remembered when allowed. Like Zhuge Liang and China you just mentioned, if this copy has clues to these two terms, my memory should be unobstructed. The main system will only open part of the memory when there are preconditions and exposure to conditions." This is probably Zhuge secretly said the longest sentence. His voice was slow and cold, and the moral behind it was creepy. If the memories of the survivors about the real world are blocked, over time, these survivors who enter the infinite loop from reality will not actively remember where they came from. It''s like they were born to be survivors. Zong Jiu squinted his eyes. He finally knew what he felt when he recalled the plot of the original text. As mentioned in the original text, there is no way to return to the real world in an infinite loop. For example, this time the thriller trainee''s reward for the C-position debut is a universal wish ticket, but in the perspective description that Zong Jiu saw in the article in the previous period, none of the trainees wanted to use this ticket to redeem the opportunity to return to reality. It turns out...it''s not that the real world after wearing the book has also changed, but that these survivors, under a certain higher will, are forced to change their perceptions. The main system puts a lock on everyone''s head, and everyone is trapped inside and cannot escape. Zong Jiu smiled, "Then why do you remember?" Zhuge didn''t speak secretly, but looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze instead. The black-haired man crossed his fingers and stared at the white-haired youth unblinkingly. I don''t know if it was Zong Jiu''s illusion. He felt that after such a conversation, Zhuge dark, who was still indifferent just now, suddenly his eyes lightened slightly. "You need to show your value." He did not continue the topic just now, but said lightly: "If your speech makes me feel that IQ is insulted, it will be possible to terminate the alliance at any time." Zong Jiu took back the illusion: "Although you shook hands with me just now, you didn''t express your position. As expected, you didn''t intend to really cooperate, but you wanted to talk from me under the guise of cooperation." "Soldiers never tire of deceit." Good guy, this man still holds grudges. "Besides, you don''t have the same idea." Upon hearing this, Zong Jiu smirked. "Have you learned emotion control?" Seeing the white-haired youth''s expression, Zhuge raised his eyebrows secretly, "There is no need to be so defensive. If I really want to do something, you won''t stand here, relax." Anyhow, now it''s honest and frank, Zong Jiu had to pinch his nose to admit it, "Okay, do it, I''m unlucky when I get on the thief ship, and I accept my fate." Zong Jiu vowed that after he finished saying this, he saw a faint smile on Zhuge''s dark face. "I guess...you can''t solve the S-level clue you got from Dr. Chu right now." Obviously it is the beginning of the speculation, but the tone of the black-haired man is very certain, as if he did not consider that he might make a mistake, "Because you lack key information." Anyway, I was on the thief ship, and Zong Jiu didn''t care anymore. After weighing the pros and cons, Zhuge An will indeed be his only breakthrough. He could see it, even if there was no clue from the doctor, Zhuge An might not be able to infer the result by himself through other clues. Even if he tells the other party, he just advances the process. The ability of no.3 has gone up, and he doesn''t need a little E-class to worry about. "Between three and four, is there an integer?" Zhuge repeated these words secretly, frowning. "Pnpso is a string of passwords, undoubtedly the most representative Virginia password. Don''t ask why, I am too lazy to explain this process to you, you only need to know the result... it needs Key, but now it lacks the necessary key." Many classical ciphers require keys to be unlocked. Such a password is divided into three parts, "ciphertext", "key" and "original text". They now know that pnpso is ciphertext, and as long as they know the key, they can know the original text. As soon as the reasoning started, no.3, which was originally full of the breath of repelling people from thousands of miles away, began to talk to himself, without the slightest noble and cold breath before, walking around in the ward, like a babble. "There are a total of more than 3,000 books in the library. If you search carefully, you can get an inference of the current age based on the page number table. Only one book has traces of torn, which happens to be the thirty-fourth. Page. More coincidentally, that book should not appear in this era, because it is a book on superstring theory. The ice cone frontal lobe resection was abolished on a large scale in 1970, and string theory was put forward. In 1968, superstring theory will only be later. Yes, that''s right, that''s it." I have to say, I really have to applaud the big guys. Thinking that he was able to get the information obtained from an S-level single operation for more than a day based on a clue that didn''t have much clue, Zong Jiu felt that he was making a profit without losing money. Halfway through, the chattering Zhuge turned his head back suddenly, "I have already got the answer to this dungeon. If I want to, I can quit the dungeon and pass the level directly." Zong Jiu: "..." "You have turned your hole cards, but I have more clues than you." Zhuge said secretly, "You showed your value, so¡ªthe last question." "If you gave me a satisfactory answer, as a thank you, I can tell you the remaining clues." The young man in white folded his arms: "You ask." "Who do you think is the inner ghost who took a different ID card?" Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, "He will come and knock on the door soon." The appreciation in the eyes of the black-haired man grew stronger, and he readily fulfilled his promise. "Since you also premeditatedly left the Messiah''s team and entered a different space, then you should know that there are two different spaces that do not interfere with each other in this S-level copy." "The three and four of the S-level clues are not simply three and four, but refer to three-dimensional and four-dimensional spaces." The hurricane rolled up from the floor of the ward. "You are exactly the same as the prophecy, Zong Jiu." He withdrew his hand, and the Tai Chi Bagua Chart suspended in the air immediately began to dissipate. Zhuge cast his eyes down, "The last piece of advice. Be careful alone." "I''m not sure if he is in this copy, but he must be your fateful enemy." Zong Jiu: "Who?" "No.1." Zhuge said secretly. "No one knows his name, we usually call him-the devil." "Is this also the prophecy in your mouth?" The white-haired young man smiled, "Magicians never believe in prophecies." In the last second before the gossip picture dissipated, Zhuge also seemed to smile secretly. "You will come to me again. The future after the spindle of destiny is fulfilled." At the same time, all the trainees who were in the psychiatric hospital dungeon received a cold system prompt. [S-level trainee Zhuge dark. Cleared] The next second, there was a knock on the door of the room. The face of the high school student appeared outside the thick glass window, knocking on the door and shouting at Brother Jiu, looking anxious. It''s not a loss for one clue to exchange so many things. Zong Jiu stood there, pressed his emotions, turned and walked over. Chapter 16: Mental hospital In the dining room, the blond son is calling all the teams that are searching in the mental hospital to sort out all the information now obtained. After the cold system prompt appeared, everyone''s actions were all stopped. [S-level trainee Zhuge dark. Cleared] No one can describe the mood of the rest of the trainees in the mental hospital after hearing this system prompt. Probably everyone is dumbfounded. Let alone trainees, even the live broadcast room from the perspective of God was equally shocked to the audience. [Fuck, no, how did Mr. Zhuge know the answer? What happened in those tens of minutes? ¡¿ [They just disappeared out of thin air, and then the boss of Zhuge announced that they had cleared the customs, I was full of black question marks] [Wait, wait, me? ? ? ? ? I slowly knelt down, and I really knelt. It was not halfway through the next day. The difficulty was close to the level of S! ! ¡¿ [You are not alone upstairs, I am also kneeling and watching the live broadcast... absolutely] [Did you change a group of people in the infinite loop? Think about what the boss Zhuge did in the "Curse Mask", you will think that this fast clearance is nothing, otherwise you think the boss No.3 was picked up for nothing? ¡¿ [But don¡¯t the main missions have to stay long enough? Is it a special situation? ¡¿ "Zhuge secretly cleared the level?!" After a moment of silence, everyone whispered in disbelief, and there was a violent discussion. At this time, Qin also happened to bring up all the search teams on the negative first floor. "The two newcomers got new information in the bathroom not long ago." He pointed to the two newcomers standing behind him, "Speak to Master Shengzi." "Holy, Lord Son." Facing No.7, the newcomer with a bit of a loud voice was obviously very nervous and hesitated when he spoke. "Don''t be afraid." Messiah said softly, "just tell me the information you have." "Just now, Xu Wenji and I searched the toilet on the first floor." The newcomer tried to straighten his tongue, "Then we found that the door of a toilet cubicle could not be opened... Just when we wanted to go over and push the door, the door suddenly opened. The black-haired S-class and that The beautiful E-Class came out of it together." Two big men are hiding secretly in the toilet, or in the cramped toilet cubicle, what else can they do? Many people showed meaningful expressions. Messiah frowned, "Okay, thanks for your hard work." It sounds like nothing more than a small thing, but combined with the system prompts just now, the deep meaning behind it is not the same. "When I was just in the stairwell, didn''t Zhuge An and the white-haired Class E walk together?" He Jianlan stared at his vague reflection in the spoon: "The white hair must have told Zhuge An about the clue of the S-level prop on his hand, otherwise he would not be able to clear the dungeon so quickly." If Zhuge An had the ability to escape from the dungeon alone, he would have cleared the level early and it would not be possible to delay it until now. "In my opinion, the top priority now is to get the E-Class back." Jiang Yuan said viciously from the side, "The clues in him must be very important, and are directly related to the main line of this copy." Meng Tianlu also agreed, "Yes, we are missing the necessary information now. Now that the passer has appeared, it means that the clue to the S-level item must be very important." Many old people are still thinking about the black tin box they saw in the operating room. Now that the first passer has appeared, no one can be sure whether Zhuge An has got the mysterious S-level item, in case he didn''t get it... "That''s true. Lord Son, we can''t risk it until the third day." "Yeah, no one can say what will happen on the third day. Besides, there are so many newcomers here who are unable to protect themselves. All of them need the care of the elderly. You may be overwhelmed if you can. Your Son, you will Think about it! This clue is really important to us!" In normal times, how can an E-level rookie who holds an S-level clue get better off? If you want to hold the treasure, you must have the ability to hold the treasure. To be honest, if it weren''t for a Messiah, the old people would have used force to intimidate the white-haired E-Class. How could he be arrogant? Everyone whispered, and unanimously turned their eyes to the Messiah. In this lack of clues and no clue, Shengzi was pushed to the cusp of the storm. They all need a clear road, a clear road in front of them. In the face of life and death, people will become despicable. Zong Jiu is only an E-level, no one can be sure that these old people will defy Shengzi''s orders privately and use other means to force him to tell the clue about the S-level props? Under everyone''s eyes, Messiah closed his eyes wearily. He finally spoke. "He will join us." #### Zong Jiu pushed open the door of the ward. The high school student was standing outside, his eyes kept looking behind him: "Brother Nine!" "Brother Jiu, did you hear the system prompt just now! Zhuge secretly cleared the level!" Sheng Yu''s face was full of shock, and he even couldn''t help raising his hand to make gestures to fully express his current mood. The white-haired young man gave him an unclear look, "Yes, I''m also surprised." In fact, Zong Jiu''s heart still accepts well, anyway, Zhuge Antong''s failure to clear the customs has nothing to do with him, he only knows that he has obtained all the information he wants from Zhuge An. What really surprised Zong Jiu was that Sheng Yu''s acting skills could be called Tian/Yi/No/Seam. In fact, from the very beginning, both Sheng Yu and Zhuge An were Zongjiu''s number one candidate to rule out the suspicion of the inner ghost. The reason for excluding Sheng Yu is simple. Because the original text does not have him at all. From Zong Jiu''s point of view, this is actually quite easy to understand. Because he replaced the original owner, he said something like that at the door of the trainee dormitory. Just like Lorentz''s butterfly effect, South American butterflies flap their wings, and a storm will be set off in Texas, the United States in two weeks. Under such influence, the reasonable deviation of the plot is not incomprehensible. When Sheng Yu came to him with a dinner plate in the restaurant before, Zong Jiu was surprised, but he didn''t suspect it. What''s more, there is also a random task of finding the inner ghost in the original plot, so Zong Jiu was preconceived, and felt that since the original camp had inner ghosts, Sheng Yu, who joined later, would of course not have any problems, so he directly excluded him. So why was Zong Jiu so sure that Sheng Yu was the inner ghost? It is because of the death method of the original owner mentioned in the original plot. In the original text, the original owner of this cannon fodder vase had an appointment with another newcomer to go to the bathroom with him. Unfortunately, he encountered the first terrorist incident in the psychiatric hospital copy in the toilet. Zong Jiu didn''t know what the specific terrorist incident was. Because when the author of the horror article writes about the first death, he usually does not write about the specific death, but only constantly exaggerates the horror atmosphere, and emphasizes the horror of the corpse after death, in order to maintain the atmosphere of mystery and panic. But this is the case, Zong Jiu still got a very precious piece of information from the original text. The original owner went into the cubicle to go to the toilet, and the newcomer with him stayed outside the toilet. Because he was too scared, the original owner didn''t specifically close the toilet door, and received his lunch when he hushed halfway through. The original owner''s head fell directly from his neck, and of course there was a bang bang bang from the toilet. The newcomer who was guarding the door didn''t even dare to go in, so scared that he turned his head and ran away, but he was naturally turned around and killed at the toilet door. In the end, the newcomer¡¯s body disappeared, and the original owner¡¯s head was made into a human head mop, which was randomly discarded in the dirty sink of the toilet. According to such a plot, it should be that the two people who went to the toilet died. But Sheng Yu was not dead. Not only was he still alive, he also accurately described how the glasses went to the toilet. At that time, Zong Jiu clenched the ballpoint pen tightly in his sleeve, his muscles tense. Two singles who sent them together, would the ghosts still try to kill them? With plenty of time, it is impossible to kill only one of the glasses, not to mention the double-kill achievement achieved in the original text, which is even more abrupt in comparison. He became suspicious of Sheng Yu. In order to verify this conjecture, Zong Jiu sneaked into the toilet in a different space. By the way, Zong Jiu vaguely knew that there was another space in this copy. Because in the original scene depicting Vincent, there was a scene about the negative second floor in an inexplicable way. It''s just that at the beginning, Zong Jiu thought that the second floor was the only way to the different space. He didn''t expect that placing an order alone would have a chance to be dragged into the different space. Zong Jiu saw the corpse of glasses in the toilet in a different space. Sure enough, the incision in the neck is very flat, and it looks more like a human hand than the so-called "ghost in a different space." Although He Jianlan seems to be not very clever, and his inferences are full of loopholes, he was really right. The glasses were murdered, and the time was not the whole hour. Now, who is the inner ghost, the answer is ready to come out. But this does not mean the end. Because there is still an inner ghost in this copy. Zong Jiu didn''t know that Zhuge was secretly unclear about this, but Zheng Zongjiu knew it very well. Because Zong Jiu was kicking open the three compartment doors of the toilet, and after checking that there was no one inside, he took the time to glance at the sink in the toilet. The sink is empty. There is a big spider web under the faucet, and black spiders spin silk on it. If someone wants to put a mop inside, they must break the spider web. Not to mention that when Zong Jiu kicked the door, the head of the glasses was not made into a human head mop and put into the sink like the original owner in the original text. However, after the Messiah led the old people to search, the mop was put in unconsciously, saying that it would be impossible without an accomplice. Furthermore, the original text did not show Sheng Yu, but the main system still released random inner ghost missions. It is easy to conclude from counter-inference that apart from Sheng Yu, there is already another inner ghost in the original trainee. Who is the one? Zong Jiu thought secretly while listening to Sheng Yu''s words. Sheng Yuzheng vividly described the scene in the stairwell with Zong Jiu vividly. After he finished speaking, he mysteriously lowered his voice, "Brother Nine, do you see those two people." Not far from the corridor, two newcomers were approaching here intentionally or unintentionally, they almost wrote the words "we are watching you" on their faces. Sheng Yu: "I think they seem to be watching us, what should I do?" Zong Jiu shrugged indifferently, "What to do, we are now abandoned by both thighs, so why don''t we go to the restaurant and have a look first." Judging from various clues and speculations, the inner ghost card that Sheng Yu got should have extremely high authority. Otherwise, it is impossible to explain why an F-class can easily kill people and move the corpse to a different space before Zong Jiu as he wants. He had 100% of the key that Zhuge secretly said that he could open the different space at will, and it was also the original text of the Virginia cipher before it was encrypted by the key. As long as you get the key, you can clear the main task of the ordinary card. Zhuge An is the best example. Zong Jiu was very curious about Sheng Yu''s purpose and what the main task of the inner ghost card he got was. If you simply want to kill people for pleasure, or kill all the trainees, Sheng Yu can tear his face with his E-class in the toilet, or poke him before Zong Jiu has discovered his flaws through the plot. One knife. But Sheng Yu didn''t. Not only didn''t, but he didn''t even have any thoughts and intentions to add to the flames and provoke discord. He almost perfectly played the image of a high school student who didn''t know anything about the world. He followed him behind him, pretending to be innocent. Zong Jiu didn''t believe that he had no plot. But... this reminded him of the prophecy that Zhuge had made before leaving. "Where are you going? Huh?" A low voice suddenly came from a high place. The man in a white coat slowly walked out of the shadows. The dim light reflected his ordinary outline very deeply, like an extremely demon ghost escaping from the abyss. The doctor glanced at the four people in front of him with interest, his eyes staying on the white-haired young man for an extra long time. Zong Jiu felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and the trembling electric current rolled in his back unconsciously. "The nurse has been looking for you for a long time, you should go upstairs to take your medicine." Sheng Yu asked suspiciously, "Take the medicine? What to take the medicine? Isn''t the time to take the medicine at night?" Doctor Chu didn''t speak, he pointed behind them, and the strange smile on his face gradually deepened. Above the oil lamp hanging on the wall, the clock was slowly pointing to ten. Ten o''clock! Sheng Yu and the other two newcomers showed incredulous looks. How can it be? They clearly remember that they didn''t even eat lunch! [Fuck, why is it ten o''clock all of a sudden, I''m so embarrassed again] [It was only twelve o''clock just now... I''m dizzy, what the **** is this] [Is this a copy related to time decryption? But it''s not right. I saw Zhuge in the live broadcast room of Zhuge and he reasoned that this is a space-based puzzle-solving copy. What is going on? ¡¿ Zong Jiu stood aside, his eyes darkening. The moment when the glasses died, the moment when Zong Jiu was pulled into a different space was exactly ten o''clock. This moment is likely to be a symbol of the opening of a different space! The white-haired youth suddenly looked up. But now, the doctor with gold glasses is still standing there, and the surrounding scenery has not changed at all. "Go upstairs and take your medicine, everyone is waiting for you." The doctor curled his eyebrows, seemingly kindly reminded: "It''s not a wise decision to dangle a group of people." "Oh, right." He lowered his head and glanced at the gold watch on his wrist indifferently, "It will be the time for the rounds soon. The head nurse should have told you that night travel is prohibited in this hospital." "If you violate the hospital regulations and the night tour is caught." The man passed by with Zong Jiu, and the pupils hidden behind the glasses slowly became dark and malicious. "Disobedient patients...will be punished." After the corner of the white coat disappeared in the gap of the second floor, Sheng Yu said tremblingly, "Nine brothers, why is it ten o''clock in the evening all of a sudden, what should I do?" Pretend, you continue to pretend, I will quietly watch you perform. Zong Jiu kicked the ball back: "Ah, there seems to be no way. Let''s go upstairs and find Shengzi." Several people walked to the entrance of the restaurant, and walked through the medication process again under the eyes of a circle of nurses. Zong Jiu swept through the pockets of the large hospital gown without a trace with his hand holding the pills, and when he looked up, he heard the conversation between the head nurse and other nurses. "Tomorrow is the third day when these patients come here. It seems that we have another vacation time." Strange to say, this seems to be the first conversation they have heard. The sound without ups and downs gradually drifted away in the empty corridor, and the newcomers were horrified one by one, and their legs trembled. In fact, the atmosphere of the restaurant is not as good as there. Almost everyone''s faces were full of the same anxiety and fear, and they didn''t even notice Zong Jiu and his party who walked into the restaurant. Messiah looked solemn, "Time has been speeded up." The old people were silent, and their expressions were not much better. Just now, they were still discussing the list of going to the second floor this afternoon in the restaurant. The next second, the nurse carrying the medicine basket came out of thin air and coldly informed them that it was time to take the medicine. Time hastened ten hours out of thin air! What''s more frightening is that they don''t know why the time is accelerated. Is it because Zhuge secretly left the dungeon in advance, causing the difficulty of the dungeon to increase sharply in the later stage, or because the original dungeon has variables, no one knows. "We can''t delay any longer, everyone has to go to the negative second floor with me tonight." The newcomers were shocked: "Are we going too?" "You didn''t hear what the nurse said just now?" He Jianlan said coldly, "If tonight is delayed, no one can guarantee what will happen on the third day. After midnight, it will be the third day." "Yes, but..." In the eyes of these newcomers who have no experience, through this short period of time, the three words minus second floor have become synonymous with scourges. "But what is it!" An old man said impatiently, "If it were not for the kindness of the Lord Son, we would not care about the life and death of you newcomers. The selection of thriller trainees is not a copy of the usual survivors. The daily copy has rewards for helping newcomers. It will help you not only Without rewards, you are still disobedient and eye-catching. In other words, whether you live or die has nothing to do with us." The blond son gave the old man a stopping look, then turned his head to calm down and said: "If you stay in the dormitory, for the current situation, it will probably be a dead end." "Follow me and I will try my best to ensure your safety." When he said these last words, Messiah glanced at him, and his blue eyes looked towards the entrance of the restaurant. Everyone glanced over. The white-haired youth stood there, calmly accepting the baptism of everyone''s sight and scrutiny. There are worries, greed, and unabashed salivation in these eyes. Zong Jiu stretched his limbs as if he hadn''t felt it, even stretched out and yawned. Some old people wanted to speak angrily, but they were all stopped by Messiah. The blond son looked at him with sincere eyes, "Now Zhuge An has cleared the level, rejoin us, okay?" Zong Jiu had no reason to agree. Leaving the organization of the Messiah and looking for Zhugean and Hu for skin, it was the result of careful consideration for him. but-- "Okay." Zong Jiu readily agreed. [Uhhhhhhhhhhh? Why did he agree again? ¡¿ The barrage is full of question marks. [No, I thought he would struggle somehow] [Damn it, it¡¯s not the same to look good. After holding the thigh of the son, hug the thigh of the big brother Zhuge, the son is still willing to take the plate after he comes back, I lemon sisters] [This is also OK? ? We, Ah Jiu, said that we would rather die than surrender! Ye Qingjie! ¡¿ In the end, Zong Jiu not only agreed, he even announced some information on his own initiative. "Actually, my clue is useless to tell you." other people:? Then you mean it! "Everyone think, not all of our main missions survive for three days." Everyone nodded. "But now it''s only two days before Zhuge ran away. Why do you think he can run?" Zong Jiu circulated and frustrated, "Of course it is because-he is the inner ghost!" Everyone is dubious, but after careful consideration, it seems that this is true. Yes, why did the main mission last three days, but Zhuge An ran away ahead of schedule. This of course means that the identity cards and main missions that Zhuge secretly obtained are different from them! "Oh, you really misunderstood me before." The white-haired young man was filled with righteous indignation, "Zhuge An, this old man is absolutely despicable and shameless. He not only pretended to cooperate with me, but also took clues from my mouth! It''s really declining in the world, and people''s hearts are not old!" "Hey, after his inner ghost cleared the level, it is estimated that the S-level item was also taken away by him." Zong Jiu pretended to raise his arm, "The clue in my hand is no longer useful, telling you it won''t matter. But I didn''t expect that even then you would still be willing to take me to play, you guys are really nice." Although Zong Jiu doesn''t act very often, but if he really wants to act, who is not a cross-border actor? After hearing the news that the S-level props were taken away, everyone''s expressions looked like swallowing flies. The old people looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a while. To be reasonable, Zhuge Anren is not here now, so Zong Jiu goes black and white. If Zhuge An''s usual style is as decent as Shengzi, it is estimated that none of the people present would believe him. It is a pity that Zhuge An is really not a Baidao character. This guy is also righteous and evil, has a perverse personality, is so wise and close to monsters, he does not play cards according to common sense, and many people have very complicated senses for him. There are so many victims who are counted as pawns by him in the dungeon, and hate him and hate the existence of itching teeth. The chess I played is so big, what''s the deal with grabbing an S-level prop? If you pretend to cooperate and talk about this kind of thing, it really resembles Zhuge An''s consistent style. Besides, Zhuge An was originally the number one candidate for the inner ghost that they strongly suspected. Therefore, when Zong Jiu performed hard and didn''t want to give Zhuge a secret sly, the other people actually believed most of it. Even let alone the trainees in the restaurant, the barrage suddenly realized. [Fuck, it''s no wonder that we have to drag people to the small corner of the ward and use S-level props. It turns out that during the period when we didn''t see the live broadcast, people went to bully and lure the newcomers] [Sounds so miserable... I''ve heard of Zhuge''s deeds in the "cursed mask" that he pitted everyone against the water. This E-level is so miserable, I guess it will be in the future. Will also have a psychological shadow on Zhuge boss (Dian Wax. jpg)] [Hahahahahaha! Only I thought Zhuge An was the inner ghost from the beginning! ! Sure enough, the facts proved that my guess was correct] Don''t ask, ask is the victim of a wind critic. Asking deserves it. "It''s okay." On the contrary, Messiah looked like he was relieved, "We didn''t invite you to join us again for that clue." The blond son smiled lightly, "Anyway, welcome back." Now that the Son of God has expressed his stance, other people have to accept it reluctantly and secretly guard against it. Mainly, Zong Jiu¡¯s explanation is reasonable, otherwise it is impossible to explain why Zhuge An could leave the market early. He Jianlan, who had been clamoring that Zong Jiu was the inner ghost before, was silent, as if trying to find the loopholes in his words, but unfortunately nothing. Zong Jiu bends the corner of his mouth. He insincerely thanked Zhuge An for the perfect scapegoat. Although Zong Jiu can now start looking for the key to prepare to clear the level, there is no need to go to the negative second floor with Messiah for a Rao Shizi expedition. In addition to clearing customs, Ke Zongjiu also needs a lot of survival points. The white-haired young man''s gaze swept across the high school student standing behind him. He has always been a very greedy person. Since there are such good conditions, why didn''t Zong Jiu finish the random tasks together? This copy can only be obtained by outsmarting at present. After this copy, he must heal his hand and let the cards fly and jump on his ten fingers again. Then...recover the stage where I used to be a magician. Chapter 17: Mental hospital Zong Jiu''s attitude was very sincere. Not only was he sincere, he also took the initiative to tell the old people the clue about the S-level props. Although he said that the S-level props had been taken away by Zhuge secretly, it was a clue anyway, wasn''t it? Now other people have changed their attitude towards Zong Jiu, and they can be regarded as acquiescing in his joining. After Zong Jiu¡¯s matter was settled, the commanding level headed by Messiah quickly finalized the plan not to return to the ward tonight, but to go to the negative second floor for an exploration. Before the plan was finalized, the voices of other people were silenced. But in the end, this plan is still not insured. Many clues are that He Jianlan and Messiah followed the clues of the attitude of the mental hospital medical staff. After deciding on the plan, although He Jianlan and the others had suppressed it for a while, there were still several newcomers in the restaurant whispering. Under the pressure of the veteran trainees, the active newcomers formed several small groups. Some of these small groups look at the heads of the old people and lick them vigorously; others make their own decisions and want to take advantage of everything. The small group of newcomers who are talking now is just trying to take advantage. They didn''t want to follow the Messiah to risk their lives, and now they had a small calculation. "It''s already half past ten now. If we go down to the second floor now, is it too late..." As we all know, in the horror copy, the night is definitely an eternal theme that cannot be avoided. The probability of a general terror situation occurring at night is far greater than during the day, and it is also much more terrifying, which is daunting. "There are so many of us, can Master Shengzi really take care of it? And didn''t you say that the negative second floor is not a good place, why should you take the initiative to go?" "That''s right... And in this situation, the ward is the safest, right? There are still newcomers here who have taken medicine, and they can''t live without it for a while." Messiah frowned: "If I really don''t want to go, I will naturally not force everyone." "But according to the experience of our senior survivors, the probability of an accident tonight is indeed very high. The third day must be a watershed for this dungeon. I don''t recommend that everyone act alone." The newcomers in those small groups dragged their feet, hesitating. "How about this." The blond sage stretched his eyebrows, and did not force him, "If you are willing to go down to the second floor with me, we will meet on the stairwell leading to the second floor in ten minutes. If you don¡¯t want to be with me, then I will stay. Those who come down each have a blessing and blessing." The newcomers nodded hurriedly and beamed with joy. Even the old people know that the blessing of the Son is equivalent to an extra one-time special item, and its preciousness is self-evident. The other people who had promised to go down to the second floor were also a little shaken, and many of them were low-ranking elderly people. "Otherwise we will stay in the ward too." The old man quietly raised his eyebrows, "Anyway, this is only the second day, and the Messiah won''t come up again. Why do I need to take risks, stay in the ward and enjoy the benefits." "Yes. The difficulty of this dungeon is infinitely close to S grade...It''s good if we can survive, and who cares about that dangerous challenge." Originally, these mid-level survivors were named because of the generous rewards of the thriller trainee competition. The first copy that came up was full of confidence at the beginning. As a result, all of them are now shocked. The newcomers don''t know what the S-level dungeon represents, but the old man is very clear, and now the thoughts of retreat have become more intense. Zong Jiu stood aside, watching coldly. A sudden acceleration of time was to expose the shortcomings of this temporarily formed team centered on the Saint Child. "Brother Nine, you are so amazing, you can wash away the suspicion from us without any effort." Sheng Yu twittered on the side, "Then what shall we do now, are we going to the second floor with Shengzi?" "if not?" Zong Jiu asked him, "Are you afraid?" "It''s a bit." The high school student scratched his head. "But if Brother Nine is not afraid, then I won''t be afraid." Of course you are not afraid, otherwise the whole process of killing and throwing corpses would still be so proficient at that time. Zong Jiu said perfunctorily: "Then let''s go down together. Anyway, it doesn''t mean death. If so many people are really dead, they can be buried together, not alone." other people:"......" [2333333 I am going to laugh to death. I found this white hair is really interesting. When I don¡¯t speak, it looks like a beautiful beauty in the painting. When I speak, my expression is also very serious, but why is it so funny] [I also want to say this, he really likes to choke people to death. Because he even asked Zhuge who is Zhuge Liang before, I was still thinking that he even made up a name to fool others no.3] [Hey, I¡¯m going to the negative second floor soon, I don¡¯t know if this E-level can be left until the end] What no one knows is that after Zhuge secretly left, Zong Jiu''s personal live-streaming room actually reached second place like a rocket, just below the S-class Messiah. For a newcomer with no foundation, this is really quite incredible. After finalizing, everyone will not be delayed, go to the stairwell, go to the stairwell, go back to the ward and prepare to rest. Taking advantage of these ten minutes, Zong Jiu watched Messiah take out the high priest''s rod and blessed them one by one, while thinking about the clues he had gotten from Zhuge An. He didn''t care about his act of telling other people that clue. Because without enough information, other trainees will only look dumbfounded. Even Zong Jiu combined the plot and speculation, even guessing, and finally figured out everything under Zhuge An''s perfection. The clues from Zong Jiubai''s prostitute are quite complete. Zhuge secretly said that the integer between three and four is just a metaphor and pronoun, and its true solution represents the key to freely shuttle between different and normal spaces. As the name suggests, this key does not exist that can be explained purely from a mathematical perspective. The x-axis and y-axis constitute a two-dimensional plane world. The x-axis, y-axis and z-axis constitute a three-dimensional world. The four-dimensional world is a spatial concept that exists in human physics. Zhuge secretly learned from the library of the mental hospital that the four-dimensional space-time here is not a four-dimensional space-time in a broad sense, but based on the space-time conjecture proposed by Minkoffs in 1907 by borrowing non-Euclidean space, which is based on the xyz axis. A space-time line constitutes a narrow four-dimensional concept. Humans on earth live in a three-dimensional world. People in the three-dimensional world look down on the two-dimensional world, and people in the four-dimensional world look down on the three-dimensional world. For example, the gods in the human imagination are likely to be high-dimensional existences. But in reality, dimensions and dimensions cannot be surpassed, and there is no way to surpass them. But in the horror copy, everything is possible. This copy gave them a way to migrate from three-dimensional to four-dimensional space-time, allowing them to travel between different times in this space as long as they got the key between three and four. Zhuge secretly told him that the different space was actually thirty years ago of this mental hospital space. The military/affair/base that used to be this copy was dedicated to studying time and space during the war, but an accident happened in the middle of the study. The dimensional disorder caused the base 30 years ago to be separated, and all the researchers in the base became prisoners of time, wandering in a different space with no way out. Many years later, in the mental hospital built on the original site, there is still a dead end to that different space. The main system has already given them enough hints. The main mission is to "survive in this copy for three days." In fact, according to Zhuge An¡¯s inference, as long as the bell rings at midnight on the third day, all patients in the mental hospital will be instantly dragged into a different space, which is equivalent to throwing fat into the cage of the beast. The key originally has the power to travel through time and space. You only need to get the key and adjust the time node in a few days later to achieve perfect clearance. If it is stupidly delayed to the third day according to the main task, there is only a dead end to meet the trainees. When everyone was sleeping on the first night, Zhuge was walking around the night with a gossip pan. When Messiah and the others were still struggling to find the next clue the next day, Zhugean had already figured out the inner core of this copy. Zong Jiu knows the ciphertext "pnpso", knows that the password is the Virginia cipher encryption method, plus Zhuge''s hint, what exactly the key is, he is almost ready to tell. Just like an exam, others are scratching their heads to solve the problem, and Zong Jiu has already copied the correct answer from Xueshen. Zong Jiu felt from the bottom of his heart that he should applaud Zhuge secretly, so he backhanded someone a scapegoat, right as a gift. As long as he wants to, he can read the set of keys now and become the second passer without any effort. There is no need to follow Messiah and them to the negative second floor adventure. But he guessed that Zhuge An hadn''t gotten this copy of the S-level props. At that time, the other party was obviously walking in a hurry, and the reason for the urgency was very likely to be related to the "prophecy" in his mouth. Zong Jiu didn''t care what the prophecy was, and he didn''t believe it much anyway. What he cares about is how to complete more dangerous challenges, get more survival points, and then see if he can go hand in hand. S-level items should not be used for nothing. Zong Jiu was so turbulent when he hadn''t got the key before. Now that he got the key, can he get it? ! That is naturally pretentious! Come on! What destined enemy, has Zong Jiu ever been cared? ! If you don''t die, you will die! What a man who doesn''t like excitement! Don''t even dare to be a magician even in a dangerous situation! Find out the inner ghost, earn survival points, and beat the workers! A group of people stood at the point of the stairwell on the first floor. The bottom is as dark as ever, and you can''t see the road at all, and even the stairs barely have an outline under the light. "Holy Son, got the lamp!" While everyone was waiting, He Jianlan hurriedly walked over from the other side of the corridor, still holding a lamp swayingly in his hand. Zong Jiu took a closer look and found that it was the one that the head nurse was holding in her hand during the rounds with the nurse. On the first day, Zong Jiu watched her carry the lamp to the second floor. He Jianlan can get it now, mostly by stealing it by unknown means. "Just get it." The blond son gave a long sigh of relief and lifted the wooden staff from the shoulders of the couple. The latter felt a warm stream of heat from his body, and a golden mark appeared on the back of his hand. "This blessing blessing is a one-time shield that can resist a single injury." Messiah rubbed his temple wearily, "We are running out of time, let''s go quickly." After walking forward inexplicably for ten hours, the flow of time became obviously abnormal. Now they have made up their minds not to return to the ward, and will be considered a night tour after the rounds are over. On weekdays, no matter how they wandered in the mental hospital, they couldn''t see a single person. At night, the medical staff patrolled intensively. If caught, it would be a dead end. Everyone glanced at the dark stairs on the second floor and took a deep breath. "I''ll start." Qin also said. His palm was facing upwards and squeezed. Everyone suddenly noticed that the tips of his nails had begun to dye sharp and deep black, and his hair had turned into cement gray. This arm had completed the transformation from a human to a beast. The blessing of the werewolf can make parts of the human body to be blessed to be werewolf, and it is also Qin Ye''s trump card. Others quickly found their place. As a treatment, Messiah was firmly guarded in the center, with the psychic Meng Tianlu on his left hand and He Jianlan holding a noose on his right hand. Zong Jiu and Sheng Yu are on the edge of the team, and they are not too far behind. The other trainees who planned to stay in the ward on the first floor also looked at them, planning to show them to the corner of the stairs before going back. At this moment, there was a series of footsteps on the stairs. A sharp and cold female voice came from above, "Okay, you not only stole the lights from the hospital, but also gathered for a night tour?" The trainees looked up in shock. At that moment, the hour hand, which hadn''t reached eleven o''clock, moved forward one square again and stopped firmly at twelve. The cold and fear climbed on their backs like a tide. It''s not the second day, it''s the third day! That is like hell, opening the third day of ultimate horror! [Fuck! ! Scared me! ! ¡¿ [My god, this head nurse''s face is really pale and like a ghost, I almost didn''t fly out when I saw it at first glance] [Grass, time has accelerated again, it¡¯s the third day, it¡¯s over, why haven¡¯t they found their clues yet, I¡¯m so anxious, if I continue at this rhythm, I really feel like the group will die] In such a situation, no one cares about getting into the formation or not, and they ran away in fright. A few people were so scared that they turned around and ran to the ward on the first floor. They heard the lock lock outside the door just as they rushed in. The door of the psychiatric hospital is locked at night. Once the ward round is over, the nurse will not be able to leave the ward overnight after locking the door. Jiang Yuan hammered the door angrily, "Let me out!" However, the face of the nurse outside the door was just a grin, throwing the key into his mouth and swallowing it in one bite. Her open mouth was no more than an inch away from the glass door, as if teasing her prey, she would break through the window in the next second. It was not a human mouth at all, but a big mouth full of fangs, covered with scarlet viscous plasma. Jiang Yuan was so frightened that he took two steps backwards, taking out his special props from the system backpack almost as quickly as possible, and pasting a cinnabar talisman on the glass door. "Rainy--" As soon as the cinnabar symbol was put on it, a big fire broke out from the corner and started to ignite spontaneously. The spontaneous combustion of the cinnabar talisman means that the thing outside is definitely not a good person, but a kind of extremely yin existence. This Fuzhuan is a one-time item, and Jiang Yuan doesn''t have a few in his hand, so it has been very economical. But he doesn''t feel distressed, nothing matters. Jiang Yuan watched the face outside the glass door was so hot that he peeled off, howled and smoked away, and a burst of happiness surged in his heart. "Damn, this ghost girl!" His back was almost soaked in cold sweat, and when he recovered, he realized that his legs were soft and he couldn''t stand up at all. After a half-minute delay, Jiang Yuan climbed up from the ground again. The lights on the first floor were already dim, and visibility in the corridor outside was limited, and nothing could be seen at all. It seemed quiet as if he had entered a tomb. The nurse locked the door just now, which meant that Jiang Yuan could only stay in the ward for one night. He withdrew his gaze warily and looked back again. The ward was also dark. Jiang Yuan''s back was against the wall, always paying attention to the wind and grass nearby. It stands to reason that after burning a talisman just now, the yin-qi existence will not take the initiative to approach this ward for a certain period of time. But Jiang Yuan still remembered that this was a copy with a difficulty close to the level of S. The higher the difficulty level, the shorter the safety time. Although he is only Grade C, he is also an old survivor, and he will not capsize in such details. So Jiang Yuan continued to pay attention to the surrounding movement, taking out his last talisman seal from the backpack with his left hand, and groping for the switch on the wall light with his right hand. In the dark, he touched another extremely cold hand on the switch. #### Few people turned around and ran back to the negative first floor like Jiang Yuan. More people followed the large army and rushed into the stairwell on the second floor without looking back. "Boom, boom, boom¡ª" The iron plates on the stairs were slammed by them, and echoed in a whole dark stairwell, it was impossible to tell where was where. Under the dim light of the oil lamp, the darkness of the negative second floor was pushed away leisurely. Rusty iron plates, peeling walls, damp and moldy corners where water is dripping, and moss filled in the gaps. On both sides of the corridor is a row of rooms that can''t be seen to the end. Except that the door is much dilapidated, it looks no different from the negative first floor at first glance. If you have to tell the difference, it may be the mass of corpses lying in the dry blood on the ground that is torn to the point of being inhuman. In a panic, the swaying oil lamp was hit by someone who didn''t know, and one fell to the ground without paying attention, and broke to the ground. At the end of the day, the whole scene fell into an invisible darkness again, which was terrible by coincidence. Messiah made a decisive decision: "Run separately, don''t get caught!" In the dark, no one knows who is who. You hit me, I give you a push, staggering to find a hiding place. In order not to be caught, everyone began to run wildly. Compared with other people, Zong Jiu, who has the key to the clearance, can be said to be very leisurely. Not only did he have enough energy to turn left and right to shake off Sheng Yu, he also picked a ward in a hurry and squatted on the back of the door to look outside Happening. After a few dozen seconds, the sound of footsteps gradually subsided. Instead, it was the weird dragging sound that Zong Jiu and Zhuge heard secretly in the toilet that day. They were transferred to a different space, to this place of exile in time and space that was forever fixed thirty years ago. Darkness flooded like a tide, and the dragging sound rubbed across the uneven concrete floor and sounded in the broken corridor outside. Most of the trainees hid, and the corridor was calm again. Occasionally, the sound of footsteps will stop, usually a different sound will be heard in the next moment. Every distinctive sound is the evidence that a person has been found. The sound of the head being chopped off and then rolling to the ground, short and painful screams, and the loud noise of instantaneous spraying of fresh blood. Listening to the voices outside, it seems that there are still old people clinging together, trying to break through the encirclement and rush upstairs. Only Zong Jiu, the old **** squatting on the ground by the door, was happy to watch the show. He thought, he should know who the remaining inner ghost is. In the first two days of the psychiatric hospital, only those who were alone would be dragged into the alien space and realize the root of this copy. In this case, if everyone came to the second floor to explore in advance, it would be a solution to the problem. It''s a pity that everyone was under the leadership of that person, and until the last day they chose Baotuan unremittingly, and thus missed the biggest message. This had to be delayed until the last day, when he went downstairs at the most dangerous time visible to the naked eye. Not to mention, they still missed many key clues, consciously or unconsciously. From the very beginning, he pointed out a clear path to ¡®wrong¡¯ for everyone, misled vague information, and used his own prestige and conviction to play with everyone. How clever that person is, so clever that he didn''t even make a head-on shot, he made a good person to the extreme with just a few words, and easily made everyone beg for mercy and be grateful. How interesting, he is actually the secret trader, fooling everyone. The most suspicious person is the one who seems the most unlikely and no one has ever suspected. If Zong Jiu was the Messiah, he must have laughed inwardly now. Look, what stupid people these are, so pitiful and laughable. "Boom, boom, boom." The footsteps in the corridor were getting closer, and it seemed that it was only a few steps away from the dormitory where Zong Jiu was now, and each step was like agitating the frequency of the heart. The white-haired youth squatted on the ground and stretched out very leisurely. The random task was completed, and after the second floor came, he also completed several dangerous challenges, so he should go. Just when he yawned and wanted to read the key-- The raised wrist suddenly hit a cold and hard watch. Zong Jiu raised his head abruptly, just to look at each other in the air with the interesting pair of eyes hidden behind the golden glasses. "Wow, see what I caught?" The man''s voice was low, like a thick Darjeeling tea with hot milk melted into it, rich and full of delicacy. "Huh? A disobedient kitty that violates the rules for night swimming?" There was a tingling pain from the tip of the needle in the neck, and the choking smell of disinfectant enveloped Zong Jiu''s body. Unexpectedly, before he entered this cramped room, the doctor in a white coat had already stood here, waiting for him to wait. The white-haired young man tried to open his eyes, but he could only see an increasingly blurred vision. Before fainting, his last thought was-- Oh shit. The ship capsized. Chapter 18: Mental hospital "Snapped--" When everyone was escaping, He Jianlan didn''t know who was slammed into it. The black-framed glasses on his face fell directly into the darkness and shattered into glass dross under the footsteps of latecomers. Not only that, but the oil lamp flew out of his hand and fell to the ground. "Old Qin!" He Jianlan yelled, "My glasses are broken." His eyes are highly short-sighted, and he can only see a halo of blurred color blocks even after he is separated from his glasses, even the face of a person has to be in front of him to see clearly. Originally, this point could allow the main system to be repaired with one click, but the more insignificant a problem, the more expensive it is to repair. Maybe it takes only five hundred points to treat cancer, and two thousand computers to repair your eyesight. He Jianlan is always reluctant to use his precious survival points in this kind of place. "Damn, it happened at this time... to hide before talking!" Qin also knew about He Jianlan''s problem. He cursed, grabbed the other''s sleeve, and took a moment to look behind him. With the night vision ability after the werewolf''s blessing, he can easily see the abnormalities on both sides of the corridor of vision. It looks like someone is holding a shabby paint brush, starting from the second floor stairwell, and brushing it all the way down to the wall. As long as it was brushed, rust fluttered and danced in the air, and large swaths of the wall peeled off. I don''t know how many years of black blood and broken bones splashed on the corners, and the air is full of the ubiquitous corpse smell, like falling from the world into a warped and dark **** in a different space. Although the Messiah yelled and ran away, the group of people in the middle chose to move closer. The old people are not stupid. At this critical moment, not following the life-saving talisman of the Saint Son, but losing the advantage of human capital because of panic, it is simply an act that is not worth the loss. ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? In addition to He Jianlan and Qin Ye, Meng Tianlu also followed them firmly. The five people ran all the way, and under the guidance of the psychic, they hid in one of the dilapidated wards on both sides of the corridor. In the distance, where there was still some light in the stairwell, a black shadow that was distorted to the shape of a human was projected on the ground. The sound of footsteps gradually lengthened along with the shadows. After finding the hiding place, all four of them looked towards Meng Tian Road. "How? Where is the clue?" The psychic''s complexion is very bad, his eyes are closed tightly, and his whole body is trembling. Large beads of sweat rolled off his forehead, "No...no...no clue, I didn''t feel it." Earlier, he was only a little tentative, and his mental power was instantly drained, and he didn''t want to live. Now let him step into this abyss-like realm, Meng Tianlu only felt that his whole body was surrounded by coldness, the ubiquitous sharp laughter enveloped his five senses, and thousands of hands dragged him into the quagmire. How can there be no clues? Everyone was taken aback. "How could it not?" He Jianlan was shocked. "Didn''t the newcomer say that Vincent is on the second floor?" Meng Tianlu was speechless, his lips were purple and his pupils were pale. "His situation is not quite right." Messiah put the high priest''s rod on the shoulder of the psychic, his expression cold. A light golden halo emerged from the tip of the stick, covering the latter in a soft warmth. It is a pity that his treatment has little effect on mental power, and it is more reflected in the healing of trauma. There was silence in the cramped, dilapidated room. The sound of horror in the hallway continued, and the creepy screams continued. Despair enveloped this corridor. The first iron law of infinite loops, no matter how strong a survivor is, as long as there is no category beyond human beings, he will always be succumbed to the food chain of ghosts. At this moment, a heavy kick suddenly came from the door not far in front. The doctor in a white coat picked up one person sideways and walked steadily towards the stairwell. From their perspective, they could only see a waterfall of white hair pouring down from their arms, and the youth''s unconscious eyebrows. [Fuck, the white-haired beauty was caught! I don''t want it! ¡¿ [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, did anyone just saw the whole process in the live broadcast room, i just cut out and saw the mutual tears in the next venue, and then came back to this venue and found that jiu was arrested? ¡¿ [Back upstairs, A Jiu just squatted in the room, but unexpectedly, there was the abnormal doctor standing behind him, but he got the needle down, GG] [Oh, it¡¯s cold, I was taken away by the boss of the instance, but it¡¯s a pity that I will become a fool after the operation] "That thing is coming." Qin also stared at the disappearing figure of Doctor Chu not far away, breaking the dead silence: "Shall we try to escape?" Although there is no way to fight the ghosts head-on, relying on the comprehensive strength of a few of them to work together, it is not a problem to temporarily escape from this danger. But if they did that, it also meant that the operation was once again a failure. Not only did they fail to get any clues about the customs clearance dungeon. To make matters worse, as the entire dungeon entered its third day, there was not much time left for them. He Jianlan thought of another A-level copy of "Jingbai Middle School" that was very similar to this copy. This copy of Jingbai Middle School has a very strict time limit, and the mission time is seven days. If you fail to find enough clues in the entire campus in the first six days, then on the seventh day all the teachers and students of the entire middle school will turn into evil spirits and start the massacre indiscriminately. It now appears that the copy of the personal show in the mental hospital has a certain degree of similarity with Jingbai Middle School. Even if they could escape the chase of the minus two-layer ghosts, there would still be a full twenty-three hours on the third day. Even permanent special items also have restrictions on the frequency of use and cooling time. The gap in the middle is undoubtedly the best time for ghosts to claim their lives. He Jianlan stared closely at his feet. Without the glasses, he can''t see clearly now, let alone in such a dark and cramped environment. He always felt as if he had overlooked something. At the beginning, before the S-level props clues appeared, no old man really took this personal show copy to his heart. Everyone thought that so many new people came in for the main system, and they wouldn''t be dead. Not to mention that this dungeon still has the No.7 Son as the leader, and the opinions of the commander are also very unified. Everyone methodically searched for clues, and then put the clues together, everything was walking on the track of steady development. S-class clues were obtained by them. They also searched the entire psychiatric hospital from the first floor to the first floor, and there was no missing information. There was only one unfinished piece of the puzzle, and of course they projected their sights on the second floor that they had never searched for. According to He Jianlan''s inference, if the trip goes well, he should be able to get clues on the second floor and successfully clear the customs. But now, things have gone to the worst fork in the road. Not only are they in jail, but even the originally expected return was wiped out, not to mention that they have no idea about it. Why is there no clue? Qin Ye''s outrage suddenly interrupted He Jianlan''s thoughts. "It''s now! Breakthrough!" The man Kong Wu''s powerful body sprouts with wolf hair, broke through the blue and white striped medical gown, fell on his limbs, and ran toward the door. He Jianlan hurriedly got up and pulled Meng Tianlu with Messiah, holding the knotted noose in one hand, and followed his partner closely. The huge half-werewolf screamed in the darkness, desperately moving towards the dark shadow entrenched in the corridor. "Wait...wait, don''t go..." At this moment, the frothy Meng Tianlu suddenly let out a faint cry. "Yes, will die¡ª" However, it was too late. In just a second, the huge werewolf head was uprooted alive, and the **** spine was stained with wisps of minced meat, ticking down to the ground covered with rust. Qin Ye''s pupils burst out, and one eye was penetrated by a sharp, unknown claw, reaching the visual center of his brain. "boom--" The huge body crashed to the ground, and the blood hole in the neck dripped to the ground with organs, fainting a crimson mark. "Old Qin!!!" He Jianlan''s eyes were splitting, tears in his eyes. This incident directly caused the barrage to explode. [Fuck, fuck, this is not another small character, this is Qin Ye of Grade A! ! A grade! ! ¡¿ There are tens of thousands of thriller trainees, and the A-level only accounts for the top two hundred. According to the ratio, in addition to the top ten S-levels, the A-level is also enough to be called a "big guy". As a result, such an A-level boss, with all his cards out, was killed on the spot. Everyone is aware of it. [Wori, the monster of this copy is an unsolvable spiritual existence! ! ! ¡¿ [It''s over, this time the massacre mode is really started, the rhythm of group destruction. Let me just say, this dungeon does not seem to be very difficult, how come there will be S-level props, good guys, they are all waiting here before] [...It''s not enough for the perverted difficulty of S-level, but A-level definitely has it. Killing A-level in person, what is this concept? ¡¿ "Go...Go...Go." The plucked head fell heavily to the ground, and the werewolf opened his mouth in vain, and stood in front of the twisted shadow. He Jianlan couldn''t see what was happening, and he didn''t have the courage to look again, but ran forward with tears. He and Qin are also extremely well-known golden partners among advanced survivalists, and many people have heard of their names. Excluding this factor, the two of them are also friends who have known each other for many years in an infinite loop, and the depth of the relationship between them is self-evident. At the beginning, Qin also corroded his whole body under the blessing of the werewolf to expose his bones. He Jianlan broke his five fingers in order to obtain special items, but fortunately, he could recover as long as he had enough survival points. It''s just that He Jianlan didn''t expect that they had all rushed through so many terrifying dungeons together, but Qin Ye was at the first level of this small, horror trainee dungeon. What''s more cruel is that he has no room for sorrow. The A-level Qin couldn''t even make a single move, and that ghost was simply not an existence that could be circumvented with human power. Despair frightened He Jianlan''s internal organs. Originally, he thought that although the clues were not complete, he only needed to flee and escape the remaining twenty hours to get back. But now even this last road has been cut off, completely surrounded by dead ends. How is it possible, how is this possible? No matter how difficult it is to make a dreadful copy, it is impossible for the main system to set up an unsolvable game. It will definitely leave clues, shed its cocoon, and let the player find the only correct way out of numerous obstacles. But now it''s dead. For no reason, a coldness rushed to He Jianlan''s back. What a coincidence, it seems that there is an invisible hand controlling all this in the dark. Cut off when it should have given hope. After a desperate rush, they have re-standed in the staircase leading to the negative first floor. The dim light leaked from the gap between the buildings, and stayed on the dusty stairs piece by piece. There is another explanation. Unless...from the beginning, they were misled. who is it? Did Zhuge secretly leave them the wrong message? Or is the white-haired E-class not telling the truth? "Your Mightiness--" He Jianlan quickly turned his head to ask Messiah''s thoughts. Unexpectedly, the blond son who was standing next to him and supporting Meng Tianlu with him was missing. The color patches in the retina clearly show that there is no one there. "Holy Son?" He Jianlan was shocked and suspicious. Could it be that when Qin Ye had an accident just now, Messiah stopped to treat him, so he accidentally got separated? He glanced back towards the stairwell. The stairs of the black hole seemed to eat people, turning into darkness on his pupils, blurry. The hospital became very quiet. Even the black hair that hangs down is the same. The weight on his shoulders is getting heavier and heavier. The blond son stood condescendingly on the corridor, looking at him with a smile. He Jianlan tremblingly lowered his head. I don''t know when, Meng Tianlu has already stopped breathing. An unfamiliar and pale grimace lay beside his arm and grinned at him. Chapter 19: Mental hospital When the consciousness returned to the cage again, Zong Jiu felt his mind was dizzy, and his body and limbs once again became the soreness that he felt when he first entered this instance. At first sight, it was overcast by the drug. He didn''t open his eyes, but kept the rate of breathing before waking up, quietly listening to the movements around him. We can honestly say that Zong Jiu''s current situation is really not good. He could feel that he was tied to a narrow chair, and his whole body was covered with a wide restraint belt, unable to move. The most important thing is that Zong Jiu''s mouth was stuffed with a towel full of the smell of disinfectant water, which made him unable to speak, let alone read the key on the spot and pass the customs on the spot. In other words, it is like a fried egg sticking to a pan. It is pressed on the ground and cannot be turned over no matter what. Even if you guard the wealth of Jinshan, there is no way to use it, you can only stare at it. Zong Jiu: "..." Gan! This time the car overturned. [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh, finally connected, finally connected! Don''t cry Ajiu, moms are here! ¡¿ [Fuck, it''s so exciting just after connecting it, isn''t it appropriate? ¡¿ [I just went to the other live broadcast rooms of this dungeon and looked at it. It seems that I have lost contact with me. I was shocked. Fortunately, Brother Nine resumed the live broadcast, exhale.] [To be reasonable...Actually, his luck is really good. If it weren¡¯t for this perverted doctor to take him away from the negative second floor like a man¡¯s land, I¡¯m afraid this white-haired beauty would have to be the same as He Jianlan and the others] "Woke up?" Just when he was calmly thinking about countermeasures, a low voice sounded faintly in the empty room. Now that it has been seen through, Zong Jiu is too lazy to pretend. He has mastered the decisive trump card, and now the only problem is that he needs to deal with this wise doctor who says I am very happy. As long as the opponent can take off the towel from his mouth, even for a second, Zong Jiu can turn defeat into victory. After thinking about it, the white-haired young man slowly opened his eyes and looked at the surrounding environment vigilantly. The operating room is quite dim. The only light source is the spotlight projected from the operating table. But for Zong Jiu, there is another light source¡ª¡ª The black iron box placed on the operating table was quietly braving the bright golden light, lightly spilling on the long and narrow surrounding texture. Zong Jiu''s eyes flashed. When he was in the operating room last time, he received a very precious piece of information. "That little box used to contain a very interesting thing...It''s a pity that it was stolen by a shameful thief more than ten years ago..." According to Zhugean''s inference, the different space was thirty years ago in the time axis of this mental hospital. And the bell rang at twelve o''clock on the third day, and all the trainees in the entire mental hospital were dragged into the different space, which meant that Zong Jiu was not only in the different space, but also exactly 30 years ago. Thirty years ago, this S-class prop had not experienced theft, but it was placed here in a good way, in a place within Zong Jiu''s reach. Although he was bound to win, Zong Jiu was still calm on the surface, and after inadvertently glanced at it, he could hide his heart even if the storms and waves turned thousands of times. The doctor in a white coat was standing on his left hand side close at hand. I don''t know if he noticed Zong Jiu''s little movement, the man''s eyes were even more interested, looking at him condescendingly, the corner of his mouth still had an unclear smile as always. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because of being in a different space. Compared to the operating room thirty years later, the equipment in this operating room looks much older. Even the electric chair Zong Jiu is sitting on is an antique of the last century, with rusty electrodes all over the ends of the wires. And now, these cold electrodes are all attached to his body. Zong Jiu himself was stripped of his upper body again, and was in close contact with the electrode pads, like a tentacle occupied by an octopus sucker. The doctor was picking up an electrode pad with a scalpel and placing it firmly on his chest. Seeing Zong Jiu open his eyes, he casually ran down with the tip of a knife maliciously, and smiled at the white-haired young man with a chill. "I''ve said it. If a disobedient patient is caught, he must be punished." For a moment, Zong Jiu felt like a fish being pressed on a felt board, letting the other party hold a blade to cut the skin texture, and then commented on the matter at first glance and pronounced the trial. This kind of aggrieved thing is really the first time in Zong Jiuchang''s life, whether it is unbearable or unbearable. "Um... Um..." He also tried to arouse Dr. Chu''s interest only by making a sound from the vocal cords of his throat. It only takes time to get the towel off and he can come back. What he didn''t expect was that at the next moment, without any warning, the power was turned on instantly. The small, fluffy electric current rushed up the long wire like a tens of thousands of needles, rushing deeply into Zong Jiu-chi''s/naked body. Fuck, this lunatic who doesn''t play cards according to common sense! Dr. Chu did not increase the voltage to a height enough to cause death. He just controlled it to a value that could make people feel unbearable pain, but would not pass out of a coma, and was still within the acceptable range of normal people. Then after finishing all this, I stood aside in time, the light patrolling like a poisonous snake, watching the scene in front of me cross-handed. At the moment of electrification, the young man''s eyebrows frowned, and his whole body was unconsciously undulating under the stimulation of the dense electric current. Not long after, large and large beads of sweat leaked out from his hair finely and densely, along with the long white hair, like a serpentine snake, clinging to his beautiful waist/abdomen without any traces of blemishes. It looks like a layer of shiny beeswax, and the feast that was just put on the table looks very delicious. People will experience slight burns under the stimulation of electric current, which is why people are sweating profusely now. Because of the tingling, the tingling redness slowly diffused from the cyan blood vessels, dizzy with the sweat, and before a moment, Zong Jiu seemed to have just been salvaged from the water, and his whole body was fully cooked. "After disinfection, you can start the operation. I promise you will be my favorite work." The man pleased from this reaction, the scalpel that flew up on his fingertips revolved and jumped on the flames, and a **** dance of art and elegance coexisted between the slender fingers. Perhaps because of a short circuit of a certain wire, tiny electric sparks almost appeared at the end of the electrode sheet. At this moment, the person in the electric chair suddenly trembled forward. Because the whole body is bound by the restraint belt, the young man can only hang his head after being unconscious. The long white hair soaked in sweat hung down from his forehead one by one, and his whole body was in a state of embarrassment with the steam that was so hot that it almost became a substance. Crystal sweat is still rolling down from the center of the forehead, tracing the tip of the nose along the tall bridge of the nose, dropping to the ground drop by drop, smearing a cloud of dark marks. The doctor raised his eyebrows. Milky white rubber gloves slowly pushed upward along the young man''s jaw line. Even if there is a layer of gloves between the two skins, a man''s cold fingers can still easily penetrate the texture of the bone marrow. Farther away, the clock stopped on the hour. The last time Dr. Chu appeared on the scene was also on the hour. In an instant, the inspiration of lightning and flint hit Zong Jiu. "Is it only possible to this extent?" He sighed, showing an expression of lack of interest, and slantingly picked up the white hair of the young man hanging on the sideburns, and the tip of the knife was about to swim to the position of the upper eyelid. "Really sorry." The moment the blade was pierced in the air, the young man''s drooping head suddenly lifted up. With a thunderous force, with the close distance between the two of them, he slammed into the bright and sharp scalpel. This is undoubtedly suicidal. Everything happens between the electric light and flint. When the doctor subconsciously shifted the handle of the knife, Zong Jiu had successfully wrapped the towel in his mouth on the tip of the knife, and the corners of his mouth grew wider. "Tear and pull¡ª" After the tip of the knife was wrapped in a towel, the remaining section was slashed towards the cheek. Under the stimulation of the electric current, the red-faced white-haired young man raised his head. On one side of his cheek, a very thin wound was slowly oozing viscous blood lines, which matched the background color of his skin, and it was extremely beautiful. The saliva-stained towel slid down with the force of the tip of the knife and rolled to the dusty ground. Facing the doctor''s eyes in the white coat, Zong Jiu responded with a provocative smile and moved the key. Almost the next second, the surrounding environment changed completely. The large strips of peeling walls and the surgical tools that were worn to the point of falling paint disappeared, replaced by pale walls and a block of dirty brown glass display walls. The skull inside stared at him hollowly, and the slender black snake opened its fangs and walked gracefully in the gaps between the corpses filled with glass bottles. He came back from a different space thirty years ago. Zong Jiu was lying on the closed electric chair, his chest undulating violently, panting heavily. In pnpso''s puzzle solving, if the key is related to the whole point, the whole point is o\''clock in English, eliminating the extra k. Use the Virginia cipher to reverse it, then you can conclude that the original text is bleem, and bleem is the set of keys. But this is just a guess. Zong Jiu had only one chance. If he guessed wrong, he would die on the electric/chair and would not have a second chance to read other keys. This was originally an extremely risky thing. He chose to bet. Now everyone in the mental hospital has been dragged to a different space, but the normal space is empty and safe. In the silence, the white-haired young man bowed his head slowly, waiting for his arm to regain consciousness. When thinking of the key just now, Zong Jiu could choose to directly change the landing time node to three days later specified by the main system, so that he could immediately become the second passer in Zhuge''s shadow. But Zong Jiu didn''t. Not only did he not, he also chose to move the time forward and return to thirty years later. If you have to find out the reason... of course, you can''t swallow the breath, smile. This hatred will not avenge the non-gentleman, and the hatred will not be avenged. He''s been bullied, and the spirit guy can still bear it? After about a few minutes, Zong Jiu stood up tremblingly from the electric chair, and under the hissing gaze of the black snake, dragging his body that had been paralyzed by electricity, limping around this room. Walked around in the operating room. Soon, Zong Jiu found the target he was looking for during this trip in a corner full of debris. The white-haired young man bent down laboriously, picked up the heavy hammer from the ground, weighed it twice in his hand, felt the strength of his wrist recovery, and showed a satisfied smile. With a cold face, Zong Jiu walked to the operating table and read the key again. But in less than a second, the light squeezed down again. The wall was peeling off and rust was flying. The transformation between space and space is easily presented by the owner who holds the key of time and space. God was also looking after Zong Jiu. The figure in the white coat stood by the electric chair with his back facing him, looking down as if he was packing something in the medical box. The dim operating room was extremely quiet, and Dr. Chu would never have thought that someone would appear out of thin air behind him. Zong Jiu smiled sadly. Before the man could react, he raised the **** in his hand. "Boom¡ª" Give me a hammer! With his hands up and the hammer down, he is another hero who is doing harm to the people, so cool! If you go down with a hammer, you will be disabled if you don''t die. [Hahahahahahahahahaha] [The fog grass is so cruel, there is a pain in the back of my head] [Hahahahahaha I''m sorry I really laughed crazy! ! ! ¡¿ Before reading the key for the third time, Zong Jiu stepped on the bridge of the nose with the gold wire glasses with one foot, and raised his hand to embrace the black tin box with golden light on the table. All the backgrounds melted like water and milk, quickly dissipating from the field of vision, and finally turned into fuzzy and squiggly color blocks, disappearing. The icy system prompt sounded. [Congratulations to trainee Zongjiu for obtaining the S-level item X1] ¡¾E-level trainee Zongjiu. Successful customs clearance] In another distant darkness, the man sitting in the high-back chair suddenly opened his eyes. The transparent doll silk on the slender fingers flew and spun, pierced through the void dimension, and began to slowly recover. [NPC playing task progress has failed] [Venue: A-level Individual Show Dungeon Mental Hospital] [Playing the role of an NPC: a perverted psychiatrist with a strange collection addiction] [Cause of failure: the character loses the ability to act] ...... "I didn''t choose to leave the dungeon directly, but dormant and turned back." In the dead silence, the man suddenly chuckled. "interesting." Chapter 20: Dormitory for trainees The decayed decoration of the dilapidated mental hospital gradually disappeared, and Zong Jiu''s body was turned into an endless white. [Random task in progress] A piece of white paper and a black pen slowly floated down from the sky, and landed in front of the white-haired youth accurately. Zong Jiu took down the paper, unscrewed the pen cap, waved the pen like a dragon and snake, and wrote the names of Messiah and Sheng Yu on it. Anyway, Sheng Yu is 100% sure that the Messiah is too perfect in disguise. Even if the evidence is conclusive, Zong Jiu dare not say enough. No matter what, one of them is right anyway. The system sound rang in the empty room. [Please wait... the system is testing... the answer has been submitted] [The post-match rating will start immediately, and the transmission will be carried out immediately after 30 seconds, the transmission location: studio hall] After leaving Zong Jiu''s fingers, the white paper floated slowly and spontaneously ignited out of thin air. Zong Jiu rubbed his vaguely aching hands because he had just swung the hammer too hard, and fell into thought. Not only did he get the S-level props, and the challenge of the dangerous situation did not fall, he also stood on the shoulders of the giant Zhuge An and figured out the ins and outs of the entire instance. Relying on these points alone, his evaluation in this dungeon would never be as low as possible, and it would not be impossible for him to even jump to the third level in one fell swoop. Thinking of this, Zong Jiu took the time to look in his arms. The black iron box still exudes a bright golden light in his hand. He opened the lid of the tin box and gently brushed the stack of cold golden playing cards placed inside. [It has been detected that you are holding an S-level item in your hand. Will you store it in the system backpack? ¡¿ Zong Jiu chose yes without hesitation. It will be transmitted to the studio soon. If you don''t put it away, everyone will see the golden S-class props in his hand. This S-level prop can be regarded as easy to come by. The only one who saw him take the props was solved by Zong Jiuyi''s hammer. Since no second person knows it, it''s better to use it as a hole card, which happens to have an unexpected effect. Just as he was thinking, the space began to shatter and reorganize like a jigsaw puzzle. Red gold chandeliers hang down from the high dome, and the gilt gold hanging at the end reflects the flowing viscous color, reflecting on the deep red carpet, as if it is plated with a thick grand tone. I don''t know when, around the hall was erected a statue of angels and gods cast in white plaster. They closed their eyes, holding divine swords or olive branches, and looked solemn, circular surrounding the golden red hall in the center. Zong Jiu appeared directly on the ladder to which the E grade belongs. When he appeared, the hall was already full of people, and many trainees were being sent back here one after another. The number and time of each dungeon are different, but everyone can appear at the same time. It can be seen that the main system should obscure the flow of time, so that all trainees gather in the studio at this moment, regardless of the customs clearance time. This method and power have long been beyond the scope of human control. Zong Jiu remembered that Zhuge An had said that the main system would obscure part of the memory of the real world in the minds of survivors, and a deep thought appeared between his brows. The reason why he is not affected is probably because he is a book wearer and did not follow the normal process, and became the fish that slipped through the net. It''s a pity that Zong Jiu read too little original text, so little that he didn''t dig into the core of this huge infinite loop world. But now from his perspective as an outsider, he always feels that he smells a certain kind of conspiracy in this thrilling trainee competition. Alas, it is really not a good thing to abandon the article halfway. Asking Zong Jiu to finish reading the original text, now he can tell what kind of wave will become. About five minutes later, almost everyone was there. Zong Jiu looked around and found that all the trainees in the hall were pale and frightened, and the number of trainees was almost half visible to the naked eye. What happened to those who disappeared, the result is clear. It seems that for this first copy of the solo show, the main system is determined to screen this large group of trainees. The sharpest drop in the number of trainees is undoubtedly the lower-level trainees of F-grade, E-grade and D-grade. Not to mention the lower third level, even the upper third level has a sharp decrease in varying degrees, but the A-level of 200 people is said to have been discounted by more than a dozen. The only one who has not decreased... The white-haired young man raised his eyes and looked at the highest point in the entire hall. Zong Jiu glanced from a distance, Zhuge An and Messiah were among them. Except for the mysterious no.1, which has not yet appeared, the nine thrones are all packed. In fact, Zong Jiu is also a little curious about no.1 whose name is not even known in the legend. But... the existence of people like Zhuge An who can be afraid of it will not be a good person if he thinks about it. [All the trainees have been assembled, and the first round of post-match grading is about to begin] [After each round of the competition, the lowest level of the current level will be eliminated. According to the rules of the game, the trainees who get the F level after this round of re-evaluation will be automatically put in the penalty copy] [The punishment dungeon is launched in a single player mode. As long as the eliminated trainees can survive in the single-player punishment dungeon, they can get a chance to resurrect and return to the arena.] As soon as the voice fell, the F-level trainees standing on the ladder below Zong Jiu all fell into a large-scale panic. Experienced the massacre, and experienced a genuine horror copy. It''s hard to save a life, but after you come out, you still have to re-evaluate the level? "It''s not fair. We don''t have any special props like those old people. Why should we treat us this way?!" "I don''t want to stay here anymore, what kind of shabby place is this tm, I want to go home..." "It''s already difficult to survive, so why do you need to rate it again?" No one wants to die, but the infinite loop puts the knife on everyone''s head. No one knows when the knife will fall. For these sounds, the main system turned a deaf ear. [The grade evaluation is carried out from the lowest grade. After one grade is finished, the evaluation of the trainees of the next grade will start. When all the grades are finished, all the trainees will move to the unified grade position.] [Assessment is divided into two parts, the first part is systematic evaluation, and the second part is mentor evaluation. The final evaluation level of trainees will take the middle value of the two evaluations] [The number of survival points will be distributed according to the level of the final evaluation. Trainees can use survival points to strengthen themselves and increase their survival rate] [Panoramic camera is opening...] In the dormitory of trainees, live broadcast is not turned on by default, and a large live broadcast room will be opened only in specific links of the program, such as the most exciting rating link. At the moment when the main system''s live broadcast room was opened, the endless loop of viewers swarmed in like a tide, and a large blockbuster rain came. [Wuhu, I''m here! It''s finally the second rating, I''m so nervous! ¡¿ [My God, the people in the hall are really less visible to the naked eye, the newcomers are so miserable, some wax. jpg] [This personal show is really extremely difficult. It''s absolutely impossible. I watched him in the live broadcast room of Azan in black. Is he actually a bodhisattva? ¡¿ [Black Azan, that live room is so peaceful? It seems that I haven''t met the people of the temple. The curse squad and the night clan in the next site were torn apart. I remember that their copy seems to be all the newcomers dead.] ¡¾what? The one upstairs is still called fierce? You guys didn¡¯t watch the live broadcast room of Dazhu Zhuge and Shengzi, their dungeon actually encountered an incomprehensible supernatural being, and a dungeon even had ghosts with different identity cards... if I didn¡¯t If I remember it wrong, it seems that only three people survived in this copy] This speech was like a stone being thrown into the calm water, and one stone stirred up waves. ¡¾? ? ? Did I hear it right, there is no solution? Mao Mao Doubt. jpg] [Fogweed, Nani? ? Unsolvable supernatural existence? ? I rely on this to get S grade difficulty, how could it appear in the first game, what''s the matter? ¡¿ When the thriller trainee competition was in full swing, the endless looping crowd of melon-eating people outside was not idle. Many big data analysts posted straight posts in the forum, and even revealed the system''s settings for the difficulty of the first copy. According to the analyst, the main system is likely to set the difficulty of the individual show dungeon based on the overall strength of the participating trainees. This can explain why the difficulty of a dungeon that does not even have an A-level is much easier than the difficulty of a dungeon that has S-level practice survival. The reason is that there are a total of ten S-level trainees, each of which is located Top strength. In order to prevent the dungeon from being too inexperienced, the system naturally increased the average difficulty of the entire dungeon. By the way, that big analyst also spent the entire first floor analyzing the copy of the mental hospital. The existence of two S-levels shows that this dungeon is definitely not simple, but even so, the unsolvable supernatural existence that appeared at the end is really a bit exaggerated, not to mention that there is still an S-level item in the dungeon. Therefore, the analyst cautiously gave a suspicion that there may be another unknown existence among the participants of that copy. "You said...no one of the survivors found that live broadcast room, would it be¡ª" This speculation is a bit scary, but it is not untenable. The enthusiastic followers rummaged through the list, but they couldn''t find the No.1 live broadcast room. After the main system almost made it clear that no.1 had superior privileges that other levels could not imagine, everyone was wondering if it was the one who used the privilege of no.1 to directly shut down his live broadcast. No one knows. For this speculation, everyone could not help but approve of it. Otherwise, no one can explain why S-level props and unsolvable supernatural beings appear in the first game of the game at the same time. It is not too much to say that it is a dimensionality reduction blow. Just as the barrage and the forum were discussing vigorously, the studio hall finally entered the topic. The gorgeous and grotesque chandeliers began to darken one by one. The lights came on and the light fell from the high dome. The whole hall was plunged into deep darkness except for the bottom step. [F-level trainee rating starts... System scores are being issued...] Suddenly, the trainees with purple F grade badges hanging on their chests had grade letters of different colors on their heads. SABCDEF is sorted according to the colors of red, orange, red, green, blue, and purple, and it is clear at a glance. The people standing on this largest and lowest level, and also the most crowded ladder, are all newcomers without exception. All of them are trainees who neglected to exercise in the real world, and their overall strength is not high, so they took the lowest evaluation in the initial rating. The expectation value given to them by the system is very low, so looking around, the main system scores of F-level trainees are also not high overall, almost half of them are still purple. Many trainees who still took the F grade in the second evaluation squatted on the ground and broke down and cried, and the whole hall was enveloped in a gloomy atmosphere. The mentor evaluation also follows. Most trainees¡¯ mentor evaluations are almost the same as system evaluations. The system gives F level, the instructor is generally F level, there is basically no system giving E level, the instructor gives F level, or the system gives F and the instructor gives E. After the two evaluation letters hovered in the air for a few minutes, they slowly formed a new letter. At the same time, the badges on trainees have also changed. The letters and colors of the badges of the trainees who are promoted are all changed, while the badges of the trainees who stay in the current F-level remain unchanged. Almost one of dozens of F-level trainees was able to get promoted by chance. All of them were happy, and they were incompatible with the hysterical F-levels around them. [The re-evaluation of F grade trainees is over, and the grade evaluation of E grade trainees will start soon] It is difficult for low-level newcomers to break too much boundaries. Just like the F-level reassessment, the highest level of nearly 10,000 people was only D-level, and only a few. Therefore, there is basically no suspense in the lower three levels of rating. Whether it is the audience watching in the live broadcast room, or the elderly in the upper three levels, they seem to be lacking in the initial assessment. For them, these are just appetizers, and the real dinner can only start if they get a C grade. While looking at it casually, someone suddenly asked suspiciously. "Wait, that''s... the red evaluation???" red. Obviously, it is the most noble and top of the seven colors, and it is also the representative color of S-level. Immediately an old man sneered: "What are you kidding me, I have just reached the evaluation of E-level trainees. They are all newcomers, let the main system S-level evaluation, are you afraid that you are sleepwalking?" However, in the next second, he opened his eyes in disbelief. Because in the sea of ??purple and blue underneath, there is really a dazzling scarlet, which splits everyone''s eyes and penetrates deeply. A spark exploded from the barrage. [Fuck, I read it right, an E-level rookie got the S-level evaluation of the main system] ¡¾? ? ? What **** are you talking about, how could it be... Wait... Grass, I''m sorry, I''m talking bullshit! ! ¡¿ [My God, an E-level got an S-level evaluation? The main system is not a bug, right? ¡¿ [I made sure again and again, I quit the live broadcast room and re-entered, and zoomed in several times before I had to admit that... the main system really gave an S level] ...... [No, I¡¯m the only one who noticed that this little E-grade brother looks strangely beautiful! ¡¿ [Attention is to notice, it¡¯s okay to look good, but it¡¯s impossible to give him an S grade just because he looks good at the main system, what are you thinking upstairs] The studio hall seemed to have been put on a rest. Everyone looked at the scarlet that was clustered between the blue and purple like stars arching over the moon, rubbing their eyes blankly. "S-level evaluation? How is it possible?" Many people exclaimed. What is the concept of an E-level newcomer who gets the S-level evaluation of the autonomous system? Maybe they don¡¯t know who the mentor is or the specific criteria for the mentor¡¯s evaluation. But apart from the irregular element of the tutor, there is no doubt that the main system is absolutely the most fair and just, and there is no possibility of partiality. Although the main system controls the life and death of everyone, it itself is more like a set program, cold and ruthless, and half-work in strict accordance with the rules and procedures like a machine. There is no entity, let alone the slightest human feelings. Many survivors have speculated that the main system is likely to be a product of high-dimensional existence, and that is why it possesses the power that is almost a "god" in human consciousness. It is precisely because of this that it is more dreadful to get an S-level evaluation. Because it means that unless it is the E-level rookie who has almost got all the score points presented in advance by the main system. Including challenges in dangerous situations, inferring theories, obtaining props, evaluating the strength of characters... and so on. In other words, people who can get an S-level evaluation from the main system are sitting aloft now, how can they stand to the penultimate level? Not to mention, this is still a newcomer! ! The young man stood there casually, accepting thousands of unexplained glances indifferently. Zong Jiu can easily stand out from the crowd and become the focus and spotlight of people''s pursuit of the beauty and boundless appearance and the color of ordinary people''s eyes. Now, the red letter above his head is undoubtedly a fire for him again. Since the preliminary selection of the game, the row of thrones under the dome has remained silent almost all the time. And now, the silence is finally broken. On the top floor of the entire studio, on the ten thrones that symbolize glory and status, no.5 suddenly turned his head. "This newcomer is so fierce? Maybe he wants to be our colleague." No.5 is a top exorcist, compared to other top survivors with different personalities, it can be regarded as an existence of both sides. He is very strong but has no fixed organization. He often forms a wild team, so he can talk with any organization. no.6 sneered, "Colleagues? The number of upper three levels is fixed. If an S level is added, it means that one of us must be squeezed out. What do you want to imply?" No matter who is squeezed down, it is a shame and shame for top survivors like them. Even if you can''t keep your S-class seat, the opponent is still a rookie, who can bear it? The exorcist shrugged: "I don''t mean that, but I think the potential of this newcomer is really scary." The blond son also joined the conversation, "I didn''t expect that he would be the third survivor." "He and you are in the same venue?" no.6 asked. Messiah nodded, still with a compassionate smile on his face, "He is a very funny child. But in the end an insoluble existence appeared in the copy, and we have separated. Now I am very pleased to see him alive. " Among the ten people, the no.4 who has been watching the saint son''s unpleasant snorted heavily, and fully expressed his scornful emotions with his own attitude. They chatted one after another over there, and even the silent high-ranking S-rank silently looked at the white-haired young man. Zhuge, who had been closing his eyes in contemplation, suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes pierced sharply. Unexpectedly...that S-level item was actually obtained by him. Because he was anxious to come back to determine one thing, although Zhuge An was the first to pass the customs, his overall degree of completion in this instance of the mental hospital was not as high as that of Zong Jiu. Zhuge''s dark gaze swept over the scarlet letter on the white-haired young man''s head and squinted his eyes. The S-level evaluation on the white-haired young man''s head was like a catalyst, shaking the entire silent hall. Even the upper three, who had been cold and silent in front of the newcomer from the beginning, fell into a heated discussion because of him. No one is watching him anymore. Everyone is watching him. He is the focus of much attention. "It seems that one of the top ten S-levels is about to translocate, and I don''t know who it is..." "Being pressed by a newcomer is really unwilling to talk about it. What did he do in the first instance, how could he get such a high system evaluation without any special props?" "Who knows, the Son just said that the copy only survived three people, but this can be regarded as stepping on the top of our old man''s head." The A-level trainees are whispering, their expressions are not that good. As we all know, it is impossible for newcomers to have special props. This kind of evaluation can be obtained without special props, and it is considered light to say that an evildoer. "Don''t be so full for the first time. Isn''t this still evaluated by the instructor? If one is an A-level, the direct S may be too exaggerated." Some people said unconvincingly, but the voice was drowned in many waves. More than one person had an idea with him, but it was so helpless. In the F-level assessment, the mentor evaluation is basically the same as the system evaluation. As expected, the most demanding main system can be given an S-level high score, no matter how bad the instructor evaluation is, it will not be worse, no matter how bad it is, at least A. It''s just that who could have imagined that the penultimate level could even break out such a terrifying dark horse. Zong Jiu stood in place with a relaxed posture. He doesn''t care what evaluation he can get, even if he jumps from E-level to S-level, he doesn''t think it is such a thing to show off. After all, he was once the proud son of Buping Qingyun. He is an internationally renowned magician who has already been entrusted with the gods. After breaking his hands, he also fell into the cloud and fell to the bottom of the valley, so decadent to spend his days with wine. After experiencing so many hopeful but finally ushering in despair, it can be said that the Taishan collapse has not changed. The elk is thriving but not instantaneous, and has a stable mentality. Level is not the ultimate goal of Zong Jiu. His purpose is very clear, which is to heal his hand, and then continue his vision of a great magician. The rating does not matter, of course, the higher the rating, the better, because the main system also said that the rating is directly linked to the number of survival points. There are many benefits and privileges, so don''t let it go. When everyone is discussing, the system prompt follows. [F-level trainees are being assessed. The system review has been released, and the mentor evaluation will be released soon] Suddenly, the whole hall became quiet again. This time it was even more silent and deadly, so much so that many people were embarrassed with undisguised astonishment on their faces, and they looked at the white-haired young man in disbelief at another level that emerged from the head. The young man frowned and raised his eyes lazily. In the next second, he straightened the corners of his mouth, and his pale pink eyes were suddenly sharp. Next to the bright red S-level, a more conspicuous purple level quietly emerged. F. In the grade evaluation of his last dungeon, the instructor unexpectedly gave the lowest F grade! Chapter 21: Dormitory for trainees how can that be? ! ! Seeing the shining "S" and "F" above the white-haired young man''s head, silence swept like a tide. Don''t talk about Zong Jiu, even the others are dumbfounded. [The audience who watched the live broadcast of Brother Jiu came and said that the S-level evaluation may be because in the dungeon, he reached some unknown relationship with Zhuge? And after a hammer hit the perverted doctor behind, Ah Jiu took the sheep along and passed the S-level item in the copy. In summary, I feel that it is okay to take an S-level? ¡¿ [Fuck, this white-haired guy got an S-level prop? What''s the matter, what did I miss, dazed. jpg] [What what? S-level props? ? When you said this upstairs, I suddenly felt that he had no problem with the S-level evaluation of the main system, and suddenly choked.] [...It''s terrible, are the newcomers so fierce now (the melon in my hand falls off)] After all, from the perspective of God, the barrage can know more information. When they suddenly realized, new problems emerged. [No, now I know why he can get an S-level evaluation from the main system, but why did the instructor give him an F? ¡¿ [To be honest, I also want to ask this question... It¡¯s impossible to get S from the main system, it¡¯s so low here, it¡¯s obviously not justified] [@һ¥ That young lady who watched the live broadcast] [Come here, here I am. Uh, I''m thinking about the issue upstairs too, but if I have to say it, I feel that it may be because A Jiuyi smashed the npc to death (no mercy). After all, it is an unwritten rule not to hurt the npc in an infinite loop, maybe The instructor gave a low score for this? Thinking] [It''s also possible that the boss of Zhuge helped him. At that time, the boss used S-level props to block the space in the ward, who knows what happened] The barrage was not open, and the discussion in the studio hall became more and more intense. The exorcist said exaggeratedly, "F-rank, good fellow, did this kid provoke his mentor?" The nine thrones were silent. Even No.6, which had always been yin and yang strange before, looked like thinking. So far, no one knows who the ¡®mentor¡¯ in the main system is. But according to their previous inferences, since the mentor evaluation and the systematic evaluation are almost the same, this also shows that the mentor evaluation and the systematic evaluation have a certain consistency, otherwise they will not be so close. But now, the "F" grade evaluation received by the white-haired youth has broken everyone''s usual cognition. The psychic said coldly: "It sounds like the instructor is like some kind of supreme being. It''s interesting. Is it possible that the main system can still be cultivated to be refined?" Everyone thought it was a witty remark, but the black-haired man who had been sitting with his eyes closed lifted his eyelids and pressed a cold sentence. "After the founding of the People''s Republic of China, it is not allowed to be refined." Others: "..." What does this mean? It sounds so **** cold. They remembered that Zhuge was in charge of the Tai Chi gossip plate in the East. When it comes to spirits, it might actually involve human expertise. They squeezed a cold sweat, and said very contrary to their intentions: "Ahaha, Brother Zhuge is really humorous." Zhuge said secretly, everyone had forgotten the previous discussion, and the highest point became as calm as stagnant water again. Instead, the person sitting on No. 2 turned his head and glanced at him for unknown reasons. The voice at the top level paused for a while, but the bottom was still noisy. Even though the re-rating of the entire E-level trainees has ended, the focus of everyone''s discussion is still the newcomer who has taken the polarized evaluation, and continues to glance at it from time to time. "This is really dramatic, who knows that it will end up like this, it''s a shame." "Yeah, I thought there was a dark horse that could kill the arrogance of those old people, alas, I didn''t expect it..." People are half hypocritical, but their faces are full of schadenfreude. "Let me just say, they are all newcomers like us, how can they have such a great ability, it is possible to cheat if it is not good." "Indeed, you see that he looks more beautiful than a woman. Maybe the instructor has seen his true face before giving him an F grade." ...... Among the whispers, the only one who remained unmoved was the one who was at the center of their topic. Zong Jiu stood there, looking down at the green badge on his chest, the big "C" on it was particularly eye-catching. The main system gives an S-level evaluation, the instructor gives an F-level, and if you take the middle value, it will be a C-level, no problem. This round of elimination is F-level, F-level needs to enter the punishment dungeon, so Zongjiu is still a level up, even a little more than E-level. It''s just that Zong Jiu is a little unhappy now. Anyone who tells you that you got a full score of 100 points in the exam, and finds that you are less than 30 points after the test paper is issued, you will definitely be in a bad mood, right? His complexion remained unchanged, and the people beside him did not dare to say anything, only dared to look secretly one by one with his eyes. After the incident just now, the newcomers seemed to have a subtle estrangement from him, and no one dared to come up and talk to him. With the passage of time, the main system has also been reassessed to the A-level boundary. Everyone''s eyes returned to the scene in the studio. Prior to this, only one red S-level had appeared in the entire hall. Fortunately, the excellent A-level trainees did not disappoint. Nearly ten out of less than two hundred people had red letters on their heads. By the way, the evaluations these people get are all that the mentor evaluation is higher than the main system evaluation. There are several main systems that only give A or B grades, but the instructor also generously gives S to show encouragement. Looking at it this way, Zong Jiu felt more and more that he was being targeted. Mentor evaluation. He muttered these words in his heart, lost in thought. This instructor definitely gave him an F grade on purpose. But when Zong Jiu followed this logical clue to search in his mind, he was stunned that he could not find a corresponding existence. After much deliberation, in the first solo show, the most mystery was Sheng Yu. Sheng Yu never came back alive, but this person left Zong Jiu with countless mysteries, which was impressive. The most suspicious death is so easy, top-heavy, as if being cut off suddenly, without any following. As for the other doctor who seemed suspicious...Anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu came back in revenge, and as guessed, he would be deducted points if he injured the NPC. But despite this, Zong Jiu also felt that his hammer was worth it, to eliminate harm for the people, and to make a steady profit without losing money. Besides, he cares about what an NPC is doing, anyway, he will not see him in his life without the copy. Therefore, the root of the problem still surrounds Sheng Yu. While Zong Jiu was meditating, the S-level reassessment was also completed. Without exception, the throne slipped down, and the one above his head was called a red sunset. Until the end, it was no.9 and no.10 that really exchanged positions. The upper seat has not even changed, and the lower level has no usurpation. In fact, the higher you go, the smaller the range of power changes. For high-level trainees, their strengths are not much different from those predicted by the main system. Only when they are thrown together in a sufficiently difficult dungeon, can they easily draw the distance, otherwise the scores will be very tight. [The second round of grade selection is over, the next is the time for the position change of the trainees] Zong Jiu slowly followed the crowd, ascending two steps from the E-level ladder to the C-level ladder. The hall was noisy. Regardless of whether they were promoted or not, the faces of trainees who had not fallen to the F level were full of joy. At the same time, the contrast is the people with purple badges on their bodies. They looked depressed, cried and cried, and were hysterical. [The punishment dungeon is being opened...] After the trainees of other levels got their positions, the F-levels, whether they wanted to move or not, were forcibly transferred by the main system, and disappeared into the studio hall out of thin air. Now the lowest level of the entire hall becomes E. While E-level trainees were rejoicing that they had escaped, they also began to worry about what to do in the next game. If they didn''t advance in the next dungeon, the eliminated F grade in this game would be their destiny visible to the naked eye. [Forced transmission has been completed] The cold system reminder resounded through the hall. [The second round of copies will be opened three days later, and random copies will be distributed according to the results of this grade classification. It is strictly forbidden for trainees to privately exchange information obtained by grade advantages or conduct trading transactions. Once discovered, severe punishment will not be taken] Intelligence refers to the advantages of trainees of different classes. Zong Jiu had heard the gossip before. It is said that the S-level trainees can know the background and venue of the next dungeon in advance, and the high-level S-level can even choose the dungeon by themselves, and the authority is beyond imagination. The more advanced trainees, the more information they can learn, so that they can make more preparations in advance. But C-level trainees like them can only smear their eyes and leave it to their fate. According to the post-match settlement of Zong Jiu''s current C-level trainee status, he can only get two thousand survival points. If his hand is injured in the dungeon of horror, even if it is broken or more severely injured, it can be restored with one key with just five hundred points. But the injury of Pian Zong Nine is brought from reality, so according to the rule of infinite loop, the points have to be doubled by five times. In addition, Zong Jiu was a bit greedy. Since the infinite loop provided this condition, he wanted to strengthen his hands by the way. It would be great if he could return to his highest level as a great magician. Trainees are now divided into elderly and newcomers, and the strength and experience of the two groups have been greatly separated. After the screening of the first copy, the main system should provide them with a platform that will not allow the newcomers to stagnate or widen the gap. After all, the purpose of the system is never to send the newcomers to death. It is the survival of the fittest. While Zong Jiu was pondering, the main system revealed the schedule of activities to be carried out during the three days between the dungeons. [In order to give newcomers more opportunities and to promote the feelings of trainees, during the intermission of the two copies, a special scene will be opened in the north area of ??the trainee dormitory: Las Vegas Casino] [Practices can participate in various activities in the casino during these three days and earn more survival points] [Survival points can be exchanged for some special items in the casino''s limited-time shop, or directly strengthened to improve the survival rate of the next instance] There was an uproar in the hall. Undoubtedly, this "Las Vegas Casino" opened in the mouth of the main system is a precious opportunity for every newcomer. It also has a fatal attraction for the elderly. Because in the infinite loop, the only way to obtain special items is the horror copy, and the probability of the output quantity is still pitifully low. But now, the main system directly gave them a way to redeem items for survival points, and many old people who were short of items on their hands were gearing up, wishing to rush into the casino now and have a good time. Just when everyone was in a heated discussion about Las Vegas. Suddenly, there was a chilling voice from the upper level. Gradually, this voice came and went one after another. As a result, in just a few seconds, the entire lower-level newcomers stopped discussing one by one and looked up suspiciously. Behind the throne at the highest point, someone hummed an eerie and untuned song, and the toes of their leather shoes stepped on the endless darkness that swarmed up. [Fuck, fuck, fuck, is it what I guess! Is that coming?] [Ah ah ah ah, he is here, he is here, the man who made me want to go through the list of live broadcast rooms for a day is here] [This should be the first time I saw this person¡¯s true character except for the video on the forum at the time, alas, I¡¯m complete] he came. The man wore a neat black suit with half-length black hair tied behind his head. The bow tie of a white classic shirt was neatly folded. There was a red rose covered with dew and budding in his chest. There was a golden pocket watch in his pocket. The cold chain hangs down, graceful and noble, concealing the madness inside, seeming to be waiting to be dressed up for a grand palace ball. His face was cut by a red gold chandelier into several distinct pieces of light and dark. The bright, clean and flawless, perfectly resembles Gabriel, the most proud of creation under the seat of God, the seraphim; the dark one seems not to look straight into the abyss, as deep as the cold and twisted fallen angel Samael in hell. This face perfectly blends the holy divinity and the maddening demon, with a child-like look, and possesses the terrifying and terrifying power of the devil. There is no disobedience in life, but fear and surrender. He walked step by step, each step making the darkness behind him even more two minutes, and beyond his slender fingers, the transparent silk thread flew and spun and fell into an invisible space. Everyone is watching him. Countless survivors have undisguised enthusiasm in their pupils, and their heads hang down like worshipping. [Welcome to the scene, no.1] The system speaks plainly. no.1! The newcomers exchanged shocked eyes with each other, watching the man slowly sit down on the highest and most central throne. "Yean, everyone." no.1 The voice is low and low, and anyone with a discerning eye can hear the lightness contained in it. He clasped his fingers and pressed his white gloves in the air, and the studio really followed his instructions, and the audience fell silent. Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes. Just a moment ago, he could feel a tremor in his back, as if someone was scribbling across him inch by inch with the viscous and sharp sight of a viper. Familiar eyes. A bold conjecture emerged in his mind. Chapter 22: Dormitory for trainees Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. There are countless topics that have emerged in the second grade evaluation. Before there were E-level trainees who were shocked to get the S-level evaluation, no.1, which has not been seen for a long time, finally appeared. No matter which one you pick up, it can easily become the focus of discussion among the trainees tonight. Before the end of the assembly in the studio hall, the main system announced that for these three days, luxurious dinners will be held in the panoramic restaurant on the second floor of the dormitory. Trainees can enter the venue regardless of level. Although everyone eliminated their physical needs after becoming a horror trainee, who is not greedy? What''s more, they are still in such a desperate environment where they don''t know when they can live. It is precisely because of this that everyone is more willing to indulge themselves in alcohol and relieve stress. After the rally, almost all the trainees crowded to the restaurant downstairs. The white-haired youth looked up at the bustling crowd coming downstairs, and silently chose the way upstairs. He can also be regarded as getting the admission ticket for the upper three levels. Although not soaring to the sky and ascending to the throne as others had speculated before, Zong Jiu was also one of the very few newcomer trainees who reached the upper three levels in one fell swoop, and was the hottest among all newcomers. The dormitory for C-level trainees is located on the fourth floor of the dormitory. Looking around, rows of clean and tidy rooms are separated at both ends of the wall. The ground is covered with thick red-brown blankets. The corridors are lined with dense green plants every few steps. The light yellow lights above are coated with a layer of warmth. Exciting tones. If you ignore what kind of place it is, and at a glance, you might think that you have entered the guest room floor of some high-end hotel. The treatment of the upper three levels is completely different from that of the lower three. The E-level sleeps in an eight-person room, and the D-level sleeps in a four-person room. When you reach the C-level, you can directly enjoy the single room, which is still the treatment of a standard star hotel single room. Zong Jiu followed the serial number on his badge and walked to the door of the corresponding room. When I was about to open the door, I heard a sudden rush of footsteps behind me. He flashed to the side without saltiness, and the man rushing from behind didn''t stop the car and slammed into the wall. "Oh shit--" The C-rank old man missed a hit and was about to turn his head, but suddenly he was staggered a few steps with an elbow and fell to the ground. "you......" The white-haired young man stood in place, looking at him condescendingly. The light pink pupils are extremely sharp under the shadow of the bangs, like shallow crushed ice floating. With just one glance, the trainees on the ground froze. "If you don''t want to die, don''t mess with me." With a warning in his sight, he scanned the C-Class standing at both ends of the corridor, and walked into his room without looking back. "boom--" A loud closing door sounded in the empty corridor. After a few seconds, the old man came back to his senses. "Damn, this newcomer is so **** arrogant." "Don''t you just get an S grade? Really when I flew on a branch and turned into a phoenix, drag me a fart." "That''s right, I really should show him some color." That being said, none of the C-levels was the first to be the first bird. The old man who was pushed to the ground by Zong Jiuyi''s elbow was angry that he was making a fool of himself in full view, his complexion was red and white. But I don''t know why, when he thinks of the white-haired young man''s eyes just now, his legs are soft. In the end, he just stood up, kicked the door twice, and walked away cursingly. ...... After closing the door, Zong Jiu threw himself onto the bed with his backhand. Similar to the corridor outside, the inside of the room is not too big, just like a standard room in a normal hotel. Fortunately, this is a single room, which can well protect the privacy of the trainees and also have a little room for solitude. He didn''t pay attention to the provocation of those C-level trainees outside. As long as the old people who come from the infinite loop have a C level or above, there are more than C when they are slightly more capable. It can be said that the newcomers of this level are very powerful, but they are at the bottom of the old people. Not only is Bao Tuan serious, but the strength is not so high. There are also various internal calculations. Originally, most of them just wanted to get off the ground, as long as they were tougher than them, and let these people know that they weren''t a good soft persimmon, these people wouldn''t dare to come out and be the first bird. Zong Jiu didn''t have time to engage with them. What is more important now is- The white-haired young man raised his hand and took out the deck of cards from the system space. The card is dark gold as a whole, and the pattern on the back is black gold outlines the pattern of the eye of God. It is surrounded by various obscure occult symbols. The inside is mixed with shiny fine gold powder, which can emit light even in dim places. The light is quite attractive. Zong Jiu spread it out on the bed in a straight shape. A total of 22 photos. Although this is also a deck of cards, it is not the poker that Zong Jiu is best at as a card magic master. There are fifty-four poker cards and eighty-one hand cards, and none of the numerous niche card games in the world meets this number. The name of the prop on the system clearly revealed the true face of the 22 cards under Zong Jiu''s Lushan. [S-level props: Vettetaro¡¤Grand Arcana deck] Zong Jiu: "..." Fortunately, he was happy for a while when he touched the back of the card in the iron box, but he didn''t expect that this was not a deck of cards, but a deck of tarot cards. But he is a magician, not a diviner! ! ! "How do you use this thing... the main system, is there any special use for it?" [Use of props: divination] Do you still want to say this? Zong Jiu was speechless, "Other S-level props have special abilities. My S-level props can only be used for divination?" Obviously, this sentence was not within the authority of the main system to answer Zong Jiu, and the room fell into silence again. After a while, the cold voice of the main system rang in midair. [This S-level item comes with a "Tarot Guide", which has been distributed to the trainee system backpack, please check] Oh, this is right. Zong Jiu took out the pure black tarot guide, sat on the bed, and opened the first page honestly. The main system has taken care of him, a tarot novice very intimately. The accompanying pamphlet is quite easy to understand, and it is a color graphic and text version, which can be called a conscience. After Zong Jiu read the Tarot Guide from start to finish, and touched every card again, he had to admit-- These twenty-two large Arcanas do not have any combat ability, and the only purpose is for divination. But as an S-level prop, if it only possesses the divination ability that all tarot cards have, it would be too tasteless. In this regard, the explanation given by the main system is that fortune-telling with this deck of cards has the ability to spy on the future. "Spy into the future?!" This time Zong Jiu can be energetic. A glimpse of the future means one more clue without a clue. In a sense, although the Grand Arcana has no combat ability, it is definitely worthy of the title of S-level props. "Can you decide the scope of this divination at will?" The main system did not answer, but instead pulled out a cooling bar for him. The above shows that Zong Jiu can now divination three times, and after the three times, he must wait for the cooldown to resume before he can draw cards again. Zong Jiu: "It seems that there is nothing I want to know for the time being. Forget it, let''s test it for now." "By the way, the main system, if I want to heal my hands, how many survival points do I need to spend?" ¡¾Two thousand five hundred points¡¿ "Then if you want to strengthen your hands and regain extreme flexibility, how many survival points do you need?" [Five thousand survival points are needed to strengthen once] The system even gives a friendly reminder [current trainee¡¯s account balance: two thousand points] "Don''t let the restriction be so dead, what if I don''t need to heal it directly, but only need to restore my hand to the peak level in a short time?" [Yes, but the required survival points are extremely expensive, it is not recommended for trainees to choose this method] "It doesn''t matter." Zong Jiu shrugged, moving his inflexible fingers, "It only takes three days." [2000 points can be redeemed for normal recovery within seven days or enhanced recovery within three days] The white-haired young man thought for a moment, "Then three days." In fact, Zong Jiu could also choose to take a gamble first, earn 500 points, and then recover his hands first. Three days is exactly the time limit for the opening of the Las Vegas Casino. If you directly choose to treat your hands with two thousand five hundred points, you can only restore it to the level of a normal person. And all magicians have no tricks in their hands. They all come from practice from childhood to adulthood, day and night. For example, Zong Jiu, when he first practiced magic, he exercised his eyes without blinking every day, and went to bed with cards in his hands every day, in order to exercise his flexible muscle memory. What can such exercise bring? For example, during Zong Jiu''s performance, he threw a pile of cards directly into the air, and when fifty-four cards were scattered, he could directly draw any card face the audience said. It can make the audience confused whether it is his hand speed or the degree of magic. In these three days, as long as Zong Jiu''s hands can be restored to the level of his original magician, he can let everyone understand the consequences of putting a magician playing card magic in the casino. Even if the card master sits in front of you with ten cameras facing him, slowing down several times, most of them will not be able to catch the traces of him. You know, in the world of Zong Jiu, Las Vegas, the gambling city, almost had a "Magician Zong Jiu and Dogs Forbidden to Enter" at the entrance. It is rare that Zong Jiu''s reputation has not fallen to that point after he wears the book. If he can gamble as much as he can, he will run away. Betting on dogs will never admit defeat. He doesn''t want to be safe, he wants to play a big ticket. Zong Jiu watched the points in his system balance be cleared. In the next moment, a hot current suddenly surged from his fingertips, miraculously flowing through those veins that had been necrotic for many years, and followed the blue blood vessels into the capillaries, so comfortable that he couldn''t help but sigh. The enthusiasm lasted for more than half a minute before it gradually returned to calm. [2000 points have been paid, countdown for three days, start time] The young man''s hands were shaking unconsciously. He picked up the stack of tarot cards on the bed. The dark golden cards fluttered and jumped at his fingertips, standing lightly on the fingertips one by one, and then flew into the air in the next moment, spinning down, and was easily held by Zong Jiu in the palm of his hand. Any card, as long as Zong Jiu thinks, but with his fingers gently caged over it, it can be drawn directly from the top with his eyes closed. His hands were shaking. His hands are getting faster and faster. The curvature of the corners of the mouth is getting higher and higher. Even with it, it seemed that the card face was trembling, trembling to welcome the emperor''s short return. This is indescribable, incomparable superb shuffling skills. When the cards were drawn from the palm of his hand, Zong Jiu''s mind naturally projected the deck of cards into his own mind in 3D. In the following time, no matter how the cards are shuffled, as long as he passes his hand, he can accurately tell the position of any card. Zong Jiu threw the card into the air, suddenly closed his eyes, and randomly grabbed one from it. While smiling, the young man slowly turned the card over. A man in a robe is standing in front of the altar. Countless sacrificial supplies are placed on the altar. A symbol of infinity, which symbolizes boundless mana, hovered above the man''s head, and he held a magic wand in his hand to point to the sky. He has unlimited mana, he is omnipotent. Major Arcana Number One, Magician. He is back. Chapter 23: Las Vegas Most of the time, the time in the dormitory of trainees is meaningless. Except that the main system will broadcast and gather at 7 o''clock on the morning of each opening of the dungeon, the trainees are free to arrange their own time at other times. Apart from other things, apart from being unable to master this point of his own life, the whole horror trainees are treated well. Except for the dormitory for trainees, which is fixed for everyone, the other facilities in this building are complete. The studio on the third floor is not allowed to enter without incident on weekdays. The restaurant on the second floor is all-encompassing, as long as you can think of it, there is no food that is not available in the restaurant. The main hall on the first floor is even more like a small city. The high dome is replaced with a sky curtain, and day and night cycle alternately. Not only there are landscape areas that are almost the same as the real world, but also the infrastructure, churches, bathing centers, KTVs, playgrounds, super shops, etc., etc., and so on, and they are not Need to spend other points of trainees, bustling figures can be seen everywhere. There is no limit on the opening time of the dinner. The waiter in the tuxedo walks through the crowd with the wine glass. The trainees are drunk, dreaming, and drunk. At midnight, the "Las Vegas Casino" in the main system opened on time. The space in the north area of ??the trainee dormitory began to twist. The door at the end that was so high that you couldn''t see the end was slowly pushed open inward, and a heavy roar sounded throughout the entire dormitory. [Limited time scene: Las Vegas, already opened] [The panoramic camera has been turned on. During the opening period of Las Vegas, all gaming tables will be broadcast live on a fixed-point basis] [The scene will be automatically closed at 7 o''clock in the morning three days later, please redeem your chips before closing the scene] The world behind the door is gorgeous, and the dome of the hall is studded with shining fine diamonds. The fountain at the entrance was made of pure gold, and the crimson liquor was continuously emerging from the flask held by Dionysus, and the air was drunk and golden, and it was unspeakable. The croupiers stood in front of the gambling tables covered with dark green tablecloths. On the ring table further away, the staff of the casino is standing in front of a mountain of stacked chips, smiling like a sculpture. Countless trainees swarmed in, rushing to the gaming table excitedly one by one. "Sorry, gentlemen." There was a sweet smile on the croupier¡¯s face: ¡°Each person needs at least one hundred chips to start the game at the E-level table.¡± "Walk around, go and exchange it quickly." The croupier''s smile dazzled their eyes, and the newcomers left the gaming table one by one, rushed to the front of the central casino staff and patted the table. "How to change this chip? Is it proportional to the survival points? Give me a thousand first!" The staff was expressionless: "Sorry, Las Vegas chips cannot be circulated with survival points. The chips can be exchanged for survival points, and survival points cannot be exchanged for chips." "what?!" The newcomer was puzzled: "Survival points can''t be exchanged for chips? But we didn''t have any money with us when we came in." "Sir, you may have misunderstood what I meant." The staff picked up the table on the table and said, "The chips can be exchanged with what you have. For example, special items, or certain abilities. If you leave the casino with no more or equal chips than when you entered the casino, then the items and The ability will be taken away by the casino for gambling and will not be returned." "I **** Nima, what does that mean." The staff''s words directly exploded in the rookie pile. "The props and abilities you mentioned are all things that old trainees will have. How can we newcomers have it." "Yes! Is this casino a place for the elderly? We newcomers are not worthy of playing?" "What hypocritically said to give new people development opportunities..." "You misunderstood, sir." The newcomers became more and more commotion, arguing around the circular table for dozens of minutes, and then gradually calmed down. The staff slowly said: "It is not only special props and abilities that can be classified as what you have." "In fact, humans have far beyond your imagination. For example, hands, necks, fingers, legs, ears..." In the open pupils of the newcomers, the Las Vegas staff showed a stiff smile. "Aren''t these all the best starting chips?" The live broadcast room after reopening happened to capture this scene. [...Sure enough, I knew that the main system was not so kind] [To be reasonable, isn''t this the basic operation of the main system? We old people are not surprised, I guess these newcomers are scared enough] [Harm, you look at the old man over there without any counsel, he just started betting, in fact, to be honest, the main system will give Las Vegas such a conscience for redeeming special items. It has been kindness for hundreds of years. ¡¿ Just like what was said in the barrage, the newcomers were stunned by these words, all of them panicked and at a loss. If you want to start a bet, the lowest E-level gaming table requires 100 chips, let alone the top S-level unlimited betting table. If you don''t even have the initial gambling capital, you don''t even have the qualifications to start a gambling. The old people glanced at these trembling newcomers with disdain, walked straight forward, and put the props in their hands on the table. "Special props, pledge five thousand chips, thanks to your patronage." The old man doesn''t care about the number of chips. For them, how to increase the number of chips in their hands is the most important thing. Because whether it is directly exchanged for survival points or for special items, Las Vegas only recognizes chips and does not recognize survival points. They have been rolling and crawling in an infinite loop for so many years. Naturally, they know what a golden opportunity the Las Vegas scene is. Apart from other things, just now the old people got together and checked the list of items that can be exchanged in the casino. There are nearly a hundred kinds of items, and they are all unheard of and can only be exchanged in the casino. Among them, the highest item level is straight to A-level, and the price is also affordable. The most advantageous point is that these props can be chosen freely. There are many high-level old people who have no special items in their hands, but they have been idle because they are not suitable for them, and they can''t find a chance to exchange them. Now that I have finally hoped for the opportunity, I naturally have to hurry up. Watching the old people exchange places like a raging fire. A newcomer boldly came up and asked, "Then...how many chips can that kidney change?" As we all know, humans have two kidneys. If you really want to lose an organ, it will naturally come to mind first. "A kidney can be exchanged for a hundred chips." "Only one hundred?!" the rookie shouted. The staff smiled: "The main system really only gives this price, and as long as you win a hand at an E-level gaming table, you can double your chips. This exchange is only relative to the initial wager." "Furthermore, if there is no risk at all, it is called charity, not gambling/gambling." One hundred chips is just enough to make a bet at an E-level gaming table. Everyone was meditating. According to the staff, the lowest level gaming tables shouldn''t be too difficult. If you can''t take this risk, it is estimated that there is nothing to expect for a new copy in three days. The new people gritted their teeth, "Change!" "Then I will use the appendix to change it." "I used tonsils to replace them." ...... They stepped forward one by one, and the staff asked them to sign and draw on the blank paper, and then turned around and handed over the card with the stored chips, which means that the mortgage transaction is completed. The human body has so many organs that will not have much impact even if they are lost. As long as these organs are exchanged, they can easily get the initial bargaining chip. As for whether or not to lose, and how to get the bargaining chip after losing, these are not in the eyes of the newcomer to think. Everyone thinks they will be the lucky one. Just as the trainees were lining up, a lazy voice suddenly came from behind. "An organ can only be exchanged for a hundred chips. Human beings are too cheap in your eyes." The white-haired youth walked slowly from the door. Regardless of appearance or appearance, he is good enough, so good that he can be recognized in the crowd at a glance. The trainees standing in the center of the casino easily recognized that he was the E-level who received the system''s S-level evaluation yesterday. Zong Jiu sneered at the conversation between the staff and the newcomer just now. Human desire/hope is endless, especially in casinos, as long as they taste the sweetness, they will grow bigger and bigger, and the fall will be worse as long as you stand at the end. The surface of any casino is bright and beautiful, but it is actually a place for people to eat. The former Sejong Jiuhui caused such a big sensation in Las Vegas. After all, he can¡¯t understand the dirty routines of casino dealers dealing with gamblers. This fooled the world and became the number one rejection of the casino. not welcome. Zong Jiu put one hand on the circular table. Long white hair slid down his shoulders and fell on the tabletop like moonlight. "It would be too boring to just use one organ to replace it. It''s better to play a big one." The young man raised his eyes, and the light pink color was amazingly bright under the halo projected by the chandelier from the height. "I don''t know how much chips can my life be worth?" The crowd was in an uproar. Let alone a newcomer, even the old man was shocked, looking at him like a lunatic. [Fuck, you just played so big when you came up? ¡¿ [Did this newcomer take an S from the main system, so it floats?] [Did he not understand the rules? If you don''t get more chips when you close the casino three days later than when you mortgage, you will die. Although it is not a big deal to die in our infinite loop, the death in the horror copy is beyond our control. But in the casino, you don¡¯t have to bet anyway, no one can rush up to die, absolutely] Unlike the trainees who talked about it, the staff showed their appreciation. All the staff on the ring table applauded him in unison, and the applause lasted for nearly thirty seconds before it gradually subsided. "You have the courage to bet directly with your life." Zong Jiu smiled and said nothing. He believes that in the three days that the casino is open, countless trainees will come to this end. "Generally speaking, trainees use their lives to bet, and they can get five thousand chips." The staff member said: "But because of the urgent news from the instructor. So Las Vegas will give you an extra 5,000 chips." "The original words of the instructor are: Your beauty and courage are always worthy of praise." It''s a mentor again. Zong Jiu''s heart was surging downwards, but he pressed his handprints on his face in a calm manner. Under everyone''s gaze, he picked up the purple gold card handed over to him by the staff and walked straight towards the gambling pool. Many people followed him secretly. There are those who are grateful for misfortune and want to see him unlucky, and there are also awed and curious, who want to figure out why he is so confident. They all wanted to see what this trainee who was so popular in the second grade rating was doing now. There are six gambling pools in Las Vegas. The open betting chips are 100, 500, 1000, 3000, 10000 and the highest unlimited betting pool. Everyone saw Zong Jiu''s passion for gambling with his life, and thought he was going to a gambling pool of 10,000 or unlimited bets. What I didn''t expect was that this guy took everyone around in the casino. Suddenly he turned his feet, turned halfway, and walked straight to the 100-chip gambling pool. The old **** sat down and said to the croupier-- "Let''s deal." Surrounding the audience: "???" That''s it? We all take off our pants, so you can show us this? ? ? "Damn, is this kid kidding us!" The old man was indignant, "Go away, let me meet him!" For a while, this E-class gambling table was surrounded by water, and everyone wanted to go up and play with this arrogant white hair. "Oh." After the table seats were full, the dealer suddenly announced apologetically: "Sorry everyone, according to the rules of the first player to join the table, this round is limited to three players. Except for the first one. In addition to this C-level trainee, just add two more players." Can only participate in three players? "If it''s blackjack, there can be up to six players. The same goes for Explosive/Gold Flower. Even Shuttle/Ha can play with four players, let alone a bullfight." People whispered: "It seems that the international casino hasn''t heard of the game that only three players can play." After the croupier turned around and revised the gambling table sign, everyone was silent. Because only three words are written on it. Fighting the landlords. Chapter 24: Las Vegas Let alone trainees, even the barrage is "...". [No, I¡¯m stunned to play Fighting Landlords in this exciting large casino] [I was also stunned, dear, this is really a talent, the main system has found a treasure] [I think the most absolute thing is not this, but this Las Vegas can really fight landlords! ! ! ¡¿ [U1s1, in fact, Doudizhu is also a kind of gambling/gambling, but compared to blackjack, Texas Hold''em is not very popular, it is not so exciting to play, entertainment is okay, and it¡¯s not enough to put it on the table. Watched] The trainees onlookers also called out. "Take 10,000 chips, but in the end I went to the 100-chip gambling table to play Fighting Landlords. It''s boring!" "That''s right, looking at the look of this thin skin and tender meat, don''t you know how to play other modes, right?" "At a loss, we thought we just gambled 10,000 yuan, which is not considered a man." Zong Jiu impatiently took a shot at the gaming table: "I am the first player to start the game. Of course I decide what to play. If you want to play anything else, open the table by yourself, don''t fight around here." It was at this time that the trainees who were all around and wanted to join the gambling game finally had a winner. From the crowd, this white-haired trainee was also divided into three, six and nine grades. Two C-levels won the laurels and successfully sat opposite Zong Jiu. One of the C-level Zong Jiu looked a little familiar, this guy''s eyes were full of resentment, and it seemed that he was the one he had educated at the door of the dormitory not long ago. There is no doubt that the two C-level bargaining chips are much more than the lower three-level trainees. Then things are easy to handle. Let go of the gambling and it will be over. "The players are seated and the game is about to begin." A transparent wall of air suddenly appeared around the gaming table, isolating everyone a few meters away, opening a clear boundary. Even if the player is holding the card with his back facing the outside onlookers, the onlookers cannot see the cards in the player''s hand, and even the barrage viewers who cannot communicate with the trainees cannot see the cards, ensuring absolute privacy. The croupier picked up a deck of cards from the table, flipped his fingers, and began to shuffle the cards quickly. Zong Jiu put his hand on his head and watched her movements from his fingers in a calm manner. In fact, he wasn''t doing this alone. Everyone at the table was looking at the croupier, trying to see something. It''s a pity that the croupier shuffled the cards so fast that they almost turned into shadows, making it hard to be seen by the naked eye. Capture. The cards were dealt very quickly. Three cards were dealt clockwise. After a while, the dealer distributed the stack of cards in his hand, leaving only three landlord cards on the table. The three people at the gambling table picked up the cards placed in front of them, lost in thought. The rule of Doudizhu is that after the cards are dealt, the three players choose whether to raise or not according to their own cards. If you want to raise, the player with the highest raise can become the landlord and get three landlord cards that the croupier has not dealt. The other two players form farmers and fight against the landlords together. If the landlord wins, the two farmers will win the common bet, and if one of the two farmers wins, the landlord¡¯s bet will be divided equally. "Now start to grab the landlord. Players with three of spades can call the landlord first." The croupier smiled and said: "The opening chip of the E-level gambling game is 100, and the highest raise is 500 chips, which is the opening chip of the D-level gambling table." Zong Jiu lazily threw out a three of spades, "Then add it directly to five hundred. I want this landlord. Do you have any comments?" There was silence. The C-class sitting on the left hand side of the gray-haired youth clenched his fists. Yi Ruisi felt that she was really unlucky. He holds his own identity as an old man, and wants to give this newcomer a showdown. However, the newcomer who had been promoted from the E-level gave him a severe education under the public. It can be described as a loss of face. No matter where he goes, he can hear the ridicule of others secretly. As a result, he is now sitting at the gaming table, and the cards dealt to him by the croupier are still stinking. Looking at the scattered small cards in his hand, Yi Ruisi gritted his teeth in anger. Five hundred chips is nothing for a C-level trainee, but he just can''t understand the white-haired and defiant look, and wants to poke his audacity. But now it seems that Yi Ruisi drew a stinky hand, holding on to grab the landlord is not worth the loss. Just as Yi Ruisi was discouraged, the C-class on the opposite side suddenly gave him a look. Although it is not possible to communicate in the casino, it is always okay to give eye expressions and gestures. The C-Class calmly slammed the card in his hand at him, nodded again, and showed a sure smile. Yi Ruisi understood immediately. The person opposite is suggesting that he has a good hand. Also, as a peasant, you only need to join forces to win the battle against the landlords. There is always an advantage for two people to work together than to fight alone. Although his own cards are not good, he is behind Zong Jiu and can play cooperative battles with the alliance. As long as I helped my colleagues win, Yi Ruisi also won. [It¡¯s boring, this landlord can only get 500 chips, not even a super double] [I am also thinking about this, Doudizhu really does not have the excitement of Texas. But I just went to the high-end gaming table and swung around. It seems that I can¡¯t fight against landlords, so I can play at E-level.] [Is this reasonable? To be fair, in such a big casino, if everyone fights against the landlords, what is there to see? ¡¿ [But I think this is quite hanging, although I can''t see the cards, but this C-level seems to be full of confidence] "Player number one is the first to raise 400 chips. The table has reached the upper limit and can no longer raise. Congratulations to player number one for grabbing the landlord." Now that the landlord had been born, the croupier turned over the three landlord cards he had pressed. Everyone can see the three landlord cards, namely the black and white imp, the king of hearts, and the jack of spades. "According to the rules, the landlord has the privilege of playing cards first in the first round." The sect master raised his eyebrows, added them to his fan card, and threw a card backhand. The onlookers stared at it. It was the youngest three of spades that was thrown out. "The first single card, is it possible that the landlord has big and small ghosts in his hand?" "I think it''s possible, but it''s also possible that there are no three cards to bring a single card, and there is a little ghost in the landlord card. If the landlord gathers big and small ghosts, it will be safe." Since Zong Jiu had three of spades, the other two followed up with the single card. By the time Zong Jiu was played in the second round, the card had already been added to 10, so he took that **** for granted. The landlord card is given. The C-level opposite gave Yi Ruisi a wink. Yi Rui thought about it and threw a 2. In the rules of Doudizhu, except for the big and small ghosts, 2 is the biggest card. As long as this card is played in the early stage, it can usually be defeated for one round. Unexpectedly, the white-haired youth directly launched a card. The clown on the black and white card is cracking his mouth and laughing. ¡¾? ? ? You have a kid so early? I feel that the landlord may have big and small ghosts. If the big and small ghosts are in the hands of the landlord, they will usually be disassembled in the early stage.] [But it is also possible that the landlord has no big or small ghosts, he just wants to use this little ghost to try out other people''s big ghosts? ¡¿ [If both big and small ghosts are played or are in the same hands, then the biggest card on the bright side is 2] Class C frowned. He squeezed the big ghost under his palm, thinking very much in his heart. Although he couldn''t see the cards, he could see that the landlord had just played three cards in this round of play, and there were seventeen cards left in his hand. Seventeen cards, the big deal will let him play again. He wouldn''t be able to beat them with seventeen cards! "Over." He hesitated and waved. Zong Jiu showed an unexpected smile and shook his sleeves calmly. Then... a single card was played in the backhand. "Why keep playing single cards? Isn''t this landlord right?" "Is it because this hand has too many loose cards? But it''s not easy to say, if the landlord demolishes the king and the king, it is indeed the dominant player." Obviously, the landlord kept playing single cards like this and finally annoyed the C-Class with the big ghost in his hand. When Zong Jiu made a 2 in this round, he finally knocked out the big ghost that he had been holding in his hand. Zong Jiu bends the corner of his mouth, subtracted one card from the C-level hand in his heart, and pushed out four cards. Four Kings, bomb/bomb! Bombing/bombing can blow up a single trump card, unless there are big and small ghost king bombs to overwhelm the bombing/bombing. Oh shit! You shouldn''t have surrendered the landlord to him! Unexpectedly, those three landlord cards would be able to collect a bomb/bomb for him. Yi Ruisi''s intuition was a little bad, he grabbed the card in his hand, and looked at the bad face of the C-rank on the opposite side. It''s okay, the landlord should still have ten cards in his hand. The next second, the young man held his head lazily and threw a straight. The cold sweat on the heads of the other two at the gaming table grew stronger. There are three more cards. Zong Jiu made a pair of Aces without salt. The C-rank mad on the opposite side winked Yi Ruisi. But Iris has no more cards than the Aces. Four sheets of 2, one for the landlord, two for him, and one for the other person. In the first few rounds of single cards, Yi Ruisi had already split the pair of 2s in order to cooperate with his teammates. As a result, he did not expect the little ghost card to come out and missed the opportunity. Later, when he wanted to play a 2 again, the landlord directly launched the bomb/bomb. "It seems that I won." Seeing that no one played any more cards, the other two people were extremely silent. Zong Jiu placed another single card in his hand on the table, shaking his fingers slightly, and stood up straight from his seat. The croupier declared the landlord the victory. "I don''t believe it, you must be an old man!" The C-class threw a few cards in his hand onto the table fiercely. How could it be so coincidental? If he had a big ghost at the time, if he grabbed the landlord, would the situation behind him be completely different? He has a very strong feeling like being led away. Not only was the white-haired prediction about which card he was going to play, but even the card he was holding in his hand seemed to have been clearly seen from the beginning. The most terrifying thing is that this person even grasps what they think is not bad! [Damn, is this person stupid? How can the landlord come out?] [Yes, it''s fair to fight the landlord, you know when three people have a pair of cards] [Speaking of the issue of the old thousand, the notice board just hung up on the main system does not seem to mention the question of whether or not the old thousand can be issued] [Back upstairs, I really didn''t say that you can''t tell the old one. I wonder if this is some kind of default unspoken rule of the main system? After all, being a lao is based on ability] [Generally, you have to have evidence for being a thousand-year-old, so it''s just incompetent and furious to say that someone else is a thousand-year-old directly] The white-haired young man who was about to leave with his hands in his pockets raised his eyebrows and turned his head and made a "please" gesture. This Zong Jiu really didn''t show up, no, or he just did an experiment. Just now he had his hands on his back and swaggered around the entire casino, but he didn''t really take everyone shopping like a young master in the garden, as others had guessed. In the middle, he fumbled left and right to see, and successfully walked a deck of cards. The suits of cards used in Las Vegas are all the same, which makes it easy to play. So during the period just now, Zong Jiuzen casually started the basic operation of card magic: changing cards. He didn''t change the size of the cards, and didn''t move anything else, just exchanged the cards dealt by the croupier with the cards he brought in. All other operations were based on the fact that he saw clearly the croupier''s shuffle, and then calculated the cards in the other two hands in his mind. During Zong Jiu''s crazy exchange of cards, the main system was as quiet as a chicken. No matter how clever Zong Jiu''s technique is, it is still difficult to hide a high-dimensional existence. But since the main system doesn''t say it, it''s a default that this is part of the Las Vegas rules. Now this C-level actively proposed to let the main system check, but it could be verified again to see if things were what Zong Jiu speculated. The icy voice of the main system sounded. [Unless the croupier points out cheating on the spot, cheating can be identified, and the main system is not responsible for making such judgments] really. The main system doesn''t care that trainees can''t give birth to a thousand-year-old, it only cares, who has the ability to hide it from the croupier. If you don¡¯t get caught, you don¡¯t call the old one. That''s technology. The corners of the white-haired youth''s mouth became wider and wider. He twirled the golden magician tarot card on his fingertips, waved at the two ugly-faced C-classes at the gaming table, without looking back, holding his 115,000 chips, and walked towards To the next gaming table. The people next to him watched his actions and gasped. Because Zong Jiu went directly to the central gambling pool with ten thousand chips. All is ready except for the opportunity. Chapter 25: Las Vegas The white-haired youth went straight to the central gambling pool. [This white hair is a bit fierce, and he went straight to the gaming table with ten thousand chips] [He has only 11 thousand and five chips in his hand, if he loses at the 10,000 table, he will be GG] [Great, bold, I am optimistic about this spiritual guy! ¡¿ There was a lot of discussion on the barrage, and the trainees who were standing near the central gambling pool also watched. To start a bet at the A-level gaming table, you must have a minimum of 10,000 chips. In other words, a life is only five thousand chips, and a B-level item is only five thousand. If you want to play a game here, you need at least two props or two lives, which is staggeringly expensive. As the barrage said, losing in this gambling game is really terrible. Players who can bet in the central gambling pool are all A-level and above, without exception. The occasionally scattered other levels are also third-level players. They stood aside and watched from afar, and seldom walked forward. There is no doubt that the white-haired youth who came against the flow of people has once again become the focus. Because of the direction he is walking, because of the green C-class hanging on his chest, and because of his unforgettable appearance. "It''s interesting, you want to come to the A-level gaming table to start a bet?" An A-level trainee watched this scene with cold eyes, "Speaking of which, I just heard that this C-level had directly died at the front desk, and was appreciated by the instructor, and gave him five thousand chips for nothing." "It''s fate? This newcomer is quite courageous." Another A-level smiled, "If you guessed right, he should be the most brilliant one among the newcomers this year." "Isn''t it, how can the S-level evaluation of the main system be so good? Even us..." The A-class sitting by and listening to their conversation suddenly got up from the sofa, "I will meet him." The white man with brown hair and blue eyes got up and walked to the gambling table. The trainees who stood in front of him all the way made way for him. After he left, the other two A-classes on the sofa looked at each other. "Why is Anthony so active today? Isn''t he always by his side?" A-level shrugged, "His Royal Highness seemed to be interested in this C-level before. Before returning to the dormitory, he specifically ordered people to check it. As the only loyal dog of his highness now, it is strange that Anthony does not go up." Indeed, when this highness lost another powerful arm, Vincent, it is not so incomprehensible that Anthony rushed up to show his loyalty. The A-Class snorted and stopped answering, but took a lot of time to watch from the sidelines, intending to watch a good show. There are countless people who have the same thoughts as him. Zong Jiu stepped briskly into the central gambling pool. The decoration of the center gambling pool is extremely luxurious. Because the chips required to start the hand are high, there are only a few gambling tables scattered, one and the other are very far apart, and the open space in the middle is gradually interlaced with luxurious sofas. The fruit snack tower and champagne lounge are not as scattered as the E-level area. In addition to these 10,000-chip gaming tables, there is another gaming table that is even more eye-catching. It is surrounded by the gaming tables of the whole casino in the very center. The crystal chandelier hung on the dome of the gaming table is almost as high as several floors, reflecting the soft colorful light. Numerous panoramic cameras are pointed at this gaming table. Whether it is an endless loop of barrage viewers or thriller trainees in a Las Vegas casino, you can see this bet on the screen in the live room or inside the casino. The situation on the table. It is the famous unlimited betting table. At the most central gaming table, the chips required to start a hand are all determined by the first banker, and the maximum bet is unlimited. It can be called getting rich in one round, or losing underpants in one round. From any area in Las Vegas, you can see the battle at the central gaming table, so few trainees dare to go up and interrupt. Zong Jiu''s line of sight paused briefly at the very center. The seven people around the center gaming table, without exception, are all S-levels on the top of the trainees. They have now added up to the reserve price of 50,000 chips in this game, and the battle is fiercely staggering. When Zong Jiu looked over, the black-haired man who pressed the card onto the table looked up as if feeling it. Facing the gaze of the white-haired young man, his long, narrow black eyes slowly narrowed and nodded at him impenetrably. Zong Jiu: "..." He always felt that Zhuge''s secret laughter was quite metaphorical, and even made him a little flattered with a sense of horror. Thinking of the act of detaining someone in the psychiatric hospital dungeon by taking advantage of the trend, it is probably not a good phenomenon. The white-haired young man also returned with a polite smile, his gaze flicked from the blond saint next to Zhuge An, and fell back to the A-level gaming table below. What he didn''t notice was that another man with dark gray hair just raised his eyes at this moment, and his dark red pupils swept over thoughtfully. Having been shut out of the casino for so long, even if his hands are now in a better condition than during the peak period, Zong Jiu is still a little handy. Fortunately, he just seemed to relax his body, but in fact he didn''t stop his fingers for a moment, and it was a rare experience to find his hand. His goal this time is very clear, whether it is to use his life to resist, or carefully test, and then go directly to the most central gambling pool... Behind the seemingly reckless and impulsive behavior is absolute confidence in his own strength. After winning a hand at the 10,000-chip table, Zong Jiu intends to go directly to the no-limit table and play big ones. It is best to make a lot of money when everyone relaxes their vigilance. . Standing by the gambling pool, the waiter wearing a black and white tuxedo confirmed with him: "A-level gaming table requires a minimum of 10,000 chips to enter." Zong Jiu raised the Purple Gold Card in his hand, and under the guidance of the waiter, walked to the gaming table. Unlike ordinary croupiers with white shirts and black vests at low-level gaming tables, croupiers at high-end gaming tables wear more formal uniforms, with dark red skirts and neatly folded silk scarves. Only a stiff smile is exactly the same. The trainees in the central gambling pool were not obvious, but in fact they were secretly watching the white-haired youth''s entrance. When Zong Jiu sat down, there were already five other players on the gambling table. They leaned on the backs of their chairs one by one, with obvious arrogance on their faces, squinting at him, the C-class seated among the A-classes. Among them, the abnormally white white man knocked on the table: "How do you let a C-level enter? Our table has just raised 20,000 chips." "If you guessed correctly¡ª" Anthony''s dark red green eyes looked over, and he didn''t mean any hostility on him. "He only has 10,000 chips in his hand, so he doesn''t even have the qualifications to be at our gaming table, right?" The waiter behind the white-haired young man hurriedly whispered: "Sorry for the guest, this table is playing De/Zhou/Pu/G. The dealer has raised the chip to 20,000. May I ask you to go to another table Start the game, or continue to exchange chips temporarily with me?" The central gambling pool is equivalent to the VIP area of ??the entire Las Vegas, where each player will be assigned an exclusive waiter when entering, to ensure that each player can redeem in time when there are not enough chips. This saves the time of queuing at the front desk to redeem and start the game quickly. Good guy, it looks like I want to give him a slap in the face. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows as he watched the betting gazes coming from all directions. If he had to use a bargaining chip, he couldn''t temporarily mortgage his S-level props. Anyway, as long as you get more chips than before before the casino closes, the props will not be taken away. He turned his back and talked to the waiter in a low voice. [It seems that these A-level bosses are determined to give the newcomers a bit of power] [In fact, it is normal. Think about it. Yesterday, there were fewer than ten trainees who received a single S-level evaluation in the entire A-level. An E-level suddenly took the S-level of the main system. They wanted to kill him. Is it normal?] ¡¾normal? They''ve really passed it like this, and if they lose, they will just die.] [It¡¯s good to get used to, the old rules of infinite loops. It¡¯s okay that it was difficult to meet in the dungeon before, but now they are all participating in the draft. Normal behavior] [That is, the survivors are not doing charity. This is originally a competition full of competition and everyone is the enemy. Upstairs, I saw a newcomer who had just entered the infinite loop not long. Your life is in the hands of the main system. Do you expect others to be fair to you? Have you seen how the capitalists told you about fairness when they squeezed you? ¡¿ Infinite loop has always been a place where the weak eat the strong, cruel to the weak, and enthusiastic about the strong. If you don''t show enough strength, no one will look up to you. The people at the gambling table watched indifferently. Everyone is watching jokes here, and no one will go to a 10,000-chip gaming table. This C-level can either find a way to make up 20,000 chips, or he can only get out of it. It may also be that this dismissal is not enough, and another B-class standing on the sidelines suddenly speaks. "Not enough chips?" His dirty eyes slowly swept across the beautiful face of the white-haired young man, "If you are willing to let the big guys play together, it''s not impossible for everyone to help you with this bargaining chip." There was a roar of laughter from the crowd watching at the gaming table. "How about? Not bad, ten thousand chips can be equivalent to two lives." "Don''t say it''s good, the most expensive top brand can''t enjoy this price." Although the sallow-faced B-class opened his mouth at Anthony''s sign, his eyes on the youth became more and more arrogant. At this moment, the waiter turned around and respectfully opened the stool in front of the gaming table for Zong Jiu. The white-haired youth threw the Zijin card in front of the croupier. The card traversed a beautiful arc in the air, and landed in front of the croupier unbiasedly. The electronic frame that emerged showed that there were 30,000 credits left in the card. Thirty thousand! The onlookers were all taken aback, showing a look of disbelief. Obviously just now, this white-haired bargaining chip was only in his early ten thousand. How could it be 30,000 in just a few minutes? ! The B-class who just spoke outrageously can''t believe it. He watched the white-haired youth whisper with the waiter behind him. I don''t know what Zong Jiu and the waiter said. In short, after the conversation, the young man bent his mouth and moved his elbow slightly. In the next moment, a piece of object that is difficult to be caught by the naked eye bursts through the space like an arrow through the cold air with lightning speed. "what--" With a scream of B-class, he fell straight to his knees, covering the aorta on his neck. The blood dripping from his fingers was madly surging, and he couldn''t even cover it, and it was about to spray into a stream. Behind him, blood stained with the murder weapon was lying quietly on the carpet. The clown on the ghost card grinned, the bright red at the corner of his lips and the blood on the edge of the card melted together, adding a bit more fascinating. It also makes the mouth of the man who manipulates the doll silk in the endless dark space expand. Everyone was shocked by this scene. As we all know, although the main system did not say, there is definitely a serious penalty for blatantly hurting people in Las Vegas. The waiter standing behind Zong Jiu also spoke at this moment: "According to the rules, no intentional injury is allowed in Las Vegas. Trainees have been deducted 10,000 chips as a punishment." The 30,000 on the card surface dropped by 10,000, and the balance was 20,000, which happened to be frozen under the croupier''s hands as the admission fee for this game. "I hope that every owner can tie up his barking dog." The youth''s indifferent voice slowly sounded: "It''s really expensive to buy a dog''s life with 10,000 chips." "I''m not willing to dirty my hands every time." Chapter 26: Las Vegas Because the main artery was cut directly, the casino staff directly stepped forward and lifted the person from the ground without saying a word. In the follow-up, I don¡¯t know whether to send it to the medical cabin for free treatment, or to wait for the B-level to use 500 survival points to save his life. No one knows. After all, the B-level has already passed out due to excessive blood loss and lost the opportunity to make self-determination. But anyway, this hand really shocked the entire central gambling pool. [My God, how did it do it! ! This is too handsome! ¡¿ [Mom, did this newcomer get any special props, uh, playing cards? ¡¿ [Back upstairs, the main system has basically never set up this kind of offensive props. Generally, there are too many functional props. Even the famous S-level props, the **** dagger capital, only has an effect on the existence of supernatural beings. Such a cruel thing It¡¯s not a prop, right?] [No, how do you explain that this deck of cards can cut a person''s neck open? Can your family''s playing cards do it? ¡¿ [Um... Actually, I guess, that is an ordinary playing card. Because you look at the back, the suits are exactly the same as the suits of the playing cards placed on the Las Vegas table] There was silence for a while. If you use other weapons, it''s a deadly weapon. But this is not a weapon, and it is not even classified as a weapon at all. Ding Tian is nothing more than a toy. It''s just a mediocre playing card. Who would treat playing cards as weapons? But just now, in full view, this thin playing card pierced the sky and directly pierced the neck of the B-grade trainee. The aorta was cut open, blood flowed like a shot, and the scene was extremely shocking. However, the young man sat safely in front of the gaming table, his pale pink eyes gleaming, and his expression was lazy. Everyone''s eyes couldn''t help falling to his slender, well-defined hands, like plain white jade porcelain. Who would want to know that this poker card thrown by both hands could kill a few minutes? Everyone who realizes this is cold behind their backs, and the look in their eyes finally brings some fear. Because of the premise of being a newcomer, and because of the two disparate ratings, Zong Jiu, who was out of the limelight, incurred a lot of inexplicable hostility and malice, and there were countless people thinking of watching him fall. But the infinite loop has always been in awe of the strong. Only the strong deserve respect. At the central gambling table not far away, the exorcist tweeted: "This newcomer should have partially strengthened his hand. Seeing that this strength is not only strengthened, it is also a practicer." In their eyes, it is naturally impossible to fail to see it. The scene just now has little to do with the playing cards, but the demands on the opponent''s wrist are quite high. Theoretically speaking, only by finding the right angle and strength, even thin paper can be turned into a deadly weapon, killing people in an instant. In the infinite loop, it is not a trainee who has not taken the path of hand strengthening. He is still an A-level, one of the core members of the curse squad. The special ability is to use the method of piercing a voodoo doll to detect resentment or additional attacks. "It should be that he has strengthened his hand to a high level, and he is still far from the top level. But speaking of it, where does he get so many survival points? Is this a credit to the main system?" "Huh? What a joke, if the main system can open up this business, I would still be here to squeeze my feet? Most of his time limit enhancements. However, I am more curious about how his extra 20,000 chips are returned. As we all know, only S-level props are the only ones who add 20,000 chips out of thin air. no.6 After talking about Chase, throw the cards on the table: "Bye bye. I''m boring, I won''t play anymore, I can''t count you." There is no suspense at the central gaming table. Once Zhuge An gets serious, none of the seven S-levels present can play with him. Unfortunately, he looks really good today. They just tried the water and played a few hands. Except for two occasions when Zhuge folds early because of his lack of luck, they haven''t been able to get a chip from the iron cock. Not all of the ten S-levels have arrived. no.1 The adult was so fascinating all year round that he showed up and disappeared during the second rating. Fan Zhuo of no.2 and Zhuge of no.3 are secretly there. There are two other S-levels. I know that I came here to bet the cards to give Zhuge secret food. I walked around in the morning and left. I guess I went to the A-level. Try your luck in the area. However, it is not a simple character that can get S-level judgment from the main system. They may all have a backpack with special props. In addition to special props, there are many rare materials that can be exchanged at the front desk, not to mention some of the big power leaders, with hundreds of thousands of chips for them. Just blinking casually, even if he loses 50,000 on the spot, he will not change his face and his heart will not beat. Compared with those low-level trainees who still need to sell their lives in exchange for 5,000 chips, it can be described as death due to drought and flood due to waterlogging. The people around the gambling table left the field one after another, Zhuge also spread out the cards in his hand, picked up the cards on the table and got up. "Oh, old ghost, he finally left." The exorcist pushed Azan in black next to him, "Why don''t we drive one?" Azan in black curled his eyebrows, and glanced at Zhuge''s back, which was going away. "Okay, let''s find an A-level empty table solo, it''s boring to have many people." #### On the other side, Zong Guru God was sitting on the ground. After the croupier froze the chips in everyone''s cards, the routine began to shuffle the cards. Texas Hold''em is played at this gaming table. The number of players in Texas Hold''em games is generally around two to ten people. After the blinds, the croupier will deal two hole cards to everyone and then start the first round of raises. After the raise, five community cards are drawn in turn, during which there will be two rounds of raises. After the five rounds of community cards are opened, the two cards in the player''s hand and any three community cards form five cards to make up the largest deck of cards, and then compare it with other players. Although the name of this casino is Las Vegas, it is not a real-world Las Vegas casino after all. There are many rules in it that are somewhat different from the poker that Zong Jiu played in reality in his previous life. For example, the croupier is responsible for supervision, or for example, the way of betting is changed due to the limitation of the table chips. But in general, the way of playing cards has not changed, and you can still play tricks by your ability, then it''s fine. The highest bet at the table was the white man Anthony, who directly added the original 10,000 chips to 20,000. That is, 10,000 antes and 10,000 raises. Zong Jiuyi looked at his appearance and knew that this person was probably of the same race as Vincent of the first copy of the original text. Vincent in the copy of the mental hospital simply survived in people''s mouths. He only heard the name but didn''t see him, and he didn''t even see him at all. Zong Jiu guessed that Vincent was too arrogant at the beginning, and went straight to the second floor of the negative. As a result, he was thrown into a different space because of his solo action. Later, he was given a sacrificial knife by the incomprehensible spiritual existence wandering in the different space. Now, there is no news. In the original description, Vincent is one of No. 2 Fan Zhuo''s right-hand man, and a half-blood of the Night Clan organization. First embraced by the higher-level vampire npc in the horror dungeon, the more pure the half-blood lineage transformed, and the more noticeable the characteristics of vampire. It is said that Fan Zhuo, who was transformed by the blood prince himself, had completely turned his pupils into a dark red like blood. And Anthony, who was sitting across from him, had his green pupils clearly mixed with red, and his skin was so pale as lifeless wax, he was extremely sick, and he looked like a standard half-blood. If Zong Jiu was right, it was Anthony who signaled the B-Class to provoke him before. It''s weird. He didn''t have any conflict of interest with their half-bloods. Such a sudden temptation is really a bit suspicious. Just as Zong Jiuwu was meditating, the croupier''s card was finally issued to him in a clockwise direction. The white-haired young man bends the corners of his mouth, concealed his fingers on the table, gently covered a corner of the card, and raised his hand to look at his hole cards. This action is very common. The first action of almost all players after the two hole cards are dealt is to cover the hole cards with their hands and raise a corner towards their position, which is convenient to see the cards and prevent the crowd from being crowded. Others at the table see their hole cards. Among many casino games, Texas Hold''em is a very formal one. It is easy to learn and can be used in ten minutes. It is not only famous worldwide, but also special and regular events. In many movies featuring the king of gambling, it is the absolute protagonist. In many cases, Texas Hold''em is not entirely based on luck. In fact, as long as you understand the rules and practice harder, you can get more information from the opponent¡¯s trend in each small round of betting, and even the changes in the opponent¡¯s facial emotions, and finally use the calculated probability to infer the opponent¡¯s card suit. Combination, choose whether to call or give up. It is precisely because of this that the average players in the international Texas arena all have a poker face before the card is opened, and they will never let their expressions reveal more emotions. However, these were of no use to Zong Jiu. As the croupier continued to deal cards for the person below him, he changed his starting hand to a pair. The probability of a pair opening is only 0.45%. Unless there is a lucky winner at this table, Zong Jiu won''t need to change cards to win. It is worth mentioning that when he changed cards, the croupier seemed to glance at him. The senior croupier and the croupier at the low-level gambling table just now are naturally not of the same level, and the probability of scoring a thousand skills rises linearly. Now that the croupier looked over, Zong Jiu did not shy away, but stretched his limbs and let the croupier look at it. The barrage saw this scene, and there was a lot of discussion. [Speaking of which, there shouldn¡¯t be anyone at this gambling table.] [I don¡¯t know, anyway, if caught by the croupier, the frozen gold will be deducted by three times. This cost is not affordable for ordinary people. I just caught a thousand dollars at the B-level table and deducted nine directly. Thousands of chips, if you cheat at this table, you can get 60,000 deductions] [Hey, sixty thousand, no one would want to challenge a thousand skills.] Just as Zong Jiu thought, the croupier at this A-level gaming table hasn''t had the eyesight to see the trace of a magic master''s card change. Her gaze flicked around the white-haired young man, and then politely closed it back. Having said that, the croupier is still keen. Presumably, at a higher level of unlimited betting tables, it will be more difficult to play a thousand in front of the only purple dealer in Las Vegas. Zong Jiubai knocked on the table of the gaming table boredly, waiting for others to raise. He likes challenging things, the more difficult they are, the more he likes them. It would be boring if the entire casino was easily overturned by him. Motivation is only when there is pressure. At this time, the first round of raising is over. The croupier drew three community cards. Five of hearts, seven of diamonds, and five of clubs. "Raise." Anthony coldly threw a stack of chips. It seems that this half-blood has a good hole card, otherwise the addition of chips won''t be so happy. Zong Jiu glanced at the community cards, shaking his hand, pretending to pick up the card in his hand, and in fact replaced his hole cards with five of spades and five of hearts at a speed that was hard to catch with the naked eye. Five of spades, five of hearts, five of hearts, five of clubs. These four cards can form four cards, that is, four cards of different suits and the same number. Unless there is a straight flush at this table, Zong Jiu will win. Of course, a straight flush also depends on conditions. There are no three cards that can make a straight out of the five public cards. Even if the player holds two hole cards in his hand, it is useless, because the two hole cards cannot form a straight flush. In other words, the probability of a straight flush is as difficult as the sky. Even if there is a probability that it can appear, Zong Jiu can only move his fingers and change the card again. Now, his purpose is only one. There is a rule in Texas Hold''em that at any time, as long as the player feels that his hand is not good, he can choose to fold. If you fold, you can stop the loss in time, and you can leave by leaving an ante. The ante bets for A-level gaming tables are only calculated at three thousand. In other words, if all the other five people at this table fold, Zong Jiu can only get his 20,000 back, plus 15,000 chips, which is equivalent to not earning or losing. So now, under the premise of ensuring that he wins, what Zong Jiu needs to do is to deceive these people, give them enough confidence, let them keep raising and throw more chips. Then, he can happily cut the leeks! There are more and more trainees around to watch. When the central gaming table hasn''t started gambling for the time being, everyone is betting on here. "This C-level rookie is really arrogant. It was just said that he injured a B-level..." "Aren''t you allowed to intentionally hurt people in the casino?" "Yeah, so the main system deducted 10,000 chips from him, but people don''t know where they got another 20,000 chips. After the deduction, we can play another round." "Twenty thousand chips? This is really strange, is it an S-level special item?" "How is it possible, he is a newcomer, where is the S-level. The main system can also exchange a lot of precious materials. Maybe it is a good thing, who knows." The discussion from the outside audience could not be conveyed inside, and there was silence inside the gaming table. All the other people at the gambling table were observing the faces of other people quietly, trying to catch some clues. At this moment, Zong Jiu suddenly waved back. The waiter in the tuxedo immediately took a step forward and bowed his head respectfully. Everyone focused their attention on him. The white-haired young man whispered to the waiter, and the waiter showed a look of surprise on his face. "Of course, we will certainly meet your requirements, sir." Then they watched the waiter trot all the way to the front desk, ran back panting, and handed the booklet to the youth. "What it is?" Immediately at the gambling table, someone yelled, "Outspokenly?" ¡¾what? So blatant? ¡¿ [Even if you pay a thousand, you won¡¯t be able to cooperate with the AI ??waiter] [Still in full view, that would be too stupid, when others are stupid] Not to mention the people at the gambling table, the live broadcast room and the audience outside the stadium are the same. They unanimously stared at the little book with a dark green cover in Zong Jiu''s hand, their eyes full of suspiciousness. "Ah, are you talking about this?" Zong Jiu pretended to have just noticed the look in everyone''s eyes, pinched the spine of the book with one hand, and waved in the air. "This..." The white-haired young man pursed his lips and showed an embarrassing smile. He was completely different from the fierce **** who almost cut a person''s neck just now. "This is my first contact with Texas Hold''em. I don''t know the rules, so I had to hug myself temporarily." With that said, he also raised the "Texas Poker Beginner''s Guide" in Yang''s hand. Surrounding the audience: "???" The question marks on their faces simply broke through the sky. Install! You just pretend! Anthony''s face was gloomy, "Are you playing with us, don''t you know how to go back and play in the mud?" Zong Jiu looked innocent and said, "I just accidentally read the wrong sign and thought you were playing blackjack. I''m a master at blackjack." The trainees at the gambling table have their own thoughts, but no one believes it. They weren''t fools either, how could Xin Zongjiu''s nonsense that he didn''t see the sign clearly. This is 20,000 chips! Twenty thousand! Losing is tantamount to losing one''s life. Someone sneered, "The cards are already dealt, anyway, the hole cards and community cards are fixed, and you can''t run away. Since you''ve played all of them, it''s better to play a big one, Allin." Allin, all in. It means to raise all your chips to the table. "Okay." Zong Jiu readily agreed, pushing the Zijin Card in front of him forward, "I only have more than one thousand left. I''ll finish this one quickly. I''m going to start the game at blackjack next door, don''t delay my time. " Does this guy have a good hole card? That''s why you are so confident? Although the people at the gambling table do not believe it or not, it has to be said that the performance of the white-haired youth is very confusing, which greatly affects their judgment and stirs up the situation. At this moment, the croupier drew another hole card. Plum nine. Anthony squinted. He recalled that he had a hole card of seven of spades and nine of hearts, and his heart was already firm. Of the four hole cards drawn right now, his two hole cards are just enough to make up two pairs with the community cards. This card is drawn, unless someone draws a more special card type, otherwise he will win without fail. Because to be honest, if you want to get a higher probability than his hand, it is probably less than one percent. Since the newcomer chose Allin directly, he gave Anthony a chance. "Oh, pretending to be crazy and stupid." Anthony sneered, then the topic changed. "Since the newcomers are Allin, we old people can''t lose face." He stared at the gray-haired youth opposite with his eagle-like gaze, and threw the card in his hand. Another Allin! Onlookers were all dumbfounded. With the old man Anthony taking the lead, the other A-level players at the gambling table suddenly realized that they couldn''t lose face. For a while, the calls of "Allin" came and went one after another. Only two old men frowned and looked at their cards for a long time, before finally beckoning to the croupier to fold their cards and quit the game. There were four people left at the gambling table, and they chose Allin without exception. Anthony solemnly said, "Let''s open the cards directly." Now that the matter is a foregone conclusion, he also slowly showed a sure smile. Four people, in addition to his 20,000, the other three people also bet 60,000 in the prize pool, plus the two folds with an ante of 6,000. If he wins, at least he can get a jackpot of nearly 90,000 chips, and he really has to wake up in his dreams. Upon hearing this, the croupier motioned the player to turn over the hole cards. The smile on Zong Jiu''s face grew bigger and bigger, and he slowly pushed out his trump card. There was a sound of cold gasping from the crowd one after another. Four! The four below the straight flush! He watched Anthony''s green face and curled the corner of his mouth. "Thank you, thank you, the predecessors are so kind, but they are disrespectful, so I have to laugh at it." Chapter 27: Las Vegas The crystal chandelier under the gold/hall still exudes a dazzling light. The onlookers were all dumbfounded. [Fuck...Wait, why are there four? ¡¿ [My mother, awesome, there are four in the first round, this may be the lucky goose that God favors] [Anthony drove two pairs and failed to win? This probability is no one.] [I am the only one who feels that this white-haired newcomer is deliberately under the set, otherwise Anthony will not be allin directly] [Actually, I just think Anthony''s cards are good, so he chose allin. This is Texas and not a playhouse. Psychological warfare is already a very important part of it. If the slightest error is too far away, would he not understand this truth? Since you lose, you have to take the risk] How could Anthony not understand. His face was sullen, and his face was hard to see that it was almost equal to the dark green tablecloth spread on the gaming table. Anthony couldn''t figure it out anyway. He could hit a special card with a probability of only 1%? Is it really such a coincidence? "The croupier, I want to apply for a card check." He stared at the gray-haired youth opposite. A total of fifty-two poker cards are used for gambling in Texas Hold''em. If you collect all the cards in each player''s hand and check them one by one, you can easily find out if someone has used cheating techniques such as card swapping. The dealer in the crimson jacket shook his head, politely raised a hand, and bluntly rejected Anthony''s proposal to check the card. "Sorry, sir, Las Vegas does not accept this method of inspection." Anthony raised his voice: "That is to say, you are allowed to send out thousands of people?" The professional smile of the croupier is sweet: "Las Vegas respects the strong. If the player has the ability to use a thousand skills and is not noticed by the staff, this is all within the rules." The onlookers were in an uproar. It¡¯s true. When they watched other gaming table games before, they didn¡¯t catch a thousand dollars. Every punishment was extremely heavy. They also deducted chips, and even temporarily closed the gaming table permissions for a few hours. People are in danger. But the croupier''s attack directly awakened them. Yes, only those who are caught out of thousands will be punished, what about those who are not caught? Doesn¡¯t the master system personally end up catching a thousand skills? "Damn, this is fine, isn''t it possible that everyone can pay a thousand dollars?" "Thousands are fine, then you have to have the ability not to get caught." "I don''t know if this white-haired C-level is out. These are all A-level gaming tables. The croupier must not be far behind. Maybe they are really lucky?" "Yes, ninety thousand chips! If I had this luck, I would wake up laughing in my dreams. Hahahaha, it sounds so funny. Just now, Anthony looked like he had a winning streak. What happened? Hey! My face hurts." The crowd on the sidelines discussed in a rush, and there was still merciless laughter during the discussion. Anthony''s cheeks intersect with blue and red. His character was originally irritable, which can be said to be a typical one. Now he suspects that he is being tricked and is even more angry. The white man threw the Zijin card in his hand fiercely, stood up from the gambling table, and strode to the opposite person. The white-haired young man looked at him with a smile, his light pink eyes bent into a beautiful crescent, which made him irritating to look at. Blue veins broke out on the back of Anthony''s hand, and the tips of his nails were stained with a deep and unclear black. For some reason, he always had a hunch that the white-haired young man in front of him absolutely used some unknown method. And he, Anthony, stepped into this trap under the crowd, losing face and being tricked like a donkey. "You **** liar..." The brown-haired and blue-eyed man stepped forward, his chest burning with fooled anger, as if grabbing the front of the man''s shirt. Zong Jiu noticed his movements and took a step back keenly. A poker card suddenly appeared at his fingertips, and the arc of his mouth became interesting. "What does this mean, is it possible that you can''t afford to lose?" "Oh¡ª" He stretched his voice. "It turns out that the second in command of the Night Clan is someone who can''t even lose in gambling." Now, the people next to him were whispering louder and louder. "Want to use public opinion to force me to submit?" Anthony sneered, "Then you are so wrong. I don''t care about winning or losing, but since you dare to fool me, you have to pay the price of fooling." The A-class sitting on the sofa raised his forehead: "Anthony has started." The other B-class is obviously more than guilty, "He is a stubborn guy who adheres to the instincts of beasts, and he always does not accept it, and he does not speak any truth. He is really a barbarian." Anthony''s nickname is Barbarian. If this guy has a temper, he doesn''t care if he is unreasonable, as long as he feels there is a problem, he will serve him directly with his fists, he is anxious and violent, and he will never care about the opinions of others. If the negotiation breaks down, you can only do it. Just as Zong Jiu shrugged and was about to feel what it was like to play against A-level¡ª¡ª Suddenly a cold voice came from the heights. "Anthony, step back." This voice is hard and majestic, very directly reminiscent of a general on the battlefield, or some kind of power with iron and blood. The methods are harsh and will never allow other people to disobey. The man in black and gold military uniform slowly walked down from the central gambling pool, the red logo No. 2 on his chest was very dazzling. The square-pointed nails made by Lao Yin accompanied the bright military boots to make a "beep, bend, bend" sound. Accompanied by the saber hanging from the waist, they shook their hearts in a rhythmic manner. His skin is pale, his face is deep and cold, his gray hair is sharp, and his dark red eyes are proud and sharp. With each step, the rich gloomy bird of prey on his body seemed to be swept out, very oppressive. Hearing this voice, the white vampire stiffened his back, his pupils shrank suddenly, and he knelt directly on the ground. "His Royal Highness." Anthony''s kneeling silenced the audience. In the past, in the infinite loop, the team and the team could not meet each other, and there was no such superior information dissemination method as the main system live broadcast. Therefore, everyone has heard of the night clan, an organization that stands on top of all survivors. Except for the news that the core members of their organization are all half-vampires, the most talked about is the strict and terrifying hierarchy within the Night Clan organization. The survivors in the infinite loop are struggling on the edge of life and death. The more we get to this life-and-death-related situation, the more human beings can evolve hierarchical gaps on their own. Except for those who can do anything to survive, there are countless sordid trades or methods to survive. But even so, it is extremely rare to have a low-level surrender to a high-level night clan in an infinite loop, and this is the only one. [My mother...what the **** is this, just kneel down? No, what is the restoration of the royal family? ¡¿ [It turns out that there were rumors that the horror inside the Ye Clan was real, it¡¯s better to see it after hearing it] [Actually, it''s normal, as long as you have been to the vampire-themed horror copy, you should be able to understand it. Within the blood clan, rank represents everything. From the prince to the duke to the marquis to the earl to the viscount to the baron, the level difference in the middle is insurmountable, and the level is solidified from the first embrace. Since Fan Zhuo is a family member who was transformed by the three-generation princes of the blood family, it is also a four-generation species. In terms of pedigree, he enjoys natural pedigree suppression to the seven or eight generations of Anthony] [Upstairs, the bloodline suppression is terrible. As long as your bloodline is not as high as other bloodlines, let alone your strength, even your mentality will tend to surrender] [Fog grass. Psychological surrender, it sounds terrible, and sure enough, what kind of power you have has to pay for it, tusk tusk] However, even if he knelt down, the man in uniform did not even give the people on the ground a look. Cold sweat oozes from Anthony''s forehead, and he sees the army boots rubbing his shoulders indifferently. Just after the second round of rating competition yesterday, His Royal Highness once told him to pay attention to the white-haired C-level. But obviously, it is too difficult for so many horror trainees to find an existence that has some relationship with this newcomer, so Anthony took his own initiative and got up to test. Originally, his original intention was to give the newcomer an offense, and by the way, fulfill the instructions of His Highness. But then Anthony got angry and didn''t have time to take care of it. He forgot about it for a while. What he never expected was that His Highness would actually end up in person! Remorse and anxiety were intertwined in Anthony''s heart, during which he was also mixed with hatred for the white-haired liar. But now no one cares about his thoughts. Everyone watched the man in the military uniform walk step by step in front of the white-haired youth. The opponent is tall, with the unique advantages of Slavic descent in appearance. It is nearly a head taller than Zong Jiu, which is about 1.8 meters. When standing on the opposite side, it is like a shadow, which can easily make people feel oppressed. Zong Jiu didn''t like to look up at people, and didn''t like to back up. So he sat back in the chair very calmly, playing cards with one hand and propping his head with the other, his eyes lazy, and his posture was relaxed and casual. Obviously, this kind of action caused people around to take a breath. As everyone knows, no.2 has a cold personality and is unique. In the past, he was the one who killed the gods. He dared to do this in front of him. Zong Jiu was really the first one. But Zong Jiu not only did that, he also slowly turned the poker on his fingertips around and spoke first, "Your Excellency is here, is it because you want to get justice for your subordinates?" Everyone was taken aback. [No, he actually spoke first, he actually spoke first? ¡¿ [Whether it is or not... I will give this white-haired warrior a piece of incense] [I don¡¯t think even if justice is recovered, it¡¯s unlikely to be in full view. No. 2 is also the leader of the Night Race anyway. If you lose a card, you lose a card. Can you still have such a bit of tolerance? ¡¿ [I think what the upstairs said makes sense. ¡¿ Having said that, Zong Jiu''s arms hidden under the long sleeves were already taut. The opponent''s body is precipitating the breath of the dead mountain and the sea of ??blood. At first glance, he has really fought on the battlefield. There are countless types of people under him. It is very likely that they have experienced a special copy. Facing the A-level Anthony, he only needs to seize the opportunity. With Zong Jiu''s current hand temporarily strengthening, the outcome of the fight may still be 50-50. But in the face of this man in military uniform, Zong Jiu conservatively estimated that with his current strength, he probably couldn''t do three tricks. To be conservative, Zong Jiu decided not to let the other party grasp the opportunity to speak, it would be better for him to preemptively. "You have thought about it." a long time. After the sharp eyes of unknown meaning were slowly scraped from the white-haired young man, the master with dark red pupils said, "I am here to express my apologies for being lax." There was an uproar. Anthony, who is still kneeling on the ground, screamed in disbelief: "Your Highness¡ª" This time Zong Jiu was stunned. After a while, he put away his playing cards, smiled and clapped, applause echoed in the golden hall. "Your Excellency deserves to be No. 2, such a heart is awe-inspiring." The white-haired young man got up from the gaming table, casually played with the gold card with 90,000 chips at his fingertips, and lowered his eyebrows. "But I don''t like to be misunderstood. Since your subordinates questioned me, we might as well start another round to prove our innocence." The light pink eyes were bent, and they looked at the dark red eyes without shy away, and smiled slightly, "What do you think?" Zong Jiu is betting. After winning the A-level gambling pool, his next goal is the central gambling table. Of course, before entering the central gaming table, he had to find a legitimate reason to play against those S-levels. Otherwise, these S-levels are all self-holding identities and would not be willing to bet against him, a small C-level newcomer. Not to mention that he had to find a few leeks to take advantage of, and a lot of chips were taken out of their pockets. Isn''t this, the bully will be sent to the door? In addition, there is one more thing that makes Zong Jiu especially concerned. He thinks this No.2 called Fan Zhuo looks a little strange in his eyes. This kind of strangeness is difficult to describe in words, with six points of examination, three points of contemplation, and a point of inexplicable meaning. If I have to describe it, it''s like... knowing him before. But how is it possible. Zong Jiu is very sure that he doesn''t know each other. Not to mention that he is still a serious book wearer. So there is only one explanation. That is when Fan Zhuo knew the original owner. This guess is not impossible. After all, Zong Jiu hadn''t even read the first copy of the original text at the beginning, and the original owner received a lunch box shortly after the first copy, and no.2 was not in the copy of the mental hospital at all, let alone met. Thinking a little deeper, with the original owner''s unparalleled appearance, it shouldn''t be an unknown existence in the real world, so maybe the two really knew each other. After all, the main system will block the knowledge about the real world, but it will not block the memory of the interpersonal relationship. If people who know are also dragged into an infinite loop, it is simply not a common thing to recognize each other. While waiting for an answer, Zong Jiu contemplated a thousand times. The two pairs of pupils looked at each other, and he could clearly see the little complexity hidden behind Leng Li in the pupil of the latter. After a while, Fan Zhuo nodded slowly and gracefully, "Why not?" He tilted his upper body slightly, and the two-headed eagle badge on his chest slid down his extended arms and pointed to the central gaming table. "Yes, I''ll bet with you." At this time, the masses who had not dared to get out of the atmosphere boiled again. "Does this mean to gamble again?" "Wait, what''s the situation? It''s not Anthony who gambled again, but Fan Zhuo is going to gamble with him?" "Master Fan Zhuo will personally drive this white-haired C-Class?" "My God, this is a no.2 adult..." Zong Jiu smiled slightly, straightened his back, and walked across the bustling crowd on both sides, looking up at their crowd with awe, like Moses splitting the Red Sea, and went straight to the luxurious gaming table located in the center of the golden/hall of Las Vegas. However, in the next moment, there was another silence under the dome. Because in the main seat at the end of the gaming table, there is already a person seated. The man was wearing a black suit, the white shirt and scarves in front of him were neatly folded, and the roses on his chest were covered with night dew. His handsome face was cult and sly under the light, and the phantom lingering in the dark under his feet wandered indefinitely. "Damn." The devil squinted his eyes, and his dark golden pupils firmly landed on the white-haired youth. He licked his lips, and the smile at the corner of his mouth widened, shuddering as if a child found a new toy. "Do you want to play a game? Why not add me." Chapter 28: Las Vegas Opposite the center of the highest painted dome of the Golden Palace is the highly anticipated central gaming table. The entire Las Vegas gaze was focused on the screen facing the central gaming table, as did the audience in the off-site live broadcast room. Exclamation, puffed air-conditioning, murmured...one after another, endlessly. [My God, it''s that lord¡ª¡ª! ¡¿ [Ahhhhh, I¡¯m already incoherent, I only know that I moved Shu¡¯s hands to take a screenshot] [Just cut out and took a look at the forum, the forum has all been blown up, rushed to the live broadcast room, oooooo, fortunately to catch up] This is the first time all the survivors have seen this adult in such a close place. no.1, devil. No one knows his real name, the only thing everyone knows is this code name that is already in the infinite loop. How terrible he is, no one dared to make an accurate conclusion, because as long as the rumors involving the two words "demon" are all legendary, so that they can climb to the supreme altar and only make people look up. Few people have actually seen him, and everything exists only by word of mouth. The only thing left for the survivors is their unshakable scores in the horror dungeon, as well as the action mode that never distinguishes the enemy and ourselves, and the mysterious trajectory. Everything was hidden in the gray mist, with indescribable fear. In the extreme environment of the infinite loop, where all members are strong, countless people have followed him, worshiping him as their god, the creator of the new era, and following him fanatically. This kind of deformed worship and Mu Qiang even made these followers an existence similar to a cult/religious organization. Willing to give his life for it. But it is clear that all this is a spontaneous organization. As the no.1 devil himself, he has never expressed his opinion on this. Also, with his level of existence, he doesn''t need to create his own power or attract followers like other people. No need, let alone disdain. But precisely because of this, the attitude of such indifference and contempt for everyone like an ant makes the followers more and more enthusiastic. The man sat in the spotlight, half-length black hair tied behind his head with a scarlet hair band, sliding down the shoulder of the suit diagonally. An extremely contradictory dark and cold aura precipitated on his body, walking a tightrope like a tightrope walk between the boundaries of elegance and madness, like a black hole in the universe that could annihilate the light, easily grabbing the sight of others and sinking into the deep and melancholy evil thoughts. Full of dangerous, extreme, and amazing personality charm. The young man stood behind Fan Zhuo, raised his eyes through the black and gold epaulettes of the military uniform, and happened to look at him. Facing those dark golden eyes hidden under the black hair, like some kind of cold-blooded animal, Zong Jiu felt uneasy. This time, he took the lead to look away. The trembling that I felt during the second grade rating once again climbed from Zongjiu''s tail to his spine, wrapped in sticky malice, which is hard to ignore. Zong Jiu felt that he seemed to have grasped a flash of inspiration that he could not grasp last time. Looking up at this line of sight, Zong Jiu has only felt it in one person. Fan Zhuo frowned. "Since it is a public gaming table, players are of course free to participate, please, please." "You can''t say that." The devil smiled, "Since I am the dealer who decides how to play, I should naturally decide the bargaining chip for the unlimited bet." Is this trying to give him a slap in the face again? Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. Although he now holds a huge sum of 90,000 chips in his hand, to be honest, 90,000 chips are placed in front of the S-class central gaming table, which is really not enough. Everyone thinks that this adult is going to give the white-haired C-level trainee a smash. But what no one expected was that the devil lazily raised his hand and motioned to the purple-clothed dealer standing behind him to explain with everyone. The dealer bowed respectfully to the back of the chair and spoke slowly. "According to the adults, the way the game is expanded is still Texas Hold''em, and the initial bet is 50,000 chips." Fifty thousand chips? ! This is not a very high category. Not to mention the S-level, if you really want to, the A-level trainees can barely squeeze. Just as everyone was gearing up and eager to make an impression in front of this adult, the purple-clothed dealer announced the second rule with a smile. "There are three rounds of raising, and the amount of each raise is not limited, but it must be higher than the previous one. Except for folds on the spot, players must raise each round. If the raise fails, it will automatically be considered To give up the gambling game." Everyone was in an uproar, and the barrage was full of discussions. [The front bet of 50,000 chips may not be high for advanced trainees, but the latter rule that must be raised is a bit scary. Forget one round, and three rounds...trembling.jpg] [Indeed, if it is an ordinary A-level with only about 50,000 or 60 thousand chips, it is very likely that there will be no chips to raise after the first round. After all, the raise must be higher than the previous one... ...If there is a big hand in the middle to double the raise directly, wouldn''t you be forced to fold even if you have a good hole and don''t have enough chips to call? ¡¿ [Yes... and this kind of fold is really awkward, and I have to leave a full 50,000 antes in the gambling pool, although I can get the opportunity to be at the same table with that adult. But the risk is too great, the gain is not worth the loss] [Oh, what you said is correct. But this is the lord! The same gaming table! Don¡¯t say anything else, if I really have this ability, it¡¯s okay to spend 50,000 chips to make an impression on adults] Barrage of facts that low-level survivors can figure out, how could the trainees watching in Las Vegas fail to see it. This is the case, there are still countless admirers who want to be on the central gaming table. After the purple croupier announced the rules, countless senior trainees raised their hands to indicate that they would also participate in the central gaming table. Even S-class people came to join in the fun. no.5 The hearty laughter came from not far away: "I and the old ghost have just left for a while and it''s so lively here? Let''s talk about it first, and the position is counted as me two." The black Azan who was following him folded his arms, and Yu Guang frowned when he scanned the Messiah at the gaming table. He still didn''t refute the exorcist''s words. On the other side, among the countless A-level trainees, they began to arrange them according to the number of chips and decide the places to board the central gaming table. In the end, ten people sat at the central gaming table. no.1 Devil, no.2 Fanzhuo, no.4 Black Azan, no.5 Exorcist, no.7 Messiah, no.10 Onmyoji. In addition to these S-level bosses who can make people shake three times by mentioning their names, there are three A-levels who follow the main position closely, plus Zong Jiu, the C-level who has entered into it. The central table is just right Make up ten players. The waiters in black and white tuxedos followed behind the ten players, holding champagne and towels in their hands, pulling apart their seats, and serving them meticulously. At this point, the development of the situation has completely transcended Zong Jiu''s control. If no.1 is determined not to let Zong Jiu go to the central gaming table, just open a chip of two or three hundred thousand. But no.1 did not happen, he only let the purple dealer throw out a revised rule. The problem that Zong Jiu needs to worry about most now is not whether he can make a smooth move at the central gaming table, but whether he has enough chips. He is not worried about his skills, or he has confidence and methods. However, this rule set by the other party seems to be unremarkable, and the threshold is only 50,000. In fact, when you think about it carefully, the required chips are definitely more terrifying than the initial requirement of two or three hundred thousand antes, and it is almost a bottomless hole! If Zong Jiu doesn''t have enough chips and can''t survive three rounds of raises, even if he has a royal flush in his hand, he can only be forced to fold. What''s more, Zong Jiu has just collected the leeks at the A-level gaming table. If he can''t enter the central gaming table now, he can only step back and temporarily return to the A-level area. But because Zong Jiu''s previous wave of cutting leeks was too exaggerated, there will never be A-level trainees willing to make big bets with him for a while. The 90,000 chips is far less than Zong Jiu''s goal of entering Las Vegas this time. Thinking of this, Zong Jiu suddenly found a problem. He felt that this no.1 seemed to be a bit offensive to him by nature. During the last grade evaluation, the opponent looked at him condescendingly with an interesting look, and the result was a coincidence, but that time was unlucky. This time, Zong Jiu finally caught Fan Zhuo¡¯s head fish through the dark line of Anthony. He had a legitimate reason to enter the central gaming table. As a result, this no.1 suddenly jumped out and directly disrupted his plan. . At this time, I have to think of Zhuge''s secret "enemy theory". He looked down at the "Joker" exposed on his cuffs, and his light pink pupils were coated with a dark light. Unfortunately, everything is still the same as Zong Jiu said to Zhuge at that time. Magicians never believe in fate. Just when everyone was seated, the young man suddenly got up from the gaming table. His thin shirt was glowing white under the light, his cuffs turned up to his elbows, his fingers were as long as jade, his white hair poured down, and his delicate skin was lightly colored in the warm light. There is no doubt that at this highly anticipated moment when the gambling is about to begin, everyone is focused on his sudden movements. "Sorry, let me go to the bathroom." Zong Jiu picked up the purple gold card on the table, nodded to the others, and walked along the descending stairs to the bathroom without looking back. When the people standing by the central gambling pool watched this, they began to talk quietly with each other. "Sitting at the same gambling table with so many big people, this C-level shouldn''t be a little embarrassed." "That is, the physiological needs have been suspended during the game. Even if you don''t eat or go to the toilet, you can use the toilet at this time. Maybe you want to urinate." "Oh, it''s actually normal. Think about the people at the Central Gaming Table. He is only a C-rank. It might be good luck if he was able to win 90,000 chips just now. But now look at the Central Gaming Table. The situation doesn¡¯t seem to be solved by luck. If those S-class bosses are in a good mood and raise their raise to hundreds of thousands, wouldn¡¯t the 90,000 they just won have been lost? Let me see. , It¡¯s better to see your position early, stop the loss in time, and retreat bravely." "It''s the truth, it depends on whether he can recognize the facts." ...... In the noisy discussion, Zong Jiu mian walked into the bathroom unchanged. Aphrodite made of pure gold, wearing a long scarf, and flowing red wine in his lowered arms, meanders in the wine pool, making a ticking sound. All the decorations in Las Vegas are dazzling gold, and even the bathrooms that are hardly used are in warm colors, luxurious and luxurious, and everything is beautiful. The white-haired young man walked to the mirror on the sink, took a handful of cold water, and slowly washed his face. The icy water drop rolled over his high brow bone, followed the arc of the high nose bridge and plunged into the lower jaw. Zong Jiu pulled the ironed towel on the countertop, wiped his face, and spoke abruptly. "Didn''t it mean that I will wait for me to find you the next time I meet?" He wiped the drops of water from the end of his eyes and looked up at the black-haired man leaning against the wall with his arms folded in the mirror. Zhuge didn''t speak secretly, but looked at him very plainly, with thoughts in his eyes. "Why don''t you speak?" Zong Jiu threw the towel into the towel basket and waved his hand, "I guess... at this time, I came to the door, is it possible that you came to give me a bargaining chip?" Zhuge squinted his eyes secretly, and finally spoke. He did not respond to Zong Jiu''s temptation, instead he opened a different topic. "Do you know... why everyone is so afraid of no.1?" He really didn''t know this. Since someone sent the information to the door, of course they would not listen to it for nothing. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and put on a posture that he would like to hear the details. High-level trainees basically have their own stunts to become famous. Like black Azan''s fear-raising ghost skills, shaman''s natural spells, exorcist''s holy water, and so on. In addition to the people of these specific mysterious professions, there are also existences that rely solely on certain special physiques obtained from the horror copy to become famous, such as the semi-vampire Vatican no.2, and the top spiritual media quality of no.9. In addition to the above, there is a very rare ability. For example, no.6 who can manipulate the water element, a certain A-level trainee with item tracking skills. Compared with the other two items above, those with abilities are more flexible, have a higher upper limit of strength, and are so few that they are often neglected. The demon of no.1 is such a capable person. "Manipulation, his ability is manipulation." Zhuge said secretly. "The puppeteer, the puppeteer, the puppeteer, the threader, the shadow puppeteer... these are the best overviews of no.1 abilities." "He can manipulate others unconsciously through the silk thread." The black-haired man spread out his wide palms, revealing a five. "The devil has five puppet threads, which represent reading, subconscious, action, mind, and soul invasion. Each implantation requires certain preconditions. Once the five puppet threads are implanted at the same time, they will be implanted. Those who enter the puppet silk will lose their self-awareness and will directly turn into a walking corpse and a puppet under the hand of the devil." "The existence he manipulated with silk thread may be an npc, an ordinary person, or even any trainee around him. The most frightening thing is that his manipulation will leave no traces and cannot be detected. Anyone can be caught. He manipulates, the person implanted with the puppet silk will not feel, from one to five, anytime, anywhere, ignorant." "¡ªHe is everywhere." Chapter 29: Las Vegas There was silence in the bathroom, and the crimson liquor still flowed quietly in Venus'' arms, allowing the surrounding air to be stained with fragrant and fragrant wine. The golden dome is reflected in the reflection of the dark liquor, as if in a trance like an all-night extravagant party on the Mount Olympus in the legend. Puppet master! Zong Jiu raised his eyelids and repeated uncertainly: "Will the person manipulated by the puppet silk leave the slightest trace of manipulation?" The black-haired man nodded slowly, "Yes, there is no trace, it can only be identified by the difference or clues of this person from the past." There is no doubt that if the ability of the no.1 demon is really as Zhuge An said, then this ability is definitely enough to call it an unsolvable skill. The five puppet silks can completely turn people into puppets without mentioning them, and the person being/operated is still ignorant of it and completely loses the ability to perceive it. Of course, the most terrifying thing is that there is no trace, even knowing his ability is not very useful, because others can''t tell who the devil has manipulated, and who is one of the puppets under the devil. It''s creepy to think about it this way. No wonder he has so many enthusiastic followers. This ability is indeed worthy of the name no.1. Zong Jiu slowly exhaled from his chest, "The stronger the ability, the greater the restriction." It is so terrible, it can be called a bug-like horror ability. If there is no restriction, no.1 can directly control all trainees or NPCs, and there is no need to participate in this competition. A simple inference can be made from this. Although the ability of the puppet master sounds terrible, there are still limitations, and most of them are quite large. "Not bad." Zhuge nodded appreciatively: "But the problem is - no one knows what the conditions for the devil''s ability to activate, even the conditions are not clear, let alone evasion." He didn''t say the latter sentence, but both of them knew it well. Because... the person who knew, either died or turned into one of the puppets, the fate can be imagined. Zong Jiu fell into deep thought again. According to Zhuge''s secret, he really couldn''t think of any need for the devil to participate in the thriller trainee competition. Is it just for the reward of the universal wish ticket for the first C debut? Although it made sense logically, Zong Jiu''s intuition told him that there must be some unknown conspiracy in it. "Let''s change the subject." After talking about the ability of no.1, the white-haired young man turned his head, "Then how can you know so clearly about the power of the devil, Lord Zhuge?" "Since there is no trace of the devil''s manipulation, do I have reason to believe that you also have the suspicion of being unwashed?" Faced with this problem, the black-haired man''s face looked very cold, and even the eyes that looked at Zong Jiu showed a subtle disgust. "I can''t believe that you would ask such a stupid question." If Zhuge An had been/manipulated long ago, then it is impossible for him to help Zong Jiu in the first instance, let alone stand here in time to tell him what ability No.1 has. How can such a boring person declare to the world that his hole cards are not successful? Of course Zong Jiu knew this truth, but even if he was free, he would go to tease Zhuge in secret. There are countless mysteries on this guy, including his attitude towards himself, which gives Zong Jiu a very subtle perception. Now the information between him and Zhuge An is not equal. Zhuge An obviously knows a lot about him, and the root cause is probably the "prophecy" in the other party''s mouth. However, Zong Jiu didn''t know anything about him, he only knew an aloof personality, extremely clever, and so witty and demon image. He doesn''t like the feeling of being out of control. What''s more, the opponent is still such a dangerous and resourceful character, this kind of person simply has to guard against. "You don''t have to use such a clumsy way to test me." The black-haired man said coldly: "There are some things that you will know when it comes time to know." "I won''t tell you now, it''s just that the time has not come." Zong Jiu: "..." He wanted to say it last time, this no.3 speaks mysteriously, like a deceitful magic stick. "Your attitude has to make me suspicious, no.3." The white-haired young man folded his arms and smiled, "I keep saying that in the prophecy, I and no.1 are destined enemies, but in fact they have been intensifying the conflict in front of me...In my opinion, you and no .1 is the one that really has the festival." Zong Jiu didn''t use a questioning tone in this sentence, because it was obvious that Zhuge An and the devil had not such a good relationship. Otherwise, the other party can''t commit the crime again and again, and again and again come to hang around in front of him, giving him so much precious information for nothing. "Do not." Zhuge yanked the denial, concisely and concisely. "only you." Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Really? That''s a terrible line." Zhuge secretly ignored this ridicule, his expression was stern, and he took a deep look at the white-haired young man. "I don''t like to make promises. But in any case...I will not be the one that is hostile to you. Our interests will eventually be the same. You can rest assured of this." Zong Jiu shrugged and didn''t say whether he believed it or not. "I''m not here to give you chips." Zhuge secretly put down his hands and got up from the leaning golden wall. When in the mental hospital, all the trainees wore medical gowns, which greatly blurred their personal colors. Now after returning to the trainee dormitory, everyone put on their usual outfits, which facilitated Zong Jiu''s profiling judgment. The man''s black hair is like ink, his eyebrows are like swords, and his expression is cold and handsome. Dressed in a robes of pure black, the cuffs are embroidered with dark patterns of flowing clouds, and the waist is tied with ancient jade with dragon patterns. When walking around, the hem and cuffs are slightly raised, which is very frivolous and vulgar, and feels lonely and cold. This outfit is quite common, after all, there are people who wear strange outfits among trainees. There are Indian shamans with feathers on their heads and painted faces, as well as women''s ladies who start to release themselves after entering an infinite loop. Just now, when Zong Jiu was playing cards at the A-level gaming table, he heard someone say that Zhuge An was a stubborn iron cock. Relying on his own ability to count cards, betting at the central gaming table several times, or just fold the cards after bad luck and get a low-probability hole card. Using them all together, Chen Cang''s countermeasures in the empty city darkened, and Chen Cang used them one by one. Almost no one was able to retreat under a series of frauds, and he had to be peeled off before he died. Unexpectedly, it looked like a madman, but in fact it was a barren iron cock. With this summary, Zong Jiu was not surprised by Zhuge''s secret words. He didn''t speak, but stood calmly on the spot, waiting for the other party''s next words. Sure enough, after showing that he would not provide cash chips, Zhuge An sent him another clue. "The main system does not say that only special items, lives, or rare items can be exchanged for chips. If you read the rule board at the front desk carefully, you should know... There is also a non-physical object that can be found in the main system. Redeem chips." The black-haired man gave him a meaningful look, "The S-level props you got in the last instance should also come in handy." Zhuge would know that he got the S-level props, and Zong Jiu was not surprised. The no.3 in front of me collected all the clues the next day, and directly cleared the existence of the strange kind of unsolvable copy. Zong Jiu received such a high evaluation in the last copy, and half of the credit came from him. It stands to reason that this kind of unearned behavior is definitely deducted from the main system. In the end, the main system not only didn''t deduct points, but instead pulled him to S-level. Thinking about it this way, the ownership of the S-level items in the last dungeon is naturally self-evident. Furthermore, Zhuge An has collected all the information of the last copy, and apart from anything else, the reading room may have been turned over by this big man. Although he chose to leave the dungeon directly to save Zong Jiu, who was behind picking up branches, the possibility that he knew exactly what that S-level item was was also extremely high. After all, all the special props are derived from the horror copy. Before they are collected by the trainees, they are all derivatives of the horror copy. Even some copies will revolve around this item. It is not surprising to leave a message. After all, it was the mismatch of information between the two parties that made Zong Jiu uncomfortable. He doesn''t know anything about Zhuge An, but Zhuge An seems to have seen his past and even the future. How can you let go of your guard? Obviously knowing that neither of them can be built on the premise of trust, but also to say "you can trust him." I don''t know what this person meant. Seeing the corner of the black clothes disappear into the corner of the bathroom, Zong Jiu shook his head and retracted the poker in his palm, turned his head and walked into the compartment, backhanding out his tarot card from the system backpack. Even if Zhuge didn''t say anything secretly, Zong Jiu could still think of his newly arrived props. As an S-level prop, isn''t the role of the Twenty-Two Major Arcanas to provide clues when there is no clue? He spread out the Tarot cards, and they floated up one by one, piled up automatically in the air, waiting for the white-haired youth''s next instructions. Zong Jiu looked at the cards floating in the air, and kept thinking about every move of the NPC doctor in the psychiatric hospital dungeon. While in the studio, Zong Jiu noticed No.1. Perhaps it was because he had studied spiritual magic. He had a strong sense of gaze. Almost the moment this gaze fell on his body with greasy and malicious gaze, a shuddering current began to roll from the tail vertebra at the end of his back. The cold is extremely terrible, exactly the same as the one I had just felt at the central gaming table. At that moment, Zong Jiu even thought that Doctor Chu had chased him out of the dungeon of the mental hospital, and asked him to avenge him. It''s hard to describe this feeling. Dr. Chu felt very bad for him, although on the surface it was an extremely abnormal appearance, but it was on the surface again, false and deliberate. It was rare for Zong Jiu to look at him a few times, as if peeping into the abyss through the pupils that were hidden behind the golden glasses. That doctor is definitely not as simple as it seems. But after all he was just an NPC, Zong Jiu had also taken revenge, and after leaving the copy, he didn''t take this person to heart. But now...thanks to Zhuge''s timely rain. Those intermittent, fragmentary inspirations are all integrated together to form an incredible pattern. "Then let me see if you are the same person." Meditation, shuffling, cutting, arranging. The young man''s slender fingers flicked gently from the back of the card, and finally landed on one of the cards. He gently drew the tarot card suspended in the air from the deck. At the same time, the system showed that his remaining drawable times became two, and the cooling time was twelve hours. This cooling time is just right if it is long or short, or short. Zong Jiu slowly turned over the drawn Tarot card. On the front of the card, the huge demon pouring a pentagram on his head, stepped on the chain tied to the human neck, and grinned open. The fifteenth card of the Grand Arcana, the demon. really. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows without surprise. Good guy, it''s no wonder that he always feels Ruo Ruowu oppression and malice from the opponent. It turned out that he had given a hammer to others and directly punched a copy, and this Liangzi was also settled. All the trainees are on the same starting line, but now No. 1 has openly manipulated the npc to cheat, which is really enough. "Main system, apply to redeem chips." [The redemption channel has been opened for you, you can redeem the corresponding chips if you directly read the redemption silently] Zong Jiu sank his eyes. Zhuge An would not give him a useless message. Since he mentioned that chips can be exchanged through the non-physical channel of the main system, then this clue must be valuable. In addition, he was able to lead the topic to no.1 before, and Zong Jiu felt that most of the tricks came from this. He tried to feed back the information about the trainee acting as an npc to the system. The next moment, a cold voice sounded in his mind. [Successful redemption, the chips increased by 50000] [The information has been redeemed. Note that trainees are not allowed to inform others of this information through any means, otherwise they will be punished] Zong Jiu: "......?" Why is the information of no.1 fed back to the main system, and the main system even adds chips to him? Moreover, the second notice of the main system is very subtle, obviously with the meaning of giving money to the seal. A bold idea popped up in Zong Jiu''s head. He re-betted his gaze on the floating tarot card and started the remaining two divinations. Meditation, shuffling, cutting, arranging. Meditation, shuffling, cutting, arranging. There is no doubt that the same card drawn in these two divinations is still the same. The white-haired young man held the demon card in his hand, and he couldn''t straighten his waist with a smile. Maybe no.1 never dreamed of dreaming in this life. He was proud that even no.3 Zhuge had sealed the puppet technique that had never been discovered before, and passed it in front of a small C-level. The almost playful way of tarot divination is fully exposed. Zong Jiu felt that he didn''t need to worry about what Zhuge said secretly. As long as there is this pair of S-level props, the devil''s vest can be found in minutes. If you don¡¯t decide if something happens, the ancients don¡¯t deceive me! He kept the most important piece of information he had obtained in the three divinations, exchanged it with the main system again, and then swaggered back to the gaming table with a freshly released 190,000 chips. This time Zong Jiu didn''t avoid the devil''s gaze, but took the initiative to smile at him meaningfully. On the high main position of the gaming table, no.1''s right eyelid suddenly jumped. Chapter 30: Las Vegas Under the dome, the white-haired young man put his hands in his pockets, walked back from a short distance, and climbed the golden stairs again. Everyone expressed surprise at Zong Jiu, who turned around. [I''m going, why is this newcomer back again? Alas, young people just don''t listen to persuasion, do they have to lose 50,000 chips at the central/central gambling table? Is it not fragrant to save it for survival points? ¡¿ [That¡¯s right, in this end, let¡¯s not talk about 50,000 chips. The 90,000 that just won at the A-level table is estimated to have been lost... md is obviously not my bargaining chip, why I feel the same. Distressed! ¡¿ [Why is the current newcomer so high-handed and low-handed? When I saw him flying poker cards before, I really felt like a fan. Alas, if I really go to the central gaming table and face so many big guys, it¡¯s not easy to end up making a fool of myself.] [I have committed the embarrassing illness again] Not only was the audience barrage of survivors off the field, the trainees in the field also showed unbelievable eyes and whispered to each other. "It''s been a long time for him to go to the bathroom this time. Clearly, the dealer in purple clothes said that if he didn''t see anyone in five minutes, he would just start the gambling game. He didn''t expect to be able to catch up just like that." "Do you think this C-level wants to leave an impression in front of that adult? It will be good..." "Who knows, he is back now anyway, or he will fight for his breath, or he will walk away with ninety thousand in a desperate way." "Yeah, it''s either a bet to become famous, or it''s just a joke." Zong Jiu turned a deaf ear to these discussions. With a meaningful smile on his face, instead of avoiding or avoiding it, he raised his eyebrows provocatively towards the main seat of the gaming table, and sat down on the seat opened by the waiter without hesitation. interesting. This posture was completely different from the previous one, and it was obviously a sure-fire way of winning. What has changed? The devil squinted his eyes, and the quirky arc of the deep pool of cold pupils circulated, making people unable to see the end at a glance. He clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Now that everyone is here, let''s start." "Yes, my lord." After the purple-clothed dealer saluted him respectfully, he began to prepare for the deal. There was silence inside and outside the field, and people watched the gambling anxiously and expectantly. The two hole cards were dealt one by one in a clockwise order, and they fell into the hands of ten people, and they were immediately pressed down by the bent knuckles. Zong Jiu sat at the bottom of the round gambling table, facing away from the demon directly above, like two ends of light and darkness. After the cards were dealt this time, Zong Jiu didn''t rush to change the cards. Following everyone''s movements, he pretended to lower his head and glanced at his hole cards. Although Zong Jiuhe has exchanged his two-handed flexible three-day use right, his current hands are only restored to the peak level of the original card magic master. If he can earn more chips from Las Vegas, it is uncertain. Can try to further strengthen the system, even surpassing the peak of oneself. There is only one purple croupier in Las Vegas. The red croupier seemed to be aware of his card change when he was just at the A-level gambling table, and he may not be sure what the higher-level croupier would have. To be conservative, Zong Jiu decided to stay still. All in all, you only need to change cards when the hole cards are finally drawn, and it won''t matter if you wait until all five community cards are shown. This time Zong Jiu also didn''t plan to show mercy. He must not only squeeze the wool fiercely, but also to be beautiful. Anyway, he and Liangzi of no.1 are settled. Zong Jiu couldn''t help sneering in his heart when thinking of the three pieces of information he had fortuned just now. The other party is bullied to him, can he tolerate this? It''s impossible not to give a big gift in return. "The hole cards are distributed and the first round of raises begins." Maybe this is the first round. Everyone is tentative, and everyone at the table tacitly didn''t raise the chips too high. According to the rules, the person with the highest blinds has priority, but the demon waved his hand with interest, indicating that he would start from his left hand and he would be the finale. Others have no objection. If you rank according to the number of chips, this is definitely the top of the list. If he is the first to raise and is happy with the next hundreds of thousands of chips, this table is probably not necessary to play, it is just right to be the finale. The chips raised all the way, and Zong Jiu reported 10,000 chips. When it was the last turn, no.1 lazily threw 50,000 chips out. The croupier froze the chips and turned over the first three hole cards. Eight of hearts, ace of spades, ace of spades. This trump card... The gray-haired young man squinted his eyes, and a bad premonition passed through his heart. Perhaps it wasn''t because of professional poker players. At the moment the cards were opened, everyone at the entire gaming table clearly revealed a lot of micro expressions. Zong Jiu quickly swept around, and had a general idea in his heart. When everyone held their breath and was about to start the second round of betting, the dealer in Ziyi suddenly raised his hand to signal a timeout. She walked straight to an A-level trainee and said mildly: "Mr., please raise your left hand." The named A Grade stiffened. His gaze was shining and hiding, while retracting his hand, he said sternly, "What are you doing?!" No need for the croupier to speak again, the person in the first seat lazily raised his finger. Class A was horrified to find that his left arm suddenly became uncontrollable, as if being pulled by something irresistible, suddenly pulled from the dark green tabletop into the air. Two playing cards rustled from his open cuffs and rolled under the table spinning around. The owner of the card was fixed in the air and could only watch this scene. boom-- This incident almost detonated the entire casino. The audience''s discussion roared like a mountain. "Chu Laoqian was caught on the spot, what kind of social death scene is this..." "This A-level is quite courageous. The central gambling table is openly out of thousands. With so many people watching, the purple-clothed croupier is not easy to provoke. The whole casino is this one." "It doesn''t matter if you pay a thousand, but the croupier did not admit it, but was hammered to death by No.1, which is too embarrassing." "In fact, it''s okay. After all, Las Vegas does not stipulate a thousand to pay for life. It is estimated that the chips are deducted a lot. If I remember correctly, it should be tripled deduction? Good boy, a full 150,000 chips, this A I can''t afford it at the level." The endless discussions were also mixed with merciless ridicule, which immediately embarrassed the A Grade''s expression. The judgment of the main system is issued immediately. [A-level trainee Wei Zhenghao cheated, immediately deduct the three times the bet of the game, confirm execution] The balance of the Zijin card on the side suddenly jumped to a bright red negative number. Under the golden chandelier, no.1 has a cold tone: "I don''t like the ants who have no strength and have to show off in the public." The man''s fingers on the table fell, and the A-level was thrown out of the central gambling pool, and fell like a sack on the smooth golden floor of the hall. The whispers stopped abruptly, and people''s eyes were filled with fear and admiration. No one has seen how the devil did it. Even the No. 2 Fan Zhuo sitting at the gaming table is the same. He stroked the cold handle of the saber thoughtfully, his eyebrows tucked into a river. The purple dealer put away the A-level hole card just now and returned to the gaming table. "Let¡¯s start the second round of raises." Maybe it was because of the temptation that was left out, or maybe there were only nine people left on the table, this round of raises was much more intense. As the only C-level at the gaming table, the white-haired youth has attracted much attention. Everyone is wondering how far he can go at this gaming table, and whether he will be brushed off in this round. The exorcist laughed: "Old ghost, you pay 40,000, then I will pay 50,000. Anyway, the two of us are just for fun, and it''s boring to raise the stakes too high." The exorcists were originally pulling Azan in black to join in the fun, and they didn''t care about winning or losing. What''s more, rashly raising the stakes can easily lead to hatred. He can go to the position of no.5 today. He has not joined any organization, but he has a good relationship with each organization and individual. He is a qualified water master, and people who can sell personal sentiment exorcists generally sell it. In addition to the S-level, this table also has A-level and C-levels. Everyone is a newcomer, and the hard work is clear. Since it doesn''t matter whether you win or lose, then there is no need to deliberately raise the bet at this time and squeeze people off the gaming table indecently. Stay on the sidelines and see each other well in the future. Zong Jiu smiled friendly at the exorcist. At this moment, he suddenly heard a gentle voice coming from beside him. The blond son pushed out the chips in front of him with a soft tone. "One hundred thousand." The crowd was in an uproar. [Ah...Shengzi sits in front of the white-haired C-level. If he raises one hundred thousand, wouldn''t the C-level have to come up with a chip higher than one hundred thousand? ¡¿ [It is true, but the problem is that I remember that this C-level only has 90,000 chips that I just won at the A-level table. He is not 100,000. Wait, if the chips are not enough, do I have to fold? ¡¿ [How come I can¡¯t understand the operation of the Saint Son...Speaking of which, do the sisters feel that he has changed a lot? He even smiled when he watched He Jianlan died in the mental hospital before. I always think he was a little weird after he became a trainee] [Weird +1] After this barrage was brushed out, there were countless different sounds in the live broadcast room. [The people upstairs shouldn¡¯t slander people at will, okay? I also watched the live broadcast of the mental hospital at that time. Master Shengzi was not free to save He Jianlan. You said it as if Shengzi killed others on purpose. At that time, He Jianlan Caught by a ghost, don¡¯t you immediately take out the high priest¡¯s rod from the back of the son to help] [That is, if it weren¡¯t for the existence of insoluble form, how could the Son of God fail to save people] [These newcomers know nonsense. We old people know what kind of person Messiah is. When we were still new, the adults did not help us less. It is really uncomfortable for you to speculate about others like this. Besides, this is a central gambling table. You only need to pay 50,000 chips to fold, which is better than a bottomless bet. When the card is opened, I find that I have lost all the money. It¡¯s better to lose money.] [Yes, it¡¯s clear that Shengzi is helping this C-level, you still don¡¯t understand other people¡¯s kindness, you have to misinterpret, you are speechless] ...... Zong Jiu looked at the Messiah on his right. There was still a spring-like smile on the other party''s face, and the azure eyes were bent, like the blue sky after the rain, without any haze. "Sorry, I made my own claim." Seeing the white-haired young man looking over, he explained softly: "This is still the second round. I am afraid that I will have to raise more than one hundred thousand chips in the third round. Now it is the wisest choice to fold. The stakes went to my head." "For the C-level, he can get 90,000 chips, the little brother is already great." Worry was implicit in Messiah''s voice, and it sounded as if he was truly thinking about him. If Zong Jiuzhen positioned Messiah in the position of a peerless man, I am afraid that there is nothing wrong with his remarks. But the problem is-- Zong Jiu even knew that the Messiah had a big problem. After all, he was finally able to get an S-level evaluation in the first instance, and he himself had something to do with the discovery of the two inner ghosts, Sheng Yu and Messiah. Shengzi is definitely not as beautiful as it appears on the surface. It seems that everyone is considerate and considerate for the sake of others, but in fact it is all profitable. Standing on one''s own interests as the starting point, it is so cruel and outrageous, it is darker than anyone else. Unfortunately, there are only three initial times of divination. The next time you have to wait twelve hours later, otherwise Zong Jiu has just decided to divination whether the Messiah and no.1 have any unknown connection. The white-haired young man no longer looked at him, but turned his head and handed the purple gold card to the croupier, "One hundred thousand." He turned his head, met the stunned eyes of the blond son, and smiled hypocritically: "Thank you, Lord Shengzi, for your kindness, but I have confidence in myself." "...Maybe, I will be the final winner." This arrogant speech, let alone the surrounding audience, even the people at the gaming table looked over. Fan Zhuo folded his hands, his dark red pupils were full of meaning. The exorcist exclaimed his courage, and seemed to admire his courage. Azan in black didn''t move like a bell, but looked at him with a scrutiny eye. The other A-levels and no.10 have different expressions. Some of them sneered blatantly, as if they were mocking the C-level''s self-defeating ability. "These remarks are really courageous." The devil applauded him slowly, and his dark golden pupils looked straight at the white-haired young man on the opposite side, without concealing his strong interest in it. The Messiah was stunned, and immediately put on a soft smile: "I was the one who made this extra effort. Forgive me, little brother." Zong Jiu put on a fake smile, raised his hand, indicating that he was not paying attention. The second round of raising is over. The croupier turned over the fourth community card. King of spades. Zong Jiu''s left hand closed immediately. He realized that his worst premonition had worked. In Texas Hold''em, the premier special deck of cards is called a Royal Flush. Royal flush refers to five cards of A, K, Q, J, 10 in any suit, and the probability of appearance is so low that it is issued. It is precisely because of the harsh probability of appearance that it does not appear once to represent the favor of the goddess of luck. It is above all card types. As long as it appears, it means the appearance of the "emperor" and the end of the game. Now there are kings of spades, ace of spades and ace of spades on the board. Zong Jiu only needs to replace his hole cards with a 10 of spades and a Q of spades, and he can get a perfect royal flush. but now...... Zong Jiu guessed, I''m afraid that the no.1 cards are also these two. Intuition tells him that no matter what the hole card of no.1 is now, anyway, when the final showdown, there will be these two on the table, because there is no card bigger than the Royal Flush, let alone the community cards appearing in a row. A, K, J in the same suit, this coincidence has to make people make such a guess. As we all know, it is impossible for two identical cards to appear on the gaming table. When it appears, it means that someone has paid a thousand. The white-haired young man raised his eyes. After sensing Zong Jiu''s sight, across a gaming table, no.1 casually pulled off his tie and showed him an extremely ambiguous and dangerous smile. Killing Zong Jiu did not believe that the appearance of these three community cards was an accident. Although he didn''t see it with the naked eye, the devil must have used some advanced means he didn''t know to get out of the world. Thinking of this guy''s other hidden identity, Zong Jiu felt that it was not incomprehensible. So the problem Zong Jiu faces now is-- The two of them may have gone out together. Chapter 31: Las Vegas After Zong Jiu launched one hundred thousand chips, the whole casino was quiet for a while. The raise continued, and jumped from the white-haired youth to the next no.10 body, and quickly walked another round. At this moment, the croupier also liquidated the chips, By the end of the two rounds of raises, the entire central gaming table had as high as 600,000 chips, and the crowds onlookers were all dumbfounded. [It will be the third round of raising soon, and I don¡¯t know who will get this prize pool] [To be reasonable, I think this game is really too big...but it''s really nervous and exciting] [Guess a no.1 blindly and sweep the audience, in fact, I don¡¯t think I need to watch it, there is no suspense, okay] [Don''t discuss this first, I want to know why this C-level went to the bathroom, he had a hundred thousand chips when he came out, stunned. jpg] Not only the barrage, the trainees are also discussing this issue. "I just came down from the A-level gaming table, isn''t it only 90,000 chips?" "Yes, I remember this too, so how did he get his 100,000 chips?" "Does he still have any props that can''t be exchanged?" "What are you thinking about, how could he be a rookie...I prefer a big boss to help him." These people continued to watch the battle at the central gaming table while discussing. Zong Jiu was sitting in distress, staring down at his two hole cards. Originally, he was just guessing. Now that he saw the evil smile on his face, he knew that Chu Chien crashed the car. This... well, as the saying goes, whoever is ugly in the shirt is embarrassed, if this is out of thousands, it must be embarrassing who is not backstage. Zong Jiu knew this well, if he was fighting backstage, he would definitely not be able to fight the opposite demon. This person also has an identity sitting in the mentor''s seat, which naturally has a status gap with players like them, and is also estimated to have an intricate relationship with the main system. To say why Zong Jiu knew it, of course it was a omnipotent divination! During the divination in the bathroom, Zong Jiu meditated three questions in his heart. Question 1: What is the relationship between Dr. Chu in the mental hospital and no.1? Result: Devil, upright. Question 2: What is the relationship between F-level trainee Sheng Yu and no.1? Result: Devil, upright. Question 3: What is the relationship between the mentor of the thriller trainee and no.1? Result: Devil, upright. In Tarot divination, the interpretation of this card is completely different, whether the card is in the upright position or the inverse position. But the problem is that Zong Jiu didn''t make a reversal either. He drew three times and he drew the same card every time. Combined with the news that Zhuge An told him before, in the legendary demon vest that no one can recognize, these three were so easily picked out by him. Thinking of this, the white-haired young man''s sloppy eyes suddenly changed, and suddenly he stopped a bit. Just behind the central gaming table, a slender black shadow was leaning against the wall to look over, his whole body indifferent, incompatible with this large-scale casino with drunken gold fans. Zong Jiu watched Zhuge secretly stare at him, and then moved away calmly after a brief pause of two seconds. He felt that this guy was definitely here to watch the show. At this moment, the croupier turned over the last community card. Plum 5. In fact, it doesn''t make much sense whether this card is played or not, because there are already three spades in the community card, and it is completely possible to make a royal flush. The dealer in Ziyi said with a smile: "All the community cards have been drawn, and after the five-minute break, the final round of raises will begin." Everyone at the gaming table looked at these five community cards with different expressions. The five-minute break is also a room for brief thinking. Van Zhuo folded his hands and his eyesight was sharp. The exorcist was chatting with Azan in black with one pair of them, and neither of them talked about the gambling game, nor seemed to take the gambling game to heart. The Messiah still sat on the spot and smiled softly, as if the light was shining all over. Master Onmyoji rubbed his hands nervously, and looked up at other people from time to time, his posture cramped. As for the other two A-level trainees, they watched fanatically at No.1 on the first seat all the way, wishing to kneel on the spot, worship, and behave like gods. The devil was still sitting on the velvet chair, casually playing with a glass full of scarlet wine. No matter how fancy his movements, the dark liquor in the glass did not leak even a drop. The pure white gloves are still cold and shining in the light projected by the crystal chandelier. Zong Jiu sighed. It''s useless to think so much now. The top priority is to change the two hole cards in his hand first. Although Zong Jiu trusted his approach, he still decided to use the most cautious attitude. It doesn''t hurt to be cautious. If you walk too long at night, you will be hell. The white-haired young man lazily raised his hand and raised it towards his back. "Sir, what''s your order?" The waiter standing behind him immediately responded, leaning slightly to ask. Zong Jiu whispered a few words, and the waiter with extremely high service quality immediately led the order and walked towards the rest area of ??the central gambling pool. Because of this posture, other people whispered with lingering fears. "Damn, this familiar scene is staged again." "You said that this white-haired C-level won''t let the waiter pick up a "Texas Hold''em Beginner''s Guide" again..." "It''s not impossible, the guide is so thick just now, can he finish it?" Zong Jiu who heard their whispers: "......?" As a former master of magic, Zong Jiu is a master of tricks and skills. When magicians perform on the stage, they are almost two in their daily life. On the stage, they are good at speaking skills. They use exaggerated expressions and exaggerated body movements, and then use words to induce the audience to divert attention to achieve their secret moves. The purpose of hands and feet. Although Zong Jiu seemed to be cold and quiet in the stage, he had to jump around as if he was schizophrenic as soon as he got on the stage. But there is no other way. The magician eats this meal, not only to deceive people''s eyes, but also to deceive people''s thinking. If you take the stage with a cold face and do not interact with the audience, the magic''s performance will be greatly reduced. Because of this, magicians are also called fraudsters. Just like Zong Jiu¡¯s "Texas Poker Beginner''s Guide", the real purpose is to stir the muddy water in that atmosphere, not to be fooled, to make the trainees at the A-level gaming table impetuous. The purpose is achieved. But he is a very professional magician, the same trick will never be used a second time in a short time. Therefore, Zong Jiu had to change to a fraudulent method. Soon, in the curiosity of others, the tuxedo waiter with the tray returned to the gaming table. This time, what was placed in the tray was indeed not the "Texas Hold''em Getting Started Guide" with a dark green cover, but a small cigarette case with a silver skull logo on it. Zong Jiu tore the skin off and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. The waiter hurriedly bent over to light him. "rub--" The golden-red flame sprang up on the cold iron cover of the lighter, licking the end of the pipe lightly. He lowered his head and took a sigh of skill. The flame burned the cigarette red and ignited the tobacco. The young man''s distinct fingers clamped the cigarette, his cuffs were half-armed, and he draped it gently on the dark green tablecloth of the gaming table. The long, pure white hair fell from the young man''s shoulders, and his thin chin lifted slightly, revealing a white and slender swan neck. When I lift up, I have the fragile beauty of the death of a swan in the Swan Lake of the Russian Grand Theatre. He squinted his eyes lazily, his lips closed with the bright red color, and he vomited hazily along the light-colored smoke, sketching out a blurred dreamlike picture, and stopped in the colorful colors under the crystal. At this moment, he was not like a person, but like a charming ghost with a breathtaking charm in the boundless autumn moon. After a mouthful, Zong Jiu swept the ashes away, smiling at the corners of his lips, "I''m a smoker, sorry." Having said that, he didn''t mean to stop. There was no sound. Everyone watched the white-haired beauty swallowing clouds, and with every breath, the outline became more and more fascinating. Behind the air covered by the heavy smoke, the interesting sight in the dark golden pupils was also blocked. Under the ambiguous lamp line, everything is gone, only the misty mist still exists. Like a drop of mosquito blood, buried deep in my heart. Oh, it''s done. While Zong Jiu frowned at the smell of smoke in his heart, he quickly moved his hands and feet to the two hole cards spread out on the table under the cover of the smoke. This trick is his assassin''s skill, and it changes the day without knowing it. No matter how many people stare at him, they can be distracted. After Zong Jiu had done all this, he looked up and saw that the purple-clothed dealer was still standing behind No.1, his expression was not even noticeable. The play should be done honestly. Since the cigarette is lit, this one cannot be wasted. Zong Jiu felt the stimulation of the smoke flowing through his lungs, and his mind became clearer. If the devil played the same cards as him, then the result would be nothing more than two. Either the devil with higher authority than him used some method to make the dealer in purple clothes judge that Zong Jiu is a thousand people. Either they are both considered a Royal Flush, and the prize money in the central pool is divided equally between each. According to the existing clues, the second result is more likely. According to the clues given by Zhuge An, Zong Jiu prefers that the main system is a terminal program with no emotions. No emotion means fairness and justice, rigid and unreasonable. Although I don''t know what deal has been reached between the devil and the main system, in Zong Jiu''s view, the devil is not at ease. If, as he speculated, the other party has the same authority as the main system, then he can''t make such a fuss when rating it. But the dealer in purple clothes didn''t notice it when he changed the cards, and most of them could rule out this option. In summary, Zong Jiu ventured to infer that the power of No. 1 is not yet large enough to control everything. Just like no.1''s unpredictable puppeteer''s ability, it looks terrifying, but with some unknown harsh constraints. So, take a gamble? The smoke burned to the end. The white-haired young man turned his wrists and put out the cigarette **** in the tray of water held by the waiter. When extinguishing the cigarette butt, Zong Jiu looked up specifically. Behind the central gaming table, the black figure has disappeared. Gamble, gamble. Don''t bet on where the dangers come from seeking wealth, where can you get into the tiger''s den? Betting on a dog will never admit defeat! the most important is-- To be honest, he didn''t want to give that demon a dime. "Everyone, I have a proposal." Facing everyone''s gaze, he slowly smiled. "Since it''s the last round, we might as well have fun, such as..." The youth''s thin lips lightly opened, and the chips in his hand suddenly pushed out, "Go straight to Allin." This proposal ignited everyone''s expectations and directly pushed it to the highest point. [Damn, the newcomer is fierce, direct Allin, I really have you.jpg] [Why is the current rookie so strong? The bargaining chip finally earned, saying that Allin is Allin? Don''t leave yourself a retreat? ¡¿ [Ah, why do you all think so, I alone think this newcomer''s hole cards should be good? Otherwise, he would not be so calm and calm, and still have the courage to propose Allin. But if the winner is really him, wouldn¡¯t the other big guys who followed Allin lose a lot? Their blinds must be more than this newcomer¡¯s] [What you said upstairs is right, but you ignore the premise of the problem. The premise is that the newcomer has to win. If he can''t win, then say Jill] The person in the first seat looked at him with an increasingly obscure gaze, and suddenly laughed lowly. "Okay." The devil readily agreed. At this moment, anyone with a discerning eye could see that not only did this newcomer not be a man with a tail between a group of bigwigs, but he was eager to do something. The exorcist laughed, "Allin? It''s a lot of fun, it seems that you can''t just join in the fun." The black Azan sitting beside him coldly said, "It doesn''t matter, Allin is Allin." He didn''t feel distressed, and Azan in black was not good at betting at first. As early as when he entered Las Vegas, he went to the front desk with a backpack of materials and exchanged his fancy props directly with chips. He didn''t end up betting a few. Now the remaining balance of Kali was just won from the opponent''s hand when he was soloing with the exorcist. The two S-classes expressed their opinions, and Fan Zhuo finally lifted his gaze from the back of his hands. He glanced at Zong Jiu again with that very strange look, pressed his wrist obliquely, and pushed out the card surface on the table with the handle of the knife. Another Allin! With four S-level Allins in a row, the amount in the prize pool has exceeded one million. At this time, the two A-levels gritted their teeth and chose Allin at almost the same time. But the no.10 Onmyoji frowned, and finally raised his hand and chose to fold. When he left the gambling table, his face was quite ugly. Folding in this situation is indeed a shame. But fortunately, the successive Allin of others also made the Onmyoji confirm the fact that his cards are really bad. Originally, he wanted to blindly hit a dead mouse, but now it seems that there is no need to waste his chips. It is better to leave an antecedent bet and withdraw as soon as possible. Now, only the last eight people are left at the gambling table. The winner is the winner. It''s about to happen. Chapter 32: Las Vegas At this moment, without exception, everyone looked anxiously at the central gaming table under the golden dome. [Let¡¯s take a look at the current situation. In this wave, one cheat was caught, one folds, and there are eight left on the table. Except for the C-level white hair, all the other Allin are now. ¡¿ [Yes, the cards are about to be opened soon, and the prize pool is over one million chips. Whoever has a special card type, doesn¡¯t it have to take all of them] ¡¾what? Didn¡¯t you read the rules given by the main system? The rules of Las Vegas are different from reality. The prize pool is finally divided according to the proportion. If there is a special card type, it will definitely be divided into the big end. It will not take away all the more than one million chips unless it is released. I got a royal flush... Wait a minute, oh, if there is a royal flush, it should be exactly one million] [Don''t laugh, how can it be possible to draw a royal flush? Is the barrage never played? ¡¿ [I laughed to death, I haven''t played upstairs, right? Three community cards of spades have already been drawn on the table. Why is it impossible to draw a royal flush? ¡¿ The barrage was so noisy, and the gambling table was at the most critical moment. The exorcist blew a whistle: "Since everyone is Allin, it''s better to open the cards directly." At this moment, Zong Jiu spoke again, "Hold on." The white-haired young man smiled and said, "It would be a bit unfair to open the cards directly." These words fell in the eyes of those who were looking forward to this scene, it was inexplicable to the extreme. "There is nothing fair or unfair, have you never played cards?" "That is, everyone will play cards together with Allin, where is it unfair?" In the face of these doubts, Zong Jiu''s face remained unchanged and his heart beat. "Although everyone is Allin, some people have more chips and some people have less chips." Having said that, he also gave an example, "For example, I am the one with the least chips." "Think about it carefully. If Allin is like this, people with a lot of chips will also enjoy the same opening treatment as me. Isn''t that unfair?" The others froze for a moment. "It seems to be the same." "The logic seems to be okay." The person in the first seat puts down the wine glass, puts his chin on his crossed hands, the interest in his eyes is getting stronger and stronger. It''s not profitable to get up early, if there is no attempt, who would talk about it here? No one understands this truth better than the devil. It is precisely because of this that he is more curious about the other party''s next move. The white-haired young man who was in the focus of everyone''s sight showed a standard mysterious smile, which belonged to the great magician, and put his index finger gently to his lips. Before Zong Jiu didn''t notice it, he had subconsciously regarded the whole Las Vegas as his first stage after his comeback, and couldn''t wait to stage a showtime. The white-haired youth turned his attention to the top of the dark green gaming table: "The solution is very simple. It is better to start with the player with the lowest stack. The player with the highest stack should have the finale capital." When he said this, Zong Jiu deliberately turned his gaze to look directly at the person in the first place. Those pale pink eyes were amazingly bright in the dim light, and there seemed to be a palpitating bright light inside. The beauty that burst out at this moment cannot be described in any words. "how is it?" There is no doubt that he is provoking, but also rampant enough. It''s really a pair of beautiful eyes. The devil licked his lips and drank the cold red wine that was finally awake in the glass. It''s been a long time since no one dared to make such an invitation face to face. It is undeniable that he is excited. The purple dealer frowned, "There has never been such a precedent in Las Vegas..." However, she was only halfway through when she was interrupted lazily. "can." Everyone looked at no.1 in astonishment. Zong Jiu smiled and applauded, "Since I got the adult''s approval, I will show my ugliness." His goal has been achieved. At the same time, Zong Jiu quickly contacted the main system. He made a very dangerous and terrible decision. Previously, Zong Jiu only used the [Relationship between Sheng Yu and No.1] [Relationship between NPC Doctor and No.1] to exchange chips with the main system, and he also left a hole card in his hand. [The mentor is No.1] This clue is the trump card, and it is also Zong Jiu''s biggest bet. He is betting whether the gambler system is, as he guessed, a high-dimensional program with no emotions but rules. From beginning to end, he didn''t notice any subjective commands or instructions from the main system. The graves of all survivor trainees without exception are horror copies. As for the main system, unless it violates the unshakable iron law in the infinite loop, the main system will never take the initiative to endanger the life of the survivor. Just like when the infinite loop had just entered, the trainees who entered the studio could escape a catastrophe, and those who did not enter could only die. All the decisions of the main system carry such a cold and mechanical meaning. If Zong Jiu was right, even if he stabbed the main system with the news that the tutor was no.1, the main system would not go beyond the authority to obliterate him. On the contrary, he could also use this handle to threaten the demon from the main system and get what he wanted. As for the wrong gambling...maybe it was wiped out on the spot, maybe it was a loss of soul, maybe it was another more terrifying end. Who cares? Gamblers will only enjoy their unparalleled conceit. As for the possibility of losing a gamble? That will definitely not be something they care about. When those two hole cards were turned over, everyone was shocked. The next moment, the exclamation almost overturned the dome with the mural of the Olympus gods. No him, just because of the dazzling 10 of spades and the Q of spades on the table. [Fuck, fuck, who said the royal flush just now, the big prophet! ! ! ¡¿ [This, this, this, I¡¯m stupid] [Royal flush, absolute, who can think of it, no wonder this white-haired guy is so courageous, good fellow, I called good fellow, so I was waiting here] [Who just said that a royal flush can take a million chips, but that¡¯s a million...My mom, send it out] [Wait, doesn''t he count all the people at the gaming table? Didn''t he even think about who he was facing...] As soon as this sentence came out, the barrage was quiet. Compared with the discussion in the live room, the casino has long been silent. Everyone understood the meaning of Zong Jiu''s series of actions just now. First, I called on everyone, Allin, and then tried to turn over his hole cards first. Everyone was wondering why he didn''t change his color and heartbeat in front of the big guys. After playing this game, it is no wonder that people are calm and confident, because they have long been confident. If Zongjiu honestly waited until the third round to open the cards, then no one would say that he was not. Although it''s normal for Allin to have fun, but he did so many tricks. Because his C-rank boss didn''t put him in his eyes, he dug a hole and led everyone to jump down one by one. This is a bright calculation, it is a scheming plan. But no one knows whether this bold move will arouse the displeasure of this adult. Together with the other S-level and A-levels on a gaming table, all eyebrows are frowned. However, Zong Jiu, who was in the vortex of the entire storm, was calm, and even in the mood to order a cup of tequila to the waiter. A thousand is not ashamed, whoever flops will be ashamed. Anyway, he also gambled, and the cards were turned over. All the preparatory work he could do was considered exhaustive. What the final result is, whether one pits the devil off the horse and splits the bonus evenly, or gets pitted, can only be handed over to Tianding. Zong Jiu guessed that the main system at this time had already regarded the news that he knew the identity of the mentor as a surprise to inform the devil. Although Zong Jiu didn''t know who the mentor was, the tarot card told him that the devil was either the mentor himself, or the demon used some unknown method to control the original mentor. The most important thing is that this news is judged by the main system that it cannot be disclosed arbitrarily, or that the time is not yet at the point where it can be disclosed. Otherwise, why didn''t the devil simply sit on the mentor seat, and have to work hard to get off the court and be the black hand behind the scenes. Everyone was silent, waiting for a result. Unexpectedly, a few minutes later, the person in the first seat still did not move. The man still sat on the scarlet chair in an elegant and dangerous posture, his half-length black hair pigtail slipped from his shoulders. He lowered his gaze slightly, and casually landed on the two hole cards in front of him. The pattern dimmed in the light. Basically no one knows, these two cards are exactly the same as the two opened just now. The devil crossed his hands in white gloves, and slowly rubbed it, as if he had fallen into some unconscious contemplation. Light and shadow spread from the top of his head, white wings fell on the bright side, and unknown shadows on the dark side. Just when everyone thought something was wrong, the devil suddenly laughed lowly. "Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--" The laughter grew louder and louder, turning from low to high, and finally to sharp, which was terrifying. All of you here have a chill in their backs. He stood up from the top high, his black leather shoes stepped on the reflection of the crystal chandelier with his teeth and claws, and he closed his eyes and laughed like no one beside him. It is like the Gotham Joker who is full of Whysoserious in the legendary association with sin and darkness; and like the red-haired, mad Hatter in Alice in Wonderland, immersed in his own world. Anyone with a discerning eye can hear that this is not a sneer or sarcasm, but a real smile. That is joy from the heart. Obviously, no one here knows why he laughed so happily. But there is no doubt that while this scene makes people''s spine chill, it is also full of indescribable weird charms. The dealer in Ziyi softly reminded: "My lord, you can''t leave your seat for a long time during the gambling game." After the hole cards are dealt three rounds of raises until the result of the game is reached, it is absolutely forbidden to leave the table in the middle. If the player insists on leaving for more than three minutes, the main system will fold the card. Obviously, three minutes have passed now, and unfortunately, because the community cards are all drawn, there is no way to fold now. Soon, the cold broadcast sound of the main system sounded [no.1 waiver of gambling qualification]. No one thought that in the absence of a fold option, no.1 would choose to abandon the gambling game directly. This means that he will not be able to get all the chips spent in this game. However, the devil seemed ignorant of this. His dark golden eyes stared at the white-haired young man standing there, and suddenly took a step forward. The leather shoes stepped on the soft golden-red carpet, with elongated shadows, and each step made the darkness even closer. This process seems to have become very long, very long. It grows to almost half a century. It is extremely oppressive, dangerous, and the illusion of walking on the edge of death. He crossed the boundary that symbolized danger for strangers, and narrowed their distance to just one arm away. However, Zong Jiu stood in place like an unrelated person, did not take a step back, and even raised a polite smile. Oh shit. Zong Jiu still cursed secretly. Do all the people in the infinite loop use survival points for their height gains? How come all of them are so much taller than him? He thought that he was a good one-meter-eight, but he didn''t expect to be overlooked by two people after entering, which was really uncomfortable. After the two looked at each other for a while, the demon made a move that no one had expected. He suddenly pulled out the budding red rose from his chest. There was a sound of air-conditioning one after another. This is the legendary adult! The distance between the two people is very close, so close that Zong Jiu can see the crystal dew stained on the scarlet petals, and see the sticky malice wrapped in the pupils of the opposite eyes, as if to pull him into it. The quagmire, trapped in a dark golden prison for immortality. No one knows the meaning of pulling out the rose, but everyone knows that the red rose is almost one of the iconic objects of the devil. Is it possible that this white-haired C-level is talented and expresses his appreciation? Ha ha. If the opponent didn''t have that chilling sharp killing intent, Zong Jiu would almost believe it. In fact, he is now shrouded in the shadow of the opponent''s tall body, his muscles are tight. Seeing the white-haired young man''s wary eyes like a blasted cat, the devil smiled again. He lowered his voice and sent the red rose over. His voice was hoarse and sultry, like a lover''s whisper. "I like you very much." Chapter 33: Las Vegas This is a shining plan. If someone else yelled Allin, maybe the person at the table wouldn''t follow that. But Zong Jiu is just a C-level trainee, and another one of the predecessors shouted sweetly, and put himself respectfully in the position of the younger generation. When he said it, it would not be equivalent to smashing. The younger generations have followed, and if the older generations don¡¯t keep up, wouldn¡¯t that be embarrassing. But even so, no one thought that No.1 would choose to abandon the game so straightforwardly. Just as everyone did not expect, this C-level actually did not show any timidity in facing so many S-level occasions, and even set up a game secretly. Just when everyone thought this adult was going to teach him a lesson for the white-haired C-class, the scene before him shocked everyone again. Under the golden dome, two figures, one black and one white, were facing each other at the gaming table. The devil in a black suit propped one hand on the gaming table, with an unexplained smile on his face, leaning slightly, and even the surrounding atmosphere contained a certain unspoken cramped atmosphere, shrouded in the shadows, dangerous and charming . From the outside, the man is more like a well-dressed and elegant professor with a heavy scroll atmosphere. It is a pity that the death and madness of his gestures betrayed him. no.1 This move, let alone facing a C-level rookie. Even for the well-known old people, for those trainees who are ranked A, it is a great honor and gift that you can''t even think about. The more desperate the environment, the more it can create such a distorted extreme fanatical cult of personality, and the more people will hope to draw spiritual power from their beliefs. And now, this scene is the best representative. The sight of countless people almost burned Zong Jiu''s back through. The wrist under the white glove is skinny and full of explosive power, making this bunch of red roses more vivid. Opposite the rose, the white-haired young man had a tall back, his thin lips pressed tightly, and his eyes darkened. Now this look falls in the eyes of others, just like the appreciation from the predecessors, giving encouragement and support to the younger generations. Only Zong Jiu knew what a dangerous situation he was in now. The high shadow cast down, mixed with malice that was so heavy that it made people breathless, Senhan''s murderous aura was like a sharp blade, straight into the skull along the forehead, making the scalp numb. Only for one person, just shroud him in that circle, and feel this indescribable extreme pressure. Zong Jiu still didn''t move, he didn''t even bother to move his eyes. No matter how terrifying the opposite person''s killing intent was, his expression didn''t seem to be turbulent. Of course, exclude his already tight muscles and natural body reactions when facing extreme danger. The man chuckled, "It''s really interesting. I thought it was just two identical hole cards. I didn''t expect you to have such a surprise in your hand." "I kind of believe that prophecy." No.1''s voice is deep and soft, like a bow on the bass strings of a cello: "It''s been so long, and you are the first to threaten me." Not only the first one, but the one that excites him the most, making the cold blood boil. Like a child found a new toy, the dark golden pupils of the devil were full of interest. All the boredom and lack of interest in facing this game were wiped out, and they became eager to try. Zong Jiu still didn''t speak. But he felt the subtext of the other party, ¡®Kill you on the spot if you don¡¯t take the rose¡¯. In full view, he finally reached out a hand with stiff joints and barely accepted the red rose. The murderous spirit was swept away. The man smiled with satisfaction. Even if there is no killing intent and evil thoughts, when confronting this person, he can still feel the indescribable and terrible pressure, and even the air is constricted, strangling the person''s throat and spinal cord. The body was using all stress responses to tell him how terrifying the person in front of him was. Zong Jiu''s eyes trembled. It was not because of fear, in fact, he had never experienced the emotion of fear. The white-haired youth was also excited, unconsciously excited. Because the game meets the opponent, the strong enemy at first glance. It is also because of the tremor and pleasure/sensation gained from walking on the edge of death. "Today these will be the first meeting ceremony." The devil looked at him with a smile, but his eyes fell on Zong Jiu''s hand. Zong Jiu realized that under the pressure of just now, his fingers were already extremely cold. Because of his high concentration, he didn''t notice the sharp thorns on the stem of the rose at all. The vine thorn easily pierced his finger, which was white because of the force. Scarlet blood snaked down from the hideous wound that even the owner hadn¡¯t noticed, and slowly flowed along the raised cyan blood vessels on the pale skin, drawing a vine-like creepy picture, more brilliant than the color of petals. With visual conflict. The man took a step forward, condescendingly nodded the finger of the white-haired young man, and then fluttered away like a feather. The spotless white gloves were stained with a shocking blood, and slowly fainted towards the surroundings. The devil squinted his eyes and slowly took off his gloves, then suddenly lowered his head to whisper in his ear. A few strands of black hair fell to the shoulders of the white hair, abruptly. "I look forward to more surprises from you in the future." On the fingertips touched by the gloves, the skin is smooth and even. The wound was completely gone. ...... After no.1 left, the whole Las Vegas was boiling. Unlike before, what fell on the white-haired young man this time was the tens of thousands of scorching eyes. I don''t know what moves No.1 moved, and only they heard each other in the conversation behind them. That''s why the whole process fell in the eyes of other people, and it was the adult who personally gave his marker to the white-haired newcomer. The newcomer was too excited to hold the bouquet and cut his finger, and the devil treated him with respect and nobility, fully expressing his appreciation for it. "What did that mean just now, that adult admires this newcomer so much..." People talk in whispers. The ardent admirer did not conceal his acidity at all, "It''s just a C-level, why do you get the eyes of an adult?" "But for C-level waste, how can He De let the adults look at him?" "That''s right, he did so much before, and he was both fighting the landlord and playing cards. It turned out to be this idea." "Think about it carefully. If you can take this opportunity to make an impression in front of that adult, even if it just leaks a little bit from your fingers, you will definitely have nothing to worry about in the future." The original position of Xian Zong Jiu in the eyes of the old people is just a newcomer who has a strong momentum and needs to beat and beat. Now that after no.1, there are so many followers who regard him as a thorn in the eye. No one knows when the demon became a legend. There is no doubt that when any infinite loop of survivors knows the beginning of him, he is already in an unreachable position on the top of the cloud. Over the years, he has been so lofty, cruel and ruthless, and has never shown any interest in anyone with the word "friendly". But now, it was broken because of a small C-level trainee. In the eyes of those who worship him as a god, this is tantamount to breaking boundaries. No one would want the gods to step down from the altar, and gods can''t make mistakes, so all the hatred caused by jealousy was transferred to Zong Jiu. It''s hard to say that the devil didn''t mean it, and Zong Jiu has always used the utmost malice to speculate on him. Even if it wasn''t intentional, it was a mentality of watching a good show. However, in this piece of discussion like a wave, the white-haired young man remained motionless, maintaining a posture. He stared at the rose in his hand and smiled in his heart. The reason I was so calm before was because Zong Jiu knew very well that no.1 couldn''t do anything at this moment. Although the trainees are in a competitive relationship with each other, the main system announced the iron rule that they cannot kill each other as early as the start of the game. This is also where Zong Jiu''s confidence lies. And the other party''s subsequent behavior made Zong Jiu confirm that his thinking was correct, otherwise the devil would not even have his hole cards open, and directly chose to withdraw from the gambling game. Thinking about it in this way, the news of [no.1 is the mentor] is undoubtedly quite heavy. There is no doubt that Zong Jiu won this time. Not only won, but also won exceptionally beautiful. The only thing I have to say right now is the price of regaining a city this time. The news of the mentor threatened the devil and also exposed Zong Jiu himself. The most terrible thing is that this secret is obviously extremely weighty. As we all know, dead people do not speak. Zong Jiu is not only alive, but also alive. One can imagine what kind of storms he will endure in the next. But of course, after Zong Jiu knew that no.1''s vest still chose to retaliate, and regained a city, he expected this ending. Just as he hit the doctor to death in the mental hospital, the instructor gave him another F grade, and this hatred could not be dealt with. Anyway, the prophecies say that the two of them will be mortal enemies. In addition, Liang Zi had already forged it before, and Zong Jiu didn¡¯t care about this. He was born with a character that must be repaid, and believes that the devil is not a person with generosity. . No matter if Ji Zongjiu still has Tarot cards in his hand, he is not in the slightest. Most importantly, it''s all worth it. Because that''s a whole million chips! One million! Las Vegas chips and survival points are exchanged one to one. With these chips, Zong Jiu can not only restore his hands, but can even strengthen his hands to the peak level of human stamina, beyond the past. As early as in the room, Zong Jiu had already thought about it. With a million chips, it goes without saying that both hands are naturally important. The magician''s dynamic vision is also very important, and the eyes can be strengthened to the peak level. He even strengthened his strength and fighting. This was what Zong Jiu felt when he had a secret fight with Zhuge in the toilet of the mental hospital. The remaining chips, minus the part of Zong Jiu''s life exchange and mortgage, there are still some exchange items left. Some exchangeable items in Las Vegas are really interesting, Zong Jiu has paid attention to them early. One of the props is called [Strange Black Cassette], which is an extremely unpopular A-level prop. This prop is very interesting, as long as the owner wants, he can take out what he wants from it anytime and anywhere. In fact, the system backpack also has this function. But it''s a pity that the system backpack can only be put into special items, can''t put other things, so I can only give up. The things that can be taken out of the cassette are limited to ordinary items, such as rope, scissors, kitchen knives, candles... etc., and also have the same cooling time limit as Zong Jiu''s tarot cards. Although it is not an offensive prop, and its functionality is relatively tasteless, it can be described as tailor-made for magicians. Because the cassette can be opened anytime and anywhere, it is equivalent to having a portable different-dimensional space, and Zong Jiu can take things out in the next second. As we all know, a magician needs preparation work before performing a magic trick. With this cassette, it means that Zong Jiu can start his performance anytime and anywhere, which is a must for home travel. The gospel of the magician. The second item is called [Standalone Doll], which is also an A-level item. Compared with the black cassette that no one cares about, the avatar doll is almost the number one on the wish list of all horror trainees. No other, just because of the particularity of this prop. It can withstand a fatal crisis when the owner encounters life and death danger. Although the stand-in doll is a one-time consumable item, it is equivalent to an extra life! Looking at all the special props that have appeared in the infinite loop, apart from the "Book of the Dead" that once appeared in the S-level copy "Rameses", there have not really been other props that can provide life protection for the survivor. "Book of the Dead" is an S-class item. After the death of the former holder is dissipated, no one among the tens of millions of survivors currently holds it, leaving only a few words of record. Now there is such a precious life-saving tool, which everyone is yearning for. It''s just that the main system intends to support newcomers. The low-level items of F-level and E-level are as cheap as selling Chinese cabbage on the street. The higher the level, the more scary the bargaining chips. Especially the double doll, the treasure of the town''s casino. As an A-level item, it is more than twice the price of the black cassette. Originally, according to his original plan, even if he made a lot of money, he couldn''t change the black cassette and then put his hands back. As we all know, body strengthening is the most expensive. Because of this, Zong Jiu actually didn''t include this doll in the range of his own must-have at the beginning. But he didn''t expect that the devil would have to give him warmth in the cold winter. All of a sudden, one million chips came up. All planned and unplanned strengthening exchanges were all arranged in one brain, which is gratifying. Since the biggest **** hasn''t spoken, it''s even more impossible for others to say anything. After receiving the purple gold card handed over by the purple-clothed dealer respectfully, Zong Jiu''s surface was calm and happy. The blond son got up from his seat, with a haze-free smile on his face: "Congratulations, little brother." The exorcist on the side made a few polite words, and turned and left with Azan in black. The eyes of those two A-levels looked at him almost completely. It''s a pity that although they have emotions, no one dared to hinder the bright side from doing anything to the favored fellow Zong Jiu. So they finally gave Zong Jiu a vicious look, then turned and left. Only one person did not leave. The man in neat military uniform got up, the heavy cloak was raised behind him, and the hilt of the knife shone coldly. The shadows from the brim of the military hat cast on his deep, well-defined side face, which was quite unkind. He walked to Zong Jiu, his unsmiling face was still cold. "You have changed a lot." Van Zhuo took a deep look at the white-haired young man, his gaze paused impenetrably on the almost dry blood on his fingertips, his dark red eyes were dull for two, and he turned away without looking back. If it weren''t for this look, Zong Jiu would have forgotten that No. 2 was a half-vampire. Thinking of this, he took his hand back a little, and the rose was whirled around at his fingertips, and then passed to the dealer in purple. The barrage exploded directly. [Wait, it''s not what I think it is? ? ? ¡¿ [That''s a devil''s rose, devil''s? ? Is he planning to give away like this? ¡¿ [No, no, no, no, I''m sure, even if I didn¡¯t provoke no.1 before, I will definitely be able to do it now. This white-haired newcomer is really a good killer, absolutely absolutely.] [What are you thinking upstairs, it must be impossible, okay, how could he be so courageous to fight against the devil? ¡¿ However, it turns out that Zong Jiu is really bold. "Beautiful lady." The white-haired young man smiled: "It was your lucky deal that made me win. I think you deserve it more than me." It''s so fragrant to fight against the devil, one million chips at a time, and I can''t even hate it a few times, gkd! Chapter 34: Famine Mountain Village The autumn wind is cold and the dead leaves are desolate. This autumn was exceptionally cold. It was so cold that the wind blew like slices of thin knives, cut in the **** openings of the chapped skin, making people tremble. The village is called Tongbai Village, it is very deserted, with mountains on both sides. On the one hand, it is close to the billowing river, and on the other hand is the wilderness. On weekdays, it can only be walked in from the path between the mountains. Rows of low houses are lined up, sparsely populated, and the mang and green hills behind can not be seen at a glance. The weather today is dark and heavy, and it looks like it is about to rain. The traffickers dragging the broken wooden carts to Yushan Road, gathered from house to house in the open space of the village, watching from a distance. The silent female relatives were tied to the cart, staring at a pair of sullen eyes, and the ragged sweater could not cover the invasion of the cold, let alone the dirt that could almost be rubbed out on the corners. The trafficker used his stiff fingers to index the dirty gross ticket in his hand, spitting stars flying wildly. "Nowadays, teenage girls are not easy to sell. The village in Jiangkou next door can buy one for five yuan. The masters are tired of this and can''t sell it at the previous price." The village at the mouth of the river next to him is only a few miles away from here, but it is located outside the mountain. Except for the steep and difficult mountain road, its geographical location is not known to be much superior to Tongbai Village. Wang Shou sighed fiercely, "Selling one for five yuan also makes a profit. The lady in the family is also a product who can only eat but can''t make it. I will tie her up and sell it in a few days." In the past few years, people have not been able to get enough to eat. It just so happens that this year there is a severe drought. The crops have died out in the fields, the grains have not been harvested, and there has been trouble. The outside is too serious, and the deeper the mountain is, the more terrifying. The worst place is that people in a village starve to death in all likelihood. The bones are laid on the ground and no one collects them. The smell is so bad that they are as cheap as those who are hungry. To the vulture with red eyes. Fathers sell daughters, husbands sell daughters-in-law, and sell them to prostitutes/courts in other cities. There are also those who are so hungry that they can¡¯t eat enough to follow the traffickers voluntarily. There are not many women left in the huge village. Along the way, everyone was thin, skinny, and barely clothed. There was not even a piece of bark left on the side of the road. Although human traffickers travel to and from various villages and traffic women in the pretext of famine, they sometimes have a nameless fear of this village of Tongbai hidden deep in the canyon. This feeling is not easy to describe. If you have to blame it, it is the scene he saw at the market at the back of the village a few days ago. He traveled north and south, and his life had been memorized, but it was the first time he saw him in that scene. After going back, he tossed and turned for a long time, then went around a few times, finally only intending to come in for the last business. ¡ª¡ªThe business of girls in other places is not easy to do. Either the disaster is not serious enough, and they are unwilling to sell their flesh and blood to those places to suffer, or they have not lost their relationships under the torment of hunger. Only in this severely-disastered village of Tongbai, the whole village gave out in one breath. The males were responsible for tying them and selling them. Every time they came back, they received five or six good goods. This was supposed to be the last business of the trafficker in this village, but the villagers'' words made him think again. Not a girl of fourteen or five years old, adults in their twenties can get a higher price, the big people in the city like the latter one, and sometimes they can get a net profit of twenty or thirty yuan. Who is not moved by it? The trafficker''s hand for counting the money paused, "All right, you must be strict, and I will come again at night the day after tomorrow." Wang Shou smiled, "Don''t you worry about me doing things? The lady''s stomach was uncomfortable, and she fled back to her family a few days ago." He was so thin that his cheeks were sunken, he squatted down and kicked viciously at the wooden wheel. The girl in the car showed a look of fear in her eyes, and she couldn''t stop shrinking back. He was thoughtful and muttered to himself: "It''s okay, the money-losing goods are still there. If you count the time, she will definitely come back and take a look." The trafficker did not speak, and drove the same skinny mule onto the road and slowly drove away from this deserted village deep in the mountains. The dead leaves engulfed the wind, whirling, blowing from a distance. After finishing the vote, he won''t come to this evil village. The sound of the mule''s hooves followed the reel of the wooden wheel gradually away, into the forest further away, and could no longer be heard. ...... Everything fell into a static state of solidification. [DiDiDi...The main system is being linked] After this pre-story, the trainees in the square also found that they could finally move their feet and move around in a narrow area. They were all put on coarse cloth clothes that were consistent with this copy era, and the grade badges hung on their chests indicated their identities. Although the surrounding scenery is frozen, the trainees are free to walk around this empty square. Many people are secretly looking at the other trainees in this dungeon. After seeing the two S-levels present, and the two high-level S-levels, everyone took a breath. Not only S-level, but also A-level, B-level and C-level, the upper three ranks are not a few. After seeing this scene, many D-level and E-level trainees'' faces turned pale with "Why--". Many trainees have analyzed that the difficulty of the horror copy will be adjusted according to the strength of the participants. This is only the second game. Two high-level S ranks were added to one instance. One can imagine how difficult this instance will be. They are newcomers. They survived the first game with great difficulty, and they got the chance to live at the cost of their lives in Las Vegas, staying behind and knowing the preciousness of life. It''s not sensational, just the scene of this special event in Las Vegas, you don''t know how many practice life and death are caused. At the beginning, the main system proposed a method of exchanging organs for chips. The rookie who has no initial gambling capital is desperate, enters the casino with chips, and loses his eyes at the gambling table. Winners take more chips to the more advanced gaming tables, to the unknown fate in front of them. The loser can only return to the front desk in a desperate manner, using more organs for mortgage. Infinite Loop has never opened a channel for special item exchange before. The horror of the first copy also made them fully aware that one more item represents one more hope of survival. The main system does not want all the trainees to die, it opens up channels. As long as they don''t want to die, newcomers with brains will desperately seize this opportunity. But all of this is based on bones and blood. The trainee who had taken a generous stake was triumphant, and his greed grew bigger and bigger. Finally, he returned to the pre-liberation at the high-level gaming table and lost a lot of money, and he couldn''t even get the chips to redeem himself. Practitioners at low-level gaming tables have repeated spleen. They have won and lost, and have been forced to pay for some organs in their bodies for some F-level and E-level props, lacking an eye, and missing a few fingers everywhere. Yes. Many gamblers who squandered their chips did not dare to walk out of the gates of the Las Vegas palace. There are bankrupts who simply smashed their jars and immersed themselves in the golden palace lounge, gathering crowds to buy drunk, waiting for the moment of trial. There are also people kneeling on the crimson carpet and begging for high-level trainees. They even use all kinds of dirty trades to do things in a low voice, just in exchange for a bargaining chip to sustain their lives. In the face of the cruel problem of survival, everything has become cold and realistic. Humanity is displayed naked/naked/naked. Three days later, the cold mechanical sound of the main system filled the trainee dormitory. [The special scene "Las Vegas" will be permanently closed after ten minutes, and every trainee will be liquidated immediately. Trainees with less than the initial gambling funds will be immediately executed for organ removal or forced obliteration] This event is enough to leave a memory for everyone. The number of horror trainees who originally had more than 10,000 people dropped sharply, but now there are only 7,000. Naturally, there are also people who are in the limelight during this period. The most eye-catching is the C-level trainee with conspicuous hair color. Coincidentally, he also appeared in this venue. Magician Zongjiu. This name can be said to be a hit overnight. Many trainees in the audience were looking at the white-haired young man. The magician in the casino can be said to be infinite, not only winning all the way, but also grabbing a million huge chips in one fell swoop at the central gaming table. The most important thing is-he won the favor of that adult. The new people looked at him with admiration and fear; except for a few of the old people, they were almost all indifferent, with a strong smell of fire/medicine. [The 360-degree panoramic camera with no dead ends in all directions has been turned on. The personal live broadcast room will not be open for the whole round of the competition, only the public live broadcast of the copy is open] [The trainee has entered the live broadcast state] Although the main system is still loading, the camera is the first to open at the same time. Those survivors who had not entered the dungeon of horror opened the onlooker channel and rushed into the live broadcast room. ¡¾I''m coming! ! ! Let me see what scene this copy is! ¡¿ [It looks like a deserted village? It looks a bit like Asia, I don¡¯t know the age, it looks like it¡¯s quite early] [Not what I said, it looks like this architectural model is weird and eerie...Forget it, how can a horror copy not be eerie. jpg] [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the configuration of this copy is so luxurious. [Indeed, no.3, no.4, two high-level S-levels! Ma yeah, according to the appearance of two S-levels in the previous round, the difficulty of the dungeon was directly raised to the level of S-level. I suddenly felt that this dungeon was also, um...] [It doesn¡¯t matter whether it can be resolved or not, the most important thing is that I can lick the magician brother¡¯s face again, awsl, in this cold infinite loop, only beauty can sustain me] [Upstairs seconded +10086] The barrage is noisy and yelling. Zong Jiuan stood quietly in place, completely indifferent. He tried to figure out the pre-scene just now, and then looked at the surrounding environment. Then he turned his eyes and met the black-haired man who was standing not far from him. It''s him again. Zong Jiu felt that he was too predestined with this person. But the other party is a literary and martial sacred stick, and he is also very smart, knows more than him, and is a variable that is difficult to control. Zhuge nodded indifferently at him, saying hello. Wearing a simple but simple dress on his body, it really made him feel like a reclusive madman. In addition, No. 4''s Azan in black is also not far away, twisting his eyebrows and thinking, not knowing what he is thinking. Anthony, a blood clan of the A grade, put his hands in his pockets, and saw the white-haired young man''s back look gloomy. Yi Ruisi, the landlord who fought with Zong Jiu before, was also among them. Zong Jiuzi looked around carefully and found that apart from these few people, there were no faces he knew well. There is no figure of no.1 either. Thinking of No.1''s ability and Sen Leng''s killing intent at that time, Zong Jiu was almost certain that the other party would come to trouble him in this dungeon. See the trick. He thought casually. The devil only knows that Zong Jiu lifted his mentor¡¯s waistcoat, but he didn¡¯t know that Zong Jiu even used him as an NPC, and his ability to control trainees was also uplifted, not to mention that Zong Jiu also had a vest specially used to lift the waistcoat. S-level props. With good use of this, Zong Jiu can come to a surprise victory without any fear. It was at this time that the system was finally loaded. [The main system has been successfully linked] [The second game of thriller trainees is open, currently located at venue three: Famine Village] [The clearance mode of this field is the identity card mission mode. The trainees are divided into two camps, the camps are different, the main tasks and extra tasks are also different] [Complete the main task to pass the level, complete the extra task to get additional rewards, and the main task will be eliminated if the main task fails. Additional tasks are non-mandatory tasks, if successful, the level evaluation coefficient will be doubled, failure has no impact] [Identity cards have been issued to all trainees¡¯ backpacks, please check them carefully] Two camps? The trainees looked terrified and looked up their ID cards in their minds. Zong Jiu opened his ID card. Surprise today. He got it¡ªthe inner ghost card. The main task of Neguika is to find out the truth and get the culprit to be punished. As for the extra tasks...the inner ghost card has no extra tasks. The main system shows that because the inner ghost card has a certain particularity, it defaults that the inner ghost only needs to complete the main task to automatically get additional rewards for the special task. Oh, how can the main system speak so well? He didn''t believe Zong Jiu killed. Sure enough, when he saw the next line, he knew what the special nature of Neguika meant. The main system keeps saying that the game is divided into two camps, but in fact- Looking at the small line at the bottom, Zong Jiu fell silent. There was only one inner ghost who got the inner ghost card, and that was Zong Jiu. Lucky Goose Zong Nine: "..." Play the only inner ghost among more than 30 people, Wei! Chapter 35: Famine Mountain Village There was silence in the square, and everyone looked down at their ID cards. Identity cards are divided into two camps, and each person''s identity role in the horror copy is also different. It is a very serious matter to make a character set mistake in the play mode. If the npc is allowed to detect the problem, it will affect the trainee''s task process at a small amount, and it will be judged to be obliterated when the copy is settled. Because of this, no one dares to be careless. Unexpectedly, this copy of the role-playing requirements is equally small. On the contrary, it was the same as the copy of the mental hospital that Zong Jiu experienced. Zong Jiu also continued to look at the inner ghost card he had obtained in his mind. The owner of this identity on the ID card was originally not an aboriginal in this village, but a refugee who followed other refugees in the village. The above is the surface identity. In fact, his true identity is not a refugee, but a corpse shoveler looking for an opportunity to come to this village to collect fresh corpses. Surprised, not surprised, not surprised.jpg Zong Jiu: "..." This identity is a bit fashionable. According to the custom of cadavers, they all need to train a well-trained "corpse leader" to act as the leader of the corpse. If you don''t have a good leader, you can''t get rid of the corpse. Coincidentally, the identity card also showed that he was a half-bucket of water who had just stepped into the road. He took a few phrases and yellow symbols that he was not very proficient in reciting and went on the road. The so-called fledglings are not afraid of tigers. After leaving the teacher, I directly calculated what geomantic and shady land is around, and rushed all the way, mixing in these refugees who tried to hide in the mountains, looking for an opportunity to find a perfect corpse that could serve as the leader of the corpse. No wonder. Zong Jiu was still thinking before that there must be some inevitable conflict between the inner ghost and the ordinary card. Now after seeing the identity of the inner ghost, it is not surprising at all. Ordinary cards will definitely stand on the opposite side of the corpse chaser. It is speculated that the main task of the ordinary card is to protect the villagers with a high probability. According to the iron law, trainees cannot kill each other, so this corpse must be in the npc in this deserted village. Since the main task is to "find a perfect corpse", the meaning of this task issued by the main system is self-evident. Ordinary people want to protect the villagers, and the inner ghost card only needs the corpse. Zong Jiu doesn''t know who is the "perfect corpse", but there is no doubt that in the next mission time, the more people who die, the better it is for him. Although trainees cannot kill NPCs by themselves, they can still help. of. It is not easy to come to this village. With so many advanced trainees present, the difficulty of the instance will only be higher but not lower. But who cares. He dared to do things before he recovered his hands. Now when he recovers his hands and even strengthens to the top with his eyes, Zong Jiu will only grow more waves. Who doesn''t love behind the scenes! After thinking about it, Zong Jiu pulled his consciousness away from his identity card. Because the identity card is a corpse slayer, he is also equipped with corresponding identity props. Among other things, although the number of people in the faction is more than 30 to one, it is enough to be called an enemy of the whole world, but the treatment of this inner ghost card is really good. He directly prostituted a wave of identity props for the corpsesmith. A C-class dementor bell, and a pack of F-class yellow talisman paper for unknown purposes. The special props in the horror dungeon are quite rare, otherwise the new trainees will not lose their arms and legs. If Zong Jiu passes the customs smoothly, these props will be able to be included in his pocket smoothly, which is simply beautiful. The inner ghost in the psychiatric hospital copy has the immunity to not die on the hands of the unsolvable supernatural beings. Is it possible that the inner ghost in this copy also has the immunity, and that Zong Jiu is upset. Even with a lot of thoughts in his mind, the white-haired young man still remained calm on the surface, maintaining an expression and standing in place. In order to fit the background of the copy, the clothes of the trainees were changed to quilts and commoners, with straw sandals on their feet and a cloth pouch on their shoulders, which seemed to have little sense of contradiction. At this moment, the voice of the main system also sounded in due course. [Famine Mountain Village has officially opened] [The duration of this copy is seven days. The copy will be closed at 12 midnight on the seventh day and the settlement will be opened. Please pay attention to the reasonable allocation and arrangement of the time.] After the mechanical sound disappeared, the surrounding scenery also came back to life as if being swept by the water. The trainees were all watching other people secretly, and no one took the lead. "Hey, who are you? Where are you from!" At the square of Tongbai Village near the entrance of the village, more than 30 strange faces suddenly appeared, which naturally attracted the attention of the aboriginal NPCs. The villager Wang Shou who appeared in the preceding plot stood not far away, walking toward this side with an unkind expression. Behind him, dozens of villagers are still carrying hoes and sickles in their hands, and their faces are vigilant. In this copy, there is not a Messiah who has enough prestige and warm heart. The two S-ranks that were put into this dungeon were still very few words, like the character of a lone wolf, and had no interest in helping justice to preside over the overall situation. For a while, everyone looked at each other, like a disc of sand, not knowing how to answer. The two sides confronted each other for dozens of seconds, and seeing the smell of fire/medicine in the air getting heavier, finally an A-level who looked honest and honest opened his mouth. "Dear brothers, don''t get me wrong, we have escaped from the outside without malicious intent. We just want to find a place to rest in the village." Wang Shou looked at them suspiciously, "Escaped here?" The people in the whole village are all yellow and thin, with well-defined ribs in the open neckline, thin skin and bones all over their bodies, covered with frostbite and dirt. Anyone with eyes can see that these people who claim to be fleeing are not only wearing clean clothes, but also fat, with red lips and white teeth. He was talking about fleeing, and he seemed to be a bit more dignified than the young masters in the city. "No, outsiders are not welcome in our village." He made a nasty voice and made a gesture to chase them out with the villagers behind him. The trainees were all anxious at this time. Lin Guoxing hurriedly stepped forward, "Wait!" He is the A-level honest man who took the lead to speak just now. As a senior old man, Lin Guoxing certainly knows what the situation is now. I''m really going to be driven out by the people in the village. It''s still light to sleep and eat, and the main thing is to complete the main task! Thinking of the main task of "protecting the villagers" on the identity card, Lin Guoxing smiled bitterly in his heart. The higher-level trainees have more privileges. The privilege of A-level trainees is not only to have an exclusive presidential suite, they can also know the clues about the next copy in advance. At the end of the last dungeon, Lin Guoxing knew the background of the second round of the dungeon. The background of the deserted village is quite common in the horror dungeon, and it can be regarded as one of the classic horror constructions. Lin Guoxing guessed at the time that this copy might be unfolded using the old-fashioned role-playing model. But what he didn''t expect was that after the dungeon was opened, the main system actually told him that it was a faction mode. Forget the faction mode, the main task is still the most troublesome protection task. Generally speaking, the main missions of the horror dungeon are divided into many types, such as finding out the truth, finding items, completing commissions, escape from desperation, and surviving within a time limit... But ask the survivors which type is the least willing to encounter , The protection task definitely topped the list. As we all know, the brain circuits of npc in the horror copy are different from ordinary people, and it is difficult to understand and communicate with ordinary people''s thinking. To protect them, or to persuade them not to go to death, is simply harder than going to heaven. There used to be **** cases in infinite loops. In an A-level dungeon, the survivors need to protect the whole family and escape from being chased and killed by ghosts. According to the routine of the protective mission, as long as one person can protect the family, it can be counted as the main task to complete the customs clearance. However, the whole family in this dungeon seemed to be lowered, and they had to die and ran back. Calabash Baby rescued Grandpa, and sent them to Ligui one by one, which finally led to the misery of the entire survival team. . Just like the deserted village in front of me. If the trainees can''t even stay in the village, what about protection? Obviously, other people also realized this and stepped forward. "Yes, yes, we are only here to flee temporarily, and will not affect the people in your village." "Big brothers hold your hands high, we will rest here for seven or eight days and leave, absolutely not to disturb you." After seeing the anxiety on these people''s faces, Wang Shou rolled his eyes. He waved his hand to signal the villagers behind him to stay calm and put on an impatient posture. "Okay, you can live if you want to live. But the village can''t let you eat plain rice, you have to give some benefits." benefit? The people looked at each other. [It¡¯s too real to give some benefits] [Speaking of which, trainees should not have the money of this era, right? ¡¿ Some trainees asked: "The advantage you said is...?" Wang Shou picked up the **** on the ground and pointed to the trainee''s backpack. The other villagers exchanged glances one by one. Tongbai Village is not a person who has never been to fleeing, but it is the first time that the fleeing still carries so many bulging things. "But¡ª" The trainee hesitated. Although they are all refugees, their identities are also different, and the things they carry in their bags are different. The villagers became impatient, "Stop talking nonsense, take off your bags if you want to live in the village!" The scene fell into a stalemate. No one thought that Azan in black, who had been standing on the edge of the crowd, moved his head instead. He walked over and threw the suitcase in his hand to the villagers. Several pairs of dirty hands pulled the knot apart, and all eyes were green when they saw the contents. There was nothing in the black Azan''s package, except for a few copper plates, there was also a handful of grey dried meat. The eyes of the people around the parcel were green. They reached out and took it. Wang Shou smashed it with a hoe. "What''s the hurry? You haven''t taken it yet, you are quite fat." He is the son of the village chief, a well-known bully, and the good things in the village are his first share. Even if a blood hole was smashed into the hand, the villagers did not dare to return their mouths, and only laughed in a low voice. Wang Shou turned his head back with a cold snort, picked up a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth. The eyes of the villagers behind him were glued to his hands, with straight salivation and longing, and the sounds of swallowing one after another. In recent years, famine has swept across the entire land. It is the gods who are not beautiful and the locusts are crossing the border. A county doesn''t know how many people died of starvation. Sometimes in the next river, dozens of floating corpses can be seen every day. In this case, if people can''t eat enough, how can they manage livestock? The only pigs and cows in the village had disappeared the year before last. Even the bark of the trees in the mountains was completely peeled off by the hungry people. The whole meal was made of leaves, not to mention meat. Obviously he was full, but a strange thirst rushed in Wang Shou''s stomach. "It''s okay, the taste is far worse than the white meat at the back of our village." He smashed his mouth, kicked the remaining dried meat and the copper plate into his arms, "Okay, let''s you." The other trainees were whispering behind them, all seeming to breathe a sigh of relief. "It''s that simple? You just need to hand over your bags to pass?" "I just looked at it, and there is some dry food in my bag." There are also trainees who want to cry without tears, "Ah! What to do, there is no package in my identity setting." "Neither do I, can''t we get in?" After entering the infinite loop, the physiological functions of the survivor are stopped. Although it is possible to satisfy the desire of the tongue, there is no need for humans to eat, and it will not be the same as these copies of NPCs that they will starve to death if they do not eat. Besides, even if they are greedy, they will not be able to appreciate these inferior foods after eating the delicacies in the trainee dormitory kitchen. With an S-level head, many trainees obediently walked under the supervision of the villagers and waited in line for the search. Those unpackaged trainees can only stand aside in embarrassment. [Did you just announce the faction about the faction? Everyone looks very wary now] [Yes, they all seem to be staring at the package, but why do some people have packages and others do not? ¡¿ [This...maybe refugees are also divided into high and low, some wax. jpg] [I think this idea is correct. If it''s an inner ghost, even if it''s the same outfit, there will definitely be a little difference in personal supplies, right? When I was in the square, everyone was staring. It¡¯s a bit difficult to move sneakily] [Alas, it¡¯s a pity that this game only has collective cameras, not individual live broadcast rooms, otherwise at least we viewers can easily guess who the ghost is.] The old **** Zong Nine was there, he was originally empty-handed, and both the yellow talisman and the soul-defying bell were tied to his waist. Since it is a prop, it can be put into the system space. It''s really not good, just plug the corpse smith''s exclusive props into the system backpack and it will be done. Don''t worry about this small matter that will cause your identity to be exposed. After everyone had checked it, let alone trainees, even the barrage didn''t notice the reason. The other side also came to an end. A large amount of food was found, and the villagers were pleased and their attitude was loosened a lot. "Alright, since the benefits have been paid, our village will take you in for a while." But there were more than 30 people in front of him, and Wang Shou remembered that there were not so many vacancies in the village. He thought for a while, "Well, if you have paid the food, you will take them to the vacant room, and those who have not paid the food will be brought to the back of the old locust tree." The villager named Lao Qiang suddenly raised his head and hesitated: "Is there anything wrong with... over there?" "What can be wrong." Wang Shou said impatiently, "It''s been so long, it''s up to you." Old Qiang did not dare to refute, so he responded repeatedly. Before leaving, Wang Shou motioned for him to come over. "Watch this group of people, there must be a big fish on them." Not far away, Zong Jiu mingled in the team that hadn''t paid, and silently drew a card for the "behind the old locust tree" in their mouth. The white-haired young man lowered his head, calmly looked at the reversal card in his hand, and fell into thought. He drew the thirteenth card of the Grand Arcana, Grim Reaper. Chapter 36: Famine Mountain Village While following the leader of the village, Zong Jiu recalled the "Tarot Guide" in his heart. Twenty-two large Alcanaris, the most ominous one is undoubtedly the "Tower" on the 16th. Compared with the "high tower" destroying everything, the destructive power of both the forward and the reverse is terrible, but the **** of death has a trace of vitality. This vitality can be maximized when the death card is reversed. The serial number of the **** of death is 13. As we all know, 13 is a rather ominous number in the West. In the Last Supper, Judas, the twelfth disciple of Jesus, betrayed him for thirty silver coins. In the end, **** was crucified and suffered. Therefore, the number 13 in the West has always been equivalent to bad luck and fits the meaning of death. The "Tarot Guide" explains in detail the difference between Reaper''s upright and reversed positions. Reaper: Failure, end. Rebellion: abandon the past, rebirth from the ashes, live to death, miracles. Zong Jiu''s thoughts flicked for a few seconds on rebirth from the ashes, and he took the cards back casually. At this moment, the team stopped just in time. "Arrived." The leader, Qiang, stood in front of a mud house by the side of the road, "Here is the one who has just paid for the food." Then he pointed at a distance, "Those who have not paid, you live behind the tree." At the end of the path he pointed to, there was an old locust tree with yellowed leaves hanging on the branches, swaying with the cold wind blowing from the side. Behind the lush branches and leaves of the locust tree, an old and gloomy earthen house stood still, and the doorway was dark, making it creepy from a distance. The trainees were brought over in two teams, and those who had paid the rations looked at the people who did not pay the rations with pity, and felt very grateful. Combining the previous dialogue between Wang Shou and Lao Qiang, anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is definitely a problem with the broken house behind the old locust tree. Barrage is also being discussed. [Obviously they are all trainees who came in together, but because someone has a package in the initial setting of the ID card, and someone does not have a package, it leads to a huge difference in the opening. This really depends on the face.] [Really look at the face +1, to be honest, I think there must be something wrong with that broken house, here must be the law of horror movies] [Come here to buy Ding Lishou, and see who the trainees here who have not paid the food will sacrifice to the sky first] [First exclude Zhuge''s dark, secondly exclude magician, others can choose any combination] The trainees on the other side are obviously very unbalanced, but they dare not say anything in front of the villagers holding the hoes. It may be really bad luck. The strength of the group that has not paid the food is uneven, sparse, and occupy a large area are all newcomers. The old man is almost faulty, the highest is only Zhuge An of No. 3, and the next one is C-level, which can be described as a rookie pecking each other. In this case, people would subconsciously want to find a backbone, so everyone couldn''t stop looking at Zhuge in the same queue. It is a pity that the latter does not move like a mountain, and is noncommittal about the current status quo, but lowers his eyebrows, as if thinking about something. The big brother is like this, the other bunch of D-level and E-level newcomers dare not go up and disturb him. At this time, one of the trainees finally cringed and said, "I, shall we go to the house and take a look first?" Although I don''t know the age of this copy, a large-scale famine can occur, and it is impossible to be a modern civilized society. It''s getting late now, and I''m afraid it will be dark if it continues. Since there are no electric lights, it will be even more terrible. A trainee immediately agreed, "Yes, let''s go and take a look, otherwise it won''t be good if it gets dark." That being said, everyone, look at me and I look at you, but no one can take a step. At this moment, the white-haired young man put down his arm and walked towards the intersection first. The others'' eyes lit up and immediately followed. Although the old people didn''t look very pleasing to this popular C-class, the newcomers were convinced by all of Zongjiu. The old people have the right way and strength, and they are accustomed to steady group actions. The horror trainee is another competitive arena. A newcomer will go up and another old man will fall off. The xenophobia is very serious. The newcomers are always a starting line, rolling and struggling in the cruel dungeon of horror, knowing how difficult it is for Zong Jiu to reach the third level with a shot like this, so he is more admired. Coupled with Zong Jiu''s big show in Las Vegas, everyone knows that he won a million chips, and now even the elderly have to weigh in. That''s a full million survival points! Even if it is given to a pig, the pig can be strengthened into a steel porcupine! Zong Jiu ignored the small tail behind him, he walked up to the old locust tree and frowned. Someone wondered, "Strange. When we just walked over, the bark of those trees was stripped clean, why is the bark of this tree still not eaten?" "Because the locust tree is yin, it is also called a ghost tree, no one dares to eat it." Zong Jiu said. In folklore, the locust tree is a very unlucky and fierce tree. It is heavy and easy to provoke unclean things. Few people will plant it in front of the house, not to mention it is still such a big one. "Which of you has redeemed props, please prepare, let''s go in and have a look." The others trembled three times, looking at the dark room behind the tree, their legs were soft. "Hurry up, just come in and take a look. What''s so scary about so many people? It''s getting dark soon. It''s better to sleep with a house than without a house." Zong Jiu urged, and pretended to take out an ordinary dagger from the black cassette. The black cassette is equivalent to a portable space, very easy to use, you can pull out ordinary items from it anytime, anywhere. Everyone looked at his actions and thought that this dagger was an advanced prop from Las Vegas, and they also took out their own props one by one, like a big enemy. "Boom¡ª" The door was in tatters and was unlocked, so it opened as soon as it was pushed. The trainee who pushed the door was too flustered, and accidentally pushed the other half of the door to the ground, and the cold wind began to flow backwards. Zong Jiu held the dagger in his hand, lowered his eyebrows, and headed toward the house. This is not because he is a master of art, but because he is still holding the dementing bell on his other hand, which is not afraid. Through the window lattices and the hole rotted out by termites, the light from outside barely shone in, making this small earthen room full of pictures. There are not many things on display in the house. What I have to say is an empty house that has been abandoned for a long time, and the ground is full of dirt. The beams of the house were covered with moss, and a corner of the water tank placed in the corner was broken. You can only vaguely see the sewage contained in it. This kind of house can only squint against the wall, even if it is resting. The only advantage is to avoid the autumn wind outside. "what--" The trainee following behind suddenly let out a short scream. The barrage is a red exclamation mark. [Fucking this scream really shocked me] [Me too, called me spirit all at once...] The person who was investigating immediately showed vigilance, turned his head with the props, and prepared for the supernatural scene. At the corner, a fat gray shadow jumped out of the hole in the wall. The trainee faltered, "Yes, it''s a mouse." Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. With such an interruption, everyone''s tension has melted a lot. For the elderly, how to get a high evaluation in the dungeon is the goal; for the newcomers, it is good to survive. They know that they are divided into two camps, but anyway, trainees have an iron rule that they cannot kill each other. Random tasks are not as mandatory as the main task, and it doesn''t matter if they don''t do it, so few people care about it. The screaming trainee scratched his head embarrassedly, "My name is Xu Su, sorry, everyone, I was really afraid of mice since I was a kid, I didn''t intentionally scare everyone just now." Others waved their hands, and someone took the opportunity to suggest, "Since we want to get along with this copy next, why don''t we get to know it briefly?" After speaking, everyone subconsciously shifted their gaze to Zong Jiu. Although Zong Jiu didn''t do anything himself, this group of newcomers already vaguely looked at him as the leader. The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows. To be honest, if you put yourself in the position of leader and show a good appearance for everyone, it is really hard to arouse suspicion. No wonder the Messiah was so active in the first copy, relying on the trust of the elderly, the ignorance of the newcomers, and the weakness of blind obedience in the public''s psychology, and finally he was able to retreat. After getting to know each other briefly, the atmosphere in the house improved a lot. Everyone randomly chose a place to sit in the room, looked at each other, and sighed. "Obviously, we are all trainees. We are really unlucky. How come there is no package?" Xu Su glanced outside, feeling lingering, "We are going to stay here for seven days." "Yeah, this room is dark and cold, and I''m scared to look at it." "Don''t mention it, maybe you will have to live like this tonight. Alas, but it''s okay, look at how hungry the villagers outside are. Anyway, we don''t have to eat." Zong Jiu didn''t participate in the discussion. He squatted against the wall in the middle, listening to their discussion while looking at the wall behind him. As soon as he glanced over, he found something wrong with the wall. This room is close to the mountain, with a leaky roof. It is uninhabited for years and months. Even the wall is covered with green-black moss, densely covered with large patches. But if you look closely, you will find that there are some slight differences in the height of their growth, resulting in an uneven cross section. The white-haired young man picked a branch from the ground at random and scraped off the wall moss bit by bit. With his movements, the covered wall also exposed the soil behind. On those rammed earth walls, shocking white marks suddenly appeared. "Fuck, what is this?!" Zong Jiu''s actions did not avoid other people. When the people in the room found something was wrong, they joined the wall scratching project one by one. They peeled off almost the entire wall of moss and gasped for a while watching the scene in front of them. [My mother, these traces look like...] [It¡¯s not what I guessed it, shivering. jpg] [The one upstairs is what you guessed it (loudly)] The trainee turned pale: "It looks like it was scratched out with nails?" "Look, the height is just right..." He gestured, "Half a wall, the higher part is gone, and I can''t reach up." The room was quiet and terrible. The walls of the earthen houses in the countryside have always been compacted, let alone so densely packed, there are traces of one or two centimeters deep. If it is caused by humans, I am afraid that the fingers have to be worn off. If it was not caused by humans... it would be even more terrifying. Fear and coolness rushed all the way from the soles of everyone''s feet to the sky. Although I had guessed that there was a problem in this room, everyone was lucky enough, and now this is the next exciting thing. Xu Su wanted to cry without tears, "Yes, or let''s go out to sleep in the open air." The others did not speak. To be honest, on the premise that it was clearly told that this was a terrorist copy, the entire village would not be safe to go. Even if you sleep outside, it''s still dangerous, but it might be even more dangerous. At this moment, there was a creaking sound from the wooden board. Everyone turned back. The man at the door retracted his hand and glanced at everyone in the house coldly, "Come out." For a moment, the newcomers standing in front of the wall looked at each other. Seeing that they didn''t react, Zhuge''s tone became more impatient, "If you don''t come out to collect firewood, do you want to sleep here for one night? Aren''t you afraid of being frozen to death?" When he said so, the trainees reacted. The days have come when the autumn and winter meet, this broken-soil roof is mostly wind-proof, and the temperature difference between day and night in the mountains is still big, and the clothes on everyone are not too thick. If you sleep like this for a night, I am afraid that your whole body will be stiff when you wake up. . So a dozen people followed in a swarm, no one dared to stay in the house. They were divided into two teams in front of the house, one team followed Zhuge to collect firewood secretly, and the other team followed Zong Jiu to find villagers. Fortunately, despite the severe famine in the village, there is enough firewood. Wandering on the hillside not far away, you can pick up a lot under the tree, and finally everyone has a large pile of dead branches in their arms. After the firewood-picking team came back, the team that asked the villagers to borrow flint and steel also returned. The white-haired young man shook his head, "No, they don''t want to borrow." Although I have known the faces of the villagers in this village for a long time, I don''t even want to borrow the cheapest flint and steel. The newcomers were immediately angry, and said grimly: "Damn, these bastards, who wants to protect them!" "That is, all people who engage in human trafficking are damned, and they only sell women, a bunch of gangsters." "Fuck me, I''m so angry." A stream of light flashed in Zong Jiu''s eyes. He guessed right, the main task of the ordinary card is really to protect the villagers. "But, what shall we do now?" Zhuge frowned secretly, "I can light the fire, let''s go." What does it mean to be able to ignite? The others watched the big man clutching a bundle of firewood, and did not dare to ask more. More than a dozen people were holding the firewood, empty-handed and empty-handed, and returned to the wooden house at the end of the path. After all this tossing down, the sky almost changed from gloomy to black blue. The night is approaching. When he reached the intersection, Xu Su suddenly said "Ah" again. The trainee walking in front of him was taken aback by him again, and his tone was grumpy, "Why did you scream again? There is another mouse?" "No...no." Xu Su''s voice trembled, and she stretched out her fingers, "Well, there, there seems to be someone on it." Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing. In front of the gloomy earthen house, the lush canopy on the top of the locust tree was stained scarlet. Accompanied by gravity, his long tongue stretched out to his chest, his arms hung over his knees, and the cloth on his body swayed like a torn sack in the cold wind. A dead man was hanged there. Chapter 37: Famine Mountain Village The weather/wish to be late. The canopy of the old locust tree floats in the sky where the black and purple colors meet, making the blood-stained bit out of place. A cold wind blew by, blowing the long strips hanging on the canopy back and forth, like a torn sack that was abandoned at will. It took a while before someone spoke tremblingly. "Then, is that a person?" Zong Jiu frowned, "It should be. It looks like it has been dead for a while." The barrage squeezed a sweat. [It''s more than just being dead for a while, if it''s a long time, it will be weathered... Arms down to ankles, my mother] [Yes, after being hanged, people will droop according to gravity. This corpse should have been dead for several days, otherwise the tongue will not be so long] [I haven''t seen such a big person when the camera turned here just now, or was it dead for several days? stimulate¡¿ [Terrorist incident occurred as long as I entered the dungeon. Sure enough, the difficulty of this dungeon is not low, absolutely absolutely] The white-haired young man turned around and asked, "Did anyone notice this tree when we first came out?" The others shook their heads. Everyone looked carefully before entering the house, it is impossible that such a big person hanging on the canopy can''t be seen. And it lasted less than an hour from when they entered the house to when they left and when they came back. Apart from anything else, this old locust tree has a height of more than ten meters. The trunk is straight, and there is no bulge or point that can make it stronger. It is impossible to reach the crown of the tree in just half an hour. Not to mention that it was a hanged corpse. The difficulty of the operation can be imagined, and it is almost impossible to cover people''s eyes. No one dared to stay in the earthen hut while collecting firewood, and everyone followed. After such an incident, no one dared to approach the gloomy house, so a group of people waited here, and the other group went to find the villagers. After everyone worked together to hook the corpse down with hemp rope, everyone was stunned. The villagers who had just cursed clamored back and shouted, leaving the trainees staring at each other. The white-haired young man took a step back, picked a branch from the firewood held by the trainee on the side, bent down to turn over the head of the corpse. On the soil is a face mixed with blue and purple, one eyeball does not know where it has fallen, his face is fierce and stiff, and he can''t stare at him. At the same time, the alert tone of the main system also sounded in his ears. [Submission failed for non-main task items] Zong Jiu looked down, thoughtful. It seems that in order to complete the main task, he has to personally confirm whether each dead body is the "perfect corpse" that the carpenter wants to find. Xu Su exclaimed, "Isn''t this the person who led us just now?" "Yes, but." Someone''s voice was shaking, "It''s not that this corpse has been dead for a few days, the one who just led us the way is¡ª" Dead still. The time of death is not the same as the time the old Qiang led them just now. Obviously, either this corpse is a fake, or...the one who just showed them the way is not a human at all! The sky is getting darker, the mountains are silent, and people''s faces are like a statue of fear in the darkness. Just at this moment, the villagers who rushed back also walked toward this side with the Huozhezi. "What are you doing all together?" When Wang Shou came, he was still holding the bowls and chopsticks in his hand. He should have been called from the dinner table. When he approached to see clearly, he sat back in shock, and the bowl in his hand fell to the ground. Zong Jiu stood aside, secretly glanced at the bowl he overturned. A piece of white meat wrapped in the crimson soil rolled out of the bowl. It''s amazing to use soil for rice, crimson soil is rarer, but there is a piece of meat next to it, which is puzzling. Can afford to eat meat, but can''t eat without food? Just when Zong Jiu wanted to move over and take a closer look at the piece of meat, there was a violent commotion among the villagers. "Quickly--" Wang Shou yelled heartbreakingly after seeing the death of the corpse, "Call, call my father!" Because of this series of movements, another group of people who had paid for their food also walked out of their house and whispered to the side. The words echoed in the silent night, vaguely able to catch the words "inner ghost", "villager", and "something happened." "It must be an inner ghost." Yi Ruisi stood behind Anthony and said angrily. Just now, just like the squad that did not pay the food, the squad that has paid the food quickly chose a leader. Azan in black didn''t express his opinion, and this sweet pastry fell on the body of the A-grade half-blood Anthony. After all, as the right-hand man of No.2, Anthony, known as a barbarian, is not only well-known in the blood clan, but also among ordinary survivors. It is understandable that he will lead him. Want to come too. The reason why the inner ghost card is different from the normal card is because of the conflict in their main mission. Protecting villagers is the task of ordinary cards. Now that a villager has died, it is not certain whether there is any inner ghost behind him. But the corpse happened on the old locust tree, and the other side is more suspicious. Anthony''s team is mostly elderly, and it is not too difficult for them with a special manpower to survive. In contrast, how to carry out more dangerous challenges, complete random tasks, and improve their system evaluation is the top priority of their goals. In the silence, two figures, one large and one small, suddenly appeared in the night. The old man limped on crutches, holding the thin child in his hand. Seeing Wang Shoushi sitting on the ground, the child let go and ran over, still calling his father. [This copy is really difficult, even a child is skinny and skinny] [Yes... the people who suffer will always be the low-level people, alas, I can¡¯t even eat enough to eat, it¡¯s really pitiful] "village head!" Villagers with hoes gave way one after another. The village chief nodded with a dry cigarette in his hand, and his muddy eyes slowly looked at the shriveled corpse on the ground. I don''t know if it was because of the night, but for a moment, Zong Jiu felt that the other party''s eyes turned to pitch black. Wang Shou pulled the child behind him, his expression flustered, "Father, the old man was still following me about an hour ago." The other villagers gathered around, waiting for the village chief''s decision. "Yin Po is right." After a long time, he took a sip from his long cigarette holder, "I''m afraid it''s true this time." "Then what to do?" There was a commotion among the villagers, "Is the big guy just waiting to die like this?" "Yes, if it''s really like what Yin Po said, wouldn''t it be that our whole village¡ª" "What''s the hurry, can you eat rice in a hurry?" The village chief knocked on the cigarette holder impatiently, "Go back, the sky is already dark and dark, and I will go to the temple to find a way out tomorrow morning. Besides, the woman is babbling every day, pointing. Is it a coincidence?" Obviously, these remarks were quite convincing, and the commotion gradually subsided. Hearing that the other villagers were also persuaded, one by one they returned home with torches. The onlookers looked at each other. They suddenly felt that the villagers in this village were too calm, so calm that they did not seem to witness the scene of the tragedy. This is dead, shouldn''t it be normal logic to find a way to find the murderer? No matter how you look at their expressions, it seems that you have known the murderer a long time ago. Besides, this person just showed them the way, and he was drained and hanged when he turned around. The time difference between them is not to be considered. With so many weird circumstances, the villagers of Tongbai Village can still not panic, even if they are used to seeing dead people in famine years, it doesn''t make sense. Things are definitely not that simple. Many experienced elderly people know this well. Especially the black Azan, with his eyebrows furrowed, he was about to twist into the word Sichuan. The copy is pushed here, the possibility of a ghostly copy is very high. Since it is protecting the people in the village, it means that the whole village has been targeted. To deduce, even if it is not an evil spirit with a strong resentment, it is a kind of extremely terrible curse, which will spread to the entire village. Generally speaking, there must be some unknown story behind such a situation. Only by clarifying what happened in this village can the people in the village be better protected. In deep thought, Xu Su asked in a low voice, "Then, what shall we do tonight?" The house allocated to them is behind the old locust tree. There is the scene of the murder case in front, it is impossible to say that it is impossible. What''s more, the Tsuchiya is not only gloomy, but the entire wall is full of scratches, which makes it creepy to look at. "These are all horror copies, and those anomalies will certainly not be so coincidental." Someone laughed a few times, "I think to be on the safe side, we''d better find a way to change places, or just camp outside. Anyway, there is a fire, and it''s not cold if everyone is in a circle." The white-haired young man pretended to think, and echoed: "I think this proposal is good. Safety is the most important right now. Let''s stay away from the earthen house." No one wanted to approach the earthen house. This proposal was just what everyone wanted. Except for the dark-haired man in a fur coat giving the young man an unexplainable glance, everyone else raised their hands and expressed their approval. Zong Jiuquan didn''t see this gaze. In fact, the biggest variable of this dungeon is that Zhuge dark is not necessarily. Because Zong Jiu is sure to use various psychological tactics or acting skills to hide from others, but he has nothing to do with Zhuge An, a resourceful existence that does not follow common sense. But apart from anything else, Zhuge An did send him a lot of clues in the first copy, and it was the same in Las Vegas. As a smart person, this was already a bright sign. Just as Zhuge said secretly, it depends on whether Zong Jiu believes it or not. Unfortunately, Zong Jiu only believed in himself. So the people who did not pay the food squad randomly picked up an open space around the house and poured firewood on the ground. After the preparations were finished, everyone''s eyes turned to the S-class boss no.3, who was standing by and doing nothing. Everyone was very curious, and wondered what method he would use to start the fire. When I turned around, I saw Zhuge slowly taking out his Tai Chi gossip plate. [I''m stupid, what are you doing? ¡¿ [Here, why did you take out the S-level props? Is there a ghost around here? ¡¿ The trainees were shocked and looked around vigilantly. Zhuge didn''t lift his dark eyelids, and turned the hexagram in his hand for a half circle. In the direction that Li Gua was facing, the firewood ignited with a "tight" sound. The barrage suddenly realized [I know, I just searched a wave of popular science. It turns out that there are hexagrams representing the five elements of gold, wood, water, fire, earth, and earth in the gossip. So speaking of it...lighting a fire is not incomprehensible, it¡¯s just a little bit Waste cooling time (kneeling)] other people:"......?" Although we all understand the truth, isn''t this S-level item used to set fire to violent things? Chapter 38: Famine Mountain Village The night in the deep mountains was very heavy, and it all turned into one color when it sank into the world. In the distance, the mountains are rugged, and the woods spread their teeth and claws in the dark, like ghosts rising from the ground one by one. There is no moon tonight. The light of the fire reflected on everyone''s face, and the faces were visible in the burning fire. The wind was a bit strong in the evening, and everyone was sitting together. Although the back was cold, there was a fire in front of it, so it was warm. No one can sleep under the atmosphere of this horrible copy, and no one dared to sleep. For a while, he lowered his head and looked at the sky. Zong Jiu deliberately picked a location far away from Zhuge An. In the silence, someone broke the silence, "Why don''t we come and chat, it''s always so quiet, it''s terrible." "Let''s talk, what to talk about?" There was a voice immediately to answer. "Hey, what the **** is this main mission? If it is to protect a village, wouldn''t we even have failed the mission now?" "No, this is a protection task. As long as one villager survives, it is counted as a pass." The C-class old man sitting in front of the fire said, "There are seven days in total, and this is only the first day. I suggest that we wait until the sixth day to see how much life is left in the village, and we can concentrate on protecting those few people." The heat wave licked people''s faces along with the tongue of fire, and for a while everyone was relatively speechless. Although the method mentioned by the C-level is not very humane, it is indeed a good idea. They are not like Anthony''s squad that is easy to do. In such a dungeon of almost S grade, it is good for the middle and low-level trainees to protect themselves. If they still want to protect the npc, it is really powerless. "Anyway, there are still six days, no hurry." Zong Jiu moved his frozen hands, "We must first figure out what happened in this village, so that we can have a clue to protect it." He spoke, and everyone agreed. "Why don''t we exchange information with each other?" The white-haired young man nodded, "When the village chief''s son came over, the bowl was filled with soil and meat." Obviously it is impossible for Zong Jiu alone to notice such an obvious scene. A trainee immediately raised his hand, "I saw it, and I also found that after he left, some villagers picked up something he overturned to eat." Xu Su racked his brains, "I am a little familiar with that red soil." "Ah! Come to think of it, when I was picking up firewood, I went to look at the soil **** a little farther away. There was a place at the back of the village that seemed to be separated by an earth wall, and the soil inside seemed to be the same color as the bowl." When he said this, he recalled it next to him, "I seem to have seen it too, is there a temple behind the earth wall? It''s a pity that the sky was already dark at that time, and I didn''t see it clearly." Zong Jiu frowned in his heart. He thought of the temple and Yin Po that the village chief had just said, and he paid more attention to it. It''s a pity that the copy has only just started for a few hours, and they will stay here for six days, and the information they can get is limited. Everyone talked about it for a few minutes, and found that many of them were not implemented, and the topic began to drift slowly. The night can always arouse people''s desire to chat. After chatting for a while, not only did the atmosphere improve, but everyone felt more sympathetic to each other. Zong Jiu suggested at the right moment: "Why don''t you talk about what you did in reality before." From the beginning to the end, the rhythm of the conversation was controlled by him without a trace, just as he directed the audience to shift their attention from his hands to their heads on the stage. This topic opened the switch for everyone to remember. According to Zhuge An, because of the intervention of the main system, survivors will not actively think about their previous experiences in reality. But as long as someone mentions it, this part of the memory will be temporarily unblocked. Others didn''t realize this at all. At most, when Zong Jiu mentioned this topic, he felt that time flies too fast, as if the previous life was like a layer of frosted glass, it was hard to remember. "Oh, I''m an ordinary graduate and I''m still looking for a job. The first day I went to work to catch the subway, I was dragged here as soon as I got out." Except for Zhuge An and a C-level old man Xu Sen, the team that did not pay the food was all newcomers. Everyone opened the chatterbox, and each other was bitter. "It''s almost the same. I was holding a book in the office and was going to teach the students. When I turned around, I went to the trainee dormitory. "Who isn''t it? The social animal finally took an annual leave and wanted to stay at home and play games for a day. When I woke up, I found that the world had changed." "Don''t mention it, I''m still at the wedding scene. As soon as I knelt down with the ring, the bride turned into a big man in the same dormitory when I looked up. Another said bitterly, drew a kind of laughter. Barrage also accompany them staying up late, opening the late-night emotion mode. [Why turned to the Late Night Channel all at once, in fact, human beings are really weird, the more they are in a favorable environment, the more they decay, and when they are full of adversity and despair, they are full of light and hope.] [Yes, before entering the infinite loop, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s really interesting to live, but after I came in, I realized that life is really rare... Well, who knows when I will die in the next instance? ? ¡¿ [These newcomers are so leisurely, but really, I have been in an infinite loop for so long, and it seems that I have basically never talked about this kind of problem] [+1, it¡¯s hard to survive, I¡¯m thinking about how to become stronger every day. It¡¯s so sad. After talking like this, I suddenly realized that I don¡¯t remember what a normal life is like... It shouldn¡¯t be like us, every day, even if it¡¯s not in the horror copy, if there is a little noise Was scared to wake up] After chatting for a while, Xu Sen of the two old people was obviously touched, and even Zhuge darkened his eyebrows a little. Zong Jiu lowered his head and moved his fingers, and suddenly heard someone bring the topic to him. "Speaking of which, what about Brother Nine? What did Brother Nine do in reality before?" "Oh, me." The white-haired young man didn''t look up, "Don''t you all know?" [What do you know? Is this white hair really a magician? Horrified.jpg¡¿ [Damn, put a magician into the casino, me? ? ? ¡¿ [Finally know why he won all the way back...I thought that magician was just his own name, but I didn''t expect that this is his real profession! ¡¿ After Las Vegas, the name of the magician Zong Jiu can be said to be known to everyone. In the infinite loop, generally only people whose strength is recognized by everyone will be given titles. For those who have been famous for a long time, people will not call them directly. For example, the exorcist, the black Azan, the holy child... etc. Although Zong Jiu is still only a C-rank, no one dares to look down upon him after the crazy harvest of one million chips in the casino. Even many people are betting on whether he will be promoted directly after the end of this copy. Upon hearing this, other people exclaimed, "Wow, Brother Nine, were you really a magician before?" "Yup." Zong Jiu said nonchalantly: "Third-rate magician, he just happened to learn cards, not to mention." If it is kept in the usual way, Zong Jiu will not say these words. But today may be the interest, anyway, it is just irrelevant information, it is also good to have a relationship with these newcomers. "Nine brothers are humble." They all complimented, "At first everyone thought you were a **** of gamblers, but they didn''t expect to be a magician. You can play a thousand under the eyes of the dealer in purple clothes, and you can also make No.1 automatically fold. This craft says yes. The master of magic is not too much, too powerful." Zong Jiu smiled, noncommittal. "It should be almost dawn." Xu Su squatted on the ground, added some firewood to the middle pile of firewood, and then sat back on the ground with his knees folded. "Speaking of it, did the main system say that all trainees can only live a hundred people?" Xu Sen nodded: "Yeah." One hundred, that means that only S-level and high-level A-level can survive, and the harsh conditions can be imagined. Seeing that everyone''s atmosphere was dull again, Xu Sen touched his head, "Don''t think too much. Although we old people did not think so much when they signed up, we are all on the thief ship now and can''t go on the way. " "Furthermore, we have stayed in an infinite loop for too long...unless we can become an existence like Zhuge, otherwise a survivor with intermediate strength like us will have to worry about every time we make a dreadful copy. I won''t be back someday." Zhuge, who was sitting by the fire, raised his eyes and glanced at him secretly, and Xu Sen was so frightened that he thought that his rash words just provoke the boss. As a result, the other party didn''t say anything, and soon dropped his eyes again. Xu Sen smiled bitterly, and decided to finish the sentence: "It is good to have a result no matter whether you are dead or alive in this competition." Zong Jiu paused with his fingers. Although he is an inner ghost, he does not directly conflict with ordinary trainees in this copy. If you can successfully complete the main task at the end and still have time to spare, you can help these people. The white-haired young man thought, holding his head and looking at the center of the firewood. "Big Brother Xu is right, don''t destroy your prestige." Xu Su hurriedly came out to enliven the atmosphere, "Why don''t we discuss it. If we get the ten thousand year wish coupon, what will everyone wish for? Anyway, it is reasonable to dream at night." [No matter when and where, humans have the right to dream.jpg] This topic is quite interesting, and the dullness around the fire is swept away. Everyone started to think about it. Someone laughed, "If you can really make a wish, then of course you are making a wish that you are invincible in the world." "May I make a wish to pass the infinite loop directly? Or become a salted fish survivor." "I should make a wish to get the strongest item, or never have to join the dungeon of horror, it''s better to get out of the control of the main system." Not only the trainees, but even the masses in the live broadcast room began to join the dreaming ranks. [That must be invincible in the world! ! Isn''t he good to step on the ghost to punch the main system? ¡¿ [I want to make a wish for my lover to come back because he exchanged the chance for me to live in the copy, so no matter how sad it is now, I have to live with his share. Can''t die, I''m afraid he will be angry] [Hug Miss Upstairs, 555] ¡¾Hug +1¡¿ [If I can make a wish, let me get the book of the dead (crying), I also want to talk to the dead comrades] ...... Zong Jiu noticed that these people were really the same as Zhuge secretly said, none of them realized that they could return to their original real world by making a wish. The main system obscures this part of their active memory. As long as no one reminds them, they won''t even remember where they came from. Zong Jiu folded his arms at the same place and thought about this topic seriously. He is different from everyone in front of him, no, or everyone in this world. The survivors in the infinite loop are all unlucky ones who are pulled in from the real world by the main system. But Zong Jiu is not. He is a book wearer. For others, the real world is the real world, but for Zong Jiu, the real world of the survivor is not the real world he used to be a magic master. Everything in the endless loop world is just an ordinary online novel in his world. If Zong Jiu hadn''t expected that he would wear a book, knowing the plot would definitely become his biggest golden finger. Thinking about it this way, it is easy to infer that Zong Jiu''s original world should be more advanced than the world of wearing books. So even if Zong Jiu made a wish to go back to the wish ticket, the system would be up to the sky to send him to the reality of this world, not the world Zong Jiu once was. But... it doesn''t matter if you don''t go back. Zong Jiu basically remembered his original world, even if the main system''s magical powers were so great that he could go back, he would not choose to go back. The horror copy was terrifying in the eyes of others, but in front of Zong Jiu, who had little emotional fluctuation, it was nothing and even full of fun. He likes the feeling of walking on the tip of a dangerous knife like this. I also like this grand stage. So when other people asked about him, Zong Jiu fooled one. His hands have been healed, and now it is not an exaggeration to say that there is no desire or desire, it is better to benefit the people. "If I can really get a wish ticket, I should make a wish to let everyone get out of the infinite loop." There was silence. When Zong Jiu reacted to something wrong, everyone by the fire was already looking at him like a high mountain. Not to mention people like Xu Su and Xu Sen, even Zhuge An, who has always had nothing to do with him, looked at him with a very complicated look. To be honest, in this case, when it comes to the ten thousand year wish coupon, it means it is fun anyway, and everyone''s first thought is to benefit themselves without exception. Unexpectedly, Zong Jiu directly threw out an answer that would benefit everyone, raising the entire ideology. To be straightforward, just like Joan of Arc who descended among the French barbarians, the thoughts are not on one level, but they can make people feel the gap straightforwardly. One by one the barrage was speechless in shock. [Fuck, fuck, this answer, fuck! ¡¿ [My God...respectfully, this level of thinking is really not at the same level] [I really can¡¯t see that the magician is such a noble person, I¡¯m sorry, I apologize since I sprayed him before] [Apologize +1, I will be a fan of the magician from now on] [Yes, he must make a C debut! ! I''ve long wanted to get out of this broken place! We are liberated when he debuts, rush the magician, mom loves you] ¡¾+10086¡¿ Everyone thinks of himself, but he thinks of everyone, what a noble sentiment! The people around the fire lost their words, and it took a long time to react. They looked at Zong Jiu and took a deep breath: "Come on, we believe you can defeat the devil and ascend the throne of No. 1! Lead us out of here!" Zong Jiu: "......?" Chapter 39: Famine Mountain Village Zong Jiu felt that his mouth-heavy last night might have had a shocking effect. Everyone chatted around the fire all night last night, and many people couldn''t hold back and fell asleep just before dawn. It was about to dawn, and there were still so many people around anyway, Zong Jiu was not afraid, and followed for a nap. When he woke up, Dongfang Tianji had already turned white. It''s just that the weather is still not good today, gloomy and gloomy, without a trace of anger. Perhaps it was the sequelae of jet lag that had been performing global transitions at the beginning. Zong Jiu''s sleep has never been deep or long. He only needs to absorb the amount of sleep that the human body normally needs. Although he was awakened at this moment, he was still in good spirits. On the other hand, everyone else has obvious fatigue on their faces. "What''s the matter?" Zong Jiu took the lead to get up from the ground and patted the ashes on his body. They were all awakened. "Ah... my head hurts, why are so many people arguing early in the morning." Xu Su rubbed his sleepy eyes, and when he realized that he was still in the dreadful copy, he immediately opened up, trying to dispel his stubborn sleepiness. In the room not far away, Anthony led someone behind Azan in black and pushed out the door. All of them looked vigilant, and when they saw the newcomers slept in front of the fire, their expressions were very uniform and contemptuous. In the dungeon of horror, you can still sleep like this. This group of newcomers will most likely not see the sun in the next few days. After the pedestrian lifted his chin and left first, the newcomers were almost awake. After waking up, everyone did not move, and looked at the white-haired youth standing aside. Zong Jiu, who was stared at by everyone, said: "...We wake up, let''s go over and have a look?" Then the group followed Zong Jiu''s back, and marched vigorously. Obviously, after the late night of last night''s heart-to-heart talk, the newcomers have given trust in him, the best newcomer, and he is the only one who looks ahead. Zong Jiu himself did not think that he was a dignified inner ghost, and he did not buy people''s hearts like Messiah. He just screamed and achieved such an effect, and he had to be flattered. The first kouhi was picked up by Zhuge secretly, and the second kouhi caused a great misunderstanding. It can be seen that you have to quit! Rarely, Zong Jiu had a feeling of pity in his heart. When your main mission is completed, you can help these hapless children. You don''t know if you are a spearman for the inner ghost, and even the inner ghost can''t stand it anymore, pitiful. When they rushed to the scene, things happened to be at the height of heat. Almost all the young men in Tongbai Village came out in the early morning, each holding hemp rope and hoes in their hands. Wang Shou stood in the middle of them, with one hand covering his injured arm, blood leaking through his fingers and cursing in his mouth. "Damn, this lady dared to injure Lao Tzu when she came back secretly, I must arrest her and sell her today!" "Find! Find them for me! She must still be hiding in the village!" The other villagers listened to them and checked from house to house one by one, and the sound of kicking the door of the firewood room came one after another. All the unimportant people were rushed to the open space in the center, and no one was allowed to stay in the earthen hut. After a while, there were a lot of sparsely standing on the square, most of them were trainees. "They don''t have a woman in this village." Xu Su whispered. Not only are there no women, there are not even old people. All the people holding the hoes were thin men. "Didn''t the pre-story tell me? Women are all taken by these gangsters to sell to human traffickers." Xu Sen chuckled, "As for the old man...Ah, I have entered a C-level dungeon called Dead Cave before. The background of that dungeon is very similar to this dungeon, and it is also a mountain village." The dead hole refers to an old cave deep in the mountains. The cave is full of human bones. The bones turned into grieving spirits and enveloped the mountain, resulting in a series of haunted events that formed the basis of the C-level dungeon. As the survivors explore the secrets, they will finally learn that the dead cave is actually a place specially prepared for the elderly in the remote mountain villages on that mountain. In those days when there was not enough food, the old people in the village would sneak up to the mountain by themselves in order not to drag their children, starving themselves to death. Therefore, the location of the dead cave was chosen in a deep mountain cave. The cave was full of sharp stalactites hanging from a height. When they were too hungry, the old people slammed on it and ended their lives. After hearing this story, others fell silent. It just so happened that the villagers over there came back to report, and Wang Shou jumped on the ground with anger after listening, "How could I not find it? That lady must still be in the village!" He was still in trouble, and the village chief who came over knocked him on the head with a cane. "When is it all, noisy and yelling early in the morning?! Haven''t a long memory of the old strong thing yesterday?" Obviously, even though Wang Shou is a tyrant in the village, he still lacks confidence in the face of his old father, "Father, that''s a lady hairpin who stabbed me like this!" "Before she escaped back to her natal house, she should have been **** with the girl and sold it, bah." The old village chief glanced at his still bleeding arm, "Okay, let''s find a herb to apply, and quickly take someone to the temple." "That girl, a widow, will your natal family be willing to take care of her? You still have to come back. It won''t be too late to let you deal with it if you catch it." Wang Shou also seemed to be persuaded. He viciously took the side cloth strip and pointed at a few people, "Go to the village and guard." Tongbai Village is located deep in the mountains, and there is only one way out of the village, unless you continue to go deeper into the mountains. But in the mountains, there are not only no villages, but also beasts, snakes and insects, which is impossible to come. As long as the exit from the village is blocked, a woman will always be able to catch it back. The villagers listened, and obediently went to the village head to guard. The others followed Wang Shou obediently and walked towards the back of the village. Before leaving, the old village chief who was stationed on crutches gave a few special instructions, so a few villagers came over with their hoes and yelled at the trainees in a vicious voice: "You who are fleeing here too! Hurry up!" What is this for? Everyone looked at each other and kept up. Once the team turned left and right, they turned to the back of the village. A piece of land at the back of the village was enclosed with a rammed earth wall. Zong Jiu Chao glanced at it and found that this piece of land was the one that everyone discussed in front of the fire last night. The soil in the soil wall is crimson, not only that, the soil surface is also much lower than the road outside, and at first glance, people often come to fetch it. "What to look at, what to look at?" The villagers guarding their refugees came over with hoes, "Walk around, and you will know that you refugees are not honest." The white-haired young man tilted his head and juggled a large silver dollar out of the air, and quietly stuffed it into the villager''s hand. "This big brother, you really misunderstood. We are all refugees who have fled from a hundred miles away. How can we know this? A small gift is not respectable. Why don''t you explain it to us?" The weird black cassette is good. Although many people classify this A-level item as useless, it is too much for Zong Jiu. The others watched his movements dumbfounded. [Fuck, is that the money of this era? Where did he get it from? ¡¿ [I also want to ask, everyone is poor all the way along the way, why is he rich? ¡¿ [Hahaha, you don¡¯t know anything about the power of a magician.jpg] The villagers squeezed the silver dollar in their hands, and their attitude suddenly turned around one hundred and eighty degrees. Zong Jiu''s gaze turned, and he happened to see Anthony and Yi Ruisi who were not far away looking at him badly. In Las Vegas before, he and these two people had feuds. Although Zong Jiu was not caring, he did not have the noble sentiment of sending intelligence to those who were upset by him. "Wait, come over and talk to us." "Okay." For the sake of money, the villagers don''t mention how easy it is to talk. Everyone has bad roots, and there are two or three people who are responsible for watching them, these refugees, and only one of them gets the money. If it was seen by the other two villagers, it would definitely be a part of the audience. Under the two-phase thinking, the villagers would definitely want to monopolize them, so they cooperated to lower their voices a lot. "You outsiders certainly don''t know that our village is a village enchanted by the Bodhisattva." The villagers said mysteriously, "In ancient times, there was a Bodhisattva who was here to save all living beings. After his merits were completed, he became a Buddha. In order to express his gratitude, the Bodhisattva dipped willow branches with the nectar of the jade net and painted a piece of land here. It is said that as long as you eat the fairy grass bred in this field, you can live forever and never get hungry." Fairy grass? Zong Jiu and Zhuge looked at each other secretly, then looked back at the red earth behind the earth wall. The ground was bare, barren, and there was nothing, even the red soil was only a shallow layer, barren. However, there is indeed a record of eating soil during the famine years, and that kind of edible soil is called "guanyin soil." It''s just that Guanyin soil is a kind of gray and white clay soil, and people who are too hungry will eat it. If you eat too much, your stomach will be bulging, and your intestines will be full of rocks and soil, and you will not be far from death at that time. "Since it is a fairy grass, how can it be so good." Seeing the doubts on their faces, the villagers explained, ¡°As long as it is a living seed or a tree, it will not survive being transplanted into this soil, but this soil is very precious.¡± After that, he also pointed to the temple at the back, "Look, that temple was built by our village for the Bodhisattva." Sure enough, behind the surrounded Bodhisattva soil, a brick-red temple was quietly located there, out of step with the dusty dilapidated earth houses around it. In such a time of famine, such a good temple can be built, and Bodhisattva soil is eaten at every meal. It seems that the people in this village believe in their legends very much. Zong Jiu pondered for a moment, glanced at the villager''s black pupils who looked much larger than normal, and continued to follow the team. The destination of the team is the beautifully built temple. At this moment, Zhuge An suddenly walked to his side without a trace. Under all eyes, he suddenly asked. "Anyone who is suspicious?" The others subconsciously looked towards them. Under the gaze of countless light, the black-haired man''s face was still indifferent, and he didn''t even lower the volume. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Oh?" "As long as there are more than five people agree that one is an inner ghost." Zhuge said in a calm tone, "If the main system determines that the identification is correct, you will immediately have the right to kill the inner ghost." "If the inner ghost can be executed successfully, the level factor will be tripled directly." Zhuge secretly glanced at Anthony and the others, staring at the pale pink eyes of the white-haired young man, pointing out, "You can fly directly to the S-level, don''t you be moved?" Chapter 40: Famine Mountain Village The white-haired young man gave a meager meal. Is it intentional? Zong Jiu directly confirmed this idea in his heart. Smart people will never talk nonsense, not to mention that Zhuge An is still a person who can do nothing and never push nonsense. Is this information right or wrong? If it is right, Zong Jiu should not, obviously too sudden. If Zhuge deliberately changed a few pieces of information to trick him into getting him hooked, Zong Jiu responded, and other people would know who the inner ghost is. After all, the mission of the inner ghost card is different from the normal card. . ¡¾Ok? Why did Mr. Zhuge suddenly bring up the topic of the inner ghost? It feels so deliberate to mention it at this time] [Yes, I always feel a little suspicious, I don''t know if I want to test the magician or what? ¡¿ [Ah...Speaking of the last copy, I have always believed that Dao Zhuge is a ghost, ooh, this time I won''t get slapped again! ¡¿ [Upstairs, in fact, when you encounter this kind of person who can''t see the inner ghost, it''s not impossible to doubt Zhuge''s boss...At the beginning, the boss was in the copy of the S-level curse mask, but he traveled alone Going to three different organizations, leaving a deep psychological shadow on countless people] [Indeed, I also remember that from then on, Zhuge Dao became the number one candidate for "If you can''t find out who is the inner ghost, then the inner ghost must be him", click the wax. jpg] If the trainees couldn''t see the content of the barrage, they would definitely reach a consensus. I really don''t blame other people for being suspicious, but Zhuge has done too many old and obscure things secretly, so many people have psychological shadows, and they can''t help but say that they will be detained before they are talked about. Zong Jiu raised his eyes and looked at the deep black eyes, and smiled embarrassedly, "Ah, I just wandered and didn''t hear too clearly, but I don''t have anyone who is particularly suspicious for the time being." "It is not good to suspect that others are not good. I will not express my opinion on this topic until there is insufficient evidence to show that that person is a ghost." The white lotus quotations of Messiah are really easy to use. Zhuge secretly pointed out, "If you identify mistakes, you will be deducted from the score. It''s better to be cautious." I don''t know if it''s for him or the other team of trainees in front. It turned out to be true. Although Zong Jiu didn''t want to believe it, the information contained in Zhuge''s secret words just now really seemed to be sent to him specifically. To be honest, before the other party said that the inner ghost could be identified and killed, Zong Jiu''s inertial thinking remained in the last copy, and he only needed to write the name of the inner ghost on paper to be rewarded. He really didn''t expect the main system to be so awesome, and directly canceled the iron law of trainees not to kill each other, which made this instance more difficult in a straight line. Good guy, it turns out that the main system dug such a big hole waiting for the inner ghost to jump, he said that the task of the inner ghost in this instance is so simple. In all fairness, it was really deliberate to single out the topic of the inner ghost in this situation, not to mention that Zhuge An directly revealed the mission of the ordinary card. Deliberately to the point where Anthony swept over with suspicious eyes, turning around on No.3. At this point, Zong Jiu was finally able to be completely certain that this guy was here to send him information. Not only sent intelligence, but also steadily pulled a wave of hatred. After all, thinking about it carefully, if the inner ghost is Zhuge An, even if the person on the other side knows it, he dare not identify it! Because they really don''t have to be able to beat this long-famous high-level S. Thinking of this, Zong Jiu felt a little complicated. This is not the first time Zhuge An has helped him. If the first copy of the two of them is to take the required transaction, then the special scene Las Vegas is even helpful. Although from Zong Jiu''s point of view, what Zhuge An said to him in the bathroom at that time provoked a discord, adding to the suspicion of conflict between him and No.1. But what I have to admit is that if there were no clues about the demon''s abilities that Zhuge secretly sent, Zong Jiu would definitely not derive those three key pieces of information so quickly, not to mention making a big splash at the central gaming table, threatening the devil with intelligence, and reaping one crazy Millions of chips. In the previous two times, I could still say that the other party had attempted, but this time it was really sending information for nothing. Seeing Zhuge secretly looks like this, the worst guess is that he suspects himself. Even if there are penalties for identifying mistakes, this punishment seems to be nothing in the rich S-Class at home. This meant that as long as Zhuge thought secretly, he could publish his doubts at any time, and immediately made Zong Jiu a target of public criticism. In the end, he didn''t, and took the initiative to take the black pot on himself. Zong Jiu really couldn''t understand Zhuge''s secret behavior. After thinking about it, the only thing the other party said in the bathroom, "You can believe that I will never stand on the opposite side of you" can explain his motives. In a moment of contemplation, the team also walked to the door of the temple. This temple is incompatible with the dusty earthen houses around it. The main body is vermilion red, and there is a shrine for burning incense outside. The smoke is full of smoke, enough to see the incense. There are veils hanging around the inside, hazy, indistinct, and you can see the carvings on the wooden beams from high places. In the center is a lifelike mud Buddha holding a jade bottle. In addition, there is a spiritual position below the mud bodhisattva, and some dried fruits and melons are placed in front of it. This bodhisattva should be what the villagers said just now, and he is a bodhisattva who has become a Buddha in this place. It''s just weird. People in the village can''t get enough to eat, so how come there are people paying tribute to the spiritual position and Bodhisattva? The white-haired young man pretended to look carefully at the top of his head, but in fact he secretly wrapped the contents of his pocket with his cuffs. Fortunately, everyone else was looking at this place, and no one noticed Zong Jiu''s little movement. Just as he had just stepped into this temple, the dementor bell in his pocket suddenly started to burn. Even with such a thick and rough cloth, Zong Jiu could still feel clearly. Is it possible that the "perfect corpse" that the corpse slayer was looking for in the main quest is not in this temple? As Zong Jiu thought, his eyes turned around. Turning to a certain point, he met the little boy who was hiding behind Wang Shou. The magician smiled at the little boy, who hesitated for a long time, but also showed a timid smile. At this moment, the village chief stepped forward and tapped the ground with his cane. "Yin Po, Yin Po, what you said that day has really come true!" He was very anxious, and even the sound of knocking on the stone slab with his crutches sounded "toughly", and it was very disturbing. After the village chief knocked for several minutes, a person walked out slowly from the dark behind the mud bodhisattva. This person was enveloped from head to toe in an extra-large black robe, with a large hood on his head, unable to see the specific face, but there was a very uncomfortable cold air around him. There was no response from the other people, but Azan''s brows in black were tightly twisted. Yin Po has a sharp voice: "Early in the morning, if the hour is disturbed, I am not afraid that the Bodhisattva will ask you for sin?!" "Oh, feed my ancestors!" The village chief hurriedly helped Fuxin''s mouth, "There was a dead person in the village last night! If you hadn''t closed the temple this night, we should have come here last night." "How many died?" "Two, one is hanging on the old locust tree, the other is in our own water tank." Two? ! The trainees were shocked. To be conservative, neither team went to probe last night. Under the pressure of this highly difficult dungeon, everyone made the same decision and planned to wait until the last two days for centralized protection. What I didn''t expect was that their news was so late that I didn''t even know when the second person died. [Ma, I think there are only more than 30 people in this whole village, two died last night, hung ah] [Puff puff, I didn¡¯t even notice it upstairs. The villagers in this village were actually one to one with the trainees.] [Then this arrangement is not very reasonable, each trainee can protect the safety of a villager, 23333] [Wait, didn¡¯t you just die last night? Why did another one die? ¡¿ But in fact, it is normal that they didn''t know the news. The second villager accidentally drowned when he got up at night. He was only discovered after soaking all night. His face was smashed, and the prototype was not visible at all. The village chief who was still there last night received the news early in the morning, so frightened, he rushed over without stopping. His voice trembled, and his pleated face was full of horror. "You said, she...Did she really come back?" Yin Po chanted the syntactic sign in a low voice, "The two corpses have been transported to the mourning hall behind the temple?" "Fucked, shipped." The village head nodded and bowed. The **** robe nodded to beckon him to follow, and re-entered the dark place behind the temple, leaving the rest of the people staring at each other. At this moment, a villager hurried over carrying a **** and said, "Brother Shou, we caught the lady." "What? Caught it!" Wang Shou, who was leaning against the temple while humming and bandaging his arms, immediately jumped up, "Quickly, take me to see!" With an undisguised joy on his face, he greeted him again and again, leading a group of villagers to leave. For a time, there were only trainees left in the temple filled with incense and mist. At this moment, Azan in black, who had been silent for a long time, spoke, "That yin lady is a yin-walker." [What is a yin-goer? Mao Mao Doubt. jpg] [I am also curious and opened my main system search engine, aha] The yin walking person, also known as the yin woman walking, is, as the name suggests, the person who walks in the yang and yin world. On weekdays, the yin-walker will accept the commission of the living, go to the underworld to find the soul of the dead, and ask the ghost to let the yin and yang meet. Or take the living together and let them meet briefly in the underworld, which is a bit similar to the famous Guanluoyin. The yin walker is a very special metaphysical profession with very little inheritance. You can only see it in places like Terror Dungeon. Just like Azan in black. Azan in black is the nickname of no.4, his real name is not this. It''s just that he got the inheritance in a certain S-level copy, so he inherited this name, and over time everyone called him that. As we all know, once it comes to all kinds of side witchcraft, Southeast Asia is absolutely inevitable. Azan is the honorary name of the Thai Master. Among them are divided into white Azan and black Azan. The white clothes are for correcting Dao, and the black clothes are for cultivating sorcery. The black clothes that can be called "Azan" must be extremely evil in nature. For example, Azan in Black was originally in the dungeon of the horror inheritance division, which contained countless kinds of weird sorcery. Raising ghosts, descending spirits, Yin amulets, Gumantong... etc. Raising ghosts and Gumantong both use extremely damaging methods to increase their fortune, and the latter is made from fresh fetal corpses, which is extremely cruel. Spiritualism is specifically used to harm people. These sorceries damage one by one, which can be described as killing one thousand enemies and self-damaging eight hundred. It''s just that people are always unable to resist this temptation, and countless dignitaries are caught in it for the sake of prosperity and wealth. Although Azan in black is trapped in an infinite loop, he is also very disdainful of such yin-destructive methods. So even though he got the black-clothed pedigree, the only thing he has learned in the Eight Classics is to raise ghosts. Raising ghosts is a rare double-edged sword among these insidious methods. People with unhealthy minds can raise fierce ghosts and evil spirits, which can get more help. Others raise some semi-formed spirits abandoned in the heavens and the earth for mutual benefit. The black Azan belongs to the latter category. Although the power is not as powerful as the front, it is also an advanced inheritance brought out from the S-level copy. It is no less than the top psychic, and it is enough. The name in black is too frightening, and Azan in black is the leader of the cursed team. He usually has his bald head and the cold atmosphere of the spirit body surrounds him. It is difficult to approach and befriend him. Not many, the exorcist is one of those guys who are both right and left. It is precisely because of this that Azan in black can feel the aura of Yin Po from the same source as him. He didn''t deliberately lower his words, the trainees in the whole temple heard this clue and fell into contemplation. But obviously, Azan in Black didn''t mean to cooperate with other people. After he finished speaking, he took out the homing flag from the system backpack without a sound and walked out of the temple. When the trainees of Anthony''s team saw this, they followed behind. In just one day, two people died. If they drag on at this speed, they are likely to face the possibility of failure of the main mission. Not to mention that the old people have to do everything possible to challenge the danger and improve their evaluation. Now the only place where the villagers were, they tried their best to protect them. Xu Sen was worried, "What should we do now?" A group of newcomers all looked at the gray-haired youth standing in front of them. Zong Jiu meditated, "In this way, we split up, Xu Sen, you take people to Wang Shou''s place. Seeing the meaning of the preceding plot, they should plan to tie that woman up and sell it to a trafficker. Since it is a married widow. , It means that we weren''t from this village before, and maybe it was our entry point for clues. But try not to conflict with the villagers first." "Xu Su, you go to the Bodhisattva soil at the back of the village to find a way to get some soil out, or go to the market they mentioned to find out the news." "As for me, I will go to the mourning hall behind the temple with Zhuge to look at the appearance of another corpse, and try to find some clues. We will meet again in the temple at noon." This arrangement is not dangerous, it is reasonable, and everyone can accept it. Gradually, with Zong Jiu''s arrangement, everyone else dispersed from the temple, leaving only Zhuge An and him in this group. Zong Jiu didn''t mean to communicate with Zhuge secretly. He didn''t even look at the other person, but walked directly to the back of the temple, making it clear that he meant to move around freely. The barrage was a little shocked. [Fuck, go alone? The magician is so brave] [In fact, it''s normal. The risky challenges encountered by acting alone increase the score coefficient. You didn''t see that Azan in black just walked alone] [Oh, bless you don¡¯t have any trouble, I¡¯m expecting the magician to get the wish ticket and take us out] What Zong Jiu never expected was that his remarks late at night were also screened by the audience and shared in the endless loop forum. The next day, it caused an uproar outside and gained a large number of fans, and the popularity reached ten S-levels. After all, the other people''s C-bit debuts have no personal interest in the people who eat melons. If Zong Jiu goes up, everyone can get out of this ghost place, wouldn''t it be a good thing? He now has to touch the mourning hall to see if the soaked corpse is a prop for his main mission. Although the possibility is not very high, the dementing bells are heating up along the way. Zong Jiu feels that his main mission target is mostly near the temple, so he hastened his pace. Behind is a dark and dark corridor. The corridor can''t see the end, you can''t see your fingers, and you don''t even have a light, which makes the feeling of coldness after entering the temple even stronger. No one else went here, only Zong Jiu needed to go to the mourning hall. He stopped, one hand cautiously held the dementia bell in his pocket, and five or six playing cards appeared out of thin air between his fingers in the other hand, slowly pressing against the wall, and walking towards the dark place. There are too many mysteries in this village. The first is the fairy grass legend, most people just listen to it, and will never take it seriously. But the people in this village not only really ate after listening to it, they obviously couldn''t have enough to eat, but they also had a leisurely sentiment to enjoy the incense here. The temple was built so beautifully, and there was a problem at first sight. People in other times of famine can''t wait to tear down the mud bodhisattvas. Moreover, in a large temple, it is a little strange that instead of guarding the goddess, she guards the yin lady. What''s more, this Yin Po is also very famous, and everyone in the village depends on her, which is really unreasonable. The second is the calmness of the village chief who saw the corpse last night, and the terrifying sentence "She''s back", as if he had known a murder case a long time ago. The people in the village must know something. Reminiscing about their practice of selling women everywhere in private, Zong Jiu felt that he was slowly approaching the answer. As he thought, he walked in the hallway while feeling the dark, his footsteps falling to the lightest level. After strengthening his eyes to the highest point, Zong Jiu''s eyesight reached a range that ordinary people could hardly reach, including the increase in night vision ability. For example, now he saw a fork in the road before him. In case of trouble, he draws a card, and Zong Jiu has accumulated two more tarot card draw cooling times. On the left is the trial, the upright position. On the right is the moon, upright. Judgment is right and wrong, with the meaning of resolving merits and demerits, restarting or resurrecting from the dead; the moon is a very frightening and disturbing card, full of weirdness and deception. Zong Jiu thought about it, but chose the right. If you don''t enter the tiger''s den, you won''t get a tiger. Just after he walked to the right for about two minutes, there was an unclear conversation in the darkness not far away. The sharp and hoarse voice is very recognizable, and it is that of the Yin Po. "Such a miserable death must be unusual. You have made it clear." The old voice sighed, "Three years ago, the old woman could not go hungry alone, and she hung herself in the dirt house behind the old locust tree. She is an old widow who has no children and can''t go to the city with a trafficker to enjoy What kind of glory and wealth, and no food to eat, I guess I hate the people in my village for not giving her food, she died and turned into ghosts to harm us." "Fortunately, the people in our village treated her so well, let her guard the bodhisattva soil, and paid her money to build a spiritual position..." Zong Jiu''s heart moved, listening to the voice in front of him gradually stopped, and immediately stepped back, so as not to hit him. The earth house behind the old locust tree really had a problem. But if according to the old village chief, there used to be an old woman who was hungry and couldn''t stand her hungry house. Where did the deep scratches on the wall come from? Could it be that just because of starvation, the villagers did not help, they would turn into such terrible ghosts to come and claim their lives? Besides, if there is no wrongdoing, how could it be possible to spend a lot of time setting up a spiritual position in front of the bodhisattva. Ha, isn''t this the response of people who have done bad things? The moon card clearly made it clear that the village chief must be lying. Zong Jiu retreated, slowly having a deal in his heart. He retreated to the fork in the road and walked towards the left side of the road. Just when he had just walked into the depths and saw the kerosene lamp lit in the mourning hall in the distance, something happened suddenly! Without the slightest warning, the white-haired youth suddenly flashed backwards, and evenly avoided the attack from the darkness. The opponent couldn''t make a hit, gritted his teeth, and quickly started the second wave of offense. Zong Jiu quickly turned his head, his pale pink eyes were extremely sharp in the darkness, and his fingertips moved together, and a few playing cards pierced into the darkness accurately like an arrow from the string. Obviously, the other party did not expect Zong Jiu to maintain a good vision in the dark. He flashed backwards embarrassedly, but his palm was accidentally nailed and pierced by a playing card, and he nailed it straight to the wall, and the khaki talisman paper in his palm fell. "what--" The playing cards did not penetrate his hand completely, but a sharp point protruded from the flesh, deep into the cracks in the wall, unable to move half a point. This is not the strength that Zong Jiu used to cut through the human artery. After strengthening, his wrist strength and finger strength are not the same. Yi Ruisi straightened up and looked at him bitterly. After being slapped in the face by a newcomer in Las Vegas, he has been holding a grudge. This time, he was assigned to the same copy. After seeing him leave in the temple, Yi Ruisi sneaked after him, intending to make this newcomer look good. The talisman he had just held in his hand was a very insidious talisman paper called Juyin Talisman. The original intent was to gather Yin Qi, but after using it in this horrible copy, it can attract unclean things to come. It does not require trainees to do it by themselves. It can be said to be the first to kill with a knife. Originally, Yi Ruisi was paying attention to slap the talisman behind Zong Jiu and ran away quickly. Unexpectedly, the plot was unsuccessful and he would be turned against the generals. He didn''t admit that he was inferior to others, so he could only furiously incapable. "You are definitely the ghost!" Anyway, there is an iron law between trainees that they can''t kill each other, even if Yi Ruisi is at a disadvantage, he doesn''t panic. What no one noticed was that the piece of talisman paper that fell on their feet moved, igniting a dark blue flame out of thin air, slowly turning black and curling up into a ball. Chapter 41: Famine Mountain Village The weather in Tongbai Village today is worse than yesterday. The whole day was groggy, entangled with a large swath of dark clouds, like a backlog in people''s hearts, bringing a particularly uneasy feeling of restlessness. Depending on the weather, there will be a heavy rain in these few days. As he walked, Azan in black was communicating with the little ghosts in his own spirit banners. These little ghosts are the spirit bodies he collected from walking in various horror copies. They are all beings who don''t want to go and live, and voluntarily follow Azan in black. Of course, he has surrendered a lot of evil spirits, but because he is afraid of irrational evil spirits polluting other spirit bodies in the holy spirit, Ajahn in general would not put the evil spirits in the holy spirit and can pass him. Those who are screened are all beings who are too obsessed. The little ghosts told him that they all felt a very uncomfortable breath in the temple just now. It''s not a cold feeling, but an anxious feeling shrouded in Buddha''s light. In the end, there are differences between humans and ghosts. If a person is a yang ghost or a yin, the breath that makes ghosts feel uncomfortable must be the most yang thing. In this famine era, even if Buddhist and Taoist things are mixed, only the temples where Taoist monks sit or Taoists who have completed Taoism can have this effect. Once there is an existence called a living Buddha, what? Could it appear in an ordinary deserted village in the deep mountains? Is it possible that the fairy grass legend that the villagers said is true? Is there really a bodhisattva standing here to become a Buddha? In addition to this speculation, Azan in Black couldn''t think of a more reliable explanation. Tongbai Village is located deep in the mountains, with steep terrain and surrounded by mountains. The position in Feng Shui is not so good. You can feel gloomy and cold when you stand in the village. It also coincides with a turbulent world and a famine. There are countless starving ghosts floating on the roadside, which greatly disturbs the black Azan. Judgment. However, it is not nothing. Last night, one incident caught the attention of Azan in black. In order to verify this conjecture, he planned to check it from house to house while the villagers were going to catch people. He tightened his robes, and walked forward. #### The darkness in the tunnel is still there. During the fight, they were not far from the mourning hall. The subtle light from outside shone diagonally across the corridor, still unable to dissipate the cold breath. [Wow, this C-class old man is so vicious, he even played the trick of a sneak attack from behind] [That is, trainees cannot kill each other, so I want to kill with a knife] The place of infinite loop is big, and there are all kinds of monsters, ghosts and snakes. Since there are good old people who are recognized as Messiah, there are people who specialize in picking people behind and jealous of talents. [This kind of person is really disgusting, I didn¡¯t expect the horror of the trainee competition, there are such maggots in the live broadcast to everyone, speechless] [No, why didn¡¯t both of them notice the piece of talisman paper just now? Look at the top and bottom right of the screen. I feel a little flustered. Isn¡¯t it a bad spell?] Faced with Yi Ruisi''s accusation, Zong Jiu shrugged: "You can think what you like. You are defeated." The other party was obviously incompetent and furious and said that he was a ghost, unless five people accused him together, otherwise he would not show his feet. If Yi Ruisi hadn''t hit his gun, Zong Jiu would have forgotten this person. After all, he has offended too many people, and he wouldn''t mind if he was a little bit stronger. but-- In response to the resentful look in the opponent''s eyes, the white-haired young man stroked his chin. Keeping this person is always a hidden danger, if the other party is willing to be a **** cudgel, even Zong Jiu will be unbearable to the flies. He was about to open his mouth, but suddenly felt an unusual coldness rising from behind his spine. In an instant, the entire tunnel was darkened. The white veil hanging in the mourning hall not far away began to fly with the wind, and the sky became darker. The chilly wind rose on the ground and convolved from the icy blue-gray stone slab, bringing an unusual stench, and even the black shadow projected on the stone slab was clearly visible. Yi Ruisi''s eyes widened. He lowered his head in trepidation, following the faint light, he happened to see the scorched talisman paper at his feet. "hiss--" In time, Yi Ruisi''s face was distorted. He didn''t care about his hand nailed to the wall, and he endured the pain of his heart with all his might. The blood was all over the floor in an instant. "Fuck!" The white-haired man in front of me didn''t know, but Yi Rui thought clearly. This Yin Gathering Talisman is an E-level prop he got in a C-level instance. Although the item level is not high, but the usefulness is real. One time, in order to **** props from the survivors on the same team, he accidentally attracted the ghost of that instance with the Yin-gathering Talisman. After he almost died, Yi Ruisi knew how powerful it was and secretly left a few copies in the system. In the backpack, waiting to borrow a knife to kill someone in the future. Even Yi Ruisi could detect the change, but Zong Jiu didn''t feel anything. He only felt a yin breeze, and there was an unusually disgusting smell in the air. Thinking about this, he kicked it by the way, and successfully caused the opponent to fall into the mud. But this is not the time to hide and not hide, the white-haired young man quickly took out the dementing bell and arranged it. A week of dense runes was engraved on the small copper bell, held in the palm of the hand, and with the master''s mind, there was a sound that only the dead could hear. "What kind of talisman is that?" Zong Jiu followed the opponent''s line of sight and frowned. Obviously they are standing here for no reason, how could they provoke ghosts? "Go...Go away!" At this time, Yi Ruisi was not in the mood to answer his question. He didn''t even realize that the other party was holding the inner ghost exclusive props written in the prompt. Instead, he staggered and climbed from the ground. The ground rushed forward. However, the next moment, he froze in place. In the darkness not far away, a pair of shriveled to black legs were slowly hanging behind the young man''s trouser legs. The tattered clothes were scorched black under the nails, and the flesh was a dark yellow that shrank, and there were corpse spots all over it. Obviously, this is not a pair of legs that belong to a living person. "You...behind you¡ª" Yi Ruisi''s eyes straightened, her face was horrified, and her teeth were shaking. He was agitated, his fingers holding the props were unable to exert any effort, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, gradually freezing from the soles of his feet, all the way down the spinal cord to his neck. The smell of the corpse became stronger and stronger, and the whole narrow corridor was filled with that smell. Zong Jiu didn''t speak, and turned his head while shaking the bell in his hand. He had just received the [Non-Mainline Quest Item, Submission Failure] from the main system, and he knew what was standing behind him. Behind him, a face with thousands of horrible white marks soaked in water was hanging there quietly. In addition to these, the eyes of the corpse, the black pupils have completely covered the white of the eyes and turned into pitch black. At first glance, it looked like a dark sunken eye socket, very strange. The white light projected from the mourning hall stretched behind them, only projecting two long and narrow black shadows. It goes without saying what the third person is. "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!" Just as Zong Jiu saw what was behind him, Yi Ruisi also saw this pale face clearly, and opened his mouth to let out a scream like a pig. The next moment, Zong Jiu read an undisguised dislike from the dead body''s dark eyes. However, his screams only lasted for a moment, and then stopped in his throat. It ended forever. The blood could not stop pouring from Yi Ruisi''s throat, gurgling blisters. "Ho, ho, ho¡ª" The cold breath gradually encroached on his limbs, and easily made his body stiff. Finally, after his eyes turned into the same pitch black, Yi Ruisi''s expression finally settled on extreme panic. Qing Bai climbed onto his face. he died. There was dead silence in the tunnel. The prompt sound of the main system will sound in due course [Inner Ghost Card Immunity (1/3)] Zong Jiu looked at the pale face and ¡®looked¡¯ at the dementing bell in his hand with pure black pupils. The white-haired youth paused and stopped shaking. The other party grinned sullenly at him, bent over and mechanically picked up Yi Ruisi''s back collar, passed by him, and disappeared at the end of the tunnel. The yin wind disappeared and the cold air dissipated. Except for a pool of blood on the ground, no one knows what happened here a few minutes ago. Every barrage was dumbfounded. [Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? ? ? I''m stupid, but the inner ghost is actually a magician? ¡¿ [Wow, I know that Mr. Zhuge will not say useless nonsense, combined with the question just now, I have reason to believe that Mr. Zhuge has guessed the magician''s head (kneel)] [Wait, why didn''t the ghost kill the magician just now? ¡¿ [Did you just enter the live broadcast upstairs? Didn¡¯t you see that he took the inner ghost card? Generally, the inner ghost card has the number of exemptions. Otherwise, fighting with people and fighting with ghosts, wouldn¡¯t it be too tiring? ¡¿ Zong Jiu let out a long sigh, slowly lowering the poker cards and dementing bell he was holding in his hand. It''s a bet. Zong Jiu also exchanged several low-level gadgets in Las Vegas that could fight against the existence of supernatural beings. But since he got the special props of the inner ghost in the dungeon of Don''t Starve Mountain Village, it is naturally more appropriate to give priority to using the items in the dungeon. Because props also have the home field advantage of props, they can get the greatest effect increase in their own copies of the produced props. More importantly, he only got the Neigui Card. The main system will certainly not come up with a pair of thirty or so, and must give some privileges to the inner ghost. Lenovo¡¯s experience in the first dungeon mental hospital, the inner ghost has immunity to the unsolvable supernatural existence of that dungeon, so Zong Jiu guess this dungeon may also have similar settings. It''s a pity that the dungeon didn''t start for long, and the spiritual existence had not officially killed a trainee, breaking Zong Jiu''s path to verify the conjecture. Judging from the current situation, the good guy, worthy of the inner ghost card, actually has the power of psychic immunity, although only three times, that is equivalent to three lives. This is called mixed into the ghost camp! Zong Jiu said something in his heart, and walked in the direction where the corpse had left. After more than a dozen steps, it suddenly became clear. When he came in, he happened to see the corpse lying back on the ground in time, and by the way, he stiffly pulled up the white cloth, covered himself, motionless, just like a real corpse. Zong Jiu: "..." Do ghosts have such professional ethics these days? He sighed at this absurd world, squatted down and posted a corpse rune on the forehead of Yi Ruisi''s corpse. This is an F-level spell sent along with the dementing bell, which can briefly control the movement of the corpse. Watching the upper body of the corpse bounce up like a bird with a frightened bow, and when he was about to jump around behind him, Zong Jiu made two hehe. Good guy, worthy of being a corpse slayer, his professional technical proficiency is directly full. He gave instructions: "You first get out of the mourning hall and hide in the village. You are not allowed to come out without my order." Yi Ruisi nodded mechanically and walked away. Zong Jiu also followed behind him, thinking about how to use this corpse to confuse other trainees'' attention, a cold voice suddenly came from beside him. Zhuge secretly leaned against the cold wall of the tunnel, glanced at Zong Jiu''s well-documented inner ghost props, and walked straight towards him. "All done? Let''s go." Zong Jiu: "......?" Wait, what are you doing! ! Pupils earthquake! Chapter 42: Famine Mountain Village There was silence in the tunnel. Zong Jiu held the dementing bell in one hand and the corpse chasing talisman in the other, and Zhuge, who put down his arms and straightened up from the wall, met his eyes secretly. On the other end, Yi Ruisi turned her head around with her dark eyes and disappeared outside the mourning hall. There was an awkward silence at the scene, only the white light flowing in from behind the mourning hall was flowing. Does this count as an on-site capture? ? "Let''s go, don''t waste time." The black-clothed man was about to turn around, but he watched the white-haired youth linger, "Huh?" Zong Jiu deliberated his words, "You are, planning to surrender to the enemy?" It''s no wonder that he thought too much, Zhuge secretly leaned outside and said, "Is it all done?" It always reminded him of the kind of small gangs that partnered with each other and embarrassed themselves to do bad things for the traitors. One went crazy inside. After clapping his hands and coming out, he saw another person leaning outside to watch the wind. At the end, he said why his movements are so slow. The man smiled, "I thought you knew it early." Although he did not speak, Zong Jiu read from his face the subtle dislike of ¡®why this man¡¯s brain hasn¡¯t turned around yet¡¯. "This copy is only me a ghost." "Yeah." Zhuge casually said, "I''m in a good mood, bouncing, I''m a ghost in spirit, a legitimate second or fifth son, can''t it?" Worthy of being a man known as the old thief of Zhuge, he is so skilled in jumping back! Zong Jiu was shocked. He felt that if he couldn''t say a word, Zhuge An would be able to take out the Tai Chi gossip plate and arrest him in the next second. So under the circumstances, Zong Jiu chose to open his eyes and talk nonsense, "...Yes, of course." In short, you are happy for the no.3 boss. The viewers who were watching the live broadcast directly fry the pot. Just now, the magician escaped the ghosts in front of everyone, and used a corpse talisman to perform a black-handed capitalist oppressive spirit behind you who died and never let go. The audience was all "the inner ghost turned out to be him." After swiping the screen for Shock, I did not expect to turn a corner, and there are more shocking things waiting for everyone in front. [Fuck, fuck, fuck? What is going on, I¡¯m stupid] [No, I didn¡¯t understand this operation a little bit. Looking at the meaning of the magician¡¯s dialogue with him, does Zhuge want to jump back to the inner ghost camp? ¡¿ ¡¾? ? ? no.3 What are you thinking about? Ordinary people have a hairy reward for the inner ghosts. The reversal is not worth the loss, okay, this kind of copy of the identity card issued at the beginning, there are people who rebel? Neuropathy] [Fogweed, wait! Before that, the boss of Zhuge deliberately mentioned the inner ghost, was he actually covering the magician and sending information? ¡¿ [Big Brother Zhuge unexpectedly cooperated with others, Ye Qingjie] [+1 I also want to say this, Zhuge, such a unique person, would also ask for cooperation with others, Ye Qingjie] [I used to be rebellious and lonely, but now I am willing to **** the white-haired beauties as his wings to cover the wind and rain (?) Moved] These audiences are people who will actually live the fear of being dominated by Zhuge. At the beginning, in the copy of the S-Class Curse Mask, he became famous in the first battle. Infernal Affairs fooled the three organizations. In the end, he not only returned the whole body and made a lot of money, it caused the three organizations to blacklist him and let all of them. People remembered his name. Unfortunately, Zhuge is a lone wolf. For so long, everyone has only heard the news that the big guy was fooled and yelled at the old thief Zhuge, and had never heard that Zhuge was willing to relieve the honor and co-operate with others. Except this time. Seeing the white-haired youth still wanting to speak, the man said lightly: "I know you still have a lot to ask." "But that person is in this copy, and now is not the time to say this." He murmured, "After this copy is over, I will answer all your doubts." It goes without saying who that person is. "Does this mean you intend to cooperate with me?" Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. "You can understand that." Zhuge said quietly, "I said, I will never stand on the opposite side of you." "--But I won''t help you like the first copy. You need to show more strength to prove to me that you have the need for me to answer your doubts." Although the words of never being an enemy are open to question, it is not a bad idea to have a brief cooperation in this dungeon. It''s okay if you don''t provide help. It''s boring to pass the level like the first copy every time. For Zhuge An, Zong Jiu has nothing to look forward to, only expecting that the other party will not stand on his opposite side and make trouble. After all, it is not a pleasant thing for such a person to be an opponent. Zong Jiu stretched out his hand, "So, happy cooperation again?" This time, Zhuge secretly shook the slender hand of the white-haired young man, and finally shook it completely. "So, on the previous topic. Are there any doubters?" They began to fight that only the two of them could understand, and the barrage could only be dumb and dumb. "No." The number of card draws only recovers once every twelve hours, so precious, Zong Jiu doesn''t use it to get clues, is it possible to use it to calculate which is the devil''s puppet? Besides, the first four silk threads in the devil''s puppet silk only indirectly affect the controlled person. As long as no.1 thinks, he can only implant two to three silk threads, so that the controlled person can retain his own thoughts without realizing the fact that he is controlled. Zhuge twisted his eyebrows secretly and fell into thought. I don''t know why, Zong Jiu suddenly remembered his first cooperation with Zhuge An in the copy of the mental hospital. Except for the attitudes of both sides, the general direction was exactly the same. At that time, relying on his own golden fingers who knew the plot, he took the initiative to find the door. Although Zhuge secretly agreed, he was also with scrutiny and hostility that could not be ignored. Including in Las Vegas, even before the opening of the Deserted Village dungeon, his arrogance has not been reduced by half. Even with that Rao Shizi''s prophecy, Zong Jiu felt that the other party''s arrogant temper would definitely not be the character of believing in fate. So what is the reason that caused his attitude to take a 360-degree turn? Zong Jiu thought about dropping his hand, and followed Zhuge An to leave the corridor. When they returned to the temple together, Xu Sen and Xu Su and the others were almost back. Seeing the two of them, no one else had any doubts. After all, Zong Jiu secretly grouped himself and Zhuge into a group when they first started the grouping. Everyone subconsciously thought that they would act together. It would be strange if they didn''t come together. "How? Is there a result?" Xu Sen hurriedly said, "There are some." If I remember correctly, he should have followed the villagers to see the woman''s situation. Zong Jiu nodded and motioned to him. "We followed Wang Shou and found that they had captured the woman, and we were locked in the empty wood shed at the north end of the village." Having said this, Xu Sen showed a trace of anger on his face, "There are villagers guarding outside, and the **** Wang Shou took people in, shut the door of the wood house, and beat him desperately there." Everyone in the team showed the same angry expression. They followed Xu Sen, and they all heard what it was like at that time. "You stinky bitch, you will be from my village after you marry, and you dare to escape back to your natal family. I can''t kill you today!" Wang Shou beat and scolded, spitting on the ground, "Useless things, with a broken stomach that can only give birth to a baby girl, and I will sell you to reunite with your baby girl tomorrow!" Time after time, the female voice kept begging for mercy and screamed, and the voice became weaker. The beating has not stopped yet. The group of people outside couldn''t listen, and wanted to go up and stop the gangster who beat the woman, but was beaten back with a **** by the villager guarding the door, and a small-scale conflict broke out. In the end, they were all worried about the iron law of not harming NPCs. Although they were confronted with fire/medicine, they still failed to actually start their hands in the end. But even so, this behavior caused the villagers to be wary and dissatisfied with these refugees, so Xu Sen''s tone also brought chagrin when narrating. Compared to other rookies, he is a C-level with a lot of copy experience. Most of the old people know not to give too much emotion in the horror copy. In the infinite loop, it is not that there has been a scene in which the survivors love each other after a copy of the ghost in red. It''s a pity that people and ghosts have different paths, and the survivors are controlled by the main system, and they end up with a beating mandarin duck. They are just passers-by of the Horror Dungeon, they will leave here forever after completing the mission. So whether the people in the dungeon live or die, are they good or bad, and what does it have to do with them? It can neither increase their survival points or systematic reviews, nor can it bring any vital benefits. "It''s okay, I''ll stop it if it''s me." Zong Jiu waved his hand, indicating that this question could be skipped, "What happened later?" "While we were blocking, the **** Wang Shou might have heard the movement, so he closed his hand and only ordered the gate to be locked. But we heard him say to others that when the traffickers arrive in the village tomorrow, he will Traffic her into the city." Zong Jiu and Zhuge secretly exchanged glances, "How is the defense of the firewood room now?" Xu Sen hesitated for a moment: "There are four or five villagers guarding the front and back. It''s a bit difficult to get around." "okay, I get it." The white-haired young man touched his chin, "According to this, that woman is most likely one of the breakthrough points of this dungeon. We will go over and have a look tonight while their defense is lax. If we can save it. , Try to save it as much as possible, saving a life is better than building a seventh-level float, even if it is a horror copy, it is just a matter of effort." Seeing everyone nodding their heads, Zong Jiu turned his gaze to Xu Su again, "What about you, have you found anything?" Xu Su: "Everyone in the village came to the temple today, and there was no one in the market. We only went to the wall surrounding the Bodhisattva Temple and secretly took some Bodhisattva soil." After all, he took out a pack of soil wrapped in a handkerchief from his pocket, and inside was a crimson bodhisattva soil. Zhuge stared at the soil secretly and frowned. Zong Jiu didn''t notice his slight expression, but nodded, "Let''s put it away first." They waited here for a long time, and it was estimated that it was noon, but they hadn''t seen a trainee from the other team. During this period, Zong Jiu looked specifically at the spiritual seat under the mud bodhisattva, but it was a pity that it was blank, without any words, only the words that the owner of the tablet used to guard the land of the bodhisattva to gain merit. According to the old village chief, this spiritual position was set up by the villagers for the starving old woman. Just as Zong Jiu was thinking, there was a sound of "beneficial, bend, bend," suddenly heard from behind the temple. The old village chief walked ahead, limping out of the dark corridor below the mud bodhisattva, leaning on a cane. Obviously, the old man still had something on his mind, and he left without even looking at them. The nymph, who wore a black robe from head to tail, also followed behind him, slowly walking out of the darkness. Although she couldn''t see the face under the hood, the yin spirit around her showed no signs of diminishing. After a moment of silence, a sharp voice sounded. "Lies, lies everywhere..." Zong Jiu suddenly raised his eyes. "The night of the full moon three days later will be the best time for the human world to connect with the underworld." Yin Po whispered the dharma name: "Unknown outsiders, if you are in danger, please come to the temple at any time. This will be the last shelter." "Be careful next. Because people''s hearts...but they can dissolve the existence of ghosts." Chapter 43: Famine Mountain Village After noon, the clouded weather became darker and darker. It was as if someone took a brush and dipped the ink and drew it across the sky. All the surging clouds at the time of the day were all slumped together, making people feel gloomy. This kind of weather makes other people uncomfortable, and it couldn''t be more comfortable for Anthony. He is a half vampire. There are many things that vampires least like in the legend, such as garlic, holy water, cross, sunlight... etc. In fact, the only thing that vampires don''t like is sunlight. The holy water can hardly cause harm to them unless it is the kind that is consecrated by the cathedral. But this drawback is especially obvious in half-vampires. Semi-vampires are actually human beings that have not yet been completely transformed. The increase in their abilities by the blood family can only reach the top level of the human category, and cannot cross the boundaries of humans, because this is also one of the iron laws drawn by the main system. So half-vampires hate sunlight very much, worse than real vampires. In their endless loop, the night clan¡¯s base castle is covered with thick curtains to block the light from the outside, and at most candlesticks are lit for other visitors. Because the vampire''s night vision ability is exceptionally good, so good that it can easily see things in a dark place. "Where are we going now?" Lin Guoxing asked. He is a relatively honest and honest existence in the A-level, and he can get along with everyone on weekdays, and he dares to speak in front of the grumpy barbarian Anthony. Other B-grade and C-grade old people also followed behind them obediently. "What''s the hurry, first look around for any missing information." Anthony stopped and directed the other old people to explore nearby, but he was standing there. He obviously didn''t pay much attention to this copy. Although there are two S-levels coming in with them, Anthony''s strength is high-level A-level, and he has also entered the S-level dungeon with His Highness during the infinite loop. Now facing this copy that is not as difficult as the S grade, it is natural to neglect a lot. Of course, there is another reason, that is, his biggest competitor-Vincent is dead. No one thought that one of the right arms of His Royal Highness Fan Zhuo would not even be able to survive the first copy of the horror trainee. After learning the news, Anthony almost didn''t laugh to death, opened a few bottles of whiskey overnight, and celebrated with his confidant for having solved his old opponent for many years without a fight. So Anthony''s current posture is very leisurely, and he even keeps his hands behind his head, slowly watching the surrounding scenery. In this copy, there are only three people who really need his attention. The first two are the two S-rank bosses of the only copy, Zhuge An and Hei Yi Azan. Anthony is not worried about the words of Azan in Black. Although this No. 4 has cultivated the most evil ghost training, he himself is an upright and decent figure, seldom playing small tricks, and even often giving away for nothing. intelligence. For example, when I was in the mourning hall just now, I sent a message to everyone that the Yin Po was a Yin-traveler. As for Zhuge An, this is the one Anthony dare not provoke. Although he is called a barbarian, he does things straightforwardly, but he is not really mindless, otherwise he would not be able to achieve the position of the top of the night clan. Anthony knew who should provoke and who should not provoke. Like no.3, it is the existence that he wants to go around. At the beginning, in the curse mask, Fanzhuo and Anthony were one of the three forces. After being played around by Zhuge, he left a very deep psychological shadow. Until now, he felt painful when he saw that face, and he insisted on the idea that even if this character can''t befriend him, he can''t be evil. But in fact, the first two are not so important, the most important is the third. The white-haired, looks better than a woman, and it is said that Zong Jiu, a C-level trainee with unlimited potential. This is the number one candidate for Anthony to pay attention to. As for why-- After the A-level gaming table conflict, Anthony was beaten by Van Zhuo. "I hate people who disobey my orders." Under the dark candlelight, the handsome face of the man was majestic and stern. The double-headed eagle emblem on the black and gold military uniform was shining dimly under the candlelight, and the long saber was resting on the conference table. He looked at the subordinate who was kneeling on the ground, his voice was cold, "Remember, there is no next time." "Yes... Your Highness." Under the pressure from the origin of the blood, Anthony felt that his heart seemed to be clenched, uncomfortable to the point that it could not be passed through for a second. Fan Zhuo looked at him coldly, without any pressure, but turned and walked to the window with a silver-rimmed pattern. The room of no.2 is luxurious enough and even comes with a small garden. Looking out from the crimson tapestry, you can just see the tulip fields in full bloom outside. "Watch him." Although he didn''t say who it was, Anthony, who bowed his head on the ground, knew this well. "When necessary...protect him." Anthony ended the memory. The expression on his face is terrible. This is the only time that His Royal Highness has given him a protective order, and the subject is still a very ordinary C-level. What if you get a million chips in the limelight in Las Vegas? After all, he is just a fledgling newcomer. Let alone a newcomer, even a powerful old man has never been treated so differently by His Highness. How good is a newcomer? That being said, Anthony, who has already experienced violations once, does not intend to feel it again. So even though he saw that the C-Class who tripped him in the casino and made him lose face, he still didn''t choose to do anything after entering the deserted village instance. "Senior Anthony!" Just as Anthony was looking down, an old man in the team hurried over from a distance, "We felt yin in the houses of many villagers when we were investigating." Yin Qi? Anthony frowned, "Is it Bodhisattva soil?" As a senior old man, he certainly knows what the appearance of Yin Qi means. In the morning, a low-level shaman in the team whispered to them to share information, saying that the "Bodhisattva soil" enchanted by the Bodhisattva among the villagers in this deserted village was actually extremely cold. As expected, if it weren''t for the extreme coldness, how could it be possible that any plant could not survive when transplanted in the past, as the villagers said. To a certain extent, the plants that can survive in this environment are probably only the so-called "fairy grass" with the so-called attribute to the sun and not afraid of the cold. The old man handing out the message shook his head, "My perception is limited. I only feel that the yin spirit is extremely heavy in the big house at the far north of the village." North of the village head? Lin Guoxing thought, "Isn''t that the house of the village chief''s family?" Yesterday the other team was picking firewood at the old locust tree, and Anthony was not idle either. They were bold and talented, so they directly explored the locations and places of other villagers in the village. Naturally, they knew that the big earthen house in the north was the village chief¡¯s site with the firewood house. In addition to the village chief, Wang Shou and his son also lived there. In addition, they also obtained a lot of information. For example, Wang Shou¡¯s first wife gave him a son and died in childbirth. The wife who fled back to her natal family was a widow from the next village after him. The widow brought a daughter when he got married. In the pre-plot, they looked at the one that Wang Shou sold to the trafficker. "As soon as we went to see the firewood room, Wang Shou took his wife back and locked it in the firewood room. The newcomer of the other team clashed with them and was yelling there." "Don''t worry about them, a group of new people can''t make it into a climate." Anthony sneered, waved his hand, and motioned for them to follow. Seeing that there is an A-level leader, other old people who want to complete the dangerous challenge together are naturally desperate, and hurriedly follow behind him. Halfway through, Lin Guoxing suddenly asked, "By the way, has anyone seen Azan in black?" "I see, he was checking house-to-house with us before." Another old man shrugged, "But we are looking for Yin Qi, he seems to be looking for something. Afterwards, we didn''t pay attention to him, and we didn''t see anyone in a blink of an eye." As they were talking, they walked to the earthen hut in the north. This house is very quiet, presumably Wang Shou and the old village chief have not yet come back. Anthony made a gesture, and several AB-level trainees leaped over the wall. In rural earthen houses, wooden slats are usually installed on the windows, so you can''t enter, you can only enter through the door. The old survivors with skills like unlocking basically use survival points to light up, so after a moment, several people nodded. A man stood behind the tree at the door, watching the situation outside warily. Another person went to the back of the house, alert for other changes that might occur at any time. Anthony and Lin Guoxing stepped into the house. The light in the room is very dark, and everything is in a dark state. The place where the village chief lives is of course much better than that of ordinary villagers. Not only is the furniture complete, but there is also a thick quilt on the kang. Apart from these, there is nothing suspicious at first glance. But...it''s yin. The two of them exchanged glances. Lin Guoxing took out his own human skin drum, and Anthony''s nails began to dye black from the end, both of them looked defensive. ¡®I¡¯ll take a look in the bedroom. ¡¯ Lin Guoxing silently pointed to one of the dark rooms. Anthony took advantage of the trend and picked the doorway on the other side, hiding himself in the dark, and slowly moving around by sticking to the wall. He came to the kitchen. The kitchen doesn''t even have a window, only a chimney above, you can''t see your fingers. The huge black iron pot is placed in the center of the kitchen. Below is the scorched cave dwelling. Anthony stepped forward with red eyes open, and touched the bottom of the pot with his hands, and suddenly felt a little greasy on the palms of his hands. If there is oil, there must be meat. The village chief''s family must have used meat to stir-fry vegetables recently, and it will leave such traces. But the strange thing is that in the famine years, they didn''t even have to eat. They saw no pigs in the village along the way. Where did the meat come from? The half vampire knelt down, closed his eyes and let go of his perception, looking for blood in the air. If there is meat, the smell of blood will be essential. The vampire''s sense of smell is very sensitive, as long as there is even the slightest smell of blood can be easily distinguished by them. After a pause of about ten seconds, the **** smell in the kitchen was finally caught by Anthony. Following the smell, he moved to the corner and opened the lid of the water tank. It was dark inside, with a pitcher of black water floating on it. Anthony lowered his head. With the half-vampire''s night vision ability, he could clearly see the blood floating on the tank and the things sinking under the water. His pupils are slightly open. Combining the previous clips, any clues flashed through his mind. At this moment, suddenly, a cold hand touched his shoulder gently. Anthony reacted quickly. When he felt heaviness on his shoulders, he grabbed the hand at a speed that ordinary human eyes could not catch. The sharp black nails cut through the opposite side like a knife, and kicked at the opponent with his knees bent. However, just halfway through this set of actions, the half-vampire action stopped in place. Anthony was surprised, "Why are you?" The man smiled slightly, "It''s me." Lin Guoxing shrugged, "Nothing was found in the bedroom, but there is a voice here, I think you are not coming out, so I came over." This explanation is not too problematic, but I don''t know why, there is always a string in Anthony''s mind that is tight. Perhaps it is for this reason that he hasn''t put down his guard posture for a long time, instead he took a half step back. "I finished the investigation so soon, I didn''t say a word when I came over, I thought there was something wrong." Lin Guoxing''s fighting ability is not good, and he is a logistician on weekdays, so he shouldn''t be afraid. Anthony thought so, and gradually relaxed his body guard. and many more! wrong! The hands on his shoulders were still there, but the temperature seemed to pour the coldness into the bones through the heavy clothes. The half-vampire suddenly raised his head. He looked at the other person''s face in the dark, subconsciously trying to strangle it. How could Lin Guoxing''s hands be cold? Could it be... he will be the inner ghost of this instance? It''s a pity, it''s too late. The hand on the vampire''s shoulder suddenly squeezed. Scarlet blood leaked from between the fingers, disappearing invisible. In a daze, Anthony saw a contemptuous smile on the opposite person. In the next moment, something sharp and cold fell slowly from above the endless void, plunged into his cerebral cortex, and drove into the deeper sea of ??consciousness. The first puppet silk represents reading, and the second puppet silk represents the subconscious. This indescribable pain lasted only a moment, and even the wound was undetectable, let alone being noticed by human eyes. After a moment, let alone pain, even what happened just now, disappeared in a trance as the thread stabilized. Anthony was in a daze. After an instant, he grabbed his mind and broke away from the previously unconscious state. Just in front of him, Lin Guoxing waved his hand in front of him with worry, "Anthony, Anthony?" "what." The half vampire opened his mouth. He felt as if he had forgotten something, but he had to say something that he had forgotten, and he couldn''t say a reason, so he could only make a monotonous tone. The person in front of him smiled. It''s just inexplicable, this smile is strange and pleasant, but it is a pity that Anthony does not find it weird, but subconsciously thinks it should be so, and did not delve into it. "Why do you think that I am the inner ghost? If I were the inner ghost, I shouldn''t take advantage of your distraction just now to solve you earlier." Lin Guoxing laughed while lowering his voice. "But...I do have a skeptical candidate." Chapter 44: Famine Mountain Village Until the night fell and the mountains were silent, the other team did not return. The dark clouds that had settled for two days finally changed. The endless drizzle fell from the dark horizon that could not be seen clearly, and it got bigger and bigger. It slapped on the eaves, making a violent sound and splashing drops of water. There was silence in the earthen hut. Everyone sat down around the fire in the center just like the night before, staring at the blazing flames. Since the people from the other team haven''t come back yet, the team that didn''t pay the food naturally took over the magpie''s nest and took the mud house where they had stayed before. Apart from other things, sitting in a house is much more comfortable than sitting outside. It is sheltered from wind and rain. If there is a house, who wants to go outside and blow the cold wind. It is always dark early in the winter. They came back from the temple early and wanted to come back and rest while it was still dark. After such a day, the newcomers are a little bit sad. In the temple just now, Yin Po slowly explained the matter that the old village chief said. The voice under the hood was unpleasant and sharp. "One night three years ago, it was said that the Bodhisattva in Tongbai Village appeared. The villages around Baili knew that the old lady was guarding the Bodhisattva''s soil garden." "The old man came to this deserted village temple three years ago. The old woman had already gone when she came. Afterwards, she didn''t feel any signs of manifestation. On the contrary, she even brought the village even more weird." "There must be something strange about this matter. These three-year-olds have to go under the shadows to find them, and they will still need manpower...If you are in danger in the village or are willing to help, please find it in the temple." Although he had been mentally prepared for the pre-story, he still made everyone angry when he heard about it. The people in this village not only traffic in human beings, but also starve the elderly to death, which is full of evil. If there are really ghosts who come back to seek revenge, then they will take the blame. If they can, they really don''t want to do this protection mission. As a result, halfway through the rest, it rained heavily outside. I planned to wait for the rain to stop with peace of mind, but no one from the other team has appeared until now. If they are in danger, it is impossible for so many people to disappear at the same time, right? Halfway through sleep, Xu Su woke up and asked, "Why haven''t the people from the other team come back?" Zong Jiu picked up a match from the ground at random and stuffed it into the fire, "What does it have to do with us if they can''t come back? In my opinion, it''s best if they don''t come back tonight. After all, they have the ability to protect themselves. Putting it outside can also protect the villagers. If they are outside, we don¡¯t need to go out to guard. Isn¡¯t that a good thing? Do you still want to get out of the rain?" The people by the fire and in the barrage were deeply shocked. [Damn, it makes sense] [Legal use of the wisdom of the people to fish fish, this fish is also fragrant] [Obviously they are all trainees, why half of them fight monsters and half of them fish.jpg] "But we''re out too, it''s almost dark." The white-haired young man counted the time, clapped his hands, "woke up, ready to work." They said tonight that they would venture together to save the woman in the wood shed, and now they should go when the night is quiet. I wanted to wait until the rain stopped, but non-stop rain also has the advantage of non-stop rain. Anyway, it will always go away. At the moment of the mission, no one will mind the rain. After hearing his words, the trainees who were sleeping on the ground got up one by one. Obviously a copy of terror. When changing to the last instance, as long as the night arrives, they are all like horrified tigers, afraid to sleep at all. As a result, after this copy came, everyone felt more at ease. The first solo show of the horror trainees directly wiped out three-quarters of the newcomers. It is not easy for a newcomer to survive. The new person has no long objects and no props to protect himself. All he can fight is luck and cleverness, or he has to hug his thighs. But the old people have seen the existence of big winds and waves, and all of them are extremely indifferent. Where can they be so kind? At least in the first copy, everyone went their separate ways, very loose, let alone an organization. When he entered the house behind the old locust tree, Zong Jiu walked in front without saying a word. Just one action won everyone¡¯s favor, not to mention that everyone chatted with each other that night, knowing that he still wanted to save everything. After a person''s lofty ideals, it is impossible to say that it is not shocked. While everyone was getting ready to go, the wooden door of the Tsuchiya was knocked suddenly. "Tuk-Tuk-Tuk." The voice was very smooth, not hurried or slow, not hurried or slow. The rain outside was heavy, crackling on the eaves and dripping down the ridge. But it also makes the knock on the door even more weird. Because the door is unlocked. Zong Jiu''s reaction was quick. Almost the next moment the knock on the door sounded, a few playing cards appeared between his fingers, ejected like a swift thunder and lightning, and pierced into the earth wall, firmly blocking the position of the door panel and door frame, just right. Blocked the door that was about to be opened. "Quickly, go and drop the lock!" He shouted at the trainee closest to the door. The latter subconsciously followed his orders. "Kang Dang--" With a sound, the door bolt fell into the door frame. Everyone realized that something was wrong, and all the trainees took out their props and looked at the door warily. Just as the wind swept across the window, the fire flickered twice and went out silently, leaving only a wisp of white smoke in the darkness. This is like a signal. [Fuck! It¡¯s time for excitement] [Is this copy so exciting, it''s a collective attack? ¡¿ [Yes, the cooperation is quite tacit, generally only in the team that has been running for a long time can you see this reflexive action after hearing the order, not at all sloppy] Xu Sen''s face became serious. The old people know that although the horror copy is terrible, there are still rules to follow in the end. Even if it is an S-level copy, it is impossible to casually put people to death. Especially the supernatural copy. When something unclean comes out, the surrounding area will surely give a reminder. When the extremely cold existence arrives, there are no more signs than those few. Now is the best tip. The situation in the Tsuchiya is very tense. It is the first time that many newcomers have faced such a scene, and it is also the first time that they are confronted with a supernatural being head-on, with a dense layer of sweat in their palms. At this time, Zong Jiu''s reassurance worked. "Don''t panic, there are so many of us. I didn''t see a no.3 boss in the house, and there are tall people who are standing up when the sky is falling. What are you afraid of." Sitting in the corner silently, Zhuge raised his eyelids indifferently. Zong Jiu knew that until Zhuge secretly made a move, then the two of them had no more cooperation treaties. After all, the condition was that Zhuge would not give any help, but Zong Jiu had to show his own value in order to exchange prophecies and all the ins and outs of intelligence from him. But this does not prevent him from speaking out. It is one thing whether Zhuge secretly helps or not. At this time, moving out of no.3 can stabilize people''s hearts more quickly, so why not do it? Sure enough, after Zong Jiu said this, the expressions of everyone in the Tuwu were not as tight as before. In the gap of communication, the knock on the door continued. At first it was slow, as if someone was holding a small hammer, knocking on the door very seriously. After the door was locked, the knock on the door suddenly became abrupt. "Bang, bang, bang, bang¡ª" As if there was a really impatient person knocking on the door, huge force seemed to be generated from outside the door, one after another, and slammed hard. Rainy night, knocking on the door, darkness. The combination of these words is scary enough. The trainees closest to the wooden door were trembling with fear. Perhaps it was a long time to enter that angered the existence outside, and the knock on the door suddenly increased his strength again. The old wooden doors could not withstand such force at all, and the surrounding door frames were smashed and deformed, making an overwhelming crunch. The wooden door in the countryside was not a solid existence. Even if the lock was dropped from the inside, several times, the door bolt couldn''t stop it, and it was smashed to the ground. Zong Jiu said in a deep voice: "Everything is ready. When I order, don''t worry about the three-seven-seven-ones. Let me greet them." The trainees held their breath, and each one said well. "Three, two, one, go up and say hello!" As soon as the voice fell, the door frame suddenly opened, and a slap-sized gap appeared above the wooden door. Suddenly, a cold, as if born from the underworld, quietly invaded from outside the door, slowly opening its sharp and **** fangs. A long and narrow ghost loomed outside the gap. The attacks in the Tsuchiya broke out uniformly. Some people threw spells, some people waved them to avoid dust, some people set seals on the spot, and some even fired a shot at the door. Zong Jiu dragged a stack of cards on the palm of his left hand, and stretched out his index finger and **** on his right hand. With the wrist strength that he now blessed to the peak, the card seemed to be transformed into a sharp knife, slashing across it in a rampage. Regardless of the cooldown time, everyone, so many of them dared to come to the door for the existence of supernatural beings in the earth hut, obviously it is not a good thing. After about thirty seconds, there was a sudden silence outside the door. The whole house can only hear the slapping of heavy rain on the beams and eaves, monotonous and long. "Is this done?" Xu Su asked tremblingly. No one spoke, and time was silent for a few minutes. Zhuge slowly took out his Tai Chi gossip plate, Li Gua changed and set fire to the wood pile in the center of the tuwu. The fire light "flew" up in the cold air, illuminating the dark room. Zong Jiu let out a breath of cold air, "I''ll go take a look." After all, the white-haired young man took a card in one hand and walked straight to the wooden door that had been knocked ajar, and put his hand on the iron door latch. [Mom, don¡¯t you wait any longer, this is too courageous, I¡¯m so scared] [I''m afraid of others have committed again! What if you open the door and kill it?] The others watched his movements with trepidation. The iron bolts were all twisted. Zong Jiu had no doubt that if it were later, this door could be knocked off directly. He glanced cautiously through the gap. There was still a deep night outside, and at most a few drops of cold rain flew in, making the shadows of the trees panic. With Zong Jiu''s eyesight, he could not see any abnormalities for the time being. "Click." The wooden door was staggered by the wind and rain outside, creaking and pushing open. The remaining leaves flew in with the rain, and within a few seconds, a small pool of water gathered on the ground. Zong Jiu''s reaction was very quick. Almost the moment there was an unusual movement from the wooden door, he shot it. He swept obliquely, but fortunately, the people outside also had rich fighting experience, and they drew their heads dangerously and dangerously. Zong Jiu didn''t take advantage of the victory to chase after a defeat. He could see the people outside. Anthony and Lin Guoxing were standing outside the door, with a dozen other people in another team behind them. The former looked so hostile when he saw him, while the latter smiled at him apologetically as a good old man. The heavy rain sprinkled on them, falling down the tops of their heads and chins to the skirts of their clothes, ticking, and becoming wet. The trainees in the earthen room heaved a sigh of relief when they saw that there were only them outside. Only Zong Jiu watched them file in, still standing in place. The white-haired young man glanced at his hands calmly. It was empty there, the skin was intact, and there was no trace. The door didn''t know why, just the moment his palm inadvertently swept the top of the outside people''s head, Zong Jiu clearly felt an illusion of being obstructed. It''s like...they are tied to their heads. Chapter 45: Famine Mountain Village The earth hut was originally small, with more than 30 people crowded in it, and everyone had only a place to stay. After Anthony and his party came in, the other trainees in the soil hut were slightly embarrassed. Mainly, they dared not go to the earthen house behind the old locust tree. The dove occupied the magpie''s nest to take up the place where they paid their food. Seeing Anthony''s vaguely hostile look on the opposite side, Zong Jiu was rather casual. He put his hand down calmly, his expression was lazy and dripping. "Seeing that you didn''t come back, we stayed for a while. Now that we are back, we happen to be going out too, so don''t live here." The white-haired young man waved his hand with a smile, and everyone in the earthen house followed him to the outside. [The quality of the newcomers on the magician''s side is really good. They have just faced a wave of terrorist attacks, and the outside is dark, so I dare to go out] [The most important thing is that no one has objected yet, alas, everyone trusts the magician. I look forward to their expression after discovering that the magician is an inner ghost 23333] [I have turned off all the live broadcasts next door now, and I will stare at this live room to see what the inner ghost group can do] "and many more." Just when the other team was about to step out of the dirt house, Anthony suddenly said in a deep voice, "Where did Yi Ruisi go?" coming. Zong Jiu turned his head slightly, and there was an unpredictable floating light in his light pink eyes. "He is a member of your team, what matters to us." Others also realized that the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong, showing a vigilant look. Xu Su whispered, "Isn''t it, they came to ask us when they disappeared, they are crazy." Anthony stared at the white-haired young man with a gloomy look, "Yi Ruisi has been following you all the time." "Oh." Zong Jiu yawned lazily, "Is he following in an upright manner? Why didn''t I see it? Is it possible that someone is following me, and I have to be responsible for his life safety? I look like such a kind person ?" The two teams faced each other across the door frame of the Tsuchiya, and the atmosphere was tense. At this moment, a dark shadow suddenly appeared again in the rainy night. Both teams looked there at the same time. Azan in black is walking in the rain. The icy rain crashed down from the sky, flowing on the ribs of the Garuda above his head. The black robe was soaked and hung heavily behind him. Every step he took, he would drip down with the rain. He was clutching his shoulders, blood oozing between his fingers, his face could be said to be ugly. Watching the crowd sounded one after another, puffing air-conditioning. Even Zhuge, who had been out of the way, was a little interested. He is no.3, and Azan in black is no.4. From a certain perspective, in the definition of strength divided by the main system, the strength of the two of them is very close. No.4 was injured, enough to prove the seriousness of this matter. Let alone trainees, the barrage is also refreshing. [Fuck, why is Azan in black injured? Did he act alone just now?] [Yes, acting alone in the second dungeon will not give the camera, so curious] [Can you hurt the black guy Azan? ? Damn, how horrible this copy is, I''m scared, I''m scared] Under everyone''s intently gaze, Azan in black twisted his eyebrows and released his hand, revealing the hideous black wound below. The strange thing is that even if he covered it for so long, blood still gushed from the wound, mixed with the cold rain, and quickly diluted. The knowledgeable old people all exclaimed. Such a wound that is difficult to heal, at first glance, is hurt by the existence of extremely cold. Azan in black brought back two pieces of information. "The woman in the wood house is dead." Zong Jiu and the others could think of that woman as the breakthrough point in this task, how can an experienced old man think of it? So after investigating the necessary information and verifying the guess in his heart, Azan in black went straight to the front of the firewood house in the north of Tongbai Village. When he arrived in front of the wood house, the sky was already dark. Several villagers were guarded in front of the wood shed before, but at night, all these villagers were gone. Ajahnton in black felt suspicious, so he summoned a kid and asked it to go to the village chief¡¯s earthen house to listen for news. Then he heard a conversation. "Father, what about that stinky lady? The traffickers will come tomorrow!" Wang Shou walked around in the earthen house anxiously, sounding very restless. "I told you to start without knowing what to do." The old village chief hit the kang noodles with a cigarette butt, "Twenty dollars!" Twenty yuan is a huge sum in this famine era. The little girl that Wang Shou had sold before only took six yuan. Six yuan is the family''s expenses for half a year, let alone twenty yuan. Wang Shou also regretted, "I just want to play with my brother, how can I know that woman is so temperamental." "Forget it, that''s the end of the matter, we still have important things tonight. Tomorrow you will take care of it, and then take the meat to the west exit of the market to sell. Anyway, you can sell it for one or two yuan." The village head hates that iron cannot be made into steel, "We also keep half of it, hoarding it in the back tank, so we won''t have to worry about the winter." ...... The information contained in this passage was shocking enough to add to the answers he had previously determined. Azan in black told the little devil to take good care of the two people in the earthen house, and then turned to go to the front of the wood house. If he guessed right, the woman should be dead. If a person has just died soon, the soul will not immediately go to the underworld. As long as the corpse is still intact, Azan in black can try to draw out the soul with the homing flag, and get clues from the dead. There was a strong smell of blood in the wood house. The woman fell on the ground with her hands tied, her body stiff, her body was covered with fine spots, blue and purple, and nothing was intact. There was a huge blood hole in her forehead, and her eyes turned white. On the side of the firewood was a blood-stained chopper. Perhaps it was because his daughter was sold, and he was caught here again and suffered all the humiliation, so he was born with a will to die. Azan in black chanted a few rebirth curses, and after confirming that there was no abnormality in his surroundings, he squatted down with the holy spirit flag, ready to start the holy spirit. At this moment, something happened suddenly! The eyes of the corpse suddenly turned, changing from hollow white to clear black. Her **** nails grew violently and cut through the black Azan who could not dodge, leaving a wound corroded by Yin Qi. "I was careless." This matter is said to be big, not small. In fact, Azan in black can be avoided completely. Because before he was preparing to call the soul, he deliberately sensed whether this woman had grievances in mind, so as to prevent the other party from degenerating into a ghost. but. He did not perceive any ghostly breath. When it comes to dealing with ghosts, Azan in black can say that he is the one who does his part among the trainees. After all, even an Onmyoji is only a kind of god, not a ghost. Even he didn''t feel the resentment of Huagui, that can only explain one problem. The supernatural beings in this village are not grieving ghosts formed through ordinary means. "Oh, I know this." Zong Jiu interrupted, "Human hearts transform ghosts, said by the yin lady in the temple." Azan in black frowned, "Humanized ghosts are not so good, unless there are extreme conditions that are favorable to the people and the people... forget it." "There is another piece of information." He looked solemn, "The people in this village have a habit of cannibalism." really. Zong Jiu was not surprised. Let alone the hint that his strange mission of "a perfect corpse" gave him, anyone who has a little knowledge of the dark side of history knows that throughout the famine years of ancient and modern times, cannibalism is not uncommon. Not mentioned in ancient times, there was "Dingwu Qihuang" in the Qing Dynasty from 1877 to 1878, and the "Eighteen Years of the Republic of China" in the Republic of China. Even in modern times from 1959 to 1961, it was caused by the Great/Leap/Jin and People/Common/Community Serious three-year big/famine. Whenever famine, the scene is similar. How tragic is the famine? Digging bark and roots, eating wild vegetables, eating Guanyin soil...As long as everything you can eat, everything is used to satisfy your hunger and fullness. In this extremely bad situation, cannibalism has become a matter of course. For human beings, food is the basis of survival. If even the most basic survival necessity cannot be guaranteed, then morality and law will be reduced to a dead letter. At the end of all famines, the corpse will be a good meal. The horror of Ding Wuqihuang has been recorded or painted in both "A Brief Introduction to Jinyu Disasters" and "Tears Ending Picture of Jin Disasters". As long as someone starves to death, countless people will flock to them, even digging up the uncorrupted corpses from the ground and putting them in a pot for cooking. Some parents cannot bear to eat their own children, so they will exchange their children to eat with others. Eventually it even developed to kill people and eat meat. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, the poet Qu Dajun wrote a poem "Sorrows for the Cairen", which was about people not getting enough to eat during the big/famine. In order to keep her husband alive, a woman voluntarily went to the market to be a "vegetarian." Cairen, as the name suggests, goes to the vegetable market and sells himself as a vegetable, so he is naturally called Cairen. The open sale of human flesh at the market is enough to imagine what a purgatory scene was at that time. "Wait, it''s not right." Just when everyone was shocked by the news that Azan brought back in black, Zhuge suddenly frowned. "The market opens early in the morning. If Wang Shou wants to sell human flesh, let the butcher wash and cut it overnight. Then why do they wait to sell it the next day instead of tomorrow?" Azan in black was taken aback, "I didn''t pay attention to this either. They seemed to say they were going to the temple tonight." At this time, many people''s expressions changed. Black Azan did not act with Zong Jiu''s team, and there was a lot of information that he didn''t know. For example, when they were leaving the temple, Yin Po specifically instructed them not to open the door at night, and to find her only in daylight. Reminiscent of the cold noodles that the old village chief came out of the temple at the time, it is clear what the people in the village had in mind when they went there at night. Zong Jiu''s expression froze, "Go, something may have happened." As a result, as soon as his voice fell, the moment everyone rushed into the heavy rain, the cold voice of the main system sounded. [The main task of the inner ghost identity card: find a perfect corpse. mission failed¡¿ Not only Zong Jiu, but everyone else also received the message. [Ordinary ID card main task: protect villagers. mission failed¡¿ Suddenly everyone was dumbfounded. [The main missions of the two factions have failed and cannot be determined. The dungeon of "Famine Mountain Village" is restarting...] In an instant, the downpour stopped abruptly. The surrounding scenery changed and returned to stillness. Not far away, the trafficker was pulling the cart, slowly driving towards the entrance of Tongbai Village. Nearby, Wang Shou and the villagers were working together to tighten the hemp rope on the tied little girl. The trainees are standing in a clearing, unable to move, and can only watch the pre-plot repeat itself. Everyone''s faces were the same astonishment. No one knows why the missions of the two camps failed at the same time, and no one knows why a seven-day mission was marked with a time limit, and then they went to the third day, and they were directly destroyed by the group. They don''t know, and the barrage is even less clear. Everyone talked about it and paid close attention to the latest developments in the live broadcast room. [Dungeon "Famine Mountain Village" successfully restarted] [This is the last restart of the dungeon. If the task cannot be completed this time, the team will be eliminated immediately] [Extracting a copy to restart the punishment mode...] [Punishment pattern extraction completed] All the trainees suddenly noticed the long-lost hunger sensation in their stomachs, and the fire burned. [Forced to open the "hunger" value] [The upper limit of the hunger value is sixty. If the value drops to zero, you will die directly. Please be sure to keep your stomach full. [Cancel inner ghost protection, inner ghost items cannot be put into the system backpack, please note] Chapter 46: Famine Mountain Village The news one after another suddenly made everyone unable to react. [Ah, the hunger value setting has been opened, my God, this copy itself is a famine mode, this is terrible] [The upper limit is sixty, if you drop to zero, you will die...this punishment method is terrible] [Moreover, death is not elimination. Anyway, if the dungeon fails, it is eliminated. If you are eliminated, you can still punish the dungeon. It¡¯s really harsh to die directly.] [To be reasonable, I didn¡¯t see how they failed in their main missions, and I looked dumbfounded] [Crazy +10086, how can the main missions of the two camps fail together? I really didn''t understand it] As the pre-story ended, the expressions on the faces of the trainees gradually became solemn. Failure of the main mission is the elimination penalty. According to the main system''s words of great compassion, after being eliminated, you can also enter a single-player punishment instance. If you can pass the level in the dungeon, you can return to the arena of thriller trainees. It is a pity that none of the eliminated F-level trainees successfully cleared the level in the last personal show dungeon, and all died in the punishment dungeon. But at any rate the punishment dungeon can still have a ray of life. If it is directly judged to die, then there will be no chance for the salted fish to turn over. Everyone knows what this means. A small number appeared in the upper corner of the pupil of each trainee, and the hunger value was framed inside it. The dungeon just restarted, and the frantic main system gave them a very dangerous hunger number: 19. Now everyone can clearly feel the burning hunger from their stomachs, as if their stomachs are being pulled together, and it is extremely uncomfortable. In addition, some people have found something wrong. They did not see Yi Ruisi in the square. After restarting, no matter where the trainee is, as long as there is a breath, it will be sent over. Not coming, it means that the other party has died unknowingly. Before recombination, Anthony said that he followed the magician, and everyone looked different for a while, and there was no lack of doubt and scrutiny. Everything followed the previous plot again. On the square at the head of Tongbai Village, Wang Shou walked over with the villagers carrying a hoe, uttering wild words to let them do something better. Last time, the trainees relied that they didn''t need to eat, so they took the dry food in the package and changed their feet. This time, food is their life, and no one is stupid enough to hand it over. They unanimously chose silence. "No benefit?" Sure enough, Wang Shou''s gaze swept across the swollen baggage on the backs of the self-proclaimed deserters, and his face suddenly sank. "Want to enter our village if you don''t give it?" He snorted coldly and raised his hand, "Knock out all of them." Is this really going to be kicked out? Seeing the villagers who were about to drive them out with their hoe, everyone looked at each other nervously. After experiencing the last cycle, they already knew that there was nothing but dry food in these burdens. You can''t hand over food, and there are really no other things. For a while, everyone is a little helpless. An old man whispered, "Or we pretend to leave the village and wait till night to sneak in?" "It''s not quite right. Our main task is to protect the people in the village. If you leave the village and then sneak back, it will not only be difficult to win the trust of the villagers, but the follow-up tasks may also be affected." Lin Guoxing frowned, "Is there any other way, or who has other valuable things in this copy?" [What is valuable? Everyone is all pauper now, okay, miserable] [Wait, I suddenly remembered one thing] When he said this, everyone thought of it in unison. In the last reincarnation, the magician once conjured a large silver dollar and successfully bribed the villagers. Although it is an era of famine, money has not lost its usefulness. No one knows where the magician conjured a silver dollar, but coupled with Yi Ruisi''s death, many elderly people have more doubts in their hearts. All of a sudden, his eyes swept to the white-haired young man standing aside. Zong Jiu glanced at Lin Guoxing lightly. In the next second, his jade-like slender fingers flickered in the air. When he opened his hand again, a large silver dollar was already lying quietly on the palm of his hand, glowing with an icy luster. No one could see his movements clearly. After seeing the money, Wang Shou''s eyes immediately showed greed. Wang Shou sold his daughter, and the traffickers only gave him six yuan. Now it''s just an extremely easy accommodation, you can get one yuan, who won''t be moved by the change? The white-haired young man casually tossed the silver dollar in his hand, "This is my last entanglement, let me think about it again." While talking, he secretly looked at Wang Shou''s expression. Sure enough, when Zong Jiu revealed that he didn''t want to give him the money, the opponent''s pupils darkened for a moment. They were dark, just like the dead body Zong Jiu encountered in the tunnel. Sure enough, this verified Zong Jiu''s previous conjecture. Their thinking in the first reincarnation is likely to be wrong from the beginning. Zong Jiu squinted his eyes. He threw the silver dollar over, "I only care about the dozen or so brothers following me, I don''t care about the others." After receiving the money, Wang Shou, of course, was responsive to what he said. The other team is upset. "what do you mean?" "What do you mean? I''m just a dollar. Of course, if I can help myself, I can help myself. Is it possible that you put your doubts on me on your face, and I have to be responsible to you? Zong Jiu waved his hand, and the newcomers who had followed him immediately took a step forward, and separated a clear line from the old people in the other team. "If you suspect that I am a ghost, you can vote for me with five people. Now that the dungeon is restarted, the overall evaluation will have to be deducted a grade. In case of a mistake, everyone in the room may be downgraded, no cost. It feels really good to be a soldier to solve your competitors, right?" "When this kind of carelessness may lead to the destruction of the group, you don''t want to quickly find out the secrets behind the dungeon, are you still in the mood to think about this?" The white-haired young man showed a poker card in his hand and shrugged, "Then you guys come on." After speaking, he walked into the village without looking back with a person. Wang Shou: "Old Qiang, you take them to the empty house at the back of the village." Old strong? Thinking of the first dead corpse hung on the old locust tree, the new people trembled one after another. The soles of the feet close to Lao Qiang almost jumped out in flames. Many people secretly looked at the old man who was listening to Wang Shou''s instructions. His figure is the same as that of people of this age, wearing a cardigan, showing a thin figure with ribs in the middle. The most important thing is that when the sky shines from the horizon, a fuzzy shadow can be seen on the ground. Then why after an hour, not only did he die, but he was also hung on the old locust tree? With a puzzled mood, everyone followed the old strong. Zong Jiu deliberately fell behind the team. He quietly approached Zhuge An. The black-haired man raised his eyes lazily. In this copy, Zhuge can be said to have done what he said, and he must do what he said. Except for waking everyone up before the reincarnation, there are only a few things to say before others. Zong Jiu whispered, "You lower your head a little and don''t move too much." The other party looked at him with a look of foolish eyes. Zong Jiu, "Hurry up, I have an idea about demons that needs to be verified." Everything about the devil is a major event. After hesitating for a while, Zhuge secretly chose to do it with respect and nobility. Then he watched the white-haired young man raise his hand and carefully touched the sky above his head. As expected, there was nothing there. Zhuge dark: "?" He looked at Zong Jiu more like a fool. It''s a pity that Zong Jiu didn''t notice. Of course, even if he noticed, he wouldn''t care much. After finishing all this and pondering for a while, Zong Jiu said, "Is the devil''s puppet silk invisible?" "His ability has no flaws. As long as the conditions for being controlled are fulfilled, the silk thread will directly pass through the spatial dimension." Zhuge glanced at him obliquely, "If he can be touched with his hands, can he become No.1?" Zong Jiu: "..." But he just figured it out! In front of the wooden door, what he touched with the palm of his hand was definitely not an illusion. Because at the moment of waving, what Zong Jiu felt was not the touch of a single thread, but several. If there is only one, there may be hair touches, or an illusion. The touch of several words is completely different, not to mention that his hand is strengthened to the top by him. Whether it is force or touch, it is first-class, and there will never be a mistake in judgment. At that time, Zong Jiu''s hand swept the wind in front of Anthony Lin Guoxing, the only feeling was-- Fortunately for Anthony, Lin Guoxing was like a human-shaped sieve being tied into a silk thread. Because of this, after the restart, Zong Jiu was paying close attention to these two people. Anthony himself sees him unhappy, and he has forged a beam in Las Vegas before, and there is not much difference in his attitude, tone and look. On the contrary, it was Lin Guoxing... Other people''s impressions of this A-level are all honest, talkative, and good old people. There are no people in the copy who have particularly deep dealings with him. In addition, he was in another team, and the only thing he knew was the scene where Lin Guoxing made a sound to stabilize the situation when the dungeon was opened in Famine Mountain Village. If Zong Jiu accidentally touched the thread, he wouldn''t pay attention to this inexistent Grade A. After all, in the horror copy, everyone is tight, who will be okay to play the childish game of guess I guess who you are with the devil. But once he starts to doubt, he will find that the opponent is full of flaws. Especially the very clever and miserable passage at the entrance of the village just now. That style is very similar to Sheng Yu pretending to hug his thigh with a careless grin when he was in the first instance, but in fact it gave him the feeling of making enemies. Seeing that Zong Jiu was still silent, Zhuge slowly said, "Although the first four of the five puppet silks can control the actions of the parties, the consciousness still exists. The more stringent conditions are required in the future, only the five puppets can be completely penetrated. Only after the soul is swallowed can they become a puppet under the devil. During this period, if the person involved clearly knows that he is controlled through various means, the puppet will be disconnected." These pieces of information were reserved parts that Zhuge An had never told him before. Zong Jiu listened and decided to spend two precious card drawing opportunities to verify his conjecture. He put his hand in his pocket, and actually shuffled the cards silently in the system backpack. Anyway, the devil and his beam are forged. If his conjecture is correct, Zong Jiu can save the number of draws in the future, and he can draw directly. Is Lin Guoxing the puppet of the devil? Result: The devil is in position. Is Anthony the puppet of the devil? Result: The devil is in reversal. The card of Devil is full of desire/hope and temptation. No. 1 is not a good thing, nor is it a good card. Combining with the lines touched before, it can be inferred that the upright position may mean that it is completely manipulated by the devil, and the devil''s reversal happens to have a glimmer of life, indicating that it has not been completely manipulated. Zong Jiu suddenly realized. Good guy, good guy, it turns out that this tarot card still has such a detailed function! At the same time, he flashed again. If he can touch the puppet silk of no.1, can he... also tear it off? Chapter 47: Famine Mountain Village The more he thought about it, the more Zong Jiu felt that his idea was feasible. No one else can touch it. He touched it. Following this line of thought, there is nothing wrong with it. It must be verified if there is a chance. Although Zong Jiu didn''t believe in prophecies as much, he and No.1 were like a needle against a wheat mang, and they were just against each other, no matter in terms of ability or the various deeds that happened before. It doesn''t matter if he knows the vest, if he can still break the puppet''s line and change to Zong Jiu as a demon, he will have to keep going to get rid of the chosen son. If they haven''t forged Liangzi before, maybe Zongjiu will just stand on the sidelines. But since they have formed Liangzi, Zong Jiu is not afraid of things. He is very happy to find the other party unhappy. After he made up his mind in his mind, he put the idea aside, turned his head and asked in a low voice, "You said that no.1 is in this copy, so what exactly does he want to do?" Zhuge glanced at him secretly, "When this copy is over, I will naturally tell you." Fine. Zong Jiu shrugged and continued to follow the old Qiang without further questioning. This time the instance restarted, hanging on everyone''s head like a knife. The seven-day copy time was restarted in just the third day. What''s more frightening was that they hadn''t had any clues or clues. All the newcomers looked sad, no one spoke along the way, and a gloomy atmosphere was shrouded in melancholy. This time, the money was distributed instead of money, and Feng Shui took turns, so they occupied the only empty earthen house in the village. The people from the other team haven''t come over yet, and don''t know what they will think of. Anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu doesn''t care. Seeing Lao Qiang''s back, Xu Sen turned her head, "Should we follow him?" Zong Jiu waved his hand, "There is no need for this, please lock the door properly, let''s sort out the clues first." Hearing that, everyone sat on the ground obediently and formed a circle. After closing the door, the light in the earthen house dimmed, and only the side window was still bright. Everyone was thinking in their hearts before, and coupled with the shock and urgency brought to them by the sudden restart of the dungeon, they subconsciously ignored the burning hunger in their stomachs. After everyone sat on the cold ground, it started to feel uncomfortable. Being a trainee for so long, even if there is a big gourmet restaurant in the trainee dormitory, it is just to satisfy the desire to speak. When it comes to the feeling of being hungry, many people feel a bit as if they have passed away, but the feeling of hunger comes again violently and unacceptably. "Our team doesn''t have dry food, what should we do?" Xu Su clutched his stomach, wanting to cry without tears. In just a short time, his hunger value dropped from 19 to 15. Now looking at the numbers marked in red, the whole person feels shrouded in the shadow of death. The others were also frowning, "Should we go to the nearby woods and eat some game?" Everyone very unanimously skipped the suggestion to find food in the village. After all, judging from the news brought back by Azan in black, the people in this village have a habit of cannibalism, and it sounds disgusting. "But behind the village are all mountains..." Most of the special props in the hands of the trainees are supernatural props, such as F-level spells, etc. They rarely have physical attack attributes, and wanting to fight game is not much simpler than the aborigines of this era. Besides, in this year of famine, people can''t eat enough, let alone animals? Someone whispered: "Oh, even if you can hit some snakes, you can still eat them." "Hey, I''m afraid that snakes are hibernating in this weather." "Could it be possible that we are going to catch the mice near the old earthen house?" When I think of the gray and fat mouse, many people have nausea. Rats are a rare delicacy during the famine, but it is a challenge for trainees. The hunger penalty given by the system is really terrible. The trainees don''t want to think deeply. But to put it bluntly, once this value is added, it is equivalent to them standing on the same level as all the famine refugees in this dungeon, and no one is more noble than anyone. When survival is faced with challenges, people''s moral bottom line will drop again and again. The same is true for trainees. [Alas, this copy of Famine Mountain Village reminds me of the A-level horror copy "Deadly Toxic Gas"] [I also thought about it, it''s really cruel...] [That copy is really a psychological shadow of me, even if there is no live broadcast, I am scared enough to hear the replays of the big brothers] Deadly Toxic Gas is only an A-level dungeon, but its death rate is no less than that of any S-level dungeon. The background of the dungeon is that the entire team is sent to a background full of poisonous haze in the future. The threats are various mutated animals, plants and zombies, and the main line is survival. The scary thing is that the air in that copy is poisonous. To survive, everyone has only one oxygen cylinder, which can only sustain one day''s breathing needs. If these four or five people died accidentally, leaving behind oxygen cylinders, that would be fine. But if no one died accidentally, there would be only ten oxygen cylinders for the side missions. If they were evenly divided, there would be four or five people who would not be able to use them even if they were saved. No one wants to die. Even if it is forbidden to kill each other, it is only relative to trauma. Indirect killing with a knife, or gently pulling out the oxygen tube, will not be classified as a way of killing by the main system. The result of that copy can be imagined. Almost all the teams that have entered this dungeon have an irreversible crack, and eventually they are broken. Even if he survived by chance, he suffered from severe ptsd. The same goes for this copy of Famine Village. Reaching the bottom line of survival, no one knows what the final direction will be. But what is certain is that if this continues, they will all go to the worst. Everyone in the earthen house sighed, only the white-haired young man put his hands in his pockets and said with a smile, "Want to see me do magic?" other people:"???" Although everyone is hungry, watching the magician do magic is also very exciting. So the newcomers fought fiercely in their hearts, staring at Zong Jiu with expectant eyes. "Next, is the moment to witness the miracle." The magician smiled slightly, put his hands together on his chest, flipping and clasping his palms. In the next second, there was a red apple on the palm of his hand, and the edible wax on it glowed lightly under the dim sky, which looked very attractive. "Guru." I don''t know who swallowed saliva sounded in the silent air. The barrage is also silly. [Fuck, where did this apple come from? ¡¿ [Who saw the magician''s move just now? Is there any boss to reveal this magic?] [I didn¡¯t see it clearly, I just zoomed in deliberately just now, but I didn¡¯t see it clearly, stunned. jpg] Zong Jiu didn''t even look at it, and threw the apple to Xu Sen who was standing opposite him. The latter hurriedly caught it, holding the apple in his arms with a dazed expression, as if he was hugging the whole world. The magician lowered his head, "What kind of fruit do you like to eat?" "me?" Xu Su stammered, "Is everything okay?" Zong Jiu gave a very professional smile, "Of course, anything is fine." "Then... durian?" Zong Jiu flipped the palm of his hand, and a durian wrapped in a preservation bag appeared in his hand. "Considering the feelings of other friends who don''t like to eat durian, go to a ventilated place at the door to solve it by yourself." He turned to the others, "What do you want to eat?" The trainees are excited. "I want to eat pineapple!" "I want to eat pears!" "I want to eat kiwi!" ...... Voices one after another. Zong Jiu nodded, his slender fingers fluttered and jumped in the air, and each time he turned out, he would bring out a fruit. Everyone exclaimed and applauded every time a fruit appeared, their faces glowing red with excitement, and the sound of applause almost lifted the roof. Not to mention the live trainees, even the audience in the live broadcast room can see exactly where he took out the fruit. [Record screen! Quickly record the screen! Send it to the forum at night, I don''t believe that no big brother can solve the mystery! ¡¿ [I rely on... how many fruits did he take out? One man, I really admire it] ¡¾I? ? ? Ma Ma, how can this magician do magic! ¡¿ [This is magic, this is the magic of a hammer, don''t try to fool me! ¡¿ There are also other bullet screens that look at problems from other angles. [Ah, is the magician so good? I don¡¯t hide what I eat and don¡¯t hide it privately] [Yes, I didn¡¯t believe it when he got the universal wishing ticket last time and said he wanted to make a wish to send everyone out of this world. Now I¡¯ve been beaten in the face. Sure enough, there are still many good people in this world.] [A good person is so good that this is really good, not like the Son of Messiah, a bit hypocritical] [+1, I felt that in the last copy of the Son of God, he suddenly became weird, he was not like that before] After handing out a piece of fruit to everyone, Zong Jiu slowly took out two watermelons, threw the dark one to Zhuge, and sat down slowly, swiping the playing cards in his hand, and cut the watermelon. Zhuge glanced at him secretly, "Weird black cassette?" Zong Jiu was speechless for a while, "Can''t a watermelon stop your mouth?" There are nearly a thousand exchangeable roads in Las Vegas, and it is inevitable that you will feel a little frustrated at a glance. The items taken out of the magician''s secret box are ordinary items. Although there is a daily limit, because they are ordinary items, it supports the exchange of survival points for the number of times they can be taken. Just now Zong Jiu took out those fruits, and it probably cost him more than a thousand survival points. To be fair, this price is indeed a sky-high price for fruit. Of course, Zong Jiu is not a character who does charity for people for free. He has already planned in his heart, how to make up this gap, it is almost impossible to put it into action. For a while, the newcomers in the earthen hut are all working hard to solve what they have. After eating, Zong Jiu clapped his hands, "Let''s discuss the situation in this village." "First of all, I suspect that our thinking in the first reincarnation was completely wrong." According to the clues given by Azan in Black, the villagers should have gone to the temple early in the morning. This means that something must have happened in the temple, which caused the main task of the two identity cards to become invalid at the same time. What happened in the temple in the morning two days later? Everyone was puzzled. Obviously, they missed some necessary clues. Zong Jiu said slowly, "Tomorrow, even if you are an enemy of the villagers, you have to save that woman. She is the only known breakthrough." Everyone has no objections. At this moment, Xu Su, who was guarding the door and finished eating durian, came back. He locked the door carefully, "Nine brothers and nine brothers, the other team also came in, they are outside our room." Although I don''t know what method the other team used to enter the village, they always came in, and the leader is still the leader. Last time there was a murder case in front of the old tuwu, and now the old locust tree is empty. So they followed the example of Li Zongjiu and others in the last reincarnation, picking a piece of open space in front of the door of the earth hut to sit down, and this position happened to be able to see the old locust tree. Zong Jiu said "Oh" and looked out beside the wooden window. The other team was pulling out dry food from their baggage, frowning and swallowing. The newcomers in the earthen hut have verified that the hunger value drops quickly. At this rate, even if you save food, you should eat at least two meals a day. Two meals. There is not much food in the bag, at most let them last until noon tomorrow. Until then... when they really can''t find food, would Zong Jiu go to extortion at a high price again, wouldn''t it be good? Chapter 48: Famine Mountain Village The night sky was the same as they had entered the dungeon on the first day, dark clouds, gloomy, and moonlight invisible. Fortunately, it will rain tomorrow night. There is no major event on the first night, so I can buffer for a while. This night was quite panic. What happened before dark was exactly the same as the previous reincarnation. This time, under everyone''s eyes, Lao Qiang''s corpse did not hang on the old locust tree, but rather intelligently replaced it on the roof. Of course, the tragic death showed no sign of change. Xu Su was dumbfounded, "This corpse is still so smart, do you know if anyone is staring at him?" In this regard, Zong Jiu basically affirmed an idea in his heart through this matter. The team in the Tsuchiya was okay. Everyone ate and drank enough, which also eased the previous tension. In many cases, people''s confidence and courage must be obtained from the outside. Among other things, the magician''s omnipotent, as if not putting all things in his eyes, gave them great confidence. After Lao Qiang''s incident passed, there were no events that required special attention tonight. Zong Jiu asked everyone to sleep well. Tomorrow, he must save enough energy. Not only must he rescue the woman, but he must also fight the villagers. This is not a simple matter. Xu Sen raised his hand, "Then what will we do tomorrow?" Zong Jiu touched his chin, "Let''s stay outside the house first, and take her away when we see the woman." "Once you succeed, immediately retreat to the woods, don''t delay." Everyone has no objection to this operational arrangement. They have known only two breakthrough points, one is a woman, and the other is a nymph in the temple. No one knows what happened on the night that the mission failed. All that can be done now is to gather the clues and avoid the tragedy of the previous reincarnation. Everyone got up early the next morning before dawn. Here I have to say that Zhuge An''s Tai Chi gossip plate is really a good thing. It can attack and defend at the upper level, and the time can be estimated at the lower level. At seven quarters of Yin Shi, the trainees were all ready and filed out of the earthen house. The old people who were guarding outside the earthen hut and learning how they lit up a fire watched them come out one by one, all showing vigilant eyes. After the incident where Zongjiu, the head of the village, was unwilling to help, the atmosphere between the two teams can be described as arrogant. The old people feel that the new people have no attitude, and they are not even willing to help. Now that they see it, they are even more unwilling to give a good face, so they coldly hum. "Hidden, you go and guard around Wang Shou''s house." Zong Jiu turned his head, let Zhuge secretly lead the newcomers to go first, and turned his head towards the other team. Anthony and others took the lead in showing an unkind look. "What are you nervous? I''m not looking for you, I''m looking for senior no.4." Zong Jiu deliberately bit the words "no.4" very hard, and nodded to Azan in black, "Senior borrowed a step to speak?" Azan in black accepted his offer in silence, turned and walked aside. The organization of the Old People''s Alliance was originally loose. Although Azan in Black stood with them, he did his own way. The other party is not the kind of person who is careful to bear grudges, and if Zong Jiu''s affairs at the entrance of the village is not in his heart, the others can''t control it even more. [Ah, they are going to talk alone! Damn, why is the live camera of this copy public?] [That is, we also want to know what the two big guys talked about in private ooh] [I feel that the S-level seniors are actually quite talkative. I have always felt that it is terrifying for Azan in black to raise a ghost to shave his head. Who can think of it, he turned out to be a good person! ¡¿ After walking aside, Azan in black took the lead and said, "What can I do for you?" Zong Jiu, "It''s not a big deal, it''s just that I have a guess." "I heard from seniors before that the bodhisattva soil in front of the village entrance temple is extremely cold?" "Not bad." Azan in black nodded, "The villager once said that any plant that was transplanted in the past cannot survive because the soil is too cold. But this cold is not caused by the existence of a ghost. , But something born with coldness." Things that are born with coldness are just as rare as things born with pure Yang. If he hadn''t seen the Bodhisattva soil in Tongbai Village with his own eyes, Ajahn Hei could not imagine that there would be such a pure and unadulterated soil in the world. "If I have to say..." He concealed a point, "It''s really like the Xianjia method. Because the world cannot naturally give birth to such soil, even the yellow spring soil will inevitably have defects or impurities." Of course, this conclusion is more due to the feeling of the Buddha''s light enveloped by Ajahn Hei Yi in the temple in Tongbai Village. Otherwise, he would not dare to jump to conclusions. Zong Jiu pondered, "Then what should we do if we want to grow plants on this kind of soil?" Azan in black replied, "Unless it is a pure sun plant, it can grow without being affected by the cold." This probability is as rare as I said before. It is negligible. Zong Jiu decided to skip this topic for now. "I still have a question. If normal people eat this kind of soil all the year round, will it have any effect?" Azan in black twisted his eyebrows deeply, "Human is yang, like soil is yin, if you eat for years and months, it will inevitably cause serious damage to the yang body. If it is supplemented by external forces... it is very likely. A half-yin physique will be achieved, and it is not impossible to force the yin and yang eyes to be opened." "That''s it." Zong Jiu let out a long sigh, "Thank you senior for your answer. After listening to these causes, what is your understanding of the human spirit that I proposed last time?" Long ago, Zong Jiu had this guess. First of all, he saw that the pupils of the people in the village would turn black from time to time, each time it was as short as an instant and then quickly recovered. Secondly, when he and Yi Ruisi encountered a ghost in the tunnel, the ghost obviously still had room for thinking, and it did not directly degenerate into an irrational ghost. Finally, it is not a solitary case that human hearts transform ghosts. Similar classics have also been recorded in Qi Tan Zhi Yi in ancient and modern times. But perhaps as Hei Yi said, the conditions required are too harsh. Now, the most demanding condition has been unintentionally achieved. "If you take Bodhisattva soil for a long time, and supplement it with people''s disgusting thoughts, it is indeed very possible." Black Azan thought with a deep eyebrow, "But that requires extremely terrible evil thoughts, not only terrible, but also huge." Halfway through, he didn''t go on. He has completely seen how evil the people in this village are. The preference for cannibalism alone is enough to make people fearful. As for why Hei Yi Azan has always said that people in Tongbai Village have a habit of eating human flesh, instead of being forced to eat human flesh until they are desperate. It was because he found fresh, blood-soaked human flesh in almost every household''s water tank. Even if some villagers have surplus food, they still have water tanks for putting human flesh. After he went over the wall and went to the butcher¡¯s house, he found that the butcher¡¯s wood room was full of frozen corpses. There were a lot of corpses on the butcher¡¯s house. There were many corpses on the bones. . The only good news is that there is no grievance on these corpses. It may be ordinary people who starved to death on the side of the road. The corpses were picked up, and the meat was cut off and sold. It hasn''t progressed to the point of madness and madness. If it were murdering and cutting meat, Azan in Black would be able to detect it when he first entered this village, and there is really no need to wait until now. This shows that the people in the village are completely addicted to cannibalism. Because in the woods behind the village, there are still many trees with bark hanging on them, plus edible bodhisattva soil, they obviously have a choice. Even if the people in this village have this wickedness and bodhisattva soil acts as a catalyst, in all fairness, Ajahn Hei Yi believes that the conditions for transforming ghosts into human hearts are still not met. Zong Jiu didn''t argue with him about this topic, instead he said: "It is true that more evidence or facts are needed for argumentation, but since this is possible, we should prepare for the worst. What do the predecessors think?" Azan in black stretched his eyebrows, "This is natural." If it is really like the worst guess, then the situation in this village will undoubtedly be much more difficult. How tricky it is to transform ghosts into hearts, Azan in black understands better than anyone. What¡¯s more frightening is that the ghosts of human hearts are not made overnight. The ghosts will always be hidden in the human heart. After a certain amount is accumulated, they will break out. They will be swallowed up by endless evil thoughts and become evil spirits in human skin. . After getting the information he wanted, Zong Jiu rushed to the village chief''s tuwu in the north of the village without stopping. In the last reincarnation, Wang Shou rushed out with injuries just after dawn. Since they knew the necessary information this time, of course they had to hurry up. When Zong Jiu arrived in front of the Tuwu, Xu Sen, who was guarding the door, quickly reported to him in a low voice, "We haven''t noticed any movement yet." Speaking of this, everyone feels strange. According to the information, it should be that the woman sneaked into the house before dawn. She probably wanted to see if her daughter was still there, but she met Wang Shou and stabbed him with a hairpin in desperation. A handful, this hastily escaped. So everyone stays on the ground and waits. The best solution is to stop the woman before the woman enters the earthen hut. In this way, we can avoid confrontation with the villagers and leave a buffer room for things. "Continue to stare, it should be around this hour." Zong Jiu raised his head and glanced at the sky, then squatted in the corner. More than a dozen people densely surrounded the house of the village chief''s house. As long as someone rushed out or entered, they couldn''t escape their eyes. After about ten minutes, there was a sound of footsteps in the small woods behind the soil house. All the trainees looked at each other one after another and walked over there. By the time they passed, several trainees had already subdued them. In order to prevent the villagers from hearing the sound, they had no choice but to block the woman''s mouth with cloth strips and take it away from the earthen hut. Going to the other side, the scarlet roof of the temple is looming under the cover of the woods. After walking to the forest, they untied the cloth strips and formed a circle. Not only the Zong Jiu team, but the other team obviously had the same purpose as them, and they followed after seeing them subduing the woman. With fear on her face, the woman opened her mouth and shouted, "Come here! Come! You disciples!" "This lady, we have no intentions." Xu Sen quickly went up to appease. But obviously, the other party was very emotional, not only excited, but also trying to break through. After this chaos continued for almost a stick of incense, the woman calmed down a bit. "You really didn''t lie to me? It was really not sent by Wang Shou that bastard?" Seeing her attitude finally loosened, everyone was relieved, "We really are not." It seems that the woman believed it, and looked at the trainee suspiciously, "Then you get out of the way first, I have to go to my daughter." When it comes to this topic, everyone is silent. "Your daughter was..." After a while, someone was talking, but Zong Jiu interrupted him directly. "Madam, let''s ask you something. If you are willing to tell us, we will naturally send you back intact." The woman sneered, "I know you are not at ease." White-haired Youth Quan did not hear this accusation against her. He stared at the woman''s eyes closely, "Three years ago, how did the old woman who lived behind the old locust tree in the east of the village died?" The woman''s face changed slightly, "You, what are you talking about, I don''t understand." "Don''t understand?" Zong Jiu chuckled, "My daughter is six or seven years old, and it has been three or four years since I got married. How come I don''t understand?" He went on and said: "In the past few days, there have been villagers who died inexplicably. You came from your natal family alone, so you don''t have to hear about it. Others can be said to be the mother-in-law who came back to ask for your life." At this point, the mood swings on the woman''s face are even more obvious. This time, other road trainees also saw something wrong. Because her expression is not something else, but dodges while being mixed with obvious fear. Obviously, the woman was really afraid of the ghost in Zongjiu''s mouth to kill her. Everyone knew there was something at a glance, and this was obviously a reaction to doing something wrong. She opened her mouth, "If that woman really finds it back, what''s the use of telling you?" This time it was Azan in black who spoke. "If you haven''t done anything wrong, you are naturally not afraid of ghosts knocking on the door. If you have done something wrong... the sea of ??suffering is boundless, if you have a pious and penitent heart, maybe the ghost will let you go." These words seemed to give the woman a reassurance, so after hesitating for a while, she finally let go. "...Three years ago, I just married my daughter to this village not long ago." The woman was originally a widow from the village next door, she was beautiful, but her husband''s family unexpectedly went early, and she stayed the widow at a young age. My husband¡¯s family didn¡¯t have much money, a widow in the village couldn¡¯t ask for anything, and it¡¯s even harder for my natal family to take care of a married daughter, so life became more and more difficult. It just so happened that the son of the mayor of Tongbai Village was also a widower, and his ex-wife died after giving birth to a son. It happened that there was a matchmaker in the two villages who took the money as a matchmaker and led a line. After meeting Wang Shou, he coveted the beauty of the widow. It''s just that after she got married, the woman''s stomach was unsatisfactory and she had not been able to give birth. Her status in her husband''s house was getting lower and lower. She was begging the old village chief to live her life every day, and Wang Shou often yelled and scolded her. In Tongbai Village, the head of the village had the final say. It coincided with the beginning of the famine that year, and the people didn''t have a livelihood, and she couldn''t get anything to eat at home. "That old woman is also a childless woman. Her husband went early. But when she is older, she lives in that old earthen house alone." The old woman believes in Buddhism. The woman said that before the Bodhisattva appeared in Tongbai Village three years ago, only the old woman believed in the Buddha in the village. Before that, no one cared about the bodhisattva soil in front of the temple at all, and the temple was too small and ragged, and could not see its original appearance. After all, the bodhisattva soil cannot grow plants, and it is already famine. Who would care for a land that can''t even grow anything? "Only the mother-in-law believes in the Buddha, takes care of the bodhisattva soil day after day, sprinkles water day and night, and often cleans the temple with a broom." Speaking of this, the woman hesitated, "Not only that, she also has a habit of eating Bodhisattva soil, and even eats only that soil a day." "But she was kind-hearted. She ate the soil during the famine, and the rest of the grain would be given to the villagers. But she was later discovered by the villagers who ate the soil, so the villagers took the soil and went back to eat like her. ." "The bodhisattva soil originally only had a shallow layer, not much. She was not enough to eat all the people in the village. Because of this, she quarreled with everyone and complained that others said that they would have to eat the food she gave. Fight with her for soil." "Later, the Bodhisattva didn''t have enough soil, and she starved to death in that old soil house." Her eyes flickered, "It took more than ten days for the villagers to find out that the body was stinky at that time." "Although the villagers are not doing it authentically, but when there is a famine, whoever can control the three, seven and twenty-one, they just want to live. Treating the old lady is treating the old woman badly, and no one is going to deliver the food. Maybe it is. Because of this, she felt resentful, so much so that now... alas." The woman looked a little angry, "But then the village also raised funds to repair her spiritual position. If this is the case, it would be too much to kill her." Many trainees showed a suddenly realized look. Only Zong Jiu and Azan in black still frowned. "Okay, you want me to say it, and I told you all, you can always let me go now." Zong Jiu said lightly, "Okay, let''s go." After speaking, he motioned to Xu Su and the others to loosen the shackles and follow him. Although the latter were confused, they had become accustomed to obeying Zong Jiu''s instructions in the past few days, so they didn''t ask a single question, and followed the white-haired youth directly from the woods. On the other hand, the old people in Anthony and his team obviously wanted more information from this woman, and did not come up to interfere, but watched the newcomers leave with cold eyes. It is worth mentioning that Azan in black whispered a few words and left alone from the group of old people. Zong Jiu didn''t mean to delay, and directly led the newcomers to the temple at the back of the village. Xu Sen asked in a low voice, "Brother Nine, is there something wrong with what the woman said just now?" They did not hear the conversation between the old village chief and the Yin Po in the temple like Zong Jiu did, and could not distinguish the contradictions in the two people''s accounts. In fact, if no other clues have been collected before, the woman''s words can roughly meet all the questions. "If the old woman turns a ghost back to avenge the village, it''s not impossible." Xu Su meditated, "Whether it is the timeline she said or why the villagers scramble to eat Bodhisattva soil, it can be resolved, but..." He thought of the scratches on half of the wall of the old earthen house, and only felt that something was not right. Xu Su couldn''t tell what was wrong. "There is a problem, of course there is a problem." Zong Jiu shrugged, "She''s lying, it''s too obvious." "As for why it is difficult for you to detect, it is because the lies she told are extremely clever, not false from beginning to end, but a mixed truth." [Fuck, I knew she was lying] [Yes, the woman kept saying that she cares about her daughter, why didn''t she take her with her when she ran away? ¡¿ [Oh, it¡¯s too difficult, it¡¯s hard to find a clue, but the result is false. This copy has no clear clues yet, it really drives people crazy] When the woman was talking, Zong Jiu had been carefully observing her micro expression. When a person lies, the micro expression will change to a certain extent, not to mention that she has obviously concealed some extremely important things. "So my guess is that not only did she lie, she might be one of the accomplices." "Well, this clue has been grasped by us. Since the living people can no longer provide more information, then...the dead people have to get information." Hearing what he said, other people remembered that the yin lady in the temple once said that they would try to get yin in the next few days. Xia Yin means to go to Yin, also known as over Yin or Xia Shen, which probably means to walk from the yang to the underworld. There are two ways to walk the Yin, one is to go to the Yin world alone, to find the designated ghost, and then ask the ghost to go on her body, for the stranger who missed the dead to talk and communicate. There is also a way similar to the way of observing the falling shadow, taking the human to go down to the underworld with others. But this method is very difficult and risky, unless it is a Taoist priest with high mana, otherwise he will not try it. Zong Jiu was quite sure that the current situation in Tongbai Village was definitely not the old lady Huacheng Ligui that the villagers said had come back to them to settle accounts. Since the old woman didn''t transform the ghost, she can try to find her soul through the yin method. The people in the village are full of lies, and they have done bad things. It is not as convenient to ask the person directly. Even the black-clothed Azan who followed them silently nodded, thinking that this method was very feasible, which coincided with him. Perhaps it was because they made too much noise before dawn, and the village finally showed some signs of awakening. In the distance, people in the village gathered in front of the earthen house of Wang Shou''s house, carrying hoes one by one, and moved towards the woods. Xu Sen was worried, "They seem to have been discovered, what should I do?" "It''s just light, will the temple open so early?" "Who knows, I only know that if you don''t get the props, we might be cold here." Unconsciously, the vast forest suddenly became quiet. The trainees also realized what was wrong, and all took out their life-saving props in a thunderous manner, and looked around vigilantly. In the gap between the blade and the blade, there are layers of ghosts flashing away. Not far away, the trainees of another team were running fast. Behind them, a large group of cursing villagers gathered. Zong Jiu gave an order, "Run!" Chapter 49: Famine Mountain Village [This...how long has it passed, what happened over there? ¡¿ [Stoke a hornet''s nest? The village was so quiet just now, how come all the people and ghosts all at once] "Fuck, what did they do?" Looking at this battle, the newcomers are all stupid. How come there is such a big noise after not walking a few steps? Not only did the ghosts come in clusters, but the villagers were all mad, with distorted faces, and they chased up without distinction. "Don''t worry about so much, go to the temple and talk about it!" Zong Jiu turned his head, and the playing cards on his fingertips made a "rusty" sound in the cold air and sank into the stump with a nail. The view in the forest is greatly hindered, not to mention that it is still in such a besieged situation. Everyone''s movements are not slow, supporting protective shields supporting protective shields, throwing spells and throwing spells, and there are countless people who recite mantras. Azan in black curled his eyebrows and looked at the ghosts. For a while, he couldn''t tell which belonged to the villagers, which belonged to the leaves, and which belonged to the real evil spirits. So he uttered a few phrases silently on the spot very simply, and released a part of the little ghost in the holy spirit banner. For a time, the wind and wind were blowing in the woods, and the dead leaves were flying everywhere. Although they tried their best to avoid a frontal conflict with the villagers, they had no choice but to run faster. A group of people ran wildly, screaming one after another, and ran to the temple in a short while. It''s a coincidence that at this time it was just dawn, and the rickety figure in black robe in front of the temple happened to hold the door handle with water and leaves with a dustpan, and sprinkled it on the ground while cleaning and dusting. The trainees couldn¡¯t manage so much, they rushed into the temple, hurriedly pulling at the handrails of the temple door, a bunch of people yelled and closed the temple door that had just been opened not long ago, and finally some people paid it. He took out his special props and put a lock on the door. After the temple door was locked, the entire temple hall was darkened, and only the lotus lamp next to the spiritual position of the mud bodhisattva exuded a faint bright light. The Yinma looked at their movements, but did not go up to stop her, frowning, "Who are you, how dare you be presumptuous in front of the Bodhisattva?" Zong Jiuchao Xu Sen gave a look, and the latter went up to negotiate with Yin Po very consciously. He turned his gaze to the other team. "Damn, that woman really has a problem." Cao Hongtao, a B-class old man, yelled at him, "hiss-", and looking down, there was a shocking **** tooth mark on his mouth. After Zong Jiu and the others asked about the information, the old people''s team directly saw that the woman was lying. So they wanted to intimidate and lure the other party to tell the truth. It happened that Cao Hongtao had learned a little bit of interrogation and torture, so he volunteered to step forward. Killing the npc may cause the entire mission storyline to collapse, but it is okay to let the npc suffer a bit. The old people who have seen strong winds and waves in the infinite loop are not so glorious. As long as they can survive and bypass the rules, why not do it? Cao Hongtao asked little by little, while paying attention to the change of expression on her face. This kind of npc fits the background of the times, and has not received professional anti-interrogation training, so it is easy to find flaws. Soon, Cao Hongtao discovered the doubt. The preceding includes all the narratives. The old woman guards the bodhisattva soil and eats the bodhisattva soil. She is a good person who is dedicated to the Buddha. She even secretly gave food to the woman. These narratives are not mixed with other moisture. The problem is how the old woman died. As long as she asks this, she will experience drastic emotional changes. Just as Cao Hongtao was overjoyed and tried to find more information along this clue, the woman suddenly became hysterical in the same place. "I have told you everything I know, what else do you want!" Her expression went to extremes, and her voice was sharp, "What about when I''m good, she is the only one in the village who can eat enough to fill her stomach, but later she deserves it?" Having said this, the woman consciously failed to speak, and immediately closed her mouth again, stupefied that she couldn''t ask a word. Not only that, she became furious under the pressure. She bit Cao Hongtao''s hand desperately and shouted for help, which attracted the attention of the villagers, and they had to give up the next questioning. At first, the newcomers thought this woman was pitiful, but now she is shocked to see that she is not innocent, who is full of lies. Cao Hongtao borrowed a piece of cloth from others, wrapped up his hands hastily, and looked gloomy, "This village is **** evil." On the other side, Xu Sen''s negotiations were also fruitful. In the last reincarnation, Yin Po revealed her attitude towards this deserted village in front of them. So when they came up with enough evidence in this reincarnation, the attitude of the other party did not have too much doubt. "The old man understands what you mean." Yin Po said slowly, "Listening to what you said, it is indeed the quickest way to go directly to the old woman''s soul and ask questions." "but--" She changed the conversation, "There is no way to go overcast during the day, not to mention that tonight is not the night of the full moon. If you want to go, please bring the crimson empty coffin in the back of the hall." Not only that, a lot of preparatory work is needed if it doesn''t fall into the overcast on the night of the full moon. The others followed the Yin Po''s instructions, moving the coffins of the coffins, sweeping the halls of the main hall, and lighting candles. The hall was dark, and the veil was blown up by the cold wind escaping from the gap. Outside the temple gate, the chants of the villagers could be heard, and even the sound of a **** chopping on the ground, there was a loud noise, accompanied by a lot of sawdust falling. "Open the door! Open the door for Lao Tzu!" "My village has supported this ruined temple for so many years, and I don''t even want to open a door?!" "This yin lady is really fucking. As expected, the village chief was right. She wished to curse our whole village to death like the old lady." ...... The noise outside is endless. After all, this temple is still something that the villagers of Tongbai Village are not afraid of. They are cursing, and they dare not put their hands on the Bodhisattva''s feet. It seems that the temple is still safe for the time being. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. After the security issue is resolved, another issue also arises. The trainees'' stomachs once again felt tight and hunger, and the fire began to burn from their chests. The hunger value in the upper right corner is red again. It has been one night since they last ate, and they experienced a battle royale, and now everyone is hungry so that their chests are pressed against their backs. Finally an old man couldn''t help but said, "Mother-in-law, is there anything to eat in the temple?" The rickety figure shrouded in black robe slowly said, "In order to pursue bigu, our ascetics eat very simple food. If you don''t dislike it, you can go to the back hall where the coffin is placed." Bigu? Zong Jiu felt a flash of inspiration flash in his mind, combined with the narration of the previous woman, calling him to be close to the final answer. When they heard that there was food, the trainees swarmed away, but unfortunately the result was really disappointing. Because what they brought back was only some of the roughest rice bran, they added up to a handful, not to mention whether they could eat it, even if they could eat it, it would not increase the hunger value much. But it is so, so many people are staring at the handful of grain chaff, their eyes full of salivation. The old man headed by Cao Hongtao caught other attention. He swept around, "Do you think there are fruits on the altar? Why don''t we secretly..." "It''s better not to." Lin Guoxing frowned. "Senior no.4 said before that there is Buddha''s energy in this temple. Although these fruits and vegetables are dry, they are all used for worship, and no one can afford to go wrong." What to do then? Having said that, few people looked away from the offering. No one wants to die. When it''s really necessary, who will care about it? They had to stay in the temple for a whole day. Now everyone''s hunger score has become soaring, and a day means that you have to eat at least two meals. Even if the bran and fruits are added, it will be enough for four or five people a day. But there were a total of thirty people standing in the temple. At the other end, several old people have already started arguing about the ownership of that handful of grain chaff, and all of them are blushing. Everyone wants to get more, and verbal conflicts tend to rise to physical conflicts. The lower-ranked old people even hit their ideas on the bodhisattva soil outside the temple. "You said, everyone in this village eats, we should be fine if we eat..." "I want to, well, if it''s really a last resort, it can only be like this." Some people curl their mouths in the dark, their smiles full of pleasure and malice. This is just the beginning, and it seems that there is still room for choice. When there is no choice, the hunger value changes from a double digit to a single digit, the footsteps of the **** of death are approaching, and the body and mind are suffering from the double pain of death. The final result will definitely be more interesting. He is very willing to waste such time to appreciate the look of human beings struggling in the mire of pain. in particular...... His gaze swept over the white-haired youth standing aside, as if staring at a funny toy. Zong Jiu frowned. For no reason, he felt a very uncomfortable sight. Well, very familiar. He glanced at the chaos in the temple, calculated it in his heart, and finally stepped forward when the few people who were fighting for the chaff were about to fight. "Why did you start your hands? Being kind is the most important thing, don''t hurt your own people." When Zong Jiu spoke like this, everyone else looked over. [23333 They still don¡¯t know that magicians can make food.] [Laughing to death, when everyone in this temple knows, doesn¡¯t everyone have to kneel down and hug him by thigh and call Dad] [That is, whoever can make me full, I will call my dad! Dad, I¡¯m a rice dryer, please have another bowl] The old men sneered, "You care about us? Is it possible that you also want to get a share of the pie?" The other B-level is even more polite, "I advise you not to be nosy, don''t think that you can do whatever you want with the appreciation of that adult." The white-haired young man sighed and spread his hands, "Oh, I''m obviously here to do business with you." With that said, his palm turned back and forth, and a big red apple appeared on his palm. Facing everyone''s straight eyes, Zong Jiu touched his chin, "An apple has a thousand survival points. Isn''t this price fair?" other people:"......" Why don''t you grab it! Chapter 50: Famine Mountain Village [Hahahahaha, famous scene! ¡¿ [The scene I am most looking forward to is here! Look at their expressions, all of them are stupid] [I would never say that their facial expressions are me who saw the magician perform one day ago. jpg] Except for Zong Jiu''s team who had enjoyed the magician''s live performance, all the other trainees in the temple stared like bronze bells, and looked like they had seen a ghost. Cao Hongtao''s voice trembled, "You, you, you...Where did you get it from?" He suddenly turned his head and looked at the fruit plate below the mud bodhisattva. The melon and fruit tribute on the top was well placed there, not one missing. "What are you looking at." Zong Jiu was unhappy, "Look at the apple in my hand. It is big and round, can it be the same as the peels on it." With that said, he also used his index finger to press the recessed area of ??the apple, and turned it around twice like a basketball, so that everyone watched it carefully, seeing the fresh and green skin on it, and the fragrance of melons and fruits. "Such a big apple is worth two of them, and it can restore at least 30 hunger points after eating. Green fruit, non-toxic and pollution-free, and childish." Just then, the newcomers who had gone to carry the coffins behind the mourning hall also returned. The old people hold their own identities for this kind of physical work, and none of them are willing to do it, and all of them are taken over by the newcomers on Zong Jiu''s side. Among other things, this vermilion coffin is heavy enough, with two people hugging it so wide that several people can lift it together. After everyone put the coffin on the floor of the main hall of the temple, the latter made a loud and muffled noise and landed steadily. The newcomers clapped their hands and hurriedly came up to help with propaganda, "That is, Brother Nine''s apples are full, and I can eat one and a half meals." "Yes, it''s as delicious as it was just picked from the tree, fresh and crispy, I would like to call it the most delicious fruit in the world!" They cooperated with Zong Jiu to publicize for a while, and when they saw the old man opposite, they still looked suspicious, and made it clear that they didn''t believe it. Anthony sneered, "An apple is sold for 1,000 survival points. It''s too big to say, why don''t you grab it?" Zong Jiu said innocently, "I''m just robbing...ah no, boy, have you heard that demand exceeds supply?" "We are now in the Famine dungeon. In this case, how precious an apple is, don''t I need to say more? Since it is a life-saving thing, don''t you think your life is not worth the price?" This rhetorical question left everyone speechless. [I heard it! Just now the magician said that he was killing people! ¡¿ [I heard it too! I corroborate it! Haha, it¡¯s not that I make money, why I¡¯m so happy to watch] [An inner ghost is so conscientious to help ordinary people, it can¡¯t be justified if you don¡¯t give survival points, hey] [Still the same sentence, I really want to see their reaction when they discover that the magician is the inner ghost.jpg] "Forget it, I still think that you are old people and have a lot of survival on your body, so I will offer you the friendship price." The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, "Since you don''t want it, then I can only benefit the newcomers." As he said, he turned around again, "Come here, brothers have dinner, what do you want to eat today?" The newcomers babbled excitedly, "Guava!" "Jackfruit!" "Grapes!" "Grapefruit!" "Mango, always dripping!" The old people were stunned watching the white-haired magician''s fingertips inadvertently flying and spinning in the air, and every jump could bring out a fruit that was absolutely not heavy. Every time there is one, the newcomers applaud and cheer wildly, and the scene is extremely enthusiastic. "This is... a special item?" an old man asked uncertainly. Even the well-informed elderly have never seen this battle. How can there be such a waste of special props whose only function is to dig out the fruits one by one? Good guys. They looked at the feasting newcomer while showing disdain, and couldn''t stop swallowing. The few people grabbing the chaff on the side felt that the hard/bangbang rice was not fragrant immediately, and everyone''s eyes were focused on the magician in the center who was immersed in his performance. Lin Guoxing squinted his eyes. If he doesn''t speak, there will naturally be old people who will come forward. Cao Hongtao said sourly, "Hey, didn''t you just say that one thousand survival apples? Why can they eat them without paying?" Zong Jiu said, "They call me the eldest brother, and the eldest brother feeds the younger brother just as it is, so why don''t you call me the eldest brother?" Cao Hongtao''s face was red and white, and white and red. With his distinguished status as a B-level trainee, it is naturally impossible to call a C-level newcomer the big brother, even if this newcomer has potential. He doesn''t bark, and other people around him don''t necessarily know how to bark. The speed at which the hunger value decreased was too fast, and in such a short communication time, it dropped another five points. A C-level old man was so hungry that he tremblingly called out his eldest brother. What''s even more funny is that Zong Jiu subconsciously responded. The barrage was laughing crazy. [I¡¯m dying, I¡¯m really going to laugh to death, the magician is really a talent] [It¡¯s really time to poke the limelight of these old people. It¡¯s all about life and death. It¡¯s love for someone to help you, but it¡¯s a duty if you don¡¯t help. What¡¯s the matter with the exchange of things, it¡¯s good to have food] [That is, I have already restarted the copy, and if you delay it, the group will be destroyed. I didn''t expect that the old man can''t put down the shelf at this time, and I can¡¯t figure it out] [Quickly, quickly, I want to see the scene where all the old people are shouting for the C-level inner ghost brother, gkd! ¡¿ Now that he should, Zong Jiu can''t take advantage of this eldest brother in vain. He was silent for a while, took out an apple and handed it over. The latter nodded and bowed to the eldest brother to take it, and bit down. When people are extremely hungry, everything they eat will be exceptionally delicious. So the C-class old man immediately abandoned the dark and turned to Ming, saying that this is the best apple he has ever eaten. Now the other old people are also tempted. Hunger is like the most unbearable harsh punishment. It squeezes everyone''s stomach and makes it hard to breathe. As the saying goes, people take food as the sky, and the sky will collapse. Who can control the rest. It''s a pity that the next old man who came up with a cheek and called Big Brother didn''t get the apple. He jumped angrily on the spot, "Why, I yelled too!" Zong Jiuyi is serious, "The discount is limited to one. If everyone calls my eldest brother, then I can''t do business." The black Azan on the side withdrew the soul-calling pan. He stepped forward and traded five thousand survival points with Zong Jiu very simply and took five apples. "Did you see that, the big guys don''t talk muddle-headedly, they just deal directly." Zong Jiu shrugged, "Think of it clearly, everyone, life and death are in one thought. Now is not the time to be stingy with survival points." This is indeed the truth. Although the old people had resentment in their hearts, they really couldn''t say anything when their stomachs screamed desperately. They pinched their noses and came to line up to trade. Zong Jiu looked at the number of survival points recorded, and his heart was refreshed. He strengthened his hands and eyes, changed some sloppy props, and declared a million chips to be squandered. His next goal is to find a deck of playing cards for specific reinforcement, preferably to the extent that it can cause damage to the existence of the supernatural beings. Just want to strengthen to that level, the number of survival points required is also not a small number. What''s more, consumables are used for reinforcement, the ones that are not recyclable. Zong Jiu wanted to raise some survival points first, strengthen a deck of cards, and save some use. Now, the enhanced survival point is delivered to the door by itself. Isn¡¯t it a good thing? After a round of trading, Anthony finally got a stink on his face. Zong Jiu didn''t raise his head, "One at two thousand points." This is a bright provocation, who can bear it on whom? Anthony the barbarian couldn''t bear it anyway. The half-vampire sneered from his throat, one hand was claws, and the other hand had black nails soaring. It turned out to be towards the magician''s left hand, wanting to **** it. Without any greeting, Anthony shot swiftly like lightning, if ordinary naked eyes can only catch a burst of afterimages. Zong Jiu is different, his dynamic vision is at its peak, and he can naturally see his small movements clearly. He took a step back with white hair and young and fluttering, just to escape Anthony''s first wave of offensive, followed by the sound of playing cards. The two struggled in the temple, and a dozen moves were made in the blink of an eye. [Wait, for an apple, is this still fighting? ¡¿ [Anthony won''t even have two thousand survival points, right? Point the wax.jpg] [Surely not there, it¡¯s just that the magician provokes him, and his character is so explosive, it¡¯s weird if he can stand it] [My focus turned out to be that the magician can tie with the second in command of the night race, hiss-Sure enough, the 1 million points in Las Vegas are not for nothing. I am afraid that after this time, the magician can be directly A grade ¡¿ [A what A, be bold, S grade (loudly)] Because they both read the rules of the main system, neither of them made a kill. Anthony¡¯s goal is Apple, and Zong Jiu¡¯s goal is-- He looked at a gap, changed his palms, and slashed forward quickly. It was also because of this action that Zong Jiu''s waist pocket was not very open. From Anthony''s point of view, I just saw the yellow talisman in the corner. At the moment when Anthony was stunned, the palm of the white-haired young man swept across his head impartially. He touched it. The touch is cold and hard, almost incomparable to any known silk thread, but more like a piano thread with special toughness. And Anthony has two on his head. Zong Jiu squinted his eyes, pushing hard in his palm. The half-vampire who had just come aggressively suddenly staggered. He couldn''t even keep his figure, staggering two steps backward, then found the direction, and then glared at Zong Jiu, "What did you do?" The two threads mean that only the function of reading memory and implanting the subconscious mind has not yet reached the point of control. No wonder the devil''s control is unconscious, good guy, it turns out to be gradual. Zong Jiu didn''t answer, but let go of his hand silently. Two silk threads that were invisible but only tangible by him slipped out of his hand and disappeared. The moment he broke the puppet''s thread, the feeling of being watched became stronger again, and it rushed directly on top of his head. The white-haired young man''s gaze slowly swept over everyone present, and finally settled in a certain place. Lin Guoxing put his hands in his pockets and slowly stood up straight from the wall he was leaning against. He touched his lips and gave a chilling smile. Zong Jiu can read lips. He was clearly saying, ¡®What a nice surprise¡¯. Chapter 51: Famine Mountain Village Oh humiliation. Zong Jiu squinted his eyes. He threw the apple to Anthony casually, "Stop playing." The latter was looking at him with a bad look. When the Apple flew over, he thought it was a sneak attack, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it. Unexpectedly, his nails would pierce directly into the flesh and make a "puff" sound. "What do you mean?" The half-vampire was splashed with apple juice, and his expression looked even worse. The white-haired young man waved his hand with a sad expression, "I''m tired and don''t want to fight anymore." Hearing that, Anthony''s anger was directly raised by another level. He stared at Zong Jiu''s back with a pair of red eyes open, and he warned himself to be calm and not to forget his majesty''s order. What I have to say is...Although Lin Guoxing said to him when he was in the Tsuchiya, Anthony adhered to the hesitation attitude, but all the hesitation finally disappeared under that corner of the yellow talisman. It turns out that the magician is really a ghost. As long as there are more than five people accusing the same person of being an inner ghost, after confirmation by the main system, they can work with other trainees to kill the inner ghost. All trainees who participated in the action of killing inner ghosts can get rewards with varying survival points or improved evaluation coefficients. In that case, even if Anthony violated His Majesty''s order, he could be blamed on the fact that the dungeon camp was different, and he would be completely removed. Anthony glanced at the apple in his hand, then at the back of the young man, his eyes flashed with deep thought. On the other end, Zong Jiu found a wall at random and leaned against it, and began to think. He felt that things must not be so simple. Since the devil is a mentor, he already enjoys almost supreme power in this game. In this case, what is his purpose, this question becomes especially intriguing. After lunch, everyone became a little drowsy. The villagers outside are still yelling, but they don''t hear clearly through the door panel. "Any clue?" Zhuge sat on the ground in secret. Zong Jiushi said simply, "Well, pay attention to Lin Guoxing." This copy is difficult to say, now the trainee and the newcomer are also dead, Yi Ruisi. It''s not difficult to say, a slight wrong step is the ending of the ruling, there is no room for comeback. In the last reincarnation, they failed to get the answer from the female population, let alone participated in the yin woman''s walk. No one can tell what will happen tonight, maybe there are other clues. Zhuge secretly didn''t ask how he discovered it. Just as he was about to speak, suddenly there was another noise in the dark corridor below the mud bodhisattva. Several old people filed out, carrying a child in their hands. Everyone is familiar with this child, and it is the one behind Wang Shou. "We wanted to go to the mourning hall for some dangerous challenges, but we saw this kid sneaking over from the wall, so we caught it." [Behind the mourning hall? Oh, I remembered, isn''t the mourning hall behind this temple open-air? ¡¿ [It is indeed open-air, but it is located on a cliff over there, the terrain is more dangerous, but if you say this, it feels that children may come over, and adults should be a little more relaxed.] [Hurry up and seal the mourning hall, otherwise the villagers will get cold if they want to climb in] There are too many mysteries in this copy, and it only lasts for just three days, and there are only a few moments of horror. After restarting the copy, each trainee will uniformly reduce a scoring factor. Old people are not like newcomers who just want to survive. They have ambitions and ambitions. Since the score has been lowered, they must have to make up for the missing score coefficient from elsewhere. At this time, the challenge of danger becomes the only option. Anyway, this village is very wicked, and the mourning hall is a well-known place where Yin Qi gathers. The newcomers know their depths, and they are walking on thin ice. Yinma asked them to beat them, and they were busy working in the temple one by one. On the contrary, a few old people have nothing to do and hold their own identities. After discussing it, they decided to try their luck together. Unexpectedly, the ghost didn''t touch it, but the child caught one. "Why would the wall of the mourning hall make a child turn over?" Zong Jiu frowned. When he said this, he glanced at Lin Guoxing''s position. After discovering that the opponent had disappeared from the previous position, the height warning light immediately lit up in his heart. Seeing that it was him who asked, the old people hurriedly said: "We are also asking him this question, but he doesn''t speak alive, like a dumb man." Everyone knows that a serving of fruit is just the amount of a meal. They didn''t have the meal but didn''t eat it. Facing this man who held their stomachs tightly, they could not guilty if they could not sin, but if they could please, they would please. Just at this time, Yin Po, who was reciting the scriptures silently, also slowly said, "There is a door that can be closed under the tunnel, and the villager can''t pass through it only by closing it." "Row." Zong Jiu nodded, "Are there still people behind you? If someone asks them, hurry up and call them back." Everyone was worried about this problem, and they said in unison. The old man scratched his head, "What about this little kid?" "give it to me." Zong Jiuchao nodded at him. At this moment, Ajahn in black, who had been standing by and closing his eyes, also spoke, "I will go with you." Because of the unhealed injury, Azan in black has not said much, but has seized the time to heal his mind. But if villagers really slipped in, it would be difficult to stop them with just such a few old people. A high-ranking S-class took the initiative to ask, and the other elderly people were naturally flattered and thanked them again and again. After Zong Jiu watched them return to the corridor, Zong Jiu set his sights on the children. The child with the back collar almost just landed, and immediately hid behind the white-haired magician. "Don''t be afraid, don''t be afraid." It was the first time that Zong Jiu was treated so enthusiastically by a child, and immediately became a little confused. Then he was in a mess, and he didn''t forget to feel for a handful of strange threads on the child''s head. Well, no. Yes, he is a good boy. The white-haired young man touched the child''s head, took a piece of candy from the cassette, and handed it over, smiling brighter. He squatted down/over, "Little brother, elder brother asks you a question, okay?" Some things that adults don''t necessarily know, maybe you can get more clues from children. The child was a little wary at first, but after eating Zong Jiu''s candy, he was instantly conquered, nodded, and looked at him eagerly. The sugar Zong Jiu took out was just a piece of the most common brown sugar. The things he can take out of the box must fit the background of this copy age, so he can''t change any delicious candy. Obviously, however, such sweet candies were a luxury item that could not be sought in the era of famine, and people in the city could not eat it, let alone ordinary people in the deserted village. "My brother wants to ask you, do you remember an old lady who lived in the house behind the old locust tree in the village three years ago?" The child said timidly, "Remember. Grandma is very kind to me and often gives me delicious food." There is a play! Zong Jiu and Zhuge exchanged glances secretly, and continued to persuade them: "Why did the old grandma disappear afterwards?" When asked this question, the child showed a look of hard thinking. "Dad said that grandma ate immortal grass and went to a place we couldn''t find." After speaking, the little child realized that the elder brother in front of him should not know what immortal grass was, so he quickly explained. "The immortal grass is the immortal grass that can live forever without being hungry after eating it. As long as we eat the immortal grass, we don''t need to eat anymore, as long as we eat a little bodhisattva soil, we can be full every day without being hungry!" There was too much information in these two passages, and for a time the scattered clues in Zong Jiu''s mind fell into a bifurcation. One went to the beautiful story made up by the villagers in order to deceive the children; the other went to the most contemplative ending. No matter how you ask next, you can''t ask too many clues. Zong Jiu touched the child''s head again and handed him a piece of candy, "Just play here in the temple, it''s dangerous outside, don''t go out." The child glanced at Tang, then at him, nodded obediently, ran away, and went to squat under the mud bodhisattva to watch the fire candle. The white-haired young man took a long breath and stood up from the ground. Zhuge raised his eyebrows secretly, "How?" His tone was light, and he was already insightful to the state of affairs. "Be more rigorous, let''s talk about it when the yin mother is in the yin." Zong Jiu looked at the child''s innocent and innocent profile, and slowly laughed, "But now I can completely determine what the main task of the ordinary card is." The main task of the ordinary card is to protect the villagers. But in fact, not all people in this village are people. Too many people have turned into evil spirits in human skin. That''s why their eyes are reduced to black in daily life. What the ordinary card has to do is to protect the normal people in the village, or in other words, to protect the normal people from degenerating into evil spirits. It wasn''t just Zong Jiu who realized that after the clues were exchanged, Azan in black should have also touched the answer, otherwise he would not take the initiative to ask the old man to look behind him. If you continue to push along this clue, then the perfect corpse Neguika needs is likely to be¡ª¡ª At the moment Zong Jiu was thinking, the flames of the white candle in the main hall suddenly swept to the side. The yin wind started to blow, causing the veils hanging from the heights in the whole hall to dangle in the air, which was quite a visual impact. Someone realized it was wrong, "Wait, what about the people who just went to the hallway to shout?" The black corridor below the mud bodhisattva was still pitch black, dead and silent, without even the slightest sound of footsteps. Zong Jiu''s expression changed first, playing cards appeared in his hand, staring closely at the passage of the tunnel. When it was said that it was too late, then, a mutilated black shadow was thrown out from there, and it fell directly to the ground. Behind is the ugly face of Azan in black. He put one hand tightly on the arm of a blood-stained old man, and he roared while manipulating the hoisting flag with the other. "close the door!" The trainees who were shocked by the scene outside reacted, rushing up in a swarm, closing the wooden doors on both sides of the corridor. When the lock was locked, the outside was hitting the blunt meat with a hoe, and the sound of blood was splashing again and again. Someone screamed sternly in the tunnel, the high pitch changed, and gradually fell into silence. "There are people behind, behind?" The rookie looks horrified. Azan in black put the man down, bowed his head and vomited a mouthful of blood, "One of them was hoeed to the heel inadvertently and couldn''t keep up." After the **** went to the heel, naturally I couldn''t walk. Behind the scenes, the end can be imagined. Everyone was silent. Just now, they walked along the corridor to the mourning hall. Halfway through, Azan in black was the first to find out what was wrong. Because it''s so quiet. The whole tunnel was so quiet that no sound could be heard. The person in front turned on the flashlight tremblingly, only to see the pale and distorted faces in the dark with pitch-black eyes. There were six or seven old people who went together, but only three came back in the end. One of the old men chopped off half of his arm with a hoe, enduring the severe pain, and finally stumbled and discarded the props and pushed himself out of the tunnel. There is also this old man with Azan in black with his arms, and his life and death are also unknown. As no.4, the strength of Azan in black is naturally immeasurable. At that time, he led the way and walked in front of the tunnel, and finally resisted most of the attacks. Now he can protect so many people and retreat in front of so many ghosts, which is really not easy. However, Zong Jiu did not pay attention to this matter. He turned his gaze to the old man on the ground who was almost covered in blood and wounds. There was no one else lying there, but Lin Guoxing. Chapter 52: Famine Mountain Village The moment he saw Lin Guoxing, Zong Jiu frowned. He stepped forward and squatted on the ground, pretending to be an inspection. The other party looked really miserable. Not only was the face covered with blood, but the flesh on the neck also flew into pieces, and bones were clearly visible. At this moment, he was closing his eyes tightly, and his expression was painful. If it weren''t for the weak breathing between his nose, maybe he really thought he had returned to the West. Watching this scene, the white-haired young man calmly moved away the foot that was stepping on Lin Guoxing''s hand. Obviously, the devil''s control over Lin Guoxing is much deeper than that of Anthony, a barbarian. Otherwise, Zong Jiu wouldn''t have touched so many silk threads with a wave of his hand. After all, even if five puppet threads were inserted, Lin Guoxing was nothing but a demon''s puppet. When he is alive, he can continue to be a cow and a horse for the devil; when he is dead, the devil can also find a puppet. But to get back to business, Lin Guoxing was dead or alive, and he did not lose the slightest bit to the devil. But the appearance of the other party fell in Zong Jiu''s eyes, and it was by no means an accident. On the contrary, it was more likely to be the manifestation of a conspiracy. Someone asked worriedly: "Senior Lin is okay?" Zong Jiu waved his hand and touched the top of his head inadvertently, with a gentle smile, "It''s just that the injury is a little bit serious and it doesn''t get in the way." other people:"......" They looked at Lin Guoxing who was lying in a pool of blood, and they stopped talking. Is this not getting in the way? ? ? However, in the eyes of some A-levels, these are indeed nothing wrong. The trainees only need to breathe, go back to the infinite loop, spend five hundred survival points, and recover from the main system. As a result, Zong Jiu was only half laughing, and his fingers stopped on the spot. Because there is nothing on Lin Guoxing''s head. There is no puppet wire, no cold wire. There is nothing but hard ground. Zong Jiu realized something, he maintained the expression on his face, stood up calmly, and gave up his position to the other old people who came up to rescue. In the darkness not far away, someone curled their lips provocatively. His face looked blurry under the radiance of the candlelight, and Garouluo''s tattoo flashed out and it was creepy. Even though they were far apart, even the smile disappeared. But Zong Jiu knew that it was him. The worst premonition has come true, and it is really just what you are afraid of. This trick is really high. When Zhuge looked at him secretly, the white-haired young man didn''t say anything, but secretly compared a number. Sure enough, the black-haired man also twisted his eyebrows and fell into deep thought. If the devil controlled Lin Guoxing, then things would be easy to handle. But if the devil controls no.4 Black Azan... things will become much trickier. Zong Jiu stepped back to the dark corner of the wall, and his mind started to spin frantically. It is impossible for the devil to participate in the dungeon as a trainee, otherwise they would not have seen the figure so far. Thinking about it this way, he should have participated in the plot as an npc, unconsciously controlled the trainee, and then joined the dungeon. It is impossible for Zong Jiu to touch the top of every NPC or every trainee''s head, which is obviously unrealistic. So...who is it? He reached into his pocket, actually put it in the system backpack, and took out the tarot card. Just a day ago, Zong Jiu drew two cards, successfully verified the true identity of Anthony and the devil, and successfully used the two cooldowns he had stored. If you want to wait until the next cooldown period is restored, you have to wait until it''s dark today. Zong Jiu sighed in his heart. The temple is still noisy. The healers are busy with the wounds, and the others continue to help the Yinma take care of the preparations for the vagina. Outside the gates on both sides, sawdust fell one after another. Many trainees tried to find other things in the temple that could strengthen the door panels so that they would not be chopped down by the villagers outside. With the barrier of the coffin, Zong Jiu coldly watched the trainees who went up to bandage the black Azan and helped Lin Guoxing to take care of him, and his eyes fluctuated. That familiar feeling seemed to follow his blood from the soles of his feet to the sky, and enveloped him in a piece of hot water. Many times he stays out of the business, just like a real magician, on a huge stage, with a smile on his face that can most mobilize the atmosphere of the scene, which controls the mood of the audience. Just like Zong Jiu said from the beginning, his emotions fluctuate very little, as if he was born missing, so he has a deep understanding of a little bit of emotion. This time, there was a pack of wolves waiting for him, the enemy was in the dark, and he was in the dark, and a little carelessness might degenerate into a dead end. It is rare for Zong Jiu to feel full of interest. In his original world for so many years, even the extreme large-scale magic challenge, the pleasure/feeling of pushing himself to the end of life and death and then breaking through in one fell swoop is far from enough. It''s on par today. He can even guess that no.1''s mood should be the same as him. Under the warm lights of Las Vegas, Zong Jiu saw the dark fire igniting in the dark golden eyes of the other party, as if to drag him into the bottomless abyss prison. Although I don''t want to admit it. But they do have a high degree of agreement to some extent. Zong Jiu had a hunch. At the end of this instance, the demon''s ubiquitous minions and magicians must only survive. You die or die, he is ready. #### Time goes very slowly in the anxiety. But no matter how slow it goes, the night is still coming. When the sky was going dark outside, Yin Po finally got up from the mud bodhisattva. She sat in front of the Bodhisattva for a whole day. Whether it was the noise of the villagers outside knocking on the door with agricultural tools, the old people staggering back, or the noise and noise of other people in the temple, none of them could affect the old-fashioned and monotonous chanting of the Yin Po''s scriptures. Zong Jiu thinks this era is amazing. Obviously believe in the Bodhisattva and read the scriptures, but go to the Taoist traditional Yincao dungeon instead of the eighteenth hell. But also, in the eyes of the people in the famine years, faith is the only hope. As long as it is useful to believe in gods, regardless of Taoism, Buddhism and Christianity, the people are willing to believe. It is said that during Ding Wuqihuang, a Christian from the West visited various disasters. He suddenly realized that the people were not living and life was overwhelmed. He felt that it was a good time for God to send him to save the common people. He posted a portrait of **** Christ at the door of his house, and preached a lot, attracting women with dozens of feet in his surroundings to come and beg for rain step by step. But in the end, they frayed their feet and couldn''t get a life-saving rain. The time and the place are in harmony with others. Even if the heavens do not allow people to live, suffering is also the suffering of the people. After Yin Po got up, the voice in the hall suddenly pressed the rest. The child who had been playing in the temple for almost a day was also tired, and found a corner everywhere, sleeping soundly. The trainee posted a closed voice decision to him in the past, and it is estimated that he can sleep until dawn. Strangely speaking, the villagers outside had been arguing for a day, but when it was about night they fell silent. The whole temple is quiet, with the hanging veil and white candles lit for a week. The huge shadow cast by the tall coffin in the center can not help but make people feel chilly and extremely secluded. The sharp voice trapped under the black robe sounded at the right time. "There are three steps to walking the yin. Since you are looking for the person in the spiritual position, the old man will light a kerosene lamp and place it on the coffin later, and you must not take the initiative to destroy it." Only when the Yin Qi is heavy, the success rate of Yin Qi is high. If you can''t wait for the night of the full moon, you have to use foreign objects to increase Yin Qi, such as the deep coffin placed in the center of the hall. "No one can stand in the entire temple. Everyone must sit down. You can''t say anything except chanting the mantra. When the oil lamp goes out before the end of the day, it means the old man is coming." After hearing the words, everyone sat on the ground one by one, and sat around the coffin in the center according to what Yin Po said. "The old man began to recite the curse when he was in defense. You have to listen every word. Everyone closes their eyes and recites it ten times. If you make a mistake, you will be dizzy and dizzy. If you do, you will lose your soul and cause harm to your body." Everyone becomes energetic when they hear of harm to themselves, and even Lian Dao will read and recite well. The Yin Po saw that their children could be taught, nodded with satisfaction, and read the spell to them three times. The trainees silently turned on the main system to record, extract them into words, and then just read them into their minds. "If you are predestined, you may experience the phenomenon of your soul leaving your body after you finish chanting the mantra. If this happens, don''t worry, don''t leave the hall. When the lantern goes out, you will naturally return to your body. ." Everyone nodded like garlic, showing that they understood. "In that case, let''s start." While the Yin Po was sitting on the ground, Zong Jiu also received a prompt from the main system that the time for the next tarot card calculation was ready. Happily at this time. Zong Jiuno was happy, and chanted the spell with everyone. The singing voices of more than 30 people gathered in this small temple, bypassing the sorghum, and spreading outside. [To be reasonable, I think this scene is a bit scary] [It''s a bit scary +1, like some evil/religious crowd is casting spells, coupled with this gray temple background, everyone is wearing broken clothes...] [Stop, stop. It¡¯s rare that you don¡¯t have to enter the dungeon to do missions, so don¡¯t be so horrible. While chatting, the barrage suddenly found something wrong. [Foggrass, have you seen how the veils hanging around suddenly moved] In fact, when the first time was read, the trainees in the temple felt a cool breeze on the ground gradually. Since the wind is blowing, the veils hanging in the air are naturally the first among them, undulating like rootless duckweed, swinging with the wind, which looks very visually impactful. It''s a pity that the trainees listened very much to Yin Po''s words, and the other party told them not to open their eyes. No one wants to experience the feeling of being out of their body, all eyes are closed tightly, and they can''t see this scene at all. [Not only the veil, but those candles are also going out! Hey! ¡¿ [The candle is out, the night broadcast mode must be turned on in the live broadcast room, dazed. jpg] [Where did it go out? Isn''t the kerosene lamp on the coffin all right? Just a little light, don¡¯t ask too much] Just as the barrage was talking about it, a violent yin wind was generated, and it happened to move counterclockwise along the entire hall. Wherever he went, all the lit candles extinguished one after another, turning into a plume of white smoke floating in the air. After ten rounds of chanting, the sharp voice stopped abruptly in the air. After the other trainees finished reading, they opened their eyes tremblingly. The whole hall was gloomy, except for the spiritual cards and kerosene lamps on the lid of the coffin that exuded a faint light, and everything was quiet and strange. On the first seat, the figure wearing a black hood sat upright, and no one could see her face hidden in the dark. In addition to the sudden gloomy light, the air dropped several degrees, making them tremble. ¡®Is anyone out of the body yet? ¡¯ ¡®Did the old lady go to the yin? ¡¯ ¡®I don¡¯t know, why can¡¯t I see anything, help! ¡¯ Everyone dared not speak, so they had to exchange their eyes one by one. Soon, their gaze shot down round and round, and they found that one of the group of people really didn''t open his eyes. The white-haired young man sitting cross-legged, his brows tightened, his eyes closed, and his look was very bad. Chapter 53: Famine Mountain Village Zong Jiu felt bad about himself. He seems to have been soaked in the ice water filled with ice cubes, his unconscious body is more like an ice cellar, his lips are blue and purple, and his coarse linen seems to be frozen and tight. The knot freezes tightly on the body, and it penetrates into the bone marrow. It''s so cold that something happened at first sight. He is 100% the lucky goose who was chosen, the soul out of his body! Zong Jiu had a hunch when the Yin Po said that sentence. After all, among so many trainees here, he is the only one holding an inner ghost card. Not to mention that his inner ghost status is still a fledgling corpse slayer, and he is naturally related to the narrative things like yin. If you have to say it, Zou Yin and Shi Zhan are the same people in the same way, and they all deal with Yin things. Now it is normal to be favored. Zong Jiu opened his eyes with a sad mood. Unexpectedly, however, the entrance is not a dark temple or floating in the air and under the dome. He is still standing on the ground. It''s just that the color of this land presents a kind of ash that is almost dead, and there are layers of mist floating around it, which is not real at first glance. Originally, Zong Jiu was a little confused, but after seeing his milky white body, he suddenly realized. Do you dare to feel that he was taken to the yin? Once this question was figured out, Zong Jiu felt that the earth full of dead silence, the dark night-like sky, the invisible fog and the heavy gloom could all be understood. Undergrowth is a very dangerous thing. Zhuge secretly said not to intervene in the plot of this dungeon, but in fact he still couldn''t hold back his occasional hidden TB attribute, and gave Zong Jiu a wave of popular science while waiting for the time this afternoon. People who walk in Yin will generally set up a time point, or in other ways, to remind themselves that they are in Yin. Because after going to the Yin world, if you can''t find the way back when you walk in Yin, or if you forget the spell while surrounded by Yin Qi, then the Yin walker will stay in the Yin world forever and never return to the Yang world. . Without the soul, Yang Jian''s body naturally turned into a dead body. But the threshold for the yin man is higher than that of the corpse carpenter. Yin-travelers have shown their talent for astral detachment since they were young. Only those with this talent can learn to pass Yin-traveling. Therefore, Yin-travelers often pass on one line and are extremely dangerous. They are likely to get one on the way to work. A one-way ticket to Huangquan. After modern times, this profession has basically disappeared, just like the corpse carver. Only in the dungeon of horror can you see these gods and gods talk about the profession. After thinking about it, Zong Jiu decided to look around first. It would be better to find a yin woman, otherwise he would be caught in the underworld, and it would be no good to stay for a long time. He walked forward slowly. As soon as he took a step, Zong Jiu found himself floating. Zong Jiu: "..." He managed to control the tendency of his sliding forward, and suddenly felt the wind gusts around him. After taking the first step, the vast fog disappeared. Instead, there are distant mountains, cities studded with red lanterns, towers and black chains rising from the ground, and a blood moon in the night sky. There are also thousands of pale and distorted faces, one by one looking at the white-haired youth with unkind eyes, full of coveting expressions. The raw soul in the underworld is like fresh meat thrown into a school of sharks, and the ghosts can feel it according to the taste. Seeing the countless ghost hands reaching out to him, Zong Jiu''s eyes were dazzling, and he was about to open the system backpack and take out all kinds of anti-spiritual props, but found that...he couldn''t get it out. [The trainees are in a special scene and cannot use physical props] The gray-haired young man was taken aback. He reacted quickly, turned around and started running wildly, while trying to use the props he could use. First of all, the tarot cards are not available. Secondly, all the supernatural items that were exchanged before can''t be used. The strange black cassette is even more straightforward, and can only take out some coins. Zong Jiu cursed secretly, looking at the grim faces that were blocking the surroundings, when he was about to retreat, his fingers suddenly inadvertently touched the things in his pocket. He was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized that it was a prop for the corpse slayer. The inner ghost props obtained in the dungeon could not be put in the system backpack, so Zong Jiu kept the dementing bell and talisman in his pocket. Unexpectedly, after turning into a spirit body, these two things are also We were taken down together. "Ring jing jing jing jing--" The dementing bell is useless to people, people can''t hear it, but when it falls into the ears of ghosts, it is a noisy and devilish sound, which passes through the ears and is unbearable. One by one, the ghosts reduced their expressions and danced around in the air, no longer daring to approach the white-haired young man. Zong Jiu let out a sigh of relief, and slowly walked forward while shaking the soul-dealing bell. The only problem is that the Dementor Bell can only be used for up to ten minutes, and the cooling time is half an hour. He estimated the distance in his mind, and planned to rush into the distant ghost town first. Unexpectedly, at this moment, a withered hand suddenly fell gently on his left shoulder. Zong Jiu''s pupils shrank suddenly and he turned his head back suddenly. The nymph in a heavy black robe was standing behind him with a lamp. There is a scarlet candle hanging in the zombie lamp, and the upper part is dyed with red fire, slowly burning. Zong Jiu remembered that she said in the temple that when the candle burned out, if she hadn''t returned, she would never be able to return. Her voice was sharp, even more dumb and unpleasant than the voice of Hundred Ghosts. "Boy, why are you here?" Zong Jiu showed a dazed expression, "I don''t know. After chanting the spell, I appeared here." "Fine, since it''s here, let''s keep up with the old man." On this murky land, Yin Po was also obviously not wanting to say more, and signaled Zong Jiu to follow her directly. A dark-walking lamp was faintly lit, pushing away the surrounding black clouds and the white arms of the forest, opening a path of light in the ghost group. Only with light can you see how many ghosts in the underworld are. In the great famine years, countless ghosts died of starvation, thousands of people died on the roadside, and even the ghosts of the underworld were not enough. If ordinary people die, they can only be drawn to the lower realm by wandering in the sun for months. For that matter, there are still too many lone souls and ghosts in line to register, and even if they work overtime, they can''t count them. Zong Jiu followed behind Yin Po, and the doubts in his heart grew deeper and deeper. He felt that this incident was indeed a weird coincidence. It is said that if the soul goes out of its body, if no one does it, how can it go down to the underworld with the yin-walker inexplicably? It was so coincidental that he put a skeptical look on the back that looked very rickety in front of him. Yin Po, an Npc, everyone defined her as a help npc at the beginning. After all, in a dungeon setting, it is impossible for a pack of wolves to be around, and there is no helpful character. Now that they have been given tips, they have also informed a lot of information, and even provided the temple as a safe haven for the trainees, which is enough to prove the identity of the Yin Po. Since what she is doing can''t be faked, the trainees naturally put down a lot of precautions. Since he took the inner ghost card, he might be hostile to these helpful characters. Zong Jiu had suspected that Yin Po was the perfect corpse he was looking for. Originally, he wanted to take advantage of Yin Po''s soul to leave the body, to try to see if she was his mission goal, otherwise he would not deliberately pick a position closest to Yin Po. Zong Jiu pondered for a long time, but decided not to move. He is in the underworld now, and he has to use the light of the night to make himself involuntarily involuntarily. It is not too late to verify this conjecture after the affairs in the underworld are finished. Thinking about this, he and Yin Po walked through the underworld occupied by Hundred Ghosts and walked towards the ghost city in the distance. As he walked, Zong Jiu pretended to speak casually, "Mother-in-law, where are we going?" After he asked, he didn''t get a response for a long time. Just when Zong Jiu was about to ask the second time, the gloomy voice finally spoke. "Go find the soul of that old woman." Zong Jiu, "Where can I find it?" "You just follow, asking why so much?" So Zong Jiu obediently ignored it. He followed the Yin Po, walked through the cold of the underworld wasteland, walked through the billowing Wangchuan, and then walked to the ghost city. Along the way, countless ghosts are looking at them. No matter how hungry they are, there is an aura that makes them fearful on the lantern, and they dare not take a step closer. The line in front of the ghost town can''t be seen at a glance. They openly greeted the unkind eyes of the ghosts and jumped directly to the front. Under the black basalt wall, ghosts carrying red lanterns are registering one by one at the door. Zong Jiu raised his eyes and looked inside, and found that the roads in the city were neat and tidy, and the lanterns hanging on both sides were red and orange. There are rows of houses on both sides of the road, and there are even carriages driven by little ghosts driving on the road. At a glance, they are densely packed with ghosts. Yincao Difu, as the place where people belong after death in traditional Chinese culture, is actually not as terrible as people think. There are rules in the world and there are also rules in the underworld. Now it coincides with the time when the world is overwhelmed. People don''t have enough to eat. Wherever there is a chance to have children, the chance of reincarnation is also sharply reduced. The ghost didn''t lift his head, and his boneless hands flexibly wrote on the rice paper, "Line up one by one, and everyone who jumps in the line will get the whip." When he dipped in ink and wrote, he felt that the breath was a bit like a soul, and then he looked up. "It turned out to be here to find someone." Gui Cha waved his hand and asked the ghost boy on the side to take over his work first. Then he said, "Can you bring...?" Yin Po turned sideways, revealing the white-haired young man behind her. "Not bad." Seeing Empress Zong Jiu, Gui Cha showed a satisfied gaze, stroked his long beard and said, "Follow me." He led the two into the official mansion closest to the city gate in the city. After entering the official mansion, Yin Po was greeted to the front hall, while Gui Cha alone took Zong Jiu to the apse. Zong Jiu was not a fool. With this series of changes, he also guessed that Yin Po was thinking about crossing the river and breaking the bridge, so he quietly tightened the dementing bell in his sleeve. I didn''t expect the ghost chaser to take him to the back of the apse, glanced at him pityingly, and said bluntly, "Ask." Zong Jiu couldn''t figure out what the situation was, so according to the original plan, he asked the old woman in Tongbai Village about three years ago. Gui Cha didn''t expect that he was asking this question. He was surprised and said, "That person has already been in the immortal class, how could he be in our little underworld?" Chapter 54: Famine Mountain Village Ranked Xianban? ! ! Zong Jiu squinted his eyes and continued to question. The ghost contemplated for a moment, but knew everything, and gave Zong Jiu a clear sequence of things. Some things are confusing for mortals, and there is no clue to them. But for the ghosts of the underworld, there are very few things in the world that they don''t even know. After all, people can lie, not dead people. Taking a photo with a bright mirror in front of the Palace of the King of Hades, I can''t keep any secrets. What''s more, this matter has also aroused extensive discussion in the underworld, and it was also a major event that was talked about by ghosts three years ago. #### The old woman''s surname is Wang, and she has no children for many years. Her husband went early. When she was old, she lived alone in a dirt house behind the old locust tree in Tongbai Village. At that time, few people in Tongbai Village believed in Buddhism, and there was only one ruined temple at the back of the village, which was rags and leaky. But the story of a Bodhisattva who became a Buddha here has been passed down from generation to generation in the village. After the Bodhisattva ascended, he spotted a piece of land in the village. The color of this land was incompatible with other loess, it was dark red. No matter what plants are transplanted on it, they cannot survive. Legend has it that if a plant grows on this piece of land, it must be an immortal grass that can live forever after eating it. But in the end, everyone only regards it as a story after a meal. If you want to believe it, no one will believe it. After all, that piece of Bodhisattva soil has been guarded throughout the village for hundreds of years, and no green color has appeared on it. The farmer is already facing the loess with his back to the sky, and he has the ability to believe in Buddhist scriptures, so he might as well plow two more fields. The old woman is the only person who believes in Buddhism in Tongbai Village. No one in the village wanted to take care of the bodhisattva soil that did not lay eggs, so the mother-in-law took care of it silently. Every day the sun rises and the day comes to rest, the ruined temple is swept clean, and the bodhisattva soil is also taken care of neatly. Others laughed at her mother-in-law behind her back, and she didn''t care, she just smiled and said that she believed in Buddhism, so she didn''t feel tired. In this way, ten years are like a day, and the days have passed like this. It''s strange to say. It is indeed difficult for the elderly in the village to live to 60. But the old woman in her sixties is still very energetic, not old-fashioned, and she can even walk around with a **** by herself, which is amazing. It also happened to be that year, when the famine broke out. First, the gods are not beautiful, and the whole year is full of drought. Again, locust plagues are rampant, the particles are not harvested, and the people are not living. Without food, they killed the pigs that the family prepared for the New Year. When the pig has finished eating, it eats the bran. The bran is gone, so I can only dig some wild vegetables. Finally, the people in the village were so hungry that they peeled off the bark, and a large area of ??the trees died. When you are hungry at night, everyone finds cloth strips to sleepy their stomachs, so that their uncomfortably hungry stomachs can tighten. One night, the Bodhisattva in the sky gave the old woman a dream. The Bodhisattva stepped on auspicious clouds and wore a colorful glow, and came accompanied by the fairy boy, and his dreams were vast and happy. "You are destined with me, and I can see all the credit for these years, so let''s go there." "Remember, the physical nature of the predestined strong yang is not an immortal thing that the human body can directly bear. After taking it, you need to eat the yin Bodhisattva soil every day, not too much, just squeeze it. Wait for a year later. , You can be directly listed in the immortal class if you have completed your merits." After speaking, the Bodhisattva left lightly. The day after waking up from the dream is still not bright. The old woman put on a dress and went out carrying a lamp. Sure enough, in the bodhisattva soil where no grass grows, a fairy grass is quietly standing in it, and the whole body is covered with a faint brilliance, more than the cold moonlight. The old woman knew that she had met a real god, and she gratefully knocked her head on the ground, chanting to thank the Bodhisattva for blessing. When the mother-in-law took the fairy grass, she found herself suddenly clear and clear, and she was as light as a swallow. In the past, I felt tired from lifting water. Now I can walk like flying with one hand and a bucket. Even the folds on my face have been calmed down and my face has been completely renewed. The most important thing is that after eating immortal grass, the old woman finds that she only needs to take a small amount of Bodhisattva soil every day according to what the Bodhisattva said, so that she can maintain her fullness throughout the day without having to eat other things. For those who survived the famine era, this was a great surprise. Speaking of this, the ghost could not help but sigh, "This mother-in-law is also a great person. You know, since the Ming Dynasty Liu Bowen cut the dragon veins, this immortal realm has almost been disconnected from the human realm. It is hard to think of becoming an immortal in the mortal world. It''s harder, unless people with great fate and great merit would dare to think about it." Returning to the story, he went on to say that her mother-in-law was a kind-hearted person. Now that she is blessed by the Bodhisattva, not only is she not proud of her power, but she is more and more low-key doing good and down-to-earth. Since she only eats Bodhisattva soil every day, the old woman gives all her food and a small amount of harvest from the field to the villagers. For example, the child in the village who has not eaten enough and is malnourished, or the wife of the village chief¡¯s who is just married and who is pregnant and who is undernourishment. But I don''t want to go over time, this incident has attracted the attention of other people in the village. Everyone in each household harvests such a small amount of grain every month, and one person can¡¯t get enough to eat. How can an old woman give out so much grain to others? So the villagers secretly followed the old woman and found that she would eat a lot of bodhisattva soil every day. As long as you eat the bodhisattva soil, you don''t need to eat again for a day. ¡®You can fill your stomach by eating that soil. ¡¯ The news swept across the village in an instant, and the villagers rushed to eat the bodhisattva soil. There was almost nothing left of the thick piece of land that had been dug up. But Bodhisattva soil is the most yin thing. When the human body eats it, vomiting and diarrhea are mild. After eating, there are not a few people who have their souls out of their bodies at night. After eating for a few days, the villagers also found that the Bodhisattva soil did not have the effect of filling their stomachs as they imagined. On the contrary, they were dying and furious. In their eyes, the old woman is a sinner who hides her private life. She is unwilling to tell about such good things, so she has to ask her. The old woman is even more miserable. There was only one immortal grass, and the Bodhisattva told her not to reveal the secret of heaven, let alone where to start. The extremely hungry villagers did not listen to the explanation, and saw the old woman resisting, so they locked them in the house. They nailed the old earthen house with wooden boards, leaving only a small gap. After all this was done, the villagers said viciously: ¡®Since you don¡¯t want to say it, let me see if you are alive in seven days! ¡¯ Guicai sighed for a long time, "This is really hard for the old woman." "At the beginning, the Bodhisattva said that although there is no need to eat extra food every day, the Bodhisattva soil still needs to be eaten, otherwise the positiveness of the immortal grass cannot be contained. Moreover, even if the immortal grass is taken, the essence is still mortal. Wherever a mortal can take seven days Can''t drip in?" So seven days later, the villagers took apart the wooden boards to look at it. The whole half of the wall was scratched by the old woman who was so hungry, there was a mess in the room, and the person was lying in the middle, looking painful, and already falling into a coma. The villagers went up to check and found that the old woman had just passed out, her body was hot, but her death was real. As early as this time, the manifestation of the Bodhisattva in Tongbai Village had been spread, and it was known to everyone within a hundred miles of it, and many capable people and strangers came here to see it. Among them, there is a sly mind walking Yin Po. This yin woman is very vicious, seeing that she hasn''t caught the fairy grass, so she came up with a vicious trick. She instigated the people in the village, telling them that eating immortal grass would fill their stomachs and live forever; on the other hand, she told them that it was a pity that there was only one immortal grass, which was hidden and eaten by the old woman alone. At that time, the villagers in Tongbai Village saw that the old woman hadn''t died for seven days without grains of rice, so they naturally believed in the words of the yin woman. In addition, they had eaten the bodhisattva soil for more than half a month, and the yin qi gathered in their bodies, which unintentionally magnified the evil thoughts in people''s hearts. Yin Po took the opportunity to fan the flames. In Journey to the West, eating Tang Seng¡¯s meat will make you immortal. Then we might as well follow and follow suit. Not only will we have a full meal in the future, but we will also live with the sky. Isn¡¯t it beautiful? This cruel suggestion was unanimously applauded by the villagers. They chose a dark and windy day for a month, set up a large pot in the open air in the center of the village, lit a fire below, put the old woman into boiling water, added oil, salt, sauce and vinegar, mixed with wild vegetables, and stewed it into a delicious pot. Broth. It''s strange to say that he is obviously an old man over half a hundred years old, but the meat is very delicious, smooth and tender, like the most delicious delicacy in the world. People become addicted to one bite, and I am thinking about the taste of human flesh day and night. Guichai said, "Yin Po originally agreed with the villagers to exchange her mother-in-law''s soul. But no one thought that after the pot of broth was eaten, the whole Tongbai village seemed to be covered with black paint. The shadow of the paint, the soul of the old woman also disappeared." Others are not clear, but the ghosts are very clear. If ordinary people encounter such things, they can feel resentful and turn into a ghost and kill the whole village. But the old woman''s soul just chanted a few words of Amitabha in the same place, shook her head, and soared directly on the spot, ranking in the immortal class. Originally, this scene of soaring in place should have a vision of heaven and earth. However, the murder of the old woman in the village is really unforgivable, so that the heavens can''t see it, and the rain from the sky has been detained. Seeing the wind on the spot, the villagers were all frightened, and under the guidance of the yin-women, they were busy setting up a spiritual position for the old woman under the mud bodhisattva, and the old man turned into a ghost and came back to demand his life. "Those mortals are so stupid." The ghost snorted, "It is said that after they ate the old woman''s flesh/behind them, not only did they fail to fill their stomachs once and for all, but they also contracted the habit of eating human flesh. Not only that, they even continued to eat Bodhisattva soil." "If you commit such a bad thing, and there is too much Yin Qi accumulated in your body, the people in that village will all turn into evil spirits in human skin. If they die in the future, they will have to go to the 18th **** of the underworld to atone for their sins. ." Hear the words. Zong Jiu let out a long breath. No wonder. It is no wonder that Zong Jiu will draw a Reaper''s rebellion in the old Tuwu. It turned out that the old woman was really dead when she died, but she miraculously resurrected and soared. The moon card that Ri Zongjiu drew at the fork in the road did not refer to the deception of the old village chief. It also contained the lies of the Yin Po. That conversation was clearly a well-planned hoax. Whether it''s the old village chief, Yin Po, woman or Wang Shou. Since they entered the dungeon, none of the living people they have met have told the truth. From the very beginning, the clues offered by Yin Po had misled them. On many occasions, trainees can find contradictory clues in villagers¡¯ sentences. But they were preconceived and put Yin Po, the person who took the initiative to inform the clue, in the position of the helping NPC, never thinking that she was the culprit responsible for all this. No wonder the difficulty of this dungeon is so high, it''s no wonder that there are seven days, and the group will be destroyed on the third day. They have the wrong evidence, and no matter how they go, they cannot turn to the right path. ...This indiscriminate use of words to seduce people''s hearts, is keen on provoking things, but at the same time stand alone to watch the fire, and appreciate the painful and ugly behavior of human beings in desperate situations¡ª¡ª Zong Jiu is now 100% sure of who the person playing the Yin Po is, and smiles kindly. After he figured it out, he almost nodded to the ghost in a hurry, and was about to go back to find someone to settle the account, but he didn''t want to be stopped. Guichai, "Wait, you are sold to the underworld now, where do you want to go?" Zong Jiu: "......?" Seeing him unaware of the dazed appearance, the pity in Gui Cha''s eyes was even worse. Perhaps it was the idea of ??making him understand the ghost, and the ghost patted him on the shoulder, "You are stupid, didn''t I tell you just now, the culprit is Yin Po. Here, it''s the one outside." "She is much smarter than those short-sighted villagers. She knows that cannibalism will increase sins, and eating yin soil will corrode the mind and become a ghost. So from the beginning, Yin Po has not walked these two roads." Zong Jiu''s inspiration flashed. A perfect corpse, by the way, a perfect corpse definitely refers to a person who has never eaten human flesh, and has never eaten the earth. "That Yin Po often brings people down. Nowadays, the underworld lacks manpower, and crossing the yin and yang realms will damage the spirit bodies of ordinary ghosts. When she brings the soul down, she usually comes to change her life. Now in a special period, Lord Yan also opened one eye and closed another." Seeing him speechless, the ghost is comforting, "Don¡¯t worry, those villagers who have turned ghosts will naturally put their ideas on the Yinva who worships the Buddha. Our local government is also treated well, as long as you work hard, you may be able to do it in the future. Promoted to a higher rank." Yes, that''s why the mission failed on the third day. It turned out that the villagers rushed to the temple and stewed the Yin Po. After the stew, it is naturally another meal. It is no wonder that the two main missions will fail at the same time. It turns out that this is the reason. Zong Jiu''s body is still in the human world. As we all know, if the soul leaves for too long, that body will become a real corpse. When the dungeon time is over, the main system will definitely determine that he is dead instead of being eliminated from the mission. In this case, it will be directly obliterated. He would really be pitted by the devil. It was also the gift he had given him back after he broke the demon puppet''s line and made various tricks to the demon repertoire. Zong Jiu sneered. He took out the dementing bell backhand, with a sincere expression, "My lord, you see I leave this as collateral, your lord has a lot, how about giving me a back door?" Gui Cha looked a little hesitant, "Your dementing bell is good, but the grade is a little lower. I can''t explain to Lord Yan..." His words stopped in midair. Because the white-haired young man on the opposite side took out a large amount of coins out of thin air, and asked him lightly if he was enough. Chapter 55: Famine Mountain Village After Zong Jiu took out a lot of Ming coins, the air seemed to be quiet for a few seconds. The white-haired young man didn''t know what shocking actions he had made, but asked lightly, "Is it enough?" Gui Chai''s eyes straightened and hesitated, "This... bribery in the underworld, if caught, it will be very serious." Although he said so, he couldn''t stop looking at the thick pile of coins. The coins in the underworld are all in circulation, and the most convenient way to obtain them is to burn them by the descendants during the Mid-Yuan Festival of the Ching Ming Dynasty. It is a pity that the denominations of the coins made by the human world are very large, and each time they are burned, they are stacked with gold ingots and silver ingots. In order to avoid inflation in the underworld, the underworld has stipulated since ancient times that all the coins burned from the world must be discounted before they can reach the hands of the ghosts. But these years, there is a famine, and the living people can¡¯t take care of themselves. Where can they still be in the mood to burn paper money for the dead? So the money in the underworld has been very precious in the past few years. Some ghosts who didn''t line up to reincarnate couldn''t stand it anymore, and they would go up and entrust their dreams to their relatives, so that they must remember to burn some paper. The pile of money placed in front of the ghost chase now probably has to be burned ten times eight times in the world, and this amount is only available in the hands of the ghost. The ghost swallowed, and the white bones Adam''s apple moved vividly. Being able to get to this position, his children and grandchildren in Yangjian don''t know how many generations they have. No one is worried about burning paper for him, so they can only get some official rations to live on. Zong Jiuyi saw that there was a drama in his heart, and his surface was calm, but his hand took out a stack of Ming coins from the black box, adding weights one by one. Ghost difference: "..." It is not that his will is not firm, but that the other party has given too much! The ghost looked left and right, patted his thigh, "Oh, ancestor! Let''s go a little bit and say, you first collect the money, it would be bad if you get caught." After hearing this, Zong Jiu hurriedly put away the money, making a comparison in his heart. It''s done! ! Unexpectedly, in the eyes of all the trainees, the waste A-level props can have unexpected effects every time. This wave is really not bad. The ghost said: "This matter will be the case for the time being. I opened one eye and closed one eye. Anyway, if it is checked from above, the money will be enough... By the way, you are going back to find it. That yin lady settled the accounts?" The white-haired young man turned his head, "Otherwise?" "Don''t worry, you are a soul. Going out of the city gate like this is definitely not a good thing, not to mention that the Yinma is soaked in this way, it is very powerful." The ghost chaser accepted the money, and naturally continued to put himself in consideration for him, "Well, anyway, if the yin woman''s life is exhausted, she will have to suffer the same when she comes to hell. If you are willing to give more, I can send a few more. A helper will go with you." Zong Jiule was over, but he didn''t expect to spend money on bribes to enjoy such luxurious services, so he naturally agreed. He found that the ability to make money is really useful, but the ghost is just breaking the can, and doing all the work, it is better to make more money. In the end, when Zong Jiu walked out of the government, he was already a big man who had led three or four ghost servants, and the other ghosts were too coveted to come up. He ran out of the city with all the ghosts mightily, and from a distance he saw the rickety back with the lamp at the end. Yin Po npc is set to be an old man who is not walking quickly. Thanks to the conspicuous Lantern, other ghosts dared not come close, and only dared to look at it from a distance. Looking across the plain, it''s easy to see where the Yin Po is. Zong Jiu took the ghost servants and swaggered into the group of ghosts and monsters watching. The dense clusters of ghosts perfectly hid Zong Jiu''s white hair, and there were so many ghosts floating in front of him, there was no fear at all. Zong Jiu greeted the ghost servant behind him to follow him, watching the flickering light in front of him, and suddenly had a plan. "In this way, you do this first, and then..." The ghost servants received the news of the ghost, knowing that the good-looking white-haired young man in front of him was a big customer that the underworld hadn''t met for many years, so naturally they didn''t dare to neglect, and repeatedly said yes. "Okay, then do as I said." Zong Jiu clapped his hands, and watched the ghost servants lead away, showing a sneer. I''m sorry, he is also a retribution, a tooth for a tooth. When is the injustice reported? #### no.1 I am in a good mood now. Seeing the white-haired young man disappear in the apse of the ghost city official mansion, he used the puppet silk to control the Yin Po''s body and left with the Ming Lantern. After falling into the yin, if there is no guide to go to the dark lamp, it will be difficult to climb to the sky again. Not to mention it was sold to the underworld by the yin po, the npc herself. After the dungeon time is over, or after the normal card completes the main task, the inner ghost who fails to complete the task and fails to return to the sun will naturally be obliterated by the main system. Yin Po, the npc''s setting, is behind the entire deserted village copy. There is not an innocent npc in the entire copy, everyone is the perpetrator, everyone is lying. The old village chief is lying, Wang Shou is lying, the woman is lying, and the yin-law is also lying. If you have to find someone who doesn''t lie, then only the little boy who doesn''t know the world at the village chief''s house. Trainees who want to find a way out can only ask the past one by one, and then unfold logical reasoning from each person''s words to find the clues. To be honest, this is a bit difficult, because it is difficult for someone to guarantee that they will not be influenced or preconceived by any words. I wanted to play with him for a while. The devil thought casually. After all... it''s really hard for him to meet such a fun and interesting toy. The devil never believed in the so-called prophecy of Guiguzi. It now appears that there is indeed something remarkable. After all, after making a transaction with the main system, his puppet silk can no longer be touched by any physical means, unless it is relying on a very special item that does not exist in the trainees. It is unheard of to touch it empty-handed, and it is exactly like the "natural enemy" and "restraint of ability" in the prophecy. just-- I remembered the "fateful opponent" in the prophecy that "the only existence that can contain the devil". In the dark space, no.1 randomly dialed the silk thread on the other end of his hand, revealing a rather boring look. Unfortunately, it is still too weak. Weak too much to be desired/hopeful. The devil thought so, letting the puppet silk manipulate it, and got up from the high chair. He is the instructor who plays the role of npc. He doesn''t need to enter the dungeon like other trainees. In addition, the puppet silk can freely penetrate the space dimension, so his body is actually still in the trainee''s dormitory, not going anywhere. The dormitory of no.1 is on the top floor of the whole dormitory for trainees. It is not only a duplex structure, but also covers a large area. It even has a sky garden with a glass isolation on the top floor. Standing in the sky garden and looking down, you can see that the trainee dormitory is built on an isolated island, and the space outside is the vast sea with cliffs and beautiful scenery below. The room decoration of the trainees above A level can be adjusted and changed according to the trainees'' minds. The light surfing bath in the dormitory of S-level trainees is as large as a flat floor. In short, when it comes to material matters, the main system has always been generous and generous. The man unbuttoned the black suit jacket, revealing the neat white shirt inside. He hummed untuned weird music, and stepped on the tango''s swinging pace to the wine cabinet. There is no light in the room, but it does not affect people''s vision in the room. The cap of the bottle was pulled out, and the crimson wine mingled into the decanter, and the air was full of fragrant wine. The devil was playing with the glass in his hand, and was about to look at another puppet that was deeply manipulated by him, only to find something went wrong in the copy of Famine Mountain Village. Yin Po was suddenly stopped by a few ghost servants in the gray Yin Realm. The ghost servants had a stern face, expressionless, "Just after you sent the soul, a page of the life and death record in the government is missing. I will wait for the order of the adults to search, and please cooperate." The devil does not control the npc all the time. Most of the time, unless it is a play of particular interest, he will choose to let the npc play freely according to his original character. After all, playing an npc is more difficult than playing a player. It needs to be strictly in line with the plot, and unless the player has a similarly demanding identity card, it needs to be strictly played. Other times, it is more like a deserted village copy, which gives the trainees an identity. It''s up. Only when no.1 wants to make trouble, he will control it by himself, eh. So after the demon let go of the control of the puppet silk, the npc acted according to its own character. According to the background of the story, Yin Po is just a mortal who is greedy for life and fears death, but is vicious in mind. In the face of the ghosts, she only promised, and in the face of the villagers, she fought hard. Now that he was stopped and worried about the time limit for the burning of the lantern, he naturally responded tremblingly. When the devil found out, the black-robed yin-women had already put down the zombie lantern obediently, raised her hands, and searched her under the command of the ghost servants. The ghost servants asked her to look up and turned her around. Go, Yin Po turned around obediently. Coincidentally, at this moment they happened to be standing on the only bridge on the Wangchuan River. Opposite is the pavilion where Meng Po is distributing Meng Po soup, and below is the quiet and flowing Wangchuan River. If you look closely, you can see the countless undead who have committed evil deeds and have distorted faces under the river. no.1 I felt my right eyelid jump again. The last time this omen appeared was in Las Vegas, when the magician lifted his three vests in front of the main system in one fell swoop. The devil suddenly felt suspicious, so he put down the glass and was about to re-manipulate the npc. Sudden changes occur. The warm light on the ground that was on the ground suddenly shook. Someone lifted the lamp. Yin Po turned her head suddenly. The white-haired young man was standing behind him, holding the lantern in his hand, with a smile. Yinma asked in a sharp old voice: "My child, are you...?" Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. The white-haired young man watched the ghost servant restrain the npc in front of him, and raised his lips, "Child?" Zong Jiu also didn''t bother to continue talking nonsense, lest Ye Changmeng had many reversals. He lifted his foot directly and kicked the person out of the bridge. "Actually, I prefer the way you called me Brother Nine." The bridge deck is nearly ten meters away from the Wangchuan River, let alone the famous weak water without any buoyancy. Except for the bridge built with immortal power, as long as anything passes over it, it will feel great pressure and fall into the river. After half-length of the Yin Po staggered back to the bridge, she fell straight into the bottom of the river like a kite with a broken line. She couldn''t even agitate a single drop of waves, and she was squirmed by the river bottom. The evil spirit tore to pieces. The soul of the most evil person is also a great tonic to the evil spirit. ...... [NPC playing mission has failed] [Venue: A-level dungeon famine mountain village] [Playing the role of NPC: Behind the scenes with vicious mind and gossip] [Reason for failure: the death of the soul] In the darkness, the puppet silk that had lost the role of manipulating began to slowly recover, and re-entangled the pair of beautiful hands like works of art. After a long time, the devil touched the corner of his mouth. Its arc expanded more and more, like those cold and cruel dark golden pupils, igniting a cluster of dark fires. no.1 turned around, poured himself a glass of red wine to wake up, and drank it all in one go. The cold liquor rolled down his throat into the esophagus, but couldn''t hold back the boiling blood again. This is really...a great surprise. Chapter 56: Famine Mountain Village Zong Jiu is cool, really cool. This time he was humming the lantern while holding the zombie lantern and replaced it with him. Although Yin Po was just an Npc played by a demon, thinking of the other''s stunned eyes and the comfort of kicking people off with one foot, Zong Jiu couldn''t wait to laugh out loud and express the happiness of his revenge. He was in a good mood, and the ghost servants also divided a lot of money, nodded and bowed and sent him to the edge of the underworld. "Don''t worry, the Yin Po will be destroyed, and the human body will turn into a corpse." The ghost servants told Zong Jiu that they only needed to recite the spell taught by Yin Po to return to Yang Jian, so Zong Jiu did the same. In the gray mourning hall, the white-haired young man suddenly opened his eyes. Zong Jiu didn''t react a little. Because the temple was so noisy, it was so noisy that he had just traveled to the underworld. The patient''s ears buzzed and he could only hear Xu Su yelling excitedly: "Senior Zhuge! Nine! Brother woke up! Brother Nine finally woke up!" Zong Jiu thought, if he had done it, he would be quieter, and then he would be dizzy again. The live broadcast room was a sensation. [Ahhhhh, the magician is finally back! ¡¿ [What happened just now? Why did that yin woman die all at once? I thought the magician would also receive a lunch box, but I didn¡¯t expect him to come back.] [It''s normal when you come back, otherwise when Cao Hongtao identified the ghost, the main system should announce that the ordinary card has completed the extra task] [It''s true, to be honest, whoever wants to get things developed to this point, it''s obviously the best time to start when the magician was in a coma, the main system has confirmed it, and there are still so many people guarding him] [+1, I was shocked when I saw it] [Don¡¯t say anything else, the magician is really good. Did everyone forget what he said at the beginning? He also gave newbies fruit for free. This kind of person is quite rare in an infinite loop. It looks so warm.] ...... After sitting there for a while, Zong Jiu rubbed his temples, "What just happened?" Perhaps it was because the soul had been out of the body for a while, and his five senses were not very flexible now, so he could only listen to Xu Su tweeting in his ears. "Nine brothers and nine brothers, we were chanting a curse in the temple together, and the yin woman was under the yin. After looking around, we found that you also followed the soul out of your body, and your body was cold. No matter how you shouted, there was no response Mr. Zhuge also said that your soul is not in this temple, and we are all anxious." They guessed at the time, and felt that since the soul was not in the temple, it was very likely that there was an operation error in some part of the middle, and the worst possibility was that they were taken to the yin. But there is no way to verify, no one knows whether this guess is correct, everyone can only wait anxiously. The light of the Goming Lantern was gloomy and extinguished, and the light circle dyed the vermilion coffin lid like a coat of blood. The previous Yin Po''s warning was enough to make everyone vigilant. No one dared to get up before the dark lantern went out, and they didn''t even dare to speak, so they had to exchange their eyes one by one. In the temple, there was only the sound of a little boy sleeping on the side snoring. Until the body in the first place suddenly fell to the ground. what''s going on? ! Everyone, look at me and I will look at you. Finally, some trainees boldly moved over, and tremblingly stretched out their hands to take a look. "Dead, dead!" There was an uproar in the temple. Someone couldn''t help but uttered: "What''s the fuss?! The lower Yin is the soul going down, and the body in the Yang is of course the same as the corpse." "You''re talking nonsense!" Xu Su jumped up directly from the ground, "Nine brothers obviously still breathe, why are you cursing people to death directly?" what? Is Yin Po really dead? Everyone looked at each other, but Zhuge remained unmoved, like an old monk entering concentration. "We are still waiting for Yinma to get back the clues, so that we can figure out what is weird in this deserted village, why did it die?" No one was sitting on the ground anymore, and they were anxious to check. Sitting on the ground, the old **** was still calm, and there were only two S-classes. The corpse of the yin woman that the trainees carefully examined and found that she was not only dead, but also completely unrecognizable on her body and face, as if she had been torn apart by a terrifying beast. Azan in black frowned subconsciously, "Her body has a strong resentment, and most of it is a tragic death." "The yin atmosphere here is very heavy, it is best not to put it outside and move to the coffin." The big guys who specialize in raising ghosts have spoken, and other people will naturally not listen. So everyone rushed for a while, fearing that there would be terrible changes such as corpses after the delay. After everyone worked together to remove the heavy coffin lid, put the corpse in and close it tightly, there was a long sigh of relief. "and many more!" After resting, Cao Hongtao suddenly had a flash of inspiration. "Didn''t the magician go down with the Yin Po? The dark lamp is not dimmed, then someone is still in the underworld and not coming up. Besides, the lamp is still on, how could the Yin Po die for no reason! Unless someone... ..." He didn''t finish his words, but everyone heard the meaning behind his words. Anthony''s eyes flashed. The newcomers were the first to disagree. "What are you talking about, how could Brother Nine be a ghost!" "That''s right, you guys who have no conscience, want Brother Nine to be a ghost, how could you eat fruit before?" They don¡¯t say that eating fruit is okay. When they say eating fruit, the old people are all fried. "An apple with a thousand points to survive, that is a profiteer, stealing money brightly!" "In my opinion, he is the most likely to be a ghost. How can anyone just have this prop and speak so loudly." C-level trainees can only get two thousand survival points for passing through a horror copy. Even for them, old people, it is not a number that can be squandered at will. When the magician was still awake, everyone was afraid of offending this ancestor, and no one dared to say anything serious. Now that human souls don''t know where they are flying, they naturally yell at them, expressing their feelings of being slaughtered. "Why can''t I doubt it?" Cao Hongtao sneered, "Which brothers are willing to verify with me. Anyway, even if the accusation is wrong, he only needs to punish three thousand survival points. I just can''t swallow this breath! " When he said this, the old people were naturally passionate. I have to say that Zong Jiu''s wave of hatred is still very stable. At least the trainees who had been blackmailed by him really hated him. Among the dozen or so old people, they raised more than half of their hands. Soon, this proposal gathered five people. Azan in black raised his eyes, slightly surprised. I don''t know why, he obviously doesn''t hate magicians or even appreciates a little bit, but seeing the thick scene in front of him, subconsciously feel that there is a strange gloat besides the accident. Cao Hongtao didn''t talk nonsense, and he submitted the application directly after collecting the people. "Main system, we apply to accuse C-level trainee Zong Jiu as the inner ghost of this instance." Everyone held their breath, waiting for the result of the main system. After half a minute, a cold mechanical sound rang in the ears of the trainees. [The accusation is correct, there is only one ghost in the game] [Faction hostile mode is activated, and the ¡®not to attack each other¡¯ regulations are temporarily lifted] The old people were all taken aback, and then ecstatic. Unexpectedly, this misunderstanding, it really picked out the only inner ghost! Next, as long as they kill the inner ghost, the score will be doubled. What''s more, now the person involved is in a coma, which is really no effort at all! Their eyes fell on the white-haired young man who was in a coma, and they shot at the same time. Xu Su scratched his hair embarrassedly, "You know what happened next, Brother Nine." Now the two men and horses in the temple are facing each other, and the swords are drawn between each other. The trainees who have been blackmailed can''t wait to take off the head of Zong Jiu directly. Zong Jiu''s first glance was to find Azan in black, and found that the other party hadn''t participated in the commotion, only watching from a distance from the periphery. I looked at Anthony for the second time, only to find that Anthony was standing not far in front of him. The problem was that he was still standing with his back to him? ? ? "Ah, yes." Xu Su suddenly thought of something, and whispered to him: "After the main system proved it before, I didn''t expect Senior Anthony to be the first to make the shot... Come and help." This help is a real help, without any moisture. After the main system confirmed that Zong Jiu was the inner ghost, the old man headed by Cao Hongtao was like a meaty rat, and everyone wanted to rush to bite Zong Jiu. When it was said that it was too late, and when it came to a close, Anthony completed the semi-vampire transformation in an instant and kicked these people out. Not only Xu Su, but the audience was stunned. Thinking of this, Xu Su said, "Senior Anthony also said...Whoever dares to attack you is the enemy of the entire Ye Clan." The weight contained in this sentence is self-evident. As one of the unshakable forces in the entire infinite loop, the Ye Clan has a decisive influence. I don''t know how many people squeezed their heads like they went in and became one of the half-vampires. After all, the ability of a half-vampire is no less than a high-level special item, and it can greatly enhance your physical fitness. Anthony is a senior in the Night Clan, and after his words, several low-level newcomers on the opposite side immediately flinched. Don''t talk about Xu Su, Zong Jiu is a little dazed. To force the other party to have a completely different attitude from before, and also to force the development of things. But now is not the time to be confused. Zong Jiu wiped out Yin Po''s soul in the underworld, but his mission had not been completed yet. To complete the inner ghost card mission, he had to get close to the corpse. But the problem was that Zong Jiu looked left and right, and patrolled under Zhuge''s dark eyelids for several times, but he didn''t see the corpse of Yin Po. To no avail, he could only look at each other secretly, but when he wanted to ask where the Yin Po''s body was, the other party spoke concisely. "Put it in the coffin." Barrage laughed crazy. [Fuck hahahahahahaha] [What to do, the inner ghost finally returned but had to touch the corpse, but the corpse was in the coffin] [Unlucky, the magician is too unlucky, I just watched three or four of them lift the lid of the coffin, what should this one do?] Zong Jiu: "..." He touched and glanced at the scarlet coffin that was tightly closed in the center of the temple. Zong Jiu: "Who asked to let it go?" Zhuge said dimly, "Azan in black." Zong Jiu really wanted to talk about your paddling. He told him that there was a problem with Azan in black. Couldn''t he have a little bit of companionship and use that clever little brain to help? ! On the other side, at this time, I don''t know if they were arguing or fighting too loudly, and accidentally woke up the sleeping boy Zhengxiang. The little boy rubbed his eyes and got up from the ground, grumbled with hunger, and ran to the door with his short legs, crying and calling his father. The villagers guarding outside were in a hurry. The irony is that although Wang Shou is a child and sells his daughter casually, he is so precious to his only son. He is afraid of falling in the palm of his hand, and afraid of melting in his mouth. When his son cried, Wang Shou''s eyes flushed red in anger, and he couldn''t take care of what he had agreed with his yin wife before, so he directly greeted the villagers to hit him with a hoe. "Smash it, smash it for me!" Before, it was all about acting on occasion. If you want to be true, this thin layer of wooden planks in the temple is not enough to smash. It was almost three times, five times, and two, and it was smashed by the villagers. Under the panic moonlight, the black shadows who rushed in had their backs rickety, their complexions were miserable and distorted, their pupils were scorched, and they were extremely unknown. The headed Wang Shou was even more terrifying, his hands covered with blood that had been splashed on his practice life with a **** and a hoe. The trainees who were facing each other in the temple were surprised. The villagers who came in from the outside could no longer be called human beings, but evil spirits in human skin! Everyone knows how terrifying the existence of the supernatural forms in an A-level copy is. At this moment, no one was thinking about killing Zong Jiu. The moment these 30 evil spirits rushed in, the trainees all stepped back and used their life-saving items one after another. The spirit-bearing banners, the gossip map, and the ghost-binding Suo Qi went into battle. For a time, the wind was overwhelming, and the veils in the temple were cut off innumerably by the air, and they fell one after another. "You go and protect that little boy!" Zong Jiuyi twisted his eyebrows, tried to press down the powerless feeling in his heart that had just returned from his soul, and joined the battle with a card. He was the only person present who had fallen into the shadows and was the only person who knew the truth about the deserted village three years ago. After a little speculation, he could conclude that the little boy in the village chief''s house was the key to the main mission of the ordinary card. The main task of the ordinary card is to protect the villagers. Now all the villagers have fallen into evil spirits, and only the little boy, the lone seedling, is okay. If he also followed Huagui, the normal card mission would have failed. Originally, the ordinary card had nothing to do with Zong Jiu''s inner ghost card, and it was impossible for him to have that kind of enthusiasm for the old way. Unless the whole plot is clear, the two factions are both hostile from the quest card. Zong Jiu should use his advantage to induce them to enter a dead end. But when Zongjiu was under the yin, these newcomers unexpectedly chose to help him. Even if he complained about how deceptive these people are, he still has the awkwardness of owing favor to him, so he is now repaying his favor. Zhuge An''s reaction was the fastest. After Zong Jiu said that the little boy was the key, he waved his long sleeves and directly led the person into the protective circle. Quickly make people wonder if he guessed it a long time ago. Seeing that his son was taken away, Wang Shou''s ghost spirit grew stronger and more hideous. Seeing this scene, the little boy was so scared that he fell to the ground, "You, you are not my father!" After hearing these words, the black in Wang Shou''s pupils showed signs of fading. "My baby, look at me, I am your father!" He was about to **** his son, but something went wrong on the other side. In the fierce fight, I don''t know if it was the trainee or the ghost that hit the coffin in the center. The kerosene lamp and spiritual position placed on the top of the coffin were swayed, and they all fell to the ground inadvertently. "Pattern¡ª" The spirit card is torn apart. On the shattered ground of the spiritual position, the rich black took shape in a moment. Under the moonlight in front of the temple in the distance, a shocking scene suddenly appeared. A huge iron pot was erected in the center, with firewood burning below, and a scarlet flame was burning. The pot was filled with a whole pot of bone-white thick soup, which "gurgled" bubbles after it boiled. Countless villagers stood beside the iron pot. They tied the unconscious old woman to a shelf and listened to the shrill voice of her yin wife. "Human Pimo is going to be wasted. Peel off the whole piece carefully and eat it later. It won''t taste good after cooking." Upon hearing this, Wang Shou in the picture beckoned others to bring a bowl of mercury. The butcher asked the old woman to hold him down, cut the top of the old man''s shriveled head with a thin blade, and poured mercury into it. Mercury is heavy and liquid. It does not blend with blood. After being poured into human skin, it will only float on the surface and fall down. Because of the pain after the skin is broken, people will writhe in pain, but they don''t know that it is this movement and friction that makes the mercury fall faster. At the end, even if the person who was filled with mercury passed out from the pain, he could still live out a **** whole human skin. After it was peeled off, the villagers hung the human skin aside and threw the blood of the old woman who could no longer see her original appearance into the iron pot. The extremely hungry people who were driven by the famine around the iron pan showed coveting and hungry expressions. "It smells so good." They said one after another, showing intoxicated expressions. The milky white bone broth splashed into the most shocking color all at once, and it could not be washed away anymore. This is exactly the scene of the villagers cruelly torturing Granny Wang three years ago! Looking at this tragic picture, the new trainees couldn''t stand it at all, and one by one they vomited on the spot. This time, the black in Wang Shou''s eyes completely faded away. Not only him, but many villagers were frightened by this scene, revealing pupils that originally belonged to human beings, and their faces were extremely frightened. "I''m back... the lady is really back!" Chapter 57: Famine Mountain Village "I''m back, the lady is really back!" This sound was like a shocking sound, and it stunned all the villagers. The tragedy at the entrance of the temple continues to be staged. The peeled human skin hung crumpled on a side shelf, and the blood mixed with mercury tickled and fell from above. The **** human flesh was washed and thrown into the boiled white broth, sprinkled with wild vegetables and spices. Not long after, the rich aroma rose from the surface of the pot and hovered under the dark night sky. The extremely hungry villagers glowed green, and almost no water came from their mouths. I don''t know when, the moonlight finally appeared from the black clouds. The icy light without a trace of temperature shed, and all the shadows reflected on the ground turned into hideous ghosts with teeth and claws. What they didn''t know was that after eating immortal flesh, they not only failed to become immortals, but also didn''t have full stomachs. Instead, they contracted the bad habit of eating human flesh. Over the years, this tragic scene has repeated itself like a nightmare in the minds of all those who committed the monstrous evil. Let the villagers sleepless night and night, and restless day by day, for fear that they will become ghosts and kill their lives. "Huhuhu¡ª" It coincided with a cold wind blowing, blowing the red and white human skin on the shelf three times, sobbing and howling like ghosts and wolves. From afar, the horizon seemed to have a huge shadow forming, and the light of thunder was extinguished in the clouds. Something is about to be born. The villagers who had just gathered in the temple were so scared that they fled as if they burned their buttocks, and even their farm tools were scattered all over the floor. The barrage is silly. [Wait, what''s going on? Isn''t this person what they ate? Why are they inexplicably scared now? ¡¿ [I want to ask this too, Gan, just now I had a fierce fight with the trainees, and suddenly I ran away when I saw an illusion, I was stunned] [Ah, have you all forgotten, although they have ugly hearts and depraved ghosts, they must be afraid that their mother-in-law will come back to look for them, otherwise, how could they set up spiritual positions for her mother-in-law like a cover up? It¡¯s really disgusting to kill a ghost] [Damn, that''s too disgusting, I''m vomiting] In addition to the barrage discussing the background of the deserted village copy, many barrages were found to be wrong. [Why these villagers are gone, I rely on, is that old woman really turned a ghost? ¡¿ [It can scare these villagers away...Ah, that old woman died so miserably, most of them really turned into ghosts] [Hey, there is no way to transform ghosts. Even if the mother-in-law ate the fairy grass, she would still share her food with the villagers. Not only did they forget about the wolves, they also did things like this, suffocating] [Do you remember that when the trainees explored the copy before, everyone else was discrediting this old woman? Unexpectedly, the truth is that they ate the old woman, and this ability to reverse black and white is also inexhaustible. I thought that the woman died miserably, but now it seems that it really deserves it] [If I were this mother-in-law, I would not let these people go as a ghost, md, I will revenge, I hope this ghost kills all these villagers for the first time so I can be Jill¡¯s main mission] The trainees in the temple also showed vigilance and stepped back. Zong Jiu was thoughtful. He knew that the old woman did not fall into a ghost at all, and even became a Buddha, which happened to confirm that there was Buddha''s spirit in the temple that Azan in black had said before. Even if something comes, it can never be the old woman. But this is not his concern. Zong Jiu has now taken advantage of the chaos and walked to the side of the coffin, wanting to wait for the opportunity to complete his main task. As a result, he was very sad to find that even though he and Yin Po''s body were separated by a thick layer of wood, the main system did not indicate that he had completed the inner ghost card mission. Is it possible that the coffin really has to be opened again? When Zong Jiuwu was upset and was about to admit his fate to lift the lid of the coffin, a scream suddenly came from behind him. These villagers ran away, and only Wang Shou was still thinking about his son and stayed in the temple. Everyone else looked at him warily, but didn''t want him to suddenly sit on the ground, his eyes cracked and panic, running and crawling behind him with hands and feet. In the dim night, the shattered spiritual card gave out a burst of light golden light. Azan in black took the lead with a muffled snort, and the hoisting banner in his hand was forcibly retracted in an instant. Thousands of bred little ghosts howled and went back, shivering. Not only him, but even Anthony showed a painful look. The half-vampire ability was greatly suppressed and directly changed back to the appearance and appearance of a human. In the entire temple, as long as the trainees holding the yin-cold props in their hands, they all felt the same weakening. Zhuge twisted his brows darkly, "coming." Xu Su who was protecting the little boy was stunned, "What''s coming?" In the next second, there is no need for Zhuge to answer any more secretly. Fragmented golden light floated from the ground of the temple, slowly gathering into the air. In the distant void, the hazy phantom covered in colorful clouds gradually became clear. A more holy atmosphere than the faint Buddha aura in the previous temple enveloped this area. No one could see the faintly glowing face, only Wang Shou was still screaming. "It''s her... it''s her-she really is..." His eyes were full of fear, and the pale skin on his face was twisted together, as if he had seen the evil spirit coming to kill him with his own eyes. In the end, the ghost is only told from the third perspective, which is not accurate. Only the villagers of Tongbai Village knew what happened in this village. As the first instigator to discover that the old woman didn''t need to eat, Wang Shou naturally remembered the process and details of what happened. After he married the widow in the neighboring village, she became pregnant soon after. The result was not only a baby girl, but also a dead, very unlucky. During a famine, people can¡¯t get enough to eat, and it¡¯s even more difficult to have a baby. Many pregnant women are stillborn because of lack of nutrition. Many villages have special dry wells, which are used to throw away the corpses of girls and dead babies. When Wang Shou came back from the outside that day, he was surprised when he saw the confinement woman dodging. Sure enough, after Wang Shou drove her off the kang, he searched from the bedding and found a piece of cake that had just been bitten. "Okay, you stinky lady even hid her food?" Wang Shou viciously snatched the cake. Yaowu raised it in a majestic manner, as if to beat her. The woman was still in confinement. Where could she withstand his beating, Huarong was so frightened that she immediately recruited, "Yes... the old lady at the entrance of the village quietly stuffed me!" The old lady? Wang Shou immediately became suspicious. Later, it was he who took the lead to seal up the earthen house, set up an iron pot, and drank the broth. Seeing this scene now, how can Wang Shou break his nerves? ! He watched the scene in horror, shaking his whole body into a sieve. The rickety phantom that emerged from the shattered spiritual position pointed to it. The golden light is like a sudden break through the sky, and the magnificence is a little bright, and it cuts through the dark sky and falls into the vast earth. In a moment, it disperses the terrible illusion that was turned into by resentment outside. The trainees in the temple finally saw Jin Guang''s appearance. The old woman folded her hands, dressed in a colorful dress, and smiled at the corners of her lips. Her face is old and kind, and if it weren''t for the exact same face, no one would have thought that she was the one cruelly skinned and cooked by the villagers in the illusion just now. "The predestined condition is over, the old man came by the order of the Bodhisattva to take back the soil." Sure enough, everyone looked back and found that the bodhisattva soil that had previously been located outside the temple disappeared so quietly. The barrage sighed with emotion. [My God, we all thought that the old woman became a ghost, but unexpectedly became a Buddha...] [God, that''s becoming a Buddha...not a house...this is no less than cutting meat to feed an eagle] [Indeed, fallen ghosts are easy to become Buddhas. I have seen so many horror copy replays, this is the first one] Even the low-level survivors like Barrage were sighed, and the other high-level trainees in the temple were even more surprised. Anyone who died tragically, there are almost no instances of not turning into a grieving ghost in the horror dungeon. That is the hatred of life and death. If it is so easy to let go, there won''t be so many unrepentant people in the world. What''s more, it is still like an old woman, who is kind of a donkey liver and lungs, and kindness will avenge revenge. The more kind, the more kind people, the greater the grievances after being let down. This is the common sense of the survivors. Some trainees couldn''t help asking, "Don''t you hate it? Don''t you want revenge?" After asking, he realized how ridiculous his words were. Whether it is becoming a Buddha or ascending to an immortal, the conditions required are as difficult as ascending to heaven. If there is a bit of hatred, it is impossible to become a Buddha right away. Putting down the butcher knife to become a Buddha is never just talking. The mother-in-law in Jin Guangli smiled and disappeared into the air. ¡®Karma is karma, and the fetters created by karma are fate. ¡¯ ¡®This is the way of preconditioning. The true good is never changed by evil. If you don''t climb the fate, you will naturally let go. Why hate it? ¡¯ The others haven''t recovered for a long time. Unexpectedly, the victim in this dungeon put down his hatred and ranks among the immortal class. On the contrary, the perpetrators are trapped in the quagmire of malicious intent, and they will never get out of the underworld. The method of preconditioning is just a few sentences, but how difficult is it to do it? After a while, someone slapped their heads, "Wait, where is our main mission?" Thinking of the main task of "protecting the villagers", everyone had an expression with the flies. As a result, when they really looked back, they were all stunned. Wang Shou, who had just been crying and howling, was already stiff, his eyes were white, and the crotch/underside was a stench. The old woman didn''t come back to ask the villagers for her life, but he actually frightened himself to death. "Puff." The others were in a daze, but the white-haired young man didn''t hold back and sneered. Zong Jiu was really funny. No one harmed Wang Shou. He took the blame and scared himself to death. It was really funny. Those who harm others end up harming themselves. Leave him to slander and spread rumors, and he will never get dirty for others to become a Buddha. Zong Jiu is now squatting in front of the scarlet coffin, holding the lid of the coffin with one hand and lifting it up with the other hand. However, this coffin is really not a normal sink. Zong Jiu strengthened his hand but didn''t strengthen his strength. After raising it twice, he was still motionless, so he greeted Xu Su and Xu Sen behind him to come together. "Come on, get a hand." Only then did the others react. Cao Hongtao roared, "What are you doing in a daze, come on!" "Don''t worry about it, don''t worry about it, work harder." Zong Jiu waved his hand carelessly, "Zhuge will not die without saving, anyway, there is Anthony, one S-level and one A-level, not a waste, so afraid of it, continue to carry it." After all, it turned out to be instructing a few newcomers to ignore the situation over there and continue to work towards the coffin. The half-vampire who heard this grinded his molars. Damn, if it weren''t for your majesty''s order, he would have been-- Although thinking so, he resigned himself to his fate and stopped Cao Hongtao. Although Zong Jiu yelled so, his eyes were always on Anthony''s body. He really suspected that Anthony had taken the wrong medicine. Inexplicably, is it possible for Anthony to know that he helped pull the puppet line? This idea just came out and was killed by Zong Jiu. It''s so possible, this silly critic doesn''t even know that he has been controlled, but can he still know he was saved? So...what is the reason that caused him to have a completely different attitude before and after? Zong Jiu thought while distracting, suddenly felt that the lid of his coffin moved. "Crunch¡ª" He was overjoyed, and when he was about to work harder, he found something wrong again. ¡ª¡ªThis force is not exerted from the outside, but from the inside. Zong Jiu felt that his fingers suddenly seemed to be entangled with silk threads, and then there was a huge force of restraint, which was inevitable. He secretly said that it was not good. In the next second, all the trainees watched the coffin lid, which was said to be heavy enough to be lifted by four or five people, suddenly lifted. From the nameless and terrifying darkness, it seemed as if **** fangs were opened, and the white-haired young man was pulled in. "Boom¡ª" Yin Feng whimpered, and the coffin lid was closed again. other people:"......???" Chapter 58: Famine Mountain Village The coffin closed again with a "bang--". Everyone in the temple looked at each other and didn''t understand what was going on. Xu Su and Xu Sen who were standing by were both stunned, and hurriedly went up to try to pry them apart. Many newcomers also gathered around to help. It''s a pity that a dozen people worked hard, but the coffin lid still seemed to be nailed to the top of the coffin, and there was no way to pry it open. After a long time, someone trembled and asked: "Then...that Yin Po is not, dead, dead?" Yes, everyone has seen it, not only saw it, but also touched it. There is absolutely no life at all. The corpse is still completely different, and the dead can''t die again. But everyone just saw clearly that the white-haired youth was clearly pulled in by a strong force. Could it be true that this is a corpse, as the black Azan said? ! The barrage also started frantically refreshing the screen. [I rely on relying on it, has this corpse of the yin woman changed, Gan, it¡¯s scary] ¡¾what? ? The magician''s mission failed? No! ¡¿ [This is all pulled in, look at the surface of the coffin quietly, it should be a lot of good luck, some wax. jpg] [I don¡¯t know, the main system doesn¡¯t give a prompt either. Generally, there are prompts for the completion or failure of the main task. If you die, you have to give a quasi-trust, I am dizzy.] [What the **** is going on, touch my bewildered little brain. jpg] After realizing that the coffin had been opened from the inside and was wrapped around the cold and extremely tough puppet silk, Zong Jiu secretly said a bad cry in his heart. But what he didn''t expect was that he would be dragged into it so directly. The strength was so strong that it could not be resisted, and between the electric light and flint, when he reacted, the scarlet coffin lid had crashed down like a jack. Zong Jiu: "..." The darkness inside the coffin was cramped and narrow. He is an adult man, more than 1.8 meters, after being pulled in, he only feels that his hands and feet are difficult to use. However, these puppet threads still seemed to be fixed. They were different from the easily torn threads on the top of Anthony''s head. None of them were difficult to shake, directly trapping his hands to his back indiscriminately. In such a short time of less than one second, the white-haired youth became fish on the chopping board, and was slammed on the cold chest by the force of force. By now, Zong Jiu was also angrily laughed. This is all lying in the coffin, and finally it is in negative distance with Yin Po''s corpse, right? But the main system was as quiet as a chicken, without a word, and there was no intention to tell him that he had completed the main task. This can only show one problem, that is, the corpse of Yin Po was stolen away, or it was placed elsewhere, or in short, it was not in the coffin. He was careless too. Since the devil controlled the black Azan, even if it was controlled slightly, it would not be without a target. Unexpectedly, putting Yin Po''s body in the coffin is not to increase his difficulty, but to catch turtles in an urn. Zong Jiu thought that he had pitted No.1, but he didn''t expect the other party to have such a backhand. What is this called? I often walk by the river. Are there any wet shoes? Zong Jiu didn''t speak, but the devil looked at his changed expressions with interest. The space inside the coffin is so big, even if this coffin is much larger than an ordinary coffin, it is not more than enough for two people to lie in it. So inevitably, the bodies of the two of them overlap each other. One is warm and the other is cold. Such as scorching heat and severe cold, do not meet each other. If anyone saw it, maybe they thought it was two couples who were buried together. "What? I dare to attack my puppet, but I didn''t expect the consequences?" The man gave a chuckle. He lazily played with the end of the white hair that hung over his chest with one hand, and slid one hand onto the young man''s graceful jaw. Zong Jiu snorted coldly, "Unexpectedly, your Excellency No.1 will save your dignity and lower your nobility, and use the authority to solve my little C-level." Did you say that Zong Jiu didn''t expect it? Actually it was expected. His ability is just against the devil, and he broke ground on No.1 again and again. Zong Jiu killed his puppet twice, this is not a child''s playhouse, how could he be so naive that he thought the other party hadn''t wanted to kill him. However, what Zong Jiuzhen didn''t expect was that the devil had to chase for thousands of miles without hesitating to use authority. As far as the devil is concerned, the status of the mentor is not high, and low is not low. Zong Jiu guessed that his identity is very restricted, otherwise he would not be threatened to fold in Las Vegas. So he really didn''t guess that no.1 actually dared to openly defy the rules of the main system and appeared in this copy as a real body. The puppet silk of the master is much harder to do than the puppet silk that manipulates the puppet. Zong Jiu secretly used his strength behind his back for a long time, unable to loosen his hands even a little bit, let alone liberating, and could only weakly press his elbow on the surface of the coffin. The demon raised his eyebrows, did not break his useless little movements, but lowered his voice, "Because you are so...so interesting." It''s so interesting, I can''t help but want to be destroyed by myself. The white gloves slid along the jawline to the slender swan neck. The fabric rubbed against the pale skin with a cold touch, arousing dangerous tremors. Undoubtedly, the neck is absolutely a dangerous zone for humans. The devil was very satisfied to see that the pale pink pupils suddenly shrank subconsciously, and even the collarbone sank as his chest tense, glowing with a lovely light color. Like a cat that blows up when in danger. He thought casually. But the cat in front of him is much more dangerous. The narrow dark golden eyes were narrowed, and the man suddenly bent his knees, as if inadvertently, leaning against the young man''s chest impartially, forcing the latter to raise his head slightly. Their two hairs overlapped intimately, black and white. The force exerted made Zong Jiu forced to raise his head in this posture. He felt that the back of his head had touched the lid of the coffin, but no matter how hard he moved upward, he couldn''t lift the lid of the coffin halfway up. The man touched the back of the young man''s neck intimately through his gloves, whispering. "What to do, I suddenly feel a little reluctant to kill you." Compared with words that seem to contain ambiguous words, they are cold fingers that suddenly tightened. Sen Leng''s killing intent quietly diffused in the narrow and dark space, making people unable to restrain their muscles. The malevolent eyes like a poisonous snake patrolled the flawless face of the young man, seeming to expect him to show a more pleasing look when he is under high pressure and death is approaching. Zong Jiu suddenly sneered. The hand that was clearly pinched on his neck tightened and tightened, but he looked up lazily like an okay person. "Kill if you want, don''t talk nonsense." Obviously at a disadvantage, but there is no trace of fear, but he continues to make death provocations. The courage to face danger alone is enough to be eye-catching. Until then, no.1 is considered to be a good eye to the appearance of this prophetic enemy. There is no doubt about his appearance, the rare beauty in the world, that is the beauty that has blurred the gender. But the most eye-catching thing is his sparkling eyes. In this infinitely cramped darkness, where you can''t even stretch your hands and feet, these eyes are so bright, as if they came from a distant galaxy, like a star born from stellar particles, produced by positive and negative collisions of electrons. Photon. It obviously can choose to go anywhere in the depths of the universe, but it has chosen to come here, choosing a pair of existences born from twisting and malicious, dragging the splendid and fleeting tail feathers, and crashing into the dark gold in a meaningless posture. In his eyes, everything is burning up. The cold fingers loosen slightly. The bruises mixed with green and red bloomed on the delicate skin, like a mottled blooming flower, with a cruel beauty. The devil was slightly surprised, "Aren''t you afraid?" "Yeah, I''m not afraid." Zong Jiu could only speak intermittently because of being pinched by his neck. But he not only didn''t stop talking, but also provoked tirelessly. "Not only are I not afraid...I also want to tell you a secret." The tingling sensation like being scratched by a cat came again. no.1 Stretch out the limbs and show an interested look. He tidied up his slightly tangled cuffs slowly, "Let''s listen." The puppet silk lifted the young man''s hands from behind, wringing his hands to make a gesture to be fixed on the top of his head, making it easier for their owners to appreciate the look of the prey at the moment. Feeling this strength, Zong Jiu cursed inwardly. If this is really mentioned, wouldn''t it be able to see all the small movements he made with his hands behind his back! Fortunately, Zong Jiu''s reaction was quick enough. In order to conceal the behavior of his hands, he could only lie down/over as a cover, and was forced to get close to the demon''s body. The coffin was only so big in total, and it was overwhelmed to fit two people. The sound from outside seemed to be isolated, and it was quiet like a silent grave deep in the ground. I couldn''t hear the conversations of other trainees, and I couldn''t even shake the movement just now. The youth''s face kept getting closer and magnifying, and the long hair on both sides of his cheeks was hanging down. Because of the lack of oxygen, his narrow and long eyes were filled with redness, and his face became more and more beautiful in an environment that was so dim that there was no light, and he looked like a ghost that **** human spirits. They are very close. Almost to the point where breathing is entangled. The warm breath and the cold breath collide, and the flames meet the cold winter, not to be outdone. Just when the tips of the two people''s noses were about to come together, Zong Jiu spoke. His thin lips opened and closed, and his voice was hoarse, but it also showed extreme arrogance and certainty. "The villain... died of talking too much." In the next second, a bright fire burst out of the darkness. It is not the light contained in the youth''s eyes, but the real fire light. The coffin made of phoebe wood is strong and heavy, but it is easily ignited. The top of the torch that suddenly appeared in Zong Jiu''s hand licked the top of the silent coffin, and in an instant, the oil-stained torch ignited the wooden coffin. Extremely high temperature and raging fire ignited the narrow space, setting up a raging sea of ??fire. Sparks and flame-stained wooden sticks fell and set the corners of the clothes on fire. The white-haired youth laughed happily and wildly, and the corners of his lips were raised wildly. He lowered his voice like the devil''s favorite tone, ambiguous and containing a cold murderous intent. "How about it, the devil in the real body, I''m afraid you haven''t tasted the taste of death yet, right?" They looked at each other in the sea of ??flames, surrounded by wooden boards that were burned out and made an overwhelming sound, crunching and connecting into one piece, as if the end is coming. "I really haven''t been able to feel it." The dark golden pupils changed their previous laziness, and the dark fire that burned to the bottom of my heart blended with the raging fire, opening the shackles and releasing the cage for the most distorted and dark beast in the world. The people who did all this were just smiling. If someone saw this scene, I''m afraid they would be frightened and scream. Because he saw the two lunatics when death was approaching, not only did they not move, but relaxed their bodies, showing the same smiles to each other. In the terrible background of flames, the demon slowly faded off his white gloves. The fingertips that are as cold as the cold pits are also astonishingly hot because of the temperature of the boiling blood. The devil laughed and let go of the hand holding the young man''s neck, and instead pressed him firmly to his chest, blocking all the way for the other party to escape. His laughter was hoarse, but it was subtly different from Las Vegas'' response to being pleased at that time. "¡ªIt''s a pity. I changed my mind." Everything about them turned into flames and ashes. Embracing each other, and holding each other''s strongest killing intent, fell into the fiery **** together. Chapter 59: Dormitory for trainees Whether the people in the temple cut with a knife or a sword, the coffin showed no sign of opening. Cao Hongtao and the others are still thinking about taking the magician''s life, while the newcomers are worried from the bottom of their hearts. Anthony tried to violently remove it without saying a word, but it was a pity that even the sharp nails of the half-vampire couldn''t pierce the heavy coffin lid. Xu Su was too anxious, "What''s going on? Poor Brother Jiu won''t be caught by the old lady who turned into a corpse and be the wife of the coffin for her, right?!" Zhuge dark: "..." This imagination is unnecessary. Just when everyone was in a stalemate, the vermilion coffin, which remained motionless despite the wind and rain, finally showed some signs of movement. As if something is about to break out of the coffin, with the gloomy background of the temple, it has a terrifying effect. Xu Su swallowed, "No, it won''t be true." As a result, just as he finished speaking, white smoke suddenly appeared in the center of the temple. The vermilion lacquer on the surface of the coffin was melted and turned into scarlet tears of blood. One line after another dripped from the top of the coffin, and fell to the ground viscously, shockingly. A swaying dark fire suddenly ignited from the top of the coffin. In almost a moment, the flames merged with the fire surrounding the coffin, burning raging, and the tail of the flame pulled up to the point where it was higher than a human. [Fuck, why is it suddenly on fire? ¡¿ [I¡¯m stupid. I found that I was stupid in the live broadcast room of Famine Village a lot. In the live broadcast room of the Fifth Hospital next door, I hated iron and steel all the time.] [+1, the development of this copy is magical. The inner ghost was picked out and couldn''t be resolved. There are still so many S-levels and A-levels. There is no way to have a C-level, it is very magical] ¡¾indeed. But I really like magicians. After all, he is popular. I am happy if the magicians are okay. 23333] ¡¾? ? ? What''s going on, fire fighting, fire fighting, what are you doing in a daze! ¡¿ Seeing this sea of ??flames suddenly formed, everyone was stupid. Only Zhuge drew a dark gaze, and quickly took out the Tai Chi Bagua Pan. The clear spring was formed out of thin air, turning into a water curtain and pouring down the coffin in the center. "Zizizi--" There was a sizzle of fire and cold water colliding in the air. The swift water gradually covered the fire, leaving a damp white smoke. After the fire was finally extinguished, everyone looked intently. The coffin had completely turned into a charred appearance, and the wooden boards on the side crashed down. The black residue soaked in water shattered to the ground, revealing the true face behind it. ¡ª¡ªIn that huge coffin shelf, there is nothing but nothing. Now even Xu Sen was stupid, "What''s the situation? What about people?" [No way, the magician is dead? ¡¿ [Ah...It should be less ill-fated, this person has disappeared, and it may not necessarily be turned into a powder directly. Who remembers the A-grade copy with bone meal, trembling] [Damn, you reminded me upstairs, that copy is really one of my life¡¯s nightmares...] ¡¾No! ! I like magicians, don¡¯t be okay with the magician brother! ! ! ¡¿ [That¡¯s not enough, I¡¯m a Las Vegas winner, how can I die without struggling?] In fact, the well-informed old people in the temple had the same guess. "Hey, this person is gone, probably not." "It''s a pity that there is such a potential newcomer. It''s a pity." "We can''t be blamed for this, because we didn''t do anything about ourselves. We were so proud before." They pretended to say, but they couldn''t hide their gloat. Previously, the old people were slaughtered as fat sheep by the magician. After discovering that Zong Jiu was the inner ghost, their angry blushes and crooked noses, they felt that their faces were lost, so Cao Hongtao was able to respond. Later, under Anthony''s warning, these old people stood on the sidelines and stopped angrily. Although the magician is a big show in Las Vegas, but compared to the S-class, it is still a huge gap, how can he be regarded as a guest by the night clan? Was it the leader of the night clan, Fan Zhuo of no.2 wanted to recruit him, but couldn''t help him for the first time? As soon as this idea came out, it could be said that a lot of people were sour. A C-level trainee, not only got the adult''s blue eyes when he was in Las Vegas, but also caught the night clan boss. How can this not make other trainees jealous? Only the old survivors know how difficult it is for these people at the top of the infinite loop pyramid, not to mention the no.1 that has been offered to the altar by everyone and never walked down the world. Even the first embrace of No.2 Fan Zhuo is a treatment that everyone can''t even think of. Because of this, now that the magician is unlucky, these old people will be happier one by one. Zhuge was the only one who stared at the coke-burnt coffin with an unknown expression, and then swept over the black Azan who was walking outside the temple, and said, "Let''s go." The newcomers are immersed in the sorrow that Brother Zong Jiu may encounter unexpectedly, and will not react for a while. Previously in their rookie team, Zong Jiu was a leader who said that he was one of the most popular, Zhuge An, an S-rank, was instead blatantly paddling the water. Although the people in the team are a little afraid of this no.3 boss, they are all newcomers in the end. I don''t know that Zhuge Dark has made great achievements in the infinite loop. There is still more respect than fear. Hearing what he said, Xu Su was stunned for a moment, "Where are we going? Don''t we just ignore Brother Nine?" The black-haired man glanced at him lightly, "Bring that kid." After that, he didn''t explain a word, and walked straight out of the temple gate, leaving the newcomers wanting to talk, staring at each other. Zhuge secretly didn''t like redundant explanations, especially when it was so plain that it was a waste of tongue. Although the prophecy clearly stated that there will be a catastrophe, it will definitely not be this time and the time has not yet arrived. Zhuge secretly pulled down the hat on his head slightly. Before finalizing his identity, Zong Jiu''s life or death has little to do with him. Dead, it can only show that he is not the person in the prophecy. At least it has to survive the third round of selection to have the possibility of verification. The mission of this dungeon has also come to an end. It doesn''t make any difference whether to leave early or late, just close it. He has to speed up too. ...... [A-level copy: Famine Mountain Village. The main task of the ordinary card has been completed] [Please wait, the clearance rewards are being settled... The copy is being closed... The transmission will be carried out immediately after 30 seconds, the transmission location: the studio hall] The scenery around the deserted village suddenly freezes, and then becomes a large block of color tangled together. Everyone standing in the clearing breathed a sigh of relief. Their follow-up work was not hindered much. A golden light fell from the old woman, not only dispelling the environment, but also taking away all the bodhisattva soil in the deserted village. The other villagers in the deserted village ate the yin soil for several years, their hearts turned into ghosts, and fled under the light of Buddha. Some villagers, like Wang Shou, thought that Granny Wang had turned into an evil spirit to claim their lives, and simply plunged into the mountains and old forests, drinking blood. Some villagers still stupidly hold the dream of immortality and take the initiative to approach the original location of Bodhisattva''s soil, but they are burned by the Buddha''s light on the spot and their spirits and spirits will be destroyed, and they will never be transcended. The trainees took the little boy and entrusted Wang Shou to make an appointment. The trafficker who came early the next morning found a good home for him. Although human traffickers are doing scornful things these days, boys are still treasures in this era. Even if they are sold to other people''s houses, they can get better treatment than their daughters. Only by leaving here can there be a way to survive. The villagers of Tongbai Village have human hearts and ghosts, but they are still dressed in human skin, and their bodies will die after they die. If the underworld is not collected, the eighteenth levels of **** will not be able to go to, and there is no way to cleanse the sins and reincarnation. You can only be a lonely ghost, dissipating in the pain between the heavens and the earth, and you can die well. After finishing all this, the newcomer feels a little sad. Even Xu Sen was a little silent when he was used to seeing his companions in life and death, let alone a newcomer like Xu Su. So all the way to the studio, the atmosphere was extremely dull. The space began to shatter and reorganize, and the dull color blocks of the deserted village gradually disappeared. The dome of the studio once again appeared in everyone''s eyes. The red gold chandelier swirls and flows on the high dome, and the golden pattern spreads on the crimson carpet, coating the entire space with a warm tone. The statues of angels around the hall transformed and became the twelve gods of Olympus. Apollo stepped on the corona, Artemis held the bow and arrow, Athena held up the shield, Aphrodite was drunk and dreamed, and Zeus called the wind and the rain. The hall was full of people standing in the dark, and all of them were heads of people. Visible to the naked eye, the number of people once again experienced a sharp decline. The lower the level of the ladder, the stronger the number of people, but compared to the number of people who were almost cut in half last time, it is much better, at least not particularly tragic. Everyone''s face is still not so good. The E-level ladder is still tense to the point of breaking down and crying, but anyway the trainees are familiar with this process, at least in their hearts. There is still waiting time, and a light flashes on the stairs from time to time, indicating that another trainee will be sent out a copy to prepare for the grade rating. Xu Su and others stood dejectedly until the cold voice of the main system sounded in the hall. [All the trainees have been assembled, and the second round of the post-match and the third grade rating will start soon] [After each round of the competition, the lowest level of the current level will be eliminated. According to the rules of the game, the trainees who get the E-level after this round of re-evaluation will be automatically put in the penalty copy] The most nervous is naturally the trainee standing on the E-level ladder. If in the next third round of rating evaluation, they fail to turn over the salted fish, then they will be sent to the punishment instance. As everyone knows, after the second round of grade evaluation, none of the tens of thousands of F-level trainees eliminated from the punishment dungeon returned alive. This survival rate is enough to make people dare. It can be said that punishing the dungeon is equivalent to a reprieve, and it is still to die after all, but the difference between living more and living less. [Panoramic camera is being turned on... successfully turned on] The live broadcast room, which represents the rating, is open, and the outside audience is pouring in like a tide. [Wuhu, the third selection is here! Exciting moment] [My favorite part of the whole trainee competition is the level evaluation link 233333] [Who isn¡¯t it. jpg, this session is the most participatory] [This round of dungeons feels a bit simpler than the first round of solo show, but there are a few live broadcast rooms that have been destroyed. It feels that there are not many trainees who win or die. Those who lose are all teams. It is really a paradise. , A thought hell] The barrage chattered and moved the optical drive to slide on the screen in the live broadcast room. The camera is panoramic. Even if there are tens of thousands of people standing in the entire studio, the audience can freely zoom the distance of the animation and observe each trainee. Of course, it is limited to low-level trainees. Senior trainees can freely close the option of zooming in with the camera. [Chong Chong Chong, alas, my favorite magician is gone, crying. jpg] Immediately, this barrage was pushed to a high position, and the onlookers were shocked. ¡¾what? The magician is gone? ? ¡¿ [Are you kidding me? ? I left a horror copy on the way, but I didn''t chase it for two days. You told me that my favorite magician is gone? what? ? ¡¿ [It¡¯s not possible. Yesterday there was a big guy who posted and picked him up on the forum. How could it be gone.] [Puff, puff, it¡¯s okay, I¡¯ve seen him upset for a long time] [What magical species upstairs, I''m not happy to watch it, okay, how noble would it be to put this bb? ¡¿ [The fans are too fierce...Is there leg hair to protect you? I joked that your protector is so loyal and so ridiculous] ...... [Can you stop the noise? Is there a brain problem with the person who is making the noise? Have time to make noise here, don¡¯t you have time to look at it with your own eyes? The magician can¡¯t stand upright on his C-level ladder] [That is, I am confused by this operation for you, the master is standing there properly, I don¡¯t know what I¡¯m arguing, I¡¯m speechless] The audience who were still in the 300 rounds of the curse battle were all stupid, and they turned their cameras one by one to look at them. Sure enough, amidst the dense crowds of C-level stairs, a particularly eye-catching white-haired young man just stood upright, except for his slightly tired look and some wrinkles in his clothes, but he was intact. Chapter 60: Dormitory for trainees After seeing the white-haired young man standing upright, the audience in the live broadcast room was strangely silent for a few seconds, and then a very lively discussion broke out. [Is it all right? Why so many people said he was dead just now] ...... [Mom, that''s a magician! ! Sure enough, he was fine-Wuhu took off! ¡¿ [It¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay, it¡¯s okay, my mother¡¯s heartbeat is going to stop 55555 and can¡¯t stand the stimulation] [Magician, always drop God! It¡¯s fine, I¡¯m still waiting for my brother to take me out of this horrible place] The previous barrage of yin and yang was gone, and was submerged in a sea of ??carnival. It has to be said that after the big show in Las Vegas and the appearance of goodness caused by the mistaken collision of the last copy to the audience, now the popularity of the magician Zongjiu has almost reached the level of S players, and the popularity of passersby is very good. Xu Su, who was still in mourning just now, was slapped on the shoulder, "Brother Nine is okay!" "Huh? What?" He reacted and jumped on the spot. When he turned around, he saw the white-haired young man waving his hand. Zong Jiu saw the smiling faces of the newcomers showing him from a distance, and felt once again in his heart that these guys are easy to believe in others'' foolishness, and then bowed his head again. The young man¡¯s wrists are slender and slender. Under his pale skin, blue blood vessels can be seen. Underneath, there are viscous blood flowing, playing the symbol of life. Not long ago, Zong Jiu almost thought he was going to die. Yes, it was in the coffin wrapped in the raging fire. The white-haired young man bent his knees and pressed against No.1''s chest. The devil let go of the hand that had been pinching his neck, and instead slammed his head against his chest. They blocked all the ways that each other could escape, as if they were entangled in falling into hell. For Zong Jiu, this is probably a good or bad development. He dared to ignite the coffin with a fire, and then arrogantly said that he would drag No.1 to die together. Naturally, he would not have thought that he was also trapped in jail now. How could he take the initiative to send himself to a dead end. That''s right, Zong Jiu had left behind long ago. A-level props stand-in dolls, the most popular props in Las Vegas. It can withstand a fatal injury, and it is now second to none in passive items. After Zong Jiu exchanged for this item, he immediately equipped himself with it. Although he felt that the possibility of his death was very small, the last insurance was nothing, so as not to capsize the ship in the gutter in the future. Sure enough, isn''t this used? Although there was a loss, I felt it was worth it. Not only worth it, but also very excited. From beginning to end, the white-haired youth was smiling, just like a demon. Their blood is boiling for each other. Just when Zong Jiu felt the tongue of fire lick his ankle, the main system suddenly sent a cold reminder. [The main task item has been searched and submitted successfully] [A-level dungeon: Famine Mountain Village, the inner ghost card task has been completed] [Please wait a moment, the clearance rewards are being settled... The post-match grading will start soon... Location: Studio Hall] At the moment when the surroundings were still solidified into color blocks, Zong Jiu suddenly raised his head. Against the backdrop of the burning fire, the demon squinted his eyes. Those narrow eyes were stained with a palpitating dark light, and even the self in the pupils twisted and fell, dragging into the bottomless vortex. Zong Jiu had an illusion that he was not looking at a person. Instead, he held the key to unlock the evil beast in the cage, and released some of the most terrifying and distorted existence in the world. In the next second, the sense of imprisonment disappeared. The scene that burned like **** around was transformed into a brilliantly lit studio hall. In the dim light, Zong Jiu stared at his hand. His stand-in doll is still lying in the system backpack, and it is useless at all. Just as the coffin was about to be consumed by fire, the main task was completed abruptly. If there is no devil''s handwriting in it, who would believe it. Undoubtedly, there must have been some kind of variable that Zong Jiu could not grasp during this period. After all, before he took out the torch from the black box, the devil''s hand was still pinched on his neck. Zong Jiu still clearly remembered the uncomfortable feeling of being choked by the cold fingers that gradually gathered at that time. The devil really wanted to kill him, and was still aloof, giving him death like playing with prey. In that short moment, no. 1 will change your mind, right? Thinking of this, the white-haired young man raised his head. At the top of the golden red dome, ten supreme thrones stand majestically. Except for the vacancy in the middle, there are no empty seats. At the moment when Zong Jiu was distracted, the studio also entered the topic. The gorgeous and weird chandeliers on the dome went out uniformly. When the lights came on again, the whole hall was plunged into deep darkness, except for the bottom step and the ten thrones. [E-level trainee rating starts... System scores are being issued...] E-level trainees have an uneasy mood on their faces, and those with poor psychological endurance even fainted on the spot. This scene is much better than when the F-level trainees were selected last time. At least there were no trainees who tried to rush out of the stairs. Maybe they knew that there was no possibility other than turning into a pool of fleshy mud. Zong Jiu took a look at the ratings of the group of newcomers before. They completed the main task and experienced several dangerous challenges in the middle. Even if it was a stroke, he survived anyway. The main system is not so harsh yet. So the newcomers all landed successfully and got the D grade evaluation, and Xu Su jumped three feet tall happily. After the jump, these newcomers were also very serious and very happy, but they did not forget to salute Zong Jiu who was on the C-step high in the air, which attracted a lot of people to look at. Zong Jiu: "..." Because this scene was so embarrassing, he hadn''t seen it. [The grade evaluation of D-level trainees begins...The system score is being issued...] Different from the last grade evaluation, this time there was no upset in the low-level trainees. Basically, what level was originally obtained, and the evaluation obtained is about one level up and down. It can be said that it is even more difficult to achieve a class leap. This time, there were a few newcomers with good quality in the D level, and they were promoted to the C level in one fell swoop, and joined the upper third level club. Of course, those who have been promoted, of course, have dropped. Several D-levels were relegated to E-levels because of their poor performance in this instance. Each of these people was ashamed and depressed. There was even a mentally unstable one who wanted to commit suicide in situ when he took out a knife, and his blood blew the face of the person next to him. Zong Jiu glanced lightly, and withdrew his gaze uninterestedly. It''s about to get to the C-level evaluation. At this time, everyone''s interest was only slightly raised. In the last rating, the magician Zong Jiu, who caused a sensation in the entire hall, was at this level. He was one of the few who was able to reach the upper third level in one fell swoop in the first instance, and is also the most popular newcomer at the moment. . The old people are whispering. On the B-step ladder, Cao Hongtao "pooh": "Damn, it really made him come back alive." They are still worried about the blackmailed survival point in the deserted village dungeon. The other old people also had the same attitude, either waiting and watching, or embracing malice because of the adult. The barrage is rather worried. [You said, this dungeon magician can still get a high evaluation? ¡¿ ¡¾good review? Are you thinking about fart? The identity of the inner ghost in this copy of him has been exposed, and the system evaluation will definitely not be high] [Indeed, if the inner ghost is exposed, the system evaluation will definitely drop, but that will not drop too much. After all, the main task is finished.] [It¡¯s true that it¡¯s true, A-level is choking, it¡¯s good to be able to get a B-level] [Oh, is that so? Before, I bet that he will be promoted to S rank after this dungeon. What a pity] The white-haired young man stood there, regardless of other people''s gaze or scrutiny, and looked lazy. After being grilled by fire before, Zong Jiu felt that he might have suffered minor burns. He was planning to go back to the main system for a thorough inspection, spend five hundred survival points to recover, and get a good night''s sleep. Zong Jiu didn''t care much about his rating. After all, this time he was seen through the identity of the inner ghost is still secondary, the most important thing is that he directly killed the nymph NPC played by the demon. At the beginning, the abnormal doctor in the first dungeon, anyway, Zong Jiu was just a hammer down and stunned people. Moreover, the plot line of the psychiatric hospital dungeon came to an end at that time, and it had little impact on the overall situation. And if the deserted village dungeon walks as normal, Yin Po, the big boss, can continue to do things in the follow-up. The trainees will not find the lies of the villagers so easily, but will continue to be deceived by Yin Po. In short, Zong Jiu knew in his heart that his rating would definitely not go as high, and he was already ready to punish the dungeon and feel it. He didn''t regret killing the npc played by the devil anyway, not to mention that he was very curious about the single-player punishment copy. [The grade evaluation of C-level trainees begins...The system score is being issued...] Sure enough, the moment the system review was issued, a big purple "F" floated on Zong Jiu''s head. There was an uproar in the hall again. F! Unless it violates the iron law established by the main system, or is really bad in the dungeon, is greedy for life and fear of death, and walks around when you see ghosts, otherwise you won''t get an F. The people on the top throne also bet their sights down. "The last copy took S, but this time only F? This is too ridiculous." The exorcist turned his head and said, "Old ghost, was your last copy with this kid?" Azan in black nodded silently. "How is he behaving?" The people on the other thrones all looked over. "It''s impossible to have this evaluation alone." Azan in black didn''t make too many comments, obviously he didn''t want to say more. But he has revealed enough information in one sentence. Even no.4 said that it is impossible to have only this evaluation, then the negative copy situation can be ruled out. Messiah frowned worriedly. "Strange, which iron law did he violate?" After the review of the system was released, the barrage was declining. [Go back to wash and sleep, level F, the instructor evaluation generally follows the system evaluation, after playing it] [F grade...This is too ridiculous. Isn''t it possible that he killed a trainee? ¡¿ [It¡¯s not impossible. I chased the dungeon of the deserted village all the way, and there happened to be a C-level dead inside. It seems that I had some grudges with the magician in Las Vegas before. The barbarian also said that the C-level followed the magician, but the person disappeared after turning back [Ah, it¡¯s not weird to have grievances, but it¡¯s really an exaggeration to kill people, isn¡¯t this going to kill yourself?] [That''s it] [Forget it, everyone is gone. Everyone knows how difficult it is to punish a copy, don¡¯t hold on to hopeless hope] When people sighed, gloated or sighed, suddenly there was an exclamation. The hall, which was still talking about it just now, quieted down. There was a dead silence. This scene is exactly the same as in the second round of rating evaluation, which can be called a repeat of history. Zong Jiu also realized something. He didn''t look up this time, because the blood-red light had been reflected on his wrist. Next to the purple F evaluation of the main system, a letter with an unknown light appeared quietly. S grade. The instructor gave him a copy of S-level evaluation. Zong Jiu:? Chapter 61: Dormitory for trainees Zong Jiu was surprised. This time it was a real surprise, and it was unavoidable to leak the slightest. The killing intent of the two of them embraced each other was not fake, and they were extremely cold. Zong Jiu knew in his heart that as long as he had the opportunity, he would always be happy to make trouble for the devil. Even if he gets another F-level evaluation of the main system, he will kill no.1 without discussing it. Of course, he believed that the other party was the same, otherwise, he would not set up a bureau in the deserted village dungeon. Whether it was selling him to the underworld, or pinching his neck in a coffin to admire his dying appearance, it proved this point. Before Zong Jiu speculated that the devil must be under the control of the main system, and tried to provoke him. Relying on the iron law that the main system cannot kill each other. Although no.1 does not need to enter the dungeon like the trainee, he still has to play the role of npc, and he is also subject to control. To be reasonable, Zong Jiu felt that he had never really committed the devil before. After all, if he wanted to say that No.1 would be a merciful person, Zong Jiu himself might have to laugh out loud as the first one. This time, the underworld Zongjiu in the deserted village dungeon kicked the Yin Po down, and no.1''s back foot used the power of the instructor to chase it. The last time Zong Jiu gave him a hammer, no.1 dared to use the mentor authority to give Zong Jiu an F. At first, Zong Jiu felt that the devil was a character that must be reported by Javier, but later he discovered that it was not accurate to say that Javier must be repudiated. He is a lunatic. What is the code of conduct for a madman? Zong Jiu thought, if it was a devil, he might guess it. Only a madman whose starting point is "fun" or "fun" can make such an unorganized and inexplicable behavior. Zong Jiu didn''t plan to understand what a madman thought. But even the magician himself was surprised, and the people in the studio would naturally react more violently than him. "This is how the same thing......?" "How come the two evaluation levels of the magician differ so much every time." "That''s right. Generally speaking, isn''t the evaluation of the mentor follow the system evaluation?" The newcomers and old people began to whisper. Generally speaking, there is not a big gap between systematic reviews and mentor reviews. Others are double E double D double C, and the gap between the two evaluations will not exceed one level. Like a magician, from S to F, from F to S, crossing seven levels twice, is really the first of tens of thousands of trainees. Their guess was okay, and the barrage opened up. [Outrageous, outrageous] [Could it be that the instructor is a face-controller, thinking that the magician is so good-looking that he deliberately jumped repeatedly, right? ¡¿ [Hahahahaha you are going to laugh at me upstairs, when I said this, I suddenly remembered that the thriller trainee can be regarded as a variety show. Isn¡¯t the variety show just to choose good-looking ones (super loud)] [Gan, it makes sense. But if the election is good-looking, please be sure to allow me to vote for Zhuge! ¡¿ [Cough cough cough cough, in fact, Zhuge is okay...If you really choose a good-looking person, then, there is a certain number of votes that will be far ahead.] ¡¾¡ª¡ª! ! ! Upstairs, you really dare to think, the followers are still expected to arrive at the scene in three seconds, you can withdraw quickly] [Sisters withdraw quickly, life is important! ¡¿ The ten thrones on the heights can''t help but talk a few words. It is a coincidence that an unusual thing appears once, but it is inevitable that it appears twice. This time it really aroused their idea, and even the leader of the taciturn witch demon guild, the dark wizard no.8, the top spirit medium no.9, and the non-chief Onmyoji no.10, who has been very lucky, also joined. Discussed. The S-level is at the top of all trainees. The higher the authority, the natural knowledge of many things that ordinary trainees don''t know. In addition, their identities in the infinite loop are basically high positions and separate power leaders from one side; or they are the lone rangers who are respected by everyone, who have a more mature awareness of the overall situation and a much clearer view of things. . Even they are also curious about who the mentor is and why they are so different to this newcomer again and again. Only Zhuge did not add their discussion. Most of the time, Zhuge An is unpredictable and unwilling to talk more, and other people will not rush to touch him, just because he is unwilling to express his opinions. The black-haired man sat quietly on the throne of No. 3, and his gaze fell faintly on the shield held high in the hands of Athena in front. ...... History is always surprisingly similar. There is a brilliant one at the front, and if there is no situation that is too detached from common sense at the back, everyone will not pay too much attention. Last time, Zong Jiu¡¯s amazing deeds continued to be discussed in the studio until the end of the rating, and this time it was the same. The C-level in the back did not shine, and the B-level and A-level were similar. There were only two or three of those who were promoted from B-level to A-level, and they were baptized by enthusiastic gazes. But there is still no A-level that can shake the top ten thrones. In the internal ranking of S-level, it may be that Azan in black did not perform so well in this dungeon, but the exorcist performed well in his last dungeon, no.5 exorcist and no. .4''s black Azan switched positions. Apart from this, no more changes have been made to others. [The third round of grade selection has ended, and the starting position of trainees has changed] This time it''s okay, it''s an S and an F again, which saves even the effort of moving positions. Zong Jiu still had the green C-level trainee''s name badge on him, standing still with his hands crossed, watching the other trainees move their positions. As usual, the upper three levels have little changes. In the next three levels, as long as the trainees who did not fall to the last ladder of E level were spared, the E level ladder was a sorrow. Some were howling and crying, some were yelling, and some even painted a cross on their chests, praying to God. After each grade evaluation, there is actually a thousand expressions, and the various states of life can not help but make people embarrassed. [The punishment dungeon is being opened...The forced transmission has been completed] The ladder representing the E grade was the same as the F grade, and suddenly disappeared. The number of people in the big studio was cut in half again. Today there are fewer than five thousand people left. The newcomers who were screened in the two rounds of dungeons, and those who did not reach the D level, were all eliminated. Those who can reach D-level are all newcomers with a good skill. Either you have a flexible mind, you have a special item in the dungeon, or you can afford it, or luck has changed to a lifesaver in Las Vegas before. All in all, there are two brushes, and the overall quality is compulsorily improved. Everyone is watching the disappearing steps. "I don''t know if anyone can come back alive in the punishment copy this time." "Yeah, the F-class army was wiped out last time. Alas, think about it." "Isn''t that of course, it''s said that it''s a resurrection match, or a single-player copy, it''s strange that the main system can make you so easy to pass." The main system adjusted the time flow inside and outside the copy. Perhaps for the E-level trainees who have just disappeared, they have already experienced the mission time of a single-player instance. But for the trainees who were still in the studio, they just disappeared for a while. Five minutes later, this round of punishment dungeon will be able to produce results. The old people are thinking about it. If the difficulty of punishing a copy is not so high, it is not a way to survive the Jedi. Soon, the time is up. A white light suddenly appeared on the empty steps. ¡¾! ! Someone can come back alive in the punishment dungeon this time] [It seems that punishing a copy is not as difficult as we thought? ¡¿ [It is possible, or it may be because we were all F-level trainees before. We generally think the difficulty is higher. After all, the F-level trainees have low overall quality, so it might not be good to throw them a B-level copy. The whole army is wiped out] [Makes sense] After the white light disappeared, silence swept through the hall. Because those who appear on the ladder can no longer be called "people". It was a pool of scarlet flesh squirming on the ground. Not to mention that there is no intact skin on the body, and the facial features seem to be melted and deformed, making a faint breathing sound. Suddenly someone raised their voice in the studio hall, "To apply for the main system restoration, only five hundred points are needed, apply now!" That person obviously knew this too. He raised his turbid and bloodshot eyes with difficulty, opening and closing his mouth, but he could only make a sound as thin as a hairspring. "Ho, ho..." Everyone waited for almost half a century before they saw the miraculous golden light descend. The puddle of meat on the stall that soaked all around was suddenly stretched and reorganized, returning to the image of a middle-aged man. He stood on the spot, his eyes scattered, his hands drooping, as if his soul had been taken away for life, like a walking corpse. [The trainee has fallen into a state of madness, and the compulsory treatment is loading...] Another white light flashed, and the only surviving E-level trainee disappeared into the hall again. Everyone was silent. If the main system determines that the dungeon is greatly stimulated and the mental state is not suitable for continuing the game, it will be sent to the compulsory electrotherapy device. If it can be recovered, it can be judged that it has passed the penalty dungeon checkpoint and re-join the game; if it can''t be recovered, the main system will directly kill it. But in short, it is very rare to fall into a state of madness. It is rarer than death, and it is more terrifying. However, the main system does not consider the mood of the trainees. After dealing with the punishment dungeon, the announcement sounded again. [The third round of dungeons will open in seven days] Seven days? ! Everyone looked at each other. The rest time between the dungeon and the dungeon last time was only three days, but this time it has doubled. [Are there any activities to be started this time? ¡¿ The trainees have acquiesced to the tradition that the main system will cause trouble during the neutral period. Although the Las Vegas casino last time allowed many newcomers to overtake, it also left a deep psychological shadow on everyone. But it is undeniable that these cruel activities can greatly enhance their strength in a short period of time. So this time, what special events will be opened? [A special event will be opened on the top floor of the trainee dormitory during the intermission between the two instances: King¡¯s Game] King game! Both the lobby and the barrage were exclaimed. The trainees who understand the rules of the game are surprised. [The manual of game rules and precautions has been placed in the dormitory of each trainee] [The event will officially open tomorrow night, so stay tuned] Chapter 62: King game After the grade rating in the studio hall is over, the trainees go to the restaurant to go to the restaurant, stay and talk. Zong Jiu returned to his dormitory. Thanks to the fact that the level has not changed, the dormitory does not need to be changed, which is very convenient. This time it is not what it used to be, and no C-level trainees with long eyes come to trouble him anymore. The C-levels on the same floor watched the white-haired magician who got the dramatic evaluation of S and F in the two rounds of ratings slowly walked away, no one dared to bother. After returning to the dormitory, Zong Jiu didn''t do anything. After taking a hot bath, he lay in bed and fell asleep. No dream for a night. When he woke up, Zong Jiu was even a little stupefied, unable to tell where he was now. He subconsciously folded his fingers, and after a clear touch came from his hands, he slowly returned to his senses. By the way, this is a book. If it were in reality, how could he have a pair of hands intact. Zong Jiu lay his head up for a while, smiled silently, and then got up from the bed numbly. After getting up and looking at the time, I realized that I had slept for almost ten hours. Ten hours...? Zong Jiu frowned. Even if he was sleepy, he would sleep for seven hours at most. Not to mention ensuring that when you need it, you can travel around the world and only need to squint for three hours of general sleep. After a long silence, Zong Jiu subconsciously reached out and touched his head, for fear that a puppet thread would appear there. Of course, it was empty and there was nothing. It''s really weird, how could I be so sleepy this time. The white-haired young man got out of bed shook his head and picked up the pamphlet placed next to him. The dark green cover has a few large characters: "The King''s Game Rules and Precautions" Zong Jiu was still a little interested in the king game that the main system said yesterday, so he turned to the first page. Compared to the last cruel Las Vegas, the game of Kings is slightly less cruel. But it was only "a little bit". The rule of the king game is that ten people play the game together, and the cards of the same suit are used to start the cards in order. The king who draws the ghost card is the king. The king didn''t know the cards in other people''s hands, and he didn''t know his own hidden cards. He could only randomly select two from the numbers of the playing cards to accomplish anything. Those who are ordered must obey the king''s orders unconditionally, or they will be punished. This was originally a game used by friends or classmates to promote emotional play. Now that it has been moved to the stage of thriller trainees, the main system will naturally change some of the rules. In order to avoid cannibalism among trainees, or unreasonable demands for exploitation, orders can only be made by the main system, and the king''s power is regulated so that only arbitrary orders can be compelled to obey orders. But this is the case, this game is also a very good one, at least really good for eradicating competitors. The most important thing is that there is a one-tenth probability of drawing a king. As long as you become a king, you can directly get a thousand survival points as a reward, and even a blind box draw for props. In addition, there will be generous rewards after being ordered to complete the order, which is undoubtedly a huge temptation for newcomers. The game will be held on the other top floor of the trainee dormitory. In order to increase the atmosphere, the main system specially opened a special scene open-air bar on the top floor, which is said to have an observation deck and an infinity pool. Like Las Vegas casinos, there is no mandatory requirement for trainees to participate in special events. Trainees can participate if they want to participate. If they don''t want to participate, they can sleep in the dormitory for seven days. It is hereby mentioned that the bottom of the last page of the rule book is marked with thirteen characters in red. ¡ª¡ªThe system is issued licenses, and cheating in any way is strictly prohibited. After Zong Jiu saw this, he threw the book decisively. He suspects that this rule was specifically set for him, just like the fact that "magicians and dogs are not allowed inside" hanging outside the real-world Las Vegas casino. Cheating is not good, boring, can''t afford to play. Zong Jiu is a magician with one million chips per minute. He is so appetite that he has no interest in this kind of forced execution game that is purely luck and cannot be manipulated, okay? Besides, he is not short of survival points for the time being, and the props have made a lot of money last time, and there is no need to be greedy anymore. After thinking about it, Zong Jiu threw away the booklet and began to play with his own playing cards. Although he squandered all his chips, he spent more than 10,000 points of survival in the Famine Mountain Village, which can just strengthen a playing card that has a special attack on the existence of the supernatural. It is not a special item, but directly using existing items for enhancement, which is equivalent to making a special item for yourself out of thin air. The survival points required by this method are staggeringly expensive. Rao has more than 10,000 survival points in Zong Jiu''s palm, and he can barely strengthen one pair. But it''s enough to strengthen one pair. The magician¡¯s usual card is the American bicycle playing card. This brand of playing cards feels good and light, and is also the favorite brand used by magicians. The opening of the fan is simple and smooth, and there is no one. Even if he got special items related to playing cards in other copies, if it wasn''t for this brand, Zong Jiu might not be able to use it smoothly. Anyway, it''s the consumption items, just enough. So Zong Jiu was also able to stand his temper, let the main system strengthen the feel of the hand one by one, and toss it straight into the evening. Although I don''t need to eat, my biological clock hasn''t changed. I feel panicked if I don''t eat anything for a day. Working until the evening, Zong Jiu collected the cards he had collected, and was about to change his clothes and take a stroll to the restaurant to see if there was anything delicious. Suddenly, there was a beating sound from the door panel. Someone is knocking on the door at this time. Isn''t he here to seek revenge? Zong Jiu grabbed his hair, grabbed a card in his hand, and opened the door. Standing outside the door was a B-level trainee with exceptionally pale skin, who looked very strange. This feature, a discerning person knew it was a half-vampire at a glance, at least Zong Jiu could see it at first glance. "Your Excellency, Magician." The opponent bowed to him first, with a sincere look. With such a good attitude, it shouldn''t be here to seek revenge. Zong Jiu nodded lazily, "What''s the matter?" This scene was not evasive or carried out in private, and many C-level trainees who were going back and forth in the corridor had seen it. They whispered quietly. "Look at that, isn''t that from the Night Clan? Why are you here to find a magician?" "It is true that the image characteristics of the Ye Clan people are very obvious, with white skin and deep hair, which can be seen at a glance." "When did the magician also have something to do with the Ye Clan... Isn''t he the person that the adult is optimistic about? Is it possible that the Ye Clan still wants to rob the adult?" C-level trainees are great in the eyes of newcomers, but they are the bottom of the old survivors, otherwise they will not be C-level. The lowest-level Night Clan participating in the selection of trainees all have a B-level, and this organization is naturally a huge monster to them. So at the moment, all of them cast their curious eyes. The B-level trainees bent down and handed out a lacquer-printed letter. The double-headed eagle emblem on the surface of the letter gleamed under the dim light of the corridor. "His Royal Highness sincerely invites you to gather on the top floor of the dormitory for trainees tonight. Please be sure to come here with a look. The trainees who were quietly looking in the corridor gasped. "Invitation from the Night Clan!" "It turned out to be an invitation letter from the Night Clan!" Every large organization force has formal documents and invitation letters. In the infinite cycle, the invitation letter from the Night Clan was a voucher for inviting others to their vampire castle, and gradually evolved into a similar meaning to solicitation, and the general meaning was not much different from the offer from the top universities. Zong Jiu was stunned when he heard that "His Royal Highness", and it took a while before he realized that he was referring to No. 2 Fan Zhuo. He was still a little bit puzzled. Thinking of the puppet silk from Anthony''s head, Zong Jiu felt that he had to ask if the other party had any special feelings during the process of being controlled, or the side effects of being exceptionally sleepy. Reach out and don''t hit the smiley person, this sentence can be used everywhere. Thinking this way, Zong Jiu also accepted the letter. He ignored the whispers in the corridor after the B-class half-blood left, and directly closed the door with a "bang". Just kidding, even if you want to go out, you have to change your clothes. You can''t go in a bathrobe. ...... At seven o''clock in the evening, the top floor of the trainee dormitory suddenly began to twist in space. [Limited time scene: open-air bar, already opened] [Panoramic camera has been turned on, and all game tables will be broadcast live at fixed points during the open-air bar period] [The King''s game is closed after seven days, but the scene will continue to be reserved for daily entertainment purposes] In an instant, a huge platform was expanded outside the dormitory of S-level trainees. The water in the infinity pool at the other end fell from the edge and fell into the bottomless waves of the trench below, hanging down as if it came from the sky. Bai Lian, beautiful. If someone stands on the viewing platform with a glass of wine at sunset, they will be able to watch the beautiful scene of a fire on the horizon, and the waves on the ground are surging and magnificent. Hanging over the bar are upside-down wine glasses, and in the wine cabinets are placed wines of different vintages produced in wine cellars from all over the world. The bartenders stood behind the bar, with their hands folded, respectfully waiting for the guests'' orders. Dim lights of warm colors are projected from the ground, and the artificial water is gurgling on the ground. The guitar strums the lively Irish folk tunes, creating a very quiet atmosphere for this outdoor bar. Originally, there were only elevators downstairs to the S-level trainee dormitory on the top floor. At this time, several elevators marked to the open-air bar were added out of thin air, and many people lined up in front of each one. The trainees who were waiting for the special scene to open one after another took the elevator to the top floor to discuss the form of the game of kings. After the white-haired young man walked in with the invitation letter, the elevator suddenly became quiet, as if he had pressed a rest. Many people secretly looked at the most popular newcomer, and sighed in their hearts about his outstanding appearance. Many people also noticed the double-headed eagle emblem on the young man''s hand, and couldn''t help but open their eyes. To these sights, Zong Jiuyi chose to ignore them. He had just stepped out of the elevator, and the waiter who was waiting came quickly over. "Mr. Magic, please here, Mr. Fan Zhuo, please." The others watched dumbfounded as the white-haired youth was greeted to the other side of the open-air bar. There is a large space on the top floor. In addition to the pool and the area dedicated to the King¡¯s game, there is also an air tea room for trainees to gather, but only trainees above Grade A have the right to use it. At this time, no one came over to drink tea with such interest, and most of the tearooms were all dark. I don''t know if it was an illusion. When Zong Jiu walked here, he seemed to see the cold light of puppet silk disappearing in the darkness. The waiter led him to the door of a glass tea room in the sky. Pushing the door open, the man in the black and gold military uniform was standing with his back facing him in front of the mural hanging in the tea room. On the other side, Anthony was standing silently by the wall, seeing Zong Jiulai not daring to show half hostility. The air was drenched with scented incense, piping hot tea boiled on the hot stove, and bursts of tea fragrance surged. After hearing the sound of footsteps, Fan Zhuo slowly turned around. After seeing the white-haired youth, the inherent coldness in his dark red eyes showed no signs of weakening. "You came." He said coldly, "My contractor." Chapter 63: King game Marriage? The polite smile on Zong Jiu''s face suddenly froze. He was shocked by this title for three seconds, and then he figured out the key to the matter. To be honest, after experiencing two copies, if no.2 had been so energetic at first, Zong Jiu almost forgot that he was wearing a book. The magician''s brain began to spin frantically. In the original text of "Thriller Trainee", there are not many descriptions of the character''Zong Jiu'', who has the same name and surname as Zong Jiu. After all, Zong Jiu hadn''t even read the first copy, and there was no way to know a lot of information. In the first copy, the most impressive description of the original owner is undoubtedly the beauty described by the author in several paragraphs, except for the low-rank white lotus green tea smell. Although Zong Jiu felt that this description was a bit strange, as of the passages he saw, the original owner was really this character. The original owner written in "Thriller Trainee" is very straightforward and cowardly. After entering the copy, he just wanted to take a shortcut and catch a few flower guards to help him shelter from the wind and rain. The original owner knew that his indisputable beauty was the most advantageous weapon, so he used his beauty to hold a thigh. It''s a pity that the two S-classes in the copy of the mental hospital didn''t have that nasty mind. Zhuge directly said in disgust to let go, while Messiah smiled and said that he would treat the newcomers equally, and would ignore the hidden meanings and hints of the original owner. Zong Jiu remembered that a psychological description was interspersed at that time. The rough meaning is that the original owner used to be beautiful in the real world, what he wants, and what is the little young master spoiled by a big family. He has never touched a wall like this. At that time, he was so angry that he vowed for thirty years in Hedong and Hexi for thirty years. , I must hook up with the most powerful people in this broken game, and then retaliate fiercely against those who look down on him. Zong Jiu who saw this paragraph at that time:... This typical cannon fodder thought, still wearing the same name as himself, is really great. Otherwise, he won''t abandon the article either. In the end, the original owner only hugged the thigh of a B-level or C-level trainee. He had urgency in the middle of the night and had to ask others to accompany him to the toilet, and he became the first person to give a head. To sum up, the original owner is a beautiful idiot cannon fodder, not only has no brain but also died fast, and is not worthy of attention at all. So after Zong Jiu came through, he didn''t pay attention to this, and just clapped his hands and walked his own way. It now appears that things seem to have taken a new turn. Who can tell him how a cannon fodder is related to no.2 in the infinite loop? ? ? Not to mention Zong Jiu, even standing aside, Anthony, who seemed to be developed, had his eyes widened like bronze bells. He had been wondering why His Royal Highness would pay so much attention to this C-rank white-haired newcomer. The truth of the matter turned out to be that they were old acquaintances in the real world! ...Even not just old acquaintances, but also an intimate identity like the person of the engagement! Rao was directly stupid by Anthony, who was called a barbarian. He is now extremely grateful that he has chosen to help Zong Jiu in the deserted village dungeon instead of doing a little trick secretly. Otherwise, now, His Royal Highness might not be so easy to talk. There was an awkward silence in the tea room, and only the bubbling of the teapot on the fire could be heard. After a long time, Zong Jiu slowly said, "Excuse me, who are you?" Then before Fan Zhuo was about to speak, he immediately added another sentence, "The family said that I had a car accident before entering the infinite loop and accidentally lost my memory." Zong Jiu is really not afraid that the nonsense he said with his eyes open will be exposed. First of all, Fan Zhuo can be so awesome in an infinite loop, he should have come in very early, at least it has been rolling and crawling for several years. The original owner waited until the thriller trainee game to enter the infinite world, thinking that there was a time difference in between. Then this time difference was when Zong Jiuda showed his skills. Anyway, Fan Zhuo couldn''t contact the real world, and Zong Jiu made up everything that happened. Besides, Zhuge secretly said that the main system will actively obscure the memory of the survivor of the real world, and will unlock it unless it encounters related people and things, which also gives Zong Jiu space and leeway. Anyway, even if Fan Zhuo wants to break his head, he can''t guess it. He is not the original owner, but a book wearer. This is the biggest secret in Zong Jiu''s body, and it''s not very important, but no one wants to get it. The half-vampire in the gray-haired military uniform squinted. His vision was sharp as a knife, as if it had pierced Zong Jiu''s body. This explanation is not at all tenable. Even if a person''s memory can change, his personality can still make a big turn in three hundred and sixty degrees? Fan Zhuo said concisely, "Extend your hand." Zong Jiu did. Anyway, no matter what the direction of this matter is, he can use the panacea of ??amnesia to get past it, and travel through Wencheng without deceiving me! The magician''s spread hands were white and slender, with tight and graceful lines, and every muscle was just right, implying a vigorous sense of strength. After wearing the book, Zong Jiu''s body is not only upup, but also a lot younger. The most important thing is that after the restoration of the main system, he practiced magic in his early years, and all the hidden injuries he had left due to the excessive intensity of the performance disappeared. Now these hands can be said to be extremely flexible, and all the tricky hands for the magician''s difficult cards in the previous life have been captured. Fan Zhuo''s focus is not this. He was looking at the little finger bones of these hands. From the end of the small phalanx, it is easy to see that it has a curvature that is different from ordinary people. Fan Zhuo was somewhat silent. The appearance and voice may be similar, but the traces on the body cannot be faked. "It''s you." He nodded faintly, his cold face softened for a moment, "I haven''t seen you for many years, you''ve grown up." Zong Jiu:? ? ? Good guy, he thought he was going to be exposed, but the other party backhanded it and hadn''t seen him for many years. Whose marriage partner can still be missing for many years? Is it still a child''s daughter-in-law? It''s a pity, if you know that this is what Fan Zhuo came up, Zong Jiu should have compiled a "In fact, after you came in the infinite loop, the elders of our two families cancelled the marriage contract, you don''t know it, I am here to inform you of." But since he had already said that he had amnesia, this excuse was useless, so he had to give up. "We knew each other before? What do you mean by the contractor?" Zong Jiu decided to cover the previous information of the original owner first. Otherwise, this time someone called him a marriage contractor, because of the original owner''s flirtatious character, next time someone called him Xiao Tiantian, he really couldn''t bear it. The man in the military uniform did not speak, but coldly glanced at Anthony, who was watching his nose and his heart. As the no.2 faithful right-hand man, Anthony immediately understood. "Subordinates retire." He made a military salute on the spot, turned around and was ready to leave. Zong Jiu stopped him, "Eh, eh, wait." The half-blood back figure stiffened, and the hand hanging by the side slowly clenched. Isn''t it about putting on small shoes for him in front of the temple? The ancients said that there are beauties blowing the ears. Since then, the king will not be early. If the magician is willing to count the crimes, it is estimated that the oppression of blood will not escape. What he didn''t expect was that the other party only said something he wanted to ask him and asked him to wait for a while. Anthony breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and hurriedly replied, "I will wait outside for you to finish talking with your Highness. Then you will find me again." Then he left as if he fled. Suddenly, there were only two people left in the tea room. Fan Zhuo made a "please" gesture, and Zong Jiu didn''t bother, and directly sat down on the fabric sofa and poured himself a pot of hot tea. The story is not long. One thing Zhuge didn''t say is that the stronger the overall strength of his own, the less effective the main system''s fuzzy memory will be. For example, Zhuge An, this servant actually has nothing to do with his memory. At the beginning, in the mental hospital, it was a white wolf who didn''t say a word, empty glove Zongjiu. No.2 is the same, he still remembers many things in the real world. Fan Zhuo entered this endless looping world four years ago. He said that Zong Jiu used to be a bamboo horse with him. When he was a child, because Zong Jiu was so male and female, and the family liked to dress Zong Jiu as a little girl, the two families verbally entered into a marriage contract. When the two of them grew up, neither of them had any plans to dissolve the marriage contract, so it continued by default. But in fact, they have not seen each other for almost a dozen years. Later, when his father passed away, Van Zhuo took control of a large business empire, and he forgot this incident even after he was in Europe. What no.2 didn''t say is that before he entered the infinite loop, his subordinates mentioned that the young master stalked him to fulfill his marriage contract, and also made some ridiculous news. This is also the reason why Fan Zhuo was tentatively looking at Zong Jiu when he was in the Las Vegas casino. But since the other party has amnesia, there is no need to say more about this kind of thing. Thinking of this, no.2 has a rare mood swing. Who hasn''t changed yet? It is him, after entering the infinite loop, it is not the same to start again. Not only did he roll and crawl on the battlefield of ten thousand people, he even accepted the first embrace of vampires in order to survive, break away from the human category, and become a monster that fears the sun. Compared to the past, it is now extremely cold. As long as it is a person who has entered an infinite loop and is at a high place, who has not lost a layer of skin? "That''s it." Zong Jiu nodded, and put down the teacup with understanding. Looking closely, after his appearance increased after wearing the book, the angular contours of his face did have some slight changes, but because the original owner was outside the eye-catching albinism, it was easy to be overlooked. In fact, if you look at the outline of the facial features alone, the original owner does have all the appearance advantages of a hybrid: deep eye sockets, high nose bridge, and a slightly exotic outline. Now that Fan Zhuo has said so, all of this is explained............... ...............All..........................................................................................................................?....?..?.?&.&.&.&.&.&.&.&.&. In the real world, it is estimated that the original owner is really a good young master who is protected by a big family. Generally, this kind of family does have a tradition of engagement, which is not surprising. "That''s it. Thank you for your help last time." After thinking about it, Zong Jiu said again, "But since I have lost my memory, we haven''t seen each other for many years, the marriage contract..." "Now you and I are involuntary, and it doesn''t make sense to talk about this." Fan Zhuo said lightly, "If we are talking about kinship, we can be regarded as relatives, and it''s not enough to make a big effort. Chapter 64: King game (Anti-theft has been replaced) After the matter spread out, neither of them mentioned the marriage contract. Fan Zhuo came to him, naturally it could not be because of this boring reason. He came to ask Zong Jiu, how Vincent died in the first copy of the mental hospital. It was then that Zong Jiu remembered that Vincent and Anthony were both seniors of the Night Clan, no.2''s right-hand man. In addition, the Ye Clan had always been at odds with the temple of Messiah, and Zhuge An was even more indifferent and pitted by him. Three copies of the mental hospital survived in total, and it was indeed the most convenient way to find Zong Jiu. It''s just a pity that Zong Jiu has no impression of Vincent. This person exists in the narrative of others from beginning to end. Even the original text only stated that he was confident of his own strength, so he chose to act alone at the beginning. "I understand." Zong Jiu said this, and Fan Zhuo did not continue to ask, but said coldly: "Just ask, if it is due to arrogance, it will be his own responsibility." Obviously, he is well aware of the characteristics of his two subordinates. After he asked, Zong Jiu felt that there was nothing left, so he asked to retire. "I send you." The man in military uniform stood up and walked out of the tea room with him. After the two of them walked out of the tea room side by side, the noisy trainees on the rooftop suddenly fell silent. Everyone was using their sights to communicate, "Why does His Royal Highness Fan Zhuo of the Night Race walk with the magician" "And they still walk side by side, it looks like the relationship is good", "What''s the situation like this?"... .. and the like. However, no one dared to go up and touch the mold of No.2. Fan Zhuo is notoriously ruthless and iron-blooded, extremely majestic and ruthless in his methods. Although it is far less than the status of no.1, it is also feared by people. But now, the trainees onlookers are horrified to find that the **** Royal Highness seems to be in a good mood? ? ? Even Zong Jiu himself was a little puzzled. After acknowledging his relatives (?), No. 2''s attitude towards him can be described as a 180 degree turn. But when he caught a little miss in those dark red eyes, Zong Jiu understood everything. No matter what kind of person the original owner became, he was ignorant of naivety when he was a child. That should be a good memory, otherwise the two families will not make a baby kiss. Even in the endless loop of crisis, I still feel warm in retrospect. As far as Zong Jiu knew, Fan Zhuo was the surname of the blood family. In order to survive, even the race and surname have been changed. When I encountered the past as a human, I should still miss it. Thinking like this, it touches the light of the original owner. Zong Jiuman thought casually. It was not until he and the white-haired youth nodded farewell by the pool and the heavy cloak of black and gold military uniform disappeared at the entrance of the S-level trainee dormitory. "The momentum of no.2 is good enough." "What do you think, that is a big man who has really been on the battlefield. He participated in a simulated World War II in a copy before and finally came back alive. It''s amazing." "What''s the situation with the magician, catching up with the Night Race? Isn''t he the person that the adult is optimistic about?" "It''s really jealous, people are more popular than others, newcomers are so powerful, how do we old people live?" Zong Jiu turned a deaf ear to these discussions. He walked to the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey from the bartender very skillfully. "Okay, sir. Please wait a moment." Zong Jiu is particularly in love with this Scottish spirit, and he orders a glass every time he goes to the bar. He watched the bartender sway the shaker skillfully, causing the latter to jump in a flying arc in the air, and he couldn''t help but admire the competence of the employees of the main system. So did the croupier before, and so did the waiter, and now even the little bartender is hidden. If this hand wins the international bartender competition, it should also be able to win the top three. After receiving the whiskey, the white-haired young man turned his head and asked Anthony, who walked towards him, "Do you feel that you are suddenly very sleepy after returning from the deserted village copy?" "No." Although he didn''t know his strength, Anthony answered. "Then do you feel a pain on the top of your head, or being pulled by something?" "......No." "Then don''t you feel that your thinking has become weird?" "No." Anthony was a little impatient, he wondered if this man was playing on his own. Zong Jiu looked at Anthony with a very strange look, "Oh, that''s all right, you can go." Anthony:? He thought of the relationship between the person in front of him and his boss, and suddenly fell silent. Forget it, I can''t afford to provoke it, I can''t hide it, slipped away. After the half-vampire left, Zong Jiu sat alone at the bar and thought for a long time. At this point in time, all the people on the rooftop have gone to play the King''s Game, and only a few trainees swim in the infinity pool. The location of his bar is also relatively remote, and he is the only one sitting here for most of the day, and no one else comes. The night is drooping, and the stars on the horizon are brighter than one, hanging in the sky, and it is easy to tell the position of the constellations. If it is on the earth, such good weather is rare, not to mention that these stars appear in a shining posture at the same time. Not far away, the trainees were enthusiastically playing the game of kings. "I ordered the trainees who got the 3 of hearts and the 5 of hearts to execute the order." "Hahahahaha, this command is so embarrassing, you guys should take off your pants and go for a run in the dormitory for the trainees. "Get any S-level compliment? I rely on what high-difficulty task this is." "If you don''t complete the task and want to cut the meat, I rely on it, brothers, I will be separated first." ...... The salty sea breeze sent these discussions intermittently. Zong Jiu slowly rotated the clear wine glass in his hand, looking at the turbid wine inside, and fell into thinking. From Anthony''s answer, Zong Jiu learned that the puppet silk is indeed the same as Zhuge An''s words, it is ignorant, even after being forced out/extracted, there will be no real feeling that he has been controlled. It''s almost a bug-like ability, and there are few weaknesses. The profile of the white-haired young man looked a little bright and flickered in the dim light, making it even more picturesque, not like a mortal figure. Before he knew it, he finished another drink, and his face was also stained with a slight red, like a red flower falling in the snow, which was thrilling. "Would you like another glass? Sir." "Thank you, no need." I got drunk after drinking. Zong Jiu waved his hand and motioned to the waiter on the other side to bring him a pack of cigarettes. Mistake of drinking. Zong Jiu never got himself drunk. Although he doesn''t like the smell of smoke, but at certain times, tobacco can indeed make him think more calmly and carefully, and it can also relieve drunkenness a little. Zong Jiu half held his head, thinking rather lazily. Strange, today this glass of whiskey seems really intoxicating. In the past, taking such a drink would only make Zong Jiu vigorous, but today I went down to see the objects are a little ghosted, a bit of a sign of getting drunk. In the dim place, the bartender, who turned his back to tidy up the wine cabinet, bends his mouth strangely. Just after the waiter brought the cigarette case, cigar cutter and lighter, Zong Jiu frowned and picked out a thin cigarette with a slightly less strong cigarette smell, and was about to light it. "Sir, let me help you." Just after Zong Jiu pressed the flint for several times and didn''t respond, the bartender put down the wine glass he was wiping very intimately, and turned his head and handed a bunch of fire over. Zong Jiu really needs it. Because he felt a little dizzy in his head now, he obediently bowed his head and borrowed a fire. But it''s just a little bit. As long as you take a puff of smoke and let the choking smell of smoke roll through your lungs, you can immediately-- Milky white smoke floated slowly from the tail of the cigarette. At the moment when Zong Jiu''s head was slightly awake, he happened to see a pair of cold dark golden eyes flashing past. Behind the smoke, the perfect face of shock and sacredness was looming, and the half-length black hair was **** and hung to the side. Wearing a white shirt and black vest, the gloved bartender is holding his hands on the bar, looking at him with interest. Zong Jiu: "..." Zong Jiu: "It turns out that the famous no.1 also has a hobby of part-time/time bartenders." "No, no, no." The bartender smiled and shook his fingers, "You are the first." no.1 It looks good today. He even turned around and pulled out a brand new wine bottle from behind. Zong Jiu clearly saw that he just hooked his fingers, and the wine bottle was automatically opened and poured into the shaker. Other condiment wines also flew over in the air, and finally covered the lid, doing all kinds of things out of thin air. Ascent and free fall movement. Puppet silk is really easy to use, especially when performing acrobatics. Zong Jiu felt that his previous sincere praise system selected the staff well, which was purely blind for a while. The devil smiled and pushed the glass of mixed wine to the young man, "Tequila sunset, please." "Tequila doesn''t even give salt and lemon, you can drink it yourself." Zong Jiu sneered. "That''s a pity, I can only enjoy it myself." The demon didn''t seem to care about his resistance, and shrugged. This feeling of punching the cotton made Zong Jiu a little irritable. He seemed to smoke very relaxedly, but his muscles began to tighten. This guy was so fascinating that he inadvertently asked him to drink a glass of wine under his nose, and he couldn''t relax at all. "Relax, relax." As if he could accurately detect his mood, no.1 pressed his hands down slightly, "If I wanted to, I should have done my hands and feet in the whiskey just now." The white-haired young man was unmoved and said coldly, "Your purpose." "Don''t be so alert." The devil put his index finger on his lips and made a "hush" gesture. Zong Jiuzhe only noticed that the verbal confrontation just now has attracted the attention of many people. But the strange thing is that logically speaking, if no.1 appears, most of the fanatic followers on these rooftops will go crazy. But now they don''t seem to have seen the abnormality of the bartender in the bar here, and their eyes are only rolling on him one by one. The devil waited so long for him to finish his observation, and then he jokingly opened his mouth. "Instead of asking that half-vampire, why not just come to me and ask?" He heard his previous conversation with Anthony. Zong Jiu frowned. He sat here at the bar for more than half an hour, and he could not rule out the possibility that the other party would stand by here from the beginning. Of course, even so, Zong Jiu wouldn''t be embarrassed to be caught on the spot while chatting with gossip behind his back. The white-haired young man sneered, "Could it be that if I ask, you will tell me that it won''t work?" Zong Jiu wanted to know the limits, scope, and even control conditions of the no.1 puppet master''s ability. Needless to say, these are extremely confidential information. Just know that if you don''t talk about facing the enemy, at least it can become an important bargaining chip for defense no.1. The devil smiled, "That''s not necessarily true." He stared at the triangular shadow falling on the clavicle fossa of the white-haired young man, lowered his voice, cold and nice with a slightly raised tail, like some kind of reptile staring at its prey, shuddering. "If you can...please me." Zong Jiu sneered. He slowly stood up from the stage, put the burning pipe aside, and hooked his finger at the person behind the bar, motioning the latter to move closer. ¡ª¡ªThen, he slammed a fist toward that sly and perfect face. He asked: "Is it enough to please you?" Chapter 65: King game (Anti-theft has been replaced) Zong Jiu swiped this fist, naturally hitting nothing. He felt his hand hit thousands of cold and extremely tough steel wires in the air, each of them cut painfully on the back of his hand, and the end was only a few inches away from the flawless face, but just how I can''t fight it, and my anger is itchy. The owner of that face smiled and said, "Don''t be so fierce." The man hooked his finger slightly, and the puppet silk disappeared from the air one by one. After all the cold touch that hindered him disappeared, Zong Jiu''s hand still couldn''t improve any more. Because the neatly white gloved hand stretched out the index finger and lightly tapped it on the magician''s elbow, the latter seemed to be fixed in the air. The trainees who were watching closely at the bar on the rooftop were a little surprised. They didn''t understand why the magician would suddenly attack an ordinary bartender npc. Could it be that the bartender irritated him? Zong Jiu moved his gaze slightly to the back of his hand. Because of the excessive force just now, a shocking slender bloodstain almost ran across the back of the phalanx. Originally, it only broke a little skin, and a little blood leaked from the capillaries, which was far from bleeding. But when no.1 was pressed like this, the blood that was deep in the wound began to rush out, like strands of winding snakes, gradually covering the back of the pale hand. The pain is not painful, but it looks terrifying. Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that last time in Las Vegas, when he took the roses handed over by the devil, a very similar scene also appeared. Suddenly, there was a flash of light in his mind. "Guess it?" The devil looked at him with a smile. The top of the white glove was still pressed there, and the exuding red blood dyed the tip red, making it look extraordinarily abrupt. People of ability are different from those of special physique and blood. The mobilization of the ability of the capable person requires constraints or media. For example, the water manipulator no.6 in the S-level can only be activated where there is a water source, so he usually prepares a special item that can store water. The same is true for no.1. Zong Jiu thought, he should know what the medium of the demon ability is activated. He even had a bolder conjecture. If this conjecture is true, Zong Jiu will be able to add another card to the no.1 hole. ...... The next day, the news that the Ye Clan issued an invitation letter for the magician spread throughout the dormitory of the trainees. Not only that, but many people saw the magician walk out of the tea room with no.2, walk side by side, and talked very happily, and the atmosphere was quite harmonious, shocking the jaws of the crowd eating melons. The Ye Clan leader has never been a friendly person. Whoever dared to negotiate terms with him would dare to fight with the army without saying a word. Typical people don''t say much. "Does the magician want to accept the solicitation of the Night Clan?" They talked a lot, "It''s not impossible. If no.2 first embraces it personally, it''s a five-generation species, and the Ye Clan will add another general." "Hey, the future is so good, how can you choose to become a vampire who is neither human nor ghost." "The semi-vampire is so strong, and the heartbeat is normal. Don''t you dare to say that you are not tempted to solicit the night clan? It''s not bad to survive, and who accounts for so much." "This magician can be considered a human being. A C-rank rookie can get such incredible scores twice, and he can win the eyes of several adults." In addition to these mixed discussions, there has even been an outrageous rumor that Fanzhuo wants to train magicians as the heirs of the night clan, and it is spread so that even the parties have to call good guys directly. The dormitory for S-level trainees is also located on the top floor of the dormitory, on the other side of the open-air bar. Ten doors of different styles stand silently on the horizon. In the distance, waves roll and the sky is majestic. In the past, the S-class had its own restaurant and kitchen, and all the facilities in the dormitory were complete. Anything needed can be delivered by the waiter anytime and anywhere. There is also an uninterrupted room service, so you don¡¯t need to download it yourself. floor. Even if they have to go downstairs, there is a private elevator inside their dormitory, which provides direct access to the beach outside the dormitory. These gates are just a decoration here, and no one enters or exits on weekdays. When Zong Jiu walked to the door, he only felt a fiery sight on his back. Many trainees felt that he was going to the room of No. 2 to conspire, but unexpectedly, the white-haired young man turned his head and knocked on the door of No. 3. Even more unexpectedly, the door really opened. Looking at the white-haired magician who walked through the door with a familiar road, everyone else:? ? ? Good guy, this C-level newcomer who has shown the limelight even has friendship with no.1, no.2, and no.3, how can it be called such a terrifying! Zong Jiu walked into Zhuge An''s dormitory. Zhuge''an''s dormitory is just like him, very indifferent. The interior decoration style is a modern minimalist style, with only three colors of black, white and gray. The owner of the dormitory was more direct, pushing away the surrounding decorations, spreading a gossip pattern in the center of the living room, and sitting cross-legged in the middle to meditate. Zong Jiu: "..." Zong Jiu: "Are you cultivating immortals?" The black-haired man opened his eyelids and glanced at him nonchalantly, "Sit down." Whatever the guest, Zong Jiu also learned to pick a place to sit down. As for why he suddenly came to Zhuge An, the main reason was that he wanted to clarify the prophecy. In the dungeon of the deserted village, Zong Jiu carried the audience and flew Zhuge Dark. The latter was considered a leisurely paddling. The most damning thing was that the score was not too low. Zong Jiu had made up his mind, he could just listen to what he predicted, it was really impossible, at best it was a secret that seemed to cover Zhuge An''s body like a mist. I don''t know why, but I tell Zong Jiu instinctively that there is something he wants to know about Zhuge An. "I''m here to collect what I deserve." Zhuge did not speak secretly. He even closed his eyes again, keeping the previous posture of meditating and concentrating. Seeing him like this, Zong Jiu didn''t urge, but looked around boredly. The first dormitory fell silent again. After a long time, the man spoke slowly. When he opened his mouth, he threw a string of deep-water fish/mines. "You are not from this world." The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, "You said this when you were in that copy of the mental hospital." At that time, Zong Jiu was inexplicably lifted his waistcoat. Fortunately, Zhuge An only felt that he was not a person in this world, but he did not expect that he was a book wearer who could predict the future. So Zong Jiu also chose to change the topic. For the left and right, he also let this topic fall out of the question. Zhuge said dimly, "Yes, I still had doubts in my heart at that time, but now I am sure." "Oh? Come and listen." He kept tugging at this question, and Zong Jiu also found it strange. If it is not for insufficient experience or foreboding, how could it be possible to see the clues at a glance? There must be something strange in it. I didn''t expect the black-haired man to be silent again. After a long time, just when Zong Jiu wanted to go up and push to see if the big brother was asleep, he suddenly opened his eyes again. "Give me a drop of your blood." Zhuge said secretly. blood? Zong Jiu frowned inwardly. Blood, it¡¯s okay to put it in other places, but it¡¯s okay to put it in the infinite stream of horror. The importance of blood in Eastern legends is self-evident. In Southeast Asian witchcraft, blood is one of the keys to the curse of sorcery. Southern and Northern Europe also firmly believe that blood is the source of power. Previously, Zong Jiu suspected that the medium through which the demon implanted the puppet silk might be "contact" or "causing **** wounds." Now Zhuge suddenly mentioned this incident and had to make Zong Jiu a little cautious. Seeing his eyes full of suspicion, Zhuge said coldly: "You can be immune to the control of the devil, and naturally you can also be immune to the blood curse." "If you don''t give me your blood, I can''t be sure that you are the person in the prophecy." Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, not talking nonsense. Instead, he took out a poker card from his pocket neatly and smoothed it on his ring finger. This is what puzzles Zong Jiu the most. Zhuge secretly knew a lot of things, and there was even a lot of information that Zong Jiu himself had just learned. According to the other party, all this is inseparable from the prophecy. Unexpectedly, Zhuge did nothing. He just collected the drop of blood, then said, "Who made this prediction?" Zong Jiu expressed his willingness to hear the details. Zhuge secretly spit out three words, "My teacher, Guiguzi." These three characters can be described as famous and legendary. Guiguzi, one of the ancestors of Taoism, a famous thinker and planner during the Warring States Period. It is said that the gods know the destiny of the gods through ghosts, and the world can be a chess without going out of the ghost valley. However, the Guiguzi in Zhuge''s secret mouth was not the one in history. The Guiguzi he was talking about was a survivor who had been active ten years ago in an infinite loop. In the infinite loop, people die anytime and anywhere. Survivors are basically renewed and replaced every year. There are countless new faces. Those who can survive are the ones who survive. The people of ten years ago are no less than the antiquities of the real world centuries ago in the infinite loop. Here, everyone just wants to live, no one writes history books, no one will remember the glory of the dead. No matter how much you call the wind and rain when you are alive, you will not be remembered after death. Some survivors even joked that every three years is an infinite cycle of rebirth. After all, very few people can live here for three years. The Guiguzi in Zhuge''s secret mouth is the only legend that exists in the trainees'' word of mouth. How legendary is he? It is said that it is really the same as this name, knowing astronomy and geography, knowing all about ghosts and gods, and even... to see the future. The black-haired man spoke slowly, "Back then, the teacher was only a little bit able to save everyone from this game." As for the natural result, there is no need to say more, otherwise they won''t be pressing here anymore. "Although it failed. But when the teacher was dying, he opened the altar and consumed the power of heaven and earth, and finally counted." "Ten years from now, there will be a stranger with a very different appearance entering an infinite loop, inheriting his will, and fulfilling his last wish. And I¡ª" Zhuge said secretly, "It''s the one who is ordered to wait here and assist you." Chapter 66: King game Are you instructed to wait here and assist? Zong Jiu: "..." This is perfectly in line with the model of "the first emperor had not started his own business but the middle way collapsed, and the emperor knew his officials cautiously, so he sent his ministers to major events when they collapsed." Did Gui Guzi also write an article about becoming a teacher? Good guy, did he penetrate into the infinite stream of horror or into the script of the Three Kingdoms Hegemony? How come the style of painting is wrong when I get to Zhuge An''s place? Zong Jiu looked at Zhuge An''s particularly cold ascetic face, and he stopped talking, afraid that he would call out "Master" in the next second. Fortunately, Zhuge secretly didn''t seem to mean that. The black-haired man had a flat face and continued to speak in a voice without undulations. In fact, there is not much new idea about the content of the prophecy. It''s nothing more than Guiguzi, in the infinite cycle after ten years, there will be a savior from a foreign land, inheriting his unfinished business, and saving everyone from this endless desperate cycle of reincarnation. Of course, if only the existence of the savior was predicted in the prophecy, then it wouldn''t be the case that Guiguzi and his elders left a student specifically for him to assist him by name. Very old-fashioned, there is also a great demon in the prophecy who is tirelessly opposing the cause of justice. This great demon and ultimate villain is the enemy of the savior. Not only is he incomprehensible, but he also likes to jump around and make troubles, but he has to fight against the savior and obstruct the accomplishment of the ultimate cause. Zhuge secretly said that he has been following the teacher''s last wishes and waiting for the arrival of the savior. The messenger in the prophecy appeared in the infinite loop a few years earlier, and he was still a very charismatic lunatic, with a large number of fanatic followers. That''s right, it''s the no.1 demon who is keen to pick things up and watch the excitement. Inexplicably, he became the savior''s Zongjiu:? After digesting a lot of news for a long time, the white-haired young man asked aloud, "So, you have been waiting in an infinite loop for ten years?" Zhuge shook his head secretly, "I haven''t seen the teacher himself." There is no way to escape from this world in the infinite loop, just as survivors cannot escape from the category of "human beings", are always under the food chain of ghosts and monsters, and cannot kill each other. It is a well-known iron law. For so many years, only the thriller trainee competition has provided a way out of the world. As we all know, the trainees who made their debut in the thriller contest can get a universal wish ticket. The main system made a promise when recruiting survivors to sign up. This voucher can fulfill all wishes. Even the absurd wish of trainees to leave human beings and become gods on the spot can also be realized. Just like Zhuge said secretly, because the main system blurs the memory, most of the survivors will subconsciously ignore their lives and experiences in the real world. Even the few people who remember all of this rarely regard returning to the real world as their goal or ideal. Prior to this, in the infinite loop, only the senior Guiguzi had done something with the ambition and idea of ??"saving others and getting out of this world". The prophecy clearly stated several ways to find the savior, one of which is that if a person with such an idea also appears, there is no doubt that he is the one who inherited the will of Guiguzi. "It was only the last step that year to succeed, but it was a pity that it fell short." Zhuge''s dark face was calm, "Fortunately, in the end, Gui Guzi left behind and sealed a part of his consciousness in the Tai Chi gossip plate, waiting for later generations to open this dusty past." "So it''s not ten years as you thought. Two years ago, I became a teacher''s student after getting this S-level prop from the S-level dungeon Fengshen Kingdom." Tai Chi Bagua Pan? Zong Jiu''s gaze shifted to the special S-level item on the ground. Since Guiguzi can count that someone who inherits his will will arrive in ten years, it can naturally be counted who will get the Tai Chi gossip plate. Thinking from this perspective, Zhuge An is indeed a student appointed by him. Zhuge said dimly, "Before you arrive, no one in the infinite loop has the ability to be immune to No. 1, and no one has the power to resist him." "The purpose of no.1 is to keep everyone in this endless looping world." Zong Jiu thought for a while, and felt that the possibility was quite high. Infinite loops are **** for ordinary people, and heaven and stage for lunatics. It''s not impossible to see the devil playing happily in an infinite loop. Having said that, what else does Zong Jiu do not understand? "After all, you just want to find someone who can fulfill the will of Guiguzi." The white-haired young man spread his hands, "But I am not interested in saving the world. There was a big misunderstanding in the middle." Not only is he not interested, but Zong Jiu even thinks this infinite loop is very fun. The essence of the words that were said in the dungeon of the deserted village was just casually speaking, but Zhuge An didn''t expect Zhugean to take it seriously. But after all, Zong Jiu himself did not expect that there was such a story before him. If he was Zhuge dark, he might be fooled. Zong Jiu said euphemistically, "If I can get a universal wishing ticket, maybe I will consider it, but I am only Grade C now, so you really value me too much." As of now, the competition has only passed two rounds. Even if Zong Jiu had confidence in him, he never thought that he would definitely make his C debut. After all, there is only one position, the strong enemy is currently, and the variables are also big. Ordinary people don''t even dare to think about Xiao Xiang at the S-level, so they will go to Xiao Xiang''s no.1 position? The black-haired man said coldly, "I don''t believe in you, but in Guiguzi''s prophecy." That Zong Jiu''s answer was even more straightforward. "I still have only one answer. The magician never believes in prophecies." Zhuge was unmoved, "I only do what the teacher has given me, and I don''t need anyone''s consent." When he said so, Zong Jiu smiled slowly. "You know what, I think this sentence is more in line with your character." The white-haired youth is very meaningful, "Because I know that you are by no means a person willing to help others honestly." Zhuge Liang is a model of a dedicated loyal minister, Zhuge An is definitely not, not only not, but the opposite. Hearing this, the person who was still sitting cross-legged in the old **** finally raised his eyes. Zhuge glanced at Zong Jiu deeply, but he didn''t answer, instead he started another topic. "You''d better be promoted to level B before the next instance is opened." "Of course, it is your freedom to choose to believe it or not, and I am only responsible for telling it." ...... Zong Jiu, who had left the no.3 dormitory, was lost in thought. At first glance, Zhugean''s rhetoric is so rigorous that people can''t find the mistakes and faults in it. Guiguzi does exist. As long as Zong Jiu is interested in inquiring, it is not difficult to find out if the rhetoric is as Zhuge secretly said, and the other party does not need to falsify such insignificant details. Strange to say, the more it seemed that there was no problem, the more Zong Jiu felt that the problem was bigger. One of the most suspicious is Zhuge''s dark attitude. If he is really a veteran who is waiting for the savior in an infinite loop, then he can still have this attitude? With an arrogant and conceited character like Zhuge An, Zong Jiu would rather believe that he ruled the savior, and then became the savior by himself, which was more reliable than he was a loyal veteran. In short, Zong Jiu had no intention of believing Zhuge An''s nonsense. He should have heard a story, and forget it, whoever believes it is stupid. However, Zhuge secretly said that Zong Jiu still intends to make a new one. That is the phrase "upgrade to level B before the next dungeon". Because Zhuge secretly said this sentence, he was announced by the main system that he had deducted 20,000 survival points for revealing information. Zong Jiu sat next to him and just heard it. High-level trainees have the privilege of knowing the content of the next dungeon in advance, and high-level S-levels like Zhuge An can even choose from the options given by the main system. After each level rating, the main system will emphasize once again that high-level trainees are not allowed to disclose or buy or sell information to low-level trainees, otherwise they will be severely punished. Zhuge committed crimes secretly and was caught in a typical case. In other words, Zong Jiu didn''t believe him, but the main system had deducted points, which showed that the information that Zhuge secretly informed had a certain value. Zong Jiu decided to believe in one letter. The rating is now over. If you want to headwind, you can only rely on special events. Zhuge secretly calculated a divination for him and asked him to participate in a special event. The king who got the S-level game table draws a blind box with the serial number 7. So after Zong Jiu spent another day in his room, he slowly moved to the outdoor bar and watched a few games of kings. The Kings game is also divided into levels, like the casino tables in Las Vegas, divided into five levels of SABCD. The lower the level, the lower the reward, the lighter the punishment, and the less difficult the command. Each round is divided into three rounds, and the number of players at each table is limited to ten. This means that only three kings will be produced in each round, and six ordered objects will be selected. The commanded object can get extra rewards for completing the order. Players who win the king will also get extra rewards. Players who don''t get the order will get rewards. This also means that as long as the trainees have good luck, they can even paddle for three rounds and reward them for white prostitution. In general, this game sounds more human than Las Vegas. But in fact, the rewards that low-level gaming tables can get are minimal, and the commands are extremely ironic. There was even a humiliating command like "kneel down and lick the king''s shoe upper". High-level game tables have generous rewards, and commands are more cruel, challenging human nature naked/naked. Zong Jiu watched as a happy game table finally evolved into a fight among all the trainees. The main system also said that special activities are carried out to "promote the friendship of trainees", which is really nonsense with your eyes open. After playing this round of the game, it''s not bad to be able to avoid enmity. The white-haired magician shook his head and stepped forward on his own. The staff stood in front of the game area and asked respectfully: "Hello sir, do you want to open the table alone or join the game directly?" "Open the table alone, S grade." Many trainees who secretly watched all exclaimed. The difficulty of the S-level King game is self-evident. Only one table was opened in the past two days. One of the trainees failed to complete the task. Many people are eager to try. After all, the main system said clearly this time that no cheating of any kind is allowed. Everyone is waiting to see the joke of the magician. Chapter 67: King game There are live cameras in the area where the Kings game is launched, and the barrage begins to discuss one by one. [This is a game of luck. You can¡¯t cheat. The magician was able to pay a thousand dollars before, but of course not now] [There is a rule book for trainees posted on the forum, but the last one is marked in red. Actually I think the main system is deliberately targeting the magician 2333333] [What about deliberately, the royal flush came out in the casino before, you said it¡¯s outrageous] [Who knew that he was a magician at the time. Putting a magician into a casino is not a reason to put vampires in the crowd. If the main system fails, the intestines will be regrettable.] [Hahahahaha, this time the magician can''t cheat, it''s worth seeing] Not only watching the barrage music, the trainees are also eager to try. In the casino earlier, they could also say that their skills are inferior to others. Now it''s time to just look at luck. It''s not a good time to take revenge if you don''t call the ground every day. Especially those old people, especially those who were robbed by Zong Jiu in the last copy, just want to educate this two-five-eighty-thousand newcomer. Cao Hongtao didn''t kill him in the first place, and his teeth were itchy. Naturally, he was the first to stand up. He stood up while calling out friends. It''s a pity that other old people don''t sell his account. They are not foolish. Now magicians are favored by all parties. If they can form a good destiny, they must be a good destiny. If they can''t sin, they won''t be sinful. There is no need to have trouble with a potential newcomer. Besides, this is not a house game, it is an S-level game table! In the unlikely event that they were selected to execute the order but failed to complete, the tragic deaths of the previous trainees are the most vivid example. Cao Hongtao couldn''t call someone, and his face suddenly became a little bad. Seeing this, Xu Su, who was standing on the side, immediately pulled Xu Sen''s clothes, "Brother Nine has been bullied, so why don''t we go?" Xu Sen hesitated, "This is an S-level game table..." "Old Xu, you have to be loyal! Brother Nine brought us a book before." Xu Su patted his thigh, "Well, if you don''t go to me, anyway, I''ve had good luck since I was a child. I have to cut my ribs when Brother Nine is in trouble!" Zong Jiuquan didn''t see those disturbing eyes. He specifically confirmed that today''s bartender is not no.1, but he is still not at ease, so he has to do it himself and make a cup of chrysanthemum and wolfberry. When Zong Jiu returned with tea, he found that the game table was full of ten people. He, Cao Hongtao, Xu Su, Xu Sen, no.7 Messiah, no.10 Onmyoji, no.8 Black Wizard, no.4 Exorcist who only exchanged rankings with Black Azan not long ago, A-level Trainee Lin Guoxing, and another B-level trainee Feng Yucheng. A small game table has gathered four S-class bosses! The crowds onlookers all gasped for air-conditioning, and the barrage started to swipe the screen one by one, and the number of online users is currently rising. [Grass, it''s irritating] [What''s the situation, why are all S-levels coming to this table? It seems that everyone is very interested in the magician. jpg] [What do you think, two S-level game tables have been opened in the past two days, the last one suffered heavy casualties, and now another one is opened, of course the S-level boss will come] [Hahahahahaha my god, how come onmyoji to participate in this game, this is a game of luck] [Puff, I laughed to death, is he here to give warmth to the newcomer 23333] Zong Jiu''s eyes were sharp when he saw Lin Guoxing. In the deserted village dungeon, he determined that this person was the devil''s puppet, but when he went to pull the line on the opponent''s head, he felt empty, and then found that the black Azan was/operated. Zong Jiu didn''t know at that time, but now he understands. One of the ways that the devil implants the puppet silk is a wound that needs to bleed. At that time, No. 1 manipulated Lin Guoxing to approach Azan in Black with bitter meat, and finally successfully manipulated No. 5. However, Lin Guoxing became an abandoned son, and it was not easy to survive in the end. "Abandon me, the tea is a little thick, I''ll add some more water." To be cautious, Zong Jiu pretended to go back to change the water. Taking advantage of his time in the pantry, he took another tarot test to see if the devil had re-manipulated the hapless A-level trainee. The result is justice. But Zong Jiu didn''t believe that the devil was not on this game table. He felt that the other party would definitely not let go of this great opportunity to plot to himself. Two opportunities for divination are left. The white-haired young man thought for a while, and drew a no.8 black wizard, and drew a no.7 Messiah. The former is the hermit''s position, the latter... Zong Jiu sneered looking at the devil in his hand. When Lin Guoxing had five puppet threads on his head, the card Zong Jiu drew was the devil''s position; Anthony had only two threads on his head, so it was the devil''s inversion. From this, it can be seen that the devil''s reversal is incomplete manipulation, and the devil''s upright is completely manipulated. And what the Messiah pulled out turned out to be the devil in the right position, which meant that...the Son was already a completely manipulated puppet. As soon as this conclusion came out, Zong Jiu also remembered some clues to follow. For example, someone once accidentally mentioned that Shengzi became weird after participating in the horror trainee competition, but it wasn''t that weird. For example, the Messiah had a reputation in front of the copy of the mental hospital at the beginning, and even the original description spent a lot of adjectives, which definitely shows how helpful the Son was once. What is strange is that there are descriptions from the perspective of Zhugean and even the original owner, but there is no description from the first perspective of Messiah. For example, Zong Jiu''s guess that the Messiah was the inner ghost was not wrong. Perhaps...The Messiah was controlled long before the start of the thriller trainee competition. Good guy, the devil''s hole card is not only a good pick, but also really deep enough. Because the S-level trainees are all extraordinary, Zong Jiu couldn''t touch the top of their heads. If it weren''t for the Tarot card, which predicts the future, even he would have to be blinded. "Sorry, everyone has been waiting for a long time." After returning, Zong Jiu specially chose a seat far from the Messiah. The blond son gave a smile without haze, "It''s okay." The white-haired young man replied with a polite smile, as if he not only glanced at him intentionally, with a vague premonition in his heart. Unless the demon takes the initiative to abandon this puppet, the deeply manipulated puppet will never be able to escape his control. Zhuge secretly didn''t say what the purpose of the devil was, but now Zong Jiu roughly guessed it. First, I borrowed A-level trainees to manipulate the No.5 black Azan as a springboard, and deeply manipulated the No.7 Messiah early, plus the body of No.1, let alone the rest of the S-level. Know if there is any being/manipulated. ...His purpose is probably to manipulate all S-classes. If this is the case, even if there are many variables, the universal wishing coupon is also in the bag of the devil. Then in this one, what deal did the main system reach with the devil? Why is no.1 able to enjoy so many privileges in the game? Obviously it is a universal wishing ticket issued by the main system. If you want it, you can just use it for personal gains, why bother? Is there any information in this that he doesn''t know? The mysteries are rolling in one by one, making people overwhelmed. Zong Jiu rubbed his temples, temporarily gave up thinking, "Let''s get started." [Start the game at table 7] [The cards are being shuffled, please wait...] Playing games is naturally not as exciting as a casino, and this condition is not so restrictive. People are relatively relaxed in sitting posture. Pushing various kinds of dining car desserts, wine glasses and juice waiters interspersed in front of each game table; distant waves crashed on the reef, making a roar. The river flows on the floor of the open-air bar, and the reflection of the stars can be seen through the top, and the atmosphere is warm and lazy. In order to ensure fairness and selflessness, the shuffling process of the main system in the King''s game is very cumbersome. Everyone has to press the shuffle button once in the air. I was a little boring while waiting. Zong Jiu turned around and saw that he was sitting beside him with the exorcist no.4 and the onmyoji no.10, so he started talking. "Oh, I remember you, were you the one who folded at the central table before?" Speaking of this, Zong Jiu still has some regrets. If Onmyoji did not fold in the final round but chose allin, he could still collect tens of thousands of chips. The Onmyoji gave him a sad look, and didn''t want to answer the conversation. He didn''t answer, and the no.4 on the other side was happy. The exorcist laughed loudly and lowered his voice, "Little brother Zong, don''t put a knife in others'' hearts." No.10 is also the No. 1 boss-level character in the infinite loop, and everyone generally calls him the Tuyumen. Tomimon itself is an extremely famous onmyoji family surname. It is said to be a descendant of the famous onmyoji Abe Haruaki during the Heian period. Like everyone else, Tuyumen didn''t originally have this surname. He got an adventure in the S-level instance "Hyakki Yexing", and was fortunate enough to inherit the Yin and Yang Dao of the Tuyumen family. For the convenience of remembering, other people didn''t bother to call his real name, and directly used the three characters for Tuyumen. When it comes to Tuyumen, the most famous thing is not his strength, but his hapless luck. No one knows why he is so unlucky, anyway, as long as it is anything that is tied to luck, he has never succeeded. However, Tuyumen became more frustrated and courageous. He vowed to say that he hadn''t been such a non-chief before becoming an Onmyoji, and he had repeatedly defeated and fought and became a fixed program in an infinite loop. I don''t know how many casinos open gambling when he turns over. The odds are scary. After hearing the exorcist''s words, Tu Yumen gritted his teeth, "I must be ashamed this time!" Zong Jiu said that he didn''t understand the pain. After all, his luck has always been good. How do you say that sentence, non-deal can''t beat Europe, and Africans don''t understand the happiness of European Emperor. [The shuffling is over... the cards are being dealt] [End of licensing] [Announce the order of this round: get the ribs of any player at the same table, for a limited time of three minutes] [If the command fails, it will be erased on the spot] [Now, ask the king to hold up the card] A pale hand stretched out from under the hooded black robe, and the clown on it grinned. no.8 Black Wizard, the king of this round. Chapter 68: King game (Anti-theft has been replaced) The voice of the main system rang coldly. [Please appoint two players arbitrarily to complete this game] The trainees sitting on the table waited in full, and they didn''t dare to show up. The exorcist laughed, "This command is a bit interesting, hurry up and pick two quick decisions." Everyone''s cards are pressed on the table, and everyone only knows their own cards. The king can only choose blindly, and he has to complete the order when he clicks on the two hapless ones. As soon as this order was issued, it immediately attracted everyone''s attention. The barrage slapped their tongues. [This command is absolutely perfect, this is to let the people at the table kill each other] [And it''s only three minutes... As expected, a veritable game of friends, waving. jpg] [Looking at the strength distribution of this table, there is no doubt about the four S-levels, the three of A-level and B-level can also be excluded for the time being. Although the magician is C-level, don¡¯t think about it. There is also a C-level Xu Sen. At least it¡¯s still an old man, so there is still a D-class rookie left, meditating] [D grade? Good guy, there are newcomers who are so naive, join the lineup of fairy fights] [It''s just the ribs, it can be recovered after taking it out, but the pain is really painful, I can only pick a soft persimmon] In fact, there is no need for barrage analysis, and the atmosphere on the game table has begun to be creepy. Many people would turn their gazes on Xu Su''s body if they didn''t. They believed that if they were drawn, they would first consider taking this D-class operation. The black wizard hadn''t announced the answer yet, instead he took a blind box of the king without hesitation. The wrist exposed by the leader of the witch demon guild was extremely pale, like a corpse that had not seen the light for many years, and it matched Zong Jiu''s appearance of albinism. [Congratulations to the king for this round of obtaining special items: Swamp Potions (B-level consumables)] The trainees around the game table are frying pan. "It''s worthy of being an S-level game table. The King''s Blind Box is also a special item of B-level, which is really good." "Then you don''t look at what the punishment is. If you fail, you will be wiped out on the spot, and you must have your life." "I don''t know who will be spotted. What should I do if I can''t beat others and kill it on the spot?" The black wizard picked up the strange dark green potion from the blind box and shook it in his hand, looking very satisfied with the reward. [Please appoint two players arbitrarily to complete this game] The system prompt repeats it again. "Then-Heart 7 and Heart 2." The black wizard turned over his hidden card, very good, he did not pit himself. At the game table, the two people holding these two cards suddenly turned pale. One is Cao Hongtao, the other is...Xu Sen. Almost at the moment when no.8 hoarse voice fell, Cao Hongtao jumped up from his seat and rushed towards Xu Su. It''s a pity that his movements were only halfway through, and a burning pain came from his arm. In an instant, a shallow but **** wound ran across his hand, and what followed was a playing card that was nailed into the game table deeply like a strong wind. "Magic, what do you mean?!" Cao Hongtao was furious. Zong Jiu ignored the announcement from the main system that he had deducted survival points for attacking trainees, and raised his chin, "Nothing else, Xu Su is the little brother under my cover. You hit the little brother, the boss shot, what''s the problem? ?" He looked at Cao Hongtao still trying to step forward, and curled his mouth. "You can try, whether you are fast or my playing cards are fast. It just so happens that I exchanged so many chips in Las Vegas, even if the main system has to deduct it, there is no need to worry about it." Sen Leng''s murderous aura quietly enveloped Cao Hongtao, and the latter''s pupils shrank slightly. For a moment, he felt that as long as he dared to go one step further, he might really be unable to survive or die. Seeing this scene, Xu Su was so moved that he almost cried, "Nine brothers oooooo..." But now is really not the time for his tearful eyes. Because besides Cao Hongtao, the other person on the game table is Xu Sen! The blood red numbers floating on the game table decrease every second. Three minutes, 180 seconds, a little half a minute later. A sharp knife gleaming with cold light appeared in Xu Sen''s hand. Xu Su gritted his teeth, stood up suddenly from his seat, closed his eyes bravely, and opened his clothes to Xu Sen. "Old Xu, you need to be responsible. I brought you in. I''m responsible. You can dig it! The husband doesn''t cry, I can bear it!" Xu Sen, who had been silent for a long time, glanced at Xu Su with a foolish look, then suddenly turned the head of the knife in his hand and drew it towards his chest. "L......" Blood spurted from the bottom of his right chest like a fountain, and the white-cut meat was immediately covered with scarlet. Xu Sen oozes fine and dense cold sweat on his head, and the veins on his arms are violent, bloodshot eyes staring at the red countdown on the game table. His hands were covered with shocking blood, but he still firmly put the bone eliminator under his chest and slowly rotated it. Everyone only heard a stabbing sound. This boning knife is an F-class prop that can easily cut bones in an instant. Xu Su was frightened, "Xu, Old Xu, what are you doing, are you crazy?!" Seeing how he hadn''t reacted yet, Xu Sen endured the pain and said angrily, "Can you use your brain? The information that Brother Nine just handed over is not enough?" Many onlookers were frightened by this scene. [Fogweed, why did he cut it off against himself? ¡¿ [What''s the matter? Isn''t it hostile to each other? Why suddenly the style of painting becomes self-harm? ? ¡¿ A few barrage suddenly flashed. [Wait, the original text of the main system command is to get the ribs of any player at the same table, take your own ribs, it¡¯s okay] [Oh my god...I can''t think of it in a short time, right] [No, you have found that there is a loophole in the command of the main system. Just now the magician attacked the B-level, but the main system deducted the survival point because the trainees have an iron law that they cannot kill each other. If you set the goal to take other people¡¯s ribs from the beginning, not only is it difficult to achieve, but even if you succeed, you will have to deduct a large amount of survival points. No wonder Xu Sen said that the magician was helping to pass information, alas, he is really a good person] [It¡¯s right upstairs. I think about it now. It¡¯s really difficult to fight someone and get ribs in three minutes. Unless you target yourself from the beginning, you don¡¯t need to deduct survival points. And it can complete the command] [Think of it this way, this C-level is really a guy] [Isn¡¯t it, in this case, not only is calm but also cruel to myself, I am optimistic about him] The main system is digging holes for the trainees to jump brightly. People are selfish. When everyone hears this command, they will subconsciously choose to take bones from other people instead of themselves. A lot of people can see this at this game table, but most of them chose to watch. However, Xu Sen''s unbridled behavior was unanimously praised, and the exorcist blew a whistle and gave a thumbs up. With twenty seconds left, Xu Sen let out a sigh of relief and placed the **** ribs in the box where the main system received the order items. [C-level trainee Xu Sen has completed the order and received a reward: the number of blind box selections X1] Upon seeing this, the Messiah, who had been standing by for a long time with the high priest''s staff, immediately began to chant in a low voice. The golden healing light gathered and circulated in the air, and after falling on Xu Sen, the latter''s complexion immediately became a little more bloody, and the wound was immediately visible and no more bleeding. During the game of Kings, trainees cannot apply for the perfect treatment of 500 survival points. The ribs can only be restored after the three rounds of the game are over. Fortunately, this table also comes with a treatment, at least not so painful, but also a blessing in misfortune. "Thank you, your Excellency." Xu Sen quickly thanked him in a low voice. On the other side, Cao Hongtao hurried around. Anyway, he is also a B-level trainee. After Xu Sen and Xu Su had such a conversation, he naturally figured out the key points. In addition, after seeing the help of Messiah, he also decisively followed suit, holding a knife to his chest. Poke up. It is a pity that Cao Hongtao was behind a lot of time. By the time he figured this out, half of the time had passed, and naturally he was not as prepared as Xu Sen. In a hurry, he didn''t realize that he was holding an ordinary knife. Can an ordinary knife chop off bones? After cutting his ribs several times in a row, but turned his face pale in pain, Cao Hongtao cursed. The thick blood rolled over his hand, and the severe pain that followed made people unable to hold the knife. It''s a pity that he doesn''t have more time to replace it. Ten seconds left. Cao Hongtao''s eyes were bloodshot, and he had a strong force. He is a trainee who has strengthened his strength, so when he cuts with energy, he really suddenly cut off one of his ribs. According to this trend, he could finish the task before the end of time. But unfortunately, after cutting one side of the ribs, this ordinary knife was forced to break, half of it failed to hold back its force, and plunged deeply into his abdominal cavity, restraining the next action. ¡¾time up¡¿ The main system said coldly [B-level trainee Cao Hongtao failed to complete the order, the punishment will be executed immediately] "Ah ah ah ah ah-" Cao Hongtao let out a scream. His appearance has long been miserable enough. His chest was cut open, revealing Bai Sensen''s ribs, one of which was cut in half, and he was about to hang on his chest without falling off, looking terrifying. After the main system coldly ordered, the bones were all instantly grabbed by an invisible hand, one by one, being ripped out of his body together with sticky flesh and blood. What will a person look like after losing his bones? No one knows the answer, but now everyone knows it. It can no longer be called a human, but is similar to a mixture of blood and a layer of flesh, because there is no skeleton support, it collapsed softly, flowing into a pool on the ground, and the facial features were twisted and adhered. [Punishment is completed, B-level trainee Cao Hongtao is confirmed dead] "vomit-" Onlookers, some newcomers with poor mental capacity are already retching. Many people watched the excitement. At this moment, they witnessed the scene of the tragedy and realized that the S-level game table was no joke. Anyway, the organ trading in Las Vegas is far from the eye-catching impact that is now obliterated by the Kings game scene. [The first round of the game is over, the next round of the game will start in ten minutes]   Chapter 69: King game After this small round of games was over, there was a little silence on the entire game table. How tragic the death of Cao Hongtao was, but it really appeared in front of everyone. Even because it was directly obliterated by the main system, his boneless corpse was not able to survive. There is no way to be exorcised by the exorcist. The senior trainees of the S-level and A-level are okay. They have all seen strong winds and waves. They have seen even more tragic scenes, and the other side has accepted the scenes well. Xu Su was too scared at first, but he still thought in his heart that he was the one who pulled Xu Sen into the game of kings. After experiencing the **** incident just now, the word guilt was written directly on Xu Su''s face, and now he felt warm in front of Xu Sen. He would serve him tea for a while and ask him if he still hurts or whether he would like to send it to the main system. Change a painkiller or anesthetic at a high price. Xu Sen couldn''t laugh or cry, "The most painful time has passed, how much pain can it still be now?" "Besides, it''s my choice whether to participate or not. What''s more, I got a blessing in disguise. Compared with my future survival, this pain is too much." The reward after completing the command is a blind box of props. Xu Sen was lucky enough, and out of thin air, he came out with a very rare A-level functional prop, which aroused the eyes of many onlookers. Xu Sen is just an ordinary C-level trainee. But that is an A-level item! There are only a few S-level items in total, no one dares to think about it, and there are not much A-level items. Today''s A-level trainees don''t necessarily have everyone, and many of them rely on other abilities to force them up. Xu Sen''s temperament is pretty good in all aspects, but what he lacks is the special props to take advantage of. It is conceivable that after getting this A-level prop, he must be even more powerful. Several S-class players at the same game table also appreciate his coolness and decisiveness. Even after Xu Sen drew out the A-level props, no.8 also expressed his intention to solicit the witchcraft. In the Middle Ages, the Witchcraft Club was said to be a rally held by wizards and demons. It is said that wizards held a black mass at the rally, insulting God, stepping on the cross, and sprinkling filth on the crucified Jesus. At that time, the Holy See was regarded as a symbol of heresy and unknown, and set off a vigorous hunt for witches. Although the witchcraft society in the infinite loop is not so extreme, it has inherited the influence of historical factors, and its relationship with the temple organization headed by the Son of Messiah is in dire straits. Like the nature of the night clan, almost all the witches solicited are those who play witchcraft. There are both Eastern and Western witchcraft. Although the number of people is small due to professional reasons, the overall strength is absolutely not bad. They are also famous for infinite loops. One of the organizations. Being able to get the solicitation of this large organization was also unexpected by Xu Sen. But the surprise turned to surprise. After the surprise, he shook his head very confidently, "Thank you for your kindness, but I am also one of the younger brothers of Brother Nine, and it is impossible to betray the boss." Inexplicably, Zong Jiu became a younger brother:? ? ? The barrage suddenly realized. [No wonder the magician had to help him before, it turns out that Xu Sen is also the younger brother of the magician] [I remember him, he and Xu Su were both covered by magicians when they were in the deserted village. At that time, there were more than a dozen newcomers in the magician¡¯s camp, and all of them were loyal to him] [Indeed, my impression of the magician is also in the deserted village copy. The ideal he said during the campfire night talk is great. I used to blame good people. jpg] [Wait, don¡¯t you think that the process of recruiting younger brothers and recognizing bosses is very similar...Uh, recruiting and buying horses and establishing your own influence? Count down the establishment of the infinite loop power, not all of them are this process] ¡¾Ok? ? ? Unexpectedly, the white-haired beauty, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, would also want to establish a power, as if seeing a new power rising(?)] Such obvious things can be guessed by the barrage, and of course the people at the game table can also. The leader of the temple and the leader of the sorcerer can be seated on the game table. Messiah didn''t say anything, but gave Zong Jiu an encouraging smile, which was in line with his usual character, compassionate and compassionate and kind. "In that case, I was abrupt." The black wizard glanced at Zong Jiu, the dark green eyes under his hood were indifferent, neither hostile nor kind, just not looking at a living creature without any emotion. The popularity and achievements of the magician in the thriller trainee competition are obvious to all. Although he is only Grade C now, no one would dare to underestimate him. I acquiesced in my heart that this newcomer who was optimistic about no.1, no.2, and no.3 at the same time had a boundless future and a bright future. Even if Mu Xiuyu Lin Feng would destroy it, no one would face him in the face, and at most they would silently pray that he would die in the next instance. The attitudes of other S-classes toward him are not lukewarm. But if the magician is also starting to prepare to establish his own power, it''s a different matter. Presumably, this rumor will spread throughout the thriller trainee dormitory in a short time. At that time, I don''t know how many new people will rush to join. Only free people like Tuyumen and Exorcists were unaffected by this. The exorcist was still smiling at Tu Yumen, "You are lucky today, I thought you would be spotted in the first round." Master Onmyoji snorted coldly, "I have said that today I will change my fate against the sky, don''t you believe it?" "So confident?" Compared with other trainees, the exorcist knows more about the physique of Tu Yumen. Some inheritances often have strange side effects. For example, a high-ranking A-level once received a bottle of dragon''s blood, which not only greatly increased his strength, but also manifested dragon scales on his body. But it has also been infected with certain habits of the dragon family, such as a special preference for shiny things. Another example is no.9, the top psychic medium. As long as he enters a copy with a lower level, he can even get key clues from the souls or remnants of the dead. The side effect is that he is easily irritated by the spirit body''s grievances and has a nervous breakdown. He even spent a lot of money to buy a shielding device. When there is no copy of the shielding device, he can sleep well. Like Tu Yumen, many people doubted whether it was because of the Onmyoji inheritance that made him unlucky. After all, before becoming an Onmyoji, his luck was far from that bad. "Look at it. Last time I was in Las Vegas, I traded for a good thing. Today I will definitely be a European. [The boss of Tuyumen always said that 23333] [And repeated defeats, repeated defeats, alas, this is a repertoire] [But the big guys have a good mentality. I didn¡¯t look at the cards at the center table before, so I just don¡¯t bet forward, I¡¯m very decisive and stop losses in time] [Nengfeicheng is a kind of talent after all, funny.jpg] Ten minutes later, the announcement of the main system sounded again. [The second round of the game begins, and the cards are being shuffled...] [The shuffling is over, the cards are being dealt...] [End of licensing] A card suddenly appeared on everyone''s table. [Announce the order of this round: Please choose two players, the player who arrives on the lawn first will survive] [If the command fails, it will be erased on the spot] [Now, ask the king to hold up the card] The white-haired young man raised his hand lazily, "It looks like I''m lucky?" It''s not bad indeed. After all, Zhuge secretly told him that the information designated the king''s blind box. This means that if he can''t draw the king, he has to keep playing. Fortunately, Zong Jiu''s luck was really good. It was only in the second round of the mini game that he won the king and successfully completed the task. Like the Black Wizard, Zong Jiu didn''t announce which two players first, but drew a blind king box. The King¡¯s Blind Box is a row of gray boxes that land on the game table, marked with a serial number from one to ten, for players who have drawn the king in this round to draw. Not only can you draw random items, you can also draw survival points or special surprise rewards. There is no doubt that Zong Jiu opened the blind box with serial number 7. [Congratulations to the king for this round of special surprise rewards: the level of trainees increased by one level] In the next second, the green C-level trainee badge on Zong Jiu''s body turned into a yellow B-level trainee badge. At the same time, the main system also prompted him to change the dormitory. From the C-level deluxe single room on the fourth floor to the B-level executive suite on the fifth floor, the executive lounge and telephone delivery service on the same floor are also open. The trainees onlookers were a little surprised. "Can the special surprise reward drawn from the blind box raise the level of trainees?" "Surprised, if there is an A-level draw to this, wouldn¡¯t it be a direct promotion to S? But there are only ten seats in the S-level. Is it necessary to add seats or to squeeze people?" "What do you think? I watched more than a dozen games of Kings, and the magician and another D-level trainee have drawn out special surprise rewards. The D-level special surprise reward is still a reward for a self-selected copy. It¡¯s the first time I''ve seen you for promotion." "This reward sounds pretty good, so it''s better to give it some survival points. Who knows if the rating will fall next time." It is impossible to say a little bit. The higher the initial rating, the more difficult it is to fall. For example, where the initial evaluation of S-level trainees is placed, even if the chain is dropped in a certain dungeon, it will be included in the weight of the previous S-level when re-evaluating, and the possibility of losing the level is smaller. A typical example is that although Zong Jiu revealed the identity of Messiah in the first copy and asked Messiah to get an A in systematic evaluation, his comprehensive strength and evaluation still kept him in the no. . After drawing the blind box, Zong Jiu glanced at Xu Sen''s pale face that hadn''t recovered, and quickly designated two players. "Heart 5 and Heart 3, please complete this round of orders." The Onmyoji tossed his Red Heart 5 and stood up from his seat with a sigh, "How is it possible?! But I spent a lot of money in Las Vegas to exchange for a bad luck charm¡ª¡ª" [Fuck, is it the A-level symbol with a fifty thousand chips] [...Buy a good luck for fifty thousand yuan, maybe this is the boss] As a result, when Tu Yumen took out the good luck charm, everyone was silent for a moment. Because that bad luck charm has changed from khaki to dark black. The main system even reminds [The A-level item has reached the upper limit of the amount of bad luck absorbed] The exorcist laughed the loudest. He put the Red Heart 3 on his hand and patted Tu Yumen on the shoulder, "Xuan can''t help you, Krypton won''t change your life. Don''t struggle, let''s go brother." Chapter 70: King game Tu Yumen was quacked by the exorcist and laughed so much that his brain hurts. Looking back, he was holding Heart 3 in his hand, and he was immediately angry, "You **** are all non-Chiefs, are you still laughing so loudly here?" The exorcist is still laughing: "This is only the beginning of the round, your A-level absorbing the doom charm is useless, you say I should laugh." Master Onmyoji is about to kick him. One by one the barrage was staggering with laughter. [Hahahahaha, these two people are too funny too! ! ¡¿ [I found that the exorcist boss is really the king of the sea king, and he has a good relationship with any S-level. I used to talk to the black Azan of the Cursed Squad, and I was able to chat with no.6. I always feel that there is no one in the S-level who he doesn¡¯t know.] [People have a good personality, they are careless and generous, and they are also more humorous, even Zhuge dare to go up and talk] [No, no, no, you made a mistake upstairs upstairs, the exorcist must be less than no.1 adults] [That adult has basically never interacted with other trainees... Oh, except for the magician''s rose that was given to the casino last time] Smile, everyone is still a little worried. The Tuyumen is Heart 5, and the Exorcist is Heart 3. The two of them have a non-chief physique that can make people laugh every time, and the other is very popular among ordinary survivors because of their approachable and interesting personality. Although there is no time requirement, the task requires the trainees who arrive on the lawn first to survive. This news is undoubtedly pressing on everyone''s hearts like a huge boulder. [Oh, I really like these two big guys, if one is destined to have an accident...Oh] [Everyone, don¡¯t be so pessimistic, they are all S-level wow, think about it, the ordinary people in Las Vegas had to use their lives to exchange five thousand chips. These S-level bosses are just dozens of them. Throw out ten thousand chips] [That is, the life-saving items in their hands are definitely countless. After the casino opens, as long as there are chips, it is impossible not to change the double doll] The barrage guessed right. S-class has no shortage of chips. They all have countless various props in their backpacks, and the means of life-saving are endless. In Las Vegas, several S-classes didn''t even go to gambling. They exchanged chips for other items or information on rare items, and then exchanged chips for items. The avatar doll is the first item worth redeeming. If the balance is enough, you will not miss the S-level. "Why are these two big guys still standing still, don''t they run?" "Maybe because of their friends? If you change to someone else, you probably ran out as soon as you got the card. Wasn''t that Cao Hongtao just now? He rushed to the D-class as soon as his voice fell." "Is it possible that this order has the same solution as the previous order?" "Should it be a stand-in doll?" The trainees onlookers were also whispering, and many people thought of the existence of the substitute doll just like the barrage. Someone immediately retorted: "But the main system is talking about obliteration, so the avatar is useless." The others were in a hurry, but the two parties were not at all impatient. The exorcist took the Onmyoji and ran to the infinity pool to look down. They are located on the top floor of the trainee dormitory, tens of meters away from the bottom lawn. Standing here can only see a piece of green grass. The island is not big, and the other side is full of steep cliffs and rocks. It stands to reason that the grass here should be relatively barren, but the main system can pinch the island freely, so the lawn looks neatly like a green field where international events can be held soon. He even spent a sea golf course out with white lines. The others at the game table looked at them curiously, wanting to see how to solve the game. Unexpectedly, the exorcist took out a rope directly from the system backpack and tied it back to back to Tu Yumen and himself. After watching their movements, many people suddenly realized. "I see!" they exclaimed, "As long as they reach the lawn at the same time, two of them can survive together." This idea is good, but it is very difficult to realize. First of all, if you don''t know each other, the first reaction is definitely to turn your head and run away. Even trainees who know each other, in this situation, if one of them gives birth to two hearts, this is the best way to eradicate another person. Therefore, the two people who are drawn must be friends who know each other, have some friendship, and have good character. In the end, the two people stood at the door together and stepped out together. If the main system had to calculate, it could also calculate a gap of one millisecond to determine who reached the lawn first. For this reason, the exorcist thought of a solution. After tying the two together, he exchanged a large transparent acrylic box with the main system, the size of which was just enough to close the two of them tightly. Tuyumen stepped forward and dipped a pen with cinnabar, and drew several charms on the surface of the box, one of which is said to be an anchor. If it is painted on the surface of the box, the box can fall in a vertical state during the free fall motion. In this way, their feet are fixed on the same horizontal line by the acrylic board, and they can naturally reach the lawn at the same time after falling. At the same time, they took some weird special props that they didn''t know where they came from and stuck them on the box, saying that they could reduce the anti-shock force, make the box stronger, and ensure that they would not fall to death if they fell from here. After doing this, a transparent box became colorful, not only was the surface covered with patterns, balloons hung in the sky, but also covered with charms, and the crowd was stunned to see it. "It''s done!" The exorcist clapped his hands with satisfaction. After doing all this, the two S-levels shut themselves in and asked the other trainees to push them down from the edge of the infinity pool. Xu Su was dumbfounded: "That''s OK?" Other trainees who have watched this Chase operation:? ? ? Worthy of being an S-level trainee, ordinary people just can''t think of such a show operation. Even if you want to come out, you don''t necessarily have the conditions to support this prop skill. [Maybe this is the wisdom of mankind! ¡¿ [Gan, I never expected that such a wild idea can be realized. S grade, always dripping god] [The main system can''t think of it, I can still complete the task like this! ¡¿ [It¡¯s no wonder that the main system didn¡¯t expect that people might be accurate to the millisecond, and finally they lost to human wisdom] [Main System: You cunning humans! ¡¿ Everyone pushed them down, watching a large cluster of balloons hanging on the box, slowly falling from a height. The Alec box containing two people landed slowly and slowly. After floating in the air for about five or six minutes, Tu Yumen manipulated the box with spiritual power and lowered it on a flat lawn to ensure that the glass bottom cabinet was level at the same time. Kiss the ground. Everyone held their breath nervously, waiting for the final result. [S-level trainee Doommon, S-level trainee exorcist, has completed the order] [Reward: The number of times the player chooses the blind box X1] After the elevator re-arrived, the non-Chief brothers who came out of the elevator hooked their shoulders and were cheered by everyone. There was applause from the open-air bar, and the opened ribbon was flying in the air. Many people raised beer and champagne towards them, respecting each other from a distance. The exorcist came to a conclusion, "Actually, every time you say you have bad luck, your luck is pretty good in some way." In Las Vegas, the Onmyoji took the worst card, but he pulled away in time, and the people who stayed were unlucky. Although the King Game was drawn in a game that seemed to have only a half chance of survival, it was drawn. The other person of is quite an old friend who is very affectionate and trustworthy in character and character. It is also a great fortune in misfortune. [The second round of the game is over, the last round of the game will start in ten minutes] The atmosphere after this round of the game is much better than the atmosphere after the previous round. Two players surviving at the same time gave a shot to the other game tables around at the same time. "Don''t worry too much after you see the topic." Messiah smiled and said, "In fact, as long as you calm down and think about it, you can find a way out of this seemingly mortal game." The others agreed, Zong Jiu glanced at him lightly and lowered his head. His goal has been achieved, he can completely retreat, but unfortunately there is still one final round. I have to say here that the devil¡¯s acting skills are really good. Before Zong Jiu could use the tarot card to test it out, he only suspected that the Messiah was hypocritical in the saint''s skin, and he didn''t guess that this one had been controlled by the devil early on. Fortunately, I found it early, and I found it early and prepared it early. Thinking of this, Zong Jiu had some bad feelings inexplicably. no.1 will never let the puppet waste time to participate in a special event that is useless. He always feels that the next round will not be as simple as the first two rounds. [In the process of shuffling...] [The deal is over, please raise the card in this round] Sure enough, this bad hunch reached its peak after Messiah raised the ghost card in his hand. [This round of order: take back an item once given to others, the time limit is three days, if it fails, it will be erased] [Note: If the player confirms that he has never given it to others, he can apply to the main system for a replacement order] What order is this? Everyone looked at each other one after another, quite a bit confused by the Erzhang monks. This command sounds much simpler than the previous two. Not only is it simple, it is not difficult at all! Many people are joking. "In the turn of the Son, the luck of the command has become gentle." "It really feels mild, isn''t there a supplementary condition? If the trainee himself is a miser, he can change the order, which is great." "Indeed, this only needs to offend others. If the explanation is the King''s Game requirement, everyone should be able to understand it. Unlike the first two tasks, all of which are related to life and death. The blond son thought for a moment, "Then Red Heart 9 and Red Heart 10." He turned over his hidden card and was stunned for a moment, "I was drawn to myself." Opposite him, Zong Jiu stared at the red heart 10 in his hand, and a trace of haze passed in his heart. The white-haired young man turned his head and looked bad, "Who of you still keeps the fruit I gave you the last copy." Xu Su was stupid: "Brother Nine, we have all eaten, and there is no skin left." Zong Jiu: "..." "Main system, I want to apply for a replacement order." [It is detected that the trainee has given items to others, and the application is rejected] It''s over. Zong Jiu thought. His worst premonition came true. Chapter 71: King game Zong Jiu still didn''t give up. He asked Xu Su and Xu Sen: "You really didn''t have any fruit left last time? Could you eat durians even eat the peel?" Xu Su cried and said with a face: "Nine brothers, it''s not that I litter everywhere, but the durian skin can''t be put in the system backpack, right?" Upon hearing this, Zong Jiu sighed quietly. If he couldn''t start with the fruits he distributed to others in the deserted village dungeon, then he could only think of the worst answer. When I was in Las Vegas that day, the devil stepped on murderous intent and bowed his head and said that I liked you very much. He smiled and handed a rose. In order to avoid the bloodshed at the scene, Zong Jiu took it with humiliation, but he had a grudge in his heart, and he deliberately handed it to the dealer in purple under full view. Time has passed so long and Las Vegas has been permanently closed. Where can he go to find roses! Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that Azan in black had asked him to change five apples at once, and hope began to ignite in his heart. It''s a pity that in the next second, he remembered what was going on with Azan in black. The few puppet threads on Lin Guoxing''s head are now tied to the head of Azan in black. All roads lead to Rome, and everyone has become a demon. What is the difference between looking for Azan in black and looking for the devil himself? My heart is so tired. On the other hand, when he got the king, he accidentally selected his own Messiah. Almost as soon as this result came out, people from the temple stepped forward and presented their props respectfully. The people in the temple are all followers of the Messiah. Although the Son advocates equality for all, there is no doubt that the leader of the temple is the Messiah himself. This command is almost no difficulty for Messiah, because he has helped too many people, and sometimes he even meets newcomers who don¡¯t have special props in his dungeons, and he often helps others, not only People who pass the copy also give away props, which can be said to be the No. 1 great good person in Tianzi. There are too many people who bear his love. Some of the old people who have developed later still keep the original props. Messiah only needs to stroll around and get the props given to others as ordered by the main system. With all the power of blowing dust, the ordered items were submitted on the spot. [S-level trainee Messiah, has completed the order and received the reward: the number of times the player chooses the blind box X1] [Because the time limit for the last round of the game is three days, the game at this table ends early, and the rewards for participating in the rest of the trainees have been distributed to everyone¡¯s system backpack, please check it carefully] [The game is over] Following the prompt from the main system, people at the game table also got up and left. The heavy black robe of the black wizard was swept away, and the person turned and disappeared. The exorcist was also going to take the Tu Yumen to have a drink, but turned around to see Zong Jiu still sitting there, and couldn''t help but feel a little puzzled. "What''s the matter? I can''t remember who I gave it to you?" When he asked, everyone''s eyes focused. The Messiah who had just submitted the task also turned his head lazily, showing a concerned expression, "Need help?" Help you big head ghost! There were three rounds of the King''s game in total. The first two rounds were bloody, and the painting style changed suddenly in the third round. It was still such a severely out-of-the-box command. If there is no devil''s hands and feet behind it, there is no ghost letter. Zong Jiu cursed secretly in his heart. Since knowing that Messiah was the puppet of the devil, how did he think of the hypocrisy of the blond saint. But now Zong Jiu doesn''t intend to reveal that he knows this. Who knows if he can use it in the future and try to figure out No.1? The white-haired young man smiled hypocritically, "It''s okay, I already have a clue." Messiah still looked a little worried, "Well, if you need anything, you can ask me to help." [There will be no problem, how do you see the magician with a very reluctant expression] [The main system rejected his application just now, indicating that he must have sent something out] [Indeed, generally the relationship between sending things out is not too bad. As long as it is a requirement of the King''s Game, you will die if you fail to get it, and you will never die. Moreover, Shengzi is willing to help him. Compared with the previous two commands, it¡¯s just a matter of division, let¡¯s not say it] [Unfortunately, there is no live broadcast after leaving the Kings game area. I am quite curious about whom the magician gave to be so distressed] ¡¾Curious +1¡¿ ...... Everyone at the game table left, and Zong Jiu swayed to the side of the bar. He found an NPC dressed like the lobby manager of an open-air bar. "Sir, what''s your order?" Zong Jiu: "The last special event in Las Vegas was permanently closed. Where are the croupier NPCs? Do you work as errands in outdoor bars or dormitories for trainees?" NPCs looked embarrassed, "Sir, NPCs are all virtual staff members of the main system. They will also be transferred after the event is closed. The croupier of the last special event has returned to the consciousness of the main system, and we have experienced professional bar service. The training batch, if this event is closed, will also return to the main system, and there is no possibility of remaining." This was difficult, Zong Jiu rubbed his hair irritably. Behind him, Xu Su and Xu Sen followed like little tails. In addition to a few of them, almost all the newcomers from the last deserted village dungeon in the Zongjiu camp followed eagerly. After the game, Xu Sen immediately spent five hundred points to recover from the wound. Now his complexion is ruddy, and there is no sign other than a large smear of blood on his chest. No one can think that he was the one who just cut himself off. A macho with one rib. "What are you doing?" Zong Jiu was still here wondering if he had ever sent anything out, but as soon as he turned around, he saw them following behind. Xu Su shouted, "One, two, three--" They shouted in unison, "Hello boss!" "Last time I didn''t have time to thank Brother Nine in the dungeon, today we made a special appointment to thank Brother Nine together." Xu Sen explained quickly. Zong Jiu glanced at them, then suddenly went up and touched everyone''s head. Everyone stood there obediently and didn''t ask much, so that Zong Jiu didn''t know how to explain it at the first half of the meeting, so he waved his hand, "It''s okay, it''s better to play a few kings with this skill. The game improves itself." "Yes! We will definitely work hard and will never disappoint Brother Nine''s cultivation!" Xu Su saluted him decently, and rushed to the game area with others as if he had been beaten up with blood. Zong Jiu: "......?" Looking at the backs of these people, I thought that these newcomers don''t know what to think. He was sold by the inner ghost and counted the money for the inner ghost, and now he still needs to recognize him as the boss. This kind of weird brain circuit is still completed without being puppeted, which is really confusing. He watched in place for a while, but had to blame himself for being too charismatic. But when Xu Su and the others interrupted him in this way, Zong Jiu remembered what he had sent out. So he once again... knocked on Zhuge''s dark door. The last time their conversation ended up being unhappy at the end, it wasn''t even talking about being very happy. But Zhuge''s secret words were there, saying that he would not be an enemy, and that he would assist him. In Zong Jiu''s heart, he was equivalent to a dog-headed military division who was not responsible for him. The assistance he sent to the door was not in vain. Sure enough, the door slid open automatically after knocking on the door. Zong Jiu once again swaggered into the room of no.3 against everyone''s sight. After returning from the dungeon, Zhuge was secretly hidden. Not only was it impossible to appear in the public city area on the first floor, he didn''t even go to the Kings Game area to join in the fun, sitting in his room every day and meditating, and he didn''t know what the picture was. Seeing Zong Jiu coming in, the black-haired man asked without opening his eyes and without raising his head, "What''s the matter?" Zong Jiu, "Can the drop of blood I gave you be returned to me?" Zhuge suddenly opened his eyes secretly. Those deep eyes that looked like a cold abyss looked straight at him, and the edges seemed to show a faint glaze color under the reflection of the dim light of the room. He gave the white-haired young man a fixed look, and after a while, he said coldly: "No." Zhuge secretly refused, but Zong Jiu couldn''t help it. According to the other party, that drop of blood was a transaction between the two of them. He mostly used it to verify whether Zong Jiu was the person in the prophecy. Even if it wasn''t, the deal had been concluded, and there was indeed no reason to return. In fact, all the above are nonsense, the truth is that he can''t beat Zhuge An. Perhaps it was because the face of the lord he had just been loyal to was not looking good, Zhuge rarely asked compassionately, "What happened?" "Don''t mention it." Zong Jiuyun said, "The King Game''s order was drawn to get back an item that was once given." "The devil''s rose?" Zhuge hit the nail on the head secretly. Seeing the white-haired young man nodded, he showed a trace of thought, "No. 1 that flower is a special prop." Special props? Zong Jiu was a little surprised, "What''s the use of a flower?" "Perhaps it will never wither if it is covered with dew forever?" This joke is a bit cold, especially when it comes out from Zhuge''s secret mouth. Zong Jiu was speechless for a while, and immediately figured out the point, "Since it is a special item...wait." He quickly passed the scene of the gaming table in the center of Las Vegas in his mind. From a thousand cigarettes, to no.1''s meaningful expression. Zong Jiu found the problem. If he used the magician''s hand skills to change cards quickly, what about the devil? The devil crossed his hands from beginning to end, sitting in the first seat with a lack of interest. Zong Jiu didn''t see any signs of changing his cards. At that time, he was too busy thinking about it, but looking back now, he found that everything points to the only possibility. ¡ª¡ªThat is the devil controlling the purple croupier. Imagine that the croupiers help cheat, so you don¡¯t need no.1 to do it yourself, right? It turned out that he brought the roses from the original owner and gave them to the original owner''s puppet. The original owner''s puppet must have sent the flower back to the original owner, and now Zong Jiu has to take it back from the original owner. After a long time, to put it bluntly, Zong Jiu had to go find the devil. It is estimated that the other party is just waiting for him to come to the door for a long time now. Good guy, this abacus is really good. Zhuge said slowly: "But-there is another way." A strange key appeared in the palm of his hand, "Class B item, universal/power/key/key." "You can pick a time, go to room No. 1, and be a gentleman of Liang Shang." Chapter 72: King game (Anti-theft has been replaced) Zong Jiu: "..." He felt that Zhuge An was really a dog-headed strategist. He sneaked into the room of no.1 to steal flowers, but he couldn''t figure it out. But Zhuge gave him a faint look, and the reasons listed were sufficient and well-founded. "First, that is a special item that no.1 carries with him. It is almost always inserted/in his suit pocket. The last time you saw him, it should stay where it should be." Zong Jiu recalled. Indeed, although the demon changed into a waiter''s suit with a white shirt and black waistcoat and bow tie last time, he perfectly blended into the bartender''s ranks. Under the dim and ambiguous light of the bar, the rose on his chest was still covered with night dew and budding. To be released. At that time, Zong Jiu thought that this was some kind of hobby that was unknown to no.1. He didn''t expect that the rose was probably going through three rounds, and after being sent out by him, it returned to the one held by the original owner. "Second, it can be concluded from the first that no.1 will not receive it into the system space." "Third, the content of this topic and the follow-up direction should be under the control of No.1. He probably has a lot of time to wait for you to come and find him. At this time, if you don''t take the usual path, the sword will go slant and you will be a gentleman of Liang Shang. I can catch him by surprise." Zong Jiu said quietly, "You can return that drop of blood to me, but I will give you another drop if it''s a big deal." "If you came earlier, you might still get it." Zhuge shook his head secretly, "A moment later, the drop of blood can''t be taken back." With a flick of the black-haired man''s fingertips, the universal/energy/key/key flew from the air into the arms of the white-haired young man. "Although this is only a B-level consumable item, it is very rare. There will be no second one in the infinite loop. As long as you are careful enough, the success rate is very high." At this point, there is really no more choice. This method is better than asking the devil in person. Zong Jiu let out a "tsk," and put away the key a little irritably. There are still three days left, in case I came up with another way. #### In the next morning, Xu Su brought back a piece of news. He took out the slightly dry and dehydrated apple from behind, "Boss! Azan in black said that he still has one of his apples left. Let me bring it to you." Then of course, when Zong Jiu designated to submit the apple to the main system, the latter indicated that he refused to accept it. [This item is a trade item, it is unilaterally gifted by non-trainees and cannot submit an order] really. The white-haired youth frowned and put the apple back into Xu Su''s hand. "You can take it back and just say thank you for me." Let¡¯s not talk about whether Azan in black was controlled by the puppet silk, or whether he did this deliberately. First of all, when they were in the dungeon of the deserted village, the two parties used survival points to trade, and strictly speaking, they could not be divided into unilateral gifts. Zong Jiu was thinking about it before, but now that he has figured it out and verified his conjecture, it is undoubtedly nothing more than cutting a back path again. Count down the fruits he gave in the copy of the deserted village at the beginning, and the trainees will eat all the fruits that are given. On the contrary, only the trader is left. Now that I think about it, it can be said that I have to pay it back. So in the next day, Zong Jiu was like nothing happened. What should I do? He was still in the mood to stroll around in the restaurant on the second floor, and by the way, he picked a few new clothes on the next floor. After being promoted to Level B, other permissions have not changed much, and the main system has always been generous in life. Although the high-level trainees were indifferent, they did not take the initiative to provoke him. On the contrary, many newcomers and low-level old people showed the meaning of surrender. Because of the changes that have taken place in the game of kings, several major forces have begun to pay attention to the magician. If the latter really wants to establish their own power in the horror trainee competition, it will undoubtedly be divided into other big powers. Among the trainees who have been promoted to level B or above, except for the few capable S-level freelancers, almost all of them are organized. After all, the difficulty of infinite loop dungeon is so great that Lone Rangers can''t survive alone and can only rely on big forces to team up. Although the forces will collect membership fees uniformly, they will focus on cultivating potential survivors. This is a mutually beneficial relationship of conscience, and the survival rate for survivors is greatly improved. The entire thriller trainee competition has gone on for two rounds. The old people of B-level have to squeeze their heads to A-level, because there are only 100 debut places in the end, and all those who can''t make their debut will undoubtedly be buried in this game. Coincidentally, these places have almost been fixed. After the various forces communicated, they all reached a preliminary agreement. Even the old people don¡¯t have enough seats, and the newcomers have to come forward to **** them. Isn¡¯t this just touching the fundamental interests? However, the head forces have not moved. For example, the night clan who only sent a solicitation letter to the magician not long ago, so most of the other forces are still standing still. As for why there is such a treacherous trend until now- It was all because of the little note Zong Jiu found in the room. High-level trainees have the privilege of knowing some clues to the next dungeon in advance. Level B, as the mainstay of the upper three levels, naturally has this power. Only four words were written on the note: collective copy. Zong Jiu suddenly realized. The first copy of the solo show is said to have divided thousands of locations. The second copy also divided hundreds of venues. Now it''s the turn of the third copy, and the main system directly throws each level into a collective copy. There are nearly a thousand B-level trainees. If such a huge number were tossed into the collective copy, the difficulty of this copy can naturally be imagined. And the lower the level, the more difficult it will be because of the larger the number of people. It''s no wonder that Zhuge darkly asked him to raise his level to B before the next dungeon was opened. Thinking about it this way, I am afraid that the dungeon encountered by a C-level trainee is very dangerous. This time, the main system is probably going to play for real, and it will directly screen a large number of people. After the next night, Zong Jiu slowly went to the open-air bar again. There is no way, if the task is not completed, it will be directly obliterated. He deliberately picked the position of the previous bar and ordered another glass of whiskey. After the bartender turned around, Zong Jiu regretted that he was just an ordinary system npc. "Thank you." The wine this time is much worse than last time. The bartenders trained by the system assembly line are not as good as No.1''s craftsmanship. Zong Jiu quietly stared at the clear brown wine refracted by the light in his hand, and suddenly took the wine glass and drank it. The young man raised his neck, the slender arc almost reflecting white in the dim light. The cold liquor slid down his thin lips into the esophagus, dripped into the stomach pouch, and burned like fire. Everyone who saw this scene was dazzled. It''s a pity that, I don''t know if it was because of the drunkenness. After drinking this glass of wine, the white-haired youth turned and left the open-air bar, leaving other trainees on the sidelines to chat. "Have you heard the news that the magician has spread so much in the past two days?" "I heard it, if he builds up power, I would be very interested." "I don''t know if the magician completed the last round of the King''s game the day before yesterday." "It should be done, so a simple order, just go back to find a friend and submit the task directly." The evening breeze sent these talks over slowly. On the surface it looks like he is leaving, but Zong Jiu, who changed his clothes and put on a wig and sunglasses: "..." Many trainees at the bar didn''t notice this strangely dressed person too much. Among the trainees, a lot of people in strange costumes have gone, and there are even those who like to walk around in doll costumes. Count down on the S-class clothing, which also spans ancient and modern times, and has historical styles in various countries. It was really Zong Jiu''s white hair and pink eyes that were too eye-catching before, otherwise he wouldn''t have to pretend. Zong Jiu went to the first floor of the trainee dormitory yesterday, just to buy a wig and clothes. He carefully avoided the eyes and ears of others, pretending to walk against the wall inadvertently. Zong Jiu deliberately went to the bar just now, but he actually left a card for the bartender. "Please tell me no.1, at midnight, I will wait for him at the bar on time." If you are looking for trainees in a hurry, you can indeed use the main system to communicate it. After all, there are many trainees who will not even go out after returning from the copy. Among them, Zhugean is named. The devil knew that Zong Jiu was going to find him, so it was very likely that he would attend the appointment. But he shouldn''t have thought that Zong Jiu would choose to go straight to Huanglong. The plan looks simple, and the possibility of success is still there, mainly depends on luck. Zong Jiu squatted quietly by the wall, watching the minute hand getting closer and closer to twelve o''clock. At 11:50, he saw through the stack of lights on the bar counter that there was a vague shadow beside the previous bar counter. The opportunity is here! Zong Jiu held the key, and the moment the tip of the key touched the door, it disappeared like water and fusion. [B-level props: universal/power/key/key, used] The heavy door panel suddenly pushed open, revealing a deep gap. Taking advantage of the darkness of the night, Zong Jiu slid in and silently closed the door behind him again. The last bit of light was also extinguished, and the incredible size of the house fell into silence again. black. A piece of black that can''t be seen. There was no light source in the room, and heavy curtains and tapestries blocked the moonlight. If Zhuge''s dark dormitory is a minimalist style with three tones of black, white and gray, then the room of no.1 is extremely strange and cold. The Weeping Madonna is standing on the left hand side of the door of the room, and every corner is full of disturbing elements. He only has fifteen minutes. If the devil finds that he hasn''t come to the appointment for a long time, he can always detect the problem. Fortunately, Zong Jiu''s luck was really good. In such a big room, he had just locked on his target just three minutes after he started searching for roses. A black suit was hung on a hanger not far away, with a scarlet rose in the pocket, blooming against the dark background, ready to be placed. Zong Jiu''s eyes lit up and he quickly stepped forward, but halfway through, he realized the problem. Against the background of silence and darkness, he heard an imperceptible sound of water. When will people take off their clothes? The answer is ready to come. Chapter 73: King game Zong Jiu thinks Zhuge''s dark is really easy to use. Since there is a military division, it is naturally impossible to leave it unused. Don''t know the result, you will be surprised when you use it. He and Zhuge secretly conspired and made a careful plan. Because it is not certain whether the demon is in the room, and it is not certain whether the red rose will be carried by him. So to be on the safe side, Zong Jiu planned to fish out No.1 first, then sneak into his room, wait until the time is right, and then meet Zhuge secretly, and hit the other side by surprise. If no.1 goes to the appointment, Zhuge An will stay by the bar to help him contain the devil. Zong Jiu can come to his room and search again, even if he can''t find the flowers, he can move his hands and feet. Zhuge secretly gave him a dozen magical D-class prop space pockets. As long as the space pocket is pasted into the pocket of the devil''s suit, Zong Jiu will be able to move the roses without realizing it. If no.1 does not go to the appointment, then the proportion of luck will be very large during that period. Zong Jiu is likely to be caught upright. This time we will sacrifice Zhuge Dark, a senior **** stick. After all, counting time is not the strong point of Tarot cards, but it is the strong point of Tai Chi Bagua plate. So Zhuge secretly told him that he would get an unexpected surprise if he entered at around 11:50. This no.3 is very knowledgeable. Although he was upright on weekdays, he also knew that he would need to show his value to the lord after allegiance and surrender, so he worked hard in this plan and almost took care of it all alone, flattering Zong Jiu, who had never been treated like this in Zhuge An. Now it seems that the surprise that Zhuge said secretly should be the one in front of him. Of course, people can''t wear clothes when taking a bath. Even if you carry roses with you, you can''t bring flowers to the bathroom. Now is the perfect moment! In the darkness, Zong Jiu stared at the rose, taking every step carefully, trying not to make any noise. He and Zhuge secretly prepared Tian/Yi/Wu/Seam this time, even this point was thought of. But this room is really too big, it is so big that it is difficult to see the end of the field of vision. You can only see all kinds of weird furniture lying on the ground like silent beasts, all odd shapes, but also with inexplicable beauty. The sound of water continued, and became clearer and clearer as his footsteps drew closer. Not far in front of him, the rose still bloomed quietly. Somewhere in the distance after the vision was turned, the moonlight spread out from the window, and the sparkling water refraction flowed on the heavy carpet, becoming the only light source in this dull darkness. Previously, it was blocked by the tall wine cabinet, so nothing could be leaked. Only when I walked here can I get a glimpse of it. When he reached the end of the bar, Zong Jiu suddenly stopped. Because of the clarity of the water, he realized that it was wrong. There is no bathroom, let alone a shower. Listening to the sound should be an open bath. If he hadn''t noticed this, I''m afraid he would be caught upright just as he stepped out. Zong Jiu stared at the moonlit ground between the wine cabinet and the bed, and fell into deep thought. Even if Zhuge An had great magical powers, he didn''t expect this. So, how to cross this section of the ground without causing no.1 to be discovered? At the moment of thinking, in the next second, a strong sense of crisis suddenly rushed from the soles of Zong Jiu''s feet to Tianling Gai. The white-haired young man turned sideways, squatted into the shadow behind the wine cabinet, and let his breath lighten. "Wow, la la la la¡ª" The sound of breaking the water sounded abruptly. Someone got up from the icy water, as if his body temperature did not change like the white snow of a mountain all year round. The man¡¯s half-length black hair was rarely loosened, and the lower end was wet on his shoulders, and the water dripped across the perfectly shaped abdominal muscles, dripping down the gully of the mermaid line outside the abdomen, and rolled to the calf, deep into it. Inside the carpet. The glass containing the red wine was placed in a tray made of platinum. The moonlight coated the clear scarlet inside with a layer of bright silver, and also illuminated the hideous scars behind him, like a work of art with no flaws. The devil picked up the bathrobe on the side, tied it loosely, and straddled the edge of the pool wall. He squinted slightly, fixedly looking at the cold lines of the wine cabinet in the dark, suddenly bends the corner of his mouth, and walked straight to the door. "Da, da, da." The footsteps are approaching, like a seasoned hunter teasing their prey, every step strikes people''s hearts, bringing a sense of tension to the extreme. Zong Jiu squatted behind the wine cabinet, his eyebrows furrowed. He was thinking hard about the possibility of rushing to grab the roses now. When he was more nervous before, his mood became calmer. Even if it is a global broadcast of the magic festival, it does not necessarily make Zong Jiu feel nervous. However, as long as a pair of no.1, Zong Jiu feels that his enthusiasm is aroused to the climax, and he is full of ideas about how to cheat each other. In a sense, Guiguzi''s prediction is not wrong at all. Liangzi is getting bigger and bigger, and he is destined. After thinking about it for so long, Zong Jiu found that he was already in a dilemma. Going forward is probably stopped by the puppet silk as soon as he ran out, and the same goes for going backwards, so he can only watch the changes. The black shadow gradually stretched on the carpet, slowly opening its fangs. "Crunch¡ª" The sound of being opened came from above the wine cabinet. The devil hummed unhurriedly, and there seemed to be a pool of waves flowing in the dark golden pupils. Taking advantage of this singing, Zong Jiu continued to shrink himself into the shadow. Anyway, unless no.1 catches him upright, he will not make up his mind anymore, and see who is consuming the other. The fragrant liquor swayed in the air, and anyone who knew the wine would know that it was a top-quality bottle with a light taste. "It''s a pity, I don''t have time to sober up." The deep voice seemed to be talking to himself. Immediately afterwards, the cold liquor pushed away the air and slowly dropped into the glass. The glass was lifted, and the shadow expanded, until it stopped on the ground not far from where Zong Jiu was hiding. The white-haired youth had already pressed the card with his fingers, and his pale pink eyes were staring at the shadow that was so close at hand on the ground. He is already prepared. If there is a change, no matter if he has been able to fight or not, he will fight first, and he can''t destroy his prestige out of thin air. The atmosphere is stretched to the apex. At this moment, the heavy door in the distance suddenly heard an unhurried knock. "Tuk-Tuk-Tuk-" The icy voice of the main system sounded in the air in due course. [No.3 See you in a hurry] The devil smiled, "What''s the urgent matter?" [The other party chooses to interview] [Read another unread message: B-level trainee Zong Jiu invites you to meet in the open bar, the time is five minutes later] "Oh?" The interest in men''s eyes is even greater. He seemed to inadvertently glanced at the shadow behind the wine cabinet, and regrettably put the newly taken wine glass back on the wine cabinet, "Then I have to leave it alone for a while." "See you." ...... After the door to the room closed again, Zong Jiu was silent for half a minute under the wine cabinet before he crawled out of the shadows. It was 11:57, and there were still three minutes left before his donkey demon met. Zhuge dark, **** assists too! It''s so reliable! Thinking of the vague figure seen by the bar before, Zong Jiu gave birth to a good idea for the first time that there was a dog-headed sergeant. At least in various emergencies and when the master accidentally drops the chain, the smart military division can react accordingly, understand the situation, and make the most perfect response. For Zong Jiu, this is simply the best result. Because of the rush to get out of the bath, no.1 didn''t put on his unchanged formal attire for thousands of years. The rose is still on the hanger where it should be. Zong Jiu walked over quickly, passed through the cold moonlight, and pulled it out of his suit pocket. The rose was still the same as when he got it last time, the petals were quietly blooming in the air, as if they had been artificially preserved in this most beautiful appearance. But Zong Jiu is not a character that has an artistic cell that likes to appreciate. After he got the things, he chose to submit the task directly to the main system, and he didn''t even look at it. [B-level trainee Zong Nine, has completed the order and received the reward: the number of times the player¡¯s blind box is drawn X1] The big stone in Zong Jiu''s heart can be regarded as falling. Just kidding, he hasn''t lived enough yet. After being notified that he didn''t complete the order three days later, he would have to obliterate him. How could he feel better? "but......" Although the matter was perfectly resolved by him, he was still a little bit unwilling. The white-haired young man stood there and touched his chin. This command was made by the devil manipulating the Messianic puppet. Although no.1 probably didn''t know that Zong Jiu had seen this through, it did not prevent him from holding his grudges. Zong Jiu''s life rule is that if there is a grudge, he must be repaid, and he will never delay. When the doctor played by No.1 dared to call him, he dared to give people a hammer. If Yinma dared to sell him, he raised the ashes with a torch. As for now... Zong Jiu''s gaze rolled over the dress hanging on the hanger, thinking about it. He smiled, took out a pair of big scissors from the strange black cassette, ran to the closet of the room and slashed all the dozen or so suits neatly placed inside, watching the high-end fabrics scattered. In the end, Zong Jiu took his long arms and walked along with the suit that hung no.1 on the bedside. Although no.1 can let the main system send a suit to the door, as long as he is a little unhappy, Zong Jiu is happy. Zong Jiu even felt that he could consult Zhuge An to see if there was any way to borrow the medium to make the original owner unlucky. He remembered that some sorceries in Southeast Asia could be used to lower the head. Although the effect was not as good as that of hair, Zong Jiu would be happy to work for no.1 as long as it can add a blockage. After doing all this, Zong Jiu turned a corner and walked towards the depths of the room instead. To be on the safe side, he does not intend to leave the front entrance. Zhuge secretly managed to create the conditions for him, and it''s strange that Zong Jiu would send him so in vain. So he chose to walk into the elevator that comes with the S trainee dormitory. The luxurious configuration of the S-level dormitory is beyond imagination. It is what you want. The elevator is also unique and not shared with other trainees. After finishing this big ticket, Zong Jiu also hummed happily and returned to his room. Zong Jiu''s mood straightened up when he thought of the scene he would see after the devil came back, and the expression he would show. ¡ª¡ªUntil he closed the door of his room and turned his head back to see the smiling face of no.1 in the dark. Chapter 74: King game Zong Jiu was in a good mood. At least on the way back, yes, it can keep up with the joy of kicking the devil down in the underworld last time. The S-class elevator can go directly to any floor. So Zong Jiu sat on the fifth floor from the seventh floor, and went straight back to his room. When he walked through the executive lounge, a few B-class people who were drinking tea and chatting inside looked over, with some doubts in their eyes. "Is there such a person in Class B? Wearing sunglasses, how can he look familiar." Another person glanced at him and said nonchalantly, "Who knows, you don''t know you after changing your clothes. There are nearly a thousand people in Class B. Could it be that you remember all of them?" "Otherwise? Did you forget that I strengthened my memory function?" The person who raised the question first took the lead and withdrew his gaze, "Forget it, there are all kinds of quirks in the trainee dormitory, come and come, don''t look, and continue to play chess." ...... Zong Jiu opened his door. His room is also very big. The B-level trainees live in the executive suite, which is slightly less than the A-level presidential double-layer suite. Because he was too lazy to dress up, Zong Jiu directly chose the template decoration from the main system and picked the most pleasing to the eye. The keynote is the Nordic cool style. The blue, white and gray colors are interlaced. The sofa is made of handmade fabric. The beige woolen blanket is spread on the ground. The British short blue and white delivered with the room is rolling the chubby body to sleep. The other side of the suite is full of large floor-to-ceiling glass windows, which simulate a snowy scene, and the huge pine trees are covered in new clothes in the heavy snow. There was a fireplace burning in the room across the window, bright flames leaped from the brown firewood, and the room was as warm as spring and summer. If this is not a serial game that may die at any time, I believe many people would be willing to spend the rest of their lives in this dormitory. Thinking like this, Zong Jiu turned on the wall lamp in the hallway, threw Shunlai''s clothes on the ground, and lowered his head to change slippers. Just when the white-haired young man stretched his waist and was about to sleep in slippers for a while, he suddenly realized that something was wrong. A very uncomfortable sight. Like some kind of cold reptile, it slipped greasy and presumptuously from the bridge of his nose to the Adam''s apple, and finally hovered along the exposed wrists when his hands were lifted up, clustered with dark fires under the cold abyss. Damn it''s familiar. Zong Jiu suddenly raised his head. At the end of the entrance, the man was leaning against the wall, his fingers fluttering and jumping. Through the fire of the fireplace, he could see the cold silk threads crisscrossing his slender fingers without white gloves, which also illuminated the fingers. Criss-crossing ugly scars. Seeing that he finally found out, the devil seemed to smile but not smile, "See you later?" Zong Jiu: "..." He is not stupid, and the key to the matter has been figured out between the flashing lights. Zong Jiu was still thinking about no, what does the phrase "see you back" in 1 mean? Dare to love literally means "you can see me when you look back". Good guys. The dare to love the devil had been discovered a long time ago, but instead of exposing him on the spot, he would use his tricks and tease his prey to see what he could do next. The follow-up action was that Zong Jiu took the scissors to the people and clicked all the clothes, and caught him on the spot. Zong Jiu silently glanced at the black suit at his feet, and kicked in the darkness behind him without a trace. After being caught, he would be caught upright. Anyone who is embarrassed will not be embarrassed anyway. So Zong Jiu cleared his throat and beat him upside down, "Even if you are a mentor, it is illegal to break into a private house." Now in the dormitory of the trainees, not to mention that they can''t kill each other, even in the dungeon, the two of them have never faced each other. Only by knowing this, dead pigs are not afraid of boiling water. Of course, having said that, Zong Jiu still started to retreat calmly, and even his fingers concealed in the dark grabbed playing cards, waiting for possible changes at any time. "Oh? Who broke into the house first?" The man''s tone is slow and soft, and there is a pressure that cannot be ignored. He walked towards the white-haired youth step by step, every step seemed to fall on the tip of a knife. Although there was a smile on the devil''s face, no one knew when this madman would suddenly violently violently send the puppet silk into his throat. Zong Jiu squinted his eyes. The next moment, without warning, the white-haired young man moved his fingers. The grinning ghost card connected to the king of spades, rustling through the air. The edge of the cold white poker broke open a little brightly, with an undisguised murderous aura and aura, flying towards the unpredictable silhouette in the dark, unstoppable. The devil tilted his head lightly, and a strand of wet black hair was shaved off. The two cards just flew past his cheeks, and followed a straight trajectory, deep into the darkness behind the hallway. "Boom¡ª" With a bang, a tortoise crack appeared in the middle of a large glass window, and a concentric circle was covered in a moment. It is enough to see how terrible power is attached to a small card. The cat, who was dreaming, was startled by a loud noise, and hunched on the sofa with a frightened look. Zong Jiu couldn''t move, even the wrist that had just been raised was pressed in place by an invisible thread. He was accustomed to the end of the hallway by a strong force, behind which was the cold and heavy door panel, and thousands of invisible silk threads trapped him firmly on the edge of the narrow aisle. Thanks to this series of actions, the switch that had just been turned on was turned off again. The entrance, which was still somewhat bright, immediately plunged into darkness again. In the whole room, only the fire from the fireplace, extinguished behind the devil, and coated his silhouette with a hideous layer, as if stepping on an obscure light wheel that gracefully came from the flames of hell, and the curvature of the corner of the mouth was very crazy. . The black shadow enveloped the white-haired youth''s head, twisting and swallowing him. They are only one step away. The man was only wearing a loose, pure black bathrobe, and the lace was randomly tied around his lean waist, his chest was wide open, revealing a large piece of pale pectoral muscles. It may be because of just taking a shower, the damp water vapor rises in the warm room and turns into white mist along the tail of the hair and annihilates in the air. This scene should have been pleasing to the eye, but in the eyes of Zong Jiu''s destined enemy, it became very hateful. Had he not been trapped by the puppet silk, he would have hit him with a fist in the face. One hand pressed against the wall beside the young man. The cold and dangerous hormones surrounded Zong Jiu tightly, and the invisible sharp and **** breath filled his breath, which was breathless. Immediately afterwards, before the youth had time to react, the brown curly wig he wore on his head was picked up by silk threads, and even the big brother''s sunglasses, which covered most of his face, fell off to the ground and rolled to the ground. In the pile of wrinkled suits. In response to Zong Jiu''s quenching eyes, the devil smiled deeper, and a joke of light floated under his eyes. The fingers covered with scars lightly pinched a strand of falling white hair, and slowly rubbed it on the fingertips. "Gentleman Liang Shang, it''s not a good habit to take it without asking. Huh?" The back of Zong Jiu''s head was against the door panel, and he raised his head to see only the unclear smile on the corner of no.1''s lips. He raised his eyebrows and sneered. "It''s not a good habit for some people to send it out and get their puppet back." I don¡¯t know why. Seeing the young man stunned with an unfamiliar appearance, the devil¡¯s desire to shed light on the logical loopholes in the other¡¯s words quickly cooled down, instead, he watched with great interest the rare people in front of him who could hardly fight back. view. This scene is the same as in the coffin. Zong Jiu''s expression was particularly unhappy, "What is the skill of using puppet silk, let go if you have the ability, and if it is a man, I will fight with me upright." no.1 but smiled. He is the manipulator of the puppet silk, he knows naturally. The fingertips pressed to the side tightened, and the pressure from the puppet silk predicted that the youth seemed to give up struggling, but in fact, secretly, he never wanted to accept the fate of being slaughtered like this. The pale waist exposed under the clothes is tight, which is the power to fight back against the flaws that the devil may expose anytime and anywhere. If this is released, I am afraid it will have to surprise him like he was in the coffin at the beginning. But at this moment, the devil didn''t want to see what new surprise Zong Jiu had prepared. He even wanted to keep this gift sealed, and then slowly unwrap it when it was most delicious. The man casually played with the long white hair, "Are you working with no.3?" "So what, so what?" Zong Jiu snorted coldly. He and Zhuge secretly use the relationship unilaterally now, and the other party also knows this very well. It is impossible for Zong Jiu to put down his guard and cooperate with others. He has never lacked the most basic trust in others, which is true to anyone. Of course, there is no need to inform no.1. "Huh, just a hypocrite who cheats the world and steals his reputation." Obviously, the devil''s evaluation of Zhuge An is rather poor. Oh, there is a show. Zong Jiu was calm on the surface, but in fact he had already begun to think about more information. However, after saying this, no.1 seemed to know his mind accurately, and the conversation changed. "Since you choose to cooperate with him, why don''t you want to think about the other possibility predicted?" "Not interested in." The two pairs of pupils looked at each other without giving way. The dark golden eyes bend happily. The man suddenly lowered his head, and his half-dry hair swept across the young man''s back shoulders, itchy. The hard foreign body was suddenly tucked into Zong Jiu''s chest, and through the thin clothes, he could clearly feel the fall. "I look forward to you changing your mind." The devil lowered his voice, looked at the young man''s unstoppable pinna, and said with a smile. "But-if you are coming next time, welcome to the main entrance." ...... All the restrained strength suddenly loosened. Zong Jiu''s tight body suddenly recovered. He didn''t see exactly how the demon left, only to find that the other party walked directly into the shadow in the corner of the hallway, and the figure suddenly melted and disappeared. The most famous ability of no.1 is indeed a puppet, but if there is only a puppet, he will not be offered to the altar by all survivors. At least, Zong Jiu felt jealous when he walked through the shadow at will. Under the dim firelight of the fireplace, Zong Jiu realized that he had already got a cold sweat on his back. After standing there for a while, he stretched out his hand and took out what had just been stuffed into his jacket pocket by the demon. A pure black S-class room card. Chapter 75: first Middle school (Anti-theft has been replaced) [All horror trainees, please rush to the studio on the third floor to gather on time at 10 am] Early this morning, the main system broadcast sounded three times. This is not the first time a trainee has entered the copy. After the previous two rounds, newcomers have become old fritters. What''s more, the lowest level in the dormitory has now reached D. After waiting for this round, only the third level can survive, and the trainees at this critical point are naturally very anxious. Other trainees were nervously unable to sleep, some took advantage of these few days to be drunk in the closed city on the first floor of the dormitory, and some got up early in the morning to go to the restaurant to have a good meal, or even party all night in the open-air bar. . Except for the ten S-levels standing at the top, few trainees can remain calm about the upcoming danger. Only Zong Jiu''an slept steadily all night, got up on time at eight o''clock to wash, and took a shower by the way. He stood in front of the mirror, took a hair tie, and tied his long white hair firmly. When Zong Jiu was a great magician in his previous life, his hair did not stay so long. As for the profession of magician, seven points depend on kung fu, three points look at the surface. Of course, you have to practice your skills and basic skills well, and you can''t let go of the exaggerated acting skills that confuse the audience. A qualified magician should never confuse the audience only visually. How to mislead the audience without a trace, achieve the purpose of displaying their unpredictable skills, and make them exclaim and applause, which is also an essential skill for a great magician. A good magician must also be an insightful psychologist and an excellent actor with full acting skills. Some magicians who love extreme magic are risky adventurers, crazy gamblers who devote their lives to art. Over the years, Zong Jiu''s homework has not fallen. So at that time, for the performance effect, Zong Jiu''s hair was kept to his shoulders as the artist did, and a pigtail was tied at the back of his head. By the way, his hair was not white before he put on the book, and the appearance of the albino patient was set by the original owner. Although Zong Jiu is wearing it, he is a serious Chinese with black hair and black eyes before he wears the book. Even if you occasionally dye your hair for stage effects, you won''t try a non-mainstream color like white. Later, after Zong Jiu had a car accident and suffered a comminuted fracture in his hands, he did not give up at first, and traveled around the world to search for famous doctors, just like Dr. Strange who had similar encounters in Dr. Marvel''s strange. Unfortunately, no matter where he went, Zong Jiu could not find a way to recover his hands. For a while, he gave up on himself, spent the whole day with alcohol and cigarettes, immersed in another strange and psychedelic world. Of course, the decadent magician didn''t have time to take care of his messy hair, so it stayed longer and longer, fighting against what it has now. Although his hair became a bit longer after wearing the book, Zong Jiu didn''t mean to trim it. Just like these recovered hands, something must be used to prove the sufferings that have been experienced before they can move forward with heavy burdens. The long hair does look much fresher when tied up, a bit more lazy than before, and a bit more unhumanly glamorous. He carefully pinned the broken hair hanging from his cheeks behind his ears, wiped off his wet hands, and shrank a cat''s head on the sofa. "If you can upgrade this time, I will take you to a bigger house when you come back." The deluxe standard room for C-level trainees does not have pets. The B-level administrative suit is only suitable for pets, and the matching suits his liking. The most important thing is the cat that is equipped with the main system. You don''t need to eat or pull the papa. You choose the character. The most important thing is that it does not shed hair and is very comfortable. The cat glanced at it with open blue-gray eyes, licked his paw, and continued to nest on the cushion by the fireplace. ...... When Zong Jiu arrived at the studio, the studio was almost full. The same as the rules of the first dungeon, if you don''t arrive at the studio on time before ten o''clock, and stay outside the thriller trainee dormitory, all the trainees will die on the spot. In order to ensure that there are no accidents, most trainees choose to come in advance. I would rather wait here for ten to twenty minutes than to bet on the last possibility. When Zong Jiuyi entered the studio, Dang Even attracted the attention of many people on the stairs. Today, he swept away from the usual laziness, but his eyes seemed to be cold for no reason, which was daunting. The appearance and temperament of the youth are too eye-catching, not to mention the fact that they have become the leaders of emerging forces that may emerge. Naturally, they will be looked at wherever they go. Before climbing the B-level steps, Zong Jiu raised his head and glanced at the highest point. Sure enough, the most central throne was still empty. In the face of this scene, many trainees have already acquiesced to the privilege of no.1, not to mention that no one dared to raise objections to that adult. "Excuse me." Zong Jiu nodded towards the B-levels on the ladder. On the whole, the attitudes of the B-levels towards him are generally neither lukewarm nor lukewarm. High-levels are not like low-levels. They are jealous and suppressed when they see someone who might go up. The elders of these levels are very sophisticated, relying on their backs one by one. Among other things, unless the forces make the decision to suppress, they will not rush to make the first move. For Zong Jiu, although it saved him a lot of effort, it wasn''t that easy to fool around, and that wasn''t necessarily a good thing. Soon after he stood still, the candlelights around him began to sparkle. In front of the front three-dimensional screen, the vaguely anthropomorphic main system gathered and formed. [The time has come, the entrance to the studio has been blocked] The heavy door slowly fell, and the gilt lights went out one by one. [The studio scene is changing... please wait a moment] With a sound of lifting, the walls that originally surrounded the studio rose again. Many new trainees have some shadows about this scene. When they entered the thriller trainee competition for the first time, behind the opening of the wall were those corpses that did not arrive at the studio on time, a sea of ??blood, purgatory on earth. However, this time, the outside is not as everyone guessed, the corridor connecting the dormitory. The snow-white swan swept across the distant sky and fell along the golden sunlight of the sky. The tall snow-white pillars of the temple stand below the field of vision, and the statues of the gods are carved on the top of the temple, and the spring of youth swaying from the fountain reflects the cold and colorful light. The trainees stood on the top of Mount Olympus, stepping on the verdant grass, where the boundary between the gods and the humans was faintly visible, and there were vast and white clouds floating above their heads. This scene is beautiful, but no one believes that the main system will do such useless work. Just when everyone was in doubt, the mechanical sound slowly sounded. [The third round of dungeons is a collective dungeon, and the trainees of each level enter the same large dungeon collectively, and the level of the dungeon is Super A Grade. S-level trainees will be randomly assigned to the remaining four levels to compete] "Wow¡ª" The four words of collective copy rushed forward and covered their faces, triggering a whisper. The discussion was focused on the CD level, because the SAB level had already been known in advance, and there were no surprises in their faces. [The copy is in preparation...the copy is ready] [Except for the C-level trainees, the rest of the level trainees will immediately begin space transfers] The familiar feeling of weightlessness came from below the stairs. The trainees only felt that their feet were light, and the scenery in front of them solidified into large patches of color. [Didi, the main system is being linked] [The pre-story of the B-level collective dungeon is loading...] The blue sky and white clouds just returned, and the lazy coziness of the temple grass suddenly changed. Dark gray clouds gathered on the low concrete house, dark and heavy, making people feel inexplicably boring. This is a very old school, not only from the dilapidated iron fence at the door, but also from the dirty handles on the flag-raising stand, it has been in existence for some years. The teaching building is the only building inside that has been repainted with drape. Besides, the student dormitory is even more rudimentary and pitiful. It''s just a hassle to put together wooden boards. But it is this middle school that has created the myth of how many college entrance examinations are made and has become the premier key middle school. Countless parents have cut their heads and don''t know how much money they have to pay to put their children into this school, because its heavy-duty rate has reached an astonishing 100%! Everyone arrives. As long as they can enter this school, no matter how mischievous students are, they will eventually become law-abiding students in the minds of teachers and parents. It''s another school season now. The school gate was already crowded with parents who came with their children. They took the students wearing all blue and white uniforms and took the contract handed over by the teacher at the school gate, as if they did not see the above written "This school is a boarding school. If students have accidents in the school, this school will not be responsible. "" in red blood, signed his name with a big stroke, and then greeted the children around him to sign. The trainees couldn''t control their bodies, they could only see it uncontrollably reaching out and pressing a red handprint on the terrifying strip of terrifying contract. The parents raised their heads with satisfaction and handed the contract to the teacher. Someone was standing at the gate of the school and was responsible for explaining, "Yes, we have been awarded national honors for many years... We will definitely cultivate talents that will attract the attention of the country... We will never waste extra Resources." "This school has a very long history, with strong teachers and a rich source of students. After 120 days, you will definitely see a refreshing child." "No matter how mischievous a child is, he will eventually become a good child with excellent learning and high moral character." ...... What''s completely different from all these pictures that seem to stay in the last century is the plaque hanging in front of the school. The plaque was very new, as if it had just been replaced, with a black underside. On that plaque read a few large characters: No.1 Middle School. On the other side of the door, the banner was neatly posted: Only cultivate people who are useful to society. Their colors are so bright, so bright that they seem to bleed. At this moment, all the parents and teachers who bowed their heads all raised their heads and smiled at them with satisfaction, as if they had seen the future of this society. The trainees found in horror-- These people''s faces are horribly hollow. They are all faceless people without facial features! Chapter 76: first Middle school Seeing the faceless man''s smile, everyone couldn''t help but a trace of creeps sprang up from the soles of their feet. They have no faces, but they can clearly feel the ardent and distorted smiles intuitively. The skin smiles but the flesh does not smile. At the same time, the teacher also announced to the parents that in the next 120 days they will eat and live with the students, advance and retreat together, and fight every upcoming exam battle. "Parents are not allowed to enter. Please leave your children at the school gate. You will not be able to accompany them on this road in the future. They must face it by themselves." After everyone signed, the teacher issued black and white cards in turn, and parents without facial features sent their children to the school gate. One by one, they bowed their heads to tidy up their children''s clothes, the flesh on their faces was twisted up high, and they urged the children to be useful to the society. "Mom and Dad are all for your good will send you here. Do you know how difficult it is to grab a place here and how expensive is the tuition for a year? Study hard, don''t live up to our expectations, and get high scores in the exam. , To become a useful person to society, not to become a social scum." "You are all the flesh on the backs of our palms and hands. This society cannot tolerate waste. You want me to lift my head in front of my relatives!" "What''s wrong with suffering now? We are all doing it for you!" ...... The parents hate that iron can''t make steel, and keep talking about their love, never mentioning the appearance of signing the death contract with their own hands just now. "Karma squeaky squeaky¡ª¡ª" The high iron gates of the school were closed, iron chains with thick arms were locked to the iron fences, and cemented locks were put on them. The students in blue and white school uniforms looked up at the fuzzy-faced parents waving at them, and were led into the school like puppets. The surrounding scene changed from the school gate to a dark gray playground. Surrounded by low and dilapidated teaching buildings, in front of which is a flag-raising stand full of stains, the whole school is surrounded by high walls, and the walls are wrapped with thorns and iron wire high-voltage nets, as if the sky is also imprisoned in the surrounding area . Different from the empty playground in the previous plot, this small area is now full of square tables and chairs, like sections of broken wood, full of a sense of age. Rows of teachers in white shirts and overalls stand not far from the front, with flat and terrifying faces, like sculptures poured out of the same mold. The national flag flutters slowly in the air. It is not the style of the national flag familiar to any trainee, and it indicates that this is not reality, but a world full of distortions. Finally, this scene freezes in the air. [The pre-story is over, the main system link is complete] [The third session of thriller trainees is open, currently in the collective copy of B-level trainees: No. 1 Middle School] [The clearance mode of this game is survival mode, no need to take the main task] Hearing that, the trainees on the playground were all dignified. If the protection task is a task that all trainees are unwilling to receive, then the survival mode task is undoubtedly the most dangerous of many tasks. The purpose of the release of this mission implies that many people will stay here forever, let alone a collective copy. After regaining consciousness, many people began to calmly look at the surrounding environment. First, the tables and chairs lined up the entire playground, then to the grass growing in the cement floor of the playground, and the cracked seam on the flag-raising platform. Of course, although the environment is important, most trainees are also concerned about the number of S-levels participating in the game. But there are too many people on the playground, dazzling and dizzying. There are nearly a thousand B-level trainees. Everyone is standing here in school uniforms. It is difficult to find the S-level wearing red badges from the crowd at a glance. While the trainees were observing, the live broadcast room was also opened. [All-round 360-degree panoramic camera with no dead ends has been turned on, and this round of competition is only open to live broadcasts for each class] [The trainee has entered the live broadcast state] Compared with the venue of the A-level collective copy, the audience of the B-level collective copy is obviously less. But this time there are not thousands of venues like the solo show, nor is it like the second one. It''s just divided by level, which greatly concentrates the audience gathering rate. [The live broadcast room is open, brothers and sisters! ¡¿ [Come in, come in, the venue for the B-class bosses...Is this a school? ¡¿ [It looks like it is, and it''s still that kind of shabby school. It¡¯s too miserable, I don¡¯t know if this is a ghostly alien copy, it looks like a great possibility in school] [On the other side, all the A-level trainees have been thrown on the cruise ship, or a luxury cruise; the D-level seems to be on a deserted island, and I don¡¯t know what to do with the island. The C-level stayed in Olympus. The C-level is really miserable. It is estimated that it is the most difficult of these levels] The barrage chattered and discussed, and then the conversation changed. [How many S grades are there in this venue? Sisters, hurry up and look at the camera together] ¡¾what! I saw a no.8 black wizard, damn, no.2 Fanzhuo and no.10 Tuyumen are also] [This game is worth seeing, that¡¯s right, since the live broadcast, the entire forum has never seen the adult in the copy, and I don¡¯t know if he has participated in the collective copy] Just as the barrage was refreshing, the last prompt of the main system came quietly. [The copy of No.1 Middle School has been officially opened] [The duration of this copy is 120 days, and the copy will be closed at 12 noon on the 120th day and settlement will be opened] With the disappearance of the mechanical sound of the main system, the frozen scene came to life in an instant. The principal standing in the middle of the flag-raising platform took the microphone handed over by the teacher. "Teachers and classmates, welcome everyone to attend the No. 1 Middle School in the next 120 days. Before enrolling, we will hold an entrance examination on the playground. Please take your seats in an orderly manner according to the serial number of each class. " Serial number? The trainees bowed their heads one after another, and some people touched their pockets, and really found the little cards that had appeared in the front plot before. It clearly stated which person should be assigned to which class. Zong Jiu also looked down. He was placed in the ninth class. The broadcast on the side guides all students to sit in the playground examination room in an orderly manner. The huge playground is divided into ten areas, each class has exactly one hundred students, and all seats in dense mahjong are filled. Everyone sat in silence, no old man would be as stupid as a reckless newcomer to try to resist the npc. After they were seated, the teachers and teaching assistants standing in front of the flag-raising platform also walked down one after another. There was one person standing in the middle of each row and column, which was very oppressive. Only then did the trainees see the things hanging on the waist of these invigilators, and gasped in their hearts. All of them had a long, barbed black leather whip pinned to their waists, which looked terrifying and terrifying. [Fuck, it hurts if this thing falls on someone] [Is this something for human use? Too cruel] No one dared to speak up now. The principal seemed to be very satisfied with their perdition. The dean received his order and announced in a loud voice, "Now, I invite all invigilators to distribute the test papers." "The exam time is four hours in total. If cheating is found during the period, it will be dealt with in accordance with school regulations." "After the exam, each class will be ranked according to the score. The last person in each class will be sentenced. Please take it seriously." Punishment? ! The trainees looked at each other calmly, and a terrible guess faintly emerged in their hearts. Since it is a survival game, I am afraid that this sentence is the one they imagined. Never fall to the bottom of the class in this exam! The invigilator began to distribute test papers. Sheets of snow-white test papers fell on the table, and the black pen was placed on the corner of the table. All the questions on the test paper are densely packed, a full ten pages of paper, covering all the nine subjects of the history and geography of language, mathematics, English, physics and geography. "Wow¡ª" Not to mention the barrage now, the trainees also exploded. They thought that this exam had another mystery, and who could think of it, it was really just an ordinary exam. Even the questions are difficult for ordinary college entrance examinations! There was a B-level directly cursing, "What kind of underworld stuff? We have all graduated from tm for so many years. Who remembers what we went to in high school?" There is nothing wrong with this statement. They have been in an infinite loop for so long, and most of them are people from all walks of life. They have almost forgotten their careers. How could they still remember the content of high school. Besides, there are other trainees who have not participated in the college entrance examination in other countries. Even if they pass the language test under the blessing of the main system, looking at the test paper in front of them is still like reading a heavenly book. It would be ridiculous to use such a paper to determine life and death. Even the most difficult copy of the main system before, there has never been such a surprise. Just when the others were ready to speak in response, a sudden sound of breaking through the air came. In the next second, the B-level trainee who was still there just now had a deep whip mark on his back, and his skin was open and fleshy. "Ah ah ah ah ah--" With a scream, he immediately rolled from his seat to the ground, rolling on the ground in pain. The invigilator put away his whip indifferently, "It is not allowed to whisper after the test starts. A penalty is recorded and executed after the test is over." The entire playground fell silent. With such an example of killing a chicken and a monkey, although everyone still had an angry expression on their faces, they were silent. Although these invigilators don''t have faces, every trainee can feel the eagle-like gaze they occasionally shot at him, causing goose bumps. They couldn''t discuss it anymore, but the barrage kept scrolling. [Grass, I take back the worst words of C-level, now it seems that B-level is the worst! ! ! ¡¿ [Congratulations on loading a large infinite stream copy of **** mode: college entrance examination] [I am stupid, what is the situation now, let me go out and the ghosts are facing me, I am reluctant to write this test paper, in those years I recalled the fear of being dominated by the college entrance examination. jpg] [These big trainees are too miserable, my goodness, when is this? Who will remember the things from high school back then? Guess one but dozens of chickens and peck at each other.] On the contrary, the three S-classes present were calmer, and Fan Zhuo and the black wizard had even calmly drawn up their pens and began to answer. They have higher authority than B-level. The B-level trainees only know that they want to enter the collective dungeon, but the S-level knows that this dungeon is not only related to the school, but also related to the college entrance examination, so they have made a lot of preparations in advance. For example, Fan Zhuo, he has always been safe in doing things, and he looks far away. After seeing the clues, he listed no less than ten possible plans, one of which was to pack a set of Wusan and Wang Houxiong and throw it into the storage props, and even read it in advance. But Tu Yumen held his head and looked wilted. He thought that the next dungeon was a supernatural event that happened in high school, so he was stupid to think that it was just a test paper. Now when I saw the paper at first glance, the classic non-chief expression of "this is too unlucky" appeared on the face again. After the shock, the other trainees unscrewed the pen cap and looked at the paper. Many people chose to skip the sciences and went straight to the liberal arts battlefield. With so many nouns in science, even if he was the top student in the college entrance examination, he would have to forget everything in this environment for two years in the infinite loop. The only one who can write is the liberal arts. There is no good tool for making nonsense, and even if the main system removes the fuzzy memory, there are not many who can really write. Zong Jiu unscrewed the pen cap, but didn''t rush to start the pen. He pretended to turn the blank test paper over, opened the table top, and put the card in his hand into the storage space inside the table. The sights of several invigilators immediately spurred over, like a light on their backs. However, the white-haired magician had his back straight and sat upright. After putting things in, re-cover the paper, without any intention of trying to cheat. Those few sights circled for a while before slowly retracting. Only the bowed Zong Jiu''s eyes were dark. His hand calmly stroked the thin tabletop, feeling the deep, uneven writing from the back. Just now, the moment the table was opened, he could clearly see the words engraved on the table. The densely packed characters engraved with a knife are distributed on the back of the old and decayed wooden table. Their content is generally the same, all of which are only three characters. --help me. Chapter 77: first Middle school The sky is still dark. This kind of weather in normal times always gives people a foreboding of wind and rain. Put it now, it''s cheaper for the examinees to answer, so they don''t have to be sweated profusely by the scorching sun. The examination room was very quiet, and the needle drop was audible, only the rustle of the pen on the test paper could be heard. Life and death are at stake, regardless of whether they will do these questions or not, even if they pick up a pen, they have to do it! No one will let the multiple-choice questions pass, after all, one in four chances of getting it right. Fill in the blanks and essay questions are left to fate. Science subjects are really not, so skip it. I don¡¯t remember the subject of liberal arts. The reading and comprehension of Chinese is nonsense, the formula of physics and impressions, foreign trainees cannot write Chinese, and English is their home field. Although everyone usually speaks very casually and basically has nothing to do with grammar, they can also guess and write a little bit like guessing the language. Fortunately, although it is a copy world, there is not much difference in world history. As long as people with three views of integrity in politics can do multiple-choice essay questions. It''s a pity that you don''t need to write an essay. If you can write an essay, I am afraid that everyone''s first goal will be to have a composition that is 60 points worth. But as it was written, the trainees also discovered the weirdness of political topics. Political questions have no multiple-choice questions at all. They are all developed in the form of essay questions. At first glance, the questions are very fake. Topic 1: How to become a useful person to society? When many trainees see this question, they just answer it directly with their pen, and they don''t need to think about what they should write. Even if there are trainees who think a little more, they will not think so much when combined with the same high school exam content on the front page. Zong Jiu glanced at politics, put aside his pen, and started with science first. He is very skeptical that there is a problem with the politics of this society. If other people follow this line of thinking to answer, it would be a waste of time for a short four-hour exam to spend time on projects that require writing so many words like politics. I have to say here that Zong Jiu is lucky. First of all, his memory is really good. In addition, magicians occasionally play mathematics magic, so compared to other people''s eyes are blackened, at any rate choose the problem of Jiulian Gulian, and use the reverse method to write that little. But it''s only a little better. Can only write, but the accuracy is not guaranteed. B-levels are all old people who have been rolling and crawling in an infinite loop for many years. If this copy is replaced by a newcomer who has just been dragged into an infinite loop, there may be a little way to go. Changing to an old man is Zhibiao''s S-level difficulty. Zong Jiu suddenly remembered the Sheng Yu he had encountered during the first copy. According to Sheng Yu himself, he was caught in this copy while he was still in his third year of high school. If he is still alive, this copy may be as easy as a fish in water for him. Speaking of Sheng Yu, Zong Jiu''s eyes sank again. He thinks there is a big problem here. First of all, in the original text, Sheng Yu is a non-existent character, who only appeared because of Zong Jiu''s butterfly wings fanning up. Secondly, why would Sheng Yu be manipulated by no.1 as soon as he played? Are there some unknown existences among them? If Zong Jiu''s idea holds true, it is likely that the devil has been eyeing him earlier, but he doesn''t know anything about it. Irritating. The white-haired young man held his head and flexibly turned the pen in a circle between his slender fingers with his right hand. The invigilator who happened to patrol his side saw this scene and warned in a cold voice, "No pen transfers are allowed during the exam." Reminder to reminder, it didn''t come with a whip like before, maybe this is also distinguished according to the severity of the plot. Zong Jiu obediently stopped writing and continued to bury his head in the vast sea of ??questions looking for topics that he would do. [I also drew a paper closer and made it with the trainees. jpg] [How do you feel upstairs? After many years, I was pulled back to the college entrance examination **** again, don¡¯t you feel very kind, slap your shoulders] [Kind, it''s so kind, I saw my scalp numb, my head buzzed, and the teacher''s previous teaching echoed in my ears] [This is really not a question for people. The Olympiad questions on the last page really made my eyes straight. This is the difficulty of the International Olympiad... Yeah.] Time passed by every minute. For four full hours, it was like sitting on pins and needles. The sky was still dark and heavy, and autumn was dull, but there was no sign of rain. Even though they knew it was useless, the trainees still stubbornly filled the entire test paper, looking at the densely packed words. At the end of the exam, there was a small episode in the middle of the exam. A man in a suit, leather and black leather shoes did not know from which corner he walked gracefully, his black hair was tied behind his head, his dark golden eyes were narrowed, his handsome and angular face was full of bewildering beauty, and other pale faces that were vague and without facial features. Out of place. Several B-level trainees who saw this scene in the gap between the pens were so shocked that they couldn''t hold the pen firmly and flew straight to the ground. It''s the adult! ! ! There is never a shortage of no.1 enthusiasts among high-level trainees. Even if it is now in the exam room in the dungeon, his appearance has caused a riot. The trainees were all red with excitement, staring at the demon standing in front of the flag-raising platform like a pilgrimage, exchanging incredulous eyes with each other. Many people participated in this competition just to get a glimpse of this man. It is a pity that since the two copies of the thriller trainee game started, there has been no news of where no.1 appeared in the copy venue. Even when the routine rating and dungeon are turned on, no.1 is often missing. Now he actually appeared in the collective copy of the B-level trainees. All the B-levels and the feeling of Glory Yan came to life spontaneously. Mu Qiang''s concept in the infinite loop is too distorted and has been deeply rooted in the concept of every old man. The power of the devil has long since turned into a deep-rooted symbol in everyone''s minds. Even if everyone is in a different force, they will still worship and thirst and enshrine the existence of the altar. The barrage is also crazy. [Ah ah ah ah fucking! ! It¡¯s no.1 adult] [Misty Grass Misty Grass, has it finally appeared! I am ecstatic to dance! ¡¿ [I was in tears. Why did I watch so many copies of the issue and switch from one channel to another? What made me jump thousands of channels in the first instance, just to find a figure that hasn''t appeared until now? ¡¿ [The groundhog screams! To tell the truth, our team is watching the live broadcast together at the base, and now all of them are kneeling on the ground] In these barrages, there were also some people who had a tricky angle and found that something was wrong. After all, the devil appeared in the faculty seat without any cover, and even the principal and the dean also treated him with courtesy. [Is it possible that this is the privilege of no.1? I didn¡¯t even change my clothes into school uniforms.] [It should be the no.1 privilege. We didn¡¯t see the live broadcast of no.1 before, and we don¡¯t know what''s hidden in it] [Then the gap between no.1 and no.2 is really big, but it is also, the c-bit debut is definitely different] [I think this is too unfair...] [It¡¯s not that I said, don¡¯t forget to follow the basic etiquette. The adults didn¡¯t start the live broadcast before, maybe just because they don¡¯t want unrelated people to wait for more judgments] [It doesn''t matter, everyone is real-name anyway, and the barrage sent out knows who is who. If anyone speaks too much, you don¡¯t need to scold him, just wait for the adult¡¯s followers to come to the door.] [That is, upstairs upstairs upstairs, do you really think you are playing a fair draft? This is an infinite loop. Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss. Is it really the main system to do charity for you? If you are strong, you can also play Keyboard Man] [Oh, I know that when it comes to this adult¡¯s barrage, it¡¯s a **** storm again] [So, only I noticed that there is no rose on the chest of no.1] [The village upstairs is connected to the Internet? The rose was given to that white-haired magician long ago] Just when the B-level trainees were excited in the examination room, the dean suddenly announced in a cold voice, "It''s time for the exam!" The invigilators lined up to the side immediately began to collect papers in an orderly manner. Of course, more proctors still stand in place, monitoring the candidates for cheating. It''s a pity that this rough test disrupted everyone''s rhythm plan. Everyone was a rookie and all depended on each other. If you didn''t know it, you would choose C. Everyone is like this, there is no place to copy, if you get the right answer and copy the wrong answer, how can you have to pay for it? After collecting the test papers, the invigilators held a large stack of test papers and placed them on the table in front of the flag-raising table in the order of the class. There were already thirty or so teachers sitting there, unscrewing the red pen in his hand, and started scoring papers quickly. What''s even more frightening is that they are extremely fast in scoring papers, almost incarnate as a question-watching machine. Everyone changes a subject, and at a glance, they know how many points they have scored in the subject, and the red pens are flying in and out. On the other side, the teacher had already posted a big-character poster next to the playground, with five characters "ranking rankings" written in ink on it, waiting for the scores to come out and starting to rank in order. This scene saw all the trainees standing upright. At this rate, I''m afraid that in one hour...no, half an hour later, dozens of graders will be fresh out. At that time, it is also the time to decide the date of death. Just when they were nervous, the dean of instruction nodded towards the demon and turned to announce to everyone. "Dear students, this is the special lecturer and consultant Teacher Nan hired by our school from colleges and universities. In the next 120 days, Teacher Nan will lead and guide the teaching work of the whole year, let us Applause welcome!" "Papa, papa--" Quite a few B-class patted their hands red with excitement. No one thought about why no.1 was called Teacher Nan, and no one questioned why they were all students, but no.1 was a teacher. The iron law of infinite loop, the weak have no right to question all the decisions of the strong. Only Zong Jiu, who was sitting honestly in his seat, was taken aback for a moment, and then let out a sullen laugh from his chest. At first, he suddenly realized that he thought the devil''s real name was Nan. Later, after thinking about it a little bit, I realized that it was wrong, and then laughed out loud. Writing no.1, pronounced as Nanbowan, isn''t it the surname Nan? This is really a fake pseudonym that can no longer be faked, and it is hilarious without sincerity. Naturally, among a large group of excited trainees, Zong Jiu, a student who made no secret of laughing out loud, was eye-catching enough. At least for people who have been around him since the beginning. The dark golden pupils narrowed dangerously. After the welcome, the dean asked respectfully: "Teacher Nan, look, you are now...?" The background of this teacher Nan is very big. It is said that all the students he teaches are 985211 with the worst record. The first middle school finally invited this cash cow. Naturally, what he said was what he said, and he would do whatever he wanted. "No need." The black-haired man raised his hand casually, "I only provide guidance and supervision." "Oh, by the way, didn''t you say you want to choose a class teacher?" The teacher head nodded like a chicken pecking rice, and a flattering expression was squeezed out of his face without facial features, "Yes, yes, it is the greatest honor of our school that you have this meaning!" head teacher? The trainees in the ten classes immediately cheered up, their eyes burning with expectation. Who knows that the devil hooked his mouth, "Then class ninth." Zong Jiu, who was still bowing his head and grinning secretly, made a bad sound. He raised his head and met the other person''s gaze with a smile. "¡ªOh? How come there is another dyer in this class?" Everyone glanced over. Zong Jiu: "..." Chapter 78: first Middle school Everyone glanced over. Look at the white-haired magician who sits on the playground seat the most eye-catching. ¡¾Ok? Fuck, what''s the situation? Is the devil''s last name Nan? ¡¿ [You really believe it, Nanbowan Nanbowan, you know it is a pseudonym when you hear it] [Ah this, does Teacher Nan guide students online? ¡¿ [No, isn¡¯t the magician a newcomer that this adult admires? Why is it suddenly embarrassing in public now] [I also want to ask this question, the roses are all sent out] [Back upstairs, have you all forgotten that the magician accepted the invitation letter from the Night Clan last time? Isn¡¯t this just slamming No.1 in the face? It¡¯s a good deal to be embarrassed now, right?] Zong Jiu, who was in the focus of everyone''s sight: "......?" The smile on his face froze, and for a moment his face became expressionless. Zong Jiu really wants to ask Teacher Nan if your eyes are a little wrong. There are so many trainees on the entire playground, from all over the world, with colorful hair. Fan Zhuo with gray hair doesn''t hold it. What kind of man is a typical white-haired man who grabs him! It happened that the well-dressed and respectful Teacher Nan didn''t let him go, but slowly walked down from the flag-raising platform. All the B-level trainees were watching him, but the man stepped on the shadows falling on each table accurately, like a hunter who accurately locked his prey, and like a gentleman with a black umbrella in the Victorian era. With a graceful demeanor. After walking closer, the demon deliberately prolonged his voice, "Not only did he dye his hair, but he also wore exaggerated cosmetic contact lenses, blatantly violating school rules and discipline." [Fuck, Shentemo dyes her hair and wears cosmetic contact lenses] [Worry, the magician is miserable, what did we albino patients do wrong. jpg] [Doesn''t this kind of strict management of the middle school have to be pulled back to dye the hair black...] [No, so many trainees have to dye their hair? ¡¿ He said that, the dean of teaching naturally nodded and bowed, "It was our mistake. We forgot to inform the parents to cut their hair and dye it back to black before bringing the child to school." "Then according to the school rules, how should we deal with this situation?" "This--" The director showed an embarrassed expression, "The school door is locked, and now it is impossible to let these students who violate the rules go out for rectification. Why..." He carefully looked at the face of the Nan teacher, "It is better to remember ?" Zong Jiu refused to accept this. He raised his hand, "I am albinism, not dyed hair." Albinism? Now the dean had nothing to say, he looked at the devil, obviously he wanted the other party to decide. no.1 said with interest, "Oh? Then come to my office to check after school." Zong Jiu: "..." This line is very familiar and terrible, and it is almost a dream to return to the abnormal doctor in the mental hospital. "Natural, natural." The director wiped his sweat, "This is a student in your class, Teacher Nan. You can arrange it whatever you want." Turning the topic to this, many B-level trainees who previously thought that the magician angered the devil for gloating also suddenly realized. Good guy, after this journey, people didn''t mean to punish the magician. Looking at this way of deliberately beating in front of everyone and creating opportunities to live alone, on the contrary, it is a bit of an oath to the night clan led by No. 2 for sovereignty, and it means to show off his power. Hearing that, many people secretly looked at the expression of no.2 at the moment. The devil is indeed an unshakable myth in the infinite loop, but if it is the head of the night clan, the audience is also looking forward to a good show. But to their disappointment, Fan Zhuo didn''t have many expressions, his expression was still majestic and indifferent. The blue and white school uniform was worn on the night clan leader, and even if he changed his military uniform, it did not weaken the iron-blood chill of his body. [I understand, lord no.1 feels that the person he likes has been robbed and feels unhappy (x)] [That¡¯s really possible, if you really want to beat, you should shave your head with scissors on the spot] [Are you the devil upstairs? My white-haired magician beauty can never be bald. After thinking about that scene, Yan Gouwang cried out] [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh, who will take the picture in my head away quickly! Although it was forced to speak in a low voice, the magician''s bald appearance would definitely not detract from his beauty! Tremor [Stop, stop, I think it¡¯s necessary for my old fan to come out and say something, don¡¯t try to guess the psychology of that adult with normal thinking, he always does things according to his own preferences] As soon as this episode passed, everyone''s attention returned to the teachers who corrected the test papers in front of the flag-raising stand. What''s shocking is that in such a short period of time for a dialogue, the previous papers have been corrected more than half of the time. On the side, the teacher puts on the glasses and puts the papers on the table, stacking them according to the scores. As the stack of papers became thinner and thinner, the trainees onlookers became more frightened. The atmosphere became more tense and anxious. Among all the dungeons previously opened by the main system, even the super-difficult S-level dungeons will not give people the feeling that they have no bottom in their hearts. The sky was gloomy, the national flag was flying, and the dark gray concrete playground was silent and dead. The shadow gradually moved down, and soon, the last paper also announced the completion of the correction. The teacher began to transcribe the grade list. The big red paper was posted on the list, and the black ink was smeared on it, making it bright and bleeding. The dean took the microphone and said, "All stand up!" The trainees got up under the guidance of the teaching assistant, stood in the middle of the gap between the desk and the desk, and lined up in columns according to the class. "The following will start to announce the ranking according to the total score." "According to the rankings read, each class is ranked internally. The first place sits in the position of serial number one, and this serial number will be your student number in the class. From now on, in the hundred and twenty days of study, No one cares what your names are, and you will be called in accordance with Class X." There is no doubt that the first place fell to No. 2 Fan Zhuo. But embarrassingly, even if he was the first place in the grade, nine subjects plus Olympiad questions, and a total of 1,150 points, he only got a score worth more than half. After the test paper was issued, the gray-haired blood race sat in the first position of the class, curled his eyebrows and looked at the red test paper he had sent down. The black wizard who ranked second was even more miserable, and the distance from Van Zhuo who ranked first plummeted by nearly a hundred points. But at least it is second, and the next ones will only be worse. The Black Wizard was in Class 3 and got the position of student number 1 in Class 3. Of course, the third place could not be another S-level non-chief trainee Tu Yumen, but a half-blood that didn''t make people remember. Unexpectedly, he was also in the first class. So far, the first class has won two of the top three, becoming the student number 2 of the first class. The top three came out smoothly, and the barrage is also being discussed. [Really, this tragic score, if this is not a copy world but a real world, absolutely no one can get admitted to college, laughing and crying] [Which college entrance examination in the real world requires nine subjects plus Mathematical Olympiad? No need to connect with the real world.] [But one thing is right, everyone is confused by the main system, this score looks really shabby] [That''s no way! There is a specialization in the field of art, and what we learn in the infinite loop is how to live desperately. Is it possible that you use the language to count English and five or three to fight monsters? ¡¿ [Van Zhuo can get nearly half of the score is really good, if you let me in, even if you step on the answer sheet, the score will be higher than me] [Hahahahahahahaha laugh and cry, the real power of the non-night clan is very strong, the third place is also a half-blood, too powerful, right?] Four to ten are next. "Fourth grade, Class Nine Zong Nine." Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and walked to the first place in the class amid countless surprised eyes. He didn''t pay attention to the eyes of other people, and straightly picked up the test paper issued by the teaching assistant on the desktop to watch. In these four hours, Zong Jiu wrote almost everything he could write, and he even touched on politics in the last ten minutes. In addition to his good memory, he also has one advantage, that is, Zong Jiu has strengthened his hand dexterity to the top. What is the concept of top flexibility? Not only the wrists and five fingers are extremely powerful, but also when writing at full power, it almost becomes an afterimage, which is comparable to those faceless NPCs with correction papers. Thanks to this, Zong Jiu''s writing speed is faster than anyone else, so after finishing science, he started to add words frantically to liberal arts topics, earning a lot of points. but-- The gray-haired young man raised his eyebrows as he watched the political part of his curly face. Soon, the top ten will be announced. I don''t know if it was intentional or intentional, the ten are basically evenly distributed. Except for Class 10 and Class 1, Class 1 got the two top ten, but Class 10 did not get any of them. Immediately afterwards, the sound of the reading became faster. The trainees took their student numbers in each class according to their rankings. The more the ranking goes back, the more nervous the trainees who have not been named. In such a survival copy, falling to the bottom is undoubtedly equivalent to a death sentence. What''s more, it is not dead in the hands of ghosts, but such a useless way of death. No one would be willing to end up in this way. [The water in the test is too great, everyone is cooking, and the top ten is just standing out from the chicken] [That''s right, there won''t be one hundred and twenty days in the future. If you give the trainees a little time to study, you won¡¯t be able to fight such an unprepared battle. Alas, I feel that the last ten trainees in the final test are very miserable, and it¡¯s really unlucky] [Indeed, as long as you give a little time to review, this is not the case. I have reason to believe that the next exam is estimated to be terrible] The ranking reached the last fifty. What is even more surprising is that among those who didn''t read the name, there is actually an S-rank tycoon Tuyumen. Not only the barrage, the trainees who had already sat on their seats also exchanged glances. It''s not going to be executed by an S class! Finally, when everyone was in fear, among the last thirteen people, the name of Tu Yumen was finally read. "Nine hundred and eighty-seventh, the seventh class of Tuyumen." Onmyoji was relieved, and he didn''t know whether to say he was Ou or Fei. When he was in school, his academic performance had not been very good, and it was the same if he entered an infinite loop. He would not become a schoolmaster just because he became an S grade. But anyway, it was stepping on the shore of life and death, tears filled his eyes. The dean put away the list, "This is the end of the grade ranking." At this point, the last ten were finally announced. The ten B-level trainees standing in place were stunned in disbelief. Someone immediately protested loudly: "This is not fair!" "That''s why the first-time entrance examination has to decide our life and death! We haven''t learned this before!" "It''s been so many years, who remembers the content of high school, is this for fun?" Facing their protests, the faculty were unmoved. The director directly ordered indifferently, "Execution!" In the next second, a whip full of barbed thorns came out of the air and nailed to the bodies of these ten trainees. There are many people who want to come up with special props to resist desperately, but they can''t move, as if they are fixed in place by something mysterious and mysterious, they can only watch the whip wave. The screams spread throughout the playground, and immediately knocked the standing trainees to the ground. Each whip and whip can bring up a large piece of scarlet blood and minced meat, and the scars are broken open, revealing the white bones of Nerisson, which makes people fearful. Both the barrage and the playground were silent. Even if the last ten had colleagues and friends of their own, no one dared to go forward and blatantly defy the NPC''s orders. They knew well that fighting against the npc would only end up with death. Under the pressure of the iron law of the main system, even if the S rank fell to dozens of people, there is still only one word "dead". Until this moment, all people recognize a fact. This copy is different from all the horror copies they have experienced before. Even what level of special props each person owns, and how many life-saving hole cards he owns, all become useless. Here, either learn or die! In a scream, the dean of instruction whispered, "That... Teacher Nan." "Ok?" "The student with dyed hair just passed the fourth grade exam." The director rubbed his hands and said flatly: "Our school always treats students with good academic performances preferentially, and their admission rate is guaranteed by them! Do you think--" "rest assured." The devil showed a tacit smirk and dropped four words coldly. "I have a sense of measure." Chapter 79: first Middle school The screams and the whip breaking through the air still did not stop. After losing the special props, the trainees are just mortals to be slaughtered. Even for trainees who have a high degree of physical strengthening, the fetal flesh/body cannot transcend the boundaries of human beings, and is always under the control of the main system. Gradually, the voice gradually weakened. None of the ten trainees on the playground can stand. Do not. It is no longer accurate to say "person". Because there were criss-cross wounds all over their bodies, the blood flowing out like a stream soaked the grass growing in the cracks of the ground into an unknown color, and there was no whole piece of meat on their bodies. There was even a proctor with a whip and directly broke the neck of one of the trainees, and half of his head drooped down with a terrifying effect, exposing the pure white spine, and the spinal cord could not fall. To be honest, this scene is really scary. In particular, the trainees are still tortured alive. Even if they pass out in a coma, their bodies will still twitch and roll due to the pain, making the scalp numb. After nearly ten minutes of such unilateral abuse, the dean waved his hand. The teaching assistants stopped their whips. At this time, most of the trainees on the ground had already exposed most of their skeletons, with only air coming out, not air coming in. Such a miserable scene, even the experienced B-level trainees sitting on their seats could not help but tremble. Even if it encounters a terrible ghost, it will be killed in one blow. Few horror dungeons will directly use torture methods on trainees. To be reasonable, even if you really want to die, most people are more willing to choose a lighter death, rather than such tortured, no resistance to humiliating death. "Throw them into the sinkhole." The dean of instructors glanced at these unskilled trainees indifferently, "It could have given them a good time, but it is a pity that these people have spoken badly and tried to disobey the school''s rules and regulations." "I only scored a dozen points after the test, enjoying public resources but not doing anything. Living is a scumbag. Today, even if it is for the people to eliminate harm." "Listen well. In No. 1 Middle School, students with poor studies are not eligible to survive. Our school resolves a large amount of garbage every year, which has been unanimously commended and recognized by the state and society." [Oh, what do you mean by poor study and not qualified to live? What disgusting values ??are these?] [Damn, as long as you live long enough this year, you can see all the monsters and monsters in the infinite copy, absolutely] [I thought that the last time the S-Class kept the poor in the sewer''s dungeon was disgusting enough, I didn¡¯t expect this dungeon to be even better...Can the dare score determine a person¡¯s contribution to society? I''m really Resby, hold my fist. jpg] [This copy is really scary, even scarier than those ghost copies, I **** it] [Ten B-level trainees are too miserable, I really would rather die in the hands of ghosts...] On the playground, the director still talked about it. "Our school is a century-old school with a long history. It is an honor for all students to study here. In the next 120 days, we will conduct four large-scale exams. They are divided into the first monthly exam. , Midterm exams, third monthly exam and final exam. This does not include weekly quizzes without penalty." "Only students who have passed these four exams can get the graduation certificate for this semester. The student who gets the first class in each exam is the class leader before the next exam." The trainees in the audience were very clear in their hearts. The final exam was set on the 120th day. As long as they can survive until noon that day, they can be free. According to the grading standard of this copy given by the main system before, it is not even necessary for the trainees to carry out the risky challenge. In this weird, unreasonable copy of the card, the overall ranking obtained determines the evaluation score that the trainee can get in the next round of rating. There are really no trainees to think about this at the moment. It''s good to survive, but Xiao wants to get academic results? Among them, he specifically refers to the Imperial Sect of Learning Waste. He has already lost his face and feels that it is imperative for him to fall to the S-level this time. Just as everyone was thinking about it, the dean of teaching threw down another deep-water bomb/bomb. "...In this final exam, dozens of grades are eliminated. In the next monthly exam, we will rank ten classes based on the average class score." "The lowest-ranked class will be punished by all punishments!" At this moment, all the trainees showed an expression of disbelief. Rank by average! what does that mean? This means that ninety-nine students in each class must advance and retreat together. As long as one person does not study well and drags the class back, it is very likely that he will be punished with the whole class. This is not a punishment for playing a house or a penalty station! It''s a battle of life and death! Thinking of the tragic situation of the ten trainees who were unable to fight back, everyone felt fear in their hearts. Because since this rule was announced, everyone''s life is not only in their own hands, but also in the hands of other students in the class! The rules of the main system directly disrupted all the clearly divided B-level trainees from the original forces, and turned them into ten different camps that were reorganized. The classmates in other classes are no longer colleagues or friends of the same organization, but serious competitors. In the face of life and death, no amount of friendship is useful. [Is this sick, just eliminate a class from the next monthly exam? ¡¿ [A class is a total of ninety-nine B-level trainees! Said to be eliminated and eliminated? That''s right] [Yeah, what if a class with S-level trainees is eliminated? I''m already shaking] [What kind of hell-level dungeon is this, I''m a mother, if someone in the class drags down and lowers the average score, wouldn''t the whole class have to be buried with him? ¡¿ Among the trainees in the ten classes, the tenth class had the most intense reaction. Two of the top ten are in the first class. The first place in the tenth class is only in the twelfth grade, which is naturally a big gap with other classes. They comforted themselves, "Don''t be afraid, where can I see so much in the first test, we may still be able to rush to it after 40 days of study." "That is, don''t extinguish your own power and aspirations to others." "Yes, this is a desperate thing, we can''t counsel ourselves first." ...... Immediately afterwards, the dean announced the end of the exam and the news that classes would start as usual in the afternoon. So the trainees got up from the playground according to the instructions, moved the tables and chairs back to their classes, and started preparing for class. The classroom has neatly posted the daily school schedule of No.1 Middle School in the fall. There is no breakfast, lunch or dinner on the timetable. Obviously, the main system is a version of the schedule that is specifically adjusted according to the trainees not needing food. Read one class in the morning, four classes in the morning, four classes in the afternoon, and two self-study classes in the evening. From afternoon school to evening self-study, there is a period of time for students to freely arrange activities for daily washing; the evening self-study originally has three sessions, and the third session is also used for students to arrange freely, which is full of arrangements. Among these classes, the most active atmosphere is none other than the ninth class. After all, when he was just in the playground, the adult directly named him as the head teacher of Class 9. With the opportunity to get no.1 personal guidance, all the B-level trainees in Class 9 are honored. Of course, except for Zong Jiu. After returning to the class, before the teachers came back, the trainees in the class chatted with each other one by one. "Our class teacher turned out to be that adult!" "My God, it''s such an honor!" "I didn''t expect that this time he would personally participate in the copy." Zong Jiu listened to the side and found that these trainees were also very quick to enter the drama. This has already begun to be commensurate with our class. This is really a very good phenomenon. However, Zong Jiu was a little uncomfortable listening to them all the time, so he decisively interrupted the discussion of these people. "Did you get zero points in your politics?" Everyone was silent. They haven''t figured out what kind of attitude they should have toward the magician, but they think that the other party is the first in the fourth class after all, or the squad leader appointed by the teaching director, and the devil is optimistic about the potential stocks. Think about the rules and regulations of this school. Maybe everyone will have to beg for money under the monitor before the next exam. Nobody can save face, so they answered. "Yes, my politics is basically full, and the result is also zero, which is really outrageous." Another trainee with student number ninety-nine trembled: "I''m almost full, too. Damn, I can write the political part of this paper, but I didn''t even get a point, almost... ..." The school number ninety-nine means that he is ranked last in the class. It is indeed stepping on the line of life and death, almost falling into an adult grade and ending up with dozens of students. "Oh, the next exam will be ranked by class." Everyone was anxious and couldn''t help smiling bitterly, "If it''s better than the others, I don''t know how many years have passed since we graduated, and we have to come back and learn the content of high school again... It''s a crime." "Yeah, let alone the content of high school, I don''t remember anything in the real world." Thinking about being enemies with friends and colleagues in the past, everyone felt a little dull in their hearts, "In the past, when we were in an infinite loop, we always acted in small teams. The team and the organization were all born side by side and dead brothers. How can I think of this time. .....Ugh." "Don''t think about it so much." Zong Jiu frowned, "There are still thirty days, everyone is on the same starting line. No one can tell what will happen by then." "Will you choose to give up and give up your hope of life to others?" There was silence in the classroom. This sentence is sharp and sharp, but it is also true. People are selfish, even if they can''t bear it, they will still move forward. But there is still a thorn in dissatisfaction, "This is just a test. How much gold do you think your number one can have? Don''t wait until the next monthly exam and you will be kicked out." "Oh? I''m sorry, even if it''s a rough test, you have only tested more than 50 people. If you can, you can show me the first one next time?" The man choked immediately. "Since I am the squad leader, put my words here first." The white-haired magician crossed his hands and said in a cold voice, "For the next forty days, I don''t want anyone in our ninth class to drag the whole class behind." "From now on, no matter whether you are willing or unwilling, which organization you come from, what a powerful means of life-saving. Now those are not important, we are a line of grasshoppers." "Adults, times have changed, and test scores are the only indicator and discrepancy." "of course--" Zong Jiu dragged his voice, "If anyone dissatisfied with my class leader, either he will pass me in the next exam, or he will have a fight in the woods after school. If I can''t beat me, all will shut up and obey me." The class fell silent all of a sudden, showing excitement one by one. When Zong Jiu was surprised that they were unexpectedly well-behaved, he suddenly realized something and slowly turned around. The black-haired man with a book was standing behind him, his slender figure leaning slightly. The cold hands were placed on Zong Jiu''s shoulders, and the coldness seemed to soak through the blue and white school uniforms, directly spreading to the skin surface, and the cold was in the bone marrow. "Very good mobilization speech, but let me remind you." He smiled and said: "Private fights are strictly prohibited on campus, and offenders will be recorded directly." Chapter 80: first Middle school As soon as no.1 appeared, the classroom was suddenly silent. Instead, the barrage screamed louder. [Real-name envy of the ninth class student oooooooo, I also want to have such a class teacher] [Ah this... No matter how fanatical worship is, you don¡¯t have to, do you want to enter this hell-level copy? ¡¿ [Laughing so hard at me, brother upstairs, so direct] [Come on, those who can be selected into the horror trainee competition are all big guys. It is good for us rookies to watch the live broadcast between the horror dungeons. What do you think] Originally Xian Zongjiu was still speaking harsh words here, trying to establish his prestige as the squad leader. To be reasonable, if it hadn''t been for this dungeon to engage in such an insidious collective mode, Zong Jiu wouldn''t be concerned about these nosy matters. When he was in the psychiatric hospital dungeon, a newcomer dared to be a lone wolf; the deserted village dungeon could only go deep into the enemy camp after getting the inner ghost card. When it comes to fear, he has never been afraid, and has always been rebellious. But now it''s different. In case one of the trainees in the class loses the chain, the whole class will be the unlucky one. Zong Jiu didn''t want to be dragged down at all. He didn''t know any of the B-level trainees in the class, but these people together can control your life and death, and it feels very uncomfortable. If their class really had a few hindrances, and they would get involved by that time, Zong Jiu would be mad at him without even needing an NPC to do it. So to sum up, for his own sake, Zong Jiu also had to give the classmates a stance to stabilize people''s hearts, so as not to lose the chain during the next exam. As a result, when Ma Wei was halfway down, the head teacher came. The feeling of turning back at that moment is indescribable, and it is almost a dream of the kind of fear that the head teacher would stand behind when he turned back on the phone when he was a student. Zong Jiu silently stepped forward and broke free of the hand on his shoulder. He noticed that although the other party was wearing a suit, his hands were again wearing those white gloves. But even with so many layers of cloth covering, it can''t dissipate the chill on the opponent''s body. Reminiscent of seeing the criss-crossing scars on No.1''s hands in the dormitory of trainees, Zong Jiu was thoughtful. The devil seemed to be indifferent to his indifference. He shrugged, turned his head and walked to the podium, "Ready to go to class." no.1 Who dares not to give orders? Ninety-nine trainees, you look at me, I look at you, and immediately turned back to the seat. No one dared to interrupt. They smelled something wrong from the weird interaction between these two people. Zong Jiu was about to pick a position in the last row of the classroom, but as soon as he walked back, a smile came from behind him. "The squad leader should lead by example and sit in the first row of the class." So the white-haired young man''s feet just stepped out, he turned his head and turned a corner, and turned into a direction facing the devil, steadily pulling apart the first row of seats and sitting down. Sit and sit, who is afraid of whom! Zong Jiu stared back unwillingly. From a demon''s point of view, the pale pink eyes are as round and fierce as a cat stepped on its tail. As if being pleased, the man let out a chuckle in his throat. When the other trainees saw this scene of them, they were all unabashedly shocked in each other''s eyes. Even the barrage is refreshing. [No, don¡¯t you think this adult¡¯s attitude towards the magician is a bit strange...] [I also found out that I was a bit deliberately targeted before, and of course I also had a sense of targeted just now] [What I said upstairs is wrong. Although there is a sense of targeting, how can this feeling be so strange...It''s not a hostile life and death, I can''t describe it, but there are contacts, even if I have to say something It''s kind of subtle... um] [Positive answer, I always feel that the atmosphere between them is at odds with each other, but others just can¡¯t get in the atmosphere between them] [Indeed, that¡¯s how it feels, but think about it, at the beginning, the devil expressed his appreciation for the magician in full view. Could it be that the magician behind agreed to the night clan¡¯s solicitation and felt that he couldn¡¯t make it through. So...? ¡¿ [Can you stop guessing, how many times will I say, don''t try to guess the psychology of this adult. In my opinion, adults think that magicians are more interesting and fun] ...... No.1 Teacher Nan is not only the head teacher of Class 9, but also teaches biology classes for the whole year. For the first lesson, the book hasn''t been sent yet, and the devil is not going to teach them. After everyone was seated, one admirer finally spoke boldly, "My lord..." The slender piece of chalk rolled around on the white gloves, leaving behind an inconspicuous circle of dust. The man''s expression was slightly unhappy, "Call the teacher." The admirer seemed almost to knelt down on the spot, shaking his whole body into a sieve. "Ms. Nan and Nan." The devil nodded indifferently, "For the next 120 days, I don''t want to hear anything other than the word "teacher" from your mouth." "This is a copy world of the horror trainee competition. It is not an infinite loop, nor is it a trainee dormitory. I am an NPC, your head teacher. But this does not mean that you can be superior in these ten classes and win without fighting. ." These words can be described as very harsh and merciless. It not only expresses the identity position, but also contains explanations. Many trainees suddenly realized. It turns out that the permissions of No.1 are different from them. Ordinary trainees need to enter the dungeon, but No.1 can act as an npc. This rhetoric is enough to explain why from the first game, no matter it is the trainees or the barrage, no one has seen the trace of No.1. In addition, the trainees also made up their own brains to play the NPC. The role-playing mode is divided into three categories: low, medium, and high. The low-level role-playing mode is like a deserted village copy, just giving a normal card or an inner ghost card the identity is hastily. The ID card of the moderate role-playing mode will give a character, and the trainees need to act in accordance with the character given by the ID card. The high-level role-playing mode is the most difficult. It not only needs to avoid the danger inside the copy, but also needs to combine all the information given by the ID card to perform a perfect role-playing. Once the npc detects that something is wrong, it is likely to affect the direction of the next copy. Now that no.1 says so, everyone has acquiesced that what he was holding was a role-playing npc identity card. NPCs have the limitations of NPCs, and trainees also have the limitations of trainees. Since it is a roleplay, it is also in the copy, so naturally it cannot be favored. The classroom was a little dull for a while. Even if no.1 is their head teacher, it can''t bring any direct effect. There was a perplexed fear in everyone''s heart. This is only the first monthly exam, and an entire class will be eliminated. What if it¡¯s a midterm exam? How about the second monthly exam? What about the final exam? In the end, how many B-levels can there be who can stay on the school playground and successfully pass the collective copy? The devil said lightly, "The next monthly exam will be 30 days later. I hope you won''t let me down." A short sentence directly mobilized the depression in the previous class. The B-level trainees lifted up their spirits, and all of them said in unison, "Yes!" They almost overturned the classroom roof. It seems to them that being able to let this grown-up not be disappointed is the goal they have strived for throughout their lives. For this kind of battle, no.1 is not surprising at all, and even some lack of interest. However, this lack of interest is very difficult for other people not to come out, and it is very subtle in Zong Jiu''s eyes. The white-haired youth sitting in the first row pouted his lips without a trace. That''s an exaggeration. I don''t know what kind of ecstasy the devil is pouring these trainees into, one by one, like the Death Eaters worshiping Voldemort, they can''t wait to rush up and kiss the toes of his black leather shoes, screaming mylord. In summary, blindness can be cured. ...... "Number one." Just as Zong Jiu was thinking, a deep voice suddenly sounded from the podium, "The first in class, you will analyze the biological volume of this test." Zong Jiu, who won a total of less than 25 points in a single biology subject: "..." With so many nouns, even the book hasn''t even been published to let people read them. Who can tell one, two, three, four? Zong Jiu grabbed the paper and stood up with hatred. If his eyes could kill people, he felt that the devil had been cremated by him and sent to the crematorium thousands of times. In this class, no.1 asked a total of three questions, and Dian Zongjiu answered three times in total. He was lucky to pass the first two times, and the third time he was fined to stand because of an incorrect answer. Now, even if other trainees are blind, they can see that the devil is simply picking the magician''s sting. [Gan! Miserable, magician, miserable] [I am now finally able to be sure that whether it is admiration or percussion, the magician has received the only special attention of this adult over the years, whether this is luck or misfortune] [Could it be that the magician has accepted the invitation of the night clan and is ready to become a half-vampire? Alas, if this is the case, then the magician might really anger no.1] [Demon is watching you, magician, you have to be careful...] When the class finally came to an end, the whole class suddenly stood up, bowing and shouting goodbye to the teacher. Only Zong Jiu did the opposite. The old **** was sitting on the ground again, dragging me from two to eight hundred thousand, and I was indifferent and indifferent. The devil didn''t care about it, instead he picked up the book he hadn''t opened, and slowly walked off the stage. Everyone''s eyes followed the man''s movements. He walked up to the gray-haired youth and knocked on the table. Zong Jiupian didn''t raise his head, closed his eyes and rested his mind. He couldn''t help the devil. After experiencing the dungeon of the deserted village, the devil did not know why he had stopped killing. After abandoning the life and death at the beginning, the two of them turned out to be exceptionally elementary school students. You and me, but both of them are both grudges and retributions. In the gasp of other people watching him openly disobey the adult, no.1 put the biology lesson plan on the table in front of him. The devil''s voice was playful and ambiguous for no reason. "After the evening study is over... don''t forget to come to my office." After the black-haired man disappeared at the door of the classroom, the trainees in the class erupted in exclamation. They looked at Zong Jiu incredulously, "You just disobeyed that lord!" "And still blatantly rebelling against the tune! Oh my God!" Thousands of words come together into one sentence, that is-- How dare you do this! do you know who he is? ! He is a man who has stood at the top of an infinite loop for not knowing how many years! The style of the painting is similar to "Do you know what you refuse? What you refuse is the love of a god!" Some fight. Zong Jiu really felt that as long as he encountered the devil, the low-level trainees would be fine. It''s just that these high-level trainees are just like being cast down, like bamboo shoots after a rain, with strange flowers popping up one by one. "Oh." The white-haired young man said indifferently, "We are in the dungeon now, the devil is playing the teacher, and I am a student. Trainees and trainees can''t fight each other. In the long run, you can''t kill each other in the trainee dormitory. It¡¯s the same until the end of the game." "Except for our class being wiped out in the next exam, can he kill me?" "That being the case, he can''t kill me, why should I be afraid of him?" other people:"......" For a while, I felt that these remarks were very reasonable, and I couldn''t refute them. Chapter 81: first Middle school After Zong Jiu was so savagely messed up, the trainees in Class 9 actually felt that what he said had so little truth. Even let alone a trainee, the barrage was silent for a while. Intellectually told them that the magician would wake up the dreamer with a single word, but emotionally told them that they couldn''t just be influenced by words. It took a long time for the trainees to come back to their senses. They looked at the gray-haired magician with Mengxin eyes, and sighed, "You are a rookie, you don''t understand how terrible that adult is." In a religious sense, the demon represents a kind of **** creature that manipulates and deceives humans in mythology. They look like goats, possess unparalleled evil power, like to confuse them with words, and are loyal to watching the ugly appearance of human beings lost in the swamp. Why does no one know the real name of no.1, and only use the powerful and unknown words like "demon" to respect him? Because no.1 is strong enough and scary enough. He is like a mystery, turning out to appear in the world of infinite loops, and when he appears, he set off unparalleled feverish fear. At first, the devil became famous for ruining a copy world. No one knows what happened in that S-level dungeon. All people know is that as his black leather shoes stepped out of the dungeon exit, the main system announced that the entire series of dungeons had collapsed at the same time. You know, although the S-level copy is scary, it will be recycled. It''s just that this time is usually many years, for example, the copy of the "Book of the Dead" will reincarnate every ten years. Although there will be no history in the infinite loop, when the trainees enter these S-level dungeons, they can still find the clues left by the predecessors. But the demon was the next instance, and it collapsed a single instance of the world. His power is unheard of, unseen, and no one has ever thought of it. Whether it is an S-level copy or an F-level copy, it has a very complete background or facilities. Before the arrival of the devil, the most exaggerated trainee had only destroyed a certain scene in a copy. After all, there is the personal strength of ¡®unsurpassed humans¡¯, and the iron law of ¡®unsurpassable ghosts¡¯ is also there. The room for trainees to play is reduced to a minimum. In such a time when everyone''s goal is to live, some people sway at the highest point, humming casually. In the distorted background, thousands of horror copies collapsed. He never cooperates with others, is alone, unpredictable. Moreover, when launching an attack, regardless of whether it is the enemy or the enemy, it often indirectly affects one''s own side. But the death rate of survivors who were lucky enough to have a copy with the devil was notoriously low. It is common for S-level instances to destroy groups like this, and where the mortality rate is as high as 50 or 60%, it is simply a good thing that you can''t ask for a Bodhisattva to worship the Buddha. The first admirers were born from the survivors of these copies. Those who can enter the high-level dungeon, their own strength is not too bad, the greater the shock they will receive. They were lucky enough to survive, and they shivered and said that the man was an out-and-out lunatic. He can easily evoke the scariest and darkest part of the human heart. All the pain and struggle of human beings are not worth mentioning in his eyes. But the devil¡¯s madness is not really the madness of a mental illness. No one knows the rules better than him, and skillfully manipulates the rules in the palm of his hand, like a condescending ruler, looking at the world with cold eyes from above the ground, and the malicious leaks occasionally can only make people feel terrified. He wandered through this filthy and ugly world holding a black umbrella, and the abyss behind his dark golden pupils was occasionally full of interest and often lack of interest. It seems that nothing can stay in his eyes forever, arrogantly incredible. This kind of carelessly powerful, wandering elegantly on the edge of the knife, at the same time, with the ultimate to terrifying personality charm, it is frightening and can''t stop being attracted. The infinite loop is inherently a morbid place. People who enter here, even if they are not sick, have contracted the disease in such an extremely life-threatening suffocating environment. Gradually, after creating countless irreplaceable myths, the devil was enshrined in the altar by everyone. The Joker can become the Emperor of Gotham, Voldemort can become the Dark Lord, and Hitler can harvest so many followers. Because the clown was so mad and lawless, because of Voldemort''s cruel rule, and because Hitler actually brought hope to Germany after the First World War, which spurred this defeated country''s ailing economy. It''s just that this light was too short and false, and it was swallowed by greater desire/hope in an instant, and fell into a more terrifying abyss. In an era of despair, the more unpredictable fear, the more it can become a crowded existence. Crazy people are always the most popular. The trainee hesitated, "That adult has a lot of followers, but since we are in the same class now and he is a teacher, it is better not to face the enemy as much as possible." For these trainees, this concept has become a deep-rooted impression for so many years, and it is difficult to reverse. It has nothing to do with life and death, but simply a twisted respect for the strong. Want to break this situation unless the devil falls and the new **** is crowned. This point also coincides with Guiguzi''s prediction. The white-haired young man lowered his eyes and thought, without saying a word. He still has fresh memories of Zhuge''s secret affairs. After the devil left, Zong Jiu drew a tarot card. He wanted to see who, the Devil and Zhuge An, had lied. Although Zong Jiu didn''t believe what the two people said. Unexpectedly, Zong Jiu drew the same card from them. When I meditated on Zhuge An, I got the moon in the right position. The devil is the moon inversion. In the deserted village dungeon, he also drew this card from Yin Po. If this card is inverted, it actually means that the clouds and mist have opened up the first sight of the moon, the break of dawn and the turning point. In the right position, it represents the dangerous subconscious, unknown, unforeseen danger, weird and uneasy. ¡ª¡ªAnd deception. #### After the afternoon class, the trainees all went to the dormitory. There is a period of time for student activities from noon to afternoon and afternoon to evening self-study. The second night of self-study is the end of school in a broad sense. The third night of self-study allows students to arrange freely, or go to the office to have problems and so on. Like the dilapidated teaching building, the dormitory is damp and cramped and full of age. The surroundings were repainted with white powder, but they couldn''t hide the cracked wall cracks and the corners covered with black moss. Incandescent lamps are hung from the cobwebs on the ceiling, projecting pale light. Rows of invisible rooms are distributed on both sides of the corridor, which gives people a very uncomfortable and horrible feeling. Many trainees stayed away and whispered, "This dormitory won''t be haunted...how it feels gloomy." [This is all on a high school campus, how could there be no strange talk] [Let me think about what campus ghost stories are there, such as the red dancing shoes in the dance studio? One more step? The cement plaster statue in the studio? The person who was hanged? Hanako in the toilet? ¡¿ [The strange story copy is really scary, the last time I met a slit girl in the C-level copy, it almost died out] [Fogweed, the C-level dungeon has the rift girl? Yaoshou] On the other side, a trainee happened to inquire about the predecessor of this dormitory. "Have you seen another dormitory? Here, it''s over there." Everyone looked in the direction of his fingers. On the other side of the playground, there is a house next to this dormitory. This house looks the same as the dormitory in front of them, except that the front is locked with chains to prohibit anyone from passing through. "That building is said to be the boys'' dormitory of the former No. 1 Middle School. There were still people living in the previous year. The dormitory we live in now is the previous dormitory for girls." Hearing what he said, everyone was a little confused. There were still people living in the last year. Why did the school not open the dormitory for boys, but instead open the dormitory for girls to live in? [I have an unknown hunch] [Me too, think of things that may be haunted in this school, the big thing is not good] [It¡¯s impossible for ordinary schools to suddenly give girls¡¯ dormitories to boys, unless it¡¯s... Uh, you know, people commit suicide in most colleges, and then they¡¯ll be replaced by boys in the next term and live in Chongyang. gas¡¿ [I corroborate that our team participated in a copy of the school before. There was a famous Mandarin Duck Building in that university. On the left is the female dormitory and the right is the male dormitory. Everyone knows that in general, male dormitories in universities are male dormitories, and female dormitories are female dormitories. There will be no mixed-gender dormitories in the same building, and the dormitory management is not easy to manage. As a result, when we did the main line of the dungeon, we discovered that there was a girl who got pregnant unexpectedly last time. The scumbag cheated with her on her back and got involved with Xiaosan. Xiaosan Yaowu Yangwei didn¡¯t know where he got the test sheet for the girl¡¯s abortion and pretended to miss it. It¡¯s posted in the class space, and the whole school knows about it. Later, the girl couldn''t think about it for a while. She hanged herself in the dormitory during the 11th holiday. When the roommate came back and opened the door of the dormitory, the body stinks... This was a big mess and was suppressed by the school. After a year or two, the newly enrolled younger brother was arranged to live in after the client graduated from that term. I didn¡¯t expect it to be haunted.] [Fogweed, this one upstairs is so scary] Just as the barrage discussion was in full swing, the residence tube appeared. Aunt Su Guan is also the same as the parent and teacher of this copy, her face is cold and hollow. She took all the trainees to the lobby in the dormitory. The lobby is decorated with yellow tiles and surrounded by stairs. "Get up at 6:50 in the morning and have to leave the dormitory at 7:30. Turn off the lights and power off on time at 11:30 in the evening, and lock the door at 11:50 in the dormitory. ." "I will patrol routinely in the early morning. If I see someone''s dormitory light or noisy, I will also be named." The dormitory guard emphasized the discipline of the dormitory, and some trainees looked tremblingly at the ceiling behind her. In fact, many people saw that existence when they entered the lobby. From the ceiling, a long piece of rope hung down, and the end was still stained with some unidentified black marks. When I approached, I could even see debris like skin tissue. As if noticing the look in their eyes, Aunt Su Guan grinned, "That was left by the last few students. In each session, some people can''t bear to end their lives with it." "I don''t know whose turn it will be this year." Chapter 82: first Middle school "Oh, every year, there are some students with poor psychological acceptance. But it''s not just the rope, some dormitories have the tip of the iron bed, and they just hit it directly. Guess what, they pierced their temples with a bang; public. The toilet cleaner in the toilet was filled with a bottle, and the belly was turned out and rotten; I ran into the Houshan water tank and found it after a few days of soaking. No wonder the drinking water smelled strange during those few days... of." Regardless of their feelings, the dormitory guards said in a big way, counting down the students who committed suicide in the dormitory over the years. "I can''t bear this bit of hardship. I want to get a good college entrance exam? It''s a pity that their parents spent so much effort to send it to the town. Before, a student from the countryside said it was the hope of the whole village to raise money to send him, so he just took an exam. I didn¡¯t do well in the exam, and finally turned over a few hills and dragged it back with a scooter. Let me say, these children are raised in the palms of their hands, and it¡¯s better to die now than to enter the society to harm others in the future. Up." These words, coupled with the rope that swayed and swayed automatically without wind, caused many trainees to chill for no reason. If it is really the flowers of the motherland, you will definitely not believe that there is no haunting. The problem lies here. I have been in the infinite loop for so long, and I have been able to get to the B-level trainee. Naturally, I understand that if you want to come out of this kind of school, you must also come out of a very dark ghost. If you fail the exam, you will have to die, and there are people who don¡¯t know how many deaths in the school, in such an extremely oppressive environment. Naturally, you can imagine what life will be in the next one hundred and twenty days. After saying enough, the dormitory remembered the business, "Okay, I won''t talk to you anymore, let''s split the dormitory." Originally, the trainees thought that the dormitories were also allocated according to classes, but what they didn''t expect was that the dormitories turned out to be free combinations. This school will be so kind All the trainees were a little surprised. But at this time, no one questioned, but silently began to look for a small partner. The dormitory is for ten people. As long as ten people are gathered together, you can go to the dormitory to get a sign. The other trainees are all elderly, and basically have friends who have fun or know well, and no matter how bad they are, they can find colleagues in the same organization. Only the white-haired young man stood alone with his hands in his pockets. No one dared to invite him rashly, and the latter seemed to have no intention of actively looking for a roommate. Until another gray-haired man split the crowd and brought his subordinates from a distance. The man''s jaw line is sharp and hard. He looked at Zong Jiu and nodded politely, "Together?" The trainees who saw this scene in the lobby were all surprised. If it weren''t for the live broadcast room to only broadcast live in the classroom, I am afraid that the barrage would have to be brushed up now. The people began to whisper to each other, "Are those rumors true before? The magician rejected the kindness of the adult and joined the Night Clan instead?" "It''s mostly true, when have you seen the no.2 boss take the initiative to invite?" "What is the picture of the magician? After so many years, that adult has only expressed his appreciation for him..." The whispering sound was clear in the ears of the half-vampire. Fan Zhuo twisted his eyebrows deeply and waved his hand. The third grade of Class One and the subordinate of the night clan immediately understood and announced loudly. "His Royal Highness intends to convene the monitors of the whole grade to study together. If you are in a dormitory, it will be more convenient to communicate." "Just now, the black wizard of the Witch Demon Society also agreed to join it." After such an explanation, the gossip stopped. Talking about studying seriously, no one knew that it was to facilitate communication between the classes, so he silenced. Even if he knew that Fan Zhuo was the original owner of the marriage contract, Zong Jiu did not intend to give him much face. After listening to these words, he thought a little, and chose to nod in agreement. The school clearly wants them to compete with each other. If the trainees can unite in this situation, it would be a good idea. Just managing a class is enough to be a master, he doesn''t want to be a bird. Now that Fan Zhuo looks like he wants to brainstorm and intervene, Zong Jiu is happy to cooperate. Among the B-level trainees, there are many members of the Night Clan and the Witch Demon Society, and when the leaders of the two major forces have expressed their cooperation, no one dared to jump out and find it unhappy. Soon, the monitors of the ten classes gathered together and stood in the center. Fan Zhuo swept around, his gaze fell on the monitor of one of the squads. The squad leader of Class 7 was also a half-vampire of the Night Clan. After he leaned toward Fan Zhuo to show respect, he consciously withdrew from the leadership circle. Some dumbo-faced Tuyumen were joined in. Master Onmyoji looked at the circle of school tyrants, and scratched the hair that was about to fall out in future studies, "This...I''m not the squad leader?" Fan Zhuo waved his hand, "The squad leader of Class 7 is my subordinate and absolutely obeys my deployment. There is no big difference between joining and not joining." Although everyone was a little surprised by the ranking result of this no.10, this was just an unprepared test, and the mistakes were normal. As one of the four S-ranks randomly assigned to this dungeon, Domemon is a free man, but he also has a lot of popularity among the trainees. Regardless of whether it is from the respect of the same S-level or other aspects, they should join the core leadership circle. Domemon: "..." He really wants to say that S-level does not mean that he is a master. The kinsman, the times have changed, and the concept should be changed! Next time, if you don''t give this big brother the last test in the class, you may not know how good he is as a scumbag. After the number was fixed, the group went to get the sign. Aunt Su Guan looked up at them, "It''s all the monitor? Then go to 101." Everyone couldn''t figure it out, and a group of people filed to the door of 101 and opened the door. The dormitory is very simple, ten iron rail beds are covered with wooden boards, and the quilt is a roll of moldy quilt and pillows. At least two pillowcases and quilt covers must be put on to isolate the decayed smell. There is only one big shower room in the whole dormitory building, and there is no blockage inside. There are only iron pipes installed on the mottled and dirty walls. When taking a bath, you can only see a piece of white flesh. There are 990 people in the light B-level trainees living in a fifth-floor dormitory. As a result, all the public facilities are not mentioned on the first floor. The hardware facilities such as shower room, water room and toilet are far from enough. In the toilet, it can be said that as long as the trainees don¡¯t eat, they don¡¯t need to excrete. However, hot water can only be supplied for a fixed period of time. According to this configuration, I am afraid that just taking a bath every day will be a big battle. 101 is different from other dormitories in that there is a narrow private bathroom inside. "It looks pretty good, we don''t have to fight for the big shower room with other trainees." Domemon glanced inside. Although this shower room is not big, it has all the internal organs and is completely sufficient for bathing. He smacked his lips, "The top students have preferential treatment, this school is real enough." The black wizard walking beside Zong Jiu suddenly said, "Let''s start." This sentence seemed to open a signal. A light black mist condensed from the hands of the black wizard, and the dark red in Van Zhuo''s eyes seemed to be lit. There was silence in the dormitory, until the black mist that appeared on the hands of the black wizard blocked the few imperceptible corners pointed by the vampire, everyone looked at each other. "Sure." Fan Zhuo''s red eyes darkened. He rubbed his temples a little tiredly, "I will trouble you for the next 100 days." The black wizard retracted his hand indifferently, "Small things." Zong Jiu squinted his eyes, and understood the dumb riddle they were playing. "A bug?" When he was in the classroom before, he noticed that surveillance was installed on the front and back of the classroom. Not only dormitories, but also in the corridors and stairwells. Including the lobby and aisle of the dormitory, there are even the dormitory. "Yes, surveillance and eavesdropping are everywhere in this school." Fan Zhuo''s face was low, "After the dormitory is allocated, the monitors of each class should inform the trainees in their class, call out the people, and communicate them one by one." "In these days, if there is something important, don''t speak directly in public." With so many monitoring equipment, all the students'' movements are well known to the school. I can think of it, NPCs should not want the trainees to unite. They are eager to kill chickens and curse monkeys again. "Let''s not talk about this for now, let''s sort it out and discuss it later." Zong Jiu looked around and chose a location for the upper bunk. The white-haired young man jumped up on the handrail beside him, rolled up his sleeves, and started to make the bed very skillfully. When he had just made the bed and was about to go down to get the pillowcase, a pale arm just came out of the black robe and handed the pillowcase up. Zong Jiu lowered his head and saw that the man in a black robe was standing next to his bed. From his angle, he could only see the thin lips under his hood. "Thanks a lot." He thanked him. The dark wizard seemed to nod his head indifferently. His slender fingertips lightly tapped in the air, and the quilt and pillow core were wrapped in the black mist, and he flew into the pillowcase and quilt cover. This hand really surprised Zong Jiu. Unexpectedly, the wizard''s ability is quite convenient. ...... After finishing the dormitory, ten people sat down to discuss ideas and countermeasures. The other B-levels did not dare to speak, and looked very restrained. Only Zong Jiu was sitting on his bed, with his legs down, with a leisurely expression. Fan Zhuo bent his knuckles and slowly tapped on the table. "Since we must eliminate one of the ten classes in the next monthly exam, we can only work on the score." "You mean to stop the exam?" The black wizard shook his head in disapproval, "It is impossible for the main system to fail to expect all students to fail the exam. By then, it is likely to push us into a worse situation." "Do not." Fan Zhuo said lightly, "If everyone does not answer, deliberately answers the wrong question and turns in a blank paper, how should they define the last one?" The people in the dormitory were lost in thought. This idea is not infeasible. Even if there is a penalty, so many trainees should not be too heavy after being evenly distributed to everyone. The black wizard frowned: "But this idea is difficult to implement." indeed so. Even if there are two major power leaders here, the appeal is not as terrifying as the devil in the end. As long as a traitor who has written a pen appears in ten classes, the blow to other classes will be fatal. "There is one month left, so you don''t need to worry about it." Really unable to think of a way, Fan Zhuo said again: "There may not be other changes in the middle. Let''s watch the changes first, and then make a decision." After the monthly examination questions were exposed, new questions appeared. They are also concerned about another issue. Is this a pure survival copy or a survival spirit alien copy? To this question, Tomimon gave a very affirmative answer. "This dormitory, no, many people have died in this school." "A lot, much more, far more than we thought." Although onmyojis are not as sensitive to spirits as psychics, they are also insiders since they deal with ghosts and monsters. Since entering this school, the deep coldness has made Tu Yumen very uncomfortable. The school was originally built in the shade, coupled with the lingering grievances, autumn is just as cool as winter. But unexpectedly, even though there was such a cold and residual resentment, the Onmyoji did not find any traces of the formation of the resentful spirit. Tu Yumen sighed, "Maybe I was too disappointed in this place before I was alive...So even if I die, I don''t want to become an earthbound spirit." "But it''s not a copy of the psychic alien, it''s a blessing in our misfortune." Chapter 83: first Middle school At seven o''clock in the evening, everyone went to the classroom on time and began to prepare for evening self-study. Unfortunately, one person was just two minutes late and was stopped by the teaching assistant at the top of the stairs. The screams spread throughout the entire teaching building. Now everyone knows that the punishment for the No. 1 Middle School is whipping. I remembered that after a severe beating, people were stripped naked and thrown into a small dark room for seven days. During this period, they only stuffed pig food from the dog hole and ate and drank Lazarus. It''s all inside. No one has tried to remember a big demerit, and it will only be more terrifying than the previous two. Anyone who violates school rules will be punished, including being caught in the dormitory. What''s more frightening is that the time period of this copy is too long. One hundred and twenty days, which means that they will not be able to return to the trainee dormitory for four months. In the past, if you were injured in the dungeon, you can spend five hundred points to restore the main system as long as you keep a breath. I''m injured in school now, unless I''m lucky enough to have a special item for healing, I have to raise it myself. There is not even an infirmary in the school, and it is not faster than ordinary people to recuperate. In this difficult situation, some of the B-level trainees who have the ability to heal must be offered up just like the big baby. In the evening, each class was organized to move books, and the teaching materials and tutorial books of the nine subjects were moved. There are basically no classes today, but life and death are at stake. All the trainees pinch their noses and look at the questions in the tutorial book. Regardless of whether they can understand the self-study or not, first check the standard answers of the basic exam one by one. The monitor suspended from the ceiling rotates like a head. Occasionally, patrol teachers or assistants who study late at night wander the corridors, and the black shadows are elongated, and faceless faces are reflected outside the glass windows, making people look horrified at first glance. [Too bitter... When I think that I, an old social animal who has graduated for more than ten years, will go back to learn high school content, I am already lying peacefully in the rescue room] [There is still a month left, and I don¡¯t know what results will be obtained in the next monthly test. Can anyone estimate it?] [Learning a complete high school content emmmm in one month is actually not very likely, let alone the Olympiad questions. It¡¯s good to pass every subject at most for the first graders.] [I also think that being able to pass every subject in a month is already very good, wait and see] Not to mention the barrage, even the trainees themselves did not expect it. No one has ever fished in school. Although learning is hard, it is hard to have fun. Moreover, the high school period should be a holy place in the minds of many people. Anything that happens during this period of time is covered with a light veil of beauty or pain, which is an unattainable dream during the sensitive period of adolescence. Now, this copy breaks all the goodness of high school. Study is no longer to get admitted to the college you like, but just to survive. If you don''t learn, you will die. Among the trainees, there are many trainees who didn''t study hard when they were students, or were not a piece of learning material at all like Tu Yumen, or even directly did not participate in the college entrance examination. But no matter how rebellious they were, they are now forced to pick up books and read every topic with difficulty. This is only the first day, and the fiery learning atmosphere is full. No one wants to be the last, and no one wants to die. As the monitor of Zong Jiu, there will only be more things. He harvested a biology lesson plan from the devil, and he chose to engage in biology first for his self-study tonight. At first glance, the lesson plan is the npc props prepared by the main system, and the words on it are square and square. Although Zong Jiu hadn''t seen the words written by the devil, he could tell at a glance that it was definitely not his own handwriting. In addition, it is the situation inside the class. Because of the sudden interruption before no.1, the effect of Zong Jiu''s ruthless talk was greatly reduced. The trainee No. 53 of Class 9 who raised the objection before did not seem to dare to have any more opinions on Zong Jiu. Zong Jiu didn''t ask everyone to listen to him, he just wanted to concentrate on studying in the days to come. In such a complete learning atmosphere, the two evenings of self-study quickly passed. "Ring Ling Ling--" The harsh bell tore the deep night sky. The trainees got up one after another, not forgetting to bring a few books back to the dormitory. There is no concept of homework in No.1 Middle School, but no one dares to go back and do it without taking papers. Zong Jiu also took the book and prepared to leave. After seeing his movements, some trainees hesitated to stop him. "what''s up?" The young man turned his head, his white hair was tied down his shoulders, and his perfect profile was looming under the incandescent lamp. [Although I have said it many times, but I still want to scream again, the magician is a beauty! ¡¿ [Uuuuuuuuuuuuu, so good looking, the ceiling of beauty in my mind] [I¡¯ve already taken a screenshot, the old rules, and posted it to the forum. I need to set up a screensaver to pick it up] [Thanks to sister upstairs! ¡¿ [Who would want to know that I had powdered him because of a face? Obviously you can rely on face, but it depends on strength] The trainee also paused, then hesitated to say: "Um...Didn''t Teacher Nan ask you to go to the office to find him after school?" The afternoon is not counted as the end of school, the evening study should always be called end of school, not to mention the third period of the evening study when it is free to arrange, how can I go there. Zong Jiu put on a blank expression: "Oh, don''t go." To be honest, Zong Jiu never thought about going to the office obediently. Does he have to go if the devil tells him to go? Isn''t that Zong Jiu very shameless. Does he look like a picture that would listen to the teacher well? Even if you listen to the teacher, you will never listen to the teacher Nan. As he said, the white-haired young man did what he said, turned around lightly, followed the crowd downstairs and returned to the dormitory, leaving the trainee dumbfounded at the figure of him leaving. After returning to the dormitory, even the three S-classes chose to study at night and fought until midnight. This is what Fan Zhuo''s racial talent is really enviable, and the later he gets more and more vigorous. Zong Jiu put the book down at about two o''clock in the morning, jumped out of the bed and slapped a glass of water outside. He looked back and saw that the gray-haired man was still holding a pen and was serious about solving a physics problem. It''s really easy to remake high school knowledge back to the furnace to give people the feeling that the dimensional wall is broken. Zong Jiu shook his head and was about to go to bed, but when he saw the man put down his pen, he whispered good night. The white-haired young man put down the stainless steel cup and replied good night. Apart from the fictitious marriage contract, they themselves are still serious distant relatives. Zong Jiu felt that Fan Zhuo had a filter for the original owner, the bamboo horse. Although he was reluctant and cold, he really treated him as his younger brother. Thinking like this, he stepped up the stairs and climbed onto the bed without seeing the dark wizard''s green eyes faintly opened in the lower bunk. ...... There will be no biology classes in the next three days, which is quite worry-free. In the end, what Zong Jiu didn''t expect was that after releasing the no.1 pigeons in a fair manner, he would like to mention the current report within a few days. The schedule for these two days was full, with nine subjects in turn. The lectures in class are limited, and more rely on self-study. In addition to these classes, there is an art class and a physical education class every week. The physical education class this week has been replaced by the math class, and of course the art class cannot be spared. Sure enough, just before the class, they were notified by the teaching assistant that this class had been replaced by the biology teacher. Zong Jiu: "..." bad feeling. When the black-haired man stepped on the bell and walked into the classroom, smiling and announcing that this lesson was learning human knowledge, Zong Jiu''s bad premonition expanded. Especially the devil said with a smile: "In order to let the students better understand the structure of the human body, I will choose a student to cooperate in this next class." Sure enough, the next sentence is "One, you come to the podium to demonstrate." Zong Jiu gritted his teeth and walked onto the podium in the unsurprising eyes of the class. The structure of the human body is different from the real person, and it is normal for students to teach models. "Take off." The man drew out a pointer slowly, his voice was low, and he couldn''t hear the joy or anger. The steel tip pointed to the zipper on the chest of the white-haired young man, and a little bit under the buckle of the zipper. Zong Jiu glared at him. There is also a thin T-shirt in the blue and white school uniform. The young man stood on the podium with his white hair **** high, wearing only one piece of clothing, and outlined a slender and beautiful figure. In contrast to it was Zong Jiu''s cloudy face. If he wanted to be the devil and dare to let him off, he dared to openly beat the teacher in class. [This... is obviously a normal teaching demonstration, why do I think something is wrong? ¡¿ [Why did the magician provoke no.1, it''s too miserable] [This is not bad, how do I feel that the atmosphere between these two people is weird...? Think about it, if someone really provokes this adult on weekdays, then it should be no bones left, how could you let the other person dangle in front of your eyes] [I also think that it¡¯s tit-for-tat, but it¡¯s actually more like elementary school students deliberately unhappy] Unexpectedly, the other party did not mean this. The devil''s face didn''t even have the usual joyful smile, on the contrary, like a real teacher, he taught the lesson seriously. Gradually, the trainees in the class became more focused. No one pays attention to life and death. In the silent classroom for a while, only the rustling of the pen tip on the page can be heard. Only Zong Jiu can deeply understand the other party''s true intentions hidden under the surface of the gentle scum. "This is the throat." The icy pointer slid down the young man''s handsome jawbone, turned around his apple, and fell to the beautiful collarbone along the edge of the T-shirt. "The bronchi goes down to the left and right lungs." Even with a layer of clothing, the hard pointer poked Zong Jiu uncomfortably. The next action almost made him jump up on the spot. Because the pointer was impartial, it just fell on Zong Jiu''s heart. The heart is undoubtedly one of the most important dangerous areas of the human body. Just such a small movement can make Zong Jiu''s whole body stand upright, and his blood rushes directly to the top of his head. "Here is the heart, the blood pump of the human body, weighing about 250 grams." A low male voice rang beside him, with obvious jokes. "Oh? Student No. 1''s heartbeat is speeding up, rushing and vigorously. This shows that No. 1 is in good health." The white-haired young man had sharp eyes and slammed his foot on the no.1 black leather shoes while the podium was blocked. In the end, he crushed it desperately with the soles of his feet. Chapter 84: first Middle school Zong Jiu admits that he is weak in emotions, and few people can make him produce such violent mood swings. Except for no.1, he can step on his thunder spot accurately every time. Zong Jiu didn''t show any mercy on this foot, and he riveted enough. With the shadow of the podium, no one really noticed this little movement, and even the barrage would not be boring to look closer. The No. 1 Middle School gave the students ordinary canvas shoes. This kind of shoe has no other advantage, that is, the sole is very hard. It should be cool to step on it hard. The black-haired man didn''t change his face and heartbeat, and even the tone of the lecture did not fluctuate at all. Only the slightly tightened white gloves could catch a little bit of his mood. "The heart is inside the mediastinum, with the ribs on the outside and the diaphragm below." The force at the end of the pointer suddenly increased, slowly freeing the heart. Such an area closely linked to life needs to come again several times, and Zong Jiu can really fight No.1 on the spot. However, the white-haired youth had not had time to breathe a sigh of relief, and the opponent''s next action almost made his waist collapse. The cold and hard tip went under the heart, and maliciously began to poke left and right. The problem is that while playing tricks, no.1 is still talking about human biological knowledge. The sound is like a cello sonon, slowly scraping the bass strings along the bow. The utter coldness reminded Zong Jiu of the eternal cold body temperature of the devil. But this did not prevent him from continuing to exert force on his feet. The two of them secretly competed on the sacred podium, and the trainees underneath struggled with writing, fighting hard for survival. Even the barrage will follow along and study hard. [Learned, learned, teacher Nan''s lecture is really good] [I feel that as long as I follow this copy and read it, I can go back and take the college entrance examination again (error)] [Some knowledge is very accurate, no.1 has studied human anatomy] [I am the only one who thinks the magician''s face is terrible? If I have to describe it, my face is blue? ¡¿ [Who would be in a good mood to be targeted this way, but I still look forward to what the magician can do in this instance, I hope he will reach a higher level soon] [Yes, like the magician career fan! ¡¿ ...... One lesson is long and difficult. Finally, when Zong Jiu''s feet were almost exhausted, the get out of class bell finally rang. What I didn''t expect was that no.1 was not only unmoved, but also started to drag the hall openly. When there were only a few minutes left in the class, the devil ended the human body demonstration class with regret, retracted the pointer, and chuckled. "Thank you for your cooperation." Zong Jiu pulled the zipper on his school uniform, snorted coldly, returned to his seat without looking back, and gave everyone an indifferent white back of his head. After regaining a round, the devil returned to the office in a good mood. The offices of all the teachers of No.1 Middle School are in one room, but because no.1 played a special role in the npc this time, a small office was added to the office to enjoy the same treatment as the grade director. There happened to be a faceless teacher who turned from the drinking fountain with a water glass, and looked surprised when he saw him. "Teacher Nan, why is your shoe surface so dirty? Is it raining outside?" "Oh, this one." no.1 bends the corners of his mouth, "I was stepped on by a cat, it doesn''t get in the way." "There are still cats in our school?" The Faceless Man doubted. "Of course, a silver gradient." The devil smiled deeper, "fierce, but still cute." #### The following days passed extremely fast. With a knife hanging on the necks of all trainees, the learning efficiency has become unprecedentedly high. Even if I repeat study and study every day, no one raises objections. In addition to the monthly exams, there will also be weekly weekly quizzes every week. The monitors all live in a dormitory and share their results in private. There is no doubt that the class with the highest average score for the whole year is still the first class. Two generals were gathered in one class. Unexpectedly, the last place was not the tenth class, which was not in the top ten, but the eighth class. The ranking of Zong Jiu''s ninth class is not optimistic, just hovering in the eighth and ninth positions. This time we eliminated the last class. Who knows if it is possible that the ninth class will be eliminated in the monthly exam? In order to do this, Zong Jiu also specially brought a report card so that the top-ranked trainees in the class could coach the bottom-ranked trainees in groups. Team tutoring for top students and poor students is arranged for the third night of self-study. After the second night of self-study every day, the nine classes will consciously stay in the classroom and pull the table to help each other. "We are now a grasshopper on the same line. As long as one person is dragged down in the next monthly exam, it is very likely that the whole class will be affected. Everyone is an adult. I don''t need to say more about the truth. You are all B-level exercises. Sheng, I don¡¯t even understand this little truth." This time, the whole class of trainees looked at the weekly test report, and no one said any rebuttal. They unanimously chose to be obedient. Speaking of it, it is really bad luck for Class 9. There are a few foreign trainees at the bottom of their class, some who take the ACT and SAT, and some who take the A-LEVEL. Let''s not talk about the difficulty, the things they test are different. Although other trainees have forgotten, they still have some memory foundation, but they have to start all over again, and naturally they are much behind other trainees in mastery and absorption. There is also a No. 99 trainee, Zong Jiu has never seen a stranger existence than him, and he can''t teach it no matter how. Finally, after another question was wrong, the white-haired young man put down the book and rubbed his temples, "If you really can''t establish a logical understanding, you should focus on liberal arts first and go and endorse." Although the liberal arts can''t be tested well without endorsement, Zong Jiu is really unable to complain with the No.99 paper. He, like the Tuyumen of the seventh class, possesses a peculiar learning circuit that is absolutely incomprehensible to others. On the ninety-ninth, it seemed that she was about to cry, "Sorry, devil...Sir, sorry, I''m really sorry." In these thirty days, everyone''s spirits were extremely tense. The original evaluation criteria have all been disrupted, and only "scores" are the uniform and rigid indicators. Although everyone does not say it on the surface, the practice birthdays of other classes with poor academic performance are not very good. Especially in the lower-ranked classes, they tried their best to improve their average scores. This is the case, the students with the lower student numbers in each class are not only ignored by the school, but occasionally are embarrassed by the teacher npc. For example, on the 99th, he was often called and punished for failing to answer questions. He was just an unorganized free man before. He didn''t expect that the magician, the defending top student in the class, would actually give him tutoring in person. Not only was he grateful, but he was also anxious for his stupidity. "It''s okay, it''s not your fault to learn, everyone has their own strengths." Zong Jiu feels that his temper has improved in this dungeon. "It''s not a little bit of a change in this dungeon. "The Tuyumen of Class 7 is still S grade. The grades are worse than you. Don''t belittle yourself." On the 99th, tears filled his eyes, "Yes! I will continue to cheer!" [Unexpectedly, in just a few dozen days, the S-rank boss will become a disgusted existence] [Before I thought the Tuyumen boss did not review, now I know, he is really a scumbag] [A multiple-choice question with four answers, if you can¡¯t do it, there is a one-fourth probability that you will be right, but you can guess every three-quarters of the answer. Jpg.] [Who can guess this, non-Chief and scumbag, what kind of terrible combination is this] After returning to the dormitory in the evening, 101 held a group meeting again. "It''s the first monthly exam in three days. Do you have any better suggestions?" In the past twenty days, they have also thought of many ways in the middle. Including the previous method proposed by Fan Zhuo for everyone to hand in a blank paper, and so on. But these methods have obvious flaws, and once something goes wrong, the consequences are hard to predict. The intention of the main system is obvious, and the collective copy is a process of elimination. In addition, the ten classes are competitors to each other, and even if they live in a dormitory, it is difficult to put down their guard and unite. "It''s better to try the method of handing in a blank paper first." Fan Zhuo rapped on the table without hesitation, his dark red eyes were in contemplation. "Methods are always tried out, and it would be a good thing if you can get to the bottom line of the main system by this." No one raised objections this time. The dark wizard even added a plan B. It is easy to see when you hand in a blank paper. As long as all students in the examination room supervise each other, no student can write. If someone writes, the plan will not exist, and the normal exam will be taken instead. After all, everyone''s life is fate, and if such an unsuspecting rat generation destroys it, this non-binding agreement can only be invalidated. Although the possibility is unlikely, everyone decided to give it a try. Now that the method is finalized, the next step is to notify the students in each class. There are cameras and monitors all over the No.1 Middle School, and messages that want to be delivered can only be delivered one by one. So the monitors of each class chose to call out one of the people in the different dormitories, and then let these people communicate on their behalf, remember to keep everyone vigilant. "On the day of the exam, everyone should not write, sleep or be silent. As long as everyone is like this, group behavior will certainly not affect individuals too much." As a result, the big news that the trainee planned to resist collectively began to circulate in private. But in just one day, everyone knew about the plan, like an undercurrent. If it can be executed perfectly, this is indeed a better way. However, when there was only one day before the first monthly exam, something happened finally. A thousand trainees, there are always times when they can''t take care of them. A few words in a dormitory were unintentionally monitored and heard. So the teaching assistants arrested all the ten trainees in that dormitory overnight and beat them up in the corridor. The doors of the other dormitories were closed, no one dared to open the door and go out, but no one fell asleep. The screams rang all night, echoing in the empty corridors, the sound was deep. After pulling the whip more than a dozen times, the B-level trainee confessed the truth like pouring beans. One person said that the other nine naturally followed suit. In the dormitory separated by a wall, Zong Jiu put aside his pen, "This plan has failed." indeed. It''s not even just a failure. Because of the leak, all the trainees were rushed to the playground before it was lighted the next day. The dean told them that they must maintain their military posture and stand under the scorching sun for a whole day. You can take a break every hour, and take a break for five minutes. However, if the teaching assistant finds movement during the period, it is directly a whip. Naked/naked corporal punishment. Chapter 85: first Middle school This is an ordeal. Not to mention that today''s weather is rare and good, with blue sky and white clouds. When it was seven o''clock in the morning, the rising red sun rose from the east where the clouds and mist were gradually removed, sprinkling golden sunlight all over the earth. This can be said to be the best weather in a month. In the old days, when the autumn and winter meet, the sky will always be dark or unchanging lead-grey, which makes people feel boring and at the same time extremely unclear. But today the sun is really killing people. Originally standing in the military posture was tired enough, but standing in the military posture under the scorching sun could only curse terribly. An hour of military posture doesn''t sound long, but standing up is like doing a plank, and the time seems to freeze every minute and every second. For the first hour, when the teaching assistant called out "time is up", everyone moved their sore joints in place. Physical punishment is a great advantage for trainees who have strengthened their physical/physical strength. They stand in a military posture for an hour without changing their colors and heartbeats, and they may even feel lazy in the same place. Among them, it refers to the half-vampires of the night race. They are the typical type of body strengthening, and there will be no problems for a day or a half. The next time is getting more and more difficult. While standing in the military posture, the dean of instructors was still on the flag-raising platform trying to extinguish their fighting spirit. "You know your privately planned school. If someone dares to hand in a blank paper during the exam tomorrow, no matter how many, please follow the school rules and don''t be lucky." "If there are too many people, we will consider asking parents to pick you up directly. If you don''t study well, you know that you will have a crooked mind. It is better not to read. At the same time, a warm reminder came from the main system. [If the end of the copy of "recovered by the parent" is reached, it will be directly obliterated] other people:"......" really. S-level and many well-known B-levels sighed. Such things as collective resistance are not uncommon in collective dungeons. Since the main system has launched the thriller trainee competition and developed the collective dungeon process, it must have anticipated the future development. This ending is not surprising even if there are no NPCs. At least for S-levels like Fan Zhuo, they were even prepared to meet these NPCs in the middle of the exam scene. Now they are just verifying it. They sighed that the others were also silent, especially referring to the countdown in each class. Collective resistance is no longer feasible, and no one can think of a better way for a while, and most of the exams tomorrow can only be conducted as usual. A class of trainees is destined to die here, on the gray concrete floor they are now stepping on. This is only the first monthly exam. I am afraid that after this collective copy is over, it is hard to say whether half of them can be left. Soon, in such an anxious and difficult atmosphere, a whole morning passed quietly. So far the trainees have only stood for a long time, and there is still half a day. The sun on the horizon is getting higher and higher, the heat is getting more and more intense, and the red sun is hanging high. Obviously it is the winter sun, but under their standing method, the heat is so hot that drops of sweat drip from the top of the head. Standing abruptly for a whole morning, even trainees will have trouble. Many trainees with poor physical fitness have begun to feel dizzy. There were even a few people with anemia who fell into a coma without saying a word. They were dragged aside like a dead dog by the teaching assistant. They were awakened by a bucket of cold water and they had to go back to stand when they woke up. Some were untenable, could not help moving, and stretched out their hands to tickle, all with a whip. These whips are very powerful, and they focus on the meaty places. Although there is no blood when they come down, they are really distressed and have to rest for several days to heal. At noon, the dean touched the microphone again and continued to threaten and lure. "If you are willing to confess the mastermind and identify who came up with this collective resistance plan, you don''t have to suffer such crimes, and you can go back and rest for a day." Who figured it out? The atmosphere suddenly became awkward. Everyone knows in their hearts that this method was devised by the monitors of each class. It happened that the monitors of the two classes were not only S-class, but also the immediate superiors of many of them, and no one dared to offend them. Originally, there was no live broadcast outside of the teacher, but because this was a school-wide **** act, the main system temporarily added a main live broadcast room to broadcast live broadcasts to other survivors who failed to join the thriller trainee program in an infinite loop. As soon as the dean''s remarks came out, the barrage was overwhelming. [Oh, this trick is really disgusting, ruthless villain] [If you don¡¯t confess the mastermind, they all sit together. It¡¯s really killing without seeing blood. I hate this method the most, none of it] [It''s really vicious, there is nothing to wish for, just wish this school will close down soon] [Alas, since they played so many psychological tactics in this set, there are more than a thousand people on the playground now, as long as there is one dropped link...Isn¡¯t it when the news was sent? I don¡¯t think so Wonder, because the human heart is really hard to stand the test] Seeing that they were silent, the faculty didn''t mean to ask them immediately. These people know very well that students will obey only when they can''t bear it and are on the verge of collapse. This is not the case with torture. Using people''s psychological weaknesses to defeat the psychological defenses, they will be able to recruit anything. It''s only been a long time now, and there is still a long time. It may not be difficult to stand in a military posture, but it is as difficult as going to the sky to be motionless for a day. Trainees are also human, and those who have not strengthened their bodies are not much better than ordinary people. Many people have several red marks on their arms. Believe that if you continue to stand like this, it is not difficult to see blood. Time passed by every minute and every second. Finally, it lasted until the afternoon, but the dean announced that tomorrow''s exam was postponed. As long as they didn''t confess the mastermind, they would have to stand until midnight. Not just today, tomorrow, later...until the mastermind is confessed. At this point, some trainees became dissatisfied. "What the hell... this bad idea is not what we thought, so why should we follow the punishment." "Yes, if I knew this was the result, who would agree." "We didn''t do anything wrong. It''s not all that dormitory, which hurts everyone." When a person encounters such an innocent disaster like sitting in a row, the first thing he thinks about is himself. It''s just that because the core leadership circle is full of big people who are not easy to mess with, everyone still chooses to forbearance when there is no way out. The B-level trainees persisted for so long, and they had scruples in their hearts. If they were replaced by newcomers, they would have said everything when asked by the dean. However, in just ten minutes, this precarious situation was completely broken. Towards four o''clock in the afternoon, the dean suddenly announced a news. "The top three in each class go out to rest, and then don''t have to stand. The others continue." After staying in this middle school for almost a month, everyone knew its urinary properties. Faculty and staff will blatantly favor students with good academic performance, and sometimes even order the teaching assistant to cancel the punishment. So far, the entire 101 dormitory hasn''t been punished once. Even when they turned on the lights in the middle of the night to study, the auntie Guan also closed one eye, but Quandang didn''t see it. Compared with other trainees with poor academic performance, they can only study under the covers at night with a flashlight. If they are caught, they will wear their pants and stand outside for one night. Their teeth are shaking with cold. But this time, the dean''s announcement aroused anger. The people standing on the playground got out of control, "Why? It''s obviously the **** method that these squad leaders thought of, and we still have to live with it now." Once there is one person, there will naturally be others, and one stone will stir up waves. "That is, everyone is a trainee, who is more noble than anyone, so many loopholes have to be implemented, and now all students are punished." "They are human, aren''t we ordinary trainees human?" The trainees who shouted loudest were all unorganized free men, and they were also variables in the mouths of Fan Zhuo and the black wizard. Originally, these people could be controlled, but it was a pity that a whole day of corporal punishment and unfair treatment destroyed all the remaining reason at once. [Sure enough, I knew that the human heart cannot stand the test] [Unsurprising result, tried and tested on groups] [Every time this happens, it¡¯s a good time to throw the pot, the squad leader¡¯s starting point is for everyone¡¯s sake, after this time, I¡¯m afraid I¡¯ll feel cold.] [This school wants this kind of result, as long as it can destroy the alliance among the trainees and cause them to be hostile, then it is victory] The white-haired young man stood motionless. He was quiet, didn''t speak, and didn''t have any unexpected expressions. The atmosphere on the playground has become erratic and uncertain since the trainees confessed to the monitors of each class. The instructor called for all the monitors to stand out and stand under the flag-raising platform. Zong Jiu, like the first place in the other classes, went out in silence and stood over. Fan Zhuo stood beside him. As soon as Zong Jiu stood there, he heard the Ye Clan¡¯s ruler lowered his voice and said, "If there are variables in the future, just give me out, don''t worry." The white-haired young man looked up unexpectedly. The gray-haired man''s face was stiff and he looked forward. He was not only talking to Zong Jiu, but also to all the monitors of other classes. "Since this matter was decided by me, I should bear the responsibility. There is nothing wrong with it, and there is no need to feel guilty." The black wizard twisted his eyebrows in disapproval, "Since the whole dormitory is voted through, it is better to recognize them together. It is better to share among ten people than one person." "It doesn''t matter." Fan Zhuo said solemnly, "Anyone who wants to get away can choose to confess to me. I will not be held accountable." The dean is still talking about it: "I don''t believe that so many good students have chosen this path of no return. I will give you another opportunity to confess a mastermind, and everyone else will be free from punishment." That being said, none of the ten squad leaders on the flag-raising platform was the first to be a traitor. Being able to have a dormitory with these S-level bosses, close contact, is already an unexpectedly high climb, of course not guilty of not being guilty, and being familiar with it will be of great help in the future, no one will not think about it at this time . "I didn''t expect that the school worked so hard to cultivate you, but you did something that disappointed us." After waiting for a while, the instructor who still couldn''t wait for the result shook his head, "If that''s the case, then all of them will take a big mistake and interrogate them separately." "Let me see... the torture will start with the squad leader of the ninth class." Many trainees began to trembled. Remembering it is already shutting people in a small black house to feed pigs for seven days. No one dares to think about how terrible it is to remember. Just the word "torture" is scary enough. Zong Jiu''s eyes darkened, and he began to think about countermeasures in his heart. He has decided to punish the copy if it doesn''t work. Today, there must be NPC blood splattered on the spot. When the teaching assistants were about to take the white-haired youth away from the original, a lazy voice suddenly sounded. "Hold on." Everyone turned around and saw no.1 slowly walking down the stairs. It''s the adult! Many trainees on the playground showed excitement. Although no.1 is also good and evil on weekdays, now that he has entered the collective copy, everyone subconsciously classified him as an NPC into the camp of trainees. The demon slowly raised his gloves, and passed Zongjiu, lowering his voice. "Remember, you owe me once." Chapter 86: first Middle school The trainees on the playground gasped. The barrage is rejoicing. [The rescuer is here! Don¡¯t worry, don¡¯t worry, every time this adult comes out, it¡¯s exciting] [No wonder no.1 will play npc this time, it turns out that the main system wants to lower the difficulty] [This copy is a bit depressing, I want to watch it on another channel, do sisters have any other recommended venues] [The A-class luxury cruise ship next door has been fast-forwarded until it is stared at by sea monsters on the Arctic Ocean, and Olympus has upgraded to a scene of war of gods, and the desert island has directly pulled out a survival bar, all gnawing bark. , This copy has the least visual impact so far, and it has no.1, and the ratings are also the highest] [Why are you going, sisters don¡¯t go, look at this copy! Judging from the copies that this adult has visited in the past, it is very likely that this copy will also be destroyed. Hehehe, I am really looking forward to seeing this scene live] [I am looking forward to +10086, too] On the other hand, under everyone''s expectations, Zong Jiu felt that the devil''s brain was broken. Even if you save your old enemy, do you still have this trick now? The devil picked up the identity of the teacher npc, Zong Jiu dared to release him, and now he still counts on him to fulfill his promise, this is simply a fantasy. Not to mention that even if no.1 doesn''t make a move, he can solve it perfectly without any extra intervention. But that being said, since the devil was willing to send it to the door, Zong Jiu naturally laughed. The dean of teaching seemed to be a little embarrassed, "But this... Teacher Nan, although you are a specially-appointed teacher in this school, these students do not learn well, have corrupted moral character, and try to break the school rules and regulations. You can''t just expose it lightly. After all, some punitive measures are needed." no.1 chuckled lightly, but under the rising ending, there was a deep sense of coldness. "It is true, but these are all students with excellent grades in this school. If you can''t stand it, the admission rate of this school will inevitably be affected. You say yes Isn''t it?" In the same language. The teaching director shook his palms and wiped the sweat from his head. The people in front of him continued to use words to persuade him, ¡°If you remember a big demerit, something went wrong with these awards, presumably the director is not good at dealing with the superiors, so it''s better to change the punishment.¡± "Moreover--" The black-haired demon narrowed his eyes, "The classmate you want to take away first is the very proud student I dote on." He deliberately added a few words to emphasize the tone. Zong Jiu: "..." It is true that he is pampered, and he only asks him to answer questions when he is pampered in biology classes. If he fails to answer, he will be fined. After such a pass, Zong Jiu''s biological scores have improved by leaps and bounds. Last time he passed the test in the nineties, and he was firmly ranked first in the grade. When the instructor heard this, a cold sweat broke out on his back. He didn''t think so much before. Now that he was awakened so little by the devil, he remembered that these people were in the top ten of the grade. If you catch the mastermind and record a big mistake, it''s okay to say that they will all be punished. If they fail the exam in a few days, they will be held accountable by the higher authorities. "Ms. Nan reminded that these are all students with excellent grades in our school. Even if they make mistakes, how can the emperor commit the same crime with the common people?" The potbellied director justified the privileges as reasonable, regardless of the expressions of the trainees who ranked last in the class. In the end, after such an intervention, this collective unsuccessful incident was also regarded as thunder and rain, and it was lightly revealed. The only requirement of the teaching office is that the monitors of each class must maintain their top ten status in the next monthly exam, otherwise they will have to remember. After this incident, everyone has a new understanding of No. 1 Middle School''s partiality to top students. After further deepening the situation of "good academic performance is to avoid death gold medals", learning harder and harder. At the same time, the end of this incident also annulled the covenant that the trainees tried to form. This means that within this copy, the trainees can no longer unite. After the alliance broke down, the tit-for-tat situation became more serious. Although Fan Zhuo and the Black Wizard didn''t say anything at all, the trainee who first uttered dissatisfaction on the playground that day was also vaguely isolated. The people in each class are wise to protect themselves and not be touched by bad luck. The monthly exam was postponed for three days. During these three days, the students in each class were studying like crazy. During this period, Fan Zhuo suddenly found Zong Jiu, and the two had a very long conversation. His tone was still so cold, and his deep concern was concealed under such words, "It is best to have less contact with that no.1 on weekdays. There is a problem with his ability, and it is terrible." Even the iron-and-blooded No.2 in front of him also commented on No.1, which shows what kind of image the other party left in the minds of the infinitely looping survivors. Zong Jiu guessed that maybe Fan Zhuo saw him interacting with No.1 on the playground and asked him to say this. As I said earlier, even though neither of the two of the marriage contract is concerned, Fan Zhuo is also doing his best to him based on the score of the Zhuma game. Just like the big brother taking care of his younger brother, he can help with everything that doesn''t involve issues of principle. It can be seen that as long as the original owner can live one more instance, he can hold a golden thigh, which is a pity. Thinking of the cards he had drawn from Zhuge An and Demon earlier, the white-haired young man turned his eyes and decided to take a look at the leader of the Ye Clan to see if he could get more information. "prophecy?" Obviously, Van Zhuo knew this prophecy. "There is such a thing." As the leader of a large force, he can always know more information than ordinary people. Since Gui Guzi, as a big figure resounding in an infinite loop, not only spread word of mouth among later trainees, but also left clues and files of various forces. Ten years ago, Guiguzi, who was in full swing at the time, decided to destroy this infinite loop that could never be left. His followers are different from demons. The power of demons is feared by everyone. People only dare to look at his back and worship him, but they dare not step forward. On the other hand, Gui Guzi is a qualified leader. He has the means and calculations, can endure ruthlessly, but also has lofty ambitions and ideals, and has excellent speech skills. In this dark circular world, few people do not help him. Shocked by the target. In addition, Guiguzi''s ultimate goal is Huili Wanmin. Although he has a perverse and weird temper like all hermit masters, it is undeniable that he still uses this great ideal to gather many like-minded people who are willing to follow him. Unfortunately, this plan still failed. It has been a long time since the specific reasons for the failure are no longer available. But on the eve of the failure, Gui Guzi had a foreboding of his misty future. Fortune-tellers do not tell themselves, especially when it comes to fate. So he chose to account for the endless loop of the future. This hexagram was made in the S-level copy of Fengshen Yanyi. There is plenty of aura, and the mystery has not yet died. Nearly a hundred senior trainees from at least three teams in the same group looked at him and predicted. It is said that at that time, Gui Guzi was holding a Tai Chi gossip plate with blood in his eye sockets, paying a painful price for spying on the future, but he still fulfilled this prediction. Fan Zhuo recalled the contents of the file, ¡°The prophecy mentioned a person who would inherit his will in the future, and also mentioned a rival with him. He even accurately predicted the existence of this thrilling trainee competition.¡± At first, not many people cared about this prophecy. He waited until the main system suddenly announced the start of this thrilling trainee competition before it was dug up again. It turned out that ten years ago, Gui Guzi predicted the existence of this game, and frankly said that this would be the only opportunity to leave the infinite loop. As soon as this news came out, it could be said to have attracted great attention from all forces. Until then, Guiguzi''s prediction was re-emphasized. It''s just that the Night Clan''s intelligence network can''t determine who the savior and the big demon in the prophecy are. In other words, he has some speculations about the candidate of the Great Devil, but he is still uncertain about the candidate of the savior, unable to find his whereabouts. "Is there anything wrong with this prophecy?" Zong Jiu waved his hand, "No, I just heard Zhuge mention it secretly before, and I was a little curious." It was previously determined that Zhuge An was likely to fool him, and Zong Jiu was a little interested in this. Although he didn''t believe Zhuge An''s words much at first, he still wanted to figure out what medicine the other party sold in the gourd. The cooling time of the Tarot cards only needs 24 hours. Zong Jiu draws a card every day even if he has nothing to do, lest the cooling time accumulates at the upper limit of three times, and he will suffer a big loss. So over the past twenty days, Zong Jiu repeatedly tested what Zhuge had told him secretly. He wanted to find out exactly what Zhuge An lied to him. This is the problem. Zong Jiu repeated the test several times, and found that Guiguzi''s prediction was true, and even Zhuge An did not give him the content of the prediction. However, as long as he tested whether Zhuge An was lying to him, the moon card would pop out. He came to ask Fan Zhuo half-believingly, but his doubts became more and more serious. Because Zong Jiu couldn''t figure out where Zhuge An lied to him. After all, what the S-level props said about Zhuge An was the truth. This had to make Zong Jiu guess another possibility. Could it be that Zhuge secretly had bad intentions and deliberately contributed to the failure? In addition to deceit, the right position of the moon also means disturbing and gloomy, and it does not necessarily mean deceit only. For this reason, Zong Jiu took out Zhuge An''s phrase "I will never be your enemy" again and tested it again. The result is that the sun is at right position. This means that the words "don''t be your enemy" are childish, absolutely sincere, more real than real gold, and there is absolutely no situation in which Zhuge secretly harms Zongjiu. Rao was Zong Jiu, and was also taken aback by this result. This is really a ghost, Zhuge An really volunteered to assist him, when he was a koo-headed strategist? Dignified a no.3, because of a prophecy, bringing up a new life with milk all the way up, which is too shameless. Zhuge was not in this copy, and Zong Jiu didn''t know what he was going to do, so he had to give it up for now. Originally, Zong Jiu thought that Zhuge secretly allowed him to be promoted to the B level for another reason. Now it seems that all the mysteries will not be solved until he returns to the trainee dormitory next time. Unexpectedly, after hearing Zongjiu''s mention of Zhuge, Fan Zhuo''s eyebrows tightened. The gray-haired man stood in front of him, tall, with a cold face, extremely oppressive, and his eyes a little complicated. After a long time, he said, "No.3 This person is a treacherous and cunning person, and he is also not suitable for deep friendship." Fan Zhuo''s evaluation of Zhuge dark is even lower than that of the devil. At least he and the devil have no head-on conflict, and no matter how crazy the other party is, it has nothing to do with him. But Zhuge An was in the copy of the curse mask at the beginning, and he really wandered through the three organizations and became the ultimate beneficiary of the black hand behind the scenes. In the eyes of the Ye Clan ruler, if Zong Jiu, the fledgling younger brother of a magician, had a private relationship with Zhuge, he might have to be no. Perhaps because he realized that his tone was too rigid and cold, Van Zhuo tried his best to soften his tone. It''s a pity that he has been in a high position for too long, which is of little use. "You have never entered an infinite loop. Many people here may not behave as they appear to be. They are more alert to others and there can be no mistake. Zong Jiu: "..." He feels educated. Chapter 87: first Middle school For Zhuge An, the Ye Clan also has some records. The most important of these is his origin. Because of the Tai Chi gossip plate, many people have guessed that he was the student chosen by Gui Guzi. At that time, Gui Guzi died, ten years later, the old ministry with him was also wiped out, and there are not many records. No one knows what mission Guiguzi left for his students. These are second to none. The most important thing is that no one thinks Zhuge An is a good person. On this point, they and Zong Jiu''s views are absolutely consistent. Even if Guiguzi left the mission, Zhuge An was not like the kind of person who would be obediently obedient, and the vigilance of each force on him almost reached full marks. This is probably not what No.2 can think of. The nine younger brothers who still wear the childhood filter in his eyes have already gotten acquainted with the two dangerous people he just said. On the third day after talking to Fan Zhuo, the postponed monthly exam arrived late. At the same time, at the same place, even the weather returned to its former blackness. Under the command, the trainees moved the desks and chairs to the playground together, arranged in neat rows and columns, covering the entire playground. The exam is about to come, and everyone''s atmosphere is urgent and dull. This time, it wasn''t like fighting an unprepared battle like the last round of the test, but it was time to really look at the strength. Zong Jiu saw through the window that the teaching assistants were clearing the playground, checking the desks one by one to see if there were any problems. Once a problem was found, he had to change all the desks and chairs. The white-haired magician turned his head, his eyes swept across the class with a sense of oppression. "The exam is coming soon, and I won''t say more about it. This exam is not only about your own life, but also about the lives of the whole class of trainees." "There are only four hours of examination time. The nine subjects plus the Mathematical Olympiad questions are definitely not complete. Just like our previous analysis, fill in the blanks first. Give priority to doing what you can, and it will take a long time. Yes, skip all." Zong Jiu¡¯s gaze stayed for a while especially on the trainees who had the lowest academic performance. ¡°Don¡¯t put too much pressure on yourself. I did it." Here we have to say the most bizarre subject politics in these nine subjects. Taking politics class really hardened people''s fists. Although the values ??of the duplicate world are a hundred times different from the values ??of the normal world, it is the first time that it can be distorted like this. In this world, science and technology are changing with each passing day, so sociologists and scientists began to explore how to maximize social productivity. It is precisely under this utilitarian trend that new laws and new policies have been promulgated. After consulting countless documents and observing countless experiments, people are divided into two categories by sociologists. One is people who are useful to society, and the other is people who are not useful to society. Experts firmly believe that people who are useful to society can show their usefulness to society from an early age, especially the test scores during the student period. They firmly believe that only with good academic performance and excellent progress, those who enter the university will be the pillars of this society in the future. People who are of no use to society refer to bad students who are naughty and mischievous during their student years, do not study hard, and fight prematurely. This kind of person is a dregs of society even if they leave the campus, and they will not make a single contribution. Gradually, with the passage of time, such ideas permeated all sectors of society. As the recognized cradle of mankind, schools are naturally the first to bear the brunt. Many extreme right-wing experts also firmly believe that those who are useless to society cannot create value even if they live, and it is better to die to add flower fertilizer to nature. Under the influence of this atmosphere, key middle schools and universities have come up with life and death contracts. As long as parents want to send their children in, they must sign life and death exemptions. Parents naturally want their children to get ahead, and they don''t even know what kind of **** they have sent their children to. The mainstream social thoughts of this copy have also been faithfully recorded in the textbooks. Students trained under such circumstances will grow up to become supporters, thinking that the survival of the fittest is justified. In short, the people in the politics class really have a heart attack, but for the sake of grades, they can only bear it. Soon, the teaching assistant gave instructions for the students to take the exam. At the strong request of the whole class, Zong Jiu reluctantly folded his hands with them. "One, two, three, come on!" After cheering up, Zong Jiu paid special attention to the 99th, who had been tutoring under him for 20 consecutive days. Changed to other classes, the last few were faintly ignored. There are only nine classes, not only the atmosphere is good, but also a few countdown tutors every day. It''s just that the academic performance hasn''t improved much, but it''s really mixed. After spending more than a hundred days in such a **** copy, after only thirty days, revolutionary friendship has emerged. The other classes are very secretive about cheating, and I am afraid that these bad grades will affect me. Class 9 is a good one. Almost half of the students volunteered to help the countdown to cheat. "Attention, the risk is too great, so forget it." If you are caught cheating, you will directly record zero points in general subjects. It is indeed too risky. One carelessness will drag the whole class. After a long time of thinking, Zong Jiu came forward to stop. "Don''t be nervous, take the test well, just show your skills." After all the other trainees went down, Zong Jiu specially encouraged No. 99. Although he has been working hard for so long and has not been able to raise the 99th grade, this kid is indeed a good life treasure. The academic performance is a little bit worse, but the relationship with the trainees in the class is inexplicably good, and he is tied with the league. It is said that there are several forces in the class who want to recruit Ninety-Nine after the dungeon is over. This guy has been in an infinite loop for so long, relying on the identity of a free man to reach B-level. This shows that he has good talent and luck, and he is willing to endure hardship if he works hard. If he can survive from this dungeon, he can also be counted as a trainee of horror. Boil it out. "it is good!" On the ninety-nine, the ninety-eight was pulled, and the four or five students stood there and saluted the whole class playfully, "Do not disgrace the mission of Class Nine! Win glory for Class Nine!" Ten minutes later, when all the trainees are seated, the exam begins. Blank test papers were sent down from the front and spread flat on everyone''s desks. In the examination room, only the rustling of the pen nib on the surface of the volume could be heard. [I don¡¯t know how high the average score can be raised this time] [Last time in the weekly test, the results almost doubled, which class is behind, it seems quite mysterious] [Looking now, the seventh class of Tuyumen is a bit dangerous, and the ninth class of Magician is similar, but I personally think that class 8 is also possible, and class 4 is also very dangerous... These classes are all There are bright trainees, it would be a pity if they were eliminated collectively] [I cut a channel to go out, wait four hours and then return to the live broadcast room to see the results] Zong Jiuzheng immersed himself in hard work, suddenly noticed a shadow cast down. No.1 I was dressed very formally today, perhaps because of my role as a director examiner, a black suit, white shirt and tie, and even a pair of gold-framed glasses pretending to be. The flat-gloss lenses blocked his unkind vision, and only when the sky was shining on, the cold tones coated on the edges of the lenses could be seen. Seeing the white-haired youth raise his head, the man casually pulled on his tie and glanced at him condescendingly, "I take the exam seriously, I have no answer on my face." Zong Jiu didn''t speak, and let the pen roll around his elbow, after fully expressing his disdain, he continued to lower his head to answer the question. Although he wanted to answer no.1, don''t dangle in front of me, but one of the disciplines in the examination room is that it is not allowed to speak. Zong Jiu was not deceived by the devil. ...... Four hours passed faster this time. "At the end of the exam, all candidates are asked to stop answering and wait for the invigilator to collect the papers in turn." When the end of the exam came to the flag-raising platform, everyone stopped writing. There was a class of trainees who were still struggling to finish a big science subject with one line short. However, the next second, he cried out in pain. The pen in his hand flew out directly, the tiger''s mouth tore open a hideous wound, and the viscous blood dripped dripping. "On the 14th of Class 5, if the pen is not stopped after the exam is over, a penalty will be recorded, and the penalty will be consciously received within three days after the exam." The playground was silent, with only screams. No one cares about this little episode. The trainees'' eyes follow the teacher who corrects the test papers under the flag-raising platform. It only takes less than an hour for these thousand papers to be corrected, and the final list can be determined by then. Every time the teacher sang a point, everyone''s mind trembled. This is a long wait and a tormented trial. The silence and fear were infinitely magnified, and the heavy strain in the stomach made people feel extremely uncomfortable. Everyone''s life is tightly compressed, only pinned on a thin sheet of paper. The college entrance examination paper pinned the fate of every high school student, but this paper pinned his life. Finally, the last paper also announced the completion of the correction. The dean slowly walked away from the rising flag stand, took the red paper, and began to announce the top three in the class and the ranking of the class in turn. The invigilator also handed out the finished papers. This time Zong Jiu achieved overtake, climbing from fourth to third grade. "The average score is first, class one; the average score is second, class three; the average score is third..." The classes whose names were pronounced breathed a sigh of relief and high-five each other to encourage. The more you read it later, the more tense the class whose name is not pronounced. Recalling the tragic sight of dozens of people falling down during the first test, some trainees could no longer control their tremors in their seats. Zong Jiu tilted his head and saw No. 99 leaning his head on the table with a frustrated expression. This looks like a failed test. It just so happened that the dean was announced to be eighth. "The eighth place, class 9." The trainees in Class 9 were all taken aback, and then they showed ecstasy and got up from their seats applauded. "Passed, we are not the last one!" "You kid, you can get through it like this. The monitor seems to give you tutoring!" "For these dozens of days, I have been giving you supplementary lessons every day, and my head is bald. After returning to the dormitory, I have to invite everyone to eat together!" They racked up the last few who had not figured out the situation and threw them into the air with a relieved smile. Chapter 88: first Middle school The named class was smiling and celebrating around the seats, which was in stark contrast with the other two classes. After the eighth place is announced, the ninth place is about to be released. The two classes that have not been named are the seventh class where Tomimon is located, and the other eighth class. The backs of the trainees in these two classes are as tight as a bowstring, their palms are sweating, and they are closely watching the movements on the flag-raising platform. The elimination of the whole class does not care how many students in the first grade test, even if the first in the class is the first in the grade, the punishment is still the same punishment. At least the tenth class, which is not in the top ten in one grade, ranks seventh in total, and the overall strength is stronger than the trainees who have the top ten in the grade. Both Class 7 and Class 8 have students with very good scores, but now they still have to be punished with the group. The psychological imbalance is normal. The top students in the eighth class even began to scold them, blaming the countdowns in the class. Especially with the ninety-nine Tuyumen in the seventh class, anyone with a discerning eye could see the nervousness of this S-class boss. He is not afraid of changing to other ghosts and monsters, and only test results will be so worried. Not only was he afraid of hurting the whole class, but also afraid of the humiliating death close at hand. [I''m so nervous, what should I do? If there is something wrong with Tuyumen, isn''t it that the S-class will vacate a seat? ¡¿ [This copy is unreasonable at all, where is it divided according to academic performance...] [Hey, don''t the main system have the final say? Could it be that the main system pulled you into an infinite loop to ask for your consent? ¡¿ [You can''t say that, right, isn''t the survival copy like this? The test in this round is obviously the trainee¡¯s ability to organize and cooperate, but unfortunately there were maggots in the last cooperation plan] It seemed that in order to enjoy the atmosphere of spreading anxiety and fear, the dean of instruction deliberately paused for a long time. He even picked up the thermos cup on the side and took a sip without hesitation. This was slowly announced under the eyes of the public. "The average score is ninth...seventh class." Zong Jiu clearly saw that Tu Yumen breathed a sigh of relief, his tightly combined hands loosened without a trace, and the elbows were scarlet. "Do it!" "Don''t sit and wait, it''s time to do it!" At the same time, all the trainees in the eighth class who were eliminated suddenly became restless. They prepared all the special props early, and acted immediately after the dean reads the ninth place. No one would want to be eliminated in such a ridiculous way, and no one would be willing to succumb to fate. This is definitely the consensus of everyone. Anyway, it''s death anyway, if everyone''s power is brought together to resist, there may be a way to survive. At that moment, Zong Jiu suddenly had a hunch. After all, it is S grade, it is impossible to have no life-saving means and hole cards. Tu Yumen and his dormitory are always lit up to study late at night on weekdays, and when they are really sleepy, they draw onmyoji or put up signs on their faces. On several occasions, Zong Jiu got out of bed to fetch water and was even frightened by him, thinking it was a zombie popping out of the sinking pond of this school. Although the Onmyoji Master didn''t talk about it on weekdays, he obviously wanted to bald his head because of the academic grades he couldn''t make up. It is said that just in case, he silently made Yin and Yang talisman for the whole class. If the last one is really in Class 7, Domimon should be planning to lead the whole class to resist. Just like the eighth class now. "Unrelated people, please evacuate from the playground immediately. If there are other people in the playground within five minutes, they will all be executed." Seeing that the eight trainees collectively chose to resist, the people in the teaching department were not surprised. Every year there are such smart students who do not listen to their lessons. Faceless people immediately waved their whips, and the students in other classes evacuated in an orderly manner. Just after all irrelevant people waited to leave the playground, the situation on the playground changed again. The trainees stick to their backs and shrink into prototypes, while the faceless man keeps shrinking the encirclement. Several B-levels in Class 8 do have hole cards, and one of them can even be invisible for a few minutes. "Their special props can''t be used anymore." Zong Jiu stood in front of the railing on the third floor, frowning. Several other monitors also stood near him, observing the situation on the playground. The collective resistance of the eighth class was also the result of their previous discussions. After failing to hand in the blank paper, the monitors decided to discuss other methods in private. But in short, it is absolutely unreliable to pin all hopes on the body of the group, so this time the brainstorming is mainly from the worst perspective. Although the hope is slim, you might as well give it a try. At least the results will be mutually beneficial. The trainees who had not been sentenced also paid close attention to the resistance of the eighth class. Even if one person can break through the siege, it can provide everyone with valuable experience. "The situation is not so good, it should be useless." Looking at the current situation on the playground, the black wizard said quietly, "It is a collective copy, the goal is to survive the fittest, there is no dying struggle." Just like the ten B-levels back then. Dozens of people who took the test were executed before they were fully prepared. This time, it was a class of trainees who were all ready to take out special props. The barrage is still inflating. [Although it is a collective copy, will a miracle happen to the trainees in a class? ¡¿ [I''m also thinking about this issue, there are ninety-nine people in total, just in case it''s okay] [You must die if you don¡¯t go, you must die if you go, that¡¯s definitely a choice! ¡¿ [Give up to the eighth shift in the air, rush for it] However, it is still useless. At the moment the dean announced the result, the special props of all the trainees in Class 8 lost their effectiveness. This is still a unilateral massacre. Even because of trying to resist, the scene became more tragic. The distorted face, blood stuck to the ground, splashed, and the broken internal organs and bones were naked/exposed under the lead-grey sky. After most of his head was blown away, the eyeballs stained with blood and tissue fluid rolled down into the stinky water ditch on the side, and was swallowed by the thick black sewage in a flash. The dark vulture did not know where it came from, squatting on the bare branches, ready to have a full meal at any time. The sun finally lifted away the dark clouds, The cold winter sun shining on this concrete playground made people chill to the bones. In this way, the life of a class disappeared in everyone''s eyes in an extremely impactful and tragic way. There were already many trainees in the hallway who couldn''t bear to look any longer and returned to the classroom. With this time, they might as well think more about how to improve their grades so as not to die in the next round of exams. Finally, the last still angry trainee also had a different head. The pungent smell of blood made Vandro''s dark red eyes a little more obscure. After all, half-bloods are not the most evolved vampires, and it is difficult to remain indifferent when faced with blood. He muttered, "There are three more exams." The monitors of each class were silent, and no one expressed their opinions. The inability to completely unite is still the biggest problem that traverses between them. The behavior of reporting each other the last time may still happen again. There are even a few trainees who don''t say anything, but in the bottom of their hearts, they feel that this is a good time to get rid of their competitors. The trainees who are at the top of the grade class naturally sit back and relax, and when they sit back and relax, they also have a little more gloomy thoughts. The horror trainees will be hostile to the end of the game. Since they can solve their opponents without a fight, why not do it? Even if they can come up with a mutually beneficial solution, these people will not be willing to cooperate. Immediately afterwards, the assistant teacher brought a water pipe with the thickness of a thigh, turned on the faucet, and washed the broken limbs and corpses on the playground to the side of the drain. Because there were too many corpses and blood stains, they couldn''t be transported to the sinking pond one by one. The only way to do this was really a huge and difficult project. The dean announced the schedule for the next examination. "The mid-term exam is scheduled 30 days later. We compared the average scores of the candidates this year and felt that the gap was indeed too large compared to the excellent students of the previous year. So¡ª" "In the next examination, the average score of each class does not exceed 600, and the whole class will be punished." Zong Jiu''s eyes moved away from the blood-red playground. He looked at the shade of a tree not far away. The black-haired man still wore the gold glasses that looked like a concave shape on his face. This weakened the creepy and sharp aura around him, and on the contrary, it added a bit of precipitation. The shadow of the leaves perfectly shielded him, and any light that reaches the whole body will be annihilated like a black hole. Faced with this play, no.1 looks cold and indifferent. However, as soon as Zong Jiu''s sight shifted to him, the devil raised his eyes lazily, and his dark golden pupils accurately captured the white-haired young man standing on the railing on the second floor. got windy. The wind lifted the broken white hair on both sides of the youth that was not tied up. Even if the distance is too far, the devil can guess what kind of expression is hung in the other''s pale pink eyes. It is exactly the same as him, but completely different indifference. So similar, but running in opposite directions. In a sense, Guiguzi''s predictions are really terrifying. For example, from the first sight of Zong Jiu, the whole blood of the devil was clamoring that this person was destined to be his enemy. Zhuge secretly moved his hands and feet in another C-level instance, and he knew that no.1, who had the authority of some instructors. Probably at the latest after the end of this instance, the turbulent undercurrent hidden under the calm surface will be completely broken, or, as the prophecy said, it will be the opposite of the complete and unchangeable one. In fact, it is undoubtedly the most cost-effective and optimal solution to solve the enemy before he is still young. But perhaps in that narrow space, the eyes like sparkling sparks are too dazzling, so dazzling that the cold blood that has not changed for years also boils, choosing to indulge. Such an interesting existence is hard to find. For so many years, the devil''s pleasure from the infinite loop can''t even compare to the existence of a white-haired young man. He is like a huge gift box, every time it is opened, it can give the devil a different surprise. If it is ruined, it would be too boring. Then I hope...before it breaks, let him have a good time. The devil hooked his lips, suddenly gathered the little finger of his ring finger, bent his thumb and index finger to ninety degrees, and fired a shot at the young man on the railing. Distantly, Zong Jiu could see the mouth shape of no.1 clearly. The black-haired man laughed expectantly in the wind. "Boom¡ª¡ª" Chapter 89: first Middle school The atmosphere in the entire No.1 Middle School is very sluggish. I finally passed the first monthly exam, but I didn''t expect that there would be midterm exams, second monthly exams and final exams later. The first monthly exam was to eliminate a class anyway. If the average score in the mid-term exam did not reach the target, he would be sentenced directly. What''s more, compared with the obliteration of the main system, this execution is a big deal. At any rate, the main system was obliterated for only a moment, and the soul was obliterated without feeling the pain. However, the execution of No. 1 Middle School was a tangible torture, and he was allowed to die after experiencing the extreme pain. Many trainees will never forget that scene. On the playground, many heads were separated, and even the half-heads that had just fallen off were still venting in their nostrils. The whole cement-paved playground was covered with sticky minced meat and blood, and the pungent **** smell stayed there, and it could be clearly heard as long as the bedroom window was opened in the next week. Even more frightening is the requirement of the mid-term exam. Six hundred points. What is the concept of six hundred points? There are a total of 1150 points for the nine subjects and the math test. It sounds like six hundred points can be easily achieved by passing each subject. But for trainees who have almost forgotten their high school knowledge, it is definitely not an easy task to pass their grades in just two months. Even the class that defended first in the average score of this class is still far away from this average score. Hard indicators mean that there is no need for class-to-class competition, as long as the class does not reach this line, all classes will be brushed down. The standard put together in this way is definitely higher than the average admission rate of each class. There is a dark horse in the competition. I don¡¯t know how many years the first middle school set has been used. Although some good seedlings will be eliminated in the middle, the average score of each student in the final classes is definitely better than before. Any top student who is eliminated. At this moment, there is no need for the school to say anything more, and the trainees themselves have started a crazy problem hell. In the next ten days, everyone will have a big dark circle on their face without exception, wishing to split the time into two for use. The learning atmosphere in Class 9 is equally enthusiastic. Under the revolutionary friendship, the trainees in the whole class are called mutual help and mutual help in hardship. Anyone who is too sleepy in class will consciously stand at the end of the classroom to listen to the lecture. Every day, they organize and use the time between classes to brush their papers. In the third night of the evening, they will work together to get the answers. Thanks to this copy, the trainees in each class quickly became acquainted with each other. Even if they are assigned to a class with their own enemies or hostile organizations, they will not see their heads down, and they will become a community of destiny, and they have to fight side by side together, and the relationship will be eased a lot. Especially Zong Jiu. Zong Jiu felt very tired. He used to be a chic and comfortable magician who only cares about his own happiness and can be handsome, but now he is the squad leader who needs to pull a class. This is also thanks to Zong Jiu''s good memory, and the endorsement can be done without missing a word. If this is another person, I''m afraid I can''t take care of both sides. But they are very obedient, and the community of destiny can''t ignore it. The last few in Class 9 saw him just like a mouse and a cat. They study seriously, and Zong Jiu tells them to go east and never go west. They are not at all like the B-levels in some classes. Senior shelf. It was this attitude that made Zong Jiu wonder what to do. In such a stressful and enriching environment, with the fear of life and death as the first driving force, something finally happened one day, which can be considered as breaking the stagnant life. Things are big or small, but they are not small. The reason is that some of the class 9 students were cleaning, and found a dilapidated diary in the compartment on the board of the class platform. The diary showed that this was left by the last few students, and there were also some transcripts in it. Just looking at the scores can tell, the owner seems to be a girl with excellent academic performance. It''s strange to say that after entering this collective copy, the trainees didn''t want to look for clues or clues left by the npc. It is a pity that this school is very weird. Except for the fact that a large number of students have been known to commit suicide, all traces of it seem to have been deliberately erased, and there is no trace. This diary is still their biggest harvest after entering the copy. It must have been during the winter and summer vacations that the corners of the podium could not be searched to survive. Otherwise, it must be handled uniformly by the school just like other traces. "Open it quickly, no other classes have found such good things, in case there is a clue to the background of this copy!" "Yes, if you can find some clues, there may be new progress." Since it was found by Class Nine, it must be researched within Class Nine as soon as possible, and will be taken out after the research is completed. So dozens of heads came together, eyes were piled up in the cracks, watching the white-haired magician slowly open this dusty diary for many years. Not only the class 9 students, but the survivors who were watching the live broadcasts of other classes also moved on to the news and switched to class 9 to watch the excitement. [Fuck, this should be the first special item that appears in this collective copy so far, right? ¡¿ [Hurry up and see what it is, what important clue should it be, according to the horror copy routine, the diary is simply the best carrier to record these things] [Indeed, if there is any solution to the game, it will be considered a big profit] Under the ardent eyes of the public, the magician turned to the first page of the diary without changing his face. Strangely, this diary does not have the owner''s name, but the handwriting is familiar to Zong Jiu. [March 3, even though I begged them hard, they still sent me here through their relationship] [March 5, so terrible... this school is terrible, if you don¡¯t study, you will really die] [On March 6, they did not allow students to write diaries. If they were found, it would be dangerous. I have to hide this diary.] There was not much special place in the front. Zong Jiu looked through it like this, only to see some trivial records, and the lines were filled with the blood and cruelty of No.1 Middle School. These are all known by the trainees, even if they read it, they are not very useful, and there is not much value for reference. Finally, after turning back a few pages, they finally saw something valuable. The handwriting in the diary is messy as it goes back, which can clearly reflect the unstable mental state of the diary owner when writing these words. The turning point started with another person who appeared in the diary. [April 6th, this diary is the only time for me to relax a little in the busy study day. Only when I write these words, I am not like a person who was only born for learning] [April 8th, the monitor was really a good person, even if he was too busy to take care of himself, he took time to counsel the whole class] [On April 11th, for the first monthly exam, the girl in front secretly stuffed me with a candy, and I opened it under the quilt. Although it was melted, it was really sweet] [April 12th, the classmates are all fine, and I also want to become such a person who can warm others] ...... [On May 10th, the whole class made an appointment together, they want to live from here together, and pass the top 3 of their favorite] By the time I write here, the handwriting has become neat and smooth again, with strokes and strokes. until-- [May 14, how could this be? ] It is a pity that when they turned back, they found that the next two or three pages of paper seemed to have been gnawed away by a mouse, stained with damp traces and pasted together, leaving the last remaining yellowed paper alone. At this point, the handwriting has resumed scribbling, and even blackened colors are contaminated. A trainee in the class was surprised: "So much blood?" Before they knew it was very unlikely that the owner of the diary would survive. Otherwise, how could they stuff their diary here instead of taking it away with graduation? [July 4th, I have found it, right next to the sinking pool...but there are only three people in the class. If no one among us makes a change, we will have to die in the next exam. ] [On July 5, I took a graduation photo today, the moment the shutter was pressed, I was the only one in the photo] [July 6th, save me, no matter who it is, please save me? I can''t make it anymore...I can''t make it] [July 7, if nothing else, this is the last time I have written it, and I will put it in the podium tonight. If any latecomer sees it, please be sure to stop it before the tragedy happens. As mentioned earlier, this transformation process is [irreversible]. Even now, the students have become their original minds one by one. The most annoying look in the movie, but in order to survive, we can only do this, there is no other way] [They saved the class with themselves, saved me] [Now, it''s my turn] The diary stopped here abruptly. After reading the diary, the class 9 students looked at each other. The front is all daily life, and the last page is very secretive. If you want to find more clues, undoubtedly in the first few pages torn off. Zong Jiu was the first to ask, "Did you find anything else when you cleaned it? There was nothing else in the cracks?" On the ninety-nine, he shook his head like a rattle, "At the time we wiped the podium together, there were only a few transcripts close to full marks in the diary, and nothing else." Zong Jiu pondered for a moment, and pointed to the words "graduation photo" in the diary. "This thing should be our key to solving the puzzle." Not only him, but other people also think so. "But we have been in No.1 Middle School for so long, and we haven''t heard of any outstanding alumni exhibition area here." As the trainees said, they suddenly realized something, ¡°It stands to reason that key middle schools shouldn¡¯t wait to see the graduation photos and honor rolls of their previous outstanding students?¡± [There must be a demon if something goes wrong, there must be a problem] [Yes, since the source of the matter has been found, just follow the investigation] [That is, I am a little concerned about the irreversibility and tragedy in the diary. What does this mean? Is it possible to become a classmate, all the previous graduates committed suicide? ¡¿ [That¡¯s not right. If you commit suicide, you can still take a graduation photo together. Are you a corpse? ¡¿ But soon, this question was completely revealed in the morning five days later. A B-level trainee became a faceless man. Chapter 90: first Middle school It happened in the seventh class. Class 7 is the class of Tuyumen, which happened to be ranked ninth in the last grade ranking. Although the whole year is full of rookies, there is still a gap between the average scores of the last-ranked class and the first-ranked class. If you want an average score of 600, it is definitely much less difficult for class one than for class seven. In this case, the atmosphere in Class 7 is even more depressing. By the way, the last one in Class 7 is still an S-class boss. This has to be replaced by another class, since cold violence has already begun. The big hat of the S-level was buckled there, and no one could say anything to the Tuyumen, they could only respond indifferently one by one. The life of poor students throughout the year is not easy. Not only do they have to study hard, but they also have to accept the cold eyes of their classmates, except for the first class of Fanzhuo, the third class of the Black Wizard and the nineth class of Zongjiu. After all, these classes have clear leaders. Even if other classes are elected as class monitors, many trainees feel that they are both at grade B and do not have the power to give orders. Even if they can study together, discrimination in the class is as serious. Of course, the saddest thing is that before the first monthly exam, all the trainees¡¯ 404 dormitories were sold out. Under the whipping of the assistant coach, they really couldn''t help but revealed the unified plan for the whole year and were regarded as traitors. By coincidence, there is a second-to-last of Class 7 in the 404 dormitory. This is the penultimate, was found to be a faceless man. It happened this morning. At 6:50 the dormitory played the radio on time, and all the trainees climbed up from the bed and folded the quilt to wash. The B-level trainees all looked up and saw their heads down. After the 404 dormitory reported the secret, other trainees were unwilling to interact with them, so only the people in the 404 dormitory played with the people in the dormitory. A 404 trainee Liang Mingde went to the bathroom to get hot water with a mouthwash cup. He turned around and saw the person in their dormitory standing in front of the faucet. So Liang Mingde stepped forward and patted the other person on the shoulder: "So early? I went to review all night last night?" The other party did not answer, but continued to brush his teeth. Only the rustle of bristles scraping on the teeth could be heard in the bathroom. Liang Mingde didn''t care either. He also bowed his head and took a glass of water, squeezed toothpaste and started brushing his teeth. As he lowered his head and brushed, he spoke vaguely, "If you want me to say, you and Tu Yumen are really wronged. He is still the last one, but everyone in the class dare not bully, so he only targets You, what is this called?" "Who doesn''t want to live, it''s really going to provoke us. The next exam will be a blank paper. If you want to die together, you will have to drag a class." Having said that, Liang Mingde still kept his voice down so that the others who were washing together could not hear him. Fortunately, it was still early, and the bell just rang, there were only two or three people scattered in the bathroom, and they were still far apart. The other party never answered. Brushing, Liang Mingde suddenly felt something was wrong. In the past, the second-to-last in Class 7 was the most outrageous, and it would definitely be swearing to talk about such a topic. How could it be so strange and silent like today? Liang Mingde grabbed the toothbrush and looked up from the water in the wash basin. With just one glance, the trainee was so scared that the water glass in his hand fell to the ground, and Gu Lulu turned to the sewer. "Where is your face?" Liang Mingde trembled repeatedly, stepped back, and took out his special props in his hand. But embarrassingly, his special props are only useful for the existence of psychic aliens, and do not react at all to living creatures. The penultimate who had always turned his back to him turned his head. The face was flat and smooth, and all the areas where there should have been facial features were blurred, turning into a flesh-colored background. The Faceless Man didn''t answer, and didn''t even look at Liang Mingde more. Like a robot walking according to the procedure, it seemed to be able to measure the distance every step it took, holding the cup and leaving straight away. ...... There is no doubt that this matter caused an uproar among the trainees. "How can a living person suddenly become a faceless man?" In the 101 dormitory, a new round of monitor meeting is going on. All the monitors gathered together. "There must be some catalyst, or some kind of pollution source, that will make the trainees like this." During the break this morning, they went to Class 7 to observe the trainee who had become a faceless man. The scary thing is that no matter how they chatted with the trainee, or even called his name, the other party still didn''t react at all, just sitting quietly in the seat and doing the questions. No matter how noisy the outside sound is, even if someone snatches his pen, the Faceless Man sits on the spot blankly with a creepy blank on his face. It''s like... the soul is taken away for life. On this point, Tomimon gave more clues. "No, he still has a reaction. For example, when the teacher clicked on him to answer a question, he would get up to answer; and today''s weekly test, he also wrote the test paper very full. It can be seen that... Becoming a faceless person does not affect a person''s thinking." That''s even more terrifying. In this copy, only the faculty and Npc are faceless people. Now even the trainees have undergone such a change. Does that mean that in the next time, more and more trainees will become such? The monitor of Class 4 shuddered, "Wait, it''s not just the teachers in this school, but the parents of the students we saw in the pre-plot at the beginning are also faceless?" "Indeed, there must be something in common." "Then you say, after becoming a Faceless Man, can he change back again?" Only Zong Jiu did not speak. He pondered for a moment, but still didn''t reveal what the Jiuban found in the diary. It is not that he is unwilling to share information, but even in the 101 dormitory, there are people with different opinions. For example, the squad leader of Class 5, he seems to want to achieve the purpose of collective copy more than all the members survive, and he doesn''t care about the lives of others. There are too many such variables, and a little carelessness may usher in a situation where news leaks during the first monthly exam. Naturally, it is better to be cautious. The dark wizard sitting across from him glanced at him without a trace from under his hood. It''s a pity that Zong Jiu happened to be immersed in his thoughts and didn''t meet those green eyes. #### Soon, when the fear of the Faceless Man spread among the trainees, at the flag-raising ceremony the next day, the officials gave them an answer. The principal, who only appeared before the first collective speech test, appeared again in front of the flag-raising stand, with obvious joy on his face without facial features and an impassioned tone. "I never expected that before the mid-term exams, our school received such exciting news! If it were in the past, such excellent students would at least appear in large numbers after the mid-term exams. It can be seen that this year is really talented, and the future is limitless!" He waved to the bottom of the flag-raising platform, "Come on, good boy, come here." The trainee who was the first to become a faceless man strode to the rostrum like a puppet. The principal patted him on the shoulder with satisfaction, "This is the outstanding student cultivated by this school, and it is also the high-level talent that is delivered to the society every year. As long as you can have this awareness in middle school, you will not only choose from colleges and universities in the country after graduation, you will enjoy the High-quality educational resources will surely become the mainstay of human society in the future and win glory for the alma mater!" "Come." The principal kindly greeted the teachers standing by the rostrum, especially the head teacher of Class 7, "Come up and take a photo with the first outstanding student who made a decision this year!" Soon, the flag-raising platform was full of people. The faceless head teacher in the work clothes showed an eagerly expectant smile, and the faceless trainees in the blue and white uniforms also showed the same smile, even the angle of the skin on the face is exactly the same, like a perfect production line produced by mass production. Product. These are what teachers and parents call "people who can contribute to society in the future." There was dead silence on the playground. Group activities do not allow students to speak small things in private, but there is no doubt that the expressions on the faces of all trainees are not much better. Just this morning, the results of this week''s weekly test were released. The faceless trainee who was originally ranked second to last in Class 7 jumped to the first place in the class, and his total score even surpassed Van Zhuo, who was the first in grade, and went straight to full marks. What kind of concept is this? It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle. Let alone trainees, even the barrage is chilling. [It was like this in middle school, so talented? My God, is the purpose of this school to train them to be faceless people who are obedient and obedient? Just like the parents and teachers in the pre-story? ¡¿ [Fuck me, this copy is too scary, no wonder there are not many clues left by previous students in the school, no wonder the admission rate is 100%. According to this method, all the people who did not become faceless were killed under the cruel competition. In order not to be eliminated, the people who survived studied hard, and eventually became faceless in competitiveness? ¡¿ [I suspect that this is the ultimate goal of this school, haha, only cultivate people who are useful to society] After the photo was taken, the principal watched the outstanding student step down the podium and turned to look at the whole school. "Parents and teachers are good for you. Now you may not understand and hate us. When you grow up, you will know when you enter society." "I hope that in the next three exams, there will be more such outstanding classmates who can abandon distractions and study with all their heart." ...... Zong Jiu followed the silent team back to the classroom. He pondered for two days, and finally figured out why he felt familiar with the handwriting on the diary. Before the teacher started the class, the white-haired magician lifted the thin board of the table. Behind the table, it was exactly what he found during the test, and he used a knife to carve the entire side of "Help me". Zong Jiu groped carefully behind the wooden table, and as expected, he found a mezzanine that was the same as the podium. He pulled out the yellowed paper in the interlayer. This is a graduation photo. The person in the photo is wearing a blue and white school uniform and looking directly into the camera. The entire class had no faces, only the girl standing in the back row. Her expression was sad. Because she also had only half of her face left intact. Chapter 91: first Middle school This graduation picture is unremarkable. Everyone stood neatly and neatly, and the twisted smile on the face of the Faceless Man was strangely piled up with flesh, and a glance made people''s back chill. The girl in the last row has only one eye, half of the nostril and half of the mouth. She looked at the camera, her mouth curled up pretending to be happy, but her eyes were full of sadness and despair almost overflowing. Zong Jiu also noticed that the girl''s wrist hanging aside was full of shocking scars, both new and old, which was caused by self-cutting the wrist. Combined with the diary obtained earlier, this photo is undoubtedly also a valuable clue. The white-haired magician''s slender fingers slowly crossed this yellowed graduation photo. He did not speak or notify anyone, but silently received the photo in his pocket. #### The appearance of the Faceless Man put all the B-level trainees into the most tense state for this. Especially after the main system stamped and certified Faceless Person could not return to the thriller trainee dormitory, everyone understood the significance of this change. As long as there is a breath in the dungeon of horror, even if it is a mental disorder, the main system can drag you to the dormitory for forced electric shock treatment. The main system treatment is much more powerful than the real-world medical treatment, especially for the treatment of madness. Basically, with a sweep of the electric current, it can connect the disordered tendons in the brain. For example, the last time the one was cured after going to the punishment dungeon. D-level trainees. But now, facing trainees who have turned into faceless people, the main system refuses to accept them. Unless the trainee has not been judged as a trainee, this situation is possible. For example, just like the horror copy with the theme of zombies and apocalypse, once the trainees do not have time to inject the serum and become completely zombies, the main system will also not let them return to the infinite loop. What they have in common is that they have been classified as "human" in the judgment of the main system. This is undoubtedly a terrifying news. But no one knows exactly why the faceless trainees formed. This is the only trainee who becomes a faceless man, and lacks a variable that can be used as a control group. What can be extracted may be nothing more than vague possible vocabulary such as "poor academic performance", "seems to be isolated", "studying day and night" and so on. In just one day, the faceless trainees just browsed through all the textbook test questions, and flew from the second-to-last score in the seven classes to the first in the whole year on a rocket. The limit is close to the full score of each subject, which is not a miracle. For over. For this trainee, he has undoubtedly lost himself and became a "perfect machine" cultivated by the No. 1 Middle School. It is the existence of the principal who stands in front of the podium and does not hesitate to boast of the word of perfection, but also loses his personality. . But starting from the interests of the class, it is undoubtedly a good thing. The scores of faceless trainees are twice that of the first grade Fanzhuo. From the second to last in the class to the top pick in the grade, this was enough for the entire seventh class to raise the average score, and suddenly pulled the seventh class from the bottom of the current nine classes to the middle. Moreover, the results of the faceless trainees are very stable, and they can stabilize their own level in two consecutive weekly tests, and there will never be any abnormalities in their performance. Gradually, not only the grade level, but there is not much discussion in the seventh class. The faceless trainees were previously violent and unwelcome objects in the class. They had no organization themselves, and their strength was barely reluctant. Only Liang Mingde who was a little familiar with him was the first to discover his abnormality, but only Limited to conversation. Even if something happens to such a person, no one will really feel sorry for him, let alone find a way to reverse it. Although the truth is cruel, it is also blameless. Compared with these, the exam that is close at hand burns the eyebrows even more. Time passed quietly. Finally, after the third week of this month, there are only eight days to count down to the midterm exam. All classes are anxious. Even if all the trainees study desperately, it is really difficult to achieve such a score in such a short period of time. All trainees have learned about madness. Not only walking with a book, but also sleeping with a book. Twenty-four hours a day to night, excluding sleep time, all used to do the examination papers to correct answers. What should I do if there is not enough time? Only infinitely compress the time to sleep. Except for half vampires, most of the trainees have dark circles and bags under their eyes and become giant pandas. No one cares about being caught by the auntie. Even if they are caught, they have to bring papers and pens, wear pants in the hallway of the dormitory, and write the questions and stop at the same time. They don''t want to waste a minute and a second. There are nine classes in the whole year, and there are still six classes with a gap of six hundred points. Of these six classes, class nine is close to six hundred points and nearly fifty points away. There are only eight days left in the mid-term exam, but there are still so many classes that have not met the standard. The fear and despair in the hearts of the trainees can be imagined. If you switch to a slightly lower-level trainee, I''m afraid you will have to collapse directly. What¡¯s more frightening is that at the flag-raising ceremony this week, the dean of education even laughed and praised them for saying that the quality of this year¡¯s students was really good. Not only did the students make the right choice so early, but as of now, there is no psychological failure. Choose suicide. B-level trainees are all old people who have experienced big winds and waves in an infinite loop, but at this moment they feel that although this collective copy does not exist, it is the most terrifying and depressing copy they have experienced. Tomorrow is the last weekly test before the midterm exam. Zong Jiu returned to the dormitory to take a bath, and after washing, he overheard the conversation between the squad leader and the other squad leader. "Not only has one of the hind legs disappeared, but the seventh class even has an extra thigh close to full marks. It is not a good thing to become a faceless man." "If you want me to say it, I wish that the last few trash in our class would also change." Zong Jiu frowned. Among all the class monitors of 101, five class monitors are the most extreme. He is not the strongest overall strength among the B-level trainees, but he has the best test scores. He still has a crooked idea in his heart, wanting to take this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to wipe out some future competitors. High-level trainees generally think long-term. Since only one hundred people will be able to debut in the future, this means that the main system will either brush all the trainees to only one hundred in the previous dungeon, or it will refine the score rating, rank the top one hundred, and then obliterate it. Lost a hundred trainees. From this point of view, all the trainees except for themselves are competitors. Rather than putting them in the future to make a fortune, it is better to take advantage of this excellent opportunity to start first. From the very beginning, when passing the blank papers, the squad leader of the fifth shift obviously showed a negative sense of sabotage. In this gap, the squad leader of Class 5 saw the white-haired young man who had just walked out of the bathroom, standing not far away. Because of washing his hair, Zong Jiu''s untied white long hair was draped wet on his shoulders, soaking the bath towels on his shoulders, soaking in patches of slightly darker water. The young man was slender and thin, and his whole body seemed to be barely fleshy, but because of the lack of pigment, he was so white that he was almost reflective. Perhaps because of the overheating of the water, that beautiful and excessive face in the past was also stained with a bit of thrilling red, like a painter stained Chu Hong with an ink pen, fainted, and then reluctantly put the pen back. The squad leader of Class 5 stared at him, waiting for Zong Jiu to react when he was disgusted. As if to cover up his momentary absence, he murmured in a vicious voice, "What are you looking at? I am not wrong. It''s all in an infinite loop. Why is it so exciting?" After saying this, the squad leader reacted, inevitably shrinking in his heart. Let¡¯s not say that the magician is a newcomer who is in the limelight recently. He also made friends with No.2 Fanzhuo, was favored by No.1, and got an invitation letter from the overnight family. It''s definitely not his kind of low-level B-level that can afford to exist. Zong Jiu said coldly, "I didn''t look at you, but you made my ears noisy." The original retreat disappeared in an instant, and this contemptuous and disdainful look completely exploded the fifth squad leader. "Who do you think you are? The newcomer dares to be so arrogant? Don''t think that you can do whatever you want with the preference of that adult." In the next second, the sound of poker cards breaking through the air and the sound of the spine of the book on the table sounded at the same time. The cards cut through the air sharply, and impartially left a shallow and long blood mark on the cheek of the fifth squad leader. The moment it plunged into the wall behind, an indifferent male voice followed, "It''s noisy." Not far away, the black wizard in black robes was pressing down the book he was reading, and his handsome profile face looked extremely unkind in the dim light. The long and narrow green eyes he looked at were easily reminiscent of the dim aurora of the cold North Pole. But I don''t know why, at this moment, in Zong Jiu''s mind, it unexpectedly gradually overlapped with another pair of unrelated dark golden pupils. Zong Jiu felt that he was a bit of a horror. Not long ago, when the King was playing, he also tested it with tarot cards, which ruled out the possibility of the black wizard being manipulated by the devil. On that day, No.5 Azan in black was/manipulated or manipulated by a demon. He borrowed Lin Guoxing''s body, and then another wave to lure the enemy into deep, deliberately selling miserables, and this was how no.5 was implanted with a puppet thread. The black wizard has never been injured in this instance. Moreover, it is only a month, and no.1 is not so great that its magical powers. In fact, the most important thing is that Zong Jiu firmly believes that no.1 can''t help him out so kindly. Although he didn''t know why the devil suddenly gave up the idea of ??killing him, he was never so naive to think that the devil would not kill him in the future. Zong Jiu is even more annoyed with the current attitude of no.1 than his previous life-and-death attitude. No pain or itching every day, just to find some unpleasant behavior. The killing intent was restrained, but the behavior was clearly like teasing one''s own pet, with condescending love and pity from beginning to end. With Zongjiu''s arrogance, it is strange that he can bear it. He who bears grudges said that he had put the killing of the devil on the agenda in his heart, and in the future, he must let No.1 feel the feeling of face beating and being beaten. As soon as the black wizard spoke, the squad leader of the fifth class dared not say anything, and left the dormitory in a desperate manner. Zong Jiu wiped his hair lazily, then turned around and said thank you in a low voice. Thanks to him, no.8 has nothing to express. The dark green eyes swept across without emotion, and fell back to the book he was holding. Feeling the familiar indifferent sight, Zong Jiu felt more relieved, and felt that there was no need to waste another chance to draw a card. Silence resumed in the bedroom, but strangely, there was no sound of rustling pages. The white-haired magician with his back to the black wizard wiping his hair didn''t realize that he had missed an important message. Zhuge An once said to him that the soul invasion after the fifth puppet thread implanted by the devil is not completely transformed into the devil himself. In order to be rational, these completely manipulated people will be allowed to retain their own personalities. After being manipulated, the personality characteristics that he showed to behave in the world are still the original owner, but the inside is eroded and manipulated by the consciousness of higher authority, so that no flaws are exposed due to excessive changes in personality. This is why the ability of No.1 is so incomprehensible, because unless the puppet being/operated shows its feet, it will be difficult for others to detect abnormalities, let alone the person being/operated. Just like Messiah. Unexpectedly, I didn''t know if it was because I was too busy studying lately or there was a problem in my mind that didn''t turn around. Chapter 92: first Middle school Zong Jiu didn''t think much about the anomaly of the black wizard at all. He only sneered while wiping his hair with a towel. Everyone in No. 1 Middle School is required to wear blue and white school uniforms, only no. 8 is the most amazing, but whenever you are in the dormitory, you can change your school uniforms back to your black robe and hood, which is persistently distressing. Soon, on tomorrow''s weekly test, the change happened again. This time, three faceless men appeared in one breath, all of them were trainees ranked first and second from the bottom in each class. And without exception, like the first faceless trainee, they all changed on the eve of the exam, and the moment they walked into the exam room the next day, there was an uproar. The result of the exam speaks for itself. Those three classes happened to be one-tier classes away from 600 points. After the appearance of the Faceless Man, they all crossed the 600-point line dangerously. In this kind of test, when everyone can only test five or six hundred points, there is a test with more than 1,000 points, it is like a **** descending to the world. Not only was one missing two to three hundred points behind, but even one person gave the average score more than a dozen points. This time, all the people in the three classes chose to be silent. In the final analysis, unless it is a good friend who is too good to know each other, or a lover who is in love. In addition, no one really cares about the life and death of others, everyone only cares about the mid-term exam requirements for the whole year over 600. What''s more, these transformed faceless people are themselves marginalized people. Human beings are self-interested creatures. As long as they can achieve their goals, as long as they are not themselves transformed, what does it matter? After this time, many classes even have privately such as the class 5 monitor, "I hope that the countdown of our class will also be acquainted. Those who only take the test of more than two hundred points to the countdown do not know how many of us will give him points." "That''s it, it''s better to become a faceless person, just know the waste that drags the whole class." ...And so on, and so on, such extreme remarks are becoming more and more prosperous, like an undercurrent surging. As of now, three of the nine classes in the whole year still fail to meet the standards. Including nine classes. Zong Jiu has been very strict recently, pressing down the countdowns of the nine classes to write the papers together, and they have to say three seven twenty one one by one if they can''t make the wrong questions. Occasionally, I would even stand behind the classroom with books when I was in class, just to see if those few countdowns had listened carefully to the class. When those pale pink eyes fluttered down, beautiful but extremely oppressive, everyone dared not follow it. Compared to other classes, Class 9 is a bit better, and there are not so many thorns. Even if he did, he wouldn''t dare to speak rudely to Zong Jiu. There were some different voices when the squad leader was established before, but they all disappeared later. After all, the class teacher of Class 9 is definitely not someone who they can act recklessly. That adult didn''t say anything, so where is there a place for them to speak in their turn? Besides, apart from anything else, although Zong Jiu felt that this task was unpleasant in his heart, the actual performance he made when he was the class leader was obvious to all, and it did make the class average score higher and higher. Gradually, the trainees who were dissatisfied were convinced. Coupled with the efforts of the bottom few in the class, it is obvious to all. On the 99th and the 98th, they even exploited their sleep time indefinitely, and even used special props, just to learn more. They have good personalities, and there are a few of them in large organizations, so compared to other chaotic classes where no one is convinced, the cohesion of Class 9 is definitely not the same. Before the last monthly exam, everyone might be quite murmured, but when the eighth place of Class 9 was finally announced, all the trainees genuinely threw the countdown to the sky and cheered. At that moment, everyone had a new understanding of the term collective. Such a class atmosphere without class bullying or discrimination is quite rare. Except for the first class of no.2 Fanzhuo''s iron-blooded rule and the third class because of the fear of surrendering to the no.8 black wizard, there are only nine classes. . Zong Jiu didn''t want to admit that he was indeed a softer but not harder. After this weekly test, Class Nine, which was nearly 50 points away from the 600-point average, once again achieved an ascent. They are only fifteen points away from the midterm exam goal. Although the results are gratifying, it still makes people restless. Because this is the last weekly test before the midterm exam, you will have to go to the battlefield next time. In case there is such a little omission, it is also the end of the funeral of the whole class of trainees. Zong Jiu took a shower and left the dormitory. When he went to the class, the class was already full of people, and he was the only one left. "Come so early today? Yes, I am conscious." The magician complimented him smoothly, and only found something wrong when he looked closely. The trainees in the class were all gathered in a circle, with anxious and disapproving expressions on their faces. Seeing the white-haired youth walking into the classroom, they breathed a sigh of relief as if they had found the backbone, "Brother Nine!" "Brother Nine, you are finally here, come and persuade these silly boys, they want to become faceless voluntarily!" "That is, I''m afraid it''s not a bunch of fools. No wonder I can''t learn how I usually learn it. This dare to think is full of water and flour, and it becomes a batter when I shake it." "Why don''t you talk about self-sacrifice? Why don''t you see these hippie smiling guys so dedicated?" Now there are four faceless trainees in the grade. Just compare them and you will find that they do have a lot in common. Therefore, many people have guessed and concluded about how the Faceless Man formed. First of all, faceless people are nothing more than the countdown of each class. Secondly, their social circle is very narrow. They belong to transparent people who are ignored and indifferent in the class. They are either full of righteous indignation or few words, and rarely communicate with others. In the end, the pressure exerted on them must be great, and the pressure from all aspects is enough to make them confused and distorted in personality. Of course, in addition to these three points, the trainees have to make their own choices. As the dean of teaching said, there is a certain level of consciousness. Many trainees who have become faceless people are themselves greedy for life and fear of death. Sometimes under such extreme oppression, they choose to give up, most likely just to not endure the painful whipping of whipping. On the contrary, it is cheaper for the rest of the class. Through the gaps in the crowd, Zong Jiu saw that the bottom-ranked trainees in Class 9 were sitting in the middle, each with a heavy and depressed expression, deliberately creating an environment for himself to become a faceless person. Although the classmates gathered around each other to speak out, but the concerned expression on their faces couldn''t hide. At this moment, the interests of the class were put behind the scenes, as human emotions prevailed. No one hopes that these poor students will sacrifice themselves to raise the average score of the class like other classes. Zong Jiu''s eyelids twitched, and he said coolly: "You can save yourself, and see how autistic the trainees who turned into faceless people are. It''s strange that you can change because of your personality that is like a flying dog. With this time, it might as well brush two more papers." There was a roar of laughter from the class, and even the ninety-eight and ninety-ninth sitting in the middle couldn''t help but chuckle, giggling like a two-hundred-and-fifteen-jin two fools. Zong Jiu didn''t urge. After they laughed enough, he put the book he was holding on the table, his expression returning to seriousness. After seeing his expression, the atmosphere that had just become active again solidified. "Not only before this exam, but in the next sixty days, I hope that such ridiculous situations will never happen again. We study hard, isn''t it just for the whole class? Who dares to be like this? As in that broken diary, sacrifice yourself to become a faceless man. Don¡¯t blame me for calling you guys to beat you up." "Our Class 9 will always be a group. Ninety-nine people will either live together or die together if the big deal is bad. I''m not allowed to give me one less. The white-haired young man''s words were steady and determined, and loudly. Although there is not such a gorgeous rhetoric or rhetoric, it makes many B-level trainees these big masters red eyes. Not to mention the classmates, even the barrage burst into tears. [Damn, I want to cry too, fuck, this is too touching] [I''m already holding a tissue oooooooooooooooooooooooooo [The atmosphere of Class 9 is really great. Although it is not the best and strongest one, it is the most humane one. After watching so many classes live, I found that I still like it the most.] [Yes, mainly because the monitors of Class 9 are really great...Which monitors of other classes will take time and effort to teach these poor students? It is good not to unite the whole class to put pressure on them, verbally saying that they will not give up any compatriots who are undergraduates. In private, it is not to let the whole class deliberately alienate the undergraduates and use actions to show that they want these undergraduates to become no one. Face person. I¡¯ve seen too many examples in the live broadcast room these days, which is chilling] [Yes, really, only Class Nine has achieved the same heart-to-heart and unity. I now zoom in on the camera to look at everyone. Really, by looking at the facial expressions, I can tell that no trainee in the class violates yang and yin. Everyone sincerely hopes that ninety-nine people will come to the end together] ...... [After this copy, I really changed my view of the magician. I don''t know why, although I used to chase his live broadcast, although he showed great color, but I always feel that he seems to have no emotions and is indifferent to everything. Alas, it''s not lack of emotion, but lack of humanity and human touch. This copy really made me admire him, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! ¡¿ [Yes, what I said upstairs is too right, this is how I feel. Alas, who would have thought that although this copy is so cruel, although everyone has graduated for so many years, it is so empathetic] In the classroom, the eyes of the trainees were reddish, and on the ninety-ninth, they sobbed and couldn''t hold back their tears. No one laughed at him this time, everyone patted his shoulder comfortingly with tears in their eyes. Many trainees in the classroom have not even gone to high school, or have never felt the atmosphere. But at this moment, the ninety-nine hearts seem to be extremely close. All the trainees glanced at each other, shouting hoarsely, almost overturning the ceiling: "I heard it! Squad leader!" "Our Class Nine, we want to live together, we must die together, and we can''t be less than one--!" Chapter 93: first Middle school Zong Jiu was very satisfied with the positive attitude of the entire class nine. Satisfied, he took advantage of these people''s enthusiasm to throw more papers, hoping that they would turn their passion into motivation and make up the missing 15 points of Class 9 as soon as possible. "Good! We will definitely win honor for Class 9 and live up to the expectations of the class leader!" The other ninety-eight trainees were like chicken blood. They took the white cloth strips on their heads, and immediately began a new round of test papers. The barrage was also howling wildly. ¡¾Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong, rush for me in Class 9! ¡¿ [Flush duck! Seeing my blood boil! I also want to take out a paper and follow the 9th class, and today we are all from the 9th class] [Fuck, there is no need for the sisters upstairs, that''s nine subjects, the scumbag directly looks dead. jpg] The white-haired young man stood on the podium and touched his chin indifferently. He didn''t really feel what he said just now. After all, the magician is definitely a good hand when mobilizing the atmosphere of the scene, and he can easily get the results he wants through extraordinary words. However, it can arouse everyone''s enthusiasm and active atmosphere, and achieve amazing results. It is not bad to use this method several times. In any case, Zong Jiu would never admit that a little bit of arrogance had risen in his heart just now. Absolutely not. He glanced at the nine classmates who pulled the table and started to study, and helped each other with each other. He was very pleased, "Then you do it first, and I will check it when I come back." "Yes! Squad leader!" So all the trainees watched Zong Jiu, who was about to send homework, went out, lowered their heads, and discussed and studied enthusiastically. After stopping in the corridor for a while, the white-haired young man sighed quietly, holding a stack of homework, and walking forward. To be honest, Zong Jiu felt that he was really not a good person. Long, long ago, before he became a magician, he left a file to be seen. Because he lacks emotions, has poor empathy, and ignores rules; he likes to pretend to be fraudulent, playing with humans in the palm of his hand, lacks necessary social activities, and disdains to make friends with people. This kind of characteristic display is undoubtedly a kind of personality disorder, to be precise, it is a kind of antisocial personality disorder. Such a person is undoubtedly like an unscheduled bomb/bomb in society. As long as there are enough incentives, no one knows when they will detonate/explode. So after the psychiatrist gave the whole school¡¯s students psychological counseling and testing, the news was fed back by the head teacher to the old nun who adopted Zong Jiu. The head teacher said that the school would not accept this kind of marginal existence, and euphemistically persuaded the old nun to take the eleven-year-old Zong Jiu home. From then on, Zong Jiu knew that he was different from everyone else. He is more stimulating than life and death. He prefers to ignore or break the rules than ordinary people should abide by, instead of following the rules step by step. He prefers a person to establishing an intimate relationship or engaging in unnecessary communication. Having said that, Zong Jiu has to thank Magic. If there is no magic, he might not be able to become like this. Just like now, even after first discovering clues by himself, Zong Jiu didn''t even plan to tell anyone because of the lack of basic trust in people. And now... think of the ninety-eight smiling faces in the class just now. I don''t know why, Zong Jiu, who had been watching like an outsider, also seemed to be pulled in. The white-haired magician sighed slightly in his heart. He already vaguely understood Zhuge An''s intention to let him come to this collective copy. I have to say that no.3 is terrible to see people. Even if Zong Jiu didn''t say anything, he had already seen clues. In a daze, those rough hands fell on his head again. "If you can''t find a target that can be used as a chain, then respond to the expectations of others." Turning the corner of the shadow cut by the sun, Zong Jiu drew a tarot card from his pocket. The Tarot card representing no.2 Vandro is the fourth major Arcana, and the emperor is in the right position. After eliminating the possibility of demon manipulation, the magician took it back into the system backpack. A white background with red letters hung on the wall not far away, indicating that this is a class. It is time between classes, and there is no one in the hallway of a class. Only the trainees in the second class were outside in the sun, holding a textbook in their hands and reading attentively. As soon as the white-haired young man walked over, he immediately attracted the attention of other class trainees. Not to mention that a class with the highest average score in the whole year is still studying desperately, and other classes that do not meet the standard will only study harder. There is no difference between the time between classes and the time of class. It is a mad study, and there are very few other classes of trainees wandering around. What''s more, the newcomer trainee who came to the class is still the newcomer trainee who has been in the limelight recently, and is in the third grade. "Why did the magician suddenly go to class one?" The trainees in other classes whispered in the corridor, "Who doesn''t know that the class rules are the strictest. Usually, it is only allowed to fetch water or let the wind go after class, and is not allowed to take a step out of the classroom." They watched the white-haired magician knock on the glass windows of a class, looking like they were looking for someone. "That''s right, even if another class goes to the first class to find someone, you have to wait until the free time. If the magician is really looking for someone, it might be a waste of time." However, a minute later, the trainees standing in the corridor were shocked. The door of Class One opened. Not only did it open, the man who came out was also tall, with gray hair and red eyes, and an extremely fierce temperament around him. He nodded to the magician, and the two turned a corner and walked side by side toward the stairwell. When the two people''s blue and white school uniforms disappeared at the corner of the stairs, someone trembled. "That... isn''t that no. 2?" #### The atmosphere between the two was silent, but it did not appear embarrassing. They walked up the stairs until they reached the roof top of the teaching building. The rooftop of the No. 1 Middle School is on the sixth floor. It is covered with thick concrete. The surrounding area is only roughly surrounded by rusty iron railings. There are still vacancies in the corners, as if they were torn away by life. . The school did not plan to bother to repair the roof, after all, no matter whether it is surrounded or not, it can''t stop the students who really want to jump from here. Today''s weather is still gloomy, with no sunlight. Van Zhuo spoke first, "Is there anything you are coming to see me?" Zong Jiu nodded. He pulled out the tattered diary from the homework he was holding. After Class 9 got the clues from the diary, Zong Jiu did not stop the class from telling it. So this week, many people have heard about the news that Class 9 found a diary. Strangely, 101 did not intend to hold another squad leader meeting for this purpose. Every time the person holding a meeting is no.2, the always cold and indifferent no.8 black wizard is obviously too lazy to take care of things, no.10 Tu Yumen doesn¡¯t have enough time to study on his own, and he¡¯s going to be bald, and he¡¯s not in the mood to take care of it. These ones. So no. 2 is not held, 101 is like nothing happened. In addition, in the past few days, there have been some rumors in other classes, and several classes seem to have found clues. Zong Jiuyi thinks too, it is impossible to have nine classes for the whole year, and only one of the nine classes. According to the horror copy routine, each class has a clue, which is the most reasonable. After these days of observation, Zong Jiu can basically divide Fan Zhuo into the lawful camp. People shouldn''t be in appearance. Who could have imagined that a half-vampire, the boss of the Night Clan, at first glance, the commander who came out of the Battlefield of Shishan Blood Sea turned out to be a lawful camp. Originally, Zong Jiu could explore it slowly by himself, but now, perhaps because he wanted to make those second fools of Class 9 laugh a little silly, Zong Jiu decided to take the initiative to find a few allies. Others have to study hard, these things can only be played by the third grade. Among so many allies, No. 2 with high power and prestige is undoubtedly the optimal solution. Sure enough, after listening to him, Fan Zhuo''s expression was not surprised. This time, the leader of the Ye Clan divided the conversation into an official position, and his expression became serious. Zong Jiu admired the attitude of no.2 in business affairs. After all, he separates himself from the original owner, and he doesn''t want the other party to see him wearing unnecessary filters. "The reason why I don''t hold a squad leader meeting... I think you know it well." That''s right, there are too many variables in the 101 dormitory now, such as Class 5, and Class 10, which is gradually showing its tendency. In this case, sharing information can easily cause incidents before the first monthly exam. "It''s not important, what is important is cooperation." The white-haired young man took his hand out of his pocket, "You and I know that this copy is far from being as simple as it seems. If you don''t share information, you will definitely miss a lot of information." As expected, Fan Zhuo readily agreed to the request for information sharing. The two exchanged information items directly on the rooftop. No. 2 gave him an old letter found in the cracks of the class door. Zong Jiu gave him a diary and a graduation photo. "If you didn''t find me, I plan to find you soon." After the exchange was completed, Vandro paused, "Until now, after seeing you are still the same as before, I am completely relieved." He added: "If the aunt of the Spirit of Heaven knows that you are here but still maintain the goodness of the past, she will definitely be relieved." Zong Jiu: "..." He looked at the back of No.2 leaving the rooftop, and he didn''t know what to say for a while. It can be seen that the original owner really left this indelible beauty filter to this big Vatican when he was a child. Even after so many years, the kindness of Zhuma Zhuma is still in his heart. Of course, Zong Jiu didn''t want to say anything anymore. Because just when he lowered his head to open this new clue, an unscrupulous and unbridled gaze climbed onto his back again. Zong Jiu paused while holding the envelope, his eyes looked like a knife, and he looked up sharply. Sure enough, in the shadow next to the roof wall, a dark and slender figure was leaning lazily there. There is a puppet silk flying and jumping in the man''s hand, his fingers are full, and he seems to be preparing the next unlucky fate. The moment Zong Jiu looked over, the black-haired demon immediately reduced his boredom, and his dark golden pupils instantly brought a strong interest. He turned his head to the side with a smile, and said hello to the white-haired magician who was standing not far away. "Hi." Chapter 94: first Middle school Zong Jiu: "..." Hi you big head ghost. He and no.2 have been talking here for so long, not to mention Zong Jiu, who has not undergone physical strengthening in this regard, Fan Zhuo is at least a four-generation semi-vampire transformed by the prince of blood, even he didn¡¯t even notice the other. The breath of a person, that can only show that the strength of No. 1 is far greater than that of No. 2. Although there is a vague hunch, when this fact is really revealed, it is still unavoidable. The young man folded his arms, his expression cold. His smooth white hair was tied firmly with a headband and hung behind his head. The cold wind on the roof blew up the broken hair left beside his cheeks, making him look like snow with picturesque eyebrows. The interest in the man''s eyes became more and more intense, the light turned dim, and the puppet line flying up the glove disappeared into the void in an instant. He got up from the wall and walked towards the white-haired young man, stepping on the fleeing shadows every step of the way. Although there was no extra movement, the whole body was surrounded by extremely sharp dark light. In contrast, that extremely aggressive look fell on Zong Jiu, as if shuddering on his spine. But not wanting to appear to be short at this point, the white-haired young man stood upright and didn''t move, his tone mocking. "Unexpectedly, no.1 also has a hobby of listening to the corner." The devil looked innocent, "My class representative sent homework to the rooftop. As a teacher, I should come up and take a look." He deliberately lowered his voice, making the words ¡®my class representative¡¯ circulate in his throat, making it a bit hoarse. Zong Jiu didn''t take his tricks of mystery at all. But when he came out of class, he did hold a stack of homework in his hands. Originally, I wanted to find Fan Zhuo to exchange information and then go to the office by the way. I didn''t expect that no.1 would come up in person, saying that he didn''t mean to believe it? "Oh." Zong Jiu responded indifferently, and put the test paper in his hand into the other''s arms, "I''ll give you the homework, you can go now." The black-haired man was taken aback, and suddenly laughed lowly. First, he grinned hoarsely in his throat, and then sullenly in his chest. Finally, the whole person seemed to have found something new and shook like a sieve beside the place. Zong Jiu:? ? ? He looked at No.1 with a look of neuropathy, and he really felt that the main system should give its tutor a treatment. This problem of getting sick anytime and anywhere should really be cured. Since no.1 is still laughing, Zong Jiu, who is still thinking about information, does not intend to continue to accompany him. The white-haired young man adjusted his cuffs, turned his head and walked to the rooftop stairs. Turning your back to the enemy is undoubtedly a taboo. But Zong Jiu just didn''t want to be short in front of No.1. So as he walked, he also took out the playing cards between his fingers, his body tight, always paying attention to the wind and grass behind him. But unfortunately, the devil seemed to be really immersed in his own world, laughing forward and backward, completely not paying attention to Zong Jiu''s little escape. Zong Jiu was speechless for a while. The stairs are built in the center of the entire roof, covered with a simple cement board room, the iron door is black and yellow, and it will not be changed if it is rusted. He opened the iron door of the roof and walked into the dark stairwell, backhanding very intimately to help lock No.1. After doing all this, Zong Jiu turned around happily and was about to go downstairs. A cold breath hit his shoulders, and the man''s voice sounded in the dark with a smile. "The teacher hasn''t finished talking with you, why did you leave?" Zong Jiu''s reaction was very quick. He bends his elbow directly and pushed one arm backward. The top level of the rooftop is an independent staircase, with doors above and below. It happened that the light bulb in this section of the stairwell just broke, and the iron door had just been locked again, and now this narrow space is so dark that you can''t see your fingers. Even if Zong Jiu gave himself the limit of his eyesight, he could only see the quirky and vague outlines around him. Shuttle Shadow is indeed an extremely convenient skill, not only the whereabouts are weird, but also impossible to guard against. For example, it doesn''t come in handy now. The devil easily evaded this attack, and his slender fingers moved carelessly. Countless puppet threads that were difficult to capture with the naked eye escaped from the void, cutting the roaring card in half. His hand very well reduced the high-speed kinetic energy attached to the cards, and cut the cards that could be directly submerged into the wall without blocking them in mid-air. Zong Jiu did not look back. He knew that no.1 was behind him, but he could not turn around, and there was no time to turn around. Two rounds of attacks did not work, but Zong Jiu was not discouraged. Judging by the cold aura just now, the opponent should not be far away from him. The magician promptly Lipton, drew a short dagger from the strange black cassette, didn''t even look at it, and thrust his backhand fiercely behind him. At the same time, he bends his knees in the dark and kicks towards the place where the breath is coming from. After earning survival points in the thriller trainee competition, Zong Jiu strengthened his hands and eyes to the top. Because he positioned himself as a flexible magician, not a mere thug. But since the last time in the dormitory of trainees, after Zong Jiu had eaten under no.1, he wanted to strengthen his body. No one knows what level the demon''s physical fighting skills are. After all, most of the time the opponent doesn''t need to show up at all, hooking his fingers, the ubiquitous puppet thread can easily trap the prey. However, one of the points to be discussed is that Zong Jiu can rip off the no.1 control others'' puppet line with his bare hands. According to this logic, as long as he can strengthen his physical strength, the next no.1 set will probably not treat him. used. Definitely next time. Sure enough, the flat and rough fabric was attached to the magician''s wrist, and the kicking leg was firmly blocked by the black leather shoes. An irresistible force came from the shoulder blades of his back, and he pressed the white-haired young man against the iron door of the stairwell. "Kang Dang--" The shimmering dagger fell in response to the sound, falling from the youth''s weak open fingers, making a crisp sound in the stairwell, sliding down the gap in the middle to the bottomless darkness below. Zong Jiu: "..." He looked at the rooftop door lock close at hand in front of him, and said in his heart why he had made such a move just now. If it hadn''t been locked, the iron gate should have been pushed open at this moment, and he estimated that he would still be able to fight the devil a few rounds. For a while, there was only the violent breathing of the young man''s chest in the darkness. no.1 I''m used to the process of every time I meet this old enemy, no matter if the atmosphere is pretending to be friendly or tit-for-tat, anyway, you have to subdue the opponent first to continue the conversation. Of course, the devil can also choose not to do this, and then the result will be a big surprise for him to live like a deserted village dungeon. If you change to a weekday, the devil''s interest will come, and you will never mind playing with Zong Jiu. But this time... no.1 It''s so nice to squint his eyes in time. The young man''s long white ponytail swept across the gap between his gloves, itchy. From behind, the man raised the magician''s wrist, which was so slender that one hand could control, and pressed it firmly against the rusty iron door. They were close to each other, so close that they could smell the refreshing and cold scent of the shampoo in each other''s hair. Even if you can''t see Zong Jiu''s current expression, no.1 can guess it. ¡ª¡ªThe other party must be slightly angry on the face and deep in his eyes, even if he is in a difficult situation, there is no lack of room for thinking. It''s like the bright starry eyes lit up in that narrow and cramped coffin last time. Thinking of that scene, no.1 couldn''t help but smirk happily. Zong Jiu could feel a shock from his chest attached to his back. This time, the demon also realized that the opponent''s anger suddenly rose in a straight line. "Relax, I don''t mean to hurt you. Even if it''s me, I have to do this every time I want to communicate with you. It''s hard to fight." The man said with a sigh, his other hand wrapped around the young man''s slender neck and gently slid to the front, slowly resting his shoulder on the position where his collarbone was connected. "How did you think about that question last time?" "What''s the problem?" Zong Jiu''s voice was as cold as a cold river tens of meters below the Arctic. "It makes me sad that you forgot." The devil said pretentiously, without a trace of sincerity in the words. He bent down. The man''s tied black half-long hair fell impartially on the young man''s neck. The good fabric on the suit is attached to the blue and white school uniform, the latter is wrinkled, and the former is still smooth. "Guiguzi''s prophecy tells us to never die, which is really good." There are no omissions, no omissions, this prophecy is actually very simple, just for the trainees to be able to leave the infinite loop. Now that it is clear who the two protagonists correspond to, the wheel of destiny should naturally start its rotation. "Although it is not mentioned, why are you reluctant to think about another possibility?" Zong Jiu, who was grabbing his wrist, snorted, "What''s the possibility?" "such as--" The man lowered his voice, and his thin lips were close to the ears of the white-haired young man, like a lover''s ears. "Cooperation?" After a while, Zong Jiu laughed out loud as if he heard the funniest joke in the world. He didn''t mean to conceal it, and he didn''t even consider the possibility of angering No.1. It was because Zong Jiu simply felt that this proposal... was too funny, not only funny, but also extremely funny. Facing the unconcealed irony in the white-haired youth''s laughter, the devil didn''t get angry, but tilted his head and raised his eyebrows, "This is not funny." The rough gloves couldn''t isolate the coldness that came out of this body, slowly cruising on the edge of the aorta, stroking the body full of vitality under his hands lovingly. The man''s voice was almost whispering, but Zong Jiu''s smile that had just been revealed instantly dampened like ice. "This infinite world is not like this. It is a playground for demons and perhaps a stage for magicians. There are countless toys, and stupid audiences who cheer at any time... Those malice that is hard to reveal in the real world. It¡¯s all here to see, the expressions of human beings struggling in despair and quagmire, how interesting, isn¡¯t it?" There was a dead silence in the stairwell, but the devil didn''t feel it, and the tail sound went up happily. "Why do you die and live like a prophecy? Why not join me and play with me." "In this regard, we should be quite in sync." He intimately polished the magician''s red eyes from behind, "After all... we are essentially the same kind of people." Chapter 95: first Middle school Zong Jiu''s response to the devil''s kind invitation was concise and concise, with only one word. "roll." Facing this ruthless rejection, no.1''s deep dark golden eyes slowly narrowed. After a while, he curled his mouth again as if thinking of something. "It doesn''t matter, you don''t have to give me the answer so early." That being said, the man''s gloved fingers continued to press mercilessly at the end of his eyes, drawing the magician''s long narrow eye. The other hand tightly locked the slender and pale wrist of the white-haired young man, pressing the other side against the back of the iron gate, imprisoned in a narrow space. The devil''s breath was as cold as his body temperature, not even the slightest temperature. He retracted his finger affectionately, and inadvertently wiped the youth''s rolling apple. The unhappiness in Zong Jiu''s eyes grew stronger. no.1 This is stepping on his minefield and he is still cooperating. Now it is almost the same when I go back and have a dream. However, in order to show his generosity, the devil slowly released the shackles of the opponent''s hand. In the next second, Zong Jiu turned around immediately, bending his knees and kicking in front of him. The white edge of the playing cards between the fingers glowed coldly in the dim stairwell, as if death was approaching, wrapped in the cold air, swept across like a mighty force. no.1 had anticipated this wave of attacks in advance, so his stepping back and forth was extraordinarily large, and he went straight to the third stairs, and the ghost generally avoided Zong Jiu''s attack distance. "I am waiting for the final answer in the trainee dormitory. You can change your mind at any time." After flexing his head to dodge the three playing cards swept from his scalp, the man in suit and leather shoes smiled and performed a gentleman''s salute on the spot. The figure melted like a ghost and melted into the shadow behind. This was the second time Zong Jiu saw the devil''s ability to launch this shuttle shadow. This time it was the same as the last time. He didn''t see any other restrictions on this ability. The white-haired young man did not move. He stood there for a long time with a poker card in his hand, and then slowly lowered his right hand, rubbing the reddish wrist that was gathered by the man just now, and squeezing out a sneer from his throat. If you change to an ordinary person, I am afraid that when you hear the no.1 cooperation request, you should agree without hesitation, after all, it is no.1. No one knows the name, because they are too frightened and longing, everyone only uses the word "demon" to represent them. Such an absolute strength undoubtedly stands at the pinnacle of the entire infinite loop. That makes the devil, even if he knows the prophecy, still careless, never pay attention to it, and always carry a condescending arrogance. It is undoubtedly a very stupid thing to be an enemy of such an existence. Zong Jiu had a hunch that those before were nothing but trivialities. The devil has never been serious, and he didn''t really want to put him to death. Of course, this brief tenderness may just be for him to kill time and just find it interesting. If a lunatic like a demon is really murderous, he will definitely not waste too much of his tongue. It only takes a few puppet threads to manipulate anyone to death. Even the rules and regulations specified by the main system can''t stop him. So Zong Jiu laughed. no.1 Among so many sentences, there is only one sentence that Zong Jiu gave to knowingly affirm. The devil plays the world in an infinite loop, manipulating the puppets to end the scenes, watching the drama behind the scenes, and admiring the ugliness of the survivors in desperate situations, and easily evokes the deepest dark side in people''s hearts. The magician regards this as his biggest performance stage in history, loves fraud and disguise, and uses words to play everyone in his palm. Not only is the use of the ghost identity fraud in the deserted village dungeon, but also the use of disguise to gain greater benefits in Las Vegas. This set of Zong Jiu has already played proficiently when he was a great magician in the real world. skilled. This world full of despair and horror just gave him more room to play. They are indeed of the same kind through and through. Many times, others cannot understand the behavior of No. 1, but it is easy for Zong Jiu. He can even stand from the perspective of the opponent and simulate the deep meaning behind the opponent''s actions. The logical relationship of lunatics is very simple, it is only divided into fun and boring, fun and not fun. It is not based on self-interest, moral concepts, or other motivations like ordinary people do. They are not bound by anything. Because of this, Zong Jiu laughed so sarcastically. For the two of them, the word "cooperation" constitutes a paradox in itself. They will never let another person share the glory of each other''s throne, and they will never need to cooperate to win victory like the weak. Imagine if Zong Jiu is a demon, and he says the word cooperation to people, there are probably only two situations. One is that the other party currently has something worthy of use, so you need to use this word to fool it, and wait until there is no use value before throwing it away like rubbish. The second is to think that the other party is very interesting, use cooperation to confuse the other party, and then take the opportunity to stabbing in the back, so that I can take a moment to appreciate the other party''s stunned look. If you replace the object with your own kind, the word "cooperation" will only be more interesting. Zong Jiu was 100% sure that if he agreed to the demon''s proposal to cooperate, he would probably not survive this copy. Because of that, the degree of fun attached to the person "Zong Jiu" will be greatly reduced in the eyes of No.1. Of course there is no need for boring people. Not to mention, they will never be able to give trust to beings other than themselves. Therefore, Zong Jiu not only had to reject the devil fiercely, but also gave the other party a big gift. As for the consequences of declaring war with no.1? Who cares? It''s not the first time he has done this. #### Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to get back to work. He first went to a blind spot in the bathroom and opened the clues that Fan Zhuo gave him. This is a letter from a few years ago, and like that old diary, it was impossible to tell which one was older. The school organized a cleanup last week, otherwise it would not be easy to find so many clues. In contrast, Zong Jiu prefers this to be arranged by the main system alone, because when the plot reaches the mid-term exam, after adapting to the cruel rhythm of this collective copy, it is time to start digging deep-level information. No way to survive. This letter is not long. Unexpectedly, this turned out to be an absolute letter. [To everyone who reads this letter: I should have been dead when I saw this letter] [One month before the midterm exams, the first [heterogeneous] appeared in the grade, and it suddenly became the first of the grade...The next exams were more demanding each time, until this time, the high scores Under demands and brutal competition, all the classes throughout the year have made choices] [The people in the class have been isolating me all the time, trying to make me that [heterogeneous] so that they can live] [A classmate falsely accused me of my early love, because his academic performance is better than me, so I was remembered, maybe this is the last straw that killed the camel. Looking at those selfish faces, I feel sick... In order to keep themselves alive and to improve the average class score, these people have forced the people in my upper bunk into [heterogeneous], only me every night Use a knife to engrave on your wrist and tell yourself over and over again that you can¡¯t become that kind of depersonalized existence] [Finally, I decided to commit suicide. Haha, because I am such an incompetent coward] [I don¡¯t have any last words that I want to leave. My parents repeat their mediocre life, but they always ignore my wishes, try to control my life, and make me the kind of successful person in their minds, just like themselves Also live again] [Everyone is like a ghost in human skin. The blood is cold. No one cares if I am alive or not. No one asks my opinion. No one asks if I want to become a so-called "useful person to society." In their eyes, poor students are not worthy of living] [I can only complete my revenge on this world by destroying myself. Because I can¡¯t control anything except my life, haha] After the two words haha, this letter has also come to the end, and there is no follow-up. Zong Jiu knows that this letter may indeed be the end of writing. The person who wrote this letter committed suicide. In the most extreme way, he expressed his desire not to become a faceless man. It also caused the parents to lose the children he had raised for many years, and he completed his "retaliation against the world" in his mind. The appearance of the Faceless Man has already made Zong Jiu clear what the "heterogeneity" in the diary and letters is. Although the situations of the two classes are completely different, they have led to the same ending without exception. The atmosphere of the class recorded in the diary is very good, and the students are harmonious and friendly, and they will cheer each other up. In the end, the scores required by the No. 1 Middle School exams are getting higher and higher, and the people in the class even voluntarily become faceless, thereby raising the average score and grades of the whole class. So in the end, the girl who wrote the diary wrote on July 4: "If the three of us don''t make changes, the whole class will die." But when the graduation photos were taken on July 5, the only three students left invariably chose to become faceless, including the girl with only half of her face left. Everyone is working hard for the class collective. Finally, at the end of the diary, she said that they used themselves to save the class and save me. Now, it''s my turn. This sentence also heralded the end of the final class that all members of the class became faceless. These two clues do not seem to have much in common at first glance, but if you study them carefully, you can at least draw a conclusion. The next two exams must be very demanding, very difficult, and the required scores are unimaginable. Especially the final exam. The girl''s academic performance is very good. Although she can''t reach the level of full marks like Faceless Man, it''s definitely not bad. Under such circumstances, it is impossible to survive a student who is not a faceless person, which means that the exam itself is a dead end. This means that if they can''t learn how to break the game before the final exam, they will either die under the caning or turn into faceless people without self-awareness. Zong Jiu folded the letter and put it back in his pocket. Recalling a precious clue in the diary, he thought that he already had some clues about how to break the game. But the headache is that this method can only be used in the final exam. Before that, they have to at least hold on to the expired senior high school entrance examination and the second monthly entrance examination. #### Soon, in the process of immersing himself in the study, the mid-term exam soon arrived. In the examination room this time, the tension on the faces of the trainees could not be covered. Last time, at any rate, it was only to eliminate the last one, and the first few classes were able to sit back and relax. This time, a line was drawn directly. The ups and downs of the examination room are commonplace, and several classes are pasted with a six-percent line. If you make a mistake this time, it will be the end of the class''s death. During the exam, the palms of the last few of the nine classes were sweating, and they were all panicked. Before the mid-term exams, they spent two evenings of self-study in private to make a set of simulation papers, and the final total score dangerously exceeded 600. Therefore, if they make a mistake this time, they will meet a tragic ending. On the other hand, Zong Jiu did not panic at all. Before the exam, he used the tarot card to test it, and he didn''t know the prophet in advance, so he wrote the paper and said that the old **** was there, and he didn''t persuade him at all. #ÂÛËþÂÞÅƵÄħÓÃ# Chapter 96: first Middle school The more Zong Jiu answered the questions without hesitation, the more curious Teacher Nan, who had been secretly poking and following him, became more curious. As a full-year biology teacher, these days No. 1 not only watched the show by himself, but also manipulated the puppets to wander around in various classes to watch the show. Since Fan Zhuo and Zong Jiu will exchange information in private, it is of course impossible for people in other classes to sit and wait with clues in their hands. For example, the class 5 and class 10 leaders who advocate making the countdown of the class all become faceless trainees. Squad leader, there are several other classes of the neutral wait-and-see group. None of these small movements can be hidden from the eyes of the devil, and he is happy to see how the trainees are struggling to survive from this hellish copy. no.1 dangling in front of his eyes, Zong Jiu didn''t even bother to lift his eyelids, ink was spit out from the pen, and he ran across the test paper smoothly. Although I tested the results of this test with a tarot card, the cards showed that Class 9 was a surprise and passed the test safely. Of course, even if he holds the winning ticket, it does not mean that Zong Jiu will drop the chain on the spot. On the contrary, in order to increase the average score of the class, he did not do too many questions these days, relying on his good memory, and even memorized a lot of standard answers directly. When encountering similar subjective questions, he copied them according to the gourd drawing. Go up. Soon, in the silent silence of the audience, the time came soon. [This time I don''t know which classes can meet the standard, I''m so nervous! ¡¿ [Me, me, me, me and me too! These days, I¡¯ve been in different classes, and there are two other classes that didn¡¯t meet the standards.] [Wuhu, I just care about the grades of Class 9, can anyone tell me something] [Hahahaha I also like Class Nine, Class Nine just stepped on the line last time when I did the problem by myself, so it¡¯s more dangerous, can you live it all?] [Blessings, I really like the atmosphere of Class 9 and I hope they won¡¯t be annihilated] Soon it will be time to correct the test paper. Sitting in the position on the ninety-nine, restless. His face rose to the color of pig liver, and he raised his hand tremblingly, "Teacher, can I go to the toilet? I was nervous before the exam or exam, I drank too much water and wanted to pee. puff. His voice sounded in the silent playground, everyone could hear, the original serious atmosphere was swept away, and everyone laughed. Trainees do not need to drink water or eat, but generally everyone will drink some water even if they don¡¯t eat the inferior canteen of No.1 Middle School. In order to stay up late at night, make a cup of hot water or make some coffee, etc., it is seldom not dripping. But like the 99th, it is really rare to hold back urine because of drinking too much water. The dean of instruction glanced contemptuously at the student number on his chest and refused to answer. The assistant teacher standing by said coldly, "If the class needs to be sentenced after the results, and you haven''t come back, we will let you die." This intimidation could not be said to be unintimidating, causing other trainees who were also thinking about it to shrink back. At first, everyone wanted to test whether the way of urinating can buy a life time, no one dares to be silent now. On the ninety-nine, there was a shiver on the spot, "Yes! I will be back as soon as possible." After speaking, he trot all the way to the teaching building, clutching his pants/crotch, looking really anxious. On weekdays, the 99th is not the first time to lose the chain. The trainees of Class 9 did not say anything after they laughed. On the contrary, the Tuyumen of Class 7 raised their hands to go to the toilet, and they went there one after another. A few poor students. In the examination room, poor students bear more psychological pressure than excellent students. Whether a class can cross the line depends not only on the breakthrough of the top students, but also the performance of the poor students. No one paid much attention to this episode. Only Zong Jiu looked at the distant back on the ninety-nine, and withdrew his gaze nonchalantly. Finally, about a quarter of an hour later, the results came out. When the results were announced, the trainees in Class 9 gritted their teeth one by one, with the enlightenment of generosity on their faces. One week before the mid-term exam, four faceless trainees appeared in the grade. After the expiration of the middle school exams, at least one faceless man appeared in all classes except Class 1 and Class 9. Especially in Class 5, there were three in total, and they suddenly rushed to the upper middle and upper reaches of the ranking. The dean is announcing the scores according to the average score. The classes that passed were all cheered. "Six hundred and fourteen points, class seven!" Class 7 was taken aback for a moment, and applauded one after another. Someone murmured, "If our class hadn''t been the first to have a faceless man, this time I would definitely have to be dragged down by no.10." "That''s... I can avoid it this time, can I avoid it the next time? It''s an S-class dignified, and I can''t teach it no matter what. Their whispers didn''t mean to cover up at all, almost all of them reached the ears of Tu Yumen at the end of the line. Although it was an S grade, the life of Tuomimon was not so easy. The trainees in the class dared not say anything to him. Fortunately, he has a good personality. Even if he is not a leader, he can entertain himself, and he can never give up on himself. What he says to other people is that he doesn''t listen to the eighth scriptures. Although he is a scumbag, he will study seriously. None of the lamps that can become S-class among the thousands of horses are fuel-efficient lamps, not to mention, they must have encountered life and death danger in the horror copy. If this small amount of pressure can knock them down, then Tuyumen might as well just abdicate and let Xian forget it. After seeing this scene, Zong Jiu touched his chin, thinking that he could consider bringing this no.10 into the group. To be cautious, go back and test again with the Tarot cards later. "Six hundred and seven points, class two!" ...... Now the scores read out have reached a little bit in the early sixties, and the faces of the trainees in Class 9 have been pained. With such a small score gap, it is difficult to have another miracle. The score reported will only be lower than six hundred and seven. Who knows if it will be exactly five hundred and ninety-nine? But there are still at least three classes that have not reported their scores. Some of the trainees in these three classes even started chanting Amen with their hands folded. "Six hundred and two points, class 9." Class 9! The trainees in Class 9 looked at each other one after another. After a second of silence, there was an overwhelming cheers. They stood up and applauded, with a sincere and relaxed smile, which attracted many people''s attention. In so many classes, no other class has this cheering atmosphere, and the class leader of Class 5 even took the lead and sneered, "What''s so cool, that you can escape for a while, and you can escape for a lifetime? It''s always the next monthly exam." In stark contrast to the joy of Class 9 were the frightened and frustrated faces of the other two classes. Among them, one of the ten classes has always been good with the fifth class monitor. The monitor of Class 10 is now shaking with his desk and chair. Their class originally did not have the top ten in the grade. Later, they counterattacked. After the appearance of the Faceless Man, conflicts and disagreements occurred in the class, which led to a decline in academic performance. Now everyone regrets that their bowels are all blue. The other fourth class was even worse. Last week, a faceless man appeared and pulled up the score. It is estimated that the trainees in the class have relaxed a little. Unexpectedly, someone made a mistake in this mid-term exam, and immediately pulled that point up again. The trainees of these two classes stared at the dean standing in front of the podium, looking forward to the final miracle. It is a pity that the dean of instruction put down the blank paper on his hand. In an instant, their blood coagulated. "The above is the class that met the scores of this mid-term exam." "The next monthly test will achieve an average score of eight hundred points. Please prepare for each class." "Next, please evacuate the unrelated person from the playground and start execution immediately." All the trainees gasped, and even the barrage couldn''t believe it. [Wipe, what''s going on with this collective copy, is it really going to kill everyone] [That shouldn''t be enough, I saw the copies of the trainees of the other levels next door upstairs, but they all have a chance to survive] [I saw it, but with all due respect, I really can¡¯t see where there is a way out for this copy of the school] [Oh, there will always be, but after all, this is a collective copy... You know, the main system''s purpose is to remove people, even if they find a way out, they will definitely be reserved for a small number of people. , This copy is doomed to be impossible for all members to survive] The average score is eight hundred! What is this concept? The total score is only 1150 points. After excluding those deaths and deaths, the total score is 100 points. The total score of eight hundred points is almost equivalent to a score of more than 120 in language, mathematics, and English. . Again, for trainees who only need to study for three months, this is undoubtedly difficult. Many B-level trainees even covered their faces and wept on the playground. The look was filled with despair. This copy is too long, such a high degree of fear and oppression is enough to obliterate the minds of most people. They spend so much time learning high school knowledge that is completely useless to them, just to save their lives. Despair enveloped the playground. ...... After the irrelevant people were evacuated from the playground, no one was in the mood to watch the tragic scene on the playground this time. After experiencing it twice, such a scene has numb everyone. Screams and cries of pain, untuned tearing sounds one after another. Zong Jiu returned to the classroom, gave No. 99 a look, and the two walked to the corridor one after another. With the hidden voice below, they propped up in the corridor and began to talk in a low voice. "How is it?" Zong Jiu asked. "The place is locked. There is no one, but I can''t get in." On the 99th, shook his head, "They only open the door when there is an accident with a student, and then sweep the corpses in with a broom like taking out the garbage." The 99th said hesitantly, "It''s just...when I stand outside, it feels cold inside." Cold? Thinking of Tu Yumen vowing to say that this is not a ghostly alien copy, Zong Jiu''s eyes flashed with deep thought. Of course, this kind of professional matter has to be seen by a professional person. If possible, he has to flick the Tu Yumen over to take a look. The white-haired young man bent his finger and tapped on the railing without hesitation, "Before the second monthly exam, we must enter the sinking pool once." There was a sentence in the diary that the girl left behind. On July 4, she said she had found it, and it was next to the sinking pond. This sentence has no beginning or end, but it has aroused Zong Jiu''s attention. The first few pages of the diary are unfortunately wet, otherwise you can get more clues. There must be some clue in the sinking pool, pointing directly to the key to the entire copy. However, what is annoying is that on weekdays, the sinking corpse pool is built downstairs in the teaching building, and it is locked with iron gates. There are also teaching assistants who are guarding the rotation. Only during the exams will the assistants walk away. On the 19th, urinated in the public. Fortunately, they still got some precious information. The only thing they worry about is how they should open the locked door outside the sinking pond and how to avoid the assistant teacher''s eyeliner. Before that, they have to bring a psychic boss such as the Tuyumen to the site to investigate. If you just look at the daily classes arranged by the usual school, the sinking pool is almost guarded against death, and it is difficult to find a gap. Fortunately, this opportunity did not make them wait too long. In the first week after the mid-term exam, No.1 Middle School suddenly announced that, in response to the call for the comprehensive development of Dezhimei, the teaching office decided to allocate a whole afternoon to host a basketball match final. After hearing this news, Zong Jiu''s eyes flashed. The opportunity is here. Chapter 97: first Middle school In fact, in such an intense study, suddenly announced what basketball game would be held, seven classes throughout the year are not happy. One afternoon is completely enough for them to write a set of papers to correct one answer and then concentrate on explaining the wrong question again. There are only 30 days in total, and one less afternoon is the hope of racing against time. No one wants to waste this time on the Rauchi basketball game. But this time, I don¡¯t know if the Education Bureau or where has imposed a rigid rule, it is necessary to take pictures and videos, and there will be senior leaders from outside the school to inspect. When this news came, the faculty and staff of the entire No.1 Middle School were in a tense preparation stage. Not only the weeds on the playground were all cleaned up by the teaching assistants, they even dragged a large paint bucket and drew out a basketball court on the playground forcibly. Occasionally when get out of class is over, the trainees watch from a distance as a bucket of paint splashes down on the playground, covering up all the blood that used to flow on it. The reddish brown looks like old viscous blood, and the dark green looks like rancid. The corpse oil, the white dividing line is even more ironic than it can be. Not only their companions, but the playground has dried up with the blood of not many people. But now, just in this way, the guilt has been covered up, except for the clues of the dilapidated and yellowed letters, no one remembers the old bones. "There will be three games in the basketball game the day after tomorrow, including substitutes, and each class will have three classmates." At noon, Teacher Nan, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, rarely came to the classroom to perform the duties of the head teacher. Among so many classes, only class 9 is the most relaxed, because in addition to class time, they don''t even spend much more time with the class teacher than other classes. At any rate, you don''t have to be stared at by the Faceless Man''s head teacher all the time, and you will feel more comfortable. The man ignored the scorching eyes of worship from below, and said in a calm tone, "The superior leaders will come down to inspect, and all students who are not participating in the game must sit around the playground to watch. Everyone must dress neatly on that day and hold their heads high. Nothing is allowed. If the teaching aids such as papers and teaching aids are inspected by the teaching assistant, they will be directly penalized." This set is the usual routine. As long as there are leaders of the Education Bureau to inspect, the face-saving project will be done immediately, and the students will be tortured in the end. "The whole basketball game has a record of the photography team of the Education Bureau. Later, it will produce a promotional video for the comprehensive development of moral, intellectual, physical, artistic and labor. The school means that students with outstanding images in each class will actively sign up and participate in the final evaluation. Give priority to these classmates." As soon as this sentence came out, the whole class of trainees, including the barrage, silently cast their sights on Zong Jiu who was sitting in the first row. The magician who became the focus of his sight inexplicably:? [Fuck, I just laughed to death, the magician is the recognized class flower! ¡¿ ¡¾Do not! It''s a school flower! My prprpr] [Don¡¯t say it, who doesn¡¯t want to watch the white-haired beauty play basketball, think about it, the pale and thin body is hidden under the wide basketball uniform, but it is full of explosive power, awsl] [In this cold, infinite world without a trace of humanity, only the beauty of a magician can bring me a trace of comfort] The devil on the podium glanced at Zong Jiuyi meaningfully, "As of tomorrow afternoon, students who have an idea to sign up can come to my office to apply." There has been a lot of things in the past two days. First of all, after the mid-term exam, the dean announced that the next test score was 800, many of the class''s trainees couldn''t bear it and collapsed, squatting in the corridor and crying. It is not an exaggeration to say that this time all the six hundred points in the entrance examination are because they used their strength to take the breast to cross the line. The class with the highest average score is close to 700, which is 100% away from the eight hundred. Disparity, let alone the last nine shifts that almost stepped on the line. Below the railings are the broken limbs of Class 10 and Class 4, all in a horrible state, with blood flowing into rivers. Just looking at it, I feel that the future is gloomy and hopeless. Up to this point, many trainees have peeked out the true intention behind this copy. If this continues, when the final exam expires, will the score requirement soar to 1,000 points? Everyone is also a B-level trainee anyway, even in such a high-pressure environment, they will not lose their minds. It''s just that at the beginning, everyone was lucky and felt that no matter how cruel the collective copy was, it would give people a way out. Such a high score cannot be achieved by the trainees alone. Unless... there are more faceless people in the class. That''s right, this is a way out of everyone''s thoughts. The essence of the collective dungeon is elimination. As long as the other people in the class become faceless and die Dao friends but not poor Dao, what about it? There are ninety-nine people in a class, and the average score is raised by two hundred. It only needs to transform twenty faceless people. Even if the final exam requires 1,000 points, as long as there are 90 faceless people in the class, there are at least ten trainees who can survive in each class. But the problem is that Faceless People are voluntarily transformed. After realizing this, those classes that remain neutral can''t sit still. The squad leader of the fifth class contacted several squad leaders in 101 privately and held a group. Each squad leader held a group with dozens of students with good academic performance in the class, and put pressure on other poor students. But poor students under pressure are not vegetarians. No one is a fool, and the top-ranked trainees in each class may not be the strongest in overall strength. Who doesn¡¯t know if the trainees with good academic performance are thinking about it, don¡¯t they just want to sacrifice others and protect themselves. So these poor students also hugged a group in the class, cheering on each other, delaying the time for themselves to become faceless, and confronting the squad leader in the face. While the two parties are vying for their own interests, the conflict has intensified like fire and water. Even small-scale quarrels broke out in the dormitory, which gradually rose to physical conflict, which was directly remembered after being caught by the dormitory aunt. Some trainees remembered that no.1 was also in this copy. They were not afraid to go to the office to seek help, but only got a sentence that the NPC has an NPC mission. He could not provide any help until the trainee could not get the key clues. The situation suddenly reached a deadlock. However, this situation does not have much impact on Class 9 at all. In order to stabilize the hearts of the people, Zong Jiu rarely revealed his plans to the trainees in the class. "I have discussed with no.2, and now I have found a way to break the game. The only bad news is that even if I find a way, it is estimated that I will have to wait for the final exam to be used." At this moment, all the nine classes who were originally bereaved were full of energy. "Isn''t it just a monthly exam? This time we can cross the line, and we will do it next time!" "That''s right, we take turns to tutor the countdown guys in the whole class, and are you afraid that you won''t be able to make it through?" "Brothers have persisted. All members of our ninth class have survived. Study hard! So many horror dungeons are here, and they are not dead with the female grimace. If you want to fall here, it will be really embarrassing. ." "Why don''t you care about it!" The demon didn''t stay too much after the missions sent by the school were communicated in an official manner. After the figure of No.1 disappeared at the gate of Class Nine, the trainees in the class gathered around and gathered together, "Brother Nine, what should I do?" Fan Zhuo is very efficient. After Zong Jiu communicated with him for the second time, he contacted the Tuyumen and conducted a field investigation with Onmyoji. On the other hand, he even started to get in touch with the poor student groups in each class. After all, the top student group doesn''t care about the life and death of others, and only hopes that this instance will be able to brush more people away. Only groups of poor students who also want to struggle to survive, can achieve the same interests with them. "You can cooperate, but you have to wait." In the final analysis, the phenomenon of whistle-blowing in the first monthly test is still in disagreement. People are like this, each with their own minds and ghosts, just like everyone likes peace, but there are always people who want to start war. Unless you encounter the same predicament or dead end, cooperation will always be an extravagant hope. Speaking of this, Zong Jiu also confirmed that No. 2 is indeed a good person, with a long-term vision. From the beginning, he steadily led the class to the first place in the grade. If he were replaced by a short-sighted person like the squad leader of the fifth class, he would have started to eradicate dissidents from the class. But Fan Zhuo not only didn''t, he even took the initiative to help. Here, Zong Jiu also found out. In fact, most people in the S rank are pretty good. During the first monthly exam, Zong Jiu saw that Tu Yumen''s handle was bleeding. Later, after inquiring about it, he learned from the black wizard that it was a blood sacrifice in onmyoji. . If he really drags down the class in the end, he is also willing to take up this responsibility. Black Azan and Saint Son are both good people, but unfortunately they were controlled. The black wizard is also pretty good, and the exorcist is a serious water master. This shows that there are still many well-intentioned people in the world, and one lunatic neurosis like no.1 is enough to die. Zong Jiu rubbed his temples, "This basketball game is very important, we must dive into the sinkhole." He talked about the plan briefly, and got all the suggestions from the whole class, and there were a few good suggestions in it. So they brainstormed for a long time, and finally Zong Jiu nodded in agreement. After finalizing, he took the 99th and the 77th to the office to sign up. There are faceless people sitting in the office. Seeing Zong Jiu''s third arrival in this grade, the faceless people turned their heads in unison, wringing an ardent smile on the smooth face of him, which made people horrified. "Isn''t this the monitor of Class 9? Come to Teacher Nan?" "This time I did a good job, and next time, come on, we are very optimistic about you." The other two people looked at them and felt hairy. Only the white-haired magician didn''t change his face and his heart beat. He led the two people through the crowd and walked straight to the office. On the 99th, lowered his voice, "Ninth Brother, is this the reward for good academic performance?" Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, "Yes, they will pat you on the shoulder to encourage you when you get closer, and ask you to start a small stove for you in the past. How about? Is there any motivation to learn?" Ninety-Nine: "..." No, no, no one wants to post with faceless people. He watched the white-haired young man knock on the door, hesitant to speak. At this moment, a lazy voice came from the office, "Enter." Chapter 98: first Middle school After the voice came from the office, No. 99 immediately shut up, and exchanged a zippered expression with No. 77. Naturally, there is no need to say more about the existence of that adult, no one dares to make trouble in front of him. Among so many trainees, there is really only Zong Jiu who dared to choke face-to-face with him. Fortunately, the students in Class 9 have a very tight tone. If it is revealed, who knows what the enthusiastic admirers in the grade have done? Come. "Crunch¡ª" Unexpectedly, before Zong Jiu reached out to push, the gray-black door made a light sound and was pulled open from behind. He looked up and found that besides No.1, there were a few trainees in the first class standing in the office. It was one of the night clan members who just opened the door for them. no.2 Fan Zhuo was standing at the desk with a cold expression. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. Seeing someone coming in, the gray-haired vampire didn''t say much, but kept his always cold tone, and gently nodded to the demon standing in front of the bookshelf, "Thank you for your guidance." After speaking, he turned straight and left the office with the half-vampires. As he passed by, the leader of the Ye Clan silently glanced at the white-haired youth. There was a trace of the latter''s light eyes. Now Zong Jiu has already formed an alliance with Fan Zhuo. In order to avoid the eyes and ears, both of them rely on missionary aids to deliver news when they are reviewing late at night. Because of this, Zong Jiu knew in advance why the other party appeared in the devil''s office. In terms of experience, everyone in the entire dungeon can''t compare to Fan Zhuo who has lived in an infinite loop for two years and is in a high position. Even in an infinite loop, many copies are regular, such as role-playing copies. No.2 analysis, the devil took the advanced performance card of this collective copy of npc, but npc is also divided into helpful npc and black-hand npc. Generally speaking, black-handed NPCs are rarely played by trainees, but Zong Jiu thinks of the real big boss nymph in the instance of the deserted village, but he does not rule out this possibility. But Mr. Nan¡¯s resume is very clear. The faculty and staff of No. 1 Middle School know that he is a famous teacher hired by the school from outside at a high price. He used to teach in another key high school. There are countless students under him. There are many students in the world. , Don¡¯t mention too much awesome. And the trainees can also know from the clues left by the various previous students that the No. 1 Middle School has always been like this ghost, not only before Teacher Nan arrived, it was already like this. In summary, no.1 is likely to act as a helpful npc. After all, other teachers and parents are faceless people, even if they play an npc, they must comply with the basic law. Since the devil has not become a faceless man, it is very likely that the npc he is playing has a clue that is different. Previously, a trainee who was not afraid of death asked him, and got a response from not disturbing him until he could not find a clue, and let Fan Yuefa confirm this. I said no.2, today I will pick a time to come and test it. Unexpectedly, choosing a day is worse than hitting the sun, and Zong Jiu just happened to collide with Fan Zhuo. Just looking at the current situation in the office, I''m afraid the clue in the hands of the devil is indeed not easy to take. "Click." The door was closed again, and there were only three class 9 trainees left in the office, as well as a polite teacher Nan standing in front of the bookshelf. The man was holding a book with one hand, and the black shredded hair tied with the useless hairband dropped from the side of his cheek, sparsely falling onto the pages of the book, only the golden silhouette could be seen through the gap. Maybe it''s the refraction of the glasses frame, maybe it''s the darker pupils. He didn''t look up, "What''s the matter?" The seventy-seventh and the ninety-ninth did not dare to let out the atmosphere, and said cautiously, hello, teacher, and then explained tremblingly. "Mr. Nan, I and we are here to sign up for the basketball game." "Oh?" no.1 means chuckling unclearly, "Do you know how to play basketball?" Speaking of this, the 99th has more confidence, "Yes!" The devil''s sight swept over the two of them, firmly fixed on the last white-haired young man. Since entering this room, except for the eyebrows with no.2, Zong Jiu has folded his arms at the rest of the time, showing a cold appearance as if no stranger should come near him. The man withdrew his gaze, and casually turned a page of the book in his hand. At this moment, Zong Jiu sharply saw that Immanuel Kant and the German gilded logo of Critique of Pure Reason were printed on the cover. There seems to be a copy of "The World as Will and Appearance" by Arthur Schopenhauer in the rear silhouette. It is surprising that a madman reads philosophy books, and a madman can read books. Because Mr. Nan had already said when he was in the class, there were cameras throughout the basketball game, and he was required to pass the physical appearance. So at this moment, the other two people stood still, with their backs straight, trying to show their spirit. The devil said lightly, "You two are qualified." "You stay." Everyone in the office knows who this "you" refers to. On the ninety-nine and seventy-seventh, immediately turned around, looking at Zong Jiu worried and shocked, none of them had the intention of taking steps. The entire class 9 knew that Teacher Nan and the class leader seemed to be particularly uncomfortable. Now even just selecting a basketball player can do so many things. Obviously based on the external conditions of their ninth brother, let alone the first middle school, it was invincible in the dormitory of trainees, how could it be stuck in appearance. After Zong Jiu shook his head towards them, the two jokes who were naughty in the class on weekdays turned their heads three times, reluctantly leaving with a look in their eyes for fear that the class leader would be ruined by the head teacher. The narrow room returned to silence again. The heavy book was closed, and the black-haired demon turned his head, with an unpredictable smile on his face. Zong Jiu was still ready to ask him to show his shooting posture in place, or take off his clothes and hold the teaching whip to continue the content of the human biology class, twist it with a fallacy, in short, he won''t let him sign up like this. This set of process Zong Jiu has been too familiar. So a few white edges appeared between the fingers of his arms, and he was ready to fight him again when no.1 was not ready. Unexpectedly, no.1 raised his hand lazily, and the glove fabric contrasted sharply with the black hair behind him. "Before you make a choice, I will not take any drastic actions, but wait for your answer in the most peaceful manner." Zong Jiu: "......?" Dare to love that the one they fought in the stairwell last time was a fake. Was the man who held his hand and pressed him on the iron door taken away? However, the implication of the devil''s words is very worthy of scrutiny. The bright face looks generous, but it actually implies a threat. The magician didn''t eat his suit yet, he snorted coldly, "What if I don''t agree?" "Don''t say it so absolute, it''s still a long time, I prefer to save the surprise until the last moment." no.1 shrugged, "Compared to this..." The man deliberately stretched his tone of voice, leaving enough suspense. In the dimly lit office, his dark golden pupils almost blended with the cold gold around the frame. "Why not...Shall we play a game?" play games? Zong Jiu glanced suspiciously at the devil, but unfortunately they are both masters who are good at emotional control. If you don''t want people to see it, what you can get from the expression alone will be what you want to show. For example, the current no.1 is full of interest, like a child who has received a new toy, his eyes flashing with mischievous light, cruel and childlike innocence. Say he is crazy, sometimes he is very simple. So the starting point for the purpose is to have fun and seek pleasure. Of course, this does not mean that he is no longer dangerous. "sure." For the first time, the magician smiled, "What game? If I win, what benefit can I get?" "You and the half-vampire are right. Yes, I do have the clues you want." The man''s hand slowly traced the thick spine of the book, with Ruoyouwu''s strength, "If you can give me an unexpected surprise, then I will send the clue directly. How?" Surprise? Zong Jiu remembered the surprise he had given to each other last time, a thought flashed across his brows. The first surprise was in Las Vegas. Zong Jiu used the clue of the devil''s vest to empty the glove White Wolf to reach a deal with the main system. The second surprise was that in the deserted village dungeon, Zong Jiu directly ripped off the puppet line of the demon''s control. The third surprise was when he kicked Yinma off Wangchuanhe. The fourth surprise was that he lit the coffin with a fire. ...It can be seen that the surprise of the devil is equal to the fright of ordinary people. A little more detailed, as simple as finding out who no.1 controls to be puppets, or setting up a bureau to insulate him, can be summarized in the scope of surprise. Thinking of this, Zong Jiu still doesn''t understand? His special props can easily detect who is the puppet manipulated by No.1, and a small hand can forcibly release the control. If he is a devil, he must first solve himself, and no matter how bad he is, he must figure out the conditions of the opponent''s ability. But well... even if it was a blatant temptation, he jumped. The magician''s eyes rolled, and he responded happily, "Yes. But, I have a better idea." "Oh?" The demon walked to the desk with great interest and sat down, crossing his hands. "Come and listen." Zong Jiu was thinking about it in his heart, and said slowly: "It''s better to replace the clue with a reward for npc cooperation." The white-haired young man squinted his eyes, his pupils were dim, and gleaming, like a sly fox. NPC cooperates with the request, isn''t this just letting No.1 cheat him brightly? The more interested in the man''s heart, "Yes." The difficulty of this dungeon is there, even if you don''t need a clue, you need the cooperation of an npc, it may not be so easy to break through. Besides, no.1 is also very interested in the cooperation conditions that the magician wants to propose. "However, what if you didn''t give me the surprise I wanted before the deadline for the final exam?" Zong Jiu smiled, "That''s naturally... to be handled by Jun Jun." Chapter 99: first Middle school The weather is good today, the blue sky and white clouds, and the sun shines through the clouds, adding a little bright and charming atmosphere to the gloomy No.1 Middle School on weekdays. The roster of the three groups of basketball teams has been set, including the substitutes, and each of the seven classes has three people, exactly 21 people. Twenty-one people are divided into three teams, the first team and the second team play one, the second team and the third team play one, and then the first team plays the third team again. There is no score competition, it is purely for viewing. . The school emphasized that winning or losing is not important, but looking good is the most important thing. Each of the three teams chose a captain with the best physical strength and skills. It is said that according to the school''s requirements, the two sides will try their best to create a bright moment for the captain. After all, the higher-level leaders can''t understand basketball games, at most they can understand the dazzling skills of dribbling and dunking, and they will give the first middle school a big impression in their hearts. So of course, Zong Jiu, who is the most prominent in appearance, won one of the captains and became the captain of the second team. The captain of the first team is no.2 Fanzhuo, and the captain of the third team is the no.8 black wizard. Because of the physical requirements, most of the three teams are also half-vampires. This also gives Zong Jiu and Fan Zhuo a lot of room to play, and there is no need to worry about the incomplete implementation of the plan. The only variable is the dark wizard. However, the dark wizard has always been indifferent, and looks cold and indifferent on weekdays, and is very taciturn. The evaluation given to him by no.2 is not bad. I feel that although his methods are unpredictable, he is not a purely bad person in the end. In addition, as the leaders of the two major forces, the Night Clan and the Witch Demon Society had cooperated in the infinite loop before, so the black wizard also handed it over to Fan Zhuo to communicate. Zong Jiu didn''t know how to communicate, anyway, the final result was that although the black wizard did not join the group, he also agreed that he would not get in the way. Zong Jiu is exactly like a shopkeeper. He should learn to sleep every day. On the last day, he got a secret signal, and the decision is okay, then it¡¯s okay, and it¡¯s very worry-free. After finishing the third class this morning, all the trainees went back to the dormitory to wash. In the afternoon, the leaders inspected, and the lunch break at noon was ruthlessly deprived. The trainees were required to dress neatly from the beginning of the morning, and they could leave the dormitory after being checked by the dormitory aunt. The public bathroom was crowded with people, and all the trainees taking a bath were all white flowers. The inspection by the auntie in charge is quite strict. However, if you do not arrive at the playground within the specified time, all the people who are still staying in the dormitory will have to be recorded. It is precisely because of this that everyone has worked hard to clean up for themselves, striving for a pass. Fortunately, the 101 dormitory has a separate bathroom. Zong Jiu delayed for a while, and when he returned to the dormitory, the others were taking a shower, so he held a book and sat on the bed to read and waited. When Van Zhuo came back, he was holding several brand new cloth bags in his hand. "Basketball clothes." He raised his hand and threw the two sets of basketball uniforms on the upper and lower bunks. A pale hand stretched out on the lower bunk to catch the cloth bag steadily. Zong Jiu in the upper bunk took apart the knot and found that there was a set of ordinary black and white basketball uniforms inside. After taking a shower and changing clothes, Zong Jiu stood in front of the mirror and took a look. The young man has a long body, with white hair tied into a ponytail and tied high behind his head. The whole body is still carrying water vapor that has not yet evaporated, making his brows and eyes hazy and his lips wavy. In contrast, he has slightly loose clothes and slender, white limbs. Zong Jiu walked a few steps on the spot, and found that the basketball uniform on his body was empty and dangling. "Basketball uniforms are all sizes?" "should be." Van Zhuo took off his school uniform jacket, revealing his thin waist, and gestured to the white-haired young man. The half-vampire is tall, and this suit fits him just right, the trouser legs are not even knee-length. Zong Jiu turned his head, his expression a little depressed. I don''t know whether the height of nearly two meters was born or he was abruptly elongated after he was transformed into a blood clan. In short, he was a little over 1.8 meters tall and it was really frustrating to stand in front of him. Don''t talk about no.1, even the dark wizard is a bit taller than him. It''s no wonder that the one-size-fits-all order was ordered when reporting the data, maybe the whole clothes were stretched by Van Zhuo alone. Through the reflection of the mirror, a pair of green eyes withdrew his sight nonchalantly. #### On the playground, the trainees who passed the verification were seated one by one. In order to increase the atmosphere of the basketball game, everyone was arranged to sit in a circle on the edge of the basketball court, surrounded by three layers inside and three outside. Many trainees feel chills on their backs when they think of how many living lives have been lost on the concrete floor where their buttocks are pressed. The head teacher of each class stood in front of each class''s phalanx, and tirelessly repeated the precautions needed when the leader came to inspect. "If you are asked to answer questions, no negative answers that are harmful to the school are prohibited. Actively cooperate with the leadership work. If asked about the curriculum, the No. 1 Middle School will have two physical education classes, one art class, and one music class every week. And a computer class; free activities are arranged during the break time, societies and organizations..." The main system turned on the camera in the live broadcast room, and the barrage was sighed. [Seeing this copy, I really remembered when I was in high school. At that time, a classmate in our class called the Education Bureau to report the supplementary class during the summer vacation. As a result, the supplementary class was suspended, and the classmates were also dismissed after the school started... .. Generally, the high level of the school has a kind of human relationship with there, and we can find out who is calling, and then we all make up lessons obediently] [Oh, this is too real. So did we. Back then, all the classes were obviously occupied by other teachers. Every time we inspected or interviewed, we had to tell us how rich our inter-class activities were.] [Hurry up, don¡¯t look at this side, look at the other side, there are not only beautiful magicians and even no.10 bosses taking the lead in cheerleading, I laughed to death on the spot] The trainees listened to the teacher''s training there, and the trainees preparing for the basketball game also did warm-up exercises on the playground. Domemon stood by with his head drooping, holding two colored **** in his hands. In addition to the basketball players, each class of the whole year has to draw a cheerleader. Tu Yumen''s luck is naturally doing his part, and he is forced to provoke the lead. The barrage was almost laughing crazy, taking crazy screenshots, and they all praised the onmyoji master''s twisting action for really enchanting. Zong Jiu bends down and slides down his basketball uniform, only feeling a chill in his chest. The referee blew his whistle. The first basketball game was between the first team and the third team. Zong Jiu, the captain of the second team, stood by and watched. Speaking of this, I have to say that although the black wizard usually hides himself under a large black robe, after putting on a basketball uniform, in addition to his pale skin, he is still a slim and fleshy model. It is flexible and light to run. Before long, a strange noise came from the school gate that had been sealed for a long time. The chains on the concrete were chipped away, and the high school seniors who had been waiting at the school gate immediately greeted them with smiles, nodding and bowing all the way. Many trainees looked back. As expected, the leaders who came to inspect were also faceless. After Zong Jiu took a look, he withdrew his gaze. Across most of the basketball court, he glanced at No.1 standing in front of Class 9 and felt a little settled. He and Fan Zhuo''s plan was drawn to the superintendent Tu Yumen, who was a supernatural boss. As long as it was not deliberately sabotaged, he could achieve heaven/clothes/seamlessness. During Zong Jiu''s meditation, there was a pre-rehearsed applause from the trainees'' square array. The black hole camera was aimed at the basketball court, faithfully recording the exhibition game. Not far away, the principal was full of spring breeze and explained to the leaders, "You are here at the right time. Our school happens to be hosting a basketball game today. Look, the students are watching it on the playground." It happened that the faceless cameraman was carrying the camera and interviewed several trainees at random. Although the faces of the trainees were distorted and almost spit out the overnight meal, when facing the camera, what everyone said was still exaggerated and exaggerated. The leaders are very satisfied, "Yes, the No.1 Middle School has always been our optimistic school." They collectively looked at the faceless trainees who were specially arranged at the front of each class, with surprise on their faces, "It is not easy for your school to cultivate such outstanding students so early, and to be the pillars of society in the future." " This time the appraisal was high, and the above-mentioned funding was doubled, and the smiles on the faces of the teachers leading the team couldn''t be hidden. At this moment, the referee blew his whistle to signal the end of the game between the first and third teams. The two teams gave each other a high-five, and the half-vampire showed no signs of sweating, and even gasped less. Especially no.2, the face does not change, the heart is not beat, and it is not like a player who has dunked a few times. Next is the game between the first team and the second team. "The two captains shook hands." Zong Jiu and Fan Zhuo walked to them and shook their hands. The two of them looked at each other last and walked back to back in the direction of the two teams. Under the blue sky, white clouds and bright sunshine, the red-brown basketball was thrown high. Both sides passed the ball very well first, you scored a goal, I scored a goal, it looked fierce, and the score was very tight. During the intermission, Zong Jiu walked aside, grabbed the hem of his clothes and wiped his face indiscriminately, revealing a pale waist. Although it was an exhibition match, for the sake of effect, the running and posture were really exaggerated, and he also sweated a little. Under the nourishment of the cold mineral water, the young man''s long and narrow eyebrows became more reddish, and even the lips close to his hair color had some blood. He released the development circle, lowered his head, still rolling down his drenched long hair from the cold spring water one by one to the ground. The next half is the key to the plan. In the distance, the principal had introduced the leader with him, and No.1, who played the outstanding teacher npc, also clapped and cooperated indifferently. A faceless leader happened to look over, "Why is there a student on the playground dyeing his hair?" At this time, everyone looked over there in unison. The back figure on the basketball court wore a simple black and white basketball uniform. Because of the slenderness and thinness, a large piece of clothing seemed to be left for a ride. The long white hair was **** in a hair loop, and the tip of the hair fell to the back of the waist. Following the master''s movements, it swayed, like an elf running and jumping on the grassland and falling into the mortal world. "pass it to me!" Zong Jiu reached out and motioned to his teammates to pass the ball to him. In the next second, the youth caught the ball from a distance, and easily evaded the opponent''s pursuit. After a tackle, the calf suddenly exerted force and jumped high from the ground¡ª¡ª "Boom¡ª" The dark brown basketball came out of his hand and hit the backboard accurately. In the next second, it followed the ingenious force of the throw, impartially, and fell into the basket. Three points! Looking at this scene, the leader who just wanted to be held accountable suddenly got stuck. Whether it was an exhibition match or not, the ball was scored anyway. And this whole set of movements are smooth and beautiful, so that people are reluctant to look away. [Oh oh oh oh oh! The magician mother loves you! ¡¿ [Giao, good-looking! Who would have thought that in the infinite loop, I would start to smack my face with real feelings] [I want to laugh to death, the albino patient is really victimized by the wind, and can be accidentally injured by dyed hair every time] After recovering, the school leader wiped the sweat from his forehead and immediately explained, "The gray-haired classmate is a mixed-race, as for the white-haired..." "It''s a kind of hypopigmentia." The devil squinted his eyes and interrupted him, his tone could not hear the joy or anger, "I''ve checked it myself." Chapter 100: first Middle school "Oh oh oh, yes yes yes, our teacher Nan personally checked it." The principal was worried about how to explain to the leaders. It happened that the devil handed a pillow to him, so he hurried down the stairs and said, "When Teacher Nan took over this class, he also asked this question. It was a misunderstanding, haha, It''s all a misunderstanding." If this little episode makes the leaders have a bad impression of the school, then that is the biggest problem. The school leaders of No. 1 Middle School stared nervously at the few faceless men. After the latter nodded and exposed, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. But it was also at this time that something happened suddenly! Suddenly, a semi-vampire trainee fell into the air from under the basket, tilted his head to the side, and couldn''t get up on the spot, causing a commotion. The trainees who were playing basketball reacted very quickly. They immediately stopped their movements and gathered in the middle. The referee blew his whistle and walked over with the roster, "What''s the matter?" Ninety-nine squatted aside, put one hand under the trainee¡¯s nose, and then put his ear to the other¡¯s heart. He was shocked, "Teacher, he has no breath and heartbeat!" As soon as this statement was made, other basketball team members were in an uproar. Because there is a distance between the center and the edge of the basketball court, the students in other classes didn''t know what was going on, and looked at each other. Only the barrage closed the camera, and it happened to watch the whole process, but their reaction was the same as that of the trainees of the basketball team. They were all embarrassed. ¡¾what? What the **** is this? died? ? ¡¿ [There is a saying, one sentence with a medical skill, the height fell down, and the back of the head fell on the ground, it is indeed possible to die on the spot, but this is too awkward] [Isn¡¯t it? Why did you die if you didn¡¯t fall? I''m dumbfounded, who of you sees what happened just now] [I didn¡¯t pay attention, it was just that the magician jumped up and wanted to slam dunk. This trainee went to grab the ball with No.2, but then it seemed that he was accidentally hit by two people, so he fell from the air... .. At this height, I won¡¯t lose my breath when I fall down, I¡¯m frightened. jpg] Far away, the school leaders who were about to inspect the next area also noticed the abnormality here. The referee gave everyone a fierce look, and a sullen expression appeared on his flat face, "Shut up and stand up for me." The trainees of the two basketball teams looked at each other and stood up. After everyone stood up, the referee squatted neatly, pretended to lift up the "corpse" on the ground without heartbeat and breathing, and shouted, "School doctor, where is the school doctor? This student seems to be abrupt. I got cramps and heatstroke, so I quickly moved people to a cool place to rest and rest." This ability to reverse black and white is not uncommon. Today is a big day for leaders to inspect, and on weekdays, there are really dead individuals, and the No. 1 Middle School doesn''t care much. But today, under special circumstances, such a situation can never happen. The referee knows the school''s strict regulations and makes a decisive decision, disguised as a coma before talking. But no matter how cautious it is, the commotion still attracted the attention of the leaders. The leader of the faceless man who took the lead came over, "What the **** is going on?" Their gaze shifted to the photographer who had been leaning on the playground just now, holding the camera to shoot. The latter slowed down the camera movement by a factor of 0.5 and lifted it up. The situation of Fangcai is shown on the small screen. The white-haired young man who was still dribbling the ball just now flashed again, his sneakers stepped on the cold painted ground, the white hair flicked behind his head, and his eyes were sharp. With a basketball in his hand, he easily passed the players in front of him in three or two strokes. He turned sharply, his arms flickered and made a fake move. In fact, he slightly bent his knees and arched his back, very explosively. Bounced out and jumped into the air, only one step away from the basket. During this period, Fan Zhuo stretched out his hand to catch the ball, and the other half-vampire also jumped, flanking left and right, and the scene was extremely thrilling for a while. "ßÑ¡ª" With his amazing jumping ability, the leader of the Night Race easily intercepted the ball from mid-air. I don''t know why, maybe the parabola of the jump is the same, and all three of them jumped in the middle. Another team of half vampires was hit by Van Zhuo by accident. It just so happened that at the moment the basketball was intercepted, Zong Jiu also reached out and tried to stop. As a result, no one expected that the impulse of the two men collided together, but it spread to another innocent half-vampire, causing him to fall directly from the air, and the back of his head fell unluckily to the hard concrete floor. This trick is not arranged in the script. Many onlookers were not aware of the situation and thought it was a sudden injury. Only the barrage knew the truth. [Sorry, I¡¯m the medically skilled survivor just now. I didn¡¯t notice that this is a half-vampire just now. I withdrew the foreword. When I didn¡¯t say it, hold my fist. jpg] [I was frightened at first, but now I feel that it¡¯s a real pull... the one who fell is a half-vampire, and will die if he hits the head, so the night clan doesn¡¯t need to be mixed up] [The half-vampire has no breath or heartbeat. I cracked it. What kind of medicine do they sell in the gourd? ¡¿ [Wait, I remember now, do you remember when Class 9 said in the class that you must dive into the sinking pond for this basketball game? ¡¿ The bullet screen mentioned this, and other survivors who squatted in the live broadcast room to watch the live broadcast also remembered. The live broadcast room of Class 9 is the live broadcast room with the largest number of active people on weekdays. The last time they discussed the plan in the classroom, everyone was in a crowd. Although the camera of the No. . [Think about it, the sinking corpse pool is guarded every day, how to get in is the most convenient... isn''t it just a dead person! ¡¿ Everyone suddenly realized. At first, everyone guessed whether Class 9 wanted to sneak in when all the faculty members of the basketball game gathered in the playground, but they didn''t expect them to directly use the smartest trick. The sinking pool was used by the No. 1 Middle School to destroy the corpses. It is said that the smelly ditch around the playground leads to it and is the final destination of the executed students. Before, everyone thought about sneaking in. In fact, after another thought, as long as the corpse would be pulled in for processing, why not just let a "corpse" sneak in? After being embraced for the first time, the semi-vampire had no breath or heartbeat, and looked no different from a corpse. "This...it''s a basketball game. It''s normal to get injured. It''s normal." The dean of education immediately came out to finish the game, with a big smile on his face. Only No.1 stood in place, after watching the video just now, turned to look at the white-haired young man not far away with a smile. Zong Jiu constricted his eyes, looked at his nose and nose, with a worried expression, and played the role of an innocent perpetrator who accidentally knocked down his classmate in a basketball accident. The First Middle School cannot punish No. 2 and Magician, two top students who only rank behind the Faceless Practitioners. The dean didn''t even ask about the half-vampire''s injuries, but nervously turned around and asked if the two of them were injured. The school doctor in a white coat came soon. I don''t know where these school doctors came from. Anyway, the No. 1 Middle School doesn''t even have a school doctor''s room on weekdays, but now they are carried away directly on a stretcher. On the ninety-nine, he received the eyes of the two captains, and he understood them. After the stretcher was gone, he slipped to the toilet as a substitute. This matter was resolved without risk. In order to cover up and the instructor to change the subject, the referee immediately announced the start of the game again. Zong Jiu squatted down to tie his shoelaces and shook hands with Fan Zhuo again, who nodded with him insignificantly. The basketball was thrown up again. #### On the surface of the ninety-nine, he was walking toward the toilet, but in fact he kept sticking to the outside of the toilet on the first floor, listening carefully to the surrounding movement. Fan Zhuo and Zong Jiu made a careful plan, provided technical support by Tu Yumen, and gave them two communication symbols. One on the half-vampire who pretended to be dead, and one on the ninety-nine. With this talisman, Ninety-Nine could hear the movement of the half-vampire. He squatted here in peace. Sure enough, it didn''t take long for the school doctor who was carrying the stretcher to return. Those school doctors were originally teaching assistants, and this school didn''t care about the life and death of students at all. When it was discovered that a student had an accident, the first reaction was to suppress the matter first and destroy the corpse. "It seems to be really out of breath..." "Throw it to the sinking pool, your heartbeat is gone, anyway, it''s a poor student, it doesn''t matter if you live or die." As they said this, they hurried downstairs and transported the stretcher to the iron gate. "Watch it, new, just throw it away." "This year''s nutrients are not bad, and the biogas production is good, and the hot water for bathing in winter is warmer than usual." "That''s not it, three classes have died, and it''s fermented a bit. It''s still enough, and it''s much more comfortable than in previous years." During the conversation, there was a sound of rustling unlocking. Not long ago, no.10 visited here for field trips and made a few seals. The final conclusion is that there are indeed no evil spirits formed in this school. But this does not mean that the grievances are not serious, just the iron gate near the sinking pool can feel the gloomy cold. Now that the teaching assistants talked, I realized that the entire No.1 Middle School''s power supply and heating, and even hot water lighting... all came from the biogas deposited in the sinking pond. Because corpses, rotting leaves, and human feces are all excellent materials for the production of biogas. Ninety-Nine only felt a sigh of relief in his chest, which made him want to vomit. It is said to be a corpse tank, but it is actually a huge biogas tank, a septic tank. They live on the support of the corpse every day. #### On the ninety-nine, there was a great harvest, and Zong Jiu also had a new trend. It''s just that this trend is not necessarily so exciting. After the first team and the second team have played, it is the second team and the third team. After resting for a quarter of an hour, the captains of the two teams shook hands with each other. The dark wizard''s hands were slender and vigorous, but they were too skinny, with distinct joints, as if they were only wrapped in a layer of skin. When Zong Jiu shook hands with him, he only felt a bit of coldness. For a moment, Zong Jiuming realized something. The moment he crossed the line to shoot, his fingers swept across diagonally upwards. Sure enough, he touched a few cold steel wires. Chapter 101: first Middle school (Anti-theft has been replaced) Ninety-nine was still squatting in the bathroom, carefully avoiding the blind corners of the all-pervasive monitor, and putting the communication symbol next to his ear. Something happened just now. According to the arrangement they had planned before, it was definitely impossible for this dedicated half-vampire to be thrown into the sinkhole. Therefore, according to the development of the script, when the half-vampire was carried into the sinkhole and was about to be thrown down, he had to arrange a wave of sudden resurrection. As Fan Zhuo''s subordinate, under the circumstance of bloodline suppression, the semi-vampire is absolutely loyal, and there is no possibility of any rebellious behavior. Even if violent like Anthony, it''s not the same as just obediently obedient. So the half-vampire acted faithfully in accordance with the script, and was carried behind the iron gate on a stretcher by the assistant teacher and performed a resurrection Dafa on the spot. The faceless assistants were all taken aback by the suddenly resurrected corpse. The final result was the same as they had speculated in advance. No matter how ignorant of life, the Faceless Man would not throw a big living person directly into the sinking pond as fertilizer, so after a while, the half-vampire was killed. They threw it out. On the 99th, he was picked up in the bathroom long ago, and when he came out, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. "How?" Two people huddled in the corner. "No, there is a problem in there. It doesn''t lead directly to the sinking pond. There is an aisle behind the iron gate, and there are several other doors on both sides of the aisle." The half-vampire said cautiously, "But I have already put the paper goddess given by Tu Yumen, it is dark and there is no one on the weekdays, and the paper gods should be able to move freely." The paper **** is a masterpiece of Onmyoji. Relying on this trick on weekdays, although he is a free man like an exorcist, people from all major forces who come to him to form a team are still in an endless stream. After all, this trick is harmless and harmless. Pollution is simply a magical skill of scouts. "it is good." Nodding on the ninety-nine, "Then let''s go back quickly." #### At this time on the basketball court, the ball game has reached a white-hot stage. No one cares about the exhibition match that I mentioned earlier. From the time when the black wizard deliberately intercepted Zong Jiu''s ball, and from the time when Zong Jiu touched the opponent''s head that was definitely more than one puppet line, the situation between the two sides became dire and heated. Gradually, the barrage saw some doorways. [Good guys, where is the exhibition game required by the school? This is the NBA scene.] [I was stunned. There was a barrage saying that no.2 and no.8 and magicians have formed an alliance before, why are you playing on the basketball court now?] [I''m calling the good guy, the plot has gone from the horror copy to the slam dunk] Not to mention the barrage. Although they were forced to sit next to them, almost all the trainees who were silently reviewing in their hearts also saw that something was wrong. They were all dumbfounded and dumbfounded. "What''s the situation...Does the magician have a holiday with no.8?" "That''s not enough. If there are really rumors of something wrong, how could they live in 101 together in peace. Besides, I haven''t heard of it before." "But look at this--" The trainee pointed to the field, and forced him in a low voice, "Does this seem to be walking?" Turned and walked past people, fake moves, passing the ball, rushing to stop the ball, blocking shots... a small red-brown basketball was thrown around the court, and the white-haired young man jumped into the air for a while, bowed his waist. Cut it off; after a while, he was stopped by the ghostly figure of the dark wizard, drawing an arc. Occasionally, when the light-colored pupils and the dark green pupils of the dark wizard look at each other, even if they are far away, they can feel a surging fighting spirit. On the basketball court, except for the captains of both teams, the other players seem to have become irrelevant and transparent people, watching the developments on the court in surprise and wondering what to do. A 5V5 basketball game, abruptly played a single solo duel. Zong Jiu reflected on his own intentions in his heart. Because the black wizard was not a puppet of No.1 when he was playing the King''s game, he later took it lightly and didn''t doubt it at all. ......But think about it carefully, to be reasonable, the tarot card is only one opportunity for divination a day, and normal people will not try it again after testing it once, otherwise, a suspicious person like Zong Jiu, give him A hundred times a day is not enough. After all, the most important thing is who can think of it? In such a short period of time, Tangtang No.8 was so controlled by the devil, it was still deeply controlled, unconsciously, and it was creepy. And now it seems that no.1 has no meaning to cover up. On the other side of the playground, a man in a suit and leather shoes was still standing in place. Zong Jiu could clearly feel the other person falling on his back, making him feel uncomfortable and produce bursts of dangerous eyes with a stress response. In the front, the black wizard''s lower jaw was thin and thin in the sunlight, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the inconspicuous dark gold was slowly oozing from the depths of his eyes. Zong Jiu sneered in his heart. Good guy, I was watching the show, and the puppet came up to fight the ring, dare to love this errand is beautiful enough. The white-haired young man bends down slightly and stares at the backboard in front, like a wild wolf ready to go. He originally wanted to take the opportunity to unplug the puppet line, but he did not expect that no.8 had amazing physical strength. Although he was a delicate and frail mage, his physical enhancement did not fall. He easily jumped three feet high on the spot and made a three-pointer. Slam dunk in every way. Fan Zhuo, who had just finished the game, stood by and frowned deeply. The half-vampire standing beside him whispered, "His Royal Highness, no. 8 is not a promise that we will cooperate..." "Just don''t get in the way." The leader of the Ye Clan shook his head insignificantly, and glanced at the trainee sitting on the ground on the other side. So far, after No. 2 revealed that he wanted to make this collective copy as much as possible to survive, many classes throughout the year have stood in teams. Frightened by the name of no.2, no one dared to object in the face of it. Even the arrogant and domineering squad leader of the fifth squad is the same, it is nothing more than a violation of the yang and the yin, privately engaging in small actions. But Fan Zhuo understood that the appeal brought by the Night Clan was far from enough to offset the high pressure brought by this copy. When life is a problem, no one will think about the issue of offending and not being guilty. It must be to save one''s life first. It is for this reason that the scene where the first cooperation fails. Before becoming No.2, Fan Zhuo was still a qualified leader, knowing how to choose the pros and cons and maximize the benefits. The dark wizard has always been a low-key and mysterious person, including his witch club. His reputation in the infinite loop is not as good as Messiah, but not as treacherous and perverse as Zhugean, and it is not as malicious as the devil. In short, as long as you don''t directly intervene, you can open one eye and close the other. After all, the plan has been reached. Just like now, all the trainees have their own thoughts, but the surface is still calm, that''s enough. #### The game is over. The leaders who came to inspect were escorted into the car under the applause of the whole school''s trainees. The high school gate was closed once again, and the chains that were thick with arms were cemented together. In just a few days, the number of faceless trainees has increased again. Among them, the classes that advocate isolation and pressure are the most effective. Now everyone knows that the transformation of the Faceless Man in this environment can be called ignorance and unconsciousness, and even the trainees themselves may not even feel it. Because this mechanically repeating the process of learning, learning, and re-learning, the process of accepting the world¡¯s distorted concepts, baptism and domination, is essentially not much different from MLM/Sale. The most terrifying thing is not to kill a person, but to destroy him from the heart of a person. Compared with the human body, the human heart, which is protected inside the chest cavity, is more fragile. The trainee who had been forced to sit by the playground for an afternoon was finally liberated and returned to the classroom to review with an anxious step. Zong Jiu threw the ball and stayed in the playground first, patiently waiting for the 99th and the half vampire to report the situation with Fanzhuo Tuyumen. After listening, Domemon said conservatively: "It will take about three days for the paper **** to figure out what''s going on inside." On weekdays, the location of the sinking corpse pool is remote and guarded and tightly guarded. Fortunately, now I finally found a little gap during the inspection by the superiors, so that the teaching assistants were in a mess. As long as they can put the paper gods of the Tuyumen in, they only need to wait for the results of the exploration. "Okay, let''s talk about the news." Everyone nodded, expressing their understanding. After the meeting was over, Zong Jiu hurriedly walked in the direction of the dormitory. He was holding a deep feeling of unhappiness in his heart now, and he needed to vent it urgently. Fortunately, Zong Jiu was really lucky. He just turned a corner and found the target that aroused his anger in the corridor. At this moment, after taking a shower in the morning, the trainees are unwilling to waste any more time. Almost none of them went to the classroom without landing. Only a few trainees chose to return to the dormitory. The white hallway of the dormitory was empty, only the rope hanging from the ceiling of the hall at the end was still shaking, making people''s scalp numb. The black wizard stood in the dark of the stairs, raised a hand imaginarily, and replaced his body with the mysterious black robe and hood. Zong Jiu chuckled twice, and put down the Demon Orientation Tarot card in his hand that represented that the opponent had already been completely controlled, and the poker broke through the air relentlessly and rushed away. His movements are very fast. In terms of physical skills, although the dark wizard has strengthened his physical stamina, his fighting skills are indeed far behind. It is incomparable with the actual combat experience of Zong Jiu, who has spent money to withstand the guidance of world-class fighting experts in his previous life. They fought in a dark place under the stairs. You punched me and kicked. There is no surveillance here, and even the light is very dim. Even if the auntie is here, she can¡¯t find it unless she walks in. I don''t know why, the other party didn''t even intend to use black magic, and the last one was pressed against the wall by Zong Jiu without notice. The half of his face exposed under his hood was indifferent and delicate. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and sneered, "How is it, is it pleasant enough, no.1?" To avoid the other party''s shame, the magician specially moved his hand to the top of the black wizard''s head, preparing to see something wrong, and if he didn''t agree with him, he would make a brace and pull the puppet line twice. In the shadow, a white glove was slowly raised. The voice of a smile that was not a smile rang from the shadows, intimately pressing the ears of the white-haired youth, "Oh, surprise?" Chapter 102: first Middle school Zong Jiu was quite upset. He likes the feeling of putting everything under his control, but with such a variable as the Dark Wizard, the most terrifying thing is that Zong Jiu himself hasn''t noticed it at all. What''s more, looking at the situation of the dark wizard, Zhuge has reached "complete control" secretly. So in the past two months, he and the devil himself were under the same roof, eating and living together, and the other party even handed him a quilt cover and pillowcase when he first started making the bed. Once Zong Jiu forgot to take a towel in a bath, and shouted outside, even the black wizard reached out and handed it in for him. Not to mention that they are still sleeping on the upper and lower bunks of the same bed. This is not scary enough, so what can be called a scary? Thinking of this, Zong Jiu''s mood was ups and downs. So he intends to respond directly to no.1 with a surprise that the puppet line is torn off online. however...... The white gloved hand slowly emerged from the shadow of the stairwell. In the dim and cold light, this color was extremely conspicuous. The cold hand lifted the young man''s white hair, and the low and smiling voice seemed to be close to his ears, appearing like a ghost in the narrow atmosphere, erratic. Zong Jiu''s pupils shrank suddenly, but found that he couldn''t stand back. It''s not that No.1 used the puppet line to stop him, but the location where they stood was not good. The stairs were originally the triangular shadows under the stairs from the first floor to the second floor of the dormitory. There is only a very narrow section of the stairs themselves. When Zong Jiu was fighting with the Black Wizard at the beginning, the two people fought purely with physical strength. You kicked me and I punched. In this narrow space, I can¡¯t fight each other. The playing cards fly to different places. The corners of the wall were immersed in the wall tiles, and several pieces of porcelain were cut torn apart and hung precariously on the white-faced wall. Finally, Zong Jiu pressed the black wizard to the wall, but he didn''t expect the devil to step on the shadow directly and give him a front and back flanking attack. In front of Zong Jiu was the indifferent and pale face of the black wizard, and his dark green eyes were half covered by the hood, revealing deep eye sockets. Behind him was the demon''s cold temperature, and the tie knotted rough rubbing on the back of his neck. In this situation, Zong Jiu made a decisive decision, and the hand placed on the top of the black wizard''s head immediately began to move, swept it over, trying to take the opportunity to pull out the few puppet threads. What he didn''t expect was that he tossed for a while, his hand firmly grasped five invisible puppet threads, but no matter how hard his wrist was, he still... couldn''t pull it out? ? ! "Oh... so you are in contact with silk thread like this." The devil watched his movements in time, and after watching for a while, even lazily put his hands around the opponent''s shoulders, and put them on the magician''s hands. The glove fabric and the young man''s slender hand overlapped, and the nerve endings aroused reflex shivering when encountering danger. The black-haired man followed Zong Jiu''s strength badly, and the two of them grabbed the puppet line on the black wizard''s head and pulled out, pretending to be surprised, "Eh, what''s going on, why can''t I pull it out?" Zong Jiu: "..." Damn, just pretend, but you can pretend to be true. Now, what does Zong Jiu still do not understand? When he was in the dungeon of the deserted village, he gave No.1 a big surprise with his unexpected disconnection technology. Maybe he improved his puppet thread formula after returning to the dormitory, which was strong enough. Another wave of reinforcement came to the piano line, waiting for the prey to take the bait obediently. "Not." As if he could guess what the magician thought, the devil showed a smile. "Depth control cannot be lifted by any means." He whispered over his ears and whispered, his voice was sticky and ambiguous, his fingers still clasped the hands of the white-haired young man, seemingly inadvertently provoking the cold silk threads that matched his body temperature in mid-air. "This secret, I only tell you." No.1 was posted so close, or flanked back and forth, Zong Jiu felt that it was extremely uncomfortable to be trapped in the middle. But since the other party didn''t have a murderous intent or intent to kill, even the black wizard just looked at him quietly, without moving. Who can''t make a play every time? The youth''s voice was cold, "Then your surprise game, should you pass it next?" "Ok--" The man stretched his voice, "It''s not impossible, after all..." He squinted his eyes: "It is indeed a big, quite unexpected surprise." Zong Jiu frowned. He keenly realized that the "surprise" in the mouth of the devil and the "surprise" he realized were not the same thing. "Speak well, don''t be so close to me." Just when Zong Jiu was about to push no.1 back with one elbow, an unusual sound suddenly came from the end of the corridor. "What? Are there students fighting illegally?" The gloomy female voice rang in the far hall, echoing layer by layer along the corridor, slowly drifting over. Immediately afterwards, there was a resounding sound of something coming off the wall in the distance. There was a rush of footsteps in the empty room, step by step towards this side from far to near. During the period, there was a gliding sound of something dragging on the cold tile, which made people numb in a strange way. Auntie Suguan is here! Zong Jiu''s pupils shrank. Every time the dormitory inspects, he drags a barbed iron rod. As long as there is a trainee who violates the rules of the dormitory, he will go down with a stick, the skin will be broken, and the blood will fly. In the past, there were conflicts between the top students and the poor students in several classes. On the second floor of the dormitory, the conflict escalated and became a group. After being caught upright by the dormitory, the mace hit everyone on the back, and it was **** and bloody. It took several days to get out of bed after lying on the bed. The magician glanced silently at the bottom of the stairs. There were a few playing cards lying on the ground not far away. Deep scratches were left on the tiles and in the cement ash. The floor tiles also cracked in the middle with many cracks. At first glance, it was the wreckage after the war. If this is caught, it will not only damage public facilities, but also fight in private. A severe beating is absolutely indispensable. Zong Jiu thought so, raising his hand was like climbing from the side of the stairs to the second floor, and drove away first. "Where are you going?" What I did not expect was that when he reached out his hand to hang himself on the railing, the demon standing behind him suddenly reached out his hand to clasp his waist, directly stopped his pull-up trend, and pulled it back again. In the narrow range of sandwich biscuits. Zong Jiu: "..." Zong Jiu: "The old guard is coming, won''t you run?" Not only is it coming, he can already hear the sound of footsteps from far and near, and it is only a short distance of a few meters from the stairwell. Is it possible that a devil also intends to explain how I, as Teacher Nan, failed to sneak into the student dormitory? The man smirked twice, shaking tightly against his chest. He wrapped his arm around the neck of the white-haired young man, casually placed his head on the magician''s shoulders, and lightly sniffed the cold, unchanging breath of the other person''s body for thousands of years. Feeling the close breath, Zong Jiu froze, but was forced to endure the situation. He was pressed against the black robe on the chest of the black wizard, and his pale arm also protruded from the heavy robe, firmly tightening the magician''s hand. "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk." The sound of footsteps is close at hand. no.1 Lower your voice and whisper against the pinna of the young man. "You gave me such a big surprise, how am I willing to let you be punished." A pale face without facial features appeared slowly from the corner. When the wind hit, the dormitory in work clothes dragged the mace and slowly appeared. The black blood on the stick that had dried up soon refracted the sky into a scarlet color. "who is it?" She walked slowly around the place where the sound came from, and saw the playing cards on the ground from a distance. I don''t know if it was dazzling, just after she walked quickly over, all the white-sided poker cards lying on the ground suddenly disappeared one by one. But the playing cards have disappeared, but the cracks in the floor tiles on the ground still remain. The auntie the supervisor paused, and then became furious, "Who did this?!" She dragged the spike steel rod to walk around the area, turned on the flashlight in her hand, and took a picture of the shadowed place under the stairs. Zong Jiu felt light shining from behind. Unexpectedly, the light did not stay, but went straight through the three people under the stairs, reflecting the snow white wall in front of him. The magician reluctantly turned his head to the side, only to see a hazy black mist behind no.1, blocking this piece of land. Aunt Suguan turned on the flashlight but couldn''t see anyone. The suspicious expression on her face became heavier and heavier. After watching this circle, she went to the public bathroom next to her. After she left, Zong Jiu secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and his tight body relaxed slightly. But this does not mean that the devil let him go. The extremely cold fingertips slid along the magician''s beautiful neck line, and the tip of the nose almost reached behind the left ear of the white-haired young man. The playing cards picked up by the puppet silk from the ground were put back into the magician''s trouser pocket. "Don''t move, she might turn around and take a look." Sure enough, after no abnormalities were found in the bathroom and toilet, the dormitory pipe turned around again, and carefully searched the carpet behind the stairs. There are not many people in the dormitory now. If the other party always chooses to stand still, Zong Jiu can be caught right away as long as he walks out of the shadow of the demon shelter. If it weren''t for this, he wouldn''t have pinched his nose and aggrieved himself to stay here and stick to the devil. In the dark corner where the light swept back and forth, the man embraced each other with one hand, bent over and put his chin on the magician''s shoulder, looking from the side, like a pair of intimate lovers. The devil licked his mouth, and he was in a good mood, "I got some interesting news from no.2 a few days ago. Unfortunately, he was too cautious and it was difficult to achieve deep control, but it was a little difficult to implant a puppet silk. In order not to arouse suspicion, I withdrew the puppet thread." Zong Jiu''s eyes darkened, he remembered what Zhuge had said secretly. The first puppet line represents the read memory. "But... this made me discover an unexpected surprise." no.1 Slowly stroked the slender neck of the white-haired young man. Behind the glove, the aorta is beating steadily, shining with a charming breath of life. "I guess you are not from this world, are you?" Chapter 103: first Middle school no.1 buried the chess piece of the black wizard. Even if it is a demon who has done an unknown transaction with the main system, it is still quite difficult to in-depth manipulation of an S-class planting five puppet lines in such a short period of time. But the Dark Wizard was different, the devil controlled him almost effortlessly. No one would have thought that the leader of the famous witchcraft would be a fanatical admirer of demons. The reason is that the S-level copy that the black wizard got from the wizard back then happened to be one of the copies broken by the devil. Perhaps because the past experience left a seed, coupled with the [characteristics] of the puppet thread, the next puppet thread implantation was exceptionally smooth, and it completely became the puppet in no.1''s hand. Unless the devil suddenly wants to remove the puppet line one day, no foreign objects can interfere with this. After controlling the black wizard, no.1 began to manipulate no.8 to investigate the whereabouts of no.2. It is a pity that Fan Zhuo knows about his abilities, and like no.3 Zhuge An, he has taken precautions as early as no.3. He specially spent a lot of money to purchase precious spiritual props from the hands of other survivors. The defense is one day. However, no.1, with its supernatural powers, still had a puppet thread inserted into it. Although only a few seconds, it was enough for him to get the information he wanted from the opponent''s mind. The devil was very curious about Zong Jiu. When I was in the top dormitory of the trainee dormitory that day, no.2 said that he had a marriage contract with him, indicating that they were old acquaintances, and the devil became curious. Or earlier, when he chose to manipulate Sheng Yu, he stared at the white-haired magician. The magician looks indifferent and indifferent in appearance, but in fact there is no less madness in his bones. It was a feeling of smelling the same kind, which made the devil find it very funny. But it''s not enough, similar, but completely different, even contrary. There is a chain on the magician''s body. Obviously ignores the rules, has no emotions, lacks human morality, and likes to pursue excitement; but when he is about to cross the boundary, he tends to converge, and even turns his attention to the weak, disguising himself as an ordinary person. Who put the chain on him? The devil was not only curious, but also wanted to break the chain eagerly to release the beast imprisoned behind him. Then, he saw the memory of Fan Zhuo. Perhaps because it was too long ago, those memories seemed a little fuzzy, with unclear tones. Fan Zhuo''s identity in the real world is a Chinese-Russian hybrid, the power of the seven oligarchs, and his identity is prominent. The nickname of the fighting nation is not for nothing. The heirs of the big family have been thrown into the wilderness to survive in the wilderness since they were young. The reputation is that they can escape perfectly even if they encounter dangerous kidnapping. When Van Zhuo was seven years old, he experienced such an experience. Coincidentally, several other families also threw their younger generation to the wilderness training ground, among them Zong Jiu. It''s just that Zong Jiu in Fan Zhuo''s memory was wearing a little girl''s floral dress, soft as if he could fall down when the wind blows, and he couldn''t even carry a gun. Children from other families see his appearance of albinism differently, and often bully him, he will only cry with open eyes and cry. But later, he hugged Fan Zhuo''s thigh and successfully returned to the helicopter camp with this thigh. Fan Zhuo actually never met Zong Jiu when he was a child, because he was very busy, very busy, and he was busy turning the top 24 hours a day. Later, a few times when his elders brought Zong Jiu to visit his house, he was allowed halfway. Suspension of classes to accompany the guests to play. The reason why he helped Zong Jiu in the first place was simple, because his education had a gentleman''s etiquette. Van Zhuo mistakenly thought that Zong Jiu wearing a skirt was a girl, so in the spirit of a gentleman, he led him through the wilderness to survive. These memories are between the ages of seven and ten, and apart from a month of survival in the wilderness, they have very little time to meet each other. Afterwards, only the family had an accident. After Fan Zhuo took charge of the family''s giant ship, he occasionally heard his personal assistant say that the white-haired young master of the other family urged him to fulfill the marriage contract, but it was also a minority. The demon retracted the puppet thread thoughtfully. He is almost 100% sure that the "Zong Nine" in the memory of No. 2 and the magician today are by no means the same person. It''s not just the look and temperament, nor the no. 1 Seeing that the "Zong Jiu" would only cry when in danger, and even deliberately pretend to be a female, showing that he had ulterior motives and wanted to climb Gaozhi mentality since he was a child. It''s intuition. The devil will not admit his enemy by mistake. But... this is a huge gain. The man licked his lips, the dark golden pupils gleamed with inexplicable dark light. The breath leaning against the auricle was cold, as cold as it was about to drag people down the ice hell. "Which world are you from? Huh? Super S Grade dungeon?" After hearing the words of no.1, Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, but he didn''t look surprised. This is not the first time that he has been spotted. It was Zhuge An before, but now it is a demon. In the future, even if Fan Zhuo recognizes that he is not the original owner, Zong Jiu will not be surprised. Because even if they guessed that he was not a person in this world, I am afraid they would only guess from the S-level or super-S-level dungeon like Zhuge An and the devil. Unless the devil pierces the puppet silk into his head, no one can guess that Zong Jiu not only comes from a peaceful real world, and everything that happens in this infinite loop is just a book there. no.1 buckled him from behind, really hanging himself on humans like a lazy demon, guessing with interest. The dark wizard leaned against the wall quietly. Although he was completely manipulated, this puppet was obviously more suitable for his quiet and silent character than the demon deity. Only when those green eyes were also close to the magician''s face, and the slightest expression on his face was not let go, could he glimpse his already-exposed nature. "No wonder you can touch my line, you are not from this world." no.1 chuckled lightly, his voice filled with lingering joy, "Too much like...I really like you more and more." Zong Jiu directly ignored the words behind the lunatic, and directly captured the key message in his words, "Like? Are you not a person in this world?" The devil is obviously in a good mood, and he is willing to spend time on things that interest him. He played with the slender knuckles of the white-haired magician with one hand, and clasped the other''s waist hidden in the blue and white school uniform with one hand, and casually explained, "Yes." "It''s a pity that the native world is too boring." Speaking of this, the man looked sad, "I didn''t let me play for long, just bang." His white-gloved fingers gathered Zong Jiu''s palm in a timely manner, and then suddenly unfolded, his dark golden eyes flashed with mischievous excitement. "Like this, it was broken by me." "No way, I can''t find any fun toys, so I came here." The devil spread his hands and said with a smile: "How fun here, don''t you think so too?" The magician did not speak, but coldly moved his hand away and left without looking back. #### After the basketball game, No.1 Middle School continued to get on the right track of its schedule. There is only less than a month before the second monthly exam. Faced with a high score of 800 points, no trainee dared to relax. Weekly exams followed again and again. In the first weekly exam, none of the classes in the whole grade met the standard. At 3 o''clock in the morning, the monitor of Class 2 smiled bitterly, "If I can really survive these hundred and twenty days, I don''t want to see derivative conic curves and series of numbers in my entire life." The monitor of the sixth class in the upper bunk lifted his head from the book, glanced at the lights on the beds in the dormitory, and silently added, "I don¡¯t want to see the theory of relativity, quantum theory, and momentum anymore. This is not done by humans. Olympiad questions." In such an extremely tense and oppressive environment, the conversion rate of faceless trainees has greatly increased. Everyone¡¯s daily routine is to get up, wash, read morning, go to class, study questions, take a bath, and sleep. Like a machine with a preset program, he repeats this process numbly, trying to stuff more things into his mind without interruption. The atmosphere in each class is very tight, but in this case, the mastery of knowledge becomes even more difficult. Starting after the midterm exam, all classes seem to be divided into different levels. The teacher will only follow the top students who can understand, and will not care whether the poor students can understand. Faceless teachers tend to favor top students in class, and even start to engage in Olympics after class, openly making a small focus. The trainees with good academic performance can learn better by listening to the high content; while the poor students are caught in an embarrassing situation where they can¡¯t understand in class and can¡¯t do their homework. In addition, in many classes, the top students play with the top students, and the poor students and poor students play in groups, resulting in the lack of knowledge between the two parties. If the top students in the class do not help explain the wrong questions to the poor students, then the poor students will hardly have any source of knowledge input. After all, the reason why poor students are poor students is naturally a trainee who cannot understand the teaching aids by one person alone. If this continues, it will be a vicious circle. In the beginning, the top students sacrificed their time to help the poor students for the collective benefit and in order to survive the whole class. However, after the mid-term exams expired, the top students in Baotuan hardly did so. Because they have discovered the best way to improve collective interests. Regardless of those poor students, sarcasm, isolate them, but can promote the chance of them becoming faceless. Many poor students couldn''t learn because of learning, and under the pressure of all parties, they were cold-eyed. In the end, they couldn''t hold on to collapse, gave up on themselves, and became faceless overnight. Among them, Class 5 is the leader of this kind of campus cold violence. Almost all of the 404 dormitory where there was a faceless trainee was transformed into a faceless man. Except for Liang Mingde, who discovered the faceless man, the top students in Class 5 were all putting pressure on him. Nearly a dozen people in their class have been transformed into faceless trainees. With so many people pulling points, all of a sudden, the scores of Class 5 were pulled from the midstream to the top. If this trend continues, there is no doubt that it will become the first class to pass the line. Sure enough, in the second weekly exam, Class 5 had crossed the eight-hundred-point line, even more than 40-50. On the other hand, the original first squad is now the second squad. With all the strength of feeding, it is still a bit short of the eight-hundred-point line. During this period of time, the small group of Class 5 didn''t even mention how brave it was, and exulted. Gradually, Class 6 and Class 2, which have always remained neutral, also learned from Class 5, and began to put pressure on the poor students in the class. Even the first class, because of too much pressure, ushered in their first faceless trainee. There are only nine classes, faithfully keeping the promise made by the ninety-nine people together, and no trainee has changed. But I have to say that the scores in their class are too dangerous. Soon, the last weekly exam before the second monthly exam came. After the exam, the whole class stood in front of the blackboard with the average score and fell silent. In the last week, they only had 750 points, a full 40 points away from the goal. This is because Zong Jiu played particularly well this time, with 1150 points in the roll, and he got a good score of around 1020 points. Just in the silence of the class, the 99th took the lead to speak. "Don''t panic, it''s only forty points. Each of us work harder and read each subject carefully. This will come out. Don''t give up hope. As soon as he spoke, everyone started cheering on each other, "Yes, I don¡¯t sleep this week. Damn, I don¡¯t believe it anymore. This high school problem can stump me, a programmer who has been typing code for many years. ." "Yes, everyone will work hard together, there will be a way!" "Brother Nine has said that he did well in the exam this time, and his review is almost the same. If you don¡¯t know anything, you can ask Brother Nine for tutoring during the evening self-study. As long as we work hard together, there must be no failure in this world. The hurdle." "There are still seven days, let''s go! Go for Class Nine!" ...... Everyone cheered and cheered together. Gradually, the previous frustration was wiped out, and a smile reappeared on the faces of every trainee. Only Zong Jiu stood by, lowered his head slightly, only feeling that the card on his palm was hot. He took another test result for the next week. The overall tone of this card is dull, very dark and very dark, and the background is the night sky, showing an unknown black. On the card, the tall tower is built on the lonely cliff, the spire is very high, and white clouds are floating beside it. A golden lightning struck the crown-like top of the tower, and the three top-most rooms lit up flames. The pope and emperor in gorgeous clothes fell from the tower, facing down, their hands raised, their faces twisted with fear. When disaster strikes suddenly, human class and wealth become meaningless in front of them. This is the interpretation of this card. Of the entire twenty-two major arcana cards, the most destructive, destructive, and ultimate symbol of doom¡ª¡ª ¡¾High Tower¡¿ This is also the only card that has bad luck both in position and inversion. Zong Jiu is holding the worst card among all tarot cards. Fortunately, the only comfort in the fortune- This tall tower is inverted. Although the inverted tower is as unlucky and unfortunate, it is not as full of destructive power as the upright tower. Of course, it''s not much better. The white-haired young man put the Tarot card back into the system backpack, closed his eyes in place, and quickly began to think about the solution in his mind. This may be a tough battle. Chapter 104: first Middle school This tall tower is likely to be a sign. In the Genesis of the Old Testament of the Bible, in order to be able to reach heaven, mankind gathered together on the plain and planned to build a high tower directly connected to heaven. This act angered God, and God quietly incarnates into the world, imparting countless different languages ??to humans, making it impossible for them to communicate with each other, so the act of building Tongtian Pagoda was shelved. This also represents an unfinished plan, a destruction. Zong Jiu twisted his eyebrows and thought for a long time, and didn''t even listen to this lesson. Fortunately, this class is not a biology class, and there is no teacher Nan who will always call him and only know to ask him to get up and answer questions, so occasionally, the faceless teacher on the podium also opens one eye and closes one eye. It won''t be right. He is punished for this kind of honor student. The situation this time is definitely not the same as before, but the real danger. The white-haired young man pressed his eyebrows to think, and finally opened the system backpack again and drew a card. The question he asked this time was: how to find a solution to the game. The card drawn this time is a Hanged Man. The hanged man means contemplation, scrutiny, and self-sacrifice. Zong Jiu glanced, as if he was aware of something, lowered his eyes and stuffed it back into the deck again. If there is really no way, he can only find the devil and let the other party complete the so-called "npc cooperation reward". But to be honest, even the teachers hired by the No. 1 Middle School may not be able to stop the executions in the school rules. In addition, Zong Jiu lacks trust in the character of the devil, and thinks that the other party will definitely get in the way. However, the appearance of the game-solving card just now made Zong Jiu feel unusually unhappy. Sure enough, the devil told him regretfully that he didn''t have that much authority in this copy. Of course, with no.1''s ability, it is not difficult to destroy this copy, but why does he want to do this? This copy allows the selfishness and malice among the trainees to be displayed unreservedly, which is no.1''s favorite drama. The man curled his mouth and said, "Don''t worry, since it''s a reward exchange, I certainly won''t put you in danger. But others..." He spread his hands, "Then I can''t help." Fortunately, there is not only bad news these days, but also good news. The half-vampire put the paper **** of the T¨­yumen behind the iron gate under the teaching building. The T¨­yumen has been seizing the time these days and nights, racing against the clock to manipulate the gods to explore the area, and obtained a lot of clues. The paper **** is a bit bad and slow to act. In addition, the Yin Qi in the corpse pool was too heavy, causing the Onmyoji''s spiritual power transmission to be slightly hindered and difficult, so the progress was much slower. But three weeks, no matter how slow it was, it was enough for Tuyumen to inquire about the ground underneath. Behind the iron gate is a corridor. The end seemed to be a secret road. The paper gods followed to explore and found that the place led to an earth wall outside the school. On weekdays, it was inaccessible, and in the past it was only for school leaders to travel. After all, the gate was glued with cement and iron railings, and the school was surrounded by high walls with a power grid entwined with sections. Just let the students not go out on weekdays, but can the school leaders be the same as the students? This secret path is likely to be the clue that the girl left in the diary, and it was also the way their classmates wanted to find a way to survive and escape from school. On the right side of the corridor is the sinking pond. Students who commit crimes on weekdays will be thrown into this room. That kind of cold resentment coiled around the sinking pond, even through the thick door panel, you could smell the unpleasant rancid smell behind it, as well as the unswerving rumbling of the biogas digester generator. Countless broken limbs, blood and brain marrow were swept in here mercilessly, red and white things piled up, and eventually turned into foul smelling black, convolved with dead branches and leaves, becoming the best in the first middle school. Of raw materials for feeding. Those faceless teaching assistants and teachers even talked complacently, saying that many more students died this year than in previous years. There are more nutrients, and more electricity is generated by the biogas. The hot water in the staff dormitory is comfortable, and the air-conditioning can be turned on for heating. The people who heard it were scared. The door on the left side of the corridor is always locked, but according to the message sent back from the paper god, there seems to be someone inside this door. Not only people, but also school teachers will take turns to stay in this gate every other month and then come out again. In order to avoid suspicion, the paper **** did not dare to move forward, so he had to act by chance by the side. As a result, one night, Tu Yumen suddenly looked serious and handed Zong Jiu a counseling book. He knew it clearly. After opening the counseling book, he saw a small note written on it. [The grievance is too heavy, the paper-like god¡¯s connection has been intermittent since early this morning] [The number of faceless people entering the door on the left has increased in the past two days, and the last scene that came back was that the lights were turned on. Someone picked up the shikigami paper from the ground, and then completely lost contact] Lost contact. Zong Jiu''s eyes sank. Even if a secret passage that could escape the school was found in the sinking pool, it was useless, because their mission was to survive for 120 days in the No. 1 Middle School. No one can predict whether this time of survival will continue to be counted after leaving school. If it is not counted, what awaits them is a dead end. Zong Jiu remembered his bad idea again. Now it seems that bad ideas are not bad ideas, but you have to wait for the final exam to be used. After all, the top priority now is how to take Class 9 to pass the second monthly exam. He put the note back into the counseling book, rolled over and got off the bed. It is only four hours before getting up in the middle of the night. No matter how superhuman the trainees are, they have to rest. Now the lights have begun to go out at this time, and only a few are left. It''s inconvenient to get out of bed because of the black light. Zong Jiu cautiously stepped on the only bulge on the iron bed, and stepped down on the lower bunk bed, still holding the teaching assistant book in his hand. As a result, without paying attention, he stepped on this foot and stepped on a cold hard object through a thick black robe. Zong Jiu lowered his head, looking at the black wizard''s hood in the lower bunk, half of his green eyes suddenly appeared. At this moment, these eyes are like a lone wolf in the forest, with five fingers closed, faintly down, looking at the feet of the white-haired youth stepping on the palm of his hand. Zong Jiu: "..." The atmosphere fell into a weird embarrassment for a while. He didn''t know if the devil was asleep or not, and if he was woken up by his foot, but that didn''t prevent him from doing nothing, and smashed his foot down, so that he slid away. Go, pass the teaching aids in your hand to Fan Zhuo, who is not far away, who is serious about Mathematical Mathematical calculations. Only those eyes looked at his back faintly. ...... Slowly, the time for the second monthly exam finally arrived. As of the third exam, only four of the seven classes in the whole year could barely meet the requirements. One is that there are more than ten five classes of faceless trainees, and their transformation trend is gradually rising. There are new trainees transforming almost every day. One is the class that tried hard to study and finally crossed the line. In addition, the third squad of the black wizard has also successively transformed five or six, crossing the line dangerously and dangerously. In the same way, the seventh class of Tuyumen was piled up with trainees, because the first faceless man appeared in class seven. Although the leader of the seventh class is a semi-vampire who is directly controlled by Fanzhuo, the class is excellent. The small groups of students were vaguely hostile to him, and did not follow the instructions of the squad leader, but collectively learned how to put pressure on the poor students like the fifth class. But at any rate, there is also a Tuyumen in Class 7, and Tuyumen is also willing to provide shelter for the poor students, so the situation is not as bad as Class 5. In this case, the 9th, 2nd, 6th, and 3rd shifts have become ants on the hot pot. In the case of rushing to the doctor, the situation of poor students in the second and sixth classes is not much better. Now the fastest way to raise points is to become a faceless person. A poor student becomes an excellent student, who can give the class more than a dozen average points. Why not? At the request of Zong Jiu, Class Nine applied to the auntie to change the dormitory. The dormitory was equipped with top students and poor students from Class Nine. Not only did the learning atmosphere be good, but also the best educational resources were available. Finally, I got the exam for the second month. Before the monthly exam, Class Nine used to set aside three evenings for self-study to make a set of papers and test the average score by myself. It is a pity that even if almost the entire class has been studying for seven days without sleep, the final average score is eight hundred points short of twenty. Twenty is like a moat. All the trainees in the class have dark bags and dark circles under their eyes, and their expressions are numb and sad. Barrage also felt sad with them. [Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, don''t have an accident in Class 9] [It¡¯s okay if you play tomorrow, every time you play well and don¡¯t play well in the exam, you will just pass it by just one shot.] [I really like Class 9 too much, if something goes wrong in Class 9, I would really 55555] [Alas, everyone has worked very hard. Like the ninety-eighth and ninety-nine, they really hardly sleep. Every day in class, they stand and listen to classes with books to resist drowsiness. Can fall asleep directly] Zong Jiu raised his hand, "Don''t be afraid, everyone, we will definitely pass it." "Do your best and don''t do stupid things. I have seen all the efforts of these seven days. I will go back tonight and have a good night''s sleep. Tomorrow, I will greet the exam in the fullest state." He had already given priority to the dormitory heads of the poor students'' dormitories to keep a close eye on the poor students and tell them not to have that idea. When Class Nine couldn''t reach the goal, those few on the ninety-nine day had the idea of ??becoming faceless and saving the whole class. At this moment, it is clear that the score is not enough, Zong Jiu does not believe that they would not think about it. Therefore, he specially prepared in advance and asked them to keep an eye on them after returning to the dormitory. The white-haired young man''s gaze swept across everyone, plain, but full of determination. "Believe in yourself, believe in Class 9." #### The next day, everyone woke up early. The trainees of Class 9 all spontaneously organized to come to the class for morning reading to meet the toughest battle. However, when a person walked into the class, the morning reading sounded deathly silence. Following the mechanical movement of the man walking through the corridor, a low sob sounded. The 99th cried loudest. He rushed forward, howling and crying, sobbing silently. "You **** yourself a dormitory head...still encouraged us last night and threatened us not to do stupid things." "The result...what about yourself?!" The dormitory was standing blankly. His face was smooth and hollow, and he could no longer hear any response. Chapter 105: first Middle school There was a dead silence in the classroom, only the sound of sobbing one after another. [Fuck, oh oh oh oh don''t do it] [Really reminds me of the girl¡¯s class in the diary, and it¡¯s also self-sacrifice...] [Oh, oh, so sad, it''s not allowed to miss any of the nine classes that are good, and how can you survive from this copy together with the good ones? ¡¿ [Damn it, I always thought that even if it changed, it would be a poor change. The dormitory head is 15 in the class! In the whole grade, this ranking is the only one who has become a faceless trainee, right?] [Alas, this shows that he is willing to transform himself, rather than being forced to become a faceless man by circumstances or pressure. Fuck, it is this kind of voluntary dedication that makes people sad...I never expected it to be true. In the infinite loop, there are such people.] After so many days, these B-level trainees in Class 9 are all familiar with each other. Regardless of whether there were conflicts before, and what organization it came from, the environment of this instance allowed everyone to quickly forge an extraordinary friendship, and it quickly heated up in the environment of mutual help and mutual assistance in the nine classes. Struggling together and studying together on weekdays, we all have deep feelings for each other. The head of the dormitory is the fifteenth of the class. His grades are above average and his personality is quiet and restrained. In addition to him, there are five poor students from the bottom of the class in 407, and four of the second to tenth in the nine classes, which is equivalent to the configuration of one excellent student tutoring one poor student. But because No. 15 has a good personality, 407 will collectively elect him as the head of the dormitory. On weekdays, everyone focuses more on the mischievous and active students in the class, and seldom notices middle-class students who are not top-notch like the dormitory director. But this does not mean that everyone has no feelings for the 15th. The trainees in Class 9 were full of sadness. Among them, No. 99 and No. 98 in the dormitory were the most. Although No.15 has a quiet personality, he is really nice and gentle. When he is in the dormitory on weekdays, he is always the one who gets up first. When I went to wash up, I would help other trainees in the dormitory to beat up hot water, and then I would come back to wake everyone up after I finished washing. When he was doing his homework at night, he often went out to fetch water for the postgraduates as he wrote, with a whispered cheering and inflating, which immediately rejuvenated people. Even the day before the exam. The whole class was lost because of the average score that was not up to the standard. After returning to the dormitory, although the poor students on the 99th did not say anything, they did indeed feel like Zong Jiucai had wanted to sacrifice themselves. idea. As a result, in the middle of the night, on the 15th, the dormitory chief noticed something was wrong, and he got up from the bed and picked up some of them for education. "Fortunately, Brother Nine ordered me to watch you guys more closely...What are you doing? Everyone stays up in the middle of the night and keeps eyes open." "In this dungeon, you are poor students. After this dungeon, everyone is a B-level trainee. Thinking about so many horror dungeons you have experienced before, is it possible that such a small exam can knock you down? stand up!" In the middle of the night, the 407 dormitory was hiding from the lamp of the auntie. Everyone stood in the middle of the dormitory wearing shorts, with their heads drooping, just like students waiting for the teacher to criticize. The dormitory sighed and went up and gave each of them a big bear hug. "Don''t do stupid things, Brother Nine has said, there must be a way, we will definitely be able to get out of this copy, come on!" The ten people of 407 put their hands together, and were about to shout "one, two, three, come on", when the footsteps of the dormitory suddenly sounded in the corridor. Everyone glanced at each other, running faster than a monkey, rolled over onto the bed in one stride, lay down and pulled the quilt in one go. Only the iron bed was dangling in the air. After the dormitory¡¯s flashlight dangled from the glass window in the doorway, they breathed a sigh of relief under the covers, and smirked on the bed. "Liar, shit, he''s just a liar. I comforted us by myself and said that when I returned to the trainee dormitory, I would go to the top bar for a drink with the whole class. What about myself? As soon as the ninety-nine remembered the scene last night, she covered her eyes and cried so hard. He wanted to punch the dormitory chief, but the Faceless Man just stood there blankly, looking at him indifferently with the flat flesh on his face, and didn''t answer. After a long time, on the ninety-ninth, he slumped down his fist. Zong Jiu frowned, "Wait, he seems to have something in his pocket." After hearing what he said, the 99th walked forward quickly and fiercely put his hand into the pocket of the Faceless Man. The latter stood in place, like a puppet who had lost his soul, even if someone pulled out his pockets in front of him, there was no response. On the ninety-nine, he took a piece of paper from his pocket. A neatly folded sheet of paper. The paper is written in delicate fonts, and people in 407 know that it is the 15th size. [To everyone in Class 9:] I really really like when I am with you, whether it is entering an infinite loop or before entering an infinite loop, these are my happiest days. This time I did not fulfill my promise, because I really like Class 9 too much. As the diary says, there must be someone who sacrifices. Why can''t that person be me? I''m leaving now, don''t worry about me, this is my own choice, no one is forcing me. If you really want to thank me, then live your life. [Definitely, I must live well, even with my share] In the end, a big smiling face was drawn on the white paper, with the corners of his mouth cocked, exactly the same as when he laughed on the 15th on a weekday. But they can''t see the face of Number 15 anymore, never again. #### Class 9 came to the playground in a gloomy atmosphere. Other classes also noticed their distinctive atmosphere and whispered one after another. Among them, the squad leader of the fifth class was the most cynic after seeing it. "Aha, doesn''t it mean that none of the nine classes can be less, and that a faceless person does not want to have? So, some newcomers are hypocritical, and in fact they are not the same as my mother." Behind him led a large group of faceless men, and Wu Ya looked over, with a terrible sense of horror. The top students in Class 5 stood in the front, and the poor students were isolated in the last position. After being crowded out by the whole class of trainees, you can''t even see the head. The voice of the squad leader of the fifth class did not hide the slightest. Soon, the entire class on the playground looked over, all with surprise. The situation of Class 9 has been heard throughout the entire grade, and their bold declaration has also attracted much attention. Even the new class B class leader, the magician, has attracted a lot of attention. Some top students sneered at them, while some poor students envied their collective upward and harmonious atmosphere. But what I have to say is that Class 9 is definitely a clear stream in all classes. But now, there are also faceless men in Class 9! There are already many classes looking at the faceless people surrounded by the nine classes, whispering in private. What does this mean, is it just that they are harmonious and friendly on the surface, and they also oppress poor students in private? On the 99th, after hearing the words of the squad leader of Class 5, his angry eyes were red, and he wanted to hit him with his fists. Zong Jiu stopped him. "Take the exam well, there is no need to get angry with this kind of person." The white-haired magician said in a calm tone, "On the 15th, he used his own life to give the class a precious opportunity. Do you want to destroy it with a fight?" Sure enough, after hearing the name of the dormitory head, everyone calmed down. That''s right, the top priority now is exams and should not be diverted by other things. Seeing that these people in Class 9 didn''t respond much, gradually, Class 5 also felt meaningless, and their voice gradually weakened. Soon, all the trainees took their seats on the playground one by one. The teaching assistants came holding the papers, and the dean announced the start of the papers. [The exam has started, it¡¯s really getting nervous every time] [There is one more faceless man in Class 9, I should be able to pass this time, huh] [I remember the last time Class 9 organized the exam by myself, the average score was still 20...A faceless person doesn¡¯t know if it¡¯s okay, I hope it¡¯s okay] [Definitely, pray and pray. jpg] The snow-white papers were sent out one by one, in black and white, as cold as this copy is gradually reaching the winter weather. It was still autumn when the trainees entered this dungeon, and it is now winter, and it may snow in the next few days. The cold wind was fierce, they were wearing thin school uniforms, rubbing their frozen hands, and taking exams on the playground. Waiting for the dean to say that the test time was up, Zong Jiu kept staring at his name on the test paper quietly. His lack of emotion can make him calm in any environment and any occasion. Sometimes, even the description of indifference is not accurate, but cold. Including just now. The moment Zong Jiu saw the Faceless Man, it was not astonishment or sadness like other trainees that surged in Zong Jiu''s heart. Rather, it quickly listed the benefits that this faceless man can bring to Class Nine. What does Class 9 mean to him? The white-haired young man stared at the slightly drooping pen nib in his hand. Had it not been for this collective copy to be ranked based on the average class score, I am afraid that Zong Jiu would not care about the lives of others at all. But this is a forced group model, regardless of others is a dead end. But in fact, from the point of view of maximizing benefits, the approach of Class 5 is undoubtedly the optimal solution. The purpose of collective copy is cruel elimination, there is no fairness at all. This copy seems difficult, but in the final analysis it is the psychological quality of the trainees and the choice between good and evil in the face of desperation. Just like the college entrance examination, in essence, the purpose of the college entrance examination is to classify students. It tests the students'' learning ability, independent planning ability, self-discipline ability, intelligence... and so on. What is being tested, the content is not important, only the result is important. As long as the mental quality is good enough, like Tu Yumen, you can''t become a faceless man after 300 days in this copy. As for the choice between good and evil, it is even clearer. As long as the goal can be achieved, the process is obviously not important. As extreme as Class 5, by sacrificing others to perfect oneself, it is very likely to survive to the end. Although such an approach is selfish, it is also a form of personal strength in the eyes of the main system. Like the devil, crushing the copy with absolute strength, the main system did not intend to take action to get rid of him. Instead, cooperating with him is enough to prove that the process is not important in front of that high-dimensional system, what is important is only the result. Zong Jiu can now calmly analyze the pros and cons, and analyze the meaning of the main system, but he will not do that, at least not now. Because he promised to take Class 9 back together. He responded to the expectations of Class 9 and promised that everyone should be good, and they should keep their promises at all costs. This is the logic of the magician. Right or wrong, it has nothing to do with morality, as the old nun once said-- Since personality makes him unable to distinguish between right and wrong or morality, then respond to the expectations of most people. "It''s time for the test to begin¡ª" Zong Jiu stared at the name he had written, cut off his thoughts, and began to answer. He made a decision silently in his heart. #### The examination was tense and anxious. Eight hundred points is really difficult for trainees who have only studied for three months. The conversion is equivalent to a full score of 750 in the college entrance examination. At least a score of about 520 is required, and it is for everyone, not to mention that there are more difficult Olympic questions in it. Class 1 and Class 3, which have fewer faceless people, are cautious and extremely cautious in answering questions. Only the fifth class with a lot of faceless people seemed to have a chance to win. The fifth class leader even raised a Erlang leg and sat there to answer the question. There was a small episode in the middle of the exam. A student in Class 2 cheated and was caught by the teaching assistant. The subsequent processing results were simple and rude, and still bloody. The trainee was immediately called off the exam. Not only did he get zero scores on the face, he was also taken to the podium. The assistant teacher put a towel in his mouth, and went straight down with a whip, smashing his kneecaps to pieces. He just kneeled on the flag-raising platform and kneeled for the whole school¡¯s trainees. It is said that he has to keep this. Kneeling in a bruised and bruised posture for seven days before he was able to repay the sins caused by this immoral behavior. Zong Jiu answered the question very carefully this time. The converted score on the 15th itself belongs to the middle and upper reaches of the 9th class. Even if it is transformed into a faceless trainee, the average score of the class that can be pulled is much less than the average score of other classes that change from a poor student to a faceless student. Even if it is the last one in the class, it is almost impossible to pull 20 points with one person. The poor students in Class 9 really can''t learn, and no one among the trainees in the class blames them. To be honest, when people were created in mythology, gods gave everyone different talents. Some people are good at this, some people are good at that, just like an exam. Of course, there are people who don¡¯t add this talent point. It¡¯s like singing a song that can never find the tune. Moreover, they have put out their best efforts and can improve their scores. Even if it''s not big, no one will provoke it. Therefore, the burden on top students is heavy. They must get more points. "Shushasha¡ª" Zong Jiu quickly worked out math problems one after another, and checked them again and again before moving on to the next one. He hoped that he could get back the last missing points for Class 9. The barrage is also very nervous. [I pulled up the paper and looked at it. Damn, this school is just a dog and not a human being. This time the paper is more difficult than the previous few times] [Fuck, is it true? If it is difficult, is it even more difficult to reach eight hundred points? ¡¿ [That must be... I am so speechless, not only did I improve the score so much, but also the difficulty. I really hope that the adult can ruin this copy, vomit] [I found that this collective copy is very inhumane, completely unreasonable. The collective copy of the A-level trainees on the other side is even more outrageous. A group of people sailing on a luxury cruise ship, fresh water has become a scarce resource. Now it has fast-forwarded to split into seven camps, giving each other misinformation to each other in order to achieve the goal of survival. The problem is that there are trainees who were infected as murlocs. I really split on the spot] [I also found out that the Olympus copy of C-level trainees is similar... This time the collective copy is designed to expose humanity, hahaha, but the most annoying thing is the possibility of surviving It¡¯s the unscrupulous people, it really makes me have a heart attack] During the four-hour test, the barrage in the live broadcast room began to chat. [Seeing this, I¡¯m really glad that I didn¡¯t sign up for this thriller trainee competition. Although I may not pass the preliminary rounds, it¡¯s better to die than to die. I guess I won¡¯t be able to survive a round of dungeons after entering.] [I¡¯m still thinking, if there are only a hundred survivors in the end, I don¡¯t know what wishes the people who get the universal wishing ticket will make] ...... Talking and chatting, soon, time passed. When the invigilator blew his whistle to signal to stop answering, everyone stopped writing. This time, the dean announced a new rule. "Don¡¯t be too nervous, because the number of students in this year is much less than that of previous ones. It is also to promote healthy competition among all the students. After a group meeting with the teachers of the whole school, we decided to slightly change some of the rules in the school. These regulations are looser." "The revised school rules are as follows: In the classes that were eliminated in the second monthly exam, we decided to relax the policy and amnesty the top five students in each class without punishment." Obviously, many teachers do not seem to be satisfied with this new rule. The first middle school has always implemented a collective elimination system. Although it seems that some students with good grades will be wiped out, this atmosphere is extremely helpful to squeeze the surplus value of students. They have been using this method for many years, and almost all the students who came out of it have become faceless in such a cruel environment. It¡¯s just that there are too few students in this class. If this method is continued, it will be difficult to conclude that the whole class is faceless students. High enrollment rate. What was completely different from the teacher was the uproar of the trainees. The top five in each class showed a relaxed expression. Without being dragged down by the class, this has become the basis for their unscrupulous, competition has also greatly increased. However, competition is not the most important factor. Anyway, being able to open a way out of a mortal situation has increased great hope. "Don''t be too happy, everyone. This school rule will not take effect until the final exam is due. This exam will still follow the old school rules." When everyone was rejoicing, the Faceless Man poured cold water on them again. "In order to make everyone look forward to it even more, we decided that this monthly exam will not be read according to the pass list, but directly according to the class, class by class, to announce the results of the pass." Hearing this sequence of announcements, many poor students began to see dense cold sweat in the palms of their hands. On the 99th, he raised his hand again and asked to go to the toilet. It''s just that Zong Jiu didn''t arrange a task for him this time, but he was really scared to pee. This sequence means that every class has a time when the sentence is pronounced. The class that reads the name is tense, the class that does not read the name is even more tense. And those faceless teachers all stood in front of the podium, observing their fearful expressions with interest. The first to be read out is the results of the first class. I don''t know if it was the difficulty of the test paper or a mistake in a team''s performance. This result relieved class one and made other classes even more fearful. Since the division into classes, the results of the first class have been in a far leading state. Although later because the number of faceless people was not as good as that of Class 5, it also faithfully represented the learning strength of the trainees in this dungeon. Even one class barely exceeded the score line by ten points, what about the other classes? Everyone looked at each other, and they were worried. Soon, the dean read out to the second class. This time, Class 2 caught a cheating student and scored zero points directly. Many people in their class not only stared fiercely at the trainee who cheated and dragged down the class, but also felt sad. Unexpectedly, the second class passed, only one point higher. You know, the previous two, nine and six classes were all classes that did not meet the standards in the third weekly exam. The pressure on these three classes can be imagined. The squad leader of the second class sat on the spot and cast a grateful look at the fifth class. If he hadn''t listened to the advice of the class 5 monitor before, and let the trainees in the class put pressure on the poor students, and changed a few faceless people, it is estimated that after being dragged down by a cheating poor student, the whole class would have to explain here. Three classes followed. The third class is the class of the black wizard, Zong Jiu knows without even looking at it, since the devil has managed to control the useful chess piece no.8, he will definitely not let him be a dog in the dungeon so simply. Sure enough, the third class passed, and the score was even higher than the previous class one and two. "Wow¡ª" After reading out the results of three classes in a row, they all passed without risk. Other trainees who did not read the class began to have small hopes from the bottom of their hearts. What if? Immediately after that is the fifth class. After all, the four classes were wiped out as early as the mid-term exam, and even the corpse residues were sent to the sinking pond to generate renewable energy, which was used for heating and hot water for the school. The squad leader of Class 5 hummed triumphantly. It is no exaggeration to say that their class is the most stable in the whole year. Because there are too many faceless people in the five classes, the class atmosphere is also cold and tense. The neighbors have accelerated the conversion before the exam, and the scores are easily pulled up. There is no need to worry about whether they will perform abnormally like other classes. Like their monitor, the top students in Class 5 were not worried at all, and some even yawned brazenly. "So sleepy, when will it end? We want to go back to sleep." "That''s right, this group of **** dragging dogs in the class is embarrassed to be embarrassed here with such a poor test." "If it weren''t for us, how could these poor students survive? I couldn''t tell when I was a trainee on weekdays. I didn''t expect that the exams would not be good. It is really an incompetent boy to have parents who are not taught by parents." These people stretched their waists while talking cool words, all the front of the conversation was intentionally or unintentionally pointed to the countdown of those in Class 5 who had not yet become Faceless. Among those few countdowns, Liang Mingde was the least pleasing to their eyes. The other nine people in Liang Mingde''s dormitory have become faceless people. Not only does he remain the same, he also runs a mutual aid alliance in the class. They can cheer each other up every day. Several top students in Class 5 saw him upset, and several times they blocked him in the toilet with cold water, pushed his head into the cold water, and gave him a lesson. It''s true that trainees can''t kill each other, but as long as they don''t die, the main system won''t care. There is no way to stop this kind of school bullying, and many of them are also one of the incentives for becoming faceless. As a result, he didn''t expect that Liang Mingde was really a smelly stone in the pit, and he carried it down abruptly. They all planned secretly, and the score required for the final exam will only be higher or lower than the previous one, and they must get Liang Mingde down by then. Unexpectedly, the next second, the smile of the fifth squad leader was frozen on his face. "Five class, seven hundred and ninety-five points." Chapter 106: first Middle school "Five classes, seven hundred and ninety-five points." The entire playground was quiet for a moment, and then there was a sudden uproar. ¡¾? ? ? What''s going on, didn¡¯t this **** class of Class 5 surpassed the score line in the second week?] [Yes, I also remember that Class 5 had already passed the line. Although it was disgusting, there were so many faceless people in their class. I got a score of more than 850 in the third weekly exam. How could it fall below 800] [It is also possible that the arrogant soldier will be defeated... There are so many faceless people in Class 5, I found out when I just took the exam, and the top few who self-proclaimed as "Excellent Students" in Class 5 did not answer the questions. Seriously, the previous weekly test was also the same. Except for the Faceless Man, the first place among the five classes of trainees can only be in the top ten among other classes. In this case, they probably feel that there is a Faceless Man to get points. Just sit back and relax, so I slack off carelessly] [But no matter how slack it is, it can¡¯t be this way... The previous few weeks of exams were very stable, and I lost sixty points directly, which is definitely not normal] Even the barrage can be seen to be abnormal. How could the trainees on the playground fail to see it? "How is it possible...How is this possible?! The calculation is wrong, it must be the score calculation!" The squad leader of the fifth shift got up from his seat madly and rushed to the rostrum, intending to **** the paper, but was thrown to the ground by the whistling whip, rolling on the floor with pain. The dean knocked impatiently on the table, signalling the restless students to calm down. "We got a message from the teacher who approves the papers. A total of ten students in Class 5 handed in blank papers. At this moment, the previous discussions seemed to be cut off, silent. Only Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly. Ten people, hand in a blank paper? Let alone the fifth class, the trainees in other classes didn''t even think about it. There was obvious astonishment and surprise on their faces. Are they crazy? Everyone was silent for a long time, and this time it was the top students from Class 5 who broke out. They got up from their seats one after another, their faces twisted and flushed with anger, rushed to the table behind, and dragged the poor students off the table, punched and kicked, and yelled. "I''m **** Nima, are you **** in your head?" "Aren''t you?! Fuck, a group of orphans with parents who were born but not taught by parents." Liang Mingde was pushed to the ground by more than a dozen people. He disapproved, and instead lay on the basketball court that was renovated not long ago and laughed. Those poor students who were beaten used this posture, with their backs facing the concrete floor, one hand covering their face, their laughter was sharp and hoarse, but there was no lack of joy, as if to spit out all the anger that was suffocated in the heart these days, and it was extremely enjoyable. . They were driven to desperation a long time ago. There are only two roads ahead. If you move forward, you will either become a faceless person under such pressure and environment, giving the fifth class this nauseating class a glow; or you will tear everything up and die together. There are too many poor students targeted by small groups in the five classes. Trainees who can climb to the B level, no matter how bad they are, at least are not as timid and fearful as ordinary trainees. Rather than collapse in such an environment of repeated oppression, it is better to erupt in silence. On the eve of the second monthly exam, ten poor students from Class 5 joined forces in private, pressed **** fingerprints together, and vowed to take revenge on this exam. It is gratifying and sad that none of these ten people deserted. They hated these self-proclaimed students in the class a long time ago. "Oh! It''s all you guys!" "You cowards who only know how to sacrifice others to perfect themselves, hahahahaha, cowards! We would rather die than become faceless people to perfect you. If we die, we will die together! Death also has to drag your trash to hell. Let''s cushion our backs!" A group of people from Class 5 tore and beat together, blood pouring from their scalp, wishing to bite off a piece of meat from the other side. "As early as sixty or so of you were divided into teams to bully us, you should have thought of this, hahahahaha! Retribution, this is the retribution you deserve!" There was a mess on the playground. Compared with the five classes of Ji Fei Gou Tiao, it is the dead silence of other classes. After a long time, some trainees said tremblingly, "Class 5, Class 5 is this deliberate?" No one thought that the undergraduates in Class 5 were so lonely, so courageous, and so desperate. Obviously, these poor students are only connected privately, only then will they have a mortal determination to hand in a blank paper. What you need to know is that they are also trainees in the fifth class. After pulling down the average score of the entire class, they are revenge, but they have to explain it in the same way. Several other classes that imitated Class 5, a second class caught cheating, and a sixth class, the top students in these classes began to tremble. Although they will not rise to the perspective of campus bullying like Class 5 did, they already have a way to learn to do this. These top students hardly dare to think about it. If they push the poor students in their class in a hurry, will the poor students learn how to learn from the fifth class? For a time, only the sound of five shifts beating each other could be heard on the playground. This class is no different from the dead in the eyes of the school. At this time, the brawl happened and the assistant teacher did not move at all, but waited for the final execution order from the teaching department. The barrage was stunned. [What a serious campus bullying, and what a terrible environmental pressure, that makes the trainees give up hope of survival... I was stunned] [It''s true, these are all B-level trainees, I don''t know how many horror copies have gone through to get to this point. To be honest, no one is a scumbag. Since these high-ranking students are fighting the idea of ??dying daoists and not dying poor, it is no wonder that others unite and die together] [That is, staying on the sidelines to see each other in the future, dogs will jump over the wall even if they are in a hurry, who has no spine? ¡¿ [Oh...It¡¯s so magical. I always feel that school bullying is far away from us, but now it actually appears in B-level trainees. Human nature.] [Get used to it. To be honest, a dozen people bully you. The props used by trainees are basically special function props. Unless they are semi-vampires with strong healing ability, they will all suffer. I have experienced it before. Campus bullying, I really know them too well] In the chaos, the dean of instruction took the list in his hand, turned his back to discuss a few words with the teacher team, and then said coldly: "Quiet!" The teaching assistants finally moved, using the simplest and rude pain technique to separate the five trainees into a ball. At this moment, except for the faceless people who were still stunned, no one in the entire Class 5 stood upright, all of them screamed and rolled on the ground. The teaching director looked at them coldly and cleared his throat, "All the teachers have just joined together to discuss. Because the incident happened suddenly, but there are many outstanding students in the fifth class. They obey the teacher''s arrangement and have good academic performance. The future is not Therefore, we decided to implement school rules in advance, advance the rules of the final exam, and exempt the top five students in the sentenced class from punishment." Originally, this school rule had to wait for the final exam to take effect. But the teacher Nan, who was specially hired by No.1 Middle School, suddenly submitted an application to the teaching office. In order to give the specially-appointed teacher face, the teaching office decided to adopt the other party''s opinions and advance the new school rules. This remark not only made the discussion among the trainees on the playground louder, but also suddenly rekindled hope in the eyes of the fifth class monitor. He got up from the ground in a hurry, "Me! I''m the top five in Class 5!" The top-ranked top students in Class 5 also showed the ecstasy of survival from desperation, "We too! We study well, and we will surely be able to become the pillars of society in the future. Teachers, please!" The dean said coldly, "Then please ask the top five class five students in this exam to come out and stand on my right." The trainees on the playground were a little bit angry, thinking that these five classes were really hard to survive, and they were surprisingly lucky. Where was such a good thing during the previous two exams? Not all students with top grades are treated equally, there are a lot of people who should be thrown into the sinking pond for execution, but a special case was opened here in Class 5, which is really unpleasant. Not to mention those poor students in Class 5 who were lying on the ground with a few teeth knocked out, all showed a desperate look. The barrage was equally angry. [What the hell... I was counting on the **** class of Class 5 to find its own way, but now there is such a disgusting reversal again. Damn, don¡¯t watch it, this live broadcast room is really getting more and more angry. ¡¿ [The wife is speechless. If the top five executions can be exempted, wouldn''t it mean that all the poor students in Class 5 would have died in vain? Obviously I want to pull them into the water, but now this situation has occurred. Alas, I can only say that the villain has the ambition] [Yes, the most **** thing is the top few in Class 5, I feel sick when I see it] [Wait, the sister upstairs don''t rush to close the live broadcast room, I think things are definitely not that simple! In fact, I¡¯m thinking about the top five...Aren¡¯t they all faceless, laughing and crying. jpg] The last barrage awakened everyone at once. Sure enough, just when the top students in Class 5 were laughing and trying to get up from the ground with their hands and feet, a team of faceless men heard the order and mechanically got up from their seats and walked towards the podium. go with. There are nearly 20 faceless people in the five classes. The scores of these faceless people are similar, close to full marks, and the error is just within five points, and they are basically tied. Fortunately, it happened that the top five were all occupied. The faculty and staff looked at these faceless "good students" with satisfaction and were quite proud. "These are all outstanding students cultivated in our school. They are all good children who listen to the teachers and parents." The ecstatic smile of the squad leader who had just come back to life froze on his face. He realized something, and his mouth grew in horror, "No...no, no!" The development of this matter is something that no one has thought of. Everyone thinks this situation is absurd and ironic. Originally, in order to survive, I had to use all means to turn those poor students in the class into faceless people. But who can think of it, this kind of oppression also surrenders the only immunity that one can survive at the same time. They have also become poor students in the eyes of the Faceless Man. But whether they want it or not, those in Class 5 are all regretful now. You can only say that you are self-inflicted and you cannot live. It''s not that it is not reported, the time has not come. Chapter 107: first Middle school Finally, after a big drama, the farce finally ended. The trainees in Class 5 were as desperate as the top students, some were crying on the ground, and the poor students who lay on the ground first laughed wildly, and then laughed and cried again. Even if they are reduced to this fate, everyone sympathizes with only those poor students who have to die and bring them to death. The trainees and the survivors watching in the live broadcast room are like this, let alone the faceless Npcs in this copy. It can be seen from the political class of this copy that their values ??are that students who do poorly on the task test do not have to survive. Instead of keeping wasting public resources, it is better to turn into the methane in the corpse pond to shine on the No. 1 Middle School. fever. Soon, the matter of Class 5 was revealed. The assistant teacher gathered around the trainees in Class 5, always paying attention to their actions. After the sentence was judged, just like the previous two executions, the trainees could not use special props, and could only wait silently for the dean to read out the results of all classes and wait for death. Immediately after the fifth class, the sixth class was called out. The trainees in Class 6 seemed to have their stomach pouches tightened and pressed by an invisible hand. The extreme fear of life and death is like a cliff hanging on the wall, making them nauseous and almost nauseous. "Sixth class, seven hundred and eighty-two points." This time, everyone did not show too many unexpected expressions on their faces. Class 5 is really upset. After all, before that, the cluster of top students in this class walked with wind and arrogant, no one thought their class would not pass the second monthly exam. As for the sixth class, the sixth class was originally one of the three classes that did not meet the standard. Even if the second class that did not meet the standard before, even if a cheater can barely pass the level, it is enough to surprise people. If there is another class in the sixth class, then It''s incredible. Now that I haven''t seen the sixth class, the other classes are not so surprised. "Class seven, eight hundred and fifteen points." It is gratifying that the seventh class has also passed, and the Tu Yumen sitting at the back is obviously relieved. Although the number of faceless people in Class 7 is now second only to Class 5, the atmosphere in the class is better than Class 5 due to the presence of a Tuyumen. [It''s going to Class 9 soon, ah, ah, I''m so nervous] [Me and me, too, the believer is willing to be a vegetarian all my life, praying for Class Nine to get through this difficult time steadily] [Come on, Class 9! Has changed a faceless man, can¡¯t lose another one] Unexpectedly, when I was in Class 7, there was another conflict in Class 5 on the other side. Their ending has been settled. Although the trainees in Class 5 know this, they really have to let people wait to die. To be honest, no one will want to. Not to mention that they still ushered in the ending in this way. After the despair, the top students vented all their anger on the poor students, and the two sides clashed and beat them for a while, causing headaches. The assistant teacher went up to maintain order, and for a moment he jumped around. The white-haired young man sat on the seat with one hand on his head and the other on the corner of the table. He raised his head, as expected, no.1 under the podium not far away was looking at him with a smile, as if waiting for a good show. I don''t know why, thinking of the devil''s previous remarks, Zong Jiu always felt that the other party had already handed over the reward for npc cooperation. And what no.1 said at the time was... only to ensure his safety alone, and the top five immunity is likely to be this one''s hand. Zong Jiu''s heart sank and he had a bad premonition. If it is just a hanged man, it may not cause the tower to reverse its position. With this card, perhaps the ending is already doomed. He closed his eyes. Behind them, the trainees of Class 9 put their hands together and prayed silently on their chests, hoping that there would be an opportunity. The riot in Class 5 was finally suppressed by force, and the dean of teaching picked up the blank paper again and continued reading. Finally, the knife hanging above everyone''s head fell. "Class 9...seven hundred and ninety-nine points." There was a dead silence. Visible to the naked eye, the expressions on the faces of the nine trainees seemed to be blanked out for an instant. One point, only one point, but like a moat. The barrage reacted first. [Fuck! ! ! No! ¡¿ [Class 9! ! Ahhhhhhhhh, my class nine, how can it be done! ¡¿ [Ah...it¡¯s not surprising, although the perfect promise is touching, but most of the time it¡¯s just talking, and we have to see if it can be achieved] [Indeed, the only thing I¡¯m grateful for is that I don¡¯t know why these disgusting teachers changed their minds, but there is only one faceless man in class 9. Fortunately, it¡¯s not annihilated, the magician will survive.] [But then it¡¯s not Class Nine, what about the other 94 students in Class Nine? ¡¿ [Don''t worry, maybe the magician has other ways? He personally said that he wants to keep all the trainees in the class] No one on the playground spoke, only the squad leader of Class 5 laughed frantically. "Hahaha, happy, happy! All dead, all to me!" Near his death, he has become delirious, and the sequence of words is chaotic. But now no one cares about his reaction, and everyone''s eyes are attracted by Class Nine. I don''t know why, maybe because the magician has performed well in the first few copies, many trainees and survivors have inexplicable confidence in him, and they always feel that he has some unexpected trump cards. Sure enough, not long after the instructor''s voice fell behind, Zong Jiu slowly got up from his seat. The white-haired magician''s face was very calm, not as if he had just heard such a bad news. But at this time when people''s hearts are floating, fear and despair are intertwined, it gives Class 9 unparalleled self-confidence. "Don''t be anxious, I have a way." It''s time for such a dead end, what can the magician do? Not only the trainees in Class 9, but all the trainees in the playground came over. The demon in the distance raised his eyebrows and watched this scene with interest. Zong Jiu does have a hole card. It''s just that this hole card is too flattering, different from whether he wants to show it or not. As we all know, enough intelligence can be exchanged for unexpected things in the main system. Just like in the Las Vegas copy, Zong Jiu has the information of the no.1 instructor status in his hand, and he can use this information to find the main system for hush fees and benefits. The previous risky move also made him sure that as long as he had enough chips, he could indeed trade with the main system. There are only two worlds in "Thriller Trainee", one is the real world, and the other is an endless looping world full of horror. But according to Zhuge An''s meaning, there are also some special ways in the Super S dungeon. Although there may be only one or two, they are indeed ways to enter an infinite loop. Coincidentally, the demon verified this on the spot in front of Zong Jiu. If you guessed it correctly, no.1 may have come to an infinite loop from the super S-class horror dungeon world. Think about it, the devil is such a metamorphosis, the real world can''t create it. no.1 Zong Jiu doesn''t know what the brain fills up, but he knows in his heart that he is different from all the people in this world. Because he comes from a peaceful real world, no different from the real world in "Terrorist Trainee", but everything that happens in this world is nothing more than a book in his world. Based on the clues of Zhuge''s dark and demon attitudes, Zong Jiu can infer that whether it is a person in this world, I am afraid that it has a particularly different meaning to the main system. So... he ventured to guess that this information has considerable weight in the main system. Zong Jiu may be able to use the information that reveals that he is a book wearer to make a deal with the main system and save everyone in Class 9. Although this may seem like the next move, to be honest, there is no better way now. As a last resort, Zong Jiu didn''t want to use it, because the results and direction after use were unknown. [Good guy, what the **** does the magician want to do? I was looking forward to it for a few minutes, why did he just stand there and pose? ¡¿ [I want to know what the magician can do, is it possible for them to find a way out of this copy? emmmmm¡¿ [Don''t worry upstairs, no matter how the magician will cheat everyone at this time, I am more inclined to what he is waiting for, wait, is it possible that he is connected to the main system? ¡¿ That''s right, after Zong Jiu figured it out, he really contacted the main system directly. The white-haired young man stood in the same posture as before, with his back straight. But this scene fell in the eyes of others, as if he suddenly stopped talking. The other classes on the playground began to whisper. Only the trainees from Class 9 rekindled sparks in their eyes. ¡¾Already applied to link with the main system...linking...please wait a moment¡¿ It''s already connected, but it should be because you are still in the dungeon world. The link speed is much slower than the trainee dormitory. While linking, Zong Jiu slowly scanned every face in front of him. Except for the only blank face, every other face was filled with hope and unreserved trust in their monitor. This trust is obvious, and his eyes seem to carry a heavy weight. He looked at it face by face, and when his eyes met the last empty seat in the class, he suddenly stopped. That is the position on the ninety-nine. Before reading the list, the 99th raised his hand and said that he was urgency to go to the toilet. During the last exam, Zong Jiu asked the other party to go to the iron gate under this name to explore, so this time on the 99th when he said he was going to the toilet, the assistant nodded and did not ask much. But this time Zong Jiu didn''t order him any task. Taking 10,000 steps back, at least nearly twenty minutes have passed since the first class was announced. Such a long period of time is obviously unreasonable just for going to the toilet. I don''t know why, a kind of premonition hit Zong Jiu accurately at this moment. The tower reversal, irreversible destructive doom; the hanging man, self-sacrifice and dedication. In the next second, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he walked quickly to the last desk. On the empty desk, the handwriting written on the desk with a black pen trembled. Many of the words written on it have no subsequent text in half of the writing. The only string of words that can be connected into a sentence is¡ª ¡®I¡¯ll beg you for the remaining ninety-seven people, Brother Nine. ¡¯ At the end of the sentence, there is a small smiley face painted on the 15th note. Chapter 108: first Middle school At this moment, an assistant teacher ran over on the playground quickly and whispered a few words to the dean. They whispered in front of the rostrum, seeming to have a dispute, and finally took a watch and repeatedly determined the time. The dean frowned, turned his head and ordered another teacher next to him. The teacher took a few people and walked hurriedly towards the teaching building. After the episode was over, the teacher in the teaching office announced it loudly. "Wait a minute, we received an application message from an applicant. The scores of Class 9 need to be recalculated." The crowd was in an uproar. Re-scoring? This is unheard of. The dean said impatiently: "This is indeed one of the school regulations of No.1 Middle School." In fact, the people in the teaching department were also a little puzzled. Because this school rule is too cumbersome to implement, it has not been printed on the school rule manual a few years ago, and I don¡¯t know where the applicant learned about it. Everyone looked at the magician who was standing at the end of the ninth class queue. "The magician really figured out a way? Oh my god, I started to recalculate the score." "Before so many squads who were executed were nothing but the magician''s magical powers. He really has a hole card." "This newcomer is too terrifying, it''s worthy of being an existence favored by that adult." ...... Not only the people in other classes, but the trainees in Class 9 were teary eyes, shouting "Brother Nine" in their mouths. But Zong Jiu stood still and didn''t speak. Because he knew very well that he had only successfully connected to the main system just now, and hadn''t started to talk about transactions at all, how could he get a "re-scoring" result. At its root, I''m afraid this is still the 99th. Zong Jiu saw it, and many bullet screens also zoomed in to see the line. [No...Is it the ninety-nine? ? ¡¿ [Ah oh oh no, I really like the 99th, like everyone in the 9th class, he is usually so funny, how can he be so confused when encountering such things! Obviously the magician said there is a way] [This is probably gone, there are ¡®ninety-seven people¡¯ written on the table, alas, he may have done the re-scoring.] The gray-haired young man stood in front of the desk with his eyebrows downcast, his expression indistinguishable from happiness. The magician ran his fingers across the line on the desktop, turned his head back suddenly, his voice was calm, "Who knows where the ninety-nine is?" The other people in Class 9 have not realized that something may have happened on the 99th, let alone the message on the table. At this moment, some monks are confused, "Didn''t he go to the bathroom?" "Yes, it wasn''t a urgency on the 99th. I saw him heading to the teaching building." "Wait, why does this kid go to the bathroom for so long? Our class has read out the results..." Only standing on the last ninety-eighth, his complexion began to turn white when he heard the dean of teaching say to re-scoring the four characters. Gradually, everyone seemed to understand something, and everyone was shocked. Because Zong Jiu very calmly said, "I haven''t had time to communicate with the main system." Ninety-eight suddenly stood up from his seat, and accidentally overturned the table to the ground. The reaction on the 98th made all the trainees in Class 9 react. They rushed around, looking anxious. "He on the ninety-nine, he..." A big man suddenly became uncomfortable speaking at this moment. He couldn''t even speak completely. He cried as soon as he said a few words. At this moment, Ninety-eight remembered many, many things, many, many clues. Many students in Class 9 have good relationships with each other, and even the fifty-odd number who provoked Zong Jiu on the first day of sorting was convinced in the end. In particular, a few poor students who have always been naughty and mischievous have a good relationship. Among them, the 99th and the 98th are examples. Both of them are very lively and cheerful. On the ninety-nine, he was the youngest in the class, and everyone regarded him as a younger brother, and he was also happy to play treasures. Ninety-eight is not much older than Ninety-Nine, but Ninety-Eight takes longer to enter an infinite loop than Ninety-Nine, and it also belongs to the organization. I was able to chat on weekdays, and soon became a piece of cake. Neither of them is the type who can learn something. One scratches his head on science questions, the other recites a section of liberal arts and forgets a section. The top students in the class give them alternate tutoring, but the scores are still stunned and can''t be raised. Although the two of them didn''t talk about it on weekdays, they were still very guilty and felt that it was a hindrance to the whole class of trainees. After the first monthly exam, I couldn''t sleep on the night of the ninety-eighth. In the middle of the night, after the lights in the 407 dormitory were turned off, No. 99 crawled onto his bed in the dark, scared No. 98 so much that he almost shouted that there was a ghost. That day happened to be the day when Class 9 found the first clue, knowing that becoming a faceless person can raise the average score of the class. The two of them were silent for a while hiding under the covers. The ninety-nine sighed. The mid-term exam requires a full 600 points. For the nine classes at that time, it was too harsh, and the future was extremely slim. Not to mention that they are still the worst learners among the ninety-nine trainees in the class, and they will only be a hindrance to class nine, and they are far from the average score. They talked a lot that night, just like every real high school student faces a night when they are confused about the college entrance examination, they talk about everything and talk about their fear of death. They are all old people in an infinite loop, but none of the copies they have experienced before is as cruel and desperate as the collective copy now, but they are full of incompatible warmth. On the ninety-nine, he said, if that happens, he might as well die first. Anyway, he has no father or mother since he was a child, and there is no one who is particularly concerned about in the real world. He couldn''t read a book before, and he did everything for his livelihood. Even if he died in the horror copy, no one remembered him. On the ninety-eighth, he punched him in the quilt, saying that you, the younger brother of Class 9, must of course be the eldest brother to die. If you are strong, you will be careful if I can''t kill you. It was originally such a serious topic, and the two of them were chatting about it. The fierce tone could no longer be pretended, and he burst out with a laugh. They smirked in the dark and covered their heads with quilts to avoid disturbing other trainees who were still resting in the dormitory. A week later, the two of them went to the next class to move books together, and suddenly something minor happened. The class they went to happened to be the eighth class who sacrificed heroically in the first monthly exam. Each class has clues left by the students of the previous year, and the content is much the same, basically pointing to the final ending of the class. After the classroom of Class 8 is empty, few people will pass by, only Class 9 next door sometimes passes by to get some extra scratch paper or pens. Unexpectedly, it was during the process of taking the paper that the 98th and the 99th accidentally found clues left over from the previous session of this classroom. It''s just that the clue to this classroom is the No. 1 Middle School rules, but there are some rules and regulations in it that are different from the current school rules manual, and there are a few more invisible school rules. Later, it was the dormitory head who volunteered to become faceless. This incident dealt a big blow to both of them, especially the Ninety-Nine who had a good relationship with the 15th on weekdays. On the way from the examination room to the playground, Ninety-Nine lowered his head, weeping all the way. He said that he died for him on the 15th. Ninety-eight was also uncomfortable, he patted the ninety-nine on the shoulder, but he didn''t know that the other party had already made up his mind. Until now, he didn''t know what kind of decision he made on the 99th. On the ninety-eighth, he couldn''t catch his breath. He couldn''t speak completely and couldn''t cry. "...He should have seen a clue to re-scoring in that school rule." Zong Jiu frowned, "Do you know the specific content of that school rule?" Ninety-eight shook his head, "I went to take a bath at the time. I was thinking about seeing it after the bath. He said that he happened to go out just now and gave you the clue to Brother Jiu." Everyone can guess the follow-up by seeing the magician''s suddenly dark face. [Ninety-nine did not give the clues to the school rules to the magician at all...] [I think it¡¯s very possible. If the 99th is really determined, then he should have planned this for a long time, otherwise he would not use the excuse of going to the toilet to leave at the end of the exam, when he left. No one doubts, obviously it¡¯s been a long time in preparation and the will to die has been decided] [Oh, yes, he must have planned for a long time. I guess the clues in the hands of Ninety-Nine must have a solution to this game, but it is probably not a good way... Ninety-eight also said that he deliberately said that he had handed over the school rules to the magician. In fact, the school rules He must still be in Ninety Nine''s hands, he just doesn''t want others to see the contents] [No wonder everyone didn¡¯t know that there was this invisible school rule. From the beginning, it was cut off on the 99th] So far, the trainees in Class 9 have not given up hope. "If you just apply for re-scoring, he should be fine on the ninety-nine, maybe he has a stomachache now, what about the last big one?" "Yeah, he is so naughty and mischievous on weekdays, and he has the most spooky ideas. How can he risk himself to do such stupid things." "Maybe he just wanted to surprise everyone, that''s why he hid secretly...We have to trust him." Although they said so, everyone''s tears couldn''t stop streaming out. No one wants to believe that answer. Because of the re-scoring, it is very likely that ninety-eight individuals in the nine classes will score instead of ninety-nine. ...... At the time of the internal dialogue in Class 9, the rostrum finally reached a conclusion on the matter. . The teachers who had gone back and forth came back, said a few words with the dean, and called the teaching assistant over. Soon after they left, the result of the second unification came out. The dean held a blank paper and announced, "Class Nine, 802 points." "It''s not fair!" Of course, the first to yell out is the class 5 monitor, "Why can they re-scoring, we have to apply too!" Not only the fifth class, but the sixth class that had just been sentenced to death was also angry. They quarreled on the playground and caused faculty members to whisper. They all said that it was a good thing that the school rules were not renewed that year. The Faceless Man looked very impatient, "Apply for re-scoring. If the final score is the same as the current score, then the applicant will have to live and become a human to die. Is anyone in your two classes willing to stand up and apply?" The class that was noisy just now was put on a rest. Although they are all dead, no one wants to have their limbs cut off and their eyes gouged out. The man who cut his tongue. What''s more, the trainees in their class are extremely selfish and self-interested. No one wants to use the pain they may have to endure in exchange for the whole class. Having said that, some people are still dissatisfied, "Then why did their scores get higher after re-scoring?" Soon, everyone will know the answer. The assistant coach who had just left in a hurry finally came back. Everyone was carrying a heavy black bag with blood constantly oozing outside, dragging away a long blood stain. They can be heard talking from afar in the playground. "Students like this kind of jumping off the building are hard to pick up, they are broken into several pieces, and their heads burst. "Satisfied, roadside sanitation workers know that the quality of our school students is good this year, and they have to sweep a few walks in previous years." The other person laughed, "It''s better to hang it. This kind of poor life really causes trouble if you die." No one speaks. Only the instructor sneered with the microphone, "Because the applicant for re-scoring died before the scoring process. Now there are only 98 people in Class 9 and there is no 99." Chapter 109: first Middle school The barrage was speechless for a while, and it took a long time for someone to speak intermittently. [My God, this is the 99th...] [Oh, I guessed it right. If he suddenly disappeared at this time, it would not be a good thing to think, but I really didn¡¯t expect him to commit suicide, even if he became a faceless man] [Maybe there is no way. The incident on the 15th really hit him too hard, and it takes time to become a faceless man. They only knew that there was an accident on the 15th when they came to the classroom this morning. It can be changed in half an hour after the exam, alas] After seeing the bags of black bags dragging blood on the ground, the remaining trainees in Class 9 finally couldn''t hold back, and all of them cried into tears. After experiencing so many horror copies, maybe there is no such a sad time. Even the live broadcast room with thousands of online viewers did not speak. Everyone seemed to stand in front of the cemetery, attending a sad funeral. "This student was also unlucky. He jumped from the top floor. I didn''t expect that there was still a circle of thick iron wires and power grids outside the school. It was cut into several halves at once. Later, I had to take a mop and go out to sweep it. It was troublesome. Up." "Forget it, let''s clean it up again. It''s enough to clean up the serum outside. The weather forecast says it will rain this afternoon, which saves trouble." The whispers of the teaching assistants grew farther and farther away. With a roar of Ninety-Eight, he wanted to rush forward and retrieve the bags that contained Ninety-Nine. Zong Jiu''s voice blasted coldly above his head, "Do you want the 99th to die in vain?" Ninety-eight was pulled by his shoulders and could only squat on the ground, howling. They couldn''t even get the ninety-nine corpses broken into pieces. Eight hundred and two points, only three points more than seven hundred and ninety-nine, but to light a lamp for the other ninety-eight people walking in the dark. The lamplighter smiled and waved at them, followed behind the long-lost No.15, ran away from them, disappeared into the boundless darkness forever, never looked back. ...... Before the execution began, the dean of education announced the requirements for the last final exam. "Congratulations to all the students who have lived in the No. 1 Middle School for 90 days and nights. Soon, we will usher in the final 30 days of the final sprint." The dean¡¯s tone was impassioned, ¡°In the last thirty days, the first middle school will create another myth. In the last thirty days, you will be able to meet the expectant parents outside the campus. In the last thirty days, life only needs For the last 30 days of suffering, when you look back after this period of time in the future, you will definitely be grateful to yourself now. If you don¡¯t endure hardship now, when will you endure hardship? I will endure hardship on the construction site in the future? Work hard now and you will feel better in the future. Hope Everyone can think about this clearly and be responsible for their own lives." There are only five classes left on the playground at this time. Compared with the first ten classes, it has been cut in half, not to mention that there are a large number of faceless people in it. Everyone was silent, deep exhaustion in the bottom of my heart. Such a copy that tortured the body and mind, obviously there are no ghosts, but it is far more terrifying than ghosts. But finally, finally, the final round is about to come. As long as the last 30 days have passed, the main task of survival for 120 days can be reached and returned to the horror trainee dormitory. In the end, the dean finally announced the standard results of the final exam. "The score for this final exam is 1,000 points. Please look forward to your good results." No one spoke, no one even commented on this super high score. For example, no.2, it is unsurprisingly accepted the result that has long been expected. One thousand points, if converted into a full score of 750 in the college entrance examination, approximately equal to six hundred and five. This score is placed on the national paper, and it can get the score of 985211 properly. And now, in the first middle school, it turned out to be just a requirement for the final exam, not to mention that this score also includes the Olympiad questions, and the difficulty is definitely not the same. After the second monthly exam was over, the atmosphere throughout the grade was extremely depressed. On the afternoon after the exam, no one could learn it. The trainees who collapsed were everywhere crying on the seat, suppressed to the extreme despair everywhere. Zong Jiu simply let everyone in Class 9 take a rest for an afternoon, and go back to the dormitory to have a good night''s sleep. Everything will be discussed tomorrow. There are only six people left in the 101 dormitory. no.2 Fanzhuo, no.8 Black Wizard, the second squad leader, the sixth squad leader, the outsider Tuyumen, and Zongjiu. After the second monthly exam, a new squad leader meeting was held for a long time in 101 miles. It''s just that this time the initiator was not Fan Zhuo, but the squad leader of Class 9. The night was silent, and only five of the ten small table lamps that had been lit up in the past are still lit. The white-haired magician was sitting at the table, with his fingers touching on the table top, her face looked a little unhumanly cold under the shining incandescent lamp. Zong Jiu is straight to the point, "Since it''s the last exam, I don''t want to say more about it. The simplest solution to this copy, I believe you all know it." indeed. The easiest way to break this dungeon, in fact, they had already thought of it long before the first monthly exam started. That is unity. If there were no accidental leaks and whistleblowers, they should have passed the first monthly exam by handing in blank papers collectively. After all, the law does not blame the public. No matter how cruel the main system is, it is impossible to put all B-levels in the first round. The trainees are all killed. The rule that the No. 1 Middle School added after knowing their thoughts, on the contrary, is more like a remedy. Hearing what the magician said, the squad leader of Class 6 rolled his eyes and said, ¡°So what? It¡¯s useless to talk about unity at this point. Please, now it¡¯s an average score. If you are united, you can The average score of each class is one thousand needed at the end?" Not only him, the squad leader of the second class also nodded in agreement, "It''s not that we don''t want to create faceless people, but according to this situation, only by transforming enough faceless people can this collective copy have the possibility of surviving." Now the situation is really grim. If it is said that the previous six hundred or eight hundred can still struggle a little bit, the one thousand for the final exam is to completely block everyone''s roads. According to the ideas of these two monitors, the average score is 1,000. It takes about four-fifths of the trainees in the class to transform into faceless people, and the remaining one-fifth should not be too slow. Counting this way, the five classes can only survive almost one class in the end, which coincides with the main system''s intention to drastically reduce the number of trainees, and it is the only way they can think of today. But after experiencing the trouble of poor students in Class 5, Classes 6 and 7 of Class 2 and Class 7 that were originally intended to be effective have been frightened. Now the top students in both classes have their tails caught up and they dare not. If you don''t find it happy for the poor students, you are afraid that they will unite and repeat the tragedy of Class 5. After all, there are not a few faceless people in these three classes. If the poor students are a little bit bloody, they have to be the same as the fifth class. The top five must be occupied by faceless trainees, and no one wants to live. "That''s because you chose the worst path from the beginning." Zong Jiu said coldly, "If this is the case, I''ll just say it. I hope you will absolutely obey me in the next twenty days." These words were cold and cruel, and he shredded the mask to pieces, exposing the dangerous fangs behind him. Tu Yumen looked at him with some worry in his heart. Since the two people in Class Nine, one voluntarily became faceless for the class, and the other voluntarily jumped off the building to raise the average score, the magician seemed to be a different person. It''s hard to describe this feeling, like he had been wandering away from the edge inadvertently before, and now... some kind of prison that bound him was finally opened. No one knew what was in Pandora''s box. These words were merciless, and the two squad leaders blushed. They stood up with a chuckle, with disdain on their faces, "It''s just a B-level trainee like us, why do you want to order me?" The squad leader of Class 6 even snorted and pointed to the three S-classes sitting aside. "The three S-rank adults haven''t spoken yet, you are singing a one-man show here, why are you dragging?" Fan Zhuo, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke, "The magician means what I mean." Tu Yumen cut off his contemplative sight, and then seconded. Even the dark wizard, who has always been a watchman, nodded slightly and agreed. With the light behind his back, he could only see a pair of faint green eyes through the black hood, like a lone wolf at night in the pale snowfield. Only Zong Jiu, who was under his sight, could feel the joyful interest of the other party hiding under this puppet shell. "Satisfied?" The white-haired young man sneered, and there was an obvious sarcasm in his voice. When they were beaten in public, the faces of the two squad leaders turned green and red, which was extremely ugly. But in the end, they are just two B-level trainees, facing the coercion of three S-levels, no one dares to jump out and say that they don''t want to. Even if there were 10,000 unwillingnesses in my heart, I had to pinch my nose to admit it. There was only the squad leader of the sixth class, although he admitted that he was still suffocating. "Okay. Then you said let us listen to you. You have to tell us what plans you have found, what solutions you have found, and how you can make everyone alive. If you just write a bad check here, we will count. Listen to you, you can''t convince us." Not only them, but even the other three S-classes also glanced over. no.2 Support Zong Jiu obviously has his own considerations, maybe some elements of short-term protection are also brought in it. Tu Yumen is a natural type from the beginning to the end. He felt that although the attitude and temperament of the magician were completely different from the previous ones, but the dangerous radar of the natural type non-chief told him that this change was not a bad thing, so he did not hesitate to choose to believe it. other side. As for the black wizard who was manipulated by no.1... the devil just wanted to watch the show purely. The serious magician looked delicious, and he couldn''t help getting excited. Facing the questioning of the squad leader of the sixth class, Zong Jiu knuckles, gently tapping on the table. "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk." One after another, as if the death knell to death and end was sounded for this copy. Although Zong Jiu has been reluctant to admit it. But it is undeniable that this time, he was really angry. The eyes of the white-haired young man seemed to ignite a blazing fire. "My plan is... to destroy this copy." "Use the most venting method, burn it if you can''t blow it up." Chapter 110: first Middle school Destroy this copy? Or use physical means? No one spoke for a while in the dormitory, only breathing was clearly audible. The magician''s knuckle-bending hand was still beating rhythmically on the table, one after another, as if it hit everyone''s heart. Under the dim light, everyone''s expressions are very intuitive. no.2 is still that unsmiling appearance. Tu Yumen felt that the atmosphere was a little strange, and rounded the venue with a smile. The other two monitors were obviously unbelieving. Only the black wizard, Zong Jiu clearly saw that his pale face curled up quietly under his hood. The proposal of this plan is really unexpected. As we all know, in the entire infinite loop, the only person who can destroy the copy is the unknown adult. And the method is unknown, the process is unknown, what everyone sees is just a figure that collapses and leaves on the copy. Why the devil can harvest so many fanatics in this world, in the final analysis, is inseparable from this. For the survivors, the dungeon of horror is like a nightmare. They survive in an infinite loop, and each time they come back from the dungeon, they will get a different number of rest days based on the individual performance and evaluation of the dungeon. If you perform well, you may have a one-month rest period; if you perform poorly, you may only have to enter the next instance in three days. Everyone is struggling to survive in such a desperate dungeon, even the once recognized as the strongest Guiguzi can not break the limit of the dungeon. But the devil can. Not only can he crush the copy, but he can also destroy the copy, playing with the copy lightly in the palm of his hand. Put the root of everyone''s fear on the soles of your feet. That''s why no.1 is firmly in the altar and overlooks all beings. Because besides him, no one can destroy any dungeon of horror, even the lowest-level F-class. The squad leader of Class 6 immediately made a mockery, but facing the cold gaze of the white-haired magician, he got stuck in his throat again in the middle of the words. After a long time, he mumbled quietly. "It''s nice to say, it''s so simple to have a copy that can be ruined, so many S-rank bosses can''t do it early." "You seem to have made a mistake." Zong Jiu smiled, "I don''t have the need to win your trust, I just need you to obey orders." Under the light, the light pink eyes were sharp, like a sharp blade out of the sheath, with a cold light that made people dare not look directly, successfully making the two squad leaders retreat. There was a deep thought in the eyes of the half-vampire sitting aside. Only at this moment did he realize that the little bamboo horse, who used to wear a floral skirt and pigtails when he was a child, followed behind him with tears in tears, has grown to what it is today. Although Zong Jiu¡¯s family is not like Fan Zhuo, which is an oligarchic family that monopolizes a lifeline, it is definitely not bad. It is the most basic to worry about eating and drinking. Even if the source of income is suddenly cut off, the wealth will be squandered for several lifetimes. . Not to mention that the other party is still the spoiled young master in the family. He has been suffering from albinism since he was a child. He is a very beautiful person who is still alive. He has always been a big red in the social circle. Originally, Fan Zhuo had very vague memories of the past, but he didn''t know why, he suddenly recalled many details a few days ago. For example, his assistant once mentioned a few words, saying that this young master Zong Xiao has an arrogant personality, numerous suitors, and a poor reputation. At that time, Fan Zhuo was busy standing up on the family board, and there was no mood to care about these things, but now suddenly thinking back, he only felt that the magician in front of Zong Jiuhe in his memory had a strong sense of disobedience. The basic personality of the survivor will change drastically after entering the infinite loop. In such a distorted environment, psychological breakdown is not uncommon, and it is normal to experience one after another. Even Fan Zhuo himself has changed too much after experiencing several S-level copies. But Zong Jiu is only the first time to enter the horror trainee program. When he was in Las Vegas, Fan Zhuo didn''t rush to recognize each other because his personality was so different from what he remembered. Although Zong Jiu explained later that it was because he had lost his memory, the leader of the Ye Clan still had unstoppable doubts in his heart. After a person loses his memory, he will really become such a temperament, personality...does everything look completely different? no.2 Thinking like this, I suddenly noticed an unusual malice. The half-vampire looked up keenly, but found nothing unusual. The dark wizard sitting opposite cast his eyes down coldly, staring at his thin fingers floating in the black mist, without giving him half of his eyes. ...... After taking a break in the afternoon and evening, the mental state of Class 9 was still poor when the next day was in class. In fact, not only the nine classes, but also the other four classes. No one can study at ease after hearing the requirements of the final exam. Towards the end of the semester, the knowledge points that should be explained and learned have already been explained. At present, class is basically about writing questions and speaking papers. Even in class, all the questions are about difficult Olympiads, and all the trainees who can understand the class can count them with one hand. Perhaps at the end of the semester, the No. 1 Middle School also required the end-of-term enrollment rate, so the school''s control of the trainees was reduced a lot. In the morning, there was not only half an hour of sleep time, but also a study room dedicated to the final sprint was opened in the dormitory at night. If a class feels that there is no need to go to class, you can also apply for self-study through the class teacher, and then go to the office to find a faceless person to answer the question. Of course, behind the slightly looser regulations is the approaching footsteps of death. No matter how or how each class learns, the score line of the final exam will be drawn there, and it will not be reduced, nor will it be changed or reduced by anyone. They all said that there were tears and they didn''t flick, but the trainees in Class 9 collectively had swollen eyes. When everyone arrived in the classroom, looking at the empty seat in the middle, and the faceless man who would never hear anything outside the window, he could not help but blush again. At this moment, everyone clearly realizes one thing-- The lost will never come back again. After Zong Jiu walked into the classroom, he saw the scene of everyone drooping their heads. He closed the door behind him, and suddenly a few white-edged playing cards appeared in the gap between his fingers, and they threw them into several corners of the classroom with lightning speed. "Crackling...zzzz..." The monitors and monitors in the corner were cut off from it and shattered in response, and the iron wire inside rolled out with sparks and cracked to the ground. After doing all this, the magician turned his head, the white hair behind him blended with the sky outside the glass window, like the cold snow that never melted on the top of the Alps. Zong Jiu''s tone was very ordinary, as usual, without ups and downs, and still always calm. "There can be no fewer people in Class Nine. I will take as many people out as there are in Class Nine now." Anyone can hear the deep anger buried under the calm surface. Except for the 15th, which is almost the same as brain death, the other ninety-seven people looked at him. No one speaks, only low sobbing, no words are needed at this moment. "From today, we don''t have to learn." Raising points is always more difficult than beginners. What''s more, the exam papers of No.1 Middle School also included 100 points of Olympiad questions, which is equivalent to one thousand and fifty points of volume, and getting one thousand points is simply a fantasy. Let alone 30 days, even if they were given another 120 days to the class, they would not be able to pull the average score of the class to the end of the final exam without continuing to transform the Faceless Man. Since the method of learning alone is no longer useful, why should I learn? To meet everyone''s doubting eyes, Zong Jiu coldly. "Ninety-nine and fifteenth can''t die in vain, and this hatred must be reported." That''s right. The whole class of trainees clenched their fists. "The plan is to be implemented on the day of the final exam. We don''t need the exam anymore." Bai Faqing youthful downplayed, "Just give this copy to their funeral, okay?" Ninety-seven people were shocked and said in unison, "Okay!" Although the monitor and monitor were removed, the barrage is still there. All the survivors watching the live broadcast in the live broadcast room are all stupid. [Fuck, what the magician said is not what I thought...] [I also want to say, although I know he has always been crazy, but this tm is too crazy, you know, that adult is also in this copy, is this really not going to fight?] [Woo, it''s burning! Class 9 wants revenge! ¡¿ [Alas, although I think it is really too difficult to destroy the dungeon, it is more difficult than surviving from this dungeon, but the magician can always create miracles, even if it fails in the end, I will remember the moving moment of this moment] [Come on magician, come on class 9! By the way, I am obviously a loyal fan of adults, why would I climb the wall (you)] ...... Zong Jiu''s plan is about to begin. But before that, he had to let everyone listen to him. This plan long ago, Zong Jiu had already thought about it when he learned the clues from the paper **** at Tuyumen about the sinking pond. The plan is very simple. The only drawback is that you have to wait for the final exam to be implemented. The success rate is as high as 99%. It requires very close cooperation and strict time constraints. Any mistake will not work. In order to avoid the appearance of leakers or informers like the first monthly exam, Zong Jiu needs the absolute obedience and cooperation of everyone. The problem is difficult to solve here. He doesn''t trust anyone. But this disbelief is also divided into levels. Speaking of this matter alone, Tuyumen and Fanzhuo can be divided into the scope that will cooperate with his plan. The squad leaders of the other two classes are the greedy and fearful generations, and there is nothing to fear. What is now before everyone is a dead end, greed of life and fear of death have turned out to match his strengths. In addition, the only problem is the unstable factors in the remaining four classes. For example, those whistleblowers who have survived by chance, they can report once, and naturally they can report a second time. In order to put an end to this hidden danger, Zong Jiu went straight to the point and asked the monitors of other classes to call these unstable factors over. He grabbed these people and took them directly to the devil''s office. Ninety-nine sacrificed to save the whole class, which means that Zong Jiu''s reward in no.1 failed to redeem. He thought of a better way to use this [Let npc cooperate in action]. For example now. Zong Jiu threw these people over and issued an order unceremoniously, "Let them listen to me and don''t make trouble." He is holding his head and squinting at his no.1:......? Chapter 111: first Middle school The devil is in a good mood. During the recent period of time, he manipulated No.8 to watch the show everywhere, and he has not lost the front-line fun. Although things did not develop as he thought during the second monthly exam, it was not bad. Of course, the most interesting one is the magician who has torn off the surface of peace. no.1 is very much looking forward to what kind of beast he will release, especially after the other party said "will destroy this copy", the devil''s heart''s interest has reached its peak. The magician after the change of attitude is so delicious, so delicious that he can''t help but want to unpack this beautifully wrapped gift box in advance to see what a surprise baby is inside. Before Zong Jiu came to his office, No.1 had been waiting for him here in his spare time. The moment the white-haired magician opened the door, the demon was sitting behind the desk, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at him with a smile on his head. "The teaching office just contacted me not long ago. I heard that you removed all the monitors in your class?" The man played with the pen with his fingertips, as if asking casually, but his tone was vaguely expressing appreciation. Unexpectedly, it was not just a white-haired young man who came in. There was still a group of people behind him. Behind Zong Jiu, the trainees brought by the coercion were all standing at the door, and their faces that had just been flaunted after seeing the no.1 in the office died down one by one, revealing sheer fear. These trainees are all thorns in several other classes. They do not obey the managers and former whistleblowers, which are unstable factors in the group. When the monitors of each class brought these people, none of them were convinced, but after Zong Jiu threatened to bring them to find this adult, they became quail one by one. "Hurry up, don''t waste time, go in." The squad leader of Class 6 pushed these people into the office impatiently, and carefully glanced at No.1 inside with a zeal and admiration, until the door slammed shut in front of him with a bang. These trainees didn''t dare to get out of the atmosphere after they came in, and they were trembling visibly in place with their naked eyes. Only the white-haired young man standing in front of them was not only not afraid at all, but even bluntly ordered, "Let them absolutely obey me." no.1 raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, Zong Jiu said coldly, as if he knew what he was going to say in advance, "Your Excellency is useless in the second monthly exam. The npc cooperation rewards will continue to be used, but Divide?" The truth is that there is nothing wrong with it, but this requirement for cooperation is really worthy of scrutiny. The devil squinted his dark golden eyes to look at him, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more dangerous. His gaze swept over the trainees who were standing in the corner of the office, trying hard to retract themselves, and their voices were indistinct. "You let me manipulate these ants?" No.1 is indeed the ability to have a puppet master, but the problem is that he is not willing to manipulate anything. Like Sheng Yu at the beginning, it was to get close to an abandoned son of a magician. Lin Guoxing was to control a chess piece of Azan in black. Those who can be controlled by the devil are either a springboard or directly the ultimate goal of the devil. Even if there is an intermediate value, it is just a castaway to achieve the goal. Several trainees thought he was angry, their knees softened, and trembling, they wanted to kneel on the ground. On the contrary, Zong Jiu, like an unrelated outsider, nodded his head indifferently, and asked a rhetorical question at the end. "Your Excellency won''t keep your promise, will you?" The black-haired demon looked at him for a long time with meaningful and creepy eyes. In the next second, the tapestry-style scarlet curtains at the back of the office went without wind. The light in the dimly lit room was flickering, and it was gloomy for no reason. The man sitting at his desk lazily raised his hand. The cold wind blew up from the flat ground, abruptly pulling down the temperature of the entire room by several degrees. Around the pair of white gloves, thousands of invisible silk threads seemed to have escaped from the void, and each one was glowing with a cold metal like cold light, which was unstoppable. It''s a pity that only two people in the office can see it. At dusk, the dim sunlight penetrated through the raised curtains, spreading on the brown wood floor of the office, reflecting a crisscross pattern of dark shadows, revealing indescribable fear. The trainees opened their eyes one by one, their faces twisted in horror, but before they had time to speak, they stopped in their throats forever, their heads drooped and stood silently one by one. After doing all this, the man got up from the desk, his eyes smiled, "Enough?" This is the first time Zong Jiu has seen the devil use the power of the puppet master in front of him. He put forward the request for the reward, and then deliberately brought these people over, in fact, he also had the meaning of blatant temptation in his heart. After all, not long ago, no.1 also reached the key clue that Zong Jiu does not belong to this world. Now it is nothing more than ruling the human body by the way of the human being. I have to say that after the complete viewing is over, it is impossible not to be jealous. Such unpredictable methods, no matter where they are placed, will evoke fear in people''s hearts. The most frightening thing is that Zong Jiu is not just a temptation, he also deliberately brought a year-level thorn head over. In general, there are nearly ten, in order to see where the demon puppet master¡¯s ability ends. How many people need other conditions besides physical contact and bloodshed to achieve complete manipulation. But he made a mistake. no.1 didn''t even touch anyone directly, just moved his fingers lightly, and turned the trainees present into his puppets. But he did reveal certain conditions of his abilities before, and Zong Jiu didn''t think the devil would be interested in lying on this issue. So the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, "Enough is enough, but are you sure they have been manipulated? Doesn''t your ability require physical contact to activate?" The devil smiled, "Under normal circumstances, it is indeed so good, but in this instance... there are always some unexpected gains." Seeing that Zong Jiu still wanted to speak, the man suddenly took a step forward, bends down ambiguously, and put his finger against his mouth. "Hush, your reward has been honored." The soft fabric can''t stop the cold body afterwards, and it makes the thin lips colder. Zong Jiu raised his head slightly, and stared at him without showing any weakness. Deep in his pupils, the flames that had been ignited not long ago were still shining brightly. The devil looked down at him, only feeling that the cells and blood all over his body were clamoring to destroy him. But he calmed down, like an active volcano suppressing gushing magma, also because he knew that the food should be cooked to the best temperature before eating to enjoy the deliciousness. The index finger of the glove was slightly bent, and he touched the young man''s lips intentionally or unintentionally. The man''s voice was dull, with an unbearable hoarse, and extremely sultry. "If I tell you everything, there will be no fun in solving puzzles, little magician." "Now, let me see how you can destroy this copy." "Don''t forget, you still owe me one more time." ...... After leaving the office, Zong Jiu''s face was clouded. This time the temptation can only be said to be evenly divided. He couldn''t get more information about the ability of No.1, but he achieved his goal, at least making the disobedient people become obedient. Whether this "obedient" manipulated by No.1 is really obedient, no one knows. The least that can be said is that even if these people don''t cooperate with his work, as long as they don''t cause trouble, Zong Jiu has no more demands on them. He returned to the classroom. The next arrangement is that there is no arrangement. The monitors of the other two classes obviously lacked trust in his plan. They planned to put the eggs in two baskets, and asked the whole class to work hard in the remaining 30 days, trying to reach the 1,000-point mark. On the side, it can be considered a two-handed preparation. Only the painting style of Class Nine is incompatible with them. Zong Jiu said that he didn''t need to study in the next time, and the trainees of Class 9 really didn''t study. Every day, the class was either to hold a seminar or to tear up a few draft papers and gather together to play cards. I go to bed at ten o''clock every night. After these ten days, my dark circles have basically faded, and I feel refreshed. In the first weekly test, their scores for the whole class did not rise but fell, and they dropped from more than 800 to more than 750, shocking the entire grade and the barrage live broadcast room. [No...Class 9 believes in magicians that way? Their state is like giving up hope.] [I am also worried here, watching them eat, sleep, and play every day, and all the other live broadcast rooms are nervously writing questions, I wonder if I went to the wrong set] [But the problem is that Class 9 doesn¡¯t have a backup plan, so I won¡¯t talk about how difficult it is to destroy the instance. They don¡¯t even prepare a way out. I¡¯m really sweating.] [Maybe the masters are brave, anyway, this copy will be closed in more than ten days anyway, by then it will be clear whether the 9th class can be seen at a glance, and why are you worrying about it?] Indeed, no matter what the outside world evaluates or guesses, Class 9 just stays still and what should I do. Finally, just after the second weekly test, a new clue was sent to Zong Jiu. As early as last month, the paper **** of Tuyumen lost contact near the sinking pond of the iron gate. The only information that can be known is that in the last picture sent to him by the paper god, a faceless teacher seemed to see the paper in the corner, took a broom and swept the paper nearby. At the same time, because that area was really too grieving, it greatly reduced the spiritual power attached to the paper god. As a result, when everyone felt that the paper **** had been brave and righteous, while sleeping a few days ago, Tu Yumen suddenly had a dream. There will be some subtle connections between the onmyoji and the shikigami, especially the shikigami that is completely nurtured by the onmyoji spiritual power. It is very likely that it will be in a dream state before its spiritual power is insufficient or completely disappeared. , Pass the final pictures and clues to their owners. There was nowhere to look for the iron shoes. This clue happened to come from the iron gate near the sinking pond, which often had no faces, but did not know its purpose. It is very possible that the paper **** was brought in by chance and got such an unexpected clue. In the picture passed back by Shikishen, there are stacks of snow-white papers, and there are scenes of faceless people around the round table making questions. That room turned out to be the question paper bank of No.1 Middle School. Chapter 112: first Middle school This new clue that Tomimon knew caused the 101 dormitory to hold another monitor meeting. There is no doubt that if there is a question bank next to the sinking pool, there is much more room for manipulation. The first thought of the squad leader of Class 6 and Class 2 was to sneak in and steal a test question. As long as they knew what the question was in advance, wouldn¡¯t the final exam be able to pass the final exam safely? Can all pass. Now everyone is a grasshopper tied to a rope. After the squad leader of Class 5 asks for trouble, no one wants to use this copy to carry out a major cleansing, and at least put collective interests first. Zong Jiu raised his eyelids at their thoughts, "You can''t keep this copy." The monitor of Class 6 was unhappy. They are not optimistic about the whimsical idea of ??the magician destroying the copy. In the past, I was under pressure to dare not say, but now another way is clear. Everyone is definitely willing to choose the simple one. After all, what is the difficulty of destroying a copy, and what is the difficulty of stealing an exam paper? It is definitely easier to get the test questions than to destroy the copy, the risk is not that big, and the benefits are gratifying. "It''s useless to say it now." The white-haired young man poured cold water into the basin, "Whether it is destroying the copy or stealing the paper, you have to enter the iron door. You can''t get in, and it''s just for nothing to say this." other people:"......" Indeed, it doesn¡¯t matter what the purpose is, what matters is how to sneak in. It is known that two teaching assistants holding iron whips are guarding the iron gate for 24 hours from morning to night. There is a two-hour shift. There is only one dead end in the middle. If you approach it, you will be warned. If you don¡¯t leave, you will just wait on the whip. Once there is any commotion, the alarm will be sounded and the teaching assistants of the whole school will rush to the scene as soon as possible. "This is a survival copy. My plan cannot be implemented until the day before the final exam is due." Zong Jiu wiped his hands, "As for you, if you have ideas that are different from mine, please go to the sinking pool to try. It is your ability to steal the test paper, and I will only follow my plan." This class meeting ended very quickly. After all, several S-classes looked very interested, and planned to join forces with the magician to try if they could really destroy this copy. However, the two monitors of Class 6 and Class 2 were still suspicious and did not dare to bet all the treasures on the last day like they did. Sure enough, the squad leader of Class 6 and Class 2 of Toutie organized. Class 1 also borrowed some manpower for them and tried to break into the problem room in the sinking pool. They had a good idea. At first, they followed the old basketball game and made a half-vampire accidentally pretend to commit suicide and die. However, this time, the teaching assistants were all clever, and first carried the people to the playground, planning to divide the corpse first and then throw it into the sinking pond. At this moment, the half-vampire was frightened and lifted the white cloth to stand up. Although their vampires have a good recovery ability, who would want to break their arms and legs? The monitors of the two classes came back to discuss, and still did not give up. "We have to change the way and try to get people away?" "It makes sense, let''s try to ask the boss of Tuyumen." You don''t have to break in, as long as you can put the paper **** in the crack of the door, the paper **** can turn the test questions into pictures and pass them over. They selected a faceless man and secretly hid the paper **** on his body, waiting for him to enter behind the iron gate. But I don¡¯t know if the grievance is too serious, or the problem room is close to the sinking pool. Although the paper-style **** has been mixed in again, the picture returned is vague and only a few questions can be seen. And the loss of spiritual power is particularly large. Seeing this trick was useless, they even came up with the next plan, trying to harass the teaching assistant standing in front of the iron gate, but the school noticed it, not only driving away the harassing person, but also strengthening it. After being warned, four people are now guarding. On the second day, the dean announced on the flag-raising platform that the final exam will be divided into four types of ABCD papers. The questions of each paper are out of order, so that all students do not have a fluke. In this regard, the trainees in Class 9 are very helpless with this group of pig teammates. Class 9 has been silently watching the other classes'' troubles, but they didn''t get any information, and the school was aware of the clues and became defensive. Zong Jiu sighed, "It doesn''t matter. I didn''t expect them to be of any use. It''s OK if they don''t add chaos. As long as the iron gate is still there, it won''t matter how many people guard it." These days, Class Nine seems to be playing, but in fact they joined No.2 of Class One and started to prepare without a trace. They first used their spare time and rare physical education classes to step on the spot everywhere in the school. The whole class was divided into nine different teams. Each team was responsible for an area and drew the plan of the entire school. In addition, they also brought a lot of books and test papers from other classes silently. Everyone had a thick stack on the table. Standing on the podium, they could only see the lowered heads on the table below. Faceless. [I am really more and more curious about how the magician will destroy this copy. I said that it should be blown up before. Is it just borrowing the biogas digester? But it¡¯s hard to sneak in there.] [Yes, destroying the copy should be destroyed in the physical sense. It is really difficult to say that this criterion is true. If you accidentally kill the npc, don''t you have to deduct the score? ¡¿ [...It''s true, I didn''t expect it if you didn''t say it. If the score is deducted, don''t you have to punish the copy? ¡¿ [No, no, no, the upstairs must not be the admirer of that adult. If it can meet the standard of the main system to determine that the copy has been destroyed, not only will the score not be deducted, but the score will increase. But of course, if you fail to reach this criterion and kill the dungeon npc again, it will be cool. Otherwise, do you think why so many survivors wanted to follow the example of that adult, but ended up with an under-scoring and an obliteration on the spot? ¡¿ [Thanks for the science popularization upstairs, I understand, it must be very difficult to reach the judging standard, I hope Class 9 can cheer up, look at their appearance, they are planning to go all the way to the dark] ...... Time passed day by day, like a white horse passing by, flashing and disappearing. Finally it''s the day before the final exam. The atmosphere of the whole grade is extremely tense, like a stretched string, which may be cut off from the middle at any time. By now, the monitors of Class 6 and Class 2 also gave up the idea of ??stealing the test papers, pinched their noses and got on his thief boat. Almost no one slept last night, and everyone lost sleep. Of course, the people here do not include Zong Jiu. After getting up the next day, Zong Jiu slowly tidied the quilt, and sat on the bedroom table and folded a paper airplane into his pocket. Then he walked to the classroom leisurely, not wanting to hit head-on at the corner of the stairs of the teaching building. Come up with an acquaintance. The black-haired man is still in suit and leather shoes, his shoes are shiny, and he looks like a scumbag. He leaned lazily against the wall, playing with a familiar rose dullly in his hand, obviously waiting here on purpose for a long time. Zong Jiu: "..." The thorns of this rose look familiar. Could it be that no.1 was spent on survival points and redeemed from the main system, right? "Don''t get in the way." His voice is cold. "Don''t be so fierce." no.1 is still that irritating smile, "I''m here to help you." help him? Will the no.1 who always like to pick things up and watch the lively be so kind? Zong Jiu fully expressed his attitude with a sneer. The demon showed a hypocritically injured expression, with one hand over his chest and pretending to salute, while the other hand pushed the rose forward. This time, Zong Jiu finally learned the true face of the flower in the opponent''s hand from the cold notification sound of the main system. [The tutor has turned off the hidden system] [B-level props: the rose of planet B612] [Prop purpose: randomly fix any object, the time limit is three minutes] [Note: This item is a consumable item, remaining usage times: 3 times. But because of the particularity of the props, it can be used regardless of the banned conditions of all props. After the number of uses is exhausted, it will turn into an ordinary rose that never fades] The rose of planet B612? It''s strange that a demon will carry the little prince''s roses with him. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. It''s just that this time he didn''t refuse, instead he reached out and took it very simply. How can there be any props that I don¡¯t want to send to my door? What''s more, the purpose of this item seems to be so in line with his heart. Whether it is used for yin or harm, it is first-rate, and maybe no.1 will be able to lift a rock and hit his own foot in the future. At the moment when the young man''s slender hands received the rose handle, the other hand did not retreat but moved forward, but rather naturally covered his hand. Zong Jiu raised his eyes somewhat unexpectedly, "What? Not willing?" The devil shrugged, "Why? Since the moment I gave it to you, it has been yours." No one can tell that he is in a good mood now. Of course he was in a good mood, because the magician gave him a big gift before he even noticed it. The man nodded his lips with a happy expression, "You look like this now, it''s really tiring and unbearable." His voice was lowered, with the usual ambiguous hoarseness. "I hope you haven''t forgotten our agreement. After this copy...I await your answer and hope you make the right decision." ...... The exam is only after the early reading, which is the last half an hour before the exam can give the trainees a breather. All the trainees in Class 9 had long been dressed neatly. No one was sitting on their seats. Everyone was standing, divided into ten columns, standing neatly in the classroom, looking solemn and calm. Apart from them, there are only the faceless people who are still sitting in the classroom, and the vacant position that will never come back. Everyone knew in their hearts that they were going to avenge Ninety Nine and Fifteen. Thirty days of preparation, just like that. Zong Jiu said nothing after coming in. The white-haired young man stood at the door of the classroom, watching the daylight rising outside not long. The sun shines on the school building made of bones, the playground piled with flesh and blood, and the roots of the trees peeled off with human skins. It is so cold that there is no trace of temperature. In fact, it really looks like a tomb here. There are currently twenty minutes left before the exam time. Zong Jiu saw teaching assistants appear from the playground one after another. He walked out of the classroom, made a gesture to the half-vampire in the distance across the corridor, and finally nodded towards the class and gave a cold call. "start to act." Chapter 113: first Middle school In fact, when the action should start is also a piece of knowledge worthy of scrutiny. Their main task in this dungeon is to survive, and the time when the dungeon is closed is also very convenient, which happens to be 12 noon on the 120th day. Today is for the exam. Yesterday the lights out time was earlier and the time to wake up was also earlier. It only takes less than half an hour to open the previous ten classes to correct the test papers. Five classes will only be faster. At most ten minutes will be able to produce results. Coupled with short and rapid results reading, there is plenty of time. Punishment of trainees. Presumably the main system is making decisions at this twelve o''clock noon time. As we all know, all the teaching assistants guard them during the exam. As long as they are on the playground, they will be reduced to fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered that can''t even use special props. So of course they would not choose to do it after the exam, they have to do it first in order to keep the first chance and win a little bit of victory. The barrage was already ready, and after watching this no.1 nervously, the first trainee who dared to openly challenge to destroy the copy. [Since I have come to this point, there is nothing to say, go on in Class 9, go on all the B-level trainees! ¡¿ [Come on! Everyone in our team is watching at the base, nervous. jpg] Just after Zong Jiuyi''s order, the nine columns of Class Nine came out from the front and back doors of the class in order. He doesn¡¯t need to say much anymore, because today¡¯s plan has long been engraved in the hearts of every trainee in Class 9, intertwined with their sorrowful emotions when they lost their two companions, and finally turned into a raging anger, which is bound to destroy this copy. They accompany. Not long after, the trainees of Class 9 in the corridor disappeared in a hurry, leaving only two columns of people behind him. The class next door came over. This matter was very stubborn in Class Nine. They used alternatives and informed other classes of their plans, but they required that the most important part must be completed by Class Nine, even if there was a possibility of injury in the middle. Everyone knows what is behind it. It is really rare to have such a friendship in such a collective copy. Since someone is rushing up to be a forward, who would want to grab it? Naturally, I went with Class 9. A team led people first, and Tongjiu nodded and hurriedly went downstairs. They had to rush to the iron gate a little bit faster to stop those assistants who might be attracted by the alarm. The Tu Yumen followed Zong Jiu, and the Yin and Yang Talisman in his hand was ready to go. On the other side, the black wizard and Fan Zhuo had nothing to do with themselves, the other indifferent and serious. The black wizard no.1 manipulated Zong Jiu thanked God if he didn''t mess up, and didn''t expect him to do anything at all. As for Fan Zhuo, he had already communicated with Zong Jiu for another task, and now he dispatched a half vampire to the playground. Everyone has their own tasks, and there is no need to communicate at critical junctures. Zong Jiu hurriedly nodded at them, and led the second team downstairs together, cutting straight to the center of the iron gate. Four teaching assistants were now standing at the door of the iron gate, and there were other faceless men coming in and out. Seeing unrelated people waiting in the direction of the iron gate, the teaching assistants clenched the whips in their hands vigilantly. "The school is a major place. Unrelated people please leave quickly, and stay here is forbidden!" It''s not to blame them for bad luck, but at this time, many teaching assistants are carrying papers inside the iron gate. But if they missed this time, they couldn''t lead everyone out of the dormitory earlier, unavoidably. Fortunately, they had expected the situation a long time ago. All the trainees took out their own special props in a thunderous manner. The trainees assigned to the second team were all body enhancers carefully selected by Zong Jiu, and there were many half-vampires in them, who directly stopped the assistants with brute force and prevented them from interfering. The Onmyoji flashed away, and a quick seal began in his hand, and the bright blue spiritual power spell rose from the palm of his hand, passing the assistants one by one lightly, and rushed straight to the iron gate behind him. "boom--" In the next second, the iron gate suddenly opened under the strength of the crowd, exposing the dark walkway behind it, and the wind was blowing. "fast!" They were overjoyed and rushed towards there. At the same time, the harsh sirens sounded on the campus of No. 1 Middle School. "Dududu¡ª" Almost the moment the alarm sounded, the teaching assistants of No.1 Middle School all paused for a second and rushed towards the iron gate, dragging the barbed iron whip in their hands. Several teams of trainees who had been guarding outside immediately swarmed up, blocking any of the necessary roads leading to the iron gate. From the question bank came the teacher''s roar, "It''s the opposite! These students are really upside-down!" The lead Zong Jiu brought Tu Yumen and two trainees to break through the siege. The moment the alarm sounded, everyone realized that something was wrong. Because the special props in their hands lost their effectiveness at the same instant. coming. Zong Jiu and Onmyoji exchanged glances, no longer delayed, regardless of rushing forward. Since the trainees who were executed on the playground were banned from using special props, they guarded against this move. Now that it is really realized, although everyone''s hearts are sinking, they are not panicked, and they are suddenly confused. . Where they were only one step away from the entrance of the sinking corpse pool, Zong Jiu kicked it up, but didn''t want a strong force to come from the bottom of his feet. He was also taken aback for a while, and exploded with a foul language. "Fuck." The sinking corpse pool is actually locked! It¡¯s the first time they have entered behind the sinking pond. With the ability of the paper god¡¯s paper, it is naturally impossible to open the door to see if it is locked. This is because the agencies in their plan cannot control the calculations. The variables of living. But now I can''t tolerate them to think about it. Zong Jiu took out the ballpoint pen in his pocket and poke a few times towards the keyhole. Seeing this, Tu Yumen quickly took out two paper clips from his pocket and handed them over, "Use this!" Fortunately, unlocking is really not a difficult task for the magician. After all, many large-scale large-scale magicians lock the magician in the center of the stage and escape through the secret path. In order to prevent errors in such a thrilling situation, magicians will rehearse unlocking skills before this to prevent stage accidents. The only problem is-if you are faced with an unfamiliar lock, the longer it will take to unlock it. Zong Jiu quickly broke the paperclip into a long wire-like strip and stretched it into the keyhole. The barrage looked very anxious. [It''s over, how did you lock it? Could it be that the monitors of those two classes aroused the school''s vigilance last time? ¡¿ [What to do, now the special props have no effect, without the props, the force of the dungeon Npc is undoubtedly absolutely crushing over the top of the trainee¡¯s head, alas] [Even if the magician unlocks the lock again, it is impossible for the magician to open the door of the corpse pool in a short while, then again, why do they have to open the door of the corpse pool? Is it possible that there is a ghost in the pool that can destroy the world once it is released] [It¡¯s not impossible, so many people died in this school. According to the law of horror copy, I still don¡¯t believe it¡¯s ghosts] Just as Zong Jiu concentrated on unlocking the lock, a new situation appeared in the cramped passage inside the iron gate. There were still many faceless people in the test room. After losing their special abilities, Tu Yumen and the trainees violently pulled the handles, trying to tighten the door to prevent the deans who were locked inside from coming out. But without special abilities, everyone is ordinary people, where is better than a faceless assistant? Not just outside the sinking pool, but also outside the iron gate. There are too many teaching assistants in No.1 Middle School. When the previous ten classes were still there, the invigilators used to stand a few meters apart, which almost prevented cheating. With so many teaching assistants, the number is almost the same as the number of trainees in five classes. After suddenly losing the role of the props, the situation outside has undergone earth-shaking changes. The power of the npc is too strong, and the trainees cannot parry with their bare hands. Fortunately, everyone had listened to the command before. Everyone had at least one book in his hand, and nothing else could be used to resist the whistling iron whip. Despite this, they were forced to retreat step by step. "No, we have to buy time for Brother Jiu!" Seeing the teaching assistants push the battle line to the gate of the iron gate like a broken bamboo, and when they were about to break through the defense line, the trainees of Class 9 roared, "Brothers, come on, what are you still doing in a daze? One minute is one minute! Fifteen and ninety-nine revenge!" The next moment, the trainees in other classes watched with jaw-dropping eyes as Class 9 rushed forward. Ignoring the obstruction of the whip, they held hands and turned their backs to the teaching assistants to form a long wall of people, firmly guarding the entrance of the stairs. The howling iron whip flew from the air and landed on the trainee''s back. Almost immediately, the sore flesh and blood suddenly sounded. Scarlet blood and minced meat adhered to the barbs of the iron whip, tickled and rolled down to the blue-gray ground, stained with shocking colors. All the people in Class 9 were shocked, cold sweat broke out from the foreheads, but the soles of their feet seemed to have taken root, unwilling to take a step back. Whip after whip fell off, and there was a muffled snort. No one backed down. The trainees who stopped the four teaching assistants at the door of the iron gate clung to their waists tightly, their backs were **** and they didn''t say anything. "We...want to give...fifteen and ninety-nine... revenge." This scene fell on the hearts of the trainees in other classes, and I don''t know how they felt. Ask yourself, it is absolutely impossible for them to take revenge on a dead person and hurt themselves for this purpose. It is precisely because of this that after seeing this scene, the impact and shock on the soul will be more intense. [I burst into tears oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ooh] [I''m so anxious, I''m so anxious, I''m so crying] [When they said they wanted revenge on Ninety-Nine and Fifteenth, I really burst into tears] [Come on! I sincerely hope that I can destroy this copy, and persistence is victory! ¡¿ On the other side, the negative corner next to the sinking pool couldn''t hold it for long. The door of the test room opened with an unpleasant noise from the inside. Tuyumen''s pupils shrank suddenly, and he couldn''t even bother to speak. A burst of gravity came from behind, and he staggered and was pushed aside. At this moment, the three trainees of the 9th class of the second team made the same choices as if they were connected to each other without communication. They rushed straight to the door, blocked the door of the test room with their bodies, acting as a human wall, and roared in pain. The dean''s roar echoed in the narrow corridor. Zong Jiu squatted on the ground, and the palm of his hand, who had never changed color, was also slightly sweaty. He was just opening the lock, not inaudible. The crying and screaming from the sky outside, and the sound of whipping from behind, all telling him how this precious time was exchanged. He abandoned thinking, calmed down, and struggled with the lock on hand. I don¡¯t know how long it has been, maybe it¡¯s so long, it¡¯s so long that it finally wraps around the movement inside the keyhole. When you just need to circumvent it again, you can open it-- A faint voice came from Zong Jiushen. "Hurry... Hurry, we can''t hold it anymore." Just after speaking this sentence, the speaker fell down with a "boom". The black shadow covered Zong Jiu''s head, and the assistant who broke through the line of defense first in the darkness grabbed the magician''s collar and tried to pull him back with brute force. It was at this moment that the lock hung in front of the sunken corpse pool finally fell. At the moment of being pulled back, Zong Jiu kicked forward with one foot, with the other hand he grasped the trainee from Class 9 who had just fallen down and was still angry, and yelled, "Quit all!" With that said, he directly used a trick to get rid of Jin Chan''s shell, and opened the zipper on his chest back with his hand. He directly broke away the insignificant blue and white school uniform jacket, and pushed a few trainees forward violently. The trainees guarding the door were already on standby, Zong Jiu pushed them over, and they were responsible for pulling, pulling and pulling, and instantly pulled out a few of the second team members who were blocking the door. Zong Jiu''s order seemed to have lifted a ban, and everyone who heard the signal shouted at the same time, relayed the signal, and stepped away. The trainees who had just formed the human wall also let go of the hands held by each other and ran towards the open area marked on the previous map. The heavy door of the sinkhole slowly opened. The disgusting smell of corpses mixed with the odor of decayed grease, instantly came out from the bottomless door. Tu Yumen also ran outwards, and glanced inside with the faint light of the corridor before leaving. The true face of the sinkhole is a pothole that occupies almost a quarter of the school''s playground. Inside there are a section of human fingers that have not had time to rot. The white bones are mixed with black blood. They float up and down in the unidentified pool of brown and dark green. Sometimes you can see half of the brain squirming white maggots. Human head. The most floating black hairs on the surface of the pool, because they are the same as bones, which are degraded and need to be salvaged by someone at regular intervals. And the black-haired wall next to it was densely packed, almost filling the remaining vacant corners outside the sinking pond. Rao is the Onmyoji who is used to seeing big scenes, and he feels a little uncomfortable at first glance. He couldn''t imagine which piece here belonged to the 99th who was willing to give his life for Class Nine. The next moment Onmyoji was also pushed by Zong Jiu and was successfully dragged out. By then, only Zong Jiu was left in the entire corridor. He took out the B-grade rosette prop, without looking at it, and turned a little behind him. The dean is still in the exam room, pushing people out, swearing in his mouth. It is bound to make these students who dare to make trouble on the day of the final exam look good. However, in the next second, he realized that he could not go. It was not that he could not go, but the teaching assistant who was the first to walk to the door of the question bank and wanted to close the iron door was fixed in place. Taking advantage of this hard-won respite, Zong Jiu flashed another blocking hand, rolled on the ground, and instantly rolled across the corridor with an extremely flexible posture, and came to the iron gate. During the performance of this stunt, he took out the paper airplane that he had already prepared in his pocket. The magician squatted on the ground, holding the paper airplane in one hand, and holding the lighter close to the nose of the paper airplane in the other. The flame was ignited with the light behind it, licked from the lighter mouth to the paper, and jumped out of a bright golden red color, like a reminder of death walking slowly. The moment the paper airplane was lit, the white-haired young man slowly stood up with a cold face and unhuman cruelty. The slender hand suddenly threw the burning paper airplane into the underground corridor that had long been filled with gas from the sinkhole. In an instant, the flames that were only burning on the paper followed the advancing trajectory and suddenly lit up, getting brighter and brighter, and the fire burned bigger and bigger, turning into an angry fire dragon in the air, rushing straight towards the biogas pool. Past. [Fuck, fuck, how come this fire is so big all of a sudden, **** me, what''s going on] [Wait, I get it! ! The corpse tank is also a biogas tank. What kind of gas is produced in the biogas tank? Sisters, think about it with your head! ¡¿ [CH4 methane, it''s methane! Everyone who has studied high school chemistry knows that this is a kind of combustible gas, woc, it turns out that they were prepared long ago! Awesome! ¡¿ At the end of the day, Zong Jiu gently climbed up the railing of the stairs and yelled, "Get down!" After all, the paper airplane is just a fuse, and the excitement is yet to come. When methane and air are mixed to ignite, explosion/explosion is very easy to occur. "Rumble¡ª" In an instant, the earth moved and the mountains shook, as much as the sky collapsed and the earth cracked. A fierce fire rose to the sky from the narrow room, coming like hell, swallowing everything. In fact, there is a better way. They can rush in to find the answer when they find the problem room, and they can cheat collectively, so at least there will be no casualties. But no one is willing to choose such a gentle way, preferring to bomb the school straightforwardly, even if there are many loopholes, even if oneself will be injured, that does not matter, because this method is the best way to relieve one''s anger. The blood shed must be repaid with other blood. The trainees of Class 9 laughed in the fire. They threw the books they had prepared for a long time on the flame-covered door in the basement, or they simply lit them and ran happily and threw them to other places in the school. , So that the fire will expand even more. They successfully ignited this broken school with a fire and ninety-seven hearts of revenge. Chapter 114: first Middle school The moment the paper airplane rushed into the sinking pool, the small cluster of undulating flames at the tip suddenly soared, not only igniting the airplane in an instant, but even directly setting off a wall of fire that was more than two meters high. The blazing fireworks burst out from the iron gate with a "boom--". In almost a short period of time, a large swath of air was burned into a sea of ??flames, and the iron gate was hotly twisted and turned red. Methane is a directly combustible gas. It only needs a little spark to ignite it. What''s more, the corpse sink is essentially a huge biogas tank. There are too many corpses deposited in it, and the anaerobic environment is full of flammable and explosive gases. At this time, you only need to lightly click to get unexpected surprises. . For example...explosion. After Zong Jiu shouted "get down", everyone did what they wanted without thinking. The huge waves of scorching air blasted up into the sky, as if engulfing the resentment of many people who were buried in this school, they let out a sorrowful cry, and the hair of the people lying on the ground was curled up. Once the fire was ignited, it was unstoppable, and it spread to the inside of the sinking pond in just a few seconds. At almost the same time, the ground of the playground cracked directly. The bricks and tiles made of cement were exploded into the air. The flowerbeds on the side were blown to pieces, and yellow sand, earth and rocks flew randomly. The trainees had been prepared for the explosion a long time ago. They either hid on the stairs of the teaching building one by one, or hid in the corner of the playground not covered by the sinking pool. Only a few unlucky ones were hit by the earth and rocks from the explosion, crying out. Roll to the ground with a sound. The teaching assistants are not so lucky. The assistant coach who was stopped in the iron gate almost received the number one shock and was the first to be buried in the flames. Those on the playground who hadn''t had time to escape were also thrown to the ground. The flesh without facial features on their faces twisted together, and a thin slit in their lips cracked and roared, looking horrified. Huge flames burst out of thin air from the crack in the center of the unrecognizable playground, blasting out several meters high. The next moment, the question bank, which was separated by a wall from the sinking pond, was also burned for the first time. Thousands of test papers piled from the ground to the ceiling, printed in advance, the source of pain for the entire school... all burned up, becoming an excellent flame nourishment, it seems to be sweeping the world together, angry roar. Feeling the impact of the explosion at such a close distance, the trainees outside the iron gate were not very comfortable. Fortunately, when the No. 1 Middle School established the underground area, it referred to the design standards of the air-raid shelter. Therefore, although the explosion occurred in the underground corridor, the direction of the explosion was horizontal. Because of the superb bearing capacity, the vertical direction was only swept by the sea of ??fire and carried stubbornly. After the first wave of violent explosions, the trainees who were buffered by the stairs in front of the iron gate escaped. Perhaps the faculty and staff of No.1 Middle School never dreamed that they wanted to put the question bank and the sinking pond in one place, and deliberately set up a stable load-bearing structure, so that the teaching assistants were guarded more securely. In the end, this place turned out to be. Became their burial place. What''s even more funny is that these trainees are just applying what they have learned in high school chemistry. "go!" After the first round of explosions, Zong Jiu dragged a few trainees around, dragging them to stagger out together. They were the closest to the explosion center. Not only did they have mild burns on their skin, but also their ears were bled and buzzed by the powerful sound waves. For a while, they couldn''t hear anything. As a last resort, Zong Jiu could only rely on body language to pull these people out one by one before speaking. It''s just a round of explosions. Given the level of safety in the biogas digester, maybe this teaching building can''t be kept, and staying here now is a dead end. Why do they have to choose to do it at the last moment, because the copy will not be closed until 12 o''clock today. This is also the ultimate reason why Zong Jiuzhi said that he had thought of a way, but it had to be used in the final exam. If they blow up the broken school in the mid-term exam, the main task will not be completed, and it will be their own move to hit their own feet. The quick and swift action just now is good. According to the normal process, they have to live here for four hours. Not only do they have to meet the standard of the main system to destroy the copy, but they also have to survive to complete two tasks in one fell swoop. The severe situation faced by the trainees now makes the barrage anxious. [They have to stay here for four hours, but with so many teaching assistants, what have to be done? ¡¿ [We have to continue to add fuel to the fire for these four hours, otherwise it will only blow up the biogas digester. I am afraid that it will not be enough for the main system to determine that the copy is destroyed, otherwise the behavior of the adult will not be so difficult to be imitated, alas, In fact, this copy is already pretty good, and there is still a way to survive] [The problem is that many trainees here are injured and want to last for four hours. It¡¯s not that I said, it¡¯s very difficult] [I can still believe everyone, anyway, when I think about this copy and that adult, I¡¯m completely relieved] [Wake up, no.1, where did you help the trainees, you are afraid that you did not follow the live broadcast from the beginning of this copy] Fortunately, the trainees didn''t make any preparations. Soon, the survivors in the live broadcast room knew what other preparations these trainees had done in the past half month. "Class 9! Ready to attack!" Each class is not idle, especially the nine classes that have collected enough books and test papers during this time. This morning, they piled up all the books and test papers at the door. Now, all the trainees in Class 9 are rushing forward with the books in their hands. They seem to forget that there are still **** scars on their backs, and forget the painful pain that seems to be rolling on the tip of a knife while running. With a grinning grin on his face, he made fire in the biogas cave exploded in the playground, Fei also rushed to the classroom with the fire to the other side of the teaching building, spreading the precious fire to every floor. classroom. "Hahahahahaha." The laughter was mixed with the explosion, full of the most primitive happiness. The barrage also happily followed, with a burst of flashing ¡¾Too much relief! ] [Burn! Destroy this copy! ] [You are a single dog? This ignition position is very suitable to join my big FFF group, funny. jpg] The classrooms in every glass window are lit, reflecting the bright light. The flame roared an entire corridor into the sea of ??flames. On the other side, there were people who threw the fire into the dormitory window. When they left the dormitory, they didn''t close the window specially. The books wrapped in flames were thrown in. The quilts and pillowcases made of cotton wool burst into flames. After a while, they burned into a sea of ??flames. The trainees ran around the campus happily, just like the torchbearer holding the torch at the annual Olympus Games, incarnate as the sacred fire of Prometheus stealing the sun **** car, holding the ignited hope Running around, is it right to sow and ignite the seeds? Just as they passed the fire relay, the second explosion came right away. One after another explosion made people dizzy, and a lot of unpleasant smells from the biogas pit rose into the sky, scattered in this narrow area, almost disgusting. When the fire spread, the monitors of each class were ordering the trainees in an orderly manner. It is the best time to fish in troubled waters while the assistants have not yet reacted. Not only the trainees in Class 9, but all the trainees gave back to each other the anger that they had received in this poor school for the hundred and twenty days. The explosion of the biogas digester only killed the dean, and the principal who rarely showed up did not appear. They would not be so naive that they would be able to solve the entire No. 1 Middle School''s armed forces with this one. The black wizard stood cross-handed, like a okay person who was hanging up on top of himself. His dark green eyes crossed No. 2 and the unclear puppet line on No. 2''s head, floating to the rear. Just when Zong Jiu himself did not expect, he shook Fan Zhuo¡¯s memory, plus this copy was originally a paradise for No.1, which gave the devil a chance to give him such a A big gift. After all, half of the entire S-level is now under the control of the devil, and even the leader of the night clan who has been guarding strictly cannot escape. Although a puppet thread can''t do anything, it can only read the memory at most, and it can''t even control half a point. Also, based on Fan Zhuo''s vigilance, it is difficult to increase the number of puppet threads in a short time. But then again, after the first root is inserted, it is logical to follow in the end. As long as I don¡¯t let No.2 notice it, it¡¯s not a matter of time to completely control it, and I will definitely make a profit without losing it. The trainee exclaimed from a distance, "Run-the foundation of this building has been blown up and is about to collapse!" Obviously one step closer to the ultimate goal of trading between him and the main system, the demon seemed a little bit interested. He leaned in the shadows, watching the entire No.1 Middle School surrounded by fire, watching the left wing of the teaching building collapse, watching the white-haired young man jumping up like an elf, the opposite side was covered with heavy dust, his eyes But the eyes were still bright as before, flexibly shuttled through the smoke and ruins, the cards in his hand lit a fire, and they were flying to different places. With such a spread of fire and explosion, the No.1 Middle School has been completely ruined. The house collapsed and the playground exploded. There was no way to tell what it was like before. It was completely devastated and completely unrecognizable. If the devil is allowed to comment, even though the copy is ruined, the process has no sense of beauty and does not conform to his aesthetics at all. This group of trainees was lucky, and found an alternative student in this seemingly desperate copy. no.1 He held his head carelessly and looked lazy. There are many ways to destroy a copy, but all of them are as difficult as the sky. Compared to the other method that the devil likes most, it''s harder to destroy the instance by physical methods. Because the background of advanced dungeons is very much laid out in a weird world, if you want to physically destroy it, you have to destroy the world, even if it is no.1, it is nonsense to directly destroy a dungeon from the physical aspect. Practicing students are all strong individuals. Even the self-propelled weapon, Van Zhuo, which is recognized as the strongest individual, can at most split the steel plate with bare hands. With the premise that the main system "cannot break through human strength" first, no matter how strong it is, it is impossible to become a super Saiyan. Even if it was a copy of the mental hospital and famine that had been experienced before, Zhuge couldn''t do it secretly when it came to complete destruction, and Fan Zhuo couldn''t do it. No S-level can do it, except for the devil. Like this copy of the First Middle School, it belongs to an independent world, but fortunately, the main system has set a scene limit and opened the corpse pool in an absolute dead end. Otherwise, if you want to destroy this copy, it is undoubtedly a fantasy. It is impossible to steal the nuclear/weapons of this world for bombing. But... good luck is also a kind of strength. The man bends the corners of his mouth silently, silently blending into the shadows. The rest of the trainees stood back to back on the southwest side of the playground not covered by the sinking pond, looking at the assistant teachers outside through the sea of ??fire. The principal, who had not seen anyone before, also appeared, with a big belly standing behind the crowd with a twisted face. Among this group of people, there was a faceless man abruptly. The fifteenth was dragged over by the nine people, even if he became a faceless trainee now, the nine people did not throw him aside, instead they kept sending a small number of people to guard him, stunned. It was pulling him to safety. Zong Jiu guarded the front, wrapped the fire-passing test paper into a ball, and threw it toward the assistant who was trying to break through the siege. The latter was not in a hurry to dodge, being burned by the flames, stiff all over, did not reach out to put out the fire, but stood in place, waiting for the flame to spread. It turns out they are afraid of fire! Although he was running for his life just now, Zong Jiu was also paying close attention to the reaction of the dungeon npc. He was smashed by the smoke, and now his face was so gray that he couldn''t see it. Fortunately, dual use of one mind is not without gain, on the contrary, it can be said that it is quite rewarding. Around the flames, the movements of these faceless men became exceptionally slow. Although they have no faces, everything else is no different from humans, and they are naturally afraid of fire. The more gratifying harvest was that he discovered that if the faceless man died in a raging fire, the flesh on his face would be distorted, as if re-turned into a distorted and pale grimace, scorched in the blazing fire. Zong Jiu told everyone about his discovery. The leader of the Ye Clan nodded, his red eyes darkened, and he drew his saber from the system backpack. "We must take the initiative. If we don''t guess wrong, we will not only destroy the scene, but at least we must clear these NPCs before it can be regarded as truly destroying the copy of No.1 Middle School." After the props expired, this fiercely famous "Caligula" also lost the blood light that came with it when it was unsheathed. Caligula was the third emperor of the Roman Empire in history. Ancient Rome was rich in tyrants, and this was naturally famous. The same is true for this saber named after the emperor. As long as it causes a wound on the enemy, the blade will be like a blood-thirsty monster, continuously sucking the opponent''s blood. Sabre Caligula is the weapon that Vandro was bestowed by the knighthood of the blood family when he got the blood of vampire in the S-level instance, and it was also a serious A-level prop. Later, he got adventures in other dungeons and was strengthened to S-level, which greatly improved Fan Zhuo''s personal strength and was also one of his confidence to sit firmly in No.2. However, even without the blessing of special props, this did not harm Caligula''s fame. At least when it stirred up a piece of burning paper and sent the latter to the chest of the Faceless Man, there was no lag in the slightest. no.2 Since that is said, naturally there will be no trainees doubting. "No need to do it! They are afraid of fire, they just have to let the torch burn all over here." Now that everyone''s strength has been reduced to the lowest level, this is the only way to be used as a last resort. In order to save paper, everyone followed the example of Zong Jiu, kneading the pages of the book for burning/burning/bombing, and tossed them everywhere. The effect was gratifying, and the raging fire that was already coming became one piece, enclosing the entire playground. Countless faceless men wailed and disappeared into the flames, their faces twisted together ugly, turning into scorched black bodies. "Rumble¡ª" I don''t know how long it took, and there was another toothless sound of houses collapsing. So far, the entire No.1 Middle School has so many teaching buildings, none of which is intact, all collapsed, blown up and blown up, is extremely miserable. Everyone is anxious, because they still have four faceless men left to resolve. The principal of the No. 1 Middle School was so embarrassed that he had been hiding behind the teaching assistants, pulling a few people and standing in another open area in the sea of ??fire, and tried to call out the phone for help. Because the two sides are really far apart, there is no way to pass the fire. This distance between most of the basketball court and even Zong Jiu, who has lost the strengthening effect, can be described as anxious. "What to do? Let''s rush?" "No way." Zong Jiu directly rejected this suggestion, "Whether it can run over such a long distance and such a big fire is one thing, it is more likely that it will burn to death in the middle." As the ideas put forward one by one were rejected, everyone fell into a situation where they could do nothing. The viewers in the live broadcast room were more anxious than them. [I''m so anxious, I''m so anxious, can I break out] [There are still ten minutes, come on, hold on! ¡¿ [Chong Chong Chong, can this copy be destroyed? Just one fell swoop] [This principal is really a chicken thief...has been hiding there as a tortoise, but there is a sea of ??flames so far apart, and it was really dead in the past. Alas, if you can use special items, it¡¯s fine.] When everyone was at a loss, things happened suddenly. The 15th, who had been guarded by the trainees of Class Nine, suddenly moved. He rushed straight up, knocked the previous trainees away, and rushed into the fire without looking back. Those who were knocked away were confused, sitting on the ground scratching their heads. "dorm manager!" This incident was so shocking that no one reacted to it for a while, only the 98th roared like the first awakening of a big dream. Tears ran down from the corners of his eyes, and he snarled at the sea of ??fire with all his strength, "What are you going to do, do you understand our speech, come back!" The fifteenth, who can become a faceless man, turns a deaf ear. He ran forward, stepping on the soles of his shoes and trousers and was scorched in the fire, but he continued to rush forward as if he could not feel the pain, and rushed straight to the place where the principal and the two assistants were. Even the barrage was shocked. [Fuck, what''s going on, this is the first time I heard that the Faceless Man can still be conscious? ¡¿ [Can the Faceless Man be converted back? But I remember the clues I got from several classes, saying that the Faceless Man is absolutely impossible to convert back. Is this a bug in the main system? ¡¿ [No, I did experiments on faceless trainees in several classes before, just to see if they really lost their sense of autonomy like the zombies of the Doomsday dungeon. As a result, everyone got the same conclusion, if not for loss. How can it not be received by the main system after the sense of autonomy?] [Wait, sisters, don''t worry, I suddenly remembered that the 15th of Class 9 is not right. Those faceless people in other classes are all turned into faceless people by the oppression of the environment and despair. The fifteenth of the 9th class is not. He is a faceless man who voluntarily turned into a faceless man out of the love of his companions. Even if there is something different from the faceless man who has been persecuted, that makes sense, right? ¡¿ ¡¾what! Jimei upstairs makes a lot of sense! I second! ¡¿ A second before reaching the destination, the 15th finally turned back. Across the distant fire, for a moment, Class 9 seemed to re-see the quiet and gentle face that was always smiling on weekdays, with a smile on the corner of his mouth. But no. The face on the other side of the flame was still flat, smooth, expressionless, and there was no sign that it was about to change back. Only at the last moment did it split a long mouth gap, just like when all other faceless people talked and rinsed their mouths. The lips murmured, trying to say something, but time was too late. On the 15th, he had crossed the entire half of the basketball court, and at the cost of becoming a burning man, even his hair was in clusters, making it harder to see his face. Of course, no one pays attention to these at this time. All the trainees knew what they were going to do next on the 15th, and a group of people in Class 9 screamed dumb, one by one crying. "On the fifteenth, you have a kind of **** understanding, why don''t you come back! Come back!" "Fuck you, you are obviously still conscious, isn''t it fun to keep us in the dark like fools?!" "You and Ninety-Nine are two idiots! Didn''t you hear that! Big idiot!!" Listening to the scolding behind her, No.15 smiled silently in her heart. He didn''t know why he laughed, because his thinking speed now seemed to have slowed down countless times. He stood in place for a long time, listening to the explosive noise of flying dogs jumping in the No. 1 Middle School. Afterwards, the body moves first. Perhaps because of the voluntary transformation, he miraculously saved a trace of autonomy, but he couldn''t control his body. Instead, his body moved forward and rushed forward. Perhaps in his subconscious mind, he wants to protect this lovely and warm class collective with his life. But as the diary said, the transformation of faceless people is irreversible, and it is impossible to return to the trainee dormitory regardless of whether there is consciousness or not. From the moment he chose to become the Faceless Man, this ending has been doomed and cannot be changed. Since it has been irretrievable- So, let him do the last thing for Class Nine. On the fifteenth, he opened his arms and, in a tragic way of spreading fire, he rushed the principal and teaching assistants standing on the open ground into the dark methane tank behind them, and forcibly pulled them into the blazing fire. Sad screams echoed over the playground, and no one heard the sound of falling into the water for a long time. His back figure is decisive, like a flying butterfly, a bird with broken wings, and he has completed his final mission. It''s like saying silently to everyone-- Never regret it. Chapter 115: Dormitory for trainees In the last five minutes when the copy was about to close, no one saw the shadows in the dark gathering quietly, roaming the ground full of unknown colors, permeating the world full of gunpowder, flames and howling. As a professional destroyer, the devil can see at a glance that it is impossible for this appearance to pass the judgment of the main system. However, for newcomers who have the courage to try for the first time, it is certainly worthy of praise for being able to do so. For the sake of enough surprises in this play- He was too boring, and too lonely. He was too hopeful that someone of his kind would stand in front of him and watch him go from immature to mature. The man who disappeared from the dark stared at the white-haired magician who was swarmed in the distance, gave an inexplicable chuckle, and then took a step back into the endless darkness. Zong Jiu, who was standing in the middle of the playground, seemed to feel it, and looked up. Looking ahead, there is a raging fire, smoke and dust, flying sand and rocks, and no human figure is visible. But I don''t know why, but Zong Jiu''s demon radar buzzed with intuition. no.1 must have done something behind his back that he didn''t know. In the next second, where no one could see, the shadow faded silently and stuck to the last npc hiding in the ruined wall, instantly dyeing his pupils black. That is, at the moment of completion, the cold system prompt sounded in everyone''s ears. [The one hundred and twenty days countdown has arrived, and the main task is due] [Remaining number of survivors: 461 people] In an instant, the flames that were still flying and flickering just now were fixed. The papers floating in the air are fixed there for life. Farther, through the ruined wall, the police car honking has arrived. The faceless people stood silently on the far outside, because of the main line of the copy, they could only act as supporting actors and could not intervene for a while. A little farther away, the camera tirelessly broadcast the situation in the school to the major media of this copy, and many parents who sent their children in by themselves have also seen this scene. This matter may be useful or useless, and perhaps another new first middle school will be built on the ruins soon. Under the premise that this social environment has not changed, performance will always be the criterion for judging a person''s excellence. However, all of this has nothing to do with the trainees who left the copy. After the mechanical sound of the main system is activated, all the backgrounds are turned into solid color blocks, which are still in the air. [Please wait, the system is being judged...] [Collective copy of B-level trainees: No. 1 Middle School, the copy has been destroyed] [Clearance rewards are being settled... The dungeon is being closed... It will be transmitted immediately after 30 seconds, and the transmission location: studio hall] There are a thousand B-level trainees when entering the dungeon. When leaving the dungeon, the number of people dropped sharply to less than one-half. It is equivalent to one out of every two B-level trainees being left in this collective copy forever, with no bones left. No one spoke for a while, and silence spread silently. They knew that the people they lost in this copy, perhaps their former companions, would never return. Fortunately, the last thirty seconds are enough to hold a brief funeral. Ban Jiu wiped his tears and bowed towards the surrounding fire and broken walls. They will live well, take the share of the 15th and the 99th together, and live well. ...... The studio hall is still what they looked like when they left. The green grass on the summit of Olympus is dripping, and no mountain can be higher than the sacred mountain. Even the distant Mount Everest has to bow under the suspended sacred mountain and present the glorious white reflection on the snow peak. The temple of the twelve main gods stands high in the distance, and the golden bottle of the goddess of youth is no longer a colorful spring water, but reflects an unknown color. Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there has been a tragic massacre here, with shocking blood hanging on the top of the ivory stone pillars. Except for the S-levels that are distributed in different copies, each of the other ABCD-levels has a separate collective copy, which is very uniform for one hundred and twenty days. When the time came, all the survivors of the four levels were transferred here, looking at each other. B-level trainees were thrown into the tragic copy of the college entrance examination, forced to learn knowledge that was useless for them for 120 days, and sacrificed a full five classes. The A-level trainees are not much better. Their copy structure was on a luxury cruise ship that had recently gone to sea in the middle of the twentieth century. The main system imposed a negative buff on everyone that must drink water, so fresh water became a scarce resource on this cruise ship. In the next 120 days, the cruise ship will sail through the Arctic Ocean and the Atlantic Ocean. However, due to a storm, the compass failed in the middle of the journey. Not only did it fail to find its direction, but it also encountered a group of terrible murlocs. As long as you are infected by the murloc virus or do not drink water in this atmosphere, your body will grow fish scales over time and become a terrifying creature that cannot be seen all day long. Like the copy of No.1 Middle School, the A-level copy also tests humanity and hearts. As soon as fresh water was scarce, everyone wanted it, and immediately split into several camps. They secretly attacked each other, stabbed them in the back, and the scenes were more exciting than one. The collective copy of D-level trainees is located on a desert island. There are not only terrible aliens on the desert island that can be transformed into human-like appearances, but also pulls out a survival bar, forcing the trainees to have a Robinson Crusoe. Those terrible monsters will not only become human after eating people, but they can also get the memory of the past. It can be said that there is no mistake in the role played, which makes the trainees miserable and impossible to guard against. C-level trainees are the most miserable among these several levels of trainees. This copy even lost an S-level, which is enough to see its danger and difficulty. They were dropped on the copy of Olympus Mountain, which was obviously a Greek mythology system, but they were forced to open a copy of the Norse mythical gods Twilight. The gods turned into cruel existences fighting for faith, no less than any ghost they encountered in the horror copy, a large death, there was no reason to say. The number of people on the steps representing C-level trainees has also been reduced the most. Originally, there were several thousand people, but it was abruptly reduced to just over one thousand. After such a long time tormented copy of the heart, all the trainees have obvious exhaustion on their faces, and everyone has an unreal feeling of being separated from the world. Many trainees finally reacted, crouching on the ground with their faces covered and crying. One hundred and twenty days is long enough. Compared with other horrible but fast dungeons, this collective dungeon is more like a difficult time. It makes people difficult to survive, but also physically and mentally exhausted. [Panoramic camera turned on successfully] Along with the sound of the main system landing, the surrounding high walls also slowly fell from the void, like a gift box being re-covered. After half a minute, the mountains of Mount Olympus were no longer visible, and the hall became a gorgeous appearance with scarlet carpets and gilt chandeliers hanging from above. [All the trainees are assembled, and the third round of the competition and the fourth grade rating will start soon] [Because the third round of the subsection competition is a collective copy of the elimination system, the grades will not be eliminated for the trainees, only the level changes will be made] When the news of the main system came out, a gloomy trainee immediately became full of energy and wept with joy. They finally survived the collective dungeon, and it would be too cruel if they came back to accept the elimination of levels. Fortunately, this time the collective dungeon has achieved the main system''s intentions, and the main system does not need to push the trainees too tightly. In particular, they should understand the counterproductive truth, and on the contrary, they can achieve better results. [Ah, finally, the main system has finally become a person] [+1, I followed the four live broadcasts and watched four collective copies, and I almost saw myself as autistic. Now I am so lucky that I didn''t sign up for the thriller trainee...Although it was my **** I don¡¯t necessarily have the strength to be selected, Gan] [Actually, it is the same whether the level is eliminated or eliminated. If you are not conscious in the game, you will get away with it this time, and maybe you will be recruited next time, and you will die sooner or later.] The white-haired magician is still standing on the steps of the B-level trainees, even his posture has not changed. Below, Xu Su and Xu Sen, who had just escaped from the dungeon, waved to him, indicating that they were all right. Zong Jiu nodded nonchalantly, and raised his eyes to look at the high place. Zhuge An was sitting upright there, the throne in the center was still empty. Zong Jiu hasn''t forgotten that he and Zhuge secretly still have an account to settle. Of course, even if this account is not counted, he believes that Zhuge An will take the initiative to come to him. Prior to this, the most worthy of his attention was what the devil did at the end of the first middle school copy. The chandeliers on the dome began to go out one by one. After the level elimination was not carried out this time, the atmosphere between the trainees was much relaxed, at least not the slightest state of tension before, and even the acquaintances had begun to talk and laugh. "This time the collective copy is really a disaster." An A-level trainee sighed, "The entire A-level has only survived half of it, so I can catch up with the S-level dungeon." High-level trainees may stay in the same organization as each other. Although the levels are different, they are all acquaintances who know each other, and they start chattering all at once. During the conversation, Grade B answered the words fluently, ¡°Indeed, if the magician and His Royal Highness Van Zhuo took us to destroy the dungeon together, it is estimated that Grade B can only survive back three hundred people.¡± After he said this, the whole piece was silent for a second. All the A-level and C-level who heard this sentence looked at him with **** eyes. "What did you say? You destroyed the collective copy?" The trainees asked in disbelief, "Destroyed? Is the main system ruined?" One stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves, and more and more trainees heard the news and looked over. Without exception, everyone looked shocked. Many A-level eyes were suspicious, and they obviously didn''t believe what the B-level had just said. "How is it possible...I haven''t heard of a situation in which a copy can be perfectly destroyed except that adult for so long." "That is, the previous copy of the terrorist zoo destroyed an entire elite group of a large organization. If it does not meet the judgment standard of the main system, as long as there is an error, it will be directly wiped out according to the guilt of harming the npc, otherwise it will not be tried for so many years. There are not many people. What''s more, this is still an advanced copy." They whispered, which made many B-classes who had escaped from the dead unconvinced. "If you don''t believe it, you can ask other people." "That is, a person can be said to be fooled by you. We have so many B-levels. Ask other people to try?" So many B-levels have come out to confirm this news. Class A, you look at me, I look at you, only then did you accept this amazing fact with difficulty, and exclaimed again and again. "Fuck, awesome, why did you destroy the copy?" "We didn''t expect...The main reason was that the copy also had an excellent environment, so in short, a lot of things happened in the middle, it is not clear, but the result is-we bombed the school." "Although it was very depressing and scared to think about it at the time, but looking at it now, oh, it seems to have fulfilled my usual dream of my school days! "Sure enough, the same world and the same dream, I can''t wait to burn the school every day when I go to school." "That''s not so cool. The magician is really good at it. Hurt, I thought people were swaying to play when we were doing the final review, but I didn''t expect the final plan to go so smoothly. Alas, why didn''t we get it in the first place? Class 9." "indeed." Another Grade B sighed with emotion, "I really understood why the trainees in their class were willing to rush up to protect the class, and now I finally understand." A group of people stood there, sighing with emotion, showing their aftertastes one by one, gesticulating their fists, and avenged their revenge before leaving. They were so happy that they even began to sing on the spot. "The sun is in the sky, and the flowers smile at me. The teacher said, early, early, why do I carry explosives/drugs/bags~" "The teacher doesn''t know, as soon as I pull the string, I ran, and there was a bang that the school was gone!" other people:? ? ? Chapter 116: Dormitory for trainees After the B-level trainees said that they had destroyed the copy, the entire hall, except for those unknown D-level newcomers, all the other old people were stunned, and the news went viral, sweeping under the entire dome. The S-class on the throne also heard the discussion below, and his expression was shocked. They asked the Tuyumen to verify that, after all, the other no.2 is ruthless and the other is no.8 indifferent, which is not a good type to talk to. Tu Yumen has a very good personality on weekdays. He is a water master like the exorcist, and everyone is happy to have a chat with him. Onmyoji did not avoid talking, not only admitted it very readily, but also briefly talked to them about the general process of the B-level trainee copy, which aroused many S-levels on the throne. This is a very historic event, and it can even be regarded as the first successful operation to destroy a copy except for no.1. What''s more surprising is that no.2 is not even the main leader. Listening to the meaning of Tu Yumen, the main executor and commander of the whole plan turned out to be a magician, which is terrifying after all. In fact, when the main system announced [All the trainees have arrived], there was a vague change on the throne. The source of the change comes from a vacant throne. It''s not that the most central part is the star-shaped moon, which is higher than the other thrones, and there is no one at all, but the back row. That position originally belonged to no.9. To be honest, which one of the S-level is missing will cause countless discussions. But this time, it may be that the lower B-level trainees destroyed the dungeon too surprisingly, so they would not notice the change in the vacancy of the upper throne for a while. Coincidentally, no.9 is really the toughest collective copy of C-level trainees, and there is no.4 exorcist with him. The exorcist¡¯s face is not much better now. When he just teleported back, many people saw a deep blood hole on his right shoulder. Even if he spent survival points in time to repair it, his complexion was still due to excessive blood loss. The reason is a little pale. There is only one case for the throne vacancy. That is, the person sitting on this throne died in the dungeon world. But no matter how you say it, it''s also an S grade! What''s more, it is the only top-level psychic who has cultivated to the end on psychics, and every organization has to be somewhat thin-faced. Psychics are scarce enough to be a treasure job like giant pandas, and advanced psychics can be counted with as few as one hand, not to mention top psychics. As an existence that can communicate with all spiritual creatures, no.9 has been disturbed all the year round, so he had to install a shield on his head, as long as he took it off, he could hear the voices of all the remaining undead on a certain piece of land from ancient times to the present. . Although the combat power is not as good as other S-levels, it is a real instance killer. After the exorcist slowed down for a while, he finally said, "...no.9 was cast down by God." A few words are not enough to tell how dangerous the collective copy of C-level trainees is. What is unfolding on Olympus is a battle of gods. The trainees need to choose the camps of different temples to join, and choose a high priest from them. The camps of these main gods are good or bad. Some main gods don''t care about their believers, and the gods directly send them up to take the lead to the death during the war. Some main gods are slightly hypocritical out of belief considerations, such as Athena, the **** of wisdom and war chosen in the first round. It doesn''t matter if the players fight each other, if they lose, they may be punished by the main god. At the beginning, the high priest was a sweet and sweet position, after all, he only had to sit in the temple and give instructions. What I didn''t expect was that in the last ten days of the battle of gods, the main **** intervened in the battle of the mortal realm, and the **** descended directly on the high priest. In the end, it was also in that magical battle that all the trainees figured out one thing. Said to be the main gods, in fact, they are all beings who have fallen into evil gods after being abandoned by mortals. They hadn''t seen the true faces of those gods, and thought they were just like the holy appearance on the ivory white sculptures. They didn''t know the middle of the night. As long as the moonlight came on, all the sculptures reflected on the grass were spooky ghosts with teeth and claws. Those who had previously undergone great glory and received God''s rewards and were protected and protected also died violently with the fall of God, including the high priests who had served near the side of the seat of God, just to better become the vessel of God''s descent. "It''s no wonder No.9 was not careful. The main system deliberately gave us a main task full of confusing effects. From the beginning, all the trainees thought of choosing a better main **** and putting it under their command. Not to mention the later twelve main gods. I also gave so many special items..." There are countless items in the Olympus collection, and they are given away casually. The lowest-level items are all B-level and above. C-level trainees are almost all elderly, and they are already in a state of being in a state of nowhere. Who doesn''t want to fly into the sky with props? Gradually, under such a sugar-coated cannonball offensive, everyone forgot to be vigilant, and even really swears allegiance to the Lord in exchange for more benefits. It is a pity that being loyal to the evil **** is equivalent to tying one''s life to a thief ship. In the end, these loyal people failed to bring back the props and treasures they got, but because of their greed, they were buried in the copy forever. "Nine could have been circumvented, but unfortunately his psionic talent was too outstanding... he was spotted as soon as he entered and missed the best time to escape. By the time we realized it, Nine had become Vessel of evil gods." "Pity." After hearing the exorcist talk about how no.9 died, the other S-class sighed. Everyone has a little friendship. Those who can climb from millions of people to the S-level are not simple characters. Apart from anything else, they are all confident and able to compete for the last C position, but they did not expect to be successful. He died first and was damaged in this place where he was not even an S-level copy, so he sighed for dinner. "but--" Messiah pondered for a moment, "If there is an S-level vacancy, I don''t know who will fill it up." It is true that people cannot be resurrected from the dead. Instead of thinking about this, it is better to think about something practical. Wouldn''t it be more meaningful to guess who can fill this position? In the infinite loop, life and death are the most common things. For the S-class who has long looked down on these, no one will waste time mourning a colleague who is not very familiar. "It may be Anthony of the Night Clan. He always ranks very high in the A-level." Someone immediately answered, "In this case, the Night Race can be regarded as having two S-levels." They guessed there, and there were also a few other A-levels with good limelight, such as the Feng Shui master who holds the compass all the year round, the Gu cultivator who has had adventures in the Miao dungeon, and the nominated Golden Light Monk and Forest For shamans, these are all A-levels with a higher overall strength ranking. If it weren''t for the S-levels with only ten places, these few might also be on the list. On the contrary, Tu Yumen, sitting on the throne in thought, did not speak. For such a major event as destroying a copy, it is definitely not difficult to get an S evaluation from the main system. As long as the instructor can''t evaluate anything wrong, the position no.9 belongs to, maybe... it can shock everyone''s attention. He looked at the position of the B-level trainee, and he had made a decision in his heart. ...... When the trainees talked about the deeds of the B-level bombing school below, the scores of the D- and C-level trainees were also released. There are no D-levels who fall to E-level or F-level, and the worst is relegation, but then again, you will not be thrown away to punish dungeons if you lose the level, so everyone''s body and demeanor are very relaxed. These two levels don''t have much success, but Xu Sen and Xu Su are worth mentioning. Xu Su was promoted from D-level to C-level. This guy is also lucky. D-level is a desert island survival dungeon. He is relatively natural and stays in the dungeon. He has made great contributions to the team to find out who is transformed into a humanoid alien in the dungeon. , Is considered to be a few of the more noticeable rise in the newcomers. Xu Sen was incarnate as the most dazzling one in the current rating, and he jumped directly from C-level to A-level. This speed of promotion like riding on a rocket can be described as shocking everyone. Now everyone knows that Xu Sen is one of the younger brothers of the magician. He joined the magician in the game of kings, and luckily drew an A-level prop from the blind box. When the props were drawn out, everyone was mentally prepared. After all, it is an A-level prop, and many A-level trainees don''t necessarily have one. Sure enough, he is now promoted to the A rank in the next rating evaluation. Although the others are jealous, they are also expected. Soon, the lit steps moved to the B-level position. [The grade evaluation of B-level trainees begins...The system score is being issued...] On the steps, although Zong Jiu didn¡¯t say anything, it was obvious that the recoil of this dungeon was too great, and it¡¯s not fake to fight side by side in the dungeon. When he was standing on one side, the other 97 trainees of the original ninth class Also moved over silently. Although everyone does not say anything, they all know that this time the system score will not be low. Not only the 9th class, but the entire B-level trainees should be, after all, everyone worked together to destroy a copy. Sure enough, the worst of the systematic reviews that appear on everyone''s head is B, and the class 9 students have an A per capita. "Wait, it''s not right, Jiu Ge is obviously the organization planner and the main commander, why is it A like us, shouldn''t it be S?" Amidst the cheers, No. 98 asked suspiciously. He didn''t say it, and when he said it, everyone turned their puzzled gaze over. This is true. The magician''s contribution in the copy of the No.1 Middle School is obvious to all. In the end, he perfectly achieved the achievement of the bombing school. How could he get an A? After the systematic review is the mentor evaluation. The evaluation of mentors basically follows the evaluation of the system, and there are very few exceptions. This time, however, it was different. All B-level trainees received a B in their tutor evaluation. Except for the magician. A blood-red S slowly appeared on the white-haired young man''s head again. Everyone was surprised at this change, not only the B of the instructor, but also the S who was given to the magician alone. This S-level evaluation symbolizes that the instructor affirmed the magician''s achievements in the copy of the first middle school. So why, there is only A in systematic reviews? Zong Jiu touched his chin, a touch of deep thought passed through his light-colored eyes. For some reason, he suddenly remembered a certain demon who had disappeared in the flames when the copy ended. Chapter 117: Dormitory for trainees Faced with this change, the barrage was also astonished. [No, didn¡¯t the magician lead everyone to destroy the copy? How can the system score only A?] [Yes, I remember that after the former adult destroyed an S-rank copy, the score rose to the top of the leaderboard all at once] [Indeed, I also remember this. If you really destroy a copy, it is impossible to only take A. Is there anything wrong with this? It doesn''t make sense] [Forget it, since it is the score given by the main system, there is definitely nothing wrong with it. Let''s guess what level the magician can rise to with an A rating and an S rating.] [First of all, we rule out the possibility of B-level and drop-off, and S-level can save it. After all, there is an A, and it is unlikely to be directly promoted to S-level, so I bet A! ¡¿ Not only the barrage, the trainees on the steps are also talking about it. This time, all the B-level trainees who came back alive made a lot of money, and the worst they got were double-B scores, which ensured that they would not lose their grades. Soon, everyone will know what the magician''s comprehensive score is this time. After the two letters on the top of the head merged, the yellow breastplate of the white-haired young man was dyed orange with a small A in the middle. Sure enough, it is A grade! The trainees who saw this clearly took a sigh of relief. It''s one thing to be prepared in your heart, but it''s another thing to really see. If you first saw an E-level rookie get an S-level evaluation, you might still feel dissatisfied, but after only three rounds of evaluation, the rookie went straight from E-level to A-level. Too big a gap will only let people put away their contempt and jealousy, and turn to fear and never dare to think too much. Only Zong Jiu himself stood there quietly, slender fingers lightly tracing the outline of A, looking down at the letter, without saying a word, as if falling into a long contemplation. ...... Soon, the scoring session is over. Regrettably, as of the end of the S-level scores, the position of no.9 has not yet been assigned. None of the A-level trainees got the double S evaluation and successfully promoted to the S-level. Non-Chichi Tu Yumen once again carried out his non-Chichi tradition, although he was deducted systematic evaluation points like the B-level trainees. Fortunately, his own strength score is here. He will not fall to the S rank just because the score of a copy is slightly lower. For the time being, no one has passed him ascended the throne or succeeded in usurping the throne, so he is still firmly pressed as no. At the 10th position, continue to do my part and sit still in the S-class goalkeeper position. This also disappointed many trainees and barrage waiting to see the excitement. [Unexpectedly, I didn¡¯t choose the S grade. I just made a bet in the casino just now, sorry.] [Is it possible that the vacant S-level position has to wait for the next round of rating to be determined? It¡¯s been too long] [I just wanted to say this, now it seems that it should be done, let¡¯s take a look at the main system''s arrangements] Soon, the level transfer began. The white-haired magician lifted his steps and became one of the few who stepped up from the B-level to the A-level. There are only one or two people who can be promoted to A rank, but there are still a few who fall. This time, no one showed hostility anymore. So many copies are enough to show his value, not to mention that the magician is still the existence that the adult is optimistic about, and he has good friends with several S-ranks. The trainees of the high-level clubs readily accepted his existence. All of them had welcome smiles on their faces and applauded happily. Those who didn''t know thought they were good friends who had been with each other for many years. However, even though Zong Jiu didn''t like Xu and Wei snakes, he stretched out his hand and didn''t hit the smiley, but he also nodded and stood aside after accepting this sentiment. After the level transfer is over, the main system begins to announce the next arrangement. [Due to the long duration of the third round of dungeons, in order to allow the trainees to adjust to the best condition, the instructor hereby uses the authority to set the fourth round of dungeons to be opened one month later] One month later! Many trainees showed surprise expressions. Indeed, this dungeon lasted a full 120 days, during which the physical and mental torture could only be said to be exhausted. Everyone desperately needs a long period of rest to get out of the tight state of the previous dungeon. The last time the dungeon had only rested for seven days, anyway the time for the dungeon was only seven days. This time, along with the copy time, the rest time will also be increased, which is reasonable and somewhat humane. Of course, many trainees have also noticed the special features in this notice of the main system. This notice was issued by the instructor with his own authority. This mysterious mentor has existed since the beginning of the thriller trainee project and demonstrated his great influence as a collaborator of the main system. Over the years, this is the first time in an infinite loop that someone can have an equal dialogue with the main system. At that time, someone asked about the identity of the instructor in full view, but the main system replied, "The question is beyond the scope of the trainee''s authority and will not be answered." But the person who asked the question was not someone else, but Zhuge dark of No. 3! Even Zhuge An, who is almost under one person and above ten thousand people, has no way of knowing who the mentor is. Without the relevant authority, wouldn¡¯t it be possible to know the true identity of the mentor only with no.1 or no.2? Sitting on a high place, Zhuge suddenly sneered, sarcastically raised the corner of his mouth, and his sharp gaze swept across the most central throne. Excluding this temporarily unanswered question, the barrage is very optimistic. [Not bad, this time I have a month, so it¡¯s time to take a good rest] [Indeed, I think the trainees of the B-level dungeon are the ones who have studied for 120 days, everyone is stupid, and quickly return to the file] [I don¡¯t know what activities the main system will hold between the dungeons this time. To be honest, I think this type of activity is pretty good, at least it won¡¯t require the trainees to actively participate and have the right to choose.] [Yes, Las Vegas and Kings games are very interesting, but infinite loop does not have such an easy way to obtain items and survival points, 555555 envy it] [For a whole month, I have to find something for the trainees to do, otherwise everyone will have to go wrong] Sure enough, the main system did not live up to everyone''s expectations. [During the intermission between the two instances this time, the island outside the trainee¡¯s dormitory will open a special event scene: Colorful Playground] everyone:? ? ? Everyone was silent for a moment, and black question marks appeared on their heads. The previous few casinos and kings games were still tangible, but what is this colorful amusement park this time? Some trainees immediately clapped their hands, "Oh, I see, according to the urinary nature of the main system, this will definitely not be an ordinary playground. There should be another mystery. Either the haunted house has ghosts or some kind of challenge. Sexual venue." The other person nodded in agreement, "That''s for sure, the interstitial activities between the two instances are used to improve the strength of the trainees, I''m a little bit looking forward to it." As a result, as soon as they finished speaking, the next prompt from the main system came randomly. [Due to the fact that the mental values ??of the trainees after experiencing the collective copy are not stable due to the health detection, this copy activity is mainly for psychological counseling and entertainment purposes, except for the two-day Halloween Battle Royale in the colorful amusement park in the second half of the month. This scene does not open any other activities] The trainees who were slapped before they finished speaking were all silent. According to what the main system means, the amusement park is really an amusement park. In addition to a special battle royale event in the amusement park, is it really for the trainees to relax and entertain during the week? Now the black question mark on everyone''s face is even more confusing. After the cold mechanical sound fell for a while, the dome of the studio hall flashed suddenly. In an instant, those tassels adorned with red gold chandeliers painted the dome murals of the archangel Michael, and all the wooden doors around them became transparent. It''s like someone using an invisible pen to move a little further in the void and press the switch to turn on cyberpunk. Starting from the ground of the studio hall, the surrounding walls become transparent and reflective glass, extending, extending, and finally covering Dome. The trainees seemed to be standing in a jewelry store covered by a glass cover, and they clearly saw the scene outside the trainee dormitory. The thriller trainee dormitory is built in a dimensional space, with only a boundless sea outside. And they are on the only isolated island in this vast sea. At the beginning of the game, some trainees once went out to watch, but they found that there was nothing outside the dormitory, only a steep cliff. But later, after the second match, the main system deliberately opened up a golf course outside for the trainees to relax and entertain. This time, the island with only one cliff became bigger. On the right side of the golf course, a large new building is being built. It''s not the kind that requires construction workers to follow the rules, but just start out of nothing, just like a miracle. The huge castle was first formed in the center of the playground, with the stars arching over the moon. The tall ferris wheel is nestled on the left side of the castle, and each iron wall is painted in a different color, and together with the small crane on it, it is colorful and colorful. Further down, the never-absent pirate ship, spinning flying chair, screaming haunted house, super turntable, jumping machine and roller coaster also occupy their own places. There are four roller coasters alone. From vertical roller coasters to family roller coasters, the facilities are so complete Smack your tongue. The double-layer carousel played a soothing nocturne in E flat major, and the colored lights flickered. The tuxedo waiter pushing the ice cream truck shuttled in front of different amusement facilities, and the clown stood in front of the square holding cartoon balloons. The popcorn oven exploded, the water park threw a huge wave, and a canoe on the turquoise river made microwaves. Fireworks exploded at the top of the castle, colorful. The sunlight in the distance shed from the clouds on the seashore, the sunny day was just right, and the scene was gentle. The main system explained conscientiously. [On weekdays, you can play in the amusement park as many times as you want, and occasionally surprise missions will be triggered in the amusement park. Those who complete it will be rewarded for the number of times of blind box draws of different levels.] [Halloween Battle Royale event is scheduled for the late 19th and 20th of this month. The event rule book has been placed in each trainee¡¯s dormitory. The playground will officially open at midnight tomorrow, so stay tuned] The trainees were silent for a long time. Before hearing the announcement from the main system, everyone''s heart: ......Why does the main system think that the playground can heal a copy of the pain that an adult can''t smooth? mdzz! Now, after seeing the colorful amusement park with their own eyes, everyone''s heart suddenly changed: ...Fuck, it looks pretty fun! Who said that adults can''t go to the amusement park! Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong Chong! It smells so good! Chapter 118: Dormitory for trainees After the rating is over, the studio will dismiss the meeting on the spot. As usual, the next month is the free time for trainees. Zong Jiu stretched his waist on the spot, walked to the elevator exclusively for A-level trainees on the side, and pressed the button leading to the stairs. The elevator in the trainee¡¯s dormitory is also very high-end. At first glance, the technology is ahead of the real world. I don¡¯t know how many years of technology. You can directly send the trainee to the door of the room by pressing the button. Not to mention the treatment enjoyed by A-level trainees, there is no need to wait at all. From the moment you step out of the elevator, there is an exclusive waiter in the presidential suite standing by. "Hello sir, I am your exclusive butler for A-level trainees." The waiter in a tuxedo bowed to him respectfully and saluted him, "If you want to change my gender or voice, you can set it in the suite light screen at any time. I will be responsible for all your daily life and catering services in the A-level suite. , Just ring the housekeeper bell in the room and I will be on standby for you at any time." Good guy, magnificent enough. Thinking of the ten-bed ten-bed room where he had fallen asleep when he was an E-level trainee, he couldn''t help but sigh with emotion at the wicked hierarchical system. Zong Jiu nodded and walked into the door opened for him by the waiter. Even if he changed from the executive suite to the presidential suite, the decoration style he had preserved before remained unchanged. The interior of the room is still in the cold color of the Nordic style, and a large area of ??floor-to-ceiling windows is a simulated forest snow scene. The difference is that there is an extra door beside the glass window. After opening the door and going out, there is really a small back garden that is snowing. The fireplace inlaid in the wall burned just right, the brown-red wood piled up underneath, clearly burning, but strangely without smoke. The suite is big enough, almost three times as exaggerated as the dormitory for B-level trainees, and the small bathtub in the bathroom has also become a built-in surf pool. Zong Jiu compared the difference between the swimming pool and the large bath in room no.1 in his heart, shook his head, still felt that his surfing bath looked much more pleasing to the eye. The room was still lit with an unknown cold fragrance, fragrant and fragrant. Almost Zong Jiu had just walked in, and when he took off his shoes and stepped barefoot on the furry carpet, the British short, blue and white, who could only sleep all day long, jumped down from the nest beside the fireplace, and became fat. The ball-like body ran over on the carpet, arching beside the white-haired young man''s trouser legs. Zong Jiu was quite flattered. He squatted down/over, with both hands skillfully around the cat''s legs, and lifted it from the ground to his chest. "His¡ªyou''re fat again." Blue and White meowed twice and licked their paws. The gray-haired young man squinted his eyes. The room was changed and the cat was still there. Before the suite was not that big, it reached the top after two laps. Now this suite should be enough for it to sleep more comfortably. So he held the cat in one hand, picked up the colorful amusement park rule book on the table with the other, hopped over to the bed and opened the booklet to read it. Just like the main system said, this special scene is opened up to heal the mind of the trainees. A large grassland is circled on the left side of the playground, and a large crescent white sand beach is covered on the right. If I remember correctly, there used to be craggy rocks, a piece of reef, but now it has been completely rebuilt and incorporated into the playground by the main system. There are more than 300 kinds of amusement facilities written in the tour manual alone, and this does not include duplicate facilities. For example, four roller coasters of different sizes are unified into one category. It even occupies a vast area that encompasses the sea, and has carried out exciting projects such as hot air balloons, motor boats, skydiving, cliff bungee jumping and so on. At the end of the manual, it says that in order for the trainees to experience the joy of the playground, a special experience card will be issued for each project they play. As long as you can play all the amusement facilities in the park within a month, you can go to the central castle to exchange for a C-level blind box with the collected experience card. This reward is pretty good. Although there are a lot of projects, at least one month, and the most thrilling of these projects is only bungee jumping, which is nothing short of a horror copy of a dead person without starting up. It only takes time and does not need to pay any price. Presumably many trainees will choose to collect experience cards, especially newcomers who lack props and survival points. What''s more, the rewards are still C-level blind boxes. In case you get special items out of shit, it will really make a lot of money. It can be said that from the perspective of activity development, it is indeed the main system''s kindness. It''s really atmospheric. Zong Jiu laughed and turned the page back. After the introduction of the tour guide, the introduction is the two days of Halloween battle royale activities in the main system. Play is secondary, and of course what everyone cares about most is special events. Sure enough, this time the main system full of bad water did not disappoint them. The battle royale campaign was launched on the nineteenth and twentieth days of this month. In fact, there is only one day at full play. As for why it takes two days, because the activity will start at nine o''clock in the evening on the first day and continue until six o''clock in the morning of the second day. The Sunmaster system will put hundreds of ghosts without duplicates in the playground. These ghosts look different and have different personalities. Some ghosts like to peel off people¡¯s skins, some like to add a pot in the middle of the playground to throw people in to cook and eat them, some like to collect people¡¯s eyeballs; some ghosts like to tie people to after catching people On the jumping machine, turn off the brake device, let the jumping machine soar into the sky, and then admire the appearance of the people on it falling down and being thrown into **** meatloaf. Of course, in addition to these bad ghosts, the manual also specifically stated that there may also be good ghosts that are intentionally good. After being caught by the good ghosts, they will only scare you and will not kill. Of course, let¡¯s take a look at these words. At that time, which trainee will still be stupid, go and care about which ghost is good and which ghost is bad. The first reaction when seeing ghosts is that they are not unified: run! ! ! Every hour, the main system will announce a new safe house location. As long as the trainees are in the safe house, they will not be killed by ghosts. However, the location of the safe house changes every hour, and trainees must move from this safe house to another safe house. The rule of the game is that as long as you can stay in the playground for ten hours without being killed, it can be counted as an ordinary pass. Ordinary customs clearance can get a number of A-level blind box draws plus 3,000 survival points. The reward is really not rich. It is estimated that many trainees who retreat in their hearts will consider it carefully. After all, Xu Sen was the best example of flying from C-level to A-level after getting an A-level prop. I don''t know how many people got red eyes. In addition, Battle Royale also has a special clearance task. As long as you can complete this task, you can get an S-level blind box draw. But in general, this activity is a voluntary registration activity. Trainees who want to participate only need to stay in the amusement park at nine o''clock in the evening on the 19th. Participation is not compulsory. After reading it, Zong Jiu became interested in his heart. The one-month rest period is a bit long for him, and it¡¯s boring to not move his muscles and bones. Besides... isn''t the playground also one of the magicians'' favorite stages? He put the manual aside, his eyes sinking slightly, and he hugged the cat sleeping on his chest to the pillow on the other side, jumped off the bed, and unbuttoned his coat. The temperature of the fireplace in the room was too high, and the central air-conditioning was turned on, which was incompatible with the snowy scenery outside. After returning from the copy, the blue and white school uniform that had been worn for 120 days was changed back to the clothes Zong Jiu wore before. Zong Jiu always didn''t care much about what clothes he was wearing. Even though the first floor of the trainee dormitory was an indoor city, he didn''t go to pick a few more for himself except when he dressed up in disguise last time. The white-haired young man walked to the closet. Fortunately, the A-level housekeeper is caring enough, and the daily necessities in the suite are all available. Even the clothes are matched with the style of the room that Zong Jiu chose, and each piece fits his figure. Zong Jiu took a look, then pulled out a plain white shirt from various styles of clothes and threw it on the bed. He turned his back to the closet, untied his hair loop, and unbuttoned the buttons one by one. The white hair was scattered, covering the swan-like neck. The thin fabric slipped from the young man''s shoulders, revealing the graceful lines of his back. The magician''s figure has always been very good, with two slender and straight legs, without the slightest amount of fat. Because of the lack of pigment, he is white as if he can reflect light in this dimly lit room. After doing all this, Zong Jiu bent over to pick up the dirty clothes on the floor, stepped on the carpet, turned and walked to the bathroom, and threw it into the bathroom laundry basket. Under the warm spotlight on the top of the young man''s waist, a sunken shadow was diffused, reflecting the light jumping in the distance, making people dazzling. Where his back was facing, Ying Duan, who was curled up on the bed, raised his head and watched his full set of movements meaningfully. I don''t know if it was an illusion, but there was a dark golden trace in the old cat''s ice blue eyes. When the white-haired young man walked into the bathroom and the sound of water rang out from the surfing pool, Lan Bai took a lazy pace and walked towards the bathroom. It''s a pity that its proud pace did not last long. Just when it entered the bathroom, an irresistible force came from its head. The magician''s five distinct fingers pinched the nape of the cat''s neck. Under the sanctions that cats fear the most, Lan Bai was lifted directly from the furry carpet into the cold mid-air, with four feet fluttering in the air, making helpless meows, a pair of weak, pitiful and helpless. Looks like. What kind of evil can a kitten be.jpg Zong Jiu sneered, "You pretend, then you pretend?" He touched the top of the cat''s head with the other hand, and as expected, he touched a cold puppet thread. "You have a good life no.1, even the cat is controlled, so shameless?" Sure enough, after the identity was found out, Lan Bai immediately stopped the needless struggle, and the gold in his eyes expanded more and more, becoming cold, dangerous, and inorganic. "Want to know where you exposed your stuff?" The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, casually grabbed the puppet thread, and smashed it off slowly. "This cat has always ignored me. Living under the same roof with humans seems to be wronged." "Only you, huh, you don''t even pretend to look like." Chapter 119: Dormitory for trainees I''m afraid that No.1 didn''t expect that he just put down his words in No.1 Middle School not long ago and said "You let me manipulate these ants?", but turned his head to find out more information about his rivals and monitor the other party''s movements. Naturally, a puppet thread was installed on the head of the British short blue and white cat. The key is to settle down. I didn¡¯t expect to be caught on the spot. The most important thing is that the magician did not touch his puppet line and did not divination. What went wrong turned out to be his most proud acting. I have to say that this is simply a shame in shame for the devil who is keen on acting and provoking things. But of course, Zong Jiu didn''t care at all. Originally, Zong Jiu was only a little skeptical about the abnormality of cats today, so he stood at the door of the bathroom and waited for the rabbits. As expected, things were just as he thought. Haha, the no.8 black wizard mistake made in the copy of No.1 Middle School, Zong Jiu will never make it again! The white-haired young man was only wearing a pair of pants. One hand was holding the cat, and the other hand cut the puppet line without hesitation. After confirming that it was correct, he put the cat down from mid-air and hooked it with his fingertips soothingly. Hook it on the back of the neck. The blue and white pupils returned to the normal ice blue in the past, and he glanced at him very noble and coldly, as if saying, "You human being, dare to carry the master in the air, brave!" Zong Jiu: "..." Although I miss the cat that only clings to people just now, this is the normal temperament that a real cat should have. The young man rubbed his blue and white chubby head, lost in thought, "Speaking of which, it seems that I haven''t named you yet." Zong Jiu was born with a great affection for cats. When she was a child in the orphanage, the old nun also raised an orange cat. It is a pity that the nun is old, and the orange cat is also old. Later, when the old nun died, the orange cat was entrusted to Zong Jiu. When attending the funeral, Zong Jiu watched the coffin being buried deep underground, and the black iron cross above was shining brightly on the tombstone. The pastor chanted monotonously in the distance and chanted loudly: "She has calmed down all the toil, and the soul has returned to the Lord''s embrace, Amen!" Later, the orange cat died, Zong Jiu found an iron box, took the cat to the cemetery at midnight, dug up the soil with a shovel and buried it in it. The fashionable and young man only thought that he would go to heaven when buried here, so he hoped that the orange cat would be picked up by the Lord and rested in the Lord''s arms as the pastor said. Later, he was accepted as an apprentice by a magician and showed amazing magic talent. When touring around the world, it was difficult for him to settle down in any country or city because he was touring around the world every day. Has been shelved, and finally nothing came of it. Later, when his hand was injured, he no longer had the mood to raise a cat. Unexpectedly, going around and around, it turned out to be a long-cherished wish after wearing the book. "Yes." Looking at the blue and white icy blue eyes, Zong Jiu bends the corners of his mouth, "Just call you the Great Devil." The Great Demon King was obviously dissatisfied with his new name. After glancing at him, he walked away on an elegant catwalk, and went to sleep. The magician who stayed alone shrugged his shoulders on the spot, and continued to return to his bathing career. After taking a hot bath, it seemed to wash away all the exhaustion. From the copy of the first middle school to the dormitory for the trainees, it is inappropriate to say that it is like passing from the 20th century to the modern civilized society. Zong Jiu fastened his bathrobe, walked to the side of the dryer to dry his hair, returned to the bed, and turned off the light beside the bed. "Ding." With a sound, the entire suite went dark. Only the flame in the fireplace is still jumping, emitting a bright light. It was so quiet for a while, and suddenly, there seemed to be sticky shadows cruising in the dark, and the unknown phantoms gathered and expanded, but at a certain moment, they suddenly disappeared like a tide. On the soft big bed, the young man''s long silver-white eyelashes moved slightly, opening his eyes vigilantly. However, after more than ten minutes after he opened his eyes, there were no other changes in the suite. To no avail, Zong Jiu slowly closed his eyes again. Outside the window, the heavy snow was flying like fluttering cotton wool, wrapping the tall tree canopy in silver. The big devil nestled by the fireplace, his tail rising and falling one after another. Everything fell into silence. #### It was already the next day after Zong Jiu woke up. This sleep made him refreshed and full of vitality. He lay in bed and ordered breakfast with a light screen. After getting up and brushing his teeth, the butler in the tuxedo also pushed the silver dining car and knocked on his door. The A-level exclusive butler poured a cup of hot soy milk for him, poured Dutch juice on the eggs Benedict wrapped in white bread and uncovered a cage of steaming Cantonese morning refreshments. The baked fried dough sticks are spread on the frosting paper, and a napkin is laid out for him and knives and forks are arranged for him. Before leaving, there was still a professional smile on his face, and he bent over to put a bowl of boiled chicken at the right temperature for the big devil, and then retreated respectfully. Before enjoying this hearty breakfast, Zong Jiu first used the tarot card to fortune telling, and only after he made sure that the caring butler had not been manipulated by the increasingly boring No.1, he moved his head. Unexpectedly, just as Zong Jiu was eating breakfast, an unexpected guest suddenly appeared outside the door. "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk." When the knock on the door sounded, the magician was cutting the bacon while figuring out which part of the body should be strengthened with the 8,000 survival points obtained from this level-up. Zong Jiu had this idea when the fight with the devil was downwind. After he has adjusted his physical strength, it is not a no.1 punch. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, Zong Jiu lazily put down his knife and fork, and turned on the camera on the light screen. After seeing the person standing outside, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows. Oh, he didn''t expect that he didn''t come to the door, but this person came to the door by himself. That''s right, it''s not someone else who came out of the door, it''s Zhugean, the dog-headed sergeant. Zong Jiu pressed the open button on the light screen, and the dark wooden carved door opened silently from both sides, revealing the dimly lit entrance. The black-haired man wore a black robes with an immortal style and bones. He walked in with windy footsteps and walked in without squinting his eyes. His face was still as calm and cold as usual, without any waves. "Rare." The white-haired young man was still sitting on the bed, lazily propped his head, raised the soy milk on the side and signaled from afar, "Have you had breakfast, do you want to eat together?" The butler was so considerate. He set up a long table directly on the bed and arranged breakfast on top. Woke up in the morning and ate breakfast in bed. The taste was absolutely amazing. At least before finishing this breakfast, Zong Jiu would never get out of bed. It''s a pity that Zhuge secretly seems to be incomprehensible. Standing at the junction of the hallway and the living room, he was as tall as a tall pine and cypress, and his face was cold. The only pair of black eyes stared at the magician who was cutting eggs on the bed without blinking. He didn''t speak, and Zong Jiu was so happy that he didn''t speak, but chewed slowly, depending on who was calm. Seeing Zong Jiu''s appearance, Zhuge was not in a hurry. He walked a few steps in the huge room, found a fabric sofa critically, picked up the hem of the Taoist robe, and the old **** sat down on the ground. Zong Jiu immediately understood. This old Zhuge Piff indeed deliberately let him enter the B-level collective copy. Although the C-level collective copy is indeed dangerous, it still lacks something compared to the B-level. It is estimated that this is what Zhuge secretly wants him to know. However, no one likes to be calculated, even if it is well-intentioned, that will not work. The bright table knife in the hand of the white-haired young man turned a circle between his fingers, drew a bright silver light, and immediately made a sharp noise when it fell on the edge of the dinner plate. "Just say what you want to say, this time I have nothing to ask you, but you ask me, it''s boring to cover up." Hearing his words so unceremoniously, Zhuge was unmoved secretly. His meaningful gaze turned on Zong Jiu''s body, and then he said unhurriedly: "Very well, you should know my intentions." Zong Jiu slapped the table knife on the table and snorted coldly, "That really disappointed Mr. Zhuge. I have already joined hands with the devil. The ways are different. Please go back." Zhuge secretly laughed like he heard some funny joke, "You won''t." "Then tell me, why am I not?" Zong Jiu also raised his eyebrows, "I believe you have seen it a long time ago. We are essentially the same kind of people. Otherwise, why do you keep covering up and guarding me?" This is indeed true. no.1 Other nonsense words don¡¯t even believe a word of Pian Zongjiu, but he said that the two of them are the same kind of people, and there is no problem with the words themselves. Even Zong Jiu believes in his heart that there is nothing to refute. local. He didn''t think this could be hidden from Zhuge An, because Zong Jiu never tried to hide his nature in front of the other party. So after the No. 1 Middle School figured out Zhuge An''s intentions, he knew in his heart that this conversation was inevitable, but it was a question of who came first. Zhuge''s dark and deep eyes stared at him from a distance, "Devils are unfettered beasts, morality, laws, etiquette...you don''t care about these, but you are different." "You have a chain on you." no.3 means something, ¡°What¡¯s even more strange is that...you know the existence of the chain, but you don¡¯t want to break free of it. Because you have seen the appearance after breaking free of it, there is no bondage, maybe just pure I don¡¯t want myself to be like that, nothing more." "So, I guess, you voluntarily put this chain on yourself." The smile on Zong Jiu''s face slowly faded, and the hostile atmosphere that he had carried before disappeared. He did not speak, but Zhuge secretly turned on the tuberculosis attribute again, stood up from Sofa Hill, and walked slowly around the room. "I know about the collective copy of the B-level trainees, and it is the same as the Tai Chi gossip plate push. Now that you have already figured out my intentions, I won''t say much. But...I have one more thing. I don¡¯t understand, you need to help me out." When everything came to this point, Zong Jiu shrugged instead, "I would like to hear the details." Yes, he is like a demon, but not like it. It can even be said that they are similar to each other back to back, but they face in opposite directions no.1 When expressing the meaning of cooperation to him, whether or not the devil agreed with Zong Jiu''s idea of ??stabbing the knife again, Zong Jiu could not agree to it. This was his principle. Since Zhuge could see through this, he didn''t bother to hide it. The black-haired man walked up to him, his eyes full of inquisition, "You can obviously ignore Class 9 and you can not avenge those two people, why do you do it?" That''s right, Zong Jiu can indeed ignore it. He is not sorrowful and joyous by anyone''s sorrows and joys, obviously he can manage himself just like the first two copies, so why bother to be nosy. "Because I made a promise to Class Nine, I am not an unbelieving person. Since I have said it, I will definitely do it." After a while, Zong Jiu said, "As for the ninety-nine and fifteenth..." At this moment, he finally said his true inner thoughts. One recklessly plays with the world, the other is indifferent and indifferent, the shadows of the two people gradually overlap, but it is a pity that one is floating and bright, and the other is sinking into the abyss. Under the light, the face of the white-haired youth was unhumanly cold. "¡ª¡ªThe suffering of these people attracts me because they are unnecessary." "Since there is no need, when I am in a good mood, I will help with lofty compassion. Isn''t that the same as the devil who is in a good mood and picks things up everywhere? What''s the difference?" Chapter 120: Dormitory for trainees After Zong Jiu said this, the suite fell into a long-lost silence for a while. As he said, he chose to help Class 9 only because of the promise he had made. And the reason for revenge on the 99th and 15th is more because Zong Jiu felt that he had not fulfilled the promise he had made at the beginning and was angry. Even the help is not for any purpose. It''s just a good mood, so you can help yourself. The difference is that he and the devil have different ways of having fun. This kind of compassion, on the contrary, is high, and it is not moved by the suffering itself, but just feels that the suffering is unnecessary. As for the other joys and sorrows, he was born like a membrane separated from the world, unable to comprehend, what empathy is he talking about? The black-haired man was taken aback for a moment, and his always indifferent face was slightly loosened. "Sometimes the distinction between good and evil is not so obvious. The process is not important, as long as the result is good, that''s a good person." These words didn''t know how Zong Jiu, who had just shown his cold side, picked it up. Throughout the years before and after passing through the book, Zhuge An was the first to send him a good person card. What''s more, this guy is very resourceful and invisibly adds a lot of weight to the good person card issued. The white-haired young man was silent for a while, his tone was slightly unnoticeable, "...whatever you say." Zhuge looked at him secretly, and there was a rare emotion in his heart that he didn''t know how to speak. If you have to say something, it might be more pity. Emotions don¡¯t all have drawbacks, but if a person can¡¯t even understand emotions, it¡¯s too pitiful. Because it will be difficult for him to experience friendship, family affection, or even love. He cannot return the equivalent love of his loved ones, and he will not even shed a tear at the funeral; he will be alone because he will not have friends, let alone love. The joys and sorrows in the world have nothing to do with him, like a ghost wandering in the world. Zhuge secretly didn''t know whether No.1 was like magician, and it also had natural barriers to emotions. But it is undeniable that, from his logical point of view, it is not surprising that such a person does anything. After all, for them, everything in the world has lost its color, and can only find interest on their own. For the devil, his interest is to take pleasure in the pain of others. So for the magician-- Thinking of this, Zhuge suddenly realized. He remembered what Zong Jiu said in the first copy. A great magician who had crippled his hands, could no longer hold a card, and realized the despair of the world. If he wants to do evil, he should break free of the chain and become a demon-like existence as early as when his fate fell to the bottom of his life. But Zong Jiu didn''t. This not only strengthened Zhuge An''s previous conclusion that "the chain was worn by Zong Jiu himself", but also understood the meaning behind it. Thinking of this, Zhuge closed his eyes secretly and couldn''t help but sigh in his heart. It is worthy of being the savior calculated by Tai Chi Bagua. Is there anything more likely to become a rival than an existence that is obviously similar but runs in the opposite direction? Maybe they will be attracted by each other''s nature, but in the end they will only meet each other. There is no need for temptation at all. Zhuge thought to himself that he shouldn''t believe this. There was a long silence in the room, only the sound of the young man sipping soy milk. The fireplace was still crackling and crackling, the flames jumping, jumping and disappearing. "He invited you?" Zong Jiu answered indifferently, "Yes." One of the more comfortable talking to smart people is that they don¡¯t need to understand every sentence, because they can guess the direction and results that follow. For example, now, Zhuge An knows directly and accurately that the devil is still waiting for the magician''s reply, and what the consequences will be if Zong Jiu rejects the devil. "If you refuse, then you are the real enemy." Zhuge said dimly: "His purpose is to control all S-levels. Sooner or later you will rise to S-level. Conflicts and differences between you are inevitable. You should be aware of this." "Not bad." The white-haired young man nodded and put the cup of soy milk back on the table. "The enemy''s enemy is a friend. Congratulations. Although I don''t plan to board your thief ship yet, at least we have the same goal at this stage." "I guess Mr. Zhuge is not here to talk to me." Zong Jiu smiled, "I have shown my sincerity. If the husband has not proved his intention, please go back." "Not urgent." Zhuge swept his clothes secretly, sat back on the sofa, and finally made up his mind to have a long conversation with him. "It''s true that I have a plan." Zong Jiu: "......?" So fast forward to the strategist¡¯s offer? ...... Zhuge secretly talked with Zong Jiu for a long time, always talking from dawn to dark. Of course, Zong Jiu''s attitude towards Zhuge An is still dubious, because he is still worried about Zhuge An''s concealment and deception after the last dialogue. However, he used the tarot card to test it several times in the name of going to the bathroom, and he was shocked to find that this guy had a very sincere attitude this time and didn''t play yin. After bidding farewell to Zhuge An, Zong Jiu pondered for a long time. This is really weird. Can a conversation really produce such a big effect? Obviously Zhuge had doubts about his attitude before, but now he has come to a big turn of 360 degrees. He shook his head, changed his clothes in the bathroom, and walked out of the trainee dormitory slowly. It''s only eight o''clock, and there are still several hours before the opening of the colorful amusement park at midnight. The reason Zong Jiu came out was because he had received several B-level trainees. The collective copy really enhances the relationship between each other, such as the 97 trainees in Class 9. Everyone made an appointment to go to the top bar for a drink after returning to the trainee dormitory, so it was decided tonight. When Zong Jiu reached the top floor, all the others in Class 9 had arrived. Without special events, the atmosphere of the top bar is more like a bar, with laser lights and DJ bands singing along, and the table that was used as a king''s game has now become a bar counter. A little further away, there were ninety-six people sitting at the big table. It is worth noting that there are two wine glasses filled with a glass of wine in the middle of the table. "Brother Nine is here!" "Good evening, Brother Nine, come for a drink!" Everyone was a little drunk, and their eyes were red. I don''t know what they were talking about, but the atmosphere was good. Seeing them like this, Zong Jiu casually took a glass of wine from the waiter on the side and greeted him from a distance, "Anyway, it''s good to survive." This sentence seems to have turned on a certain switch, and the eyes of the trainees are even redder. After going through the dungeon of No.1 Middle School, they are still at B-level. Among them, one or two of them have been promoted to A-level. Now when it comes to the 120 days of life in the dungeon, they can¡¯t help but feel sad. . After drinking for three rounds, someone suddenly asked, "Brother Nine, are you planning to establish your own organization?" This question made everyone on the table look over at once, and everyone''s eyes were burning, waiting for his answer. Zong Jiu paused, his tone was vague, "I do have some thoughts." When he said that, it was clear to the few trainees who had been promoted to A-level on the wine table. Zong Jiu always avoided the trouble of establishing an organization. But why he is so positive this time, that is indeed a reason. As we all know, advanced trainees can get clues about the next copy in advance. A-level trainees are already at the top of the entire thriller trainee program, and naturally they will have many clues. As for Zhuge An, as No. 3, he only knows more. After they talked for so long, naturally it would not be a small chat, but based on the current situation, they made a preliminary plan for the future. The next copy, the reminder that the main system left for senior trainees is a collective copy. A-level can know a little bit more, so Zong Jiu knows that the next dungeon is not a randomly assigned collective dungeon, but a dungeon that can be teamed up by trainees. Since it is possible to form a team to participate, the maneuverability is much greater. Rather than being assigned to a sloppy team, it''s better to form a team by yourself, at least you can be more trustworthy. It is also based on the premise of this team collective copy mode that Zhuge secretly offered a strategy. No.3 is not very optimistic about the current situation of the entire S-level. I am afraid that nearly half of the S-levels have fallen into the control of the devil. Zong Jiu thinks about no.8 and the holy child, plus a black Azan , Deeply agrees. Now that it has been determined that future conflicts are inevitable, it is better to start first. After the grade evaluation ended yesterday, Zhuge secretly contacted the Tuyumen and the exorcist. These two people are the only two in the S-class he can trust in existence that is not controlled by the devil. In other words, Zhuge An has already paved the way for Zongjiu. As for the thief ship that is hostile to No.1, everything is in Zongjiu''s convenience. Because even if he didn''t get on the thief ship, Zhuge An would not be able to let the devil do anything wrong, and he was bound to launch a counterattack. And Zong Jiu didn''t give much consideration. He was already mentally prepared for the current situation. The devil had always been in a dominant position, this time, Zong Jiuyue was eager to try to stab him in the back first. He hasn''t been afraid of anyone yet, and being hostile to the devil is much more fun than cooperating with him. It is one of the most fun things Zong Jiu can find at this stage. So this time in the amusement park, Zong Jiu and Zhuge discussed it secretly, and both decided to make a big deal. Not only the amusement park, the next collective copy, he also intends to give the devil an unexpected surprise. Of course, the first step of the plan is to pretend to agree to the cooperation of the devil. Hearing what Zong Jiu said, the trainees on the wine table were suddenly excited. "Brother Nine, if you really set up an organization, we big guys are willing to follow you." "That is, although it''s just a copy, we all treat you as a big brother sincerely. Brother Jiu, you are a newcomer. Now only a few rounds of copies have reached the A level, and the future is limitless." "Yes, that''s right, we also want to hold Brother Jiu''s thigh." It is said that the survivors are ruthless, but since they are humans, how can they be truly ruthless? The more difficult it is, the more one''s abilities can be seen, and the magician really convinced them. "Furthermore, maybe there will be another chance soon, maybe." Zong Jiu smiled, "Don''t worry about the next dungeon, do any of you plan to participate in the Halloween Battle Royale event? How about forming a team?" Chapter 121: Colorful Amusement Park Zong Jiu''s proposal to form a team was really not a whim. Up to now, the thriller trainee competition has passed three rounds. The trainees of the FE level have been eliminated, and the remaining trainees have been brushed again. At present, there are only five thousand scattered. After the next round of team dungeons, the D-level trainees will undoubtedly be eliminated, and only the four-level trainees of SABC will remain. The total of these four levels is estimated to be two thousand people, and there is at least one guarantee of the lowest level of strength in multiple rounds of elimination. According to Zhuge An, the first three rounds of dungeons are all A-level dungeons, and the difficulty of the next group dungeon is likely to be a serious S-level dungeon. So according to this speculation, the next round of dungeons is absolutely impossible to be less difficult than S-level. In this regard, Zhuge secretly produced convincing evidence: "I suspect that the next round of dungeons will be infinitely close to the difficulty of Super S-level dungeons, because the Tai Chi Bagua Pan cannot deduce any information." It was not until no.3 that Zong Jiu knew that the Super S dungeon could not use props. Inability to use props, this is not equivalent to being an ordinary person, there is no other way except for the brain, and you know how terrible it will be when you think about it. "The Super S Grade dungeon has only appeared once in the history of infinite loops. All members of the dungeon who entered the dungeon have no survivors, but instead released an extremely terrifying existence from that Super S Grade dungeon." The black-haired man has a profound meaning, "There are only super-S grade dungeons, or more advanced high-dimensional worlds, otherwise they won''t be able to get immunity from props." The white-haired young man watched his nose and his heart without answering. After being discovered that he is immune to the control of the devil, he has already encountered two people picking up horses. Fortunately, Zhuge secretly didn''t seem to care about this. After all, his mission is the same as previously said, just find the person in the prophecy and assist him in fulfilling Guiguzi''s long-cherished wish. That''s why the final conclusion is very worthy of scrutiny. There is no doubt that if you want to enter the Super S Grade dungeon, let alone two thousand people, even if it is five thousand people, it would be good if you can survive five hundred. After the equivalent of this Super S instance, one more final battle is needed to choose the last 100 people who survived the thriller trainee competition. In other words, they don''t have much time. If you want to seize the opportunity before, you must first prepare for the worst and protect yourself as much as possible. In case the other S-levels are controlled by the devil, at any rate, there is a possibility of confronting them at last. Zong Jiu felt right. At this moment, he and Zhuge An are already grasshoppers tied to a line. What''s more, the devil clearly expressed his interest in him, not to mention that he can ignore the control of no. Break the puppet line. If this fight really starts, the first thing to be solved is him, so why not make the first move first? As soon as the voice fell, almost all the remaining 96 trainees in the 9th class raised their hands in unison. No. 98 smiled and said, "Brother Nine, no need to count, we will all go." Before the magician came, the trainees of Class 9 had a drink and I had a drink. Everyone opened their hearts and said what was not said in the original copy. "Oh, if we were stronger then, maybe the ninety-nine and fifteenth would not have to sacrifice." "Yes, in the final analysis, we are too dishevelled, and we are holding back Brother Jiu." "I have decided to go for this event. I am seeking wealth and wealth, and I have to pay a price to improve my strength." "Huh? You are going, all right, then I will be with you." "Add me." "Me too." ...... What everyone thinks is very simple. In the final analysis, the tragedy that happened in the first middle school was because they were not strong enough. The B-level trainees are in an embarrassing position that they can''t get better. It is not as important as the A-level trainees in the organization, and naturally it will not receive much attention. It is like a mainstay in the week, and it is more than the best. Before coming to participate in the thriller trainee competition, many of them followed the organization to sign up. After coming in, the main system announced that only one hundred people could live in the end, and it was a little frustrating. But now it''s different. Now they not only carry the hope that they want to live, but also carry the share of ninety-nine and fifteen. And it is the latter two that give everyone the energy that they can never finish. No one opposed the proposal to participate in the Halloween event. Even if Brother Jiu didn''t plan to lead the team, everyone decided to go to the Dragon Lake and Tiger Den. Now that they had decided to go, Zong Jiushun sent a message to Xu Su and Xu Sen, asking them to come to the top bar to meet. After everyone arrived, Zong Jiu began to make his own layout. Now that he has decided to engage in trouble, from behind, he can''t expose his secret connection with Zhuge. "There are still 20 full days before the Halloween event. During this period, don''t lose sight of the big things. First, get the blind box of the colorful amusement park experience card, and you can also step on it." Here we have to talk about the insidiousness of the main system. The main system announced the gameplay of the battle royale, but did not announce the map of the colorful amusement park, and even told the trainees intimately that there are many space doors that lead directly to the trainee dormitory. It will not affect the process of everyone returning to the dormitory to rest. This is to tell everyone that if you are interested in participating in the Halloween Battle Royale, you must rush to find out the map of the playground in these twenty days, otherwise the main system will directly announce which building or amusement device the safe house is. , I don''t know where to go. But the problem is that the colorful amusement park is too big. They stood on the top floor of the trainee dormitory and looked down. The island, which was originally only a few rocks, has now expanded to an incredible range, and you can only see the amusement park lights shining in the night sky. There are hundreds of types of facilities without duplicates, and each type of amusement facility may have repetitions. In this generalized calculation, there are probably nearly 900 types of amusement facilities, and the scene is larger than ten Disney, otherwise the main system will not be large. Give them twenty days of compassion to explore. "A total of one hundred and ten people, then divide into eleven teams." The white-haired young man touched his chin, "All we have to do is draw the map of the amusement park first." "It''s the kind of map that has to be accurate to the space gate, and there can be no glitches." This is indeed a big project, plus everyone needs to get an experience card, presumably it won''t be much easier for the next twenty days. Everyone said "Yes!", indicating that they would definitely complete the task. Seeing their cooperation, Zong Jiu nodded in satisfaction. "Let''s go, it''s almost midnight, let''s go down and have a look together." ...... Nearly midnight, the abnormal movement in the colorful amusement park slowly stopped. The amusement park that the trainees saw in the studio was still half-finished. After they returned to the dormitory, the amusement park continued to grow out of thin air. The flowers in the flowerbeds grew one by one, and the steel and iron bones of the roller coaster were built one by one in the air, and then they were painted with different colors. Until now, all the amusement facilities and the colored lights on the ceiling slowly light up. The central castle is illuminated by the spotlights in different colors. The lanterns are floating in the air, and the tassels hanging on the trees flicker, like the silver flower of the fire tree, and the sparks swaying. . "boom--" At midnight, as if the open button was pressed, thousands of fireworks suddenly burst into the sky behind the castle, illuminating the night sky like daylight, dyed in dazzling colors. In the distant seashore, a huge searchlight suddenly turned on deep under the sea. The small light bulbs floating in the sea floated up and down, making the seabed that has no light reach bright and clear, and letting the bottom of the sea tunnel slowly appear. A dazzling sea of ??stars, like a real fairy tale world. [Special scene: Colorful Amusement Park, already opened] [Panoramic cameras will be opened in all areas, and each participant will open their own cameras and live broadcast rooms during the Halloween event] [The scene will be retained forever after the event, for daily entertainment purposes] As soon as the icy mechanical sound fell, like a trick, a lot of staff suddenly appeared at the gate of the amusement park that was still empty just now. Different from Las Vegas and the top bar, these staff are not wearing croupier uniforms, nor do they have the most common dovetail in trainee dormitories. Instead, they wear all kinds of doll clothes. Looking around, there are teddy bears, Bugs Bunny, little yellow duck, Donald Duck... wait, there are so many, there are even Ultraman hoods, there are hundreds of dolls that do not have a duplicate. These dolls are either pushing an ice cream cart or a popcorn cart in their hands, and they also have water guns in their hands ready to be distributed near the water park, with small baskets of fresh strawberries and fruits on their backs. A trainee happened to be thirsty, and walked quickly to the tray in front of the doll and took a glass of juice. The teddy bear lowered his head, the corners of his mouth on the doll cloth were strangely cocked, and the corners of the mouth painted in red were bright. At this moment, the main system made a sound again. [Dingdong, new special reminder] [All staff in the amusement park are dressed up as NPCs for the Halloween event] Halloween event npc? Isn''t that-- The D-class trainee who just took the juice from the teddy bear and was drinking from the cup stiffened his back. The next second he squirted the juice out, making his **** pee stumbling backwards and crawling. The voice has changed, screaming in the night sky. "Help! There is a ghost! Ahhhhhhhhh!" The main system spoke again after an interval of more than ten seconds. [Before the Halloween event starts, the npc will not pose any threat to the trainees, and the headgear cannot be taken off in any form. On the contrary, trainees cannot use special props on npc during this period, please be aware] Like the words of the main system, the teddy bear nodded stiffly. The scarlet oil paint became more and more frightening, and it seemed that there was an illusion of cuteness and cuteness. In the silent night sky, the sound of the trainees swallowing saliva became particularly noticeable. Even if the main system said it, the ghost is still a ghost! It won''t be a ghost because you don''t take off your headgear! Who knows if these dolls are a headless corpse under their headgear, or a female ghost sister with long fluttering hair who appears specially in the middle of the night, or a Texas chainsaw massacre who likes to peel off the skin and stick it on his face. After the main system ruthlessly revealed the inside story of these dolls, no one dared to associate them with the word "cute" anymore. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and talked to the surrounding squad nine in a low voice. That''s right, the temporary name of their combined squad was called the Jiuban squad. Zong Jiu wanted to gather some people to join him in the team dungeon, but this did not mean that he wanted to establish an organization. After all, these trainees in Class 9 also have their own organization before joining the thriller trainee competition. There are even teammates in the organization. It is not necessary for everyone to make a choice in the organization and organization. Not only is it unnecessary, but it will attract unnecessary hostility. . On the contrary, it is better to form a temporary team. Other organizations will consider using these dispensable B-level trainees in their organization to get closer to the strongest rookie, the magician, and you don''t need to worry too much if you achieve your goal. "This doll is a bit interesting, so please pay more attention to it when you explore it." The white-haired young man stared at the dolls, "Do you remember the booklet says that ghosts for Halloween events are also divided into good ghosts and bad ghosts?" "The main system said that NPCs can''t attack trainees before Halloween, but it didn''t say that trainees can''t talk to ghosts and find clues, right?" Chapter 122: Colorful Amusement Park The trainees in the ninth squad suddenly realized. Yes, the main system may indeed have such a purpose in it. Although it is impossible to figure out what the ghost is in the doll''s headgear, the cover is close, and it is still okay to talk. As long as you can communicate and have body language, it is equivalent to getting information. This is a compulsory course for trainees to survive in the horror copy. "Brother Nine is right, we also have to pay attention to this aspect when drawing maps." The captains of eleven teams led the trainees, and each of them carried a messenger bag on their backs with paper and pen in the bag. Although there is no map in the Seven Colors Amusement Park, it is divided into different areas, divided into one to eleven, which also fits the grouping mode of the nine teams. After discussion, everyone decided that everyone was responsible for an area, waved goodbye at the gate of the amusement park, and hurried to the mission location of their team. As the command leader, Zong Jiu didn''t arrange any tasks for himself. After looking up at the night, he walked slowly in the park with his hands behind his back. The atmosphere in the colorful amusement park is very full. Whether it''s lighting, scenery, cheerful music that can be heard everywhere, or any small decoration, all are filled with a beautiful and joyful atmosphere. Tulips planted in the flower bed, sinks specially shaped like squirrels, light brown tiles of the same color spread all the way on the ground, cartoon paintings, carved flowers are smiling faces, and even the details are very fairy tale. The barrage that just started the live broadcast couldn''t help but be crazy. [Wow, it looks like this event scene is really good. What is the colorful playground? It is more relevant to call the dream playground.] [Well, this game is too cool, there is even a playground to play, no, we also have to apply for one in the infinite loop like the main system, adults also need a playground for psychological counseling! ¡¿ [Yes, we too! Playground gkd! ¡¿ As the main system said, after entering the park, all the trainees will unconsciously let go of their tight hearts, showing a relaxed expression. Coupled with the countless amusement facilities, it is indeed easy for people to forget their troubles. After entering the park, many trainees watched Zong Jiu in secret. As a newcomer in the limelight now, he is naturally even more eye-catching after rising to A rank. It''s just that no one dared to step forward and provoke him this time, but looked at him with admiration and awe from the side. Occasionally, there were A-level trainees along the way, and most of them would nod their heads. Zong Jiu ignored the gazes of these people, and after walking around for a while, he walked to an ice cream truck and stopped. Behind the ice cream truck stood a little yellow duck bouncing on the spot. No one paid any attention to the little yellow duck, but the little yellow duck jumped up on his own, looking lively and cute. Zong Jiu walked up and knocked on the glass window, "Excuse me, give me a vanilla ice cream." After knowing the true identities of these dolls, most of the people in the amusement park had no time to hide, and it was rare that one took the initiative to send them to the door. Many people watched it immediately. The little yellow duck, which seems to be suffering from ADHD, also stopped. The black bean-sized doll looked at him a few times. Then he picked up the ice cream scoop with the fat little yellow hand and dug a big pile for him clumsily. , Baba handed it over. "Thank you." The white-haired young man squinted his eyes, took the bowl of ice cream, took the cocoa powder on the side and sprinkled it around, then turned and left. The doll clothes issued by the main system can not only serve as a shield, but also block the sight of all special props, and even remove the yin aura that comes with ghosts, even if there is a top psychic standing here at the moment. Without the prompt from the main system, there is no problem with these dolls. But Zong Jiu could intuitively feel the undisguised malice released from this little yellow duck. It seems that it can be ruled out. The little yellow duck selling ice cream in a district is definitely not a good ghost in the main system manual. He silently remembered one in his heart. While eating ice cream, he walked forward, and when he saw a doll, he went up and flirted twice. After a while, he was holding popcorn snacks, Coke, ice cream and many other foods. What''s interesting is that Zong Jiu was tempted down this road, and there was no good ghost. The malice that most dolls exude, even if it is a thick layer of clothing, can''t stop them. At first glance, it is a serious ghost with deep resentment. There is also a **** smell that lingers all over the body. I don''t know how many lives have been taken. It is also fortunate that the psychic can''t function now, otherwise the ability will be scared and fainted. Is it so hard to find a good ghost? Obviously, the manual issued by the main system stated that there is a ratio of 1:3 between good and bad ghosts, so I didn''t see it when I walked this way. Zong Jiu shook his head and walked under the tree, putting down the extra thing in his hand. When the lights are turned on in the playground, there is not much difference from the daytime. After returning to the dormitory yesterday, many trainees slept for a whole day. At night, they were alive and well, playing crazy in the playground. The most popular in this area is the Little Red Riding Hood doll with a strawberry basket, because this doll is only three heads tall, and a few of so many dolls are willing to talk to the trainees. There was still a voice coming from afar. "Thank you brother, brother is so kind." The most important thing is that Little Red Riding Hood''s voice is soft and cute, and he also said that he was eaten by Grandma Wolf to become a ghost. Many trainees put her in the good ghost camp in their hearts and came to take care of her strawberry business. The magician glanced from a distance, then withdrew his gaze uninterestedly. This Little Red Riding Hood is not a kind person at first glance. Although there is no obvious mistake on the surface, there are not many such diligent ghosts in the entire amusement park. With the Halloween Battle Royale before the event, the relationship between the trainee and the npc has become a hunter and the hunted. Even a good ghost cannot catch up with the prey. "Ah ah ah ah ah--" Inside the lamppost, Bach¡¯s balanced piano music was played. Accompanied by the melodious and frustrated tunes, the roller coaster hanging upside down in the sky crashed past, and there were waves of high screams from the distance above. After walking around for a while, there was no extra harvest, so Zong Jiu simply went to line up next to the upside-down roller coaster. This roller coaster can be called the longest roller coaster in the entire colorful amusement park. Although it is not as exciting as the vertical roller coaster, the track of the upside-down roller coaster traverses the entire area of ??the large park. Hanging on it and walking around it is equivalent to traveling the entire amusement park. Driving from the starting point to the finishing point, Zong Jiu didn''t change his expression at all, but he almost captured the overall overview of the entire park in his eyes. It happened that while he was riding the roller coaster, Zhuge secretly sent him a subpoena. [The hot air balloon by the sea can overlook the entire park, and several S-classes are also here] The seaside hot air balloon is also one of the projects opened in the colorful amusement park. The hot air balloon is quite smart, with a joystick on it. Once it reaches a certain height, it can no longer be higher, and can only be seen in the air. What Zong Jiu can think of is naturally impossible for other S-levels to think of. What''s more, most of them still have leaders of their own organizations, so they naturally lead their subordinates to draw amusement park maps on hot air balloons. ¡¾it is good¡¿ In the past twenty days, the tarot card''s divination reply has to be used to detect whether the S-level has any signs of being manipulated by the devil. Now Zhuge concealed only the exorcist and the Tu Yumen to join, and Zong Jiu eliminated the black Azan and the black wizard, and only no.2 Fanzhuo and no.6 were left that could be detected. The water-controlling ability nicknamed Poseidon. To be cautious, it was also a lesson from the dark wizard, Zong Jiu decided to test the entire S-level again. As he thought, he was about to take a tarot card for divination, but he caught a glimpse of it inadvertently. Not far away, a clown in a clown costume was holding a bunch of balloons, leaning against the wall bored and throwing stones to play. "Balloons~~~ Colorful and beautiful balloons~~~ Does anyone want one~~~?" The clown''s tone is weird and gloomy, erratic, like sawing a thick iron plate with a chainsaw, it sounds creepy. In addition, his makeup is too weird. The red and green oil paint covers the entire face, and the white powder paint is all over the face. It is easy to remind people of certain horror nursery rhymes and certain classic characters. Seeing that no one wanted his balloons, everyone avoided him one by one. The smiley oil on the clown''s face became brighter and he shook his head and turned around. At this moment, Zong Jiu, who was wearing a windbreaker, came over, "Give me one." [Fuck, this clown looks scary, the magician is not afraid of it, admiring it. jpg] [Indeed, when I see this clown, I think of that A-level dungeon... and it¡¯s a coincidence that the background of that dungeon is also a playground] [Grass, it''s too grassy, ??is it the clown''s travel notes upstairs? Who can think of it, such a warm name, ranked among the top three most terrifying A-level dungeons] [Don¡¯t say it, don¡¯t say it, my psychological shadow is coming out, yue] "This guest~ do you want balloons~~" Seeing someone coming, the clown almost jumped up from the ground with excitement, grinning, but let the oil on his face squeeze more and more together, and the picture was once very beautiful. Zong Jiu nodded, his face unchanged, "Well, just the smiling balloon." The clown stared at his expression closely, and after confirming that he really wanted a balloon, he let out a sharp laugh, but carefully untied the white rope in his hand and handed the smiling balloon over. "Thank you." Zong Jiu calmly thanked him, holding the balloon as he was about to go back, but he was stopped by the clown again, "wait." The white-haired young man turned his head and saw the clown standing in the shadows, kicking the stones with pointed shoes under his feet, hesitating for a long time before speaking, "I have been selling balloons here." What does this mean? The barrage was stunned. But looking at Zong Jiu''s chest, he nodded, "I know, I will come to play with you." I met this good ghost along the way. Even if the clown didn''t say anything, Zong Jiu would often come to contact him for more than a dozen days. The clown was taken aback, the smile on his face widened, and circles of white teeth accompanied his lips, as scarlet as blood. He stood in place with a happy, needed smile, watching the white-haired magician leave, and then he muttered to himself while holding his face. "Ok, I''m waiting for you to come and play with me." Chapter 123: Colorful Amusement Park The barrage was shocked by this hand. [Fuck, didn¡¯t this clown just say that he sells balloons here? How come the magician can connect to his channel all at once, scaring me to death] [This...maybe the strange feeling between the magician and the clown? ¡¿ [But again, this clown is ugly, but it''s pretty cute (softly forced. jpg)] [I, I also want to say this, there is a weird sense of cuteness orz, so after all, I can perfectly understand the meaning of the clown, the magician is really not a normal person, right] ...... After bidding farewell to the only good ghost clown Zong Jiu found in the amusement park tonight, he continued to walk forward holding the smiling balloon. Staring at the big smiling face on the balloon, Zong Jiu paused, lowered his head, and carefully tied the string of white thread to the button of the trench coat on his chest, and continued to walk forward slowly. It is also magical. Maybe after finally meeting a good ghost, the ghost that Zong Jiu encounters next is also half good and bad, unlike before, you can feel the undisguised thickness when you just slid to the side and stopped. Malicious. Gradually, after walking all the way down, Zong Jiu also discovered the law. Those with cute doll shells, such as Little Red Riding Hood with a basket of strawberries, Alice in a poker skirt, and a white rabbit with a carrot in her hand...Almost no exceptions, all bad ghost. And these guys also behaved very kindly to the trainees. Under the premise that the main system npc could not hurt the trainees during inactive hours, many low-level trainees relied on this to put down their guard. On the contrary, there are clowns with bright scary paint on their faces, crazy hats who don¡¯t know what to wear, and weird women floating in the air in red skirts and hoods. These dolls are rather malicious. They can¡¯t be found. What''s the clue. But the problem is that each of these ghost dolls is not normal. Clowns sell balloons, Mad Hatter dances on the street, and weird women hang on trees to show off their voices. As long as they are normal people, they will be scared, let alone go to them. Talked up. As the saying goes, people cannot be judged by their appearance, and now they cannot be judged by their appearance. Who knows whether the ghosts under these dolls'' skins are good or bad. The lights in the amusement park are dazzling, and every road seems to be shining, making people wonder where to go. Countless figures passed by him, and the figures flickered into dark shadows that could not be seen clearly, blurred into a single piece under the night sky. Only Zongjiu is still walking alone. The young man walked by the street with retro lampposts burning with golden-red flames. His knee-length khaki windbreaker set his physique to lengthen his physique, giving his white hair, which is usually as cold as snow on the top of a mountain, more warm and bright. The side face between the eyes is beautiful like the artwork preferred by the creator, not like a mortal. In the distance, the artist doll who was painting happened to see this scene by accident, and the paint brush that was being thickly painted was frozen in place. After a long time, the doll trembled as if it had received great inspiration. The pen nib quickly turned in the paint bottle, and the previous pair of crucifixion pictures tied to the cross was hurriedly removed and thrown aside, and stood up on the easel again. Set up a new drawing board, concentrate on drawing, and start drawing. Zong Jiu didn''t notice this little episode at all. He stood there for a while, and he didn''t find any dolls capable of snooping intelligence anywhere in the area, and there were not many trainees nearby. Because he was still carrying a balloon, Zong Jiu couldn''t take the exciting rides. After walking two laps, he still didn''t know what to do. Play the entire amusement park project to redeem a C-level blind box. This reward is for the low-level trainees to send warmth from the main system, but it is not enough for the high-level trainees. To get this blind box, it is no exaggeration to say that almost all these 20 days have to be spent on non-stop amusement projects. With this time, it''s better to explore more intelligence. It is precisely because of this that low-level trainees rush to play projects, but the high-level trainees are all drawing maps, inquiring about intelligence, and preparing for the Halloween event twenty days later. After half a minute, the magician walked silently to the entrance of the merry-go-round. The merry-go-round is right next to the castle. There are three layers. From a distance, it looks like a dream cake decorated with buttery bows. Each layer is glowing with warm colors. The barrage stared at the white-haired magician in amazement, picking up a white wooden horse and sitting on it in circles following the music. The smiley balloons were up and down beside him, which didn''t match his quiet face at the moment. [...I don¡¯t know why, after seeing this scene, I lost my speech ability, who was so clever in my daily life.] [Coincidentally, me too] [Ah this, who can think of it, the white-haired beauty would like to play the merry-go-round on weekdays, but hehhhhhhhhhhh, I can be cute! ¡¿ [Such a big three-story merry-go-round...Just the magician plays it alone, doesn''t he think there is something wrong? ¡¿ Soon, the mood of the barrage became more complicated. Because they saw another person on this empty carousel. The other person was sitting on the carriage under the merry-go-round, but did not mount. The man''s white robe with gold silk edges is pure and innocent, like the Raphael fresco on the curved wall of the 15th century Vatican painted window, which is sacred and inconceivable. The colorful lights on the ceiling of the merry-go-round shone on the man''s blond hair, adding a holy color to his smiling face. Perceiving the sight of the prying eyes, Zong Jiu glanced at random, his eyes sharp. Messiah greeted him very friendly: "Magic, what a coincidence, you are also playing the merry-go-round?" What a fart, 100% intentional! Zong Jiu knew that the Messiah had been manipulated by demons a long time ago. This timeline may be long before the Messiah entered an infinite loop, and it is very likely that it was No.1''s first deeply manipulated puppet. After a moment, his gaze calmed down again. The white-haired young man nodded coldly, "It turned out to be the Lord Son, what a coincidence." Among all the puppets manipulated by no.1, Messiah is definitely the most difficult one. He is a precious treatment, and he has his own power. Not to mention the excellent reputation, there are many people who embrace him. Many people, even if they are not related to him, have received favors, and would be willing to help a group if something happens. The blond son doesn''t mind his indifference at all, and his attitude is as usual, "Since the first copy, the little brother has really gone straight up, and the future is limitless." Here comes the name of this little brother again. Zong Jiu felt that he was a little bit sore. Now that there are many people with mixed ears, Zong Jiu will follow the path of pretending to cooperate and stabbing a knife in the back, plus No.1 has not actively exposed the vest in front of him. So Zong Jiu didn''t know about it, said hello, and left after the merry-go-round stopped. Fortunately, the Messiah did not insist on following, but kept smiling and watched the white-haired magician leave his sight. Then he came down from the merry-go-round and walked slowly to the carousel. The side of the tree. On the side of the road, the artist doll with the drawing board is still tinkering with the aura of the scene just now. His body is covered by a large doll suit, but it does not affect the speed of painting. The slender paintbrush was grasped, and a few strokes were dropped on the drawing board. The ghosts and monsters thrown into the colorful amusement park by the main system are all sorts of strange things, and of course there are all kinds of professions. For example, this artist who doesn''t hear things outside the window and only wants to paint. The artist is a little boss of F-level dungeon, not even a ghost, but for the first time a novice is drawn into an infinite loop to train his courage. He has a peaceful nature and doesn''t want to kill innocent people indiscriminately. As long as he can see what he paints, he can pass the test safely, and he won''t make the trainees more embarrassed. Occasionally I meet trainees who are very good to him, and the artist even gives away special props such as his own old paintbrushes, and his temper is terribly good. So after being pulled into a new scene by the main system, the artist expertly glanced at the nearby scene, leisurely opened his painting box, found a seat, and sat down to start painting. Unexpectedly, I caught a glimpse of the scene just now. The artist is good at landscape painting and rarely paints portraits. But since they have all become ghosts and enjoy endless life, they can learn a little more naturally. The sight of the white-haired young man with extraordinary temperament standing under a tree just now, looking up at the starry sky, gave the artist infinite inspiration, and he unfolded the canvas without stopping and started painting. He draws very fast, and he is a great artist. He can outline a rough image with a few simple strokes, and then dipped in some paint to patch up the scene and atmosphere. The more the artist paints, the more excited he gets. He has a hunch that this painting can become the most satisfying one of his few portraits, and may even become a masterpiece handed down! How can this not make people happy? So he started writing faster. It is said that people will forget everything else when they stand alone, and the same goes for ghosts. After the artist carefully outlines a pair of narrow eyes for the person in the painting, and mixes them with red and white on the painting plate, and dyes the pupils with powder, then he exhales a long breath and slowly stops the brush. The most vivid and important aspect of portrait painting is the eyes. The eyes are the window to the soul. Fortunately, these eyes didn''t make any mistakes, and they even performed better, which really made the white-haired young man jump on the paper. When the artist put down his pen and was about to pick up this masterpiece, a gentle voice suddenly rang around him. "Done?" The blond son stood next to the easel, the center of his blue eyes had long been dyed with cold dark gold, and he stared unblinkingly at the painting placed in front of the artist. The painting is beautiful. The background is stars and the night sky, under the night sky is the gorgeous warm golden red lights. Under the light, the white-haired young man pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look up at the starry sky, smiling balloons floating beside him. The artist used a very imagery technique and used different forms of expression in white to pile up oil paint around the young man''s body, making him look like a picture, but with unkindness, expressing the superior indifference in the youth''s temperament in an extremely vivid manner. But Messiah looked at this painting, but his expression was a little unpredictable. "how is it?" The artist thought he was going to praise this great work, so proudly he stepped aside two steps to make it easier for him to watch. "It''s too far." The blond son gave a chuckle, then suddenly grabbed a paintbrush from the bucket, dipped it in the paint, and painted it on. The Messiah''s movements were so fast that before the artist reacted, the people on the painting were stained with a deep black. The artist was about to hit the brush in a rage, but was shocked to discover that the other party was not only using the pen or hooking technique, which clearly showed that his artistic attainments were not inferior to him, and even better. Looking at it, the artist was also attracted, forgetting what he was going to do, and attentively watching the Messiah paint. After a while, the painting changed in just a few minutes and became another look. The white around the youth was gone, and turned into a deep and sticky black. The black fangs and claws surrounded the youth, sinking into the palm of the devil, sinking like a treasure. This black is also wonderfully used. It is in contrast and contrast, but it changes the entire painting style and gives it another artistic conception. The blond son held his chin and admired it for a long time before he nodded in satisfaction. "How beautiful, this is what he should look like." Chapter 124: Happy Halloween The artist doll originally wanted to get angry, but when he saw the painting in front of him, there was no sound. This golden hair who didn¡¯t know where he played was indeed superior to him in his mastery of portrait painting. His skills were extremely mature, not to mention, even the use of colors had to be bolder. Every stroke has benefited the artist a lot, I don¡¯t know. Unconsciously, he watched attentively, and couldn''t bear to look away. He was obviously a ghost who had been dead for many years, but because of his good temper, he wouldn''t be incapable of accepting the fact that others are better than himself. It''s just that he works on his paintings without permission. If he doesn''t show his outstanding features, the artist estimates that he will have to go crazy on the spot. After finishing the painting, Messiah threw the paintbrush away, and said with some enthusiasm, "No, it''s still far away." He turned his head and left altogether neatly, making the artist who still wanted to ask for advice a bit dazed. Forget it, who doesn''t have a weird temper on the road of art? People with higher skills and more weird tempers abound. The artist shook his head regretfully, returned to his seat, and continued to admire the painting. Looking at it, he seemed to understand the meaning of the other party''s "far too far" just now. Because no matter how many colors are used, how dazzling and complicated the techniques and techniques are, it is impossible to describe the charm of that person by one in ten million. The audience in the live broadcast room was also a little stunned by this scene, but they looked at the Messiah with a holy smile and gracefully bowed down painting just now, and they were stunned that they couldn''t fault it. It is a pity that even if they find out what is wrong, because the main system prohibits communication between the two parties, the audience in the live broadcast room cannot contact the thriller trainees who are participating in the game, so they have to give up. ...... In the days before the Halloween event, all the trainees were very busy. The high-level trainees are busy stepping on the spot, busy testing whether the doll is abnormal, and busy running around to determine the location of the amusement facilities in each area. Low-level trainees are busy collecting experience cards for various amusement facilities, and take various projects everywhere to exchange for C-level blind boxes. Zong Jiu is also busy. There were eleven teams in total, and each team needed to be replaced after being responsible for an area. The drawings were handed to Zong Jiu, who ran to the hot air balloon to check in detail. In the end, Zong Jiu couldn''t squat on the hot air balloon all day to do this. He had to contact the good ghosts to see which ghosts could help in the Halloween Battle Royale event. For example, the clown with all his faces written "Come and find me to play", and the crazy hat who is happily jumping on the street. Although he agreed to come and play with the clown, Zong Jiu happily released the other side''s pigeons because of too much work in the past two days. When Zong Jiu looked for it, the clown was squatting on the ground, counting the mushrooms without blinking, muttering to himself. "Why hasn''t he come to me to play~ Did he forget me~~ There are so many fun dolls in the playground~~~" "Humans are really dumb guys~~~Sure enough, let''s kill them~~~~" Zong Jiu: "..." He pretended not to hear these words, and patted the clown on the shoulder, "Hi!" Hearing a familiar voice, the clown stiffened his back and instantly jumped up from the ground. The decadent expression he had squatted on the ground before was completely gone, and he put on a big smile instead. "You come to play with me!" "Yup." The white-haired young man squinted his eyes and began to compile information without a trace, "You only sell balloons in one place every day. Isn''t it boring?" "No~ As long as you come to play with me, I won''t feel lonely~" Maybe it was so happy, so happy that the clown couldn''t control the feet he wanted to dance, shaking his head in place. With the large bunch of balloons in his hand, Zong Jiuzhen suspected that if the clown''s strength was a little bit weaker, or the weight was not enough, he might have to be pulled into the air by the bunch of balloons. This time, he asked for a crying balloon. Leaving under the watch of the clown. Seeing the clown so boring, Zong Jiu decided to be a live Lei Feng and find him a companion. The number one choice is of course the crazy hat with the same attributes as him. The Mad Hatter has been bouncing on the streets of the three districts, singing arias that no one can understand. Pedestrians took a detour when they saw him, because the degree of paint on this guy''s face was able to compete with the clown, not to mention the dazzling blood on his clothes, but the mad hat was good, and everyone told others that it was him. Spilled tomato juice at Alice Banquet. Others looked at the darkened blood: um, well, just treat us as stupid and we can just watch you go around. Others couldn''t understand what the Mad Hatter was singing, but Zong Jiu could translate every sentence of his singing without any obstacles. "Oh, my little white bird, why do you look so sad, is my love fire not enough to burn for you?" Obviously, Mad Hatter has a lot of research on drama. For example, this sentence is to directly borrow the tones of Romeo and Juliet, and then add his own adapted words and sentences, which looks decent. "This is the balloon of a clown in a district." Zong Jiu answered calmly. "Oh! Joker! What an abominable name, but it makes my heart surging!" Mad Hatter yelled in surprise, "I have heard of this frightening name, my dear little white bird, can you tell me if he really likes to twist his head off and kick a ball?" "The other person is next to the factory in the first district. You can ask him this question in person." Zong Jiu blinked, "I have a hunch that you will be very topical." There is more than a topic, two crazy people get together, it is simply the type that can hook shoulders and put back to the world. "Oh, good, good." Mad Hatter thought about it in place, kicking with pointed shoes. Perhaps he also thought it was too boring to sing alone here. After a few and a half beats of unknown dances, he resolutely decided to listen to Xiao Bainiao''s suggestion and went to a district to find a clown. Zong Jiu watched his back, calmly accepted the admiration of the trainees from all directions, and hid his merit and fame. ...... Twenty days passed without knowing it. Soon, there will be a tense and exciting Halloween battle royale at 9 o''clock today. All the members of the ninth team gathered in the quiet room of the top bar with a serious expression. Spread out in front of them is a paved map of the colorful amusement park. This map is very large, with various types of amusement facilities and buildings in different areas marked in small print, and each person also holds a color-painted printing plate in his hand. Zong Jiu pointed to the eleven areas in the playground. "There are some amusement facilities in many areas, such as haunted houses and roller coasters. The colorful amusement park is so big, the main system should not point out that the safe house must be a certain building facility in a certain area. It is likely to be different. The regional form is expanded. For example, if only the haunted house is a safe house, as long as it is a haunted house, it can temporarily act as a safe house." Everyone nodded while listening. "There are a total of ten hours at night, which means we will experience ten safe house changes." The magician took out a card at random and pointed to the different colored areas on the map, "When we entered, we first acted in groups, and even if we were separated, we could rush to the next safe house location as a team." "Finally, and most importantly, there may be a limit on the number of people in the safe house." The faces of all the trainees became serious. Everyone knows what it means to have a limit on the number of people in the safe house. If a jumper is designated as a safe house, only ten people can be boarded. If a hot air balloon by the sea is designated as a safe house, it can hold even fewer people. At this point, the main system has relaxed the conditions for them. It promises that each round of the safe house can accommodate more people than the trainees participating in the activity. Therefore, in order to deal with this situation, the entire ninth squad team will not work together and can only be divided into groups. Zong Jiu closed the map and encouraged him, "That''s all I have to say, let''s go on, I hope to see a full 110 people when the park closes." "it is good." The voices of the crowd almost didn''t lift the ceiling. Everyone walked towards the gate of the playground in groups. Halloween is here, and the costumes in the amusement park have been renewed. The lanterns that were previously hanging in the air were all replaced with ignited pumpkin lanterns, and paint was splashed on the ground by the roadside, creating a sense of horror. Not to mention the skeletons hanging on the eaves, the scarecrows decorated with cloth strips, the giant coffins lying on the corners of the street, and the most important thing is hundreds of real ghosts. Dark yellow and pale white intertwined, purple and scarlet contrasted each other, and the atmosphere came out all at once. The trainees who come to the playground at this time are all ready to participate in Halloween activities. Among the more than 5,000 trainees, there are still not many who dare to participate in this dangerous activity. High-level trainees are still there, and many low-level trainees have retreated, so those who have come to participate in the activity are also there. However, half of the two thousand people have not arrived. Everyone holds a special map in their hands, and there is a clear line of organization that is invisible. Zong Jiu glanced at Zhuge secretly from a distance, looked away calmly, and instead swept away at the other S-Class. In twenty days, it was enough for Zong Jiu to test these S-levels for one round. In the end, good fellow, unexpectedly or not, was taken aback by the test. Except for the few S-classes that Zhugean had pulled in beforehand, the others were almost wiped out, and even his eldest brother Fan Zhuo also said, this is something that Zong 90 million did not expect. He picked out a few cards with the devil''s reversal, and planned to take advantage of the Halloween event and save them one by one before talking about them. Zhuge frowned on this rare occasion, "We haven''t fully understood where his ability lies, so be cautious." Zong Jiu sighed, "It''s a pity." The devil hadn''t appeared in front of him in the past two days, instead, a few puppets dangling around, full of hints. The room card of no.1 is in Zong Jiu''s hand. If he agrees to cooperate, he can find it at any time. Originally, Zong Jiu also had this idea, but unfortunately the situation has changed now. Once he makes a move, it will be the best response. Of course Zong Jiu regretted that he couldn''t play the game of stabbing a knife behind the fake cooperation. Time ticked by. Finally, when it was almost nine o''clock, the mechanical sound of the main system sounded. [Special event: Halloween Battle Royale, will start soon] [The park will be closed in five minutes and will open again at six tomorrow] Chapter 125: Happy Halloween As soon as the main system prompts, all the trainees greeted their companions and selected an area to stand. In order to prevent the safe house from being unable to accommodate, different organizations have tacitly chosen different areas to stand. Zong Jiu led several teams from Class 9 stationed in a district. Although bad ghosts gather in this place, at least one area covers a good area, right in the center of the entire amusement park, and there is enough reaction time no matter where you go. Many people looked over in secret when they were standing. Because Zong Jiu¡¯s team¡¯s attire is so strange, it¡¯s okay to wear sportswear and tie the leggings, the main thing is that everyone also carries a large mountaineering bag. In addition, the team led by Zong Jiu is basically a rookie, and the only old trainee besides him is Tu Yumen. Tu Yumen joined the team after boarding the Zhuge Pirate Ship. This great African Onmyoji smiled and handed out spiritual power charms to every trainee in the team, telling them to use them before being caught by ghosts, which can play a certain role in resistance. Although Tuyumen is not a chieftain, the things he made are not a chieftain. For newcomers who naturally lack props, it is simply a charity. So everyone thanked the Onmyoji in tears. In addition, they also considered physical fitness. The nine trainees who participated this time used almost all of the survival points earned in the collective dungeon to strengthen their physical fitness. The unified strengthened legs should at least be strengthened to the extent that they can run a few kilometers long distance casually. Eight hundred meters will be exhausted and become a dead dog, so there is no need to participate. It is better to wash and sleep, so as not to give away the head. Under the night sky, all the colored lights in the amusement park were changed to dark yellow. Together with the pumpkin lanterns floating and burning in the sky, the dark shadows of the crowd were pulled out, which made people uncomfortable. In the past, the colorful amusement park was full of lights and festoons, just like the day, where the light is seriously insufficient like tonight, you can only see the gloomy spider webs and white cloth, and even the cheerful music has been replaced by the underworld. bgm, very ear-piercing. Xu Su rubbed his hands, "Well, why haven''t you seen any ghosts yet?" His appearance is still calm, but the tremor between the words has betrayed him. Not only him, but several of the newcomers who swore to follow Zong Jiu in the Deserted Village dungeon were a little weak. The Halloween event is not like a horror dungeon. The horror dungeon may have only one ghost, but this battle royale throws hundreds of ghosts in one go. Who knows what the faces under the hoods of those cute dolls look like? The mere fact of being hunted down is enough to make people fearful. Domemon smiled encouragingly, "Don''t be afraid." Zong Jiu patted Xu Su''s shoulder even more, and said with earnest heart, "Think about your determination." When Xu Su heard this, he slowly clenched his fists, and said solemnly: "I see, Brother Nine!" He was just a D-level rookie trainee at first, and he was promoted to C-level after experiencing a collective copy of nine deaths. But at the same time, Xu Sen, a small partner, achieved an ascent, directly from C-level to A-level, becoming an A-level boss that everyone admires and admires. In this case, Xu Su, as a friend, naturally blessed Xu Sen sincerely. But blessings belonged to blessings, and the idea of ??catching up inevitably rose in his heart. Xu Su was not very old before entering the infinite loop, and he was still a college student preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. Xu Sen is only one year older than him, but he has entered an infinite loop for more than a year, and his original nature is silent. After he entered, he became accustomed to life and death, and became even more silent. Xu Su is lively and funny, while Xu Sen is steady and reticent, and his personalities are very complementary. As an old man in the deserted village, Xu Sen took good care of Xu Su, so he formed a friendship, not to mention that Xu Su insisted on taking Xu Sen to participate in the King¡¯s Game after getting acquainted with him. He took ribs from his body, but resolutely stuck the knife into his chest. This scene was always engraved in Xu Su''s mind. Having had nightmares for several nights, he would be awakened by Xu Sen''s pale, sweaty face and the tragic appearance of blood flowing on his chest. In the dead of night, when Xu Su couldn''t sleep with his fist clenched, he would think that he was too weak. If he can be stronger and stronger, it will be fine. For example, at this Halloween event, Xu Sen persuaded him several times to stop him from participating. The ordinary rewards are all A-level blind boxes. One can imagine how difficult it should be. At least for a C-level trainee, it is absolutely as difficult as climbing to the sky. But Xu Su still participated. For this reason, Xu Sen ignored him for several days, and even preferred to go to another team as the captain. But Xu Su didn''t regret it. After all, Brother Nine took care of him, the number one little brother, and assigned him to the guard. Zong Jiu didn''t tell him that this was the result of Xu Sen asking him to take care of Xu Su in private. After seeing Xu Su gather up his energy, he then withdrew his gaze. Two minutes before nine o''clock, the main system announced several rules. [Three rules are announced below. Rule 1: The location of the safe house is not announced for the first five minutes of each hour] The ninth squad exchanged a solemn look with each other. If the safe house is not announced in the first five minutes, it means that they have to live in the amusement park for five minutes. Not to mention that it was announced later that the safe house had to be searched, which also eliminated the possibility of trainees entering the next safe house immediately after leaving one safe house. [Rule 2: Each ghost has its own hunting range, and after leaving the hunting range, they will not be chased by them. There is a "ghost king" in the entire park who ignores the hunting range and can hunt in any area.] This rule is absolutely harmless to trainees. They had thought about it before, if any ghosts were upset, wouldn''t they have to be chased around a park. Now with this rule, you can run fast to escape a ghost''s chase. Although I don''t know if it will break into the hunting range of the next ghost, it''s a good thing. As for the ghost king who ignores the hunting scope, there are more than 2,000 trainees in the park, and a total of 300 ghosts are put in. There is no way to run into such a bad luck, it is inevitable. Tu Yumen: My heart is stunned.jpg [Rule 3: Special clearance missions will be opened in the last hour of the Halloween Battle Royale event, and those who complete it can get one S-level blind box draw times] This is also a rule written in the manual a long time ago. To be honest, apart from the S-level and the few A-levels who are greedy for the No.9 throne, no trainee will overpoweringly try to complete the special clearance task of Rao Shizi without thinking that he will have a long life. Soon after the rules were announced, the main system began a countdown. [10, 9, 8, 7...] With the countdown, there are ghastly ghosts looming around the street where pumpkin lanterns are floating in the distance. The trainees all took out their special props, lowered their bodies, and were always ready to run. Zong Jiu directly ordered, "Prepare!" Many trainees from other organizations watched this low drink. As a result, this eye made everyone dumbfounded. The white-haired magician took out a white skateboard and stepped on it like a trick. Some people in the teams behind him took out skateboards, and others took out a simple skate board from their bag and tied it to their leg. There was a button beside the shoe board, in case skating became a drag anytime. You can take it off and run with your feet instead. This is the item they redeemed from the main system in advance, and what they are waiting for is today. By the way, Zhuge an, who praised and offered advice. The barrage that had just been connected to the live broadcast room exploded immediately. [Fuck, ghost! Who came up with the idea that Battle Royale can still play like this? ¡¿ [Nice and awesome, disrespect and disrespect, everyone is thinking about planning the map and the path, even if you want to think about special items, who would think that you can still use skateboarding skates? ? ? ¡¿ [Actually, they are not the only ones who thought of it... I saw someone in District 7 coming in with their bicycles, but they were stopped by the main system, so please wax. jpg] [Bicycles will definitely be stopped. The rule book says that transportation equipment is not allowed, but the problem is, um, skateboard shoes and skateboards are not considered transportation equipment.] "Fuck..." Many trainees onlookers were dumbfounded, and immediately went to the main system to apply for a redemption. "Quickly, quickly, we will also change." "Hurry up!" Some luck rushed to the skateboard and roller skates in the last thirty seconds. With bad luck, the main system closed the exchange channel after announcing the start of the event. It couldn''t be opened until the end of the event, so he beat his chest in place. [4, 3, 2, 1, Halloween battle royale event has been opened] In an instant, a few double images appeared in the huge amusement park. All the space doors that could be sent to the trainee dormitory immediately flickered and went out. At the farthest point of sight, a cold iron fence slowly appeared from the void, completely sealing up this area, like a closed bird cage. "Don''t run in a hurry." The safe house was not announced for the first five minutes, which caused them to have no destination to go to for a while. The more people there are, the more courageous they are. Since everyone is not leaving, the trainees are happy to hug each other. A group of people gathered around the square in a district, looking around vigilantly. Everyone wants to see who the first ghost will be. As a result, after waiting for a long time, there was only spooky Halloween music all around, but occasionally a few harsh screams were heard in the distance, and even a ghost was not seen. Domemon scratched his head, "Could it be that there are no ghosts in this area, right?" He is a no.10 and a full-time onmyoji who deals with ghosts and monsters all said so. The others are more relieved, and they are even in the mood to make jokes. "Hahaha, don''t look at us being afraid of ghosts, maybe ghosts are also afraid of people. There are so many of us, they must be counseled." A trainee immediately agreed, with a relaxed smile on his face, ¡°Let¡¯s wait until the main system announces the safe house in five minutes. It¡¯s not long anyway. It¡¯s better to act together than to act alone.¡± It''s a pity that he is only halfway through. Because something grabbed his foot. The trainee suddenly lowered his head, a bone-handed hand with carrion hanging between his ankles was tightly clasped, and his white fingertips were covered with black blood. At this moment, he unceremoniously pierced into his flesh, leaving a deep blood mark. "Ahhhhh-" The D-class trainee who was caught by the ankle screamed, and his other hand lifted up in time to pick up a talisman and paste it down. This action well contained Bone Hand''s further movement, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he almost lost the ability to run. "Leave from the flower bed!" Zong Jiu yelled, and everyone ran after him. After getting away from the flower bed and running to the center of the square, Tu Yucaimen touched his nose, his eyes showed a trace of caution, "I didn''t feel the breath just now." Not only him, but even the psychics in the rest of the trainee team did not feel it. Several teams looked at each other and suddenly realized that something was wrong. If all perceptions are useless, then these ghosts can be said to be overwhelming. No wonder it is necessary to set up a safe house, no wonder it is called a battle royale, and they are all waiting here. [You think you are on the fifth floor, in fact you are on the first floor, the main system, absolutely] [If the perception of the psychic loses its effect, it would be too miserable... Just now the hand in the flower bed really shocked me, it''s impossible to guard against] [You go to the live broadcast room in the second district, they are too, they are standing well, suddenly someone pats the shoulder, then when they turn around, their head rolls to the ground, and the perception is of no use] While the discussion in the live broadcast room was in full swing, the main system finally announced the address of the safe house for the first hour. [The first safe house: big turntable, safe house valid time limit: 50 minutes] [The safe house will lose its effect after 50 minutes, please pay attention to the transfer of trainees] Big turntable! There are several big turntables in the entire amusement park. The central big turntable is just in one area, and it is a huge roulette that can accommodate nearly a thousand people. There is no need for Zong Jiu to speak, the three teams will prepare themselves. "go!" As soon as the magician raised his arm, the skateboard rotated a circle in the air, and then he was stepped firmly under his feet, and rushed forward with lightning speed. The combination of magician and skateboard is a bit unsuitable, but the movement is very flexible, just like sticking to the board tightly, and the balance can be stabilized with both hands in the pocket. They rushed from this main road to another gateway at almost the same time. The lights here are dim, and there is only a pumpkin lantern floating up and down in the middle of the road. Nobody knows who spilled a bucket of scarlet viscous blood on the postbox on the street corner. The corners are still dripping and smashing. Blossoming blood flowers. Halfway through, Zong Jiu stepped on the skateboard and braked to a halt. The trainees also stopped, stood back to back, and looked around. Suddenly, there were squeaks that made people chill in the back in the silent night sky. "Be careful! Hurry down!" This time it was Tomimon who shouted out. It was too late and then it was fast, dozens of black shadows fluttered from high above with flapping wings, like a series of cruising shadows, and their eyes glowed with terrifying green light in the black night sky. Zong Jiu''s eyes stunned, and he immediately lit the fire fold in his hand and waved towards the sky. These bats who wanted to fly down immediately ate pain and made sharp noises, some of them had fire on their wings, and they no longer dared to provoke them, but flew away toward the darkness further away. "Nine, Nine brothers..." Xu Su held the supernatural camera he finally got in his hand, the camera was pointed at the corner of the street, and the voice was erratic. It''s not to blame him for the frightened appearance, but the black shadow that appeared from the corner of the street became more and more elongated on the floor tiles. The first thing that appeared was a rotating gear, followed by the sore sound of grinding when the machine started. "Buzzing¡ª" Soon everyone knew why the chainsaw made such a sound. Because the tail of the chainsaw was cutting on the poor man¡¯s throat, he cut his throat straight in half, not to mention, the owner of the chainsaw pressed his head against the chainsaw, and the steel teeth attached the scalp. The skulls were cut open, revealing the red and white contents inside. Obviously, because of the sound they had just expelled the bat group, the big guy in the shadow holding the chainsaw also looked over, gave a gloomy jerky laugh, and then suddenly threw the head of the hapless trainee and held it. The chainsaw ran towards them. "It''s a chainsaw freak, run!" This road is the most convenient way from the square to the central turntable. If you make a detour, you have to go a little farther. Zong Jiu kicked his feet, and the skateboard quickly turned in place, heading towards the side road. At the same time, he didn''t know if there were any ghosts on this path, he simply raised the dementing bell he had obtained from the deserted village copy, shaking it in his hand, and rushing into the darkness at the same time. Behind him, the trainees stepped on roller skates, one skating faster than the other, and all of a sudden, they flung away for a thousand miles. After a while, the roar of the chainsaw madman could not be heard, and they wanted to come and left the hunting area. The barrage exclaimed. [Grass, this team is running too fast! The other teams are all people who can''t run away from ghosts, and this team is still skating, which ghost can catch up! ! ¡¿ [I can tell who is from the magician squad this time, I just need to see if they have skateboards or roller skates] [Chainsaw madman: Those of you who use tools, bully me, an old man who has to run while holding a chainsaw, and don¡¯t obey martial arts, rat tail juice! ¡¿ There was no ghost guarding this path for the time being, and they were lucky enough to come to a shop. The lights are off in the shop. Everyone knew in their hearts that there was probably a problem there, so they chose to walk around the store in unison. The small road on the other side of the store is darker, so dark that you can''t even see it. In a daze, everyone felt something swept over their heads, numb and itchy, with strands of coldness. Xu Su stuttered, "This...what is this." Like a response, Sen sneered from high up, singing sharply and bitterly. Tu Yumen frowned, a spiritual imprint formed on his fingertips, and he shot upward. The bright blue light rushed upwards, also illuminating the covered shadow above the head. The woman''s dry legs were hung from a tree by ropes, her head hanging down, her long black hair sprinkled like a waterfall and turned into thousands of nooses. Her face was hidden behind her black hair, and only a white eyeball that was bleeding from the center of the hair could be seen. [Fuck! This female ghost is a big boss at first glance, and her hair group attack skill when she shoots, it¡¯s cold] [Don''t be afraid, there is also the boss of the Tuyumen! ¡¿ [Barrage Guardian Barrage Guardian, there are horrible copies, I don¡¯t want to see ghosts with spicy eyes! ! ¡¿ "Don''t fight, don''t fight, you are your own." Zong Jiu greeted him, waved to the top, and skillfully took out a music box from his pocket and turned it to the Kunqu Opera Channel. The tactful Kunqiang sounded in the night sky. The black hair that was about to greet everyone''s necks immediately took it back, like the upside-down weeds. The female ghost student hanging from the tree turned around in mid-air, and stood back on the tree trunk with a "swing", facing the dark night that cleared her hoarse voice, she began to sing along with the music box, no matter what. Trainee standing under the tree. Barrage: "..." Dumbfounded. [Magic, really good] [Magician, thumbs.jpg] ...... Just as Zong Jiu ran towards the central turntable, the trainee teams of several other organizations frequently went wrong. The first is a team under the temple. It is well known that the leader of the temple, the Son, is compassionate and compassionate. He is a great benevolent, and he likes to help the weak. Many low-level trainees are newcomers, and they don''t show enough strength in themselves, so naturally there will be no organization to recruit. So these trainees had to team up to participate, but they were not as good as veterans in terms of strength or experience, and could not extract enough intelligence from the rule book, let alone organize everyone to draw a map together. Faced with such a dilemma as a newcomer, of course the temple would not sit idly by. So Messiah specially assigned a group of high-level trainees from the temple to help these newcomers. But help is to help. Everyone has no good intentions to help people to the end. It would be nice to be able to save their lives in the battle royale, and then show the way for these newcomers. It was also in the process of leading the way that some newcomers accidentally ran away in the dark, and when they saw the silver bell-like laughter in the shadow, they trembled with fright. Unexpectedly, what came out of it was Little Red Riding Hood carrying a basket of strawberries. After seeing Little Red Riding Hood, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. Many trainees know Little Red Riding Hood, and they like this little Lolita better on weekdays. "Are the brothers lost?" Little Red Riding Hood tilted his head, with a sweet expression on his cute face, "I can help lead the way." No one saw it, and the cellars were filled with dead people in the bright hut in the distance. ...... At this point in time, some teams have already arrived at the turntable first. The teams led by Zong Jiu also traversed the dark jungle without any risk, and stood on the central turntable. I don''t know if it was due to the infection of the Tuyumen, the S-level on the central turntable turned out to have only one dark wizard, and the opponent even curled the corner of his mouth at him. The completely manipulated black wizard is not within the range where Zong Jiu can break the puppet line. He has only one goal today, and that is no.2 Fanzhuo. The other S-levels are deeply controlled. no.1, no.5 black Azan, no.8 black wizard, no.7 saint son. All are known deep puppets. The remaining camps only have no.3 Zhuge Dark, no.4 Exorcist, and no.10 Onmyoji. There is only one no.6 Poseidon left. This is the task of the Kotou generals, and most of them can be fooled into the organization. Fighting for Van Zhuo is very important to them. It is equivalent to a five-five start and a four-six point. Unexpectedly, after fifty minutes, Zong Jiu would be unlucky. Unexpectedly, it was only the first round. They just came out of this safe house when they met the only ghost king in the main system. Moreover, this ghost king only stared at the magician and chased after him. Chapter 126: Happy Halloween The trainees in the central turntable were relatively silent, and not many people spoke. no.8 The black wizard stood in place, and the green eyes hidden under the hood looked at the position of the white-haired magician. Zong Jiu just glanced at him lightly, as if looking at an insignificant stranger. The door of the big turntable under the night sky was open, and it was plated with a layer of bright fluorescence, which also made clear the identity of his safe house. "Hurry up, the safe house is right in front, the victory is right in front of you, run fast!" One after another, trainees ran over, and some trainees had ghosts behind them, and even followed the dark shadows in hospital gowns holding large axes. It''s a pity that after the trainees ran into the safe house, these ghosts could only stare miserably at this side, and left angrily. Under the night sky, I could only hear the bgm in the underworld of the black man carrying the coffin in the speaker in the amusement park, and there was a hint of horror in the joy of shaking his legs. The screams came and went one after another, and occasionally we could hear the strange noises of various special props. Then a ball of fireworks exploded, and then a grimace appeared in the dark. Xu Su squatted down and rubbed his shoulders, then sat down on the big turntable, unscrewed a bottle of sports drink in his hiking bag, and poured himself a big sip. "I don''t know where the next safe house will be. , I hope not to be too far away from here." Of course all the trainees think so too. The time limit of the safe house is only fifty minutes. After fifty minutes, they will have to wait another ten minutes to know the location of the next safe house. Fortunately, the main system stipulates that ghosts cannot stand guarding the door. If these ghosts are all guarding at the door of the safe house, the trainees will be miserable. Zong Jiu stood in place, looking into the distance. The houses overlapped behind the trees, like a devil with teeth and claws released from hell, wrapped in thick and sticky shadows. He and Zhuge acted separately, Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen led a team, and the exorcist went it alone in order to avoid suspicion. According to the plan, Zhuge An should look for no.6, and then Zongjiu should lead the team to find no.2, and pull off the puppet thread on the head of the big brother. But now the question is, where is Fan Zhuo? It stands to reason that the Ye Clan would also choose a district as the entry point for action, but when Zong Jiu was at the door, he couldn''t find anyone else, and he couldn''t even see the shadow, which was a bit strange. While Zong Jiuwu was meditating, the soles of everyone''s feet suddenly shook. "what happened?!" Tu Yumen almost fell on the spot, and finally grabbed the seat on the side to support it. "Everyone hurry up to help, this broken turntable is about to start!" As if it were a response, there was a ringing ringing in the starting room of the big turntable in the lower center. Everyone has played in the amusement park in the past two weeks, so naturally they don''t know what this sound means. This is clearly the sound of the amusement facility about to start! "Fuck me, quickly find a seat and sit on it. When this is started, it can turn ninety degrees!" "Fuck, the main system is your uncle! The safe house is still active, something is wrong!" When the time came, the curse resounded across the night sky. All the trainees standing on the turntable rushed to the seats around the periphery of the turntable like hungry wolves, and the speed of light fastened their seat belts. Just kidding, many people here have played this project. Compared with other big turntables, the central big turntable is large enough, and the arc of rotation cannot roll 360 degrees in the air like other smaller turntables. But it has also become the gospel for the trainees. ¡ª¡ªBecause the seats are obviously not enough. Under the premise that there is not enough seats, if this amusement equipment really comes with an upside down golden hook in mid-air, the trainees must not commit suicide on the spot. "If you can''t find a seat, find something to hold! It''s okay to pull the seat belt!" Fortunately, Zong Jiu was fast enough. After buckling his seat belt, he grabbed Xu Su who had not had time to find his seat, and turned his head to direct the other trainees who were too late to react. At the very moment, the huge central turntable was activated. The trainee who could not get the position quickly grabbed something and tried to lock himself on it. Xu Su pulled Zong Jiu''s seat. Some unlucky ones who didn''t have time to find a point of borrowing were directly thrown out by the rotating centrifugal force, and suddenly rolled out of the safe house. Not to mention the pain of falling from a height, I don''t know which ghost fell into the hunting range , Screaming cut through the night sky. Tu Yumen in the seat next to him was crying without tears, "The seat belt on this seat is broken." Zong Jiu: "..." A barrage in the live broadcast hahahahahaha. [Fuck, it''s worthy of being a non-Chief, just pick a seat and the seat belt can break! ¡¿ [The Tuyumen boss has never let me down, unfortunately, there is really no one! ¡¿ [My source of happiness, Dingdong, online] [Hahahaha my god, every time the Onmyoji can refresh my knowledge of the two characters of non-chief] They all sat up, naturally unable to remedy any more, Zong Jiu could only help his forehead and said, "Hurry up!" The turntable shook higher and higher, and suddenly reached the highest point. Under the violent ups and downs, more and more trainees could not withstand the impact, and were suddenly thrown off, falling heavily to the ground, life and death unknown. Fortunately, Tuyumen was not a chief, but he was able to tie himself to the seat with spiritual power, and he didn''t need other people''s help. Instead, Xu Su stared at Venus in the sky. If it hadn''t been for Zong Jiu to pull his mountaineering bag, he might have been thrown off. Among this group of people, the wizards of the Witch Club have become the most beautiful existence. A cloud of black mist condensed in the black wizard''s hand, and he lifted him into the air all at once, without the help of any force, and he could easily walk on the ground. The other wizards are not as powerful as him, and can also fix themselves on the turntable floor through the black mist, not having to find a seat. On weekdays, the happy few minutes of the big turntable have become a long torment that is not as good as death. When the turntable stopped in place again, many trainees rushed to the edge and began to vomit, and their complexions turned into eggplant purple. "Oh, my goodness, yue¡ª" Xu Su foamed at the mouth and couldn''t recover for a long time. When he recovers, the safe house will expire again. Tu Yumen greeted the team members. Everyone couldn''t care about the uncomfortable churn in the air just now. They tied their skates and stepped on the skateboard, and quickly got ready to work, ready to ride. "Don''t worry, there will be ten minutes to announce the new safe house, and continue to watch the changes." Zong Jiu took out a flashlight from his bag, stepped on the skateboard with the other foot, and even put on a pair of transparent windshield Xianxin. One minute later, the main system announced: [The first round of safe houses has expired] In the distant darkness, there are undulating and cold ghost sounds. Just when everyone looked vigilant, lowered their bodies, and was ready to find a good angle to drive away, these cold laughter died down in an instant. The sound disappeared very abruptly, as if it was cut off in the middle, and there was no follow-up at once. At the same time, the clutter and hustle hiding behind the darkness also disappeared, and the world suddenly became extremely quiet. Except for the music from the underworld that was still playing in the pumpkin speakers in the amusement park, it was even the fallen leaves blowing in the wind. No sound can be heard either. It''s kind of weird. Onmyoji took the lead in showing a solemn expression. "¡ª¡ª!" Suddenly, a voice that could not be described in words sounded. It was like something cruising on the ground and floating in the air, slowly cutting the air away, making people feel sore. A little further away, the pumpkin lanterns floating in the air suddenly went out one by one, the golden-red flames turned into white smoke, and after a while, the faint blue ghost fire was rekindled. Quiet, weirdly quiet. Above the shadows, broken fabrics appeared in the void, and something deeper and darker appeared on the stage. Soon, the trainees were horrified to discover that it was not a hanging fabric, but a large black hood that was two people tall. The hood was floating in the air, the hem of the black robe was a few feet away from the ground, and the broken strips of cloth rolled and rolled with the thick black fog behind him, like a nightmare. The mouth of the cap was open outwards, and from the outside, only the deep black mist emerging from the inside could be seen, just like the plague spread by Satan, and when you got closer, you could see dots of black unknown ashes. The flowers and plants in the surrounding flowerbeds withered and decayed without warning at the moment they were exposed to the mist, turning into a brownish-yellow pus. The dead bird, symbolizing death, poked its head from the top of the black mist and howled hoarsely. It turned into white bones and carried a huge black sickle in his hand, with moonlight and cold light reflecting off the edge. Grimreaper, originated from the image of death of the Kates and the ancient religions of the Middle East, eventually became the popular name for death in folklore. Typical representative items are black cloak and scythe. Xu Su swallowed, "This...this appearance, should, shouldn''t it be the ghost king who ignores the hunting range?" No one speaks, everyone has the answer in their hearts. These days, the ghost dolls in the amusement park are well known to everyone. The average doll is at most wearing an upper body hood, like the one in front of me floating in mid-air, ignoring gravity, and comes with the effect of destroying the sky and destroying the earth. There were no records in the manuals and maps of several large organizations present. The possibility of being the king of ghosts accounts for 90%. "What are you doing in a daze, run!" Zong Jiu gave an order, kicked the soles of his feet on the ground, and quickly stepped on the skateboard to rush forward. The trainees of several other organizations were also scared to disperse like birds and beasts, and no one wanted to feel the feeling of human skin touching the black mist in person. The white-haired youth led a small group of people from one street to another, and there was no need to look back to hear the rubbing of the corners of the robe in the air. Xu Su said panting as he ran, "Brother Nine, how do I feel that this **** of death is chasing us." There were three or four teams of trainees in front of the big turntable just now. After dispersing, the hooded Grim Reaper didn''t even give them a look. He carried a sickle and flew straight towards the magician team, faster than the chainsaw madman before. It''s just one heaven and one earth. The barrage also discovered this. [What''s the matter, why is this **** of death chasing the magician''s team] [I am also puzzled about this. I have been chasing three or four blocks from the first district to the second district. What''s the matter] [Is it possible that there is something about this team that attracts the ghost king? ¡¿ [Now I can be sure that this **** of death must be the king of ghosts, and at such a distance, it can still lock the prey... I think I can only wait for the next round of safe houses to be released] [More than that, it''s too fast, if you continue to run like this, there might be trainees who will be caught immediately] After running through three streets, Tuyumen gritted his teeth: "Let''s go away separately! This ghost king mostly came for me!" Onmyoji is very self-aware, his profession is dealing with ghosts, and the spiritual power on his body is a great tonic for ghosts. Generally, the first thing that ghost ghosts have to solve is him. It can be said that Tuyumen is equivalent to a large-scale spiritual attraction device, coupled with his non-chief attribute, this is the first safe house to encounter the ghost king, and there is no one. In a sense, he feels guilty for dragging down his teammates. So Tu Yumen didn''t wait for an answer after saying this, and ran towards another fork road with a turn. After running more than ten meters, the Onmyoji looked back. There was no one behind him. From a distance, there seemed to be a sneer from under the hood, which was quickly covered by the rubbing of the clothes, turning his head and continuing to chase the magician. Chapter 127: Happy Halloween Tu Yumen suddenly left the team. Before Zong Jiu had time to say anything, he saw the black cloak holding the scythe and flying over in the mist, and he chose his side without hesitation at the fork in the road. Zong Jiu:? ? ? Upon seeing this, the barrage in the live broadcast room leaned back one by one. [What''s the situation? It¡¯s the first time I saw someone abandon the Ten Thousand Great Masters to make up for the Tang Dynasty monk¡¯s earth and the imperial door, and turned his head to chase after others. It¡¯s disrespectful and disrespectful. jpg] [Does this ghost king have a brain problem? I have heard of the heroic deeds of the Tuyumen tycoons a long time ago. For example, the temple invited him to download a copy with him. The background of that copy seems to be Ten Thousand Ghosts Cave. As a result, the ghosts are not killed and healed. Pounce to the boss of Tuyumen.] [Upstairs, it seems we have heard the same rumor. In fact, it''s normal, just like vampires can live to the end in the dungeon of the alien, choosing a special profession or bloodline is also a science] [Tu Yumen: I never thought that there are people in the world who are more than me. jpg] [So...I''m the only one thinking about how the magician provokes this ghost king? ¡¿ Not to mention the barrage, the trainees led by Zong Jiu were also confused by the two-zhang monks. Xu Su was dumbfounded, "What''s going on, why does the **** of death lock us?" All the people in the team were a little tired after running four streets. As a result, everyone took the time to look back. The huge sickle was floating not far behind them, and the hood was only a few feet away. The mist mixed with black particles gushed wildly, hanging around it. The pumpkin lanterns were all turned into faint ghosts, and the field of vision was suddenly filled with gloom. "Ah, ah, stop talking, Xu Su, run faster, I''m going to catch up!" The other newcomer was so scared that the skateboard shoes under his feet slid forward desperately. It is also thanks to them that they secretly rented a skating rink in the trainee dormitory, clocked in regularly every day, and practiced skating skills, otherwise they would really be caught up. On the contrary, Zong Jiu, who was on a skateboard, felt wrong. Of course, even a magician can''t see through the black mist on that layer of hood to see exactly where this ghost king is. But I don''t know why, Zong Jiu had a vague hunch in his heart. This **** of death may be directed at him. But the problem is that Zong Jiu really doesn''t remember any grudges he had with this ghost king. Not to mention that the ghost king hadn''t appeared in the colorful amusement park before, even if it appeared, it would not be able to match the temperament of any doll in Zong Jiu''s head. The **** of death carried a death aura that looked like a ruin, and Zong Jiu couldn''t distinguish such a breath, and it was just that, and his heart became more strange. But this does not prevent Zong Jiu from making the right decision. The white-haired youth whispered, "Leave away first." "Xu Su, take the yin and yang talisman that was sent to you before the Tuyumen, and copy the trail next to him to meet him." After running so far, everyone was panting, and their faces showed fatigue. If you procrastinate like this, the consequences will never get better. "Then Brother Nine, how about you?" Xu Su''s first reaction was not whether he could lead this team of newcomers to the important task and copy the path to find no.10, but noticed that Zong Jiuhua didn''t seem to intend to take them with him. "What? Worry about me?" Zong Jiu grinned and slowly pulled out the hand that had been in his pocket. In the magician''s slender and pale hand, several playing cards with white edges appeared conjurely, each of which shone lightly in the night sky. This is exactly the card that Zong Jiu spent a lot of money in the main system to make, which can add special damage to the supernatural. Indeed, it is unnecessary for a C-level trainee to worry about an A-level trainee. As if thinking of something, Xu Su touched his nose, his eyes a little dim. But only for a moment, he regained his former vigorous appearance. When it comes to matters in this respect, Xu Su has always been very clear about it. Although he didn''t know why Brother Nine wanted to break up the team suddenly, since it was Brother Nine who said, he listened to it and wouldn''t ask more. "Then nine brothers pay attention to safety! I will take them away first!" Other newcomers have no objections to this plan. Speaking of the team leader, Tuyumen is actually the team leader. After all, Zong Jiu''s goal is to unplug the puppet line of No. 2 and may leave the team at any time. This is clear to everyone. "Yeah." Zong Jiu nodded, and said lightly, "See you in the safe house." It''s strange, I don''t know if it is the death breath attached to the ghost king. They just ran through an entire area in the colorful amusement park, but they came along the way and didn''t see another ghost. This is really weird. The main system has put three hundred Halloween ghosts, each of which has its own hunting range, which just covers the entire park. They had passed through at least seven or eight ghost hunting circles at that distance just now, but they didn''t expect that the ghosts were all quiet as chickens. Could this be the suppression of the ghost king''s breath? It is a pity that the situation is too urgent now, and it is too late to think about it. Ten seconds later, a group of people separated again at the fork in the road. Sure enough, Death was wrapped in the black mist, and once again chose the fork in the road where the white-haired youth went away. The road that Zong Jiu chose was bright and colorful, with a dazzling array of colorful lights hanging above, and the trees were dazzling with dots of golden fluorescence. When he turned his head, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Death''s broad black robe passing by, with a deep hood. The magician squinted his eyes, glanced at the railing not far away, and leaped up with the skateboard under his feet. The white-haired young man was light and light, and the gap in the center of the skateboard was firmly placed on the iron fence, and quickly slid towards the bottom of the stairs. At the same time, the cold wind brought by the playing cards whizzed past and pierced the huge cloak floating in the air. When the spiritually blessed playing cards were submerged in the black fog, they made a piercing burning sound. They were surrounded by unidentified black particles and ignited spontaneously out of thin air. They were then wrapped into black **** by thicker fog, and then disappeared. Zong Jiu is not discouraged if a blow is not achieved. This is the only ghost king in the entire amusement park. If he can solve it so easily, then there is no need to be confused. But I don''t know why, Zong Jiu always feels that this ghost king is a bit familiar. Especially when he was chasing and killing him alone, he even felt that the **** of death did not use all his strength at all, but flew behind him like a qualified hunter, letting the prey run, and waited until the other party had no strength. Pick it up again, full of evil taste. Zong Jiu slid to the track below on the skateboard, walked into a trail facing him, fumbled into the system backpack, and grabbed his tarot card. He wanted to see what was the reason this ghost king had been chasing after him. Soon, Zong Jiu knew why. The white-haired magician looked at the demon card in his hand, his molars crunching. At the same time, a playful chuckle sounded behind his ears. "I want to catch you, little magician." ...... On the other side, Xu Su also encountered a big trouble. He led a few newcomers to cut corners to find Tu Yumen. Without the A-level and S-level asylum, several newcomers along the way are a little nervous, and dare not come out. The newcomers in this team were the first people who followed Zong Jiu in the deserted village dungeon. Some of them stayed in the collective dungeon forever, and the rest were basically promoted to C-level like Xu Su, and they are considered newcomers. The best. "Strange, why is that **** of death staring at Brother Jiu and chasing after him." They ran across the fork in the road, and when they looked back, they found that both the magician and the **** of death were missing. Xu Su scratched his head, "Let''s go to the master of Onmyoji first. It''s only a block away from the detour, so don''t delay." The main reason is that they are not far away, if Zong Jiu runs far away, he won''t worry about leaving them behind. At this moment, the main system finally announced the address of the next safe house. [The second safe house: haunted house. Safe house valid time limit: 50 minutes] "It turned out to be a haunted house!" The trainees in the park shouted. There are a lot of haunted houses in the colorful amusement park. There are eight of the eleven districts, all of which are of different themes. The running newcomer glanced at the map and screamed: "We are only half a street away from the pirate ship haunted house. Should we go to the safe house and wait for the Tuyumen boss?" Unfortunately, the direction of the pirate ship is very different from the direction of the road just now. They are clearly closer to the haunted house. Xu Su took a moment to glance, and as expected, right on the edge of this square, a huge broken pirate ship was silently by the sea. The mast above was tattered and hung a huge black skull flag. The cabins could still be seen brightly lit. , The vicious group of pirates seems to be preparing for a gluttonous feast. Xu Su looked back at the dark road and then at the pirate ship. He raised his supernatural camera in his hand and took two photos towards the pirate ship. The photos washed from above were flat, only dark and deep. On the contrary, there are still a few unknown dark green in the photos washed out on the fork road where they originally planned to go. Looking at the two photos, Xu Su gritted his teeth, "Okay, let''s go to the safe house first." With the strength of the Onmyoji, there is no need to worry about whether or not to get to the safe house. On the contrary, it is them. They may not be able to hit the Tuyumen if they turn around. If you encounter a ghost, you don¡¯t know if these special items are enough use. I don''t know if it''s lucky, there is no danger all the way across the square. Xu Su successfully led the newcomer to the pirate ship. When they arrive, there will be another team on the pirate ship. Xu Sen, who was promoted to A-level, led a team on the deck above the pirate ship, with solemn expressions. "Xu--" Unfortunately, across the night sky, Xu Su couldn''t see this scene either. When he saw Xu Sen, he subconsciously wanted to show a big smile, but the hand that extended out to say hello was slowly still as if thinking of something. The people on the deck heard the familiar sound and turned their heads. At that moment, the expression on Xu Sen''s face solidified. He didn''t care about the situation on the deck, and jumped straight from the high hull, flipping the pages of the magic book he held up. However, none of this can compare to the dark brown lasso flying from the air. Xu Su, who was still smiling just now, struggled to be dragged away by the noose wrapped around his neck. Chapter 128: Happy Halloween The change was so fast that no one had time to react, and the dark yellow lasso suddenly dropped from the night sky. Not only Xu Su, but all the newcomers who just ran with him were lassoed around their necks, dragged by the dark behind by brute force like an eagle catching a chicken. In just a few seconds, Xu Su''s face flushed flushed, and he rolled around holding the lasso in his throat. He took out the amulet sent to them by the Tuyumen from his pocket. The amulet burned out of thin air, but it was still of no avail. At first sight, he encountered a hard stubble. "Xu Su!" The man yelled anxiously, and he didn¡¯t care about the anger that he had said before in the amusement park that he would never listen to Xu Su. The witchcraft book in his hand had no wind, and he immediately mobilized the sea water in the black sea behind it and turned it into the air. More than a dozen water arrows cut towards the rope. Behind him, several senior trainees in the organization showed a surprised look. Many people know that Xu Sen was only a C-level senior at the beginning. It stands to reason that after a period of time in the infinite loop, he is still C-level, either because of his bad temperament or bad luck. No, after drew from the A-level blind box, the famous medieval black witchcraft book "The Book of the Black Hen", Xu Sen went straight up and rushed to the A-level. During this period, many large organizations expressed their intentions of wooing him. For example, the Witch Club that specializes in witchcraft, but unfortunately all of them were rejected by him. It now appears that Xu Sen''s A-level is indeed worthy of the name. There are also many types of special props. Among them, the functional special props are the most, and the rarest is the offensive props. As a result, what Xu Sen got was the rarest one at once, so why not make people jealous? Maybe out of the 100 people who made their final debut, Xu Sen might have a place. What no one expected was that when the water arrows flew into the air, a rope suddenly flew out of the darkness, stopping the water arrows accurately. After all, the arrow was still made of water, and after cutting a piece of rope, it became weak in the follow-up, and it spread out in the air, turning into crackling drops of water and smashing onto the floor tiles. Xu Sen closed his eyes, and his other hand suddenly connected a dot on the cult book made of human skin. Without the cover of the sleeves, everyone saw the dry and scorched fingers of his left hand at this moment. [What''s the matter with this new A-level hand, are there any sisters to popularize it? ¡¿ [Wow, this hand is a bit scary. I think of the black witchcraft performed by the witches. It seems that there is indeed a danger of backlash, but this is really too scary, and it turns into a corpse directly] [I know, I know, before this Xu Sen was C-level, the C-level collective copy is not Olympus, he was very brilliant in it, using a forbidden black witchcraft in his A-level special props , Need to absorb the vitality of the operator. Otherwise do you think why he can get the A-level evaluation of the main system, then it must be paid] [Yes, it turns out that it¡¯s how I got promoted to A-level, it¡¯s not easy, sorry. jpg] Xu Su also saw this scene, and he suddenly stopped when he was struggling, and his eyes widened in disbelief. After returning from Olympus, Xu Sen put on a loose set of clothes and deliberately made his sleeves very long. Since Xu Sen was promoted to A-level, they haven''t had a good chat, let alone Xu Su insisted on participating in Halloween activities, and the two began a cold war. So until now, Xu Su didn''t know that Xu Sen''s hand turned out to be like this. It''s no wonder that Xu Sen is one of the few days in front of him, always covering up. It''s a pity that he didn''t have time to say anything, because of this moment of slack, the rope relentlessly dragged him into the deep darkness. The last scene I saw in the field of vision was the appearance of Xu Sen''s red eyes. It was very quiet in the dark, surprisingly quiet. Another newcomer cried and said, "Cough cough cough, it''s over, we probably have to explain here." "I''m still so young, I''ve been dragged to this unlucky place, I don''t want to die yet." "I knew I wouldn''t come to this Halloween event. I would rather go to the Tuyumen boss first." Everyone was very sad, trying to say some **** to liven up the atmosphere, but unfortunately they were all tied around their necks. Although the rope didn''t continue to use force now, the fear of letting mermaid flesh still followed him. Not to mention the next second, there was a creepy crunch above their heads. It was as if something was crawling on the rope, and the smelly, sticky, unidentified object was dripping down the straw rope, and it smelled extremely unpleasant. In the dim moonlight, they saw a pale face. Greasy black hair ran down the face, clinging to the straw rope, and calling for a letter from the back. The trainees were so scared that they wanted to scream, but the extremely cold air invaded the limbs and the limbs, and their teeth were trembling. Everyone is a newcomer, and there are not many special items that can be used. The amulet has been used just now. Xu Su thought, it''s over, it''s probably impossible to escape this calamity. The only regret...Sure enough, it''s still... He clenched his fists, Xu Sen''s anxious face flashed in front of him, closed his eyes in pain, and waited for the arrival of death. The next time is very long. It was so long that the pain did not tighten the neck, and death did not come as expected. After five minutes of silence, the trainees all noticed something was wrong. So everyone opened their eyes tremblingly, only to see the female ghost floating in mid-air opening faintly, with yellow eyes and red lips like blood. "Which one of you can tell a story? That''s it, did the prince and the princess finally get together?" ...... Zong Jiu grabbed the demon card in his hand, his eyes were dangerous. No one would have thought of this. Even if a trainee has the status of a mentor and has a part-time job as an npc, now he has become the ghost king of the playground battle royale? This stunned, the distance between the **** of death and the skateboard was suddenly greatly shortened. A thick black mist rolled out from the mouth of the hood, and the cloak with two people high and floating above the ground was like a hill, and the black shadow shining from behind could be stable when three white-haired youths hugged each other. Big. The cold breath seemed to be close at hand, and a playful chuckle sounded close to his ears. Reaper didn''t seem to mind the magician discovering his true identity. Zong Jiu sneered and quickly squatted down on the skateboard. "Could the main system not pay you three wages?" Between the sparks and flints, the side of the skateboard slipped on the concrete floor, threw a beautiful arc on the curve, and quickly drove towards another narrow spot. While running, Zong Jiu calculated the time in his heart. There is a small train project in the colorful amusement park, which departs every half an hour. At that time, a comprehensive tour will be carried out around the eleven areas in the park, and the speed will not be much slower than the normal train. If he can take advantage of no.1 to run to the train, the next road will be a little more worry-free. Countless trainees in the park watched the magician and the **** of death playing a chase game in the dim night sky. The young man leaped down from a high place, the tires polished on the steel plate and sparkled bursts of dazzling sparks, and the terrible black shadow followed him like a shadow. It''s now! Zong Jiu''s foot on the front of the skateboard exerted force, and the hand that was hanging down lifted the skateboard from the ground and leaped towards the railroad track. The old green leather train is surrounded by a circle of steel cables stuck around the train, and you can climb to the top of the train by stepping on it. His movements are simple and neat, without any muddle, the clothes that the wind raises are spinning in the air, and he ran to the top of the train with a skateboard in a pull-up. Onlookers who didn''t know looked at his set and thought it was an action blockbuster. Not to mention trainees, there are still many ghosts in many areas watching this scene in time, and they made sharp applause. The number of viewers in Zong Jiu''s live broadcast room has risen sharply, and the barrage is very interested in the reason why the ghost king is chasing after him. [Do you have any sisters to count, how far has it gone? ¡¿ [I have almost run through eleven districts. Absolutely. I just saw the **** of death swooping over the rails...what kind of grudges or grievances, more than two thousand trainees just stared at one chase, magician It''s too miserable] [Bad, the magician is miserable. But did he strengthen his body? He felt so light and flexible. A set of chasing movements really made me dumbfounded. I thought I was watching a movie...] [I also want to say this, it¡¯s really too nb, this figure should be strengthened by resilience, flexibility and strength, I silently calculated the number of survival points needed in my heart, disturb. jpg] They have been running in this park for more than two or three hours. Even on the train, the magician did not get much breathing time. Now the trainees in the entire park, including the trainees who are watching outside, the survivors in the live broadcast...Everyone knows that the magician is unlucky enough to be spotted by the ghost king and is performing a desperate run. Rao is Zong Jiu who has strengthened his physical stamina, and he is still a little bit overwhelmed under such high-intensity running. [Both of them ran for almost three hours after chasing them. Wouldn''t they have to run till dawn when this went on? ¡¿ The barrage was worried. At exactly this time, the main system announced the location of the fourth safe house. It''s not that Zong Jiu never thought of going in every round of the safe house announcement, but it was a pity that the devil was like teasing him deliberately, always blocking the intersection impartially. The playing cards in Zong Jiu''s hand were linked, and he simply drove in the direction he remembered. In order to enter the red-roofed house, Zong Jiu even abandoned his skateboard before rushing into the entrance dangerously and dangerously. The Mirror House is a huge house made of mirrors. The white-haired youth flashed in through the entrance. Thousands of mirrors are spread in all directions, even under the feet and on the ceiling are reflections. White and black are chasing in this fascinating place. The magician flashed away from the mirror on the left, and Death cut a mirror on the right. It''s almost time. The playing cards that flashed between Zong Jiu''s slender fingers swayed in the air, so he rolled on the spot, turned around and broke a mirror, and came to the entrance where he had just entered the mirror house like a trick. There were several fork roads in the mirror house. Zong Jiu inspected on the spot and found that there was a road that just turned back. Thinking about this, he turned around. The mirror surface is pitch black, and the black mist obscures everything. For some reason, it was clearly a carefully planned path by himself, but it made Zong Jiu vaguely uneasy. Soon, he knew why. The magician stepped out of the exit and slammed into the hood of the **** of death. The cold and powerful arms hugged the man up, and the two-person high cloak swallowed the young man on the spot. "Are you in such a hurry to give your arms?" Chapter 129: Happy Halloween The accident happened in an instant, and there were bursts of exclamation in the live broadcast room. [Fuck, Death didn''t follow in at all! ¡¿ [No, I just switched the video and saw that he had entered. Why did he suddenly appear at the entrance again? ¡¿ [Sisters upstairs, maybe we all read it wrong... The black fog behind the **** of death is too big, and the shots in the live broadcast room follow the magician again, and it¡¯s normal to ignore it] [Then does this mean that every move of the magician is actually in the expectation of the ghost king? Mamaye, even if this **** of death is strong, his brain is still so good? But other trainees should also be very lucky, after all, he only stared at the magician chasing after him, dog head. jpg] Between the lightning and flint, Zong Jiu suddenly figured everything out. When he was in the mirror room, he could still see the reflection of the black hood on the mirror surface at first, and then these images were obscured by the black mist that continuously gushed from the cloak of death, covering all mirror surfaces tightly. I can''t see the slightest. But because the sickle was knocking on the mirror all the time, Zong Jiu didn''t care too much. This also leads to a problem, that is... The **** of death does not necessarily need to hold the sickle, it can completely let the sickle fly out, go to other places to hit the glass, slamming. Then he stayed at the entrance, waiting for the stray lamb to throw himself into the net. Just like it is now. Grim Reaper opened his arms, and his jokingly low voice was filled with wicked surprise. "Oh? So eager to give in?" The two-meter-high big hood suddenly cracked a gap, and the darkness and the abyss opened their fangs to the pure lamb. From the perspective of bystanders and the live broadcast room, it happened to swallow the whole white-haired young man. This voice is **** familiar, but unfortunately, I don''t know what authority the other party has opened. The survivors in the live broadcast room can''t hear it at all, only Zong Jiu can hear it. After swallowing the magician, the sickle was again held up by the black mist, and returned to the death **** respectfully. And the hood just stayed still on the spot for a few seconds, and then began to slide again. The **** of death, who had just captured the prey, seemed to be in a great mood, as the king patrolled his own territory, fleeing toward the deeper darkness. The trainees who only dared to watch from afar took the cold from their hearts. "It''s over, this time the magician is really bad luck." "This has all been dragged into the cloak. You have seen the black mist just now. Doesn''t this require people to get a little bit of the rhythm of turning into corpse water." "Hurry up, an A-level trainee doesn''t have the power to fight in front of the ghost king. Wouldn''t it be necessary for us to be targeted..." When it comes to this, anyone who understands understands it. So everyone didn''t dare to speak anymore, and they went off to find the safe house. There was also a wailing in the live broadcast room. [Did the magician overturn the car? ¡¿ [Yes, his live broadcast room is completely dark, either it is blocked, or it is...Uh, you know, it will only happen if something happens to it] [Oh oh oh no! Among so many trainees, I like magicians the most! I really feel optimistic that he can ascend to the S-class throne! I cracked! ¡¿ The next thing is destined to be unknown, because the light cannot penetrate the black fog, nor can it penetrate the huge cloak that sinks into the night. So no one saw that a powerful arm hugged the white-haired young man, his cold chest pressed to his back, and his breath wrapped around the back of his ears, making people shiver unconsciously. Although Zong Jiu is about 1.8 meters tall, he is now buckled in a huge two-meter cloak like a chicken picked up by an eagle. Not only is he tens of centimeters above the ground, he can''t struggle, and he can only be caught by the devil. Hooped tightly in his arms. But there is no need to struggle, he still has an unclear hole card in his hand. Zong Jiu stopped his movements, let the other party maintain this position, and asked coldly, "What''s the matter?" The man gave a chuckle, casually wrapped around the magician''s waist, adjusted the opponent to a position that fits better in his chest, and controlled his hood to fly forward. The Grim Reaper''s hood was big, big enough to hide several people inside, and the black mist surrounding it was thick enough to prevent anyone from discovering the abnormal signs that the magician had been held hostage. The deep voice sounded in the narrow and confined space, just touching the position of the auricle. The red wine was poured into the decanter, and the fragrant smell slowly diffused, his back pressed against his chest. "It''s been so long since the last copy, but you still haven''t given me an answer." The hoarse voice surrounds Zong Jiu like a snake spitting venom. The huge hood seems to be noise-reducing, and there is only a cloak, which seems to have a thick frosted glass with the outside world. "Obviously, the keys have been delivered, but the delay in coming to see me makes me sad." The devil''s tone was regretful, "It''s not that we, the big celebrity magician who has been in the limelight recently, have forgotten about this. I have to take the time from my busy schedule to go down in person to show my sincerity. What the key refers to, naturally the two people present know well. Before the copy of the first middle school, no.1 made a special trip to the magician¡¯s room by stepping on the shadows, but the fight was not completed, but was stuffed with a black S-class room card, which brightly hinted that Zong Jiu could find it at any time. The devil informed his decision. After all, it was the invitation that was delayed in receiving a response. Zong Jiu already had a plan in his mind, but it was absolutely impossible for him to answer directly now. So he avoided the weight and snorted lightly, "Hunting and killing me in the playground for three hours, is this your so-called sincerity?" The cold gloves slowly rubbed the back of the young man''s neck, stroked the long hair that was hanging down his head, and played with it indulgingly. I don''t know if it was for the sake of playing this **** of death better, the devil specially changed a pair of new gloves. Before his gloves were white, the white gloves were a sacred symbol of the medieval European knights. It was obviously ironic to wear them on his hands. And now, he changed into a pair of pure black tactical half-finger leather gloves, and he casually swiped across the aorta, feeling the breath of life. no.1 likes this action very much, because he loves living things more than dead ones. Perhaps a qualifier should be added in front of this sentence, limited to magicians. I don''t know why, but now, the devil doesn''t want to know the answer. Because the answer is not important. But this does not prevent him from continuing to tease each other wickedly, "Then what''s your answer?" As he said, the man leaned to the side of the young man''s face very suggestively, his dark golden pupils gleaming with unexplained light. The trainees outside didn''t know what happened in the cloak, only knew that the ghost king seemed to be in a better mood after taking the magician into his stomach, even the arc around the cloak was higher, and there was no choice. The meaning of setting a target to hunt down. All living and dead creatures shy away from this death **** carrying a scythe. coming. Zong Jiu''s face was calm and steady, even if he was carried in the air, he did not show any timidity at all. He thought for a while, pretending to be thinking, and finally answered, "Then I agree." The surging black mist seemed to be still for a while because of his understatement. Then there was the man''s unstoppable low laugh from deep in his throat, starting from his chest, and finally the young man in his arms shook together. This laughter is not without malice, but more of the expected pleasure. "What are you laughing at." Zong Jiu asked calmly, "Don''t you just want an answer?" The devil didn''t reply, but pressed the weight of his whole body towards him, like a mollusk without bones. However, his body was surprisingly cold, which made Zong Jiushi, who was born with a hot body temperature, uncomfortable. He just wanted to move his body and stay away from this lunatic. After he had laughed enough, the devil finally spoke. "Little liar." His tone was ambiguous, covering up the hidden dangers. "look." The magician was unmoved, but spread his hands, "You want an answer, but you don''t want to believe my words, then this answer is obviously not that important to you." Although it is very risky to point out this directly. But Zong Jiu really knew the devil too well. The excitement of being an accomplice is far less interesting than being a rival. And a madman does not need accomplices, all he needs are opponents. So the accomplice will die, but the old enemy may not. The man narrowed his eyes and did not answer his words. On the contrary, Zong Jiu took the initiative to go further, "Well, let''s make a bet." It was a little uncomfortable to be hooped like this, at least Zong Jiu felt that his legs were off the ground for too long, and it was extremely uncomfortable to hang. In the distance, the main system has announced that it does not know the safe house. All the sounds were dim, except for the friction of the cloak floating in the air. No ghost without eyes dared to come to death in front of him, and at the same time it prevented Zong Jiu from trying to escape. He can only think of a solution by himself, such as saying a few words to save himself from this extremely embarrassing situation. Sure enough, the demon was aroused, "Oh?" "I will give you an answer before the Halloween event closes." Zong Jiu''s speech is fast, and the words are not lacking in gentleness, "Not necessarily satisfactory, but it should be a surprise." Surprise or surprise Zong Jiu doesn''t know, but as long as he can unplug the line on No.2''s head, he will give No.1 the biggest surprise. So he closed his eyes and started writing a bad check. Otherwise, he was stuck in his hood. He could only listen to the outside main system reporting to the safe house round by round. Although he didn¡¯t have to run, he couldn¡¯t complete the task. . Hearing that, no.1 is lacking in interest, "That''s too boring." Zong Jiu understood, "Then you say what to bet." "It''s better than this." The devil''s eyes were filled with a little bit of playfulness, "If you can complete the special clearance mission for the last hour..." "Ahead of your puppet?" "Yes, ahead of my puppet." no.1 Slowly stretched out his finger, and gently pressed the white-haired young man''s lips from behind, it was rare to rise a little eager to try. The magician spoke, and his lips brushed the black gloves with a strange touch uncontrollably. It breaks at the touch of a touch, and the heat, unlike another cold body, is like permeating through fabric, igniting a prairie fire. The fighting spirit rose in the dark and narrow space, and the breathing between each other was clear and audible. "Deal." Chapter 130: Happy Halloween Xu Su feels like she is dreaming. He and a group of friends were inexplicably pulled to the tree by ropes. Above the ropes, there was also a scary female ghost wearing white clothes and hair, her face was definitely the kind that scared her soul at a glance. At least Xu Su and the other newcomers were so scared that they almost didn''t wet their pants. Just when everyone felt that their deadline was approaching and they began to close their eyes and prepare to give up treatment and wait for death, they did not expect that the female ghost would even ask them if they could tell a story. The voice is like weeping like a complaint, and it is extremely sad, and there is a sense of grievance for no reason. Several trainees looked at each other stiffly. Xu Su didn''t dare to visit her, but stammered: "Yes, knows a little bit." The yellow and white intersecting eyes turned and glanced at him, "It''s that... the story of what kind of princess, and a female ghost who likes to look in the mirror." other people:"......" You are a female ghost who said that she is a female ghost, but the female ghost is yourself? However, through this interruption, the trainees also figured out what story the female ghost sister in front of them wanted to hear. There is a female ghost who likes to look in the mirror, and a princess. After thinking about it for a long time and investigating one by one, it became clear that it was "Snow White" originally. "Yes, yes, it''s Snow White!" Hearing this familiar name that I was thinking about, the female ghost smiled and shook her arms, her black hair swayed in the air for a while, revealing the dry and pus-filled dark yellow dead skin underneath, scared a few who accidentally saw this The trainees hugged each other and shivered, not daring to let out the atmosphere. The time is too long, she almost forgot about it, but she still has one obsession, she didn''t expect to find it today. The female ghost is a resentful ghost in a house in the Republic of China. One day, I heard a new tenant tell a wonderful story. She listened enthusiastically, and one applauded, but the man turned his head stiffly and was scared to death when he saw her. So she had been thinking about this story in her heart for many years, but it was a pity that the people who came into the house either never heard the story, or followed in the footsteps of the scared person, so she never forgets it. The pale face circled in mid-air, stupefied to grab the lasso and put it on another section of the trunk, climbed to the center and sat down, waiting for them to speak with a grin. "Then what are you doing in a daze, hurry up and tell the slave family." Not to mention trainees, several of the survivors who saw Xu Su in distress and touched his live broadcast room were also suspiciously mad. ¡¾? ? ? What''s the situation, this female ghost sister is different from what I imagined] [I am also surprised that the A-level trainees holding the book of the black hen are going crazy, but they are actually telling stories in a leisurely manner? ¡¿ [This wild lasso head pulls life away, who can think that this sister turned out to be a good ghost, split] [Still a good ghost who likes to listen to fairy tales, talent] Xu Su and his party were even more confused. So they sat in the dark, telling stories to the female ghosts for several hours. From "Snow White" to "Cinderella", from "Alice in Wonderland" to "Daughter of the Sea". During the period, I also got the kind of female ghost sister blowing her nose madly and tearful eyes. Anyone who saw it would have to have nightmares in the middle of the night. After talking for a long time, it is estimated that when the Halloween event is closed, the female ghost reluctantly let them go. "Your companions are really annoying. They have been attacking my ropes all the time. Forget it, let''s go. The Nujia has heard more stories today than hundreds of years combined, and I am content." As he said, the ghost figure hanging in the air rose to a sluggish waist and opened his mouth, "Go, don''t disturb the slave''s sleep and beauty sleep." So Xu Su took a few newcomers and left the darkness with a dreamlike illusion along the way. Not knowing what the female ghost sister did, she dragged them directly to the underground of an amusement device, and the group fumbled for a while in the dark before finding a way to leave. After seeing the familiar night sky, everyone looked at each other. "We came out alive?" "Yes, not only came out alive, but also achieved the achievement of telling bedtime stories to female ghosts." "Furthermore, the female ghost said that she should take a beauty sleep and restore the skin on her face. After a few seconds of silence, everyone couldn''t help but squatted on the ground and laughed. "Hahahahahaha!" It''s not just the ecstasy of the rest of my life, the main thing is that this female ghost sister is too funny and worth complaining! The reason why I can only listen to stories and not read stories for so many years is because I died too early and failed to enjoy the nine-year compulsory education of socialism. It is said that Sister Ghost knows that girls can read and read after decades. , Eating fast and reciting the Buddha in the house every day, I hope I can let go of this obsession and reincarnate as soon as possible. Xu Su was also laughing wildly, tears coming out of his laughter. Their undisguised laughter finally attracted the attention of the search team who had been hovering nearby and did not want to leave. The tracking technique in the hands of Tu Yumen suddenly shined, and his expression was happy: "Here!" So squatting on the ground and smiling, Xu Su was suddenly pulled from the ground by a strong force, and his head was pressed into a trembling arms. Since being a full-time wizard, Xu Sen, who has also been fond of long-sleeved robes, has a cold expression. Xu Su blushed, and was about to break free, but felt that the other party was shaking uncontrollably. He was taken aback, slowly relaxed his body, and stopped the thought of struggling. No one spoke for a while. Even Xu Su, who has always been a clever tongue, is quietly like a quail. It wasn''t until a while later that he stammered, "You, what are you doing! I''m fine, that''s a good ghost. Let me tell two stories before letting me go." Xu Senque did not speak, but his arms tightened. Seeing his appearance, Xu Su couldn''t say anything. He sighed, and suddenly grabbed Xu Sen''s left hand and rolled up the sleeve forcefully. Under the sleeve was a burnt and dry finger. Seeing it with my own eyes is much clearer and more shocking than the shadows across the night sky. The pupils of Xu Su''s eyes that had just been blown by the cold wind turned red again. He touched the hand tremblingly, and flinched as if he was afraid of hurting the other person, and sniffed, then he whispered, "Does it hurt?" "It doesn''t hurt." Xu Sen downplayed, never mentioning that this finger was necrotic, and he could not feel any sense of touch at all. After saying this, the two people fell silent again. The trainees around them exchanged glances one by one, and they were deeply moved by the iron relationship between the two. The high-level trainees and the low-level trainees are not without the iron buddies, but the veteran old people and the newcomers have become so good just in a thrilling trainee game. Xu Su and Xu Sen are really the first team. There are only a few people, watching the interaction between the two of them, how strange they look, but they can''t find the wrong clue. "correct!" Seeing everyone watching them, Xu Su changed the subject with a bit of embarrassment, "Where are Brother Nine and Nine?" This time it was Tuyumen who spoke, "The Night Clan was nearby, and the magician found it. Don''t worry, others are fine." Not long ago, the news that the A-level trainee magician was caught by the ghost king spread like wildfire, but within a few hours it spread throughout the colorful amusement park. One of the most worried about this is naturally the people in the ninth squad. Everyone had negotiated and teamed up to see the ghost king, but he didn¡¯t expect that Zong Jiu appeared again after a few hours. Not only did it pop up, but there was also a new skateboard under my feet. Many people in the night sky saw the strange red marks on his neck. The white-haired young man frowned, but waved his hand indifferently and asked if they had seen no.2. Coincidentally, when Tu Yumen came from the fork road alone, he saw the team of the Ye Clan in the distance. The leader of the night clan was dressed in a black and gold military uniform, with a caligula saber in his hand reflecting the flames of Halloween, and his face was as cold as iron. The blood clan leading behind is also solemn and harsh, just like a real special army. After learning the information, Zong Jiu hurriedly left. Now there is more than an hour before the Halloween event is closed, and the main system will not announce the special clearance task until the last hour. During this time, he had to find Fan Zhuo first, and then unplug the puppet thread from his head first. In short, it is not too much to find trouble, anyway, it is to declare war with the devil. Fortunately, Zong Jiu had reached a betting agreement with the devil before, so helping No. 2 to release control was unexpectedly smooth, and Zong Jiu did not need to do it himself. Zhuge An said before that as long as the controlled person realizes that he is being manipulated by the devil, or knows part of his abilities, the puppet line will automatically fall off. Fan Zhuo was the leader of the Night Clan, and he had known about No.1''s abilities for a long time, and he had taken precautions early, but he did not expect to be exploited. But fortunately, he was only tied with a puppet thread, so after Zong Jiu confessed this, the devil''s manipulation would automatically become invalid. Fan Zhuo was in a daze for a moment, and returned to normal after releasing his control. He solemnly thanked Zongjiu, and at the same time he suppressed the doubts in his heart. The night clan leader looked solemn. It is not important to be controlled. The important thing is how No. 1 circumvented his defenses and successfully pierced the puppet line in. He pondered for a moment, hesitated for a while, but still did not tell the guess that he had not verified. Because Zong Jiu Chao shook his head. Now the live broadcast room is still open, and there are eyes and ears everywhere. Even if there is no connection between the live broadcast room and the horror trainee game, there is still something wrong with discussing this issue, otherwise Zong Jiu would not say it particularly vague when he told Fanzhuo. . At this moment, time finally reached the last hour. At five o''clock in the morning, the dark sky also faintly signaled that dawn was about to break. [After five minutes, all ghost hunting limits will be lifted] As soon as this system announcement came out, all the trainees couldn''t help but scold their mothers. Lifting the restrictions means that all ghosts can chase trainees everywhere like a ghost king. [Announcement of the last round of safe houses: carousel] Carousel The entire amusement park has only one three-story carousel next to the castle in one district, which means that trainees in other districts have to rush to one district before that. Finally, the main system announced the most highly anticipated special customs clearance task. [Announcement of special clearance mission: before the park is closed, stand at the highest point of the entire playground to complete the mission, and get rewards for the number of times the S-level blind box is drawn] Chapter 131: Happy Halloween After the announcement of the safe house for the last hour, the trainees rushed non-stop from different locations in the park to the center of the carousel. This is not a simple matter. Not to mention that the main system suddenly made a move to cancel the hunting area of ??all Halloween ghosts. It''s good now, all the ghosts in the amusement park are boiling. The chainsaw madman threw his head on his hand, set up a huge chainsaw, and rushed forward. In the house, Little Red Riding Hood, who threw a new body into the cellar, locked the door, stuffed a handful of poisonous strawberries into the basket, and bounced out. Not to mention other purebred evil spirits, such as spider ghosts and scarecrows, are gearing up along the way. After nine full hours of escape, the trainees were exhausted one by one. Constantly changing safe houses, avoiding ghosts, and struggling to find the right path in the Halloween-dressed amusement park. Any problem in any of these links may welcome the arrival of ghosts face to face. There are not many situations where Xu Su accidentally hits a good ghost. Most people either become dead souls under the sweet smile of Little Red Riding Hood, or have their heads cut off by a chainsaw. Under this kind of extreme physical and psychological tension, I was suddenly told that it was finally the last hour, and there was great hope in everyone''s heart. Only 2,000 of the more than 5,000 people entered the amusement park, and by the last hour, almost only one-half remained. This survival rate was comparable to that of the collective dungeon. In fact, A-level and above accounted for two hundred of the thousand people. If the temptation of the A-level blind box was not too great, I am afraid that there would not be so many trainees who would come and take risks. No matter how tired you are running, you have to go to the next destination. Many of the low-level trainees are eager to try after hearing about the special clearance task. Originally, they thought that this task would be related to the King of Ghosts, but they didn''t expect it to sound so simple. Of course, there are also clear-headed trainees who discourage these whimsical colleagues who want to risk competing on the same stage with high levels. In this regard, the barrage can see more clearly. [The main system has always been like this, the simpler it sounds, the more difficult it is to implement it] [Indeed, these low-level newcomers are still too naive. It''s simple for them, isn''t it possible for those A-level and S-level bosses to hook their fingers? If there is no competitiveness, there is no need to think about this special mission. There are also A-level blind boxes for ordinary customs clearance. [Indeed, the rewards sent this time are A-level blind boxes, and many A-levels can''t sit still. Now that the horror trainee competition is half past, it¡¯s not time to compete with each other for the 100 places. In case there is a low-level A-level item, it will go straight to the A-level like Xu Sen, but the damage will be the high-level. The benefits of trainees] [Hey, there is no need to pour cold water, it''s all one''s own choice, either perish or erupt. Isn''t this a truth? ¡¿ Zong Jiu stood there, raising his eyes to look into the distance. Fan Zhuo also frowned. They all plan to challenge the special clearance task in the main system. "Other matters will be discussed after returning to the trainee dormitory." The white-haired young man nodded at him, and the two parted ways after reaching an agreement in a short time. Indeed, neither the circumstances nor the times are suitable for much discussion. In addition, No. 2 is not an individual. As a leader, there is a night clan behind him, and it is natural that he can''t win the trust of the other party in a few words. "it is good." Fan Zhuo nodded and watched him leave. Zong Jiu didn''t go anywhere. He took the lead to turn the skateboard around on the ground, his eyes sinking slightly. Others don''t matter, but since he bet with no.1, it is impossible for him to put himself in a situation of failure. It''s just that this clearance task was full of doubts from the moment it was issued. The task requirement is to stand at the highest position in the entire park before the park is closed. Although it sounds simple, the difficulty of its implementation is worth considering. First of all, where is the highest point of the Colorful Amusement Park? The first thing everyone looked at was the castle. The castle is located in the center of a district. Its appearance is ivory white, and it is full of classical beauty. It has many similarities and similarities with the famous Hohenzollern Castle in Germany. The highest place in the central castle is naturally the spire on the side. The minaret is very high, and there is a spiral staircase that goes around the minaret to the top level. The top level cuts a hole in the tower wall. From a distance, only the lights lit on the top of the tower can be seen. Many trainees have already ran into the castle and rushed to the spire. However, what they didn''t know was that there were ghosts and ghosts in the castle waiting to have a good meal. "No, it can''t be a castle, there is still a place higher than the minaret in the amusement park." Some trainees ran to the tower of the water park. There is a sea **** on the top of the water park, with a statue of the sea **** on the top of the temple, and the tall tower on the side is where the water slide is connected. It''s a pity that the water park and the center of the castle are two different areas, and it is impossible to compare with the naked eye which is higher. The same reason also includes the bungee jumping base on the cliff by the sea. You can stand to the top by taking the elevator up, but it is impossible to compare. The trainees who went to these three places are more like betting. Of course, in addition to these places, there are also trainees who have a flash of inspiration. "Wait, the main system only said to reach the highest point, but didn''t say where the highest point was." The survivors onlookers suddenly realized it like a divine enlightenment. [Yes, the main system did not say what the highest point is! ¡¿ [Fuck, I know that this special clearance task won''t be so simple, the main system has big eyebrows and big eyes, surely there is a trick to wait] Someone immediately thought of jumping machines and Ferris wheels. The Ferris wheel is right next to the castle. When the car of the Ferris wheel rotates to the highest point, the height of the car, coincidentally, is just one line higher than the castle spire. The jumping machine is in the third zone, and some distance away from the first zone, but someone with a heart has seen the slogan of the jumping machine in the rule book issued by the main system. "...At the top of the jumping machine, the highest place of the full colorful playground, you can get a glimpse of the scenery of the entire park." For example, Lin Guoxing accidentally remembered this sentence, so he hurriedly led the team to the jumper. But here comes the problem again. Although the jumping machine and the Ferris wheel are indeed slightly higher than the high-rise buildings such as castles and water parks, they are not fixed in the end. Like the Ferris wheel, even if the top carriage is higher than the castle, who can guarantee that you will be sitting on the top carriage of the Ferris wheel when the amusement park activities are closed? It takes nearly an hour to make a full circle of the Ferris wheel. Now many trainees are rushing to line up under the Ferris wheel, and there are many ghosts behind them. The devil cut off his head and blood splashed on the spot. After all, without the hunting scope, ghosts become incomprehensible to humans. Nowadays, as long as you do not enter the safe house carousel in the park, you may be killed by ghosts in any other part of the amusement park. In addition, the same applies to the jumping machine. Lin Guoxing dare to pat his chest and say that the jumping machine is definitely higher than the car at the highest point of the Ferris wheel, otherwise the main system will not deliberately mention this in the game rule book. Then the problem also comes. How should they fix the Ferris wheel and the jumping machine? When Lin Guoxing rushed to the jumping machine, he knew how to fix it. Because at the height of the jumping machine, there was an extra figure. The compassionate blond son stood on the highest point of the jumper, and the cold wind lifted the hem of his white gold robe, hunting. He is not sitting on the seat of the jumping machine, but the top of the vertical pole behind the jumping machine, covering an area of ??only a few square meters. It must be when the jumping machine is driving to the highest point, taking advantage of the short pause of a few seconds, unfastening the seat belt and leading people to climb to the highest place, just thinking about it makes the scalp numb. "Let''s go, Brother Lin, we have forgotten how, there is also a trainee in the temple with special flying props." Behind Lin Guoxing, another trainee patted his thigh, revealing a sorrowful expression. Although the saint son is a good person, but besides that, he is also an S-rank, is the leader of a party organization, and is not a good person with no bottom line for good or bad. If someone is in trouble, he will save it. But if the sanctuary is already occupying the height of the jumping machine, it will be robbed by death, even a saint will have a temper. The Saint Child''s combat ability is indeed not strong, but he can''t stand it and win over a group of superb and loyal subordinates. When Lin Guoxing saw that figure from a distance, he knew that he was out of play. He sighed heavily in place, and then said: "Let''s go, brothers, go back." Lin Guoxing encountered such a situation here, and the Ferris wheel on the other side was not much better, even more exciting. Because the Ferris wheel does not have a section in the center like a jumper, it is the highest position of the entire Ferris wheel when the car is actually hit to the highest point. This time, as the barrage said, it looks simple, but in fact, ordinary trainees have long been shut out. Senior trainees show their magical powers on the Ferris wheel. Many trainees got on the train of the Ferris wheel, but those who climbed from the train to the top of the train were all senior trainees. Standing at the top is naturally a line higher than sitting inside. These senior trainees are standing at the top of the car, and they just got stuck at a high place a little bit from the top of the Ferris wheel, and when the next car comes, they jump from the head of this car, so that they can always stand at the highest point. The position does not fall. It is worth mentioning that there are also two S-classes on the Ferris wheel that are fighting. That is the black Azan and the exorcist. After the exorcist learned that Azan in black had been manipulated, he was deeply distressed by what happened to his old friend for many years. This uncle who had his own opinion finally ignored Zhuge''s secret dissuasion and insisted on going to fight him. So the two men began the decisive battle on the top of the Forbidden City at the top of the Ferris wheel. They stepped on the carriage dangling in the air, and the ghosts of the spirit-bearing banners attacked the holy water in the sky, and the scene was extremely fierce. This time is good, two S-level gods are fighting, and it is not the ordinary trainees who have suffered. All the trainees who wanted to try on the Ferris wheel never dared to go up after they were born, and ran to the merry-go-round in grief. However, Zong Jiu, he didn''t go to any of the above locations. The white-haired young man walked straight on his skateboard and headed towards the seaside port that runs counter to a district. Of course, the main system would not have thought that some trainees tried to use a hot air balloon to float in the air to avoid ghosts and chase by the effort-saving way. Therefore, it announced in advance that the hunting range of many ghosts is only on flat ground and does not include altitude. This means that even if someone drives a hot air balloon into the sky and drifts over the hunting range of a ghost, the ghost can still ignore the physical distance and go directly to the sky and chop a person. In addition, the hot air balloon''s range of activity is only the size of a basket, and there is no place to hide in the air. If you are touched by a ghost, it will be a dead end. No trainee will be so stupid to try to drive a hot air balloon under this premise. . But now it''s different. Now the main system is required to stand at the highest point. What is higher than a hot air balloon? Many people thought of this, so while Zong Jiu rushed to the dock, many other teams were also advancing together. Among them are some trainees who left the pier with regretful expressions on their faces. When Zong Jiu raced against time to arrive at the port, Zhuge An was already standing on the lighthouse. The black-haired man looked solemn and shook his head at him, "All the hot air balloons have all been lifted off." "Just half an hour ago, before the special clearance mission was released, these hot air balloons ascended into the sky." He pointed to the distant sky. There are a few hot air balloons floating in the sky, but the strange thing is that there is no one on top of each hot air balloon. No, it can''t be said to be empty. On the other end of the air, the black wizard of no.8 was pouring out of black mist with both hands, borrowing the power of black magic to forcibly lift himself up, flying out of thin air, flying towards one of the hot air balloons. This hand, as early as the first round of the big turntable, the black wizard performed in public, and now although everyone is surprised, they are just feeling that this task is really prepared for the S grade. Good guy, I was waiting here. Zong Jiu gritted his teeth, his fists creaked. If he doesn''t believe no.1 if he didn''t guess it, would these hot air balloons all ascend to heaven by such a coincidence? Although it has eliminated the possibility of other people taking a hot air balloon, it treats everyone equally and cuts off everyone''s path. Just as Zong Jiu was about to turn his head and ask the dog-headed army master what he could do, a cheerful shout suddenly came from behind him. A faint helplessness appeared in Zhuge''s dark and cold eyes, and he lifted his chin behind him, motioning Zong Jiu to turn his head to look. "To prevent the world from being destroyed! To protect the peace of the world!" "If you have a problem and want to ask for help¡ª" "Of course it is looking for us! Joker!" "Mad hat!" "We are cute and charming villains! Your most loyal partner!" With oil paint on his face, the crazy duo, who is loyal to wearing all seven colors and implementing performance art, stood behind Zong Jiu. One of them took off the top hat, the other took off the wig, with an exaggerated smile on their faces, and bowed to the magician. "Dear Mr. Magician, I am happy to help you!" Chapter 132: Happy Halloween Zong Jiu: "..." What are these duo doing? He glanced at Zhuge An, who was also eager to speak but stopped, and the monk couldn''t figure it out. In fact, if you want to say that the clown is a good ghost, it is not necessary, because a few days ago, Zong Jiu saw him fighting with the mummies on the opposite block, and he drove them into the trash can in a circle, resulting in a comminuted fracture. Not to mention how horrifying the scene was, it made the trainees in the park stay away. But for those who are willing to play with him and be friends with him, the clown is still very kind. At least the clown was pretty good with Mad Hatter and Zong Jiu. Never let Zong Jiu see the scene where he was beating someone. Once he hit someone and hurriedly washed his hands, carefully hiding his injured hand behind the handkerchief. . But there is one thing to say that after meeting Mad Hatter, a good partner who is also insane, the schizophrenia of the clown seems to be effectively curbed, and it is not as serious as before. Maybe these two people can get crazy together, rob and set fire together in the park, and they have quite a common topic of nonsense. "Oh! Wait, Joker, Mad Hatter and Magician, it''s really a good combination!" Mad Hatter suddenly seemed to realize something, and shouted excitedly in place. Yes, many trainees around the port did not notice these two guys who are keen to engage in performance art. Now they saw that they were so scared that their buttocks were on fire. They sprang up and ran, for fear that these two lunatic ghosts would look for them. Not happy. "Yes, this is really a good combination." The clown applauded, and took out a bunch of balloons from behind like a trick, "Dangdangdang! We brought the props that the magician lacked!" Behind him, Mad Hatter hummed a prologue for the opening of a good show. Zong Jiu looked at the large clusters of balloons that seemed to be unable to catch even the clown himself, and a little unpleasant premonition seldom rose in his heart. This hunch reached its peak after the Mad Hatter smiled and handed out his top hat. "Don''t panic, don''t panic." The Mad Hatter hat itself is much larger than ordinary hats. It is still made of unknown heavy animal skins. It is very strong, and the edges are dotted with a string of hooks. Zong Jiu noticed that these hooks didn''t seem to exist on the hat before. The clown squatted down, wrapping the balloon line in his hand around the hat, and the Mad Hatter was responsible for holding the hat on the ground. The two ghosts are obviously very hand-crafted types. After all, the exaggerated oil makeup on their faces was painted by themselves. The set of fancy dresses on their bodies are not sold on the street, and they should be tailored by themselves. At this invincible manual work speed, soon a hat with a balloon was made. The clown let go of his hand carefully, and finally confirmed that there were no traces of the balloon lines that were about to fall off, and triumphantly shared their latest results with Zong Jiu. "Look, the props are ready! The magic can begin!" Zong Jiu: "..." Zhuge dark: "..." The audience in the live room: "..." Except for the duo, everyone''s expressions are the same. In the live broadcast room, a long series of question marks broke through the screen. ¡¾This? ? This? ? ? I, I''m speechless] [+1 upstairs, my thinking now is that the magician and the two lunatics have exchanged feelings for so many days, will I feel a little regret now?] [Hat and balloons, absolutely, this is the way of no return to the sky, why didn''t these two people go to the sky! ¡¿ [I''m going to laugh to death! ! Look at the expressions of Zhuge, it¡¯s the first time I have seen someone choke Zhuge so hard to speak hahahahaha] But in fact, the expression of indescribable expression lasted only a short while on Zhuge''s dark face. After a moment, he squinted his narrow eyes and decisively began to think about the possibility of using this simple prop to go to heaven. Although the clown and the Mad Hatter look very unreliable, for Zhuge An, they are two variables that can be used, and they can get unexpected gains if they are used well. After thinking about it, Zhuge An even thought about it more and more and felt more reasonable. He nodded to the white-haired youth and said, "Try it?" Zong Jiu looked at the balloon cap that was pressed on the ground by the mad hat and clown in front of him. The hat was dark brown, and a large bunch of balloons were hooked on both sides to serve as handrails, and there was an empty space in front of it very thoughtfully. The clown is tirelessly introducing the new invention he and the Mad Hatter have joined forces with, full of energy and joy. "Look, this gorgeous color and the size of the hat are just right, just enough for a person to sit on it." Mad Hatter continued with his words, "Yes, it is an excellent aerial performance venue for magicians! Oh, don''t doubt our craftsmanship, it''s absolutely strong, there will be no problem!" This is even more reassuring! After the two of them forced a big pass, they suddenly looked over together, eyes full of expectation. "So-sit up and try!" The magician was silent for a moment, and under Zhuge''s secretly encouraging eyes, he stepped towards this freshly-produced flying tool. Try to die. ...... On the other side of the Ferris wheel, the exorcist and Azan in black were fighting hard. The exorcist is a stable master of Duanshui on weekdays, and he can''t be guilty of any side. Although the reputation has always been good, there are few friends who can make friends. Azan in Black and he are old friends who have been difficult to know for many years, but Azan in Black is cursing the team, and it is impossible for them to perform missions together as often as an ordinary team. But this time, after knowing that Azan in black was very likely to be controlled, the exorcist was still a little dubious. In fact, compared to being/manipulated, the most suspicious is Zhugean who said this. As we all know, Zhuge An¡¯s credit is in jeopardy, and whoever believes is unlucky. The trainees who have been donkeyed by him are all living examples. The exorcist doesn''t like roundabouts. Since he is suspicious, find a place to fight, and he will naturally be able to confirm his identity. No, the two of them stepped on the Ferris wheel and fought. In order to stay at the highest point, they jumped from the top of one car to the top of another car. Black Azan''s face was calm, his hand waving the spirit-bearing banners, and pieces of ghosts swept from the shadows under their feet, turning into ghosts and leaping towards the exorcist. The exorcist looked serious, took out a bottle of holy water for purification, and muttered something in his mouth. After this fight, he was 100% sure of the fact that his old friend was indeed controlled as Zhuge secretly said. But the one in front of him is still his friend, and the exorcist is completely indifferent. The other trainees watched their fight with trepidation. Seeing these two S-classes flying over the wall in the air, I felt sweaty in my heart. A little farther away, the carousel just happened to be able to see this scene on the Ferris wheel. Everyone is curious. "Isn''t the exorcist and black Azan a close friend? Why did they fight with each other?" "I''m also curious about this. When I was in a Las Vegas casino before, I watched the two of them hook up and play cards together." "Indeed, I also remember that these two big guys have a very good relationship, but now they do not look like they are joking. Forget it, no one understands the big guys." Whether to fight or not is of secondary importance. Everyone is more concerned about which S-level will be included in this special clearance task. It now appears that no.4 and no.5 are on the Ferris wheel, unless it happens to be stuck at the highest point for the last second. And the trainees who came back from the jumping machine brought back the news that Shengzi was on the top of the jumping machine. Even at the water park, there were many people who sullenly said that they saw that the ability is water control no.6 Poseidon sent himself directly to the top of the sea temple. Compared with these ruthless people, how can ordinary trainees be competitive. Many people sighed, "Well, I know that although this task sounds simple, it is still an S-class carnival. I would not join in the fun if I knew it." "Indeed, no matter how simple the task is, it has nothing to do with us." As more and more trainees rushed to the merry-go-round, a considerable number of ghosts crouched beside the merry-go-round. A grade like Lin Guoxing, it took a lot of effort to come in from the outside, let alone other people. Many people died on the road in the last hour of the Halloween event because they coveted that possibility, not to mention thanks to them. While everyone was chatting, a trainee suddenly said in surprise, "Wait, look at the sky...what is that?" "Isn''t it a hot air balloon?" A trainee who had been to the port replied, "We have seen it. All the hot air balloons have taken off long ago, and there is no one on it." "Huh? There are people on the hot air balloon." After such a mention, many people also noticed the sudden addition of people on the hot air balloon. The hooded wizard stood on the edge of the gondola, his black hair was hunting in the air and his face was pale. Dawn is about to break right now, and the night sky gradually reveals a faint whiteness, which just happens to let people catch this scene in their eyes. "Didn''t the hot air balloons all fly? Why are there people again?" "My God, isn''t that no.8 boss, how did he get up?!" "The hot air balloon is so high, is it possible that he flew up?" Before the trainee who had played on the central roulette spoke, Lin Guoxing''s eyes widened. He said blankly, "...maybe, it did fly up." "Like, uh, that." Just because there was a tree in front of the merry-go-round, now the thing in the sky finally passed through the treetops and was exposed to everyone. Two large clusters of balloons hung a dark brown hat. Because there are so many balloons, the hydrogen balloon slowly and steadily lifted into the sky with a hat, moving towards a higher place. Although the device is simple, it seems to be unexpectedly stable in the air, and is not affected by the turbulence. What surprised everyone was not the balloon hat, but the person sitting on it. The young man was sitting on his hat, holding the balloon string in both hands and holding cards between his fingers. The white hair was raised behind him, but he raised his head, his pale pink eyes were full of provocation, and he looked at the black wizard higher up. Everyone rubbed their eyes in disbelief. "Just kidding, you can take off with a balloon tied to a hat. The magician is really a magician. Put it here to make a magic!" Chapter 133: Happy Halloween Thanks to the crazy duo, the people on the beach were scared to leave. Zong Jiu walked towards the hat with a heavy heart. Behind him was the expectant look of the clown and the Mad Hatter, and Zhuge''s encouraging look made him feel a little ridiculously absurd for a while. "Wait, wait, I forgot something!" Just as Zong Jiu was about to get angry and sat down on his hat, the clown suddenly patted his head as if he was thinking of something. He took out a thin card from his clothes that didn''t have a pocket in his body like a trick, and handed it over, with a look full of expectation. "I''m in this dungeon world~ welcome to come and play with me~~~" The clown''s scarlet oil-painted mouth bends embarrassedly, and his face covered in white paint shows a horrified smile. The difference is that he is cautious and light, for fear of rejection, "Of course...you can also use this card to play with me!" "Oh, that''s right. And me, this is my copy number." Immediately afterwards, the Mad Hatter also scratched his head and handed over a exactly the same business card, "Tea parties are held here all year round. I would love to take you to **** special Bloody Mary." On the card, the cartoon clown head and the cartoon crazy hat head grinning at him. What I have to say is that the appearance of the Q version is much cuter than the deity. At the same time, Zong Jiu also received a warm reminder from the main system. [Congratulations to trainee Zongjiu for obtaining the B-level prop X2: the friendship card of the clown and the crazy hat] [Prop purpose: The copy world numbers of the two ghosts are recorded above, and they will only be delivered to their friends who agree with them from the bottom of their hearts. Trainees can use this business card to summon two ghosts to the current copy, the time limit is 30 minutes] [Prop note: If you are not very friendly with the owner of the card, it is recommended not to try it at will, because the item is only for summoning, and there is no guarantee that the summoned ghost will be willing to help obediently or screw off the user¡¯s head at the next moment. ¡¿ Good guy, this is a good thing. Zong Jiu very calmly accepted the business card, "I see, there are fun things that will call you to play." Seeing the magician accept the business card, the two of them smiled and high-five in place, and came directly to an impromptu Latin, which was mixed with "the clown also has friends", "the Mad Hatter tea party invitation has finally been sent" and so on. The fun of the Joker and the Mad Hatter is to a certain extent the same as that of Zong Jiu, and they have an extraordinary consistency on this topic. For Zong Jiu, these are just two thugs, why not do it? The surprise that the Mad Duo brought to Zong Jiu was much more than that. The white-haired young man sat on his hat with some restraint. Perhaps because of the long and slender figure, this hat almost trapped Zong Jiu''s whole person. From the outside, only the hair, a slender waist, and the lower legs hanging down from the outside can be seen. Zong Jiu tried several times but couldn''t adjust his posture, and couldn''t help but look up at the height of Mad Hatter. Well, more than two meters, it is reasonable for this hat to be so big. "This is not a big deal. After you become familiar with its height and balance, you will be able to stand on it." The clown waved his hand indifferently, and wanted to loosen his hand on the brim of the hat, "Are you ready? Let''s get ready to let go~~~" Now that there is less than 20 minutes before the park closes, Zhuge secretly gestured to him, telling Zong Jiu to hurry up and don''t delay. So Zong Jiu nodded, looking like death at home. In the next second, he was dragged into the sky by the hydrogen balloon amidst the applause of the clown and the Mad Hatter. It may be because the balloons are tied a little too much. Almost as soon as the clown let go, the hat could not wait to fly from the ground, and it rushed to a place several meters high. The speed was not slow, and it was almost the same as the speed of a hot air balloon ascending into the sky. Comparable. [Congratulations to trainee Zongjiu for obtaining D-level props: Mad Hatter Balloon] [Use of props: There is no other purpose except for flying. Fortunately, it is made by two skilled craftsmen, making it endowed with different abilities, such as maneuvering directions that ordinary hat balloons can''t do, for example, it can fly more. high¡¿ [Props note: It can only ascend to the sky and cannot fall, unless the balloon lines are cut off one by one, but if you do so, it may cause the props to become invalid, please be aware] Both business cards and hat balloons are reusable system props. Although they don''t have attack power, Zong Jiu is still very satisfied. He has a hunch that these two props may bring him unexpected surprises in the future. So Zong Jiu calmed his mind, paid attention to the direction of the balloon line and hat, and controlled his flight direction. To be honest, even if the main system stamps and certifies that this is a projectile, there will still be a strong sense of absurdity after sitting on it. Not to mention Zong Jiu, the trainees below, including the audience in the live broadcast room, were all shaken in place, watching the escaped little Disney prince start his trapeze performance. [Damn, I really want to see what the sky is like from the first point of view of a magician! ¡¿ [I also think 55555 since the magician was caught by the ghost king and somehow let go, I can¡¯t enter his live broadcast] [Hurt, who is not, I am now squatting in Zhuge''s personal live broadcast room and looking up at the sky. jpg] [Sisters upstairs, cut to the live room of Shengzi to see more clearly, because Shengzi is also standing very high! ¡¿ [Thank you, thank you, let¡¯s go! ¡¿ ...... Soon, Zong Jiu floated to the sky. Looking down on the earth from a height, you can only see the ghost fires floating below, and the flowerbeds and colored lights on the trees converge into one. In the distance, the sea is connected to the beach, and there are floating light **** on the sea. The place where the sky and the sea meet is just about to break, and the gloomy night sky is scattered by the white fish belly, and a ray of red glow is forced below. Sunrise is coming soon. The white-haired young man raised his head. A higher place, the dark wizard was standing on a hot air balloon. Beside him, another man covered in shadow was laying lazily on the edge of the hanging basket, tilting his head and squinting at him. Zong Jiu immediately showed vigilance and squeezed the playing cards in his hand. The flying device under him is too crude. If no.1 gets a bad mind and manipulates a few puppet threads in his hand to cut off his balloon line, then he will have to change from a flying little prince to a forced landing of love. However, Zong Jiu''s playing cards are not easy to provoke, and he can see the trajectory of the puppet line, and can adjust the flying direction of his hat at any time. Zong Jiu had to run into the hot air balloon. Because the special customs clearance task announced by the main system is to stand at the top of the entire amusement park, the hat balloon does not belong to the equipment and facilities of the colorful amusement park. Only hot air balloons are the facilities of the amusement park. Obviously, the devil also knew his plan. So Zong Jiu has been guarding against his sudden moves at any time. However, the demon didn''t seem to have any intention of doing it right now. The man kept this posture and smile all the time, watching the white-haired magician riding in the hat balloon, getting closer and closer, and even greeted him in a very leisurely manner. "Good morning." Zong Jiu pursed his lips and said nothing. They looked at each other in the air. From a few tens of meters to a few meters, the last is a short distance away. Still no one did it. Seeing the white-haired youth not speaking, the demon reached out his hand very simply. The hands wrapped under the long sleeves of the suit were vigorous and powerful, and a circle of blazing sunlight leaked from the fingers of the gloves. The dark golden eyes contained Ruoyouruowu''s banter, gracefully saluting in place. "I am honored to be of service to you." Zong Jiu squinted his eyes, but he didn''t mean to evade anything, but squeezed it straight up. The warm hands and cold hands clasped, even though they were separated by a thin layer of leather gloves, they still couldn''t block the body temperature that had remained unchanged for thousands of years. He grabbed the devil''s hand and pressed hard, his heel hooked on the hard edge of the gondola, and jumped into the gondola with his backhand. In just a few seconds, the jacket fluttered in the air several times. The white hair of the young man was raised in the air like seaweed, the playing cards cut through the air, and his bent knees relentlessly kicked towards the man''s chest. The demon stepped back two steps, stretched out his fingers without rushing, and fluttered to the foot that Zong Jiu kicked over, and easily stopped the latter''s next movement trend. "It''s sad." He showed a hypocritical expression, "Are you going to get to the point so soon?" Zong Jiu didn''t speak, his attack became more fierce, and his moves were fatal. At exactly this time, the main system also made an announcement. [There is still five minutes before the closing time, trainees please pay attention to the reasonable arrangement of time] Both of them moved quickly, swaying the narrow gondola extremely bumpy, almost unable to stand steady during the battle. The black wizard stood by obediently, quietly as if it didn''t exist. The devil rarely defended his return to martial arts, and no two of them went together. But this is the case with Rao, Zong Jiu and No.1''s tricks are also extremely difficult. Playing cards and puppet silk spattered shining sparks in the air. The devil did not intend to attack him head-on. Instead, it wandered around like a shadow that could not catch the corners of his clothes, sometimes appearing in the distance, sometimes with fingers covered On the back of the magician, like a hunter teasing his prey, it''s irritating. The trainees below all looked at the heights with horror. "This... did the magician fight with the dark wizard on it?" [The magician is awesome, and can play so fiercely with no.8] [The hanging basket can be hit in a small place, I''m really afraid that the balloons will be knocked out] [Too strong...Everyone knows what level no.8 is, I will kneel down for this newcomer first. jpg] Zong Jiu is totally unaware of the following discussion. The magician bends his right hand toward his wrist, and throws the playing cards out accurately. There are still three minutes left. Zong Jiu had already planned in his heart, but he was still calm on his face, moving towards the black wizard who had been standing beside him without a trace. last minute. The magician used a sliding shovel, arched his back in a beautiful arc, and dangerously avoided a puppet line that pierced from the tip of his nose, and his pupils quickly intertwined. In the shadow below him, the man''s low smile brushed his ears. The cold hand stretched out from the shadow of the hanging basket, clasped tightly on the waist of the white-haired youth. Immediately afterwards, the demon appeared from the shadows, turning away from the guest, and the puppet thread bound the magician''s hands to his back. The last playing card in Zong Jiu''s hand also flew out and pierced the thick wooden rope at the four corners of the hot air balloon. "Crunch¡ª" Accompanied by a sour cracking sound, the wooden rope broke. The gondola began to tilt uncontrollably over there. Coincidentally, the black wizard was standing in that corner, but Zong Jiu was at the highest point of the diagonal of the hanging basket. It happened to be a few centimeters higher than the black wizard. All this series of changes happened between the electric light and flint. Before the reaction, everything was settled. The main system announces the final winner. [The special clearance task has ended, the winner: A-level trainee Zong 9] [The special event Halloween Battle Royale has ended. Thanks to all the trainees for their participation. The clearance rewards will be distributed to the participants¡¯ backpacks, please check] In the moment when the mechanical sound just fell, thousands of fireworks exploded under the castle. Huge fireworks are like a blossoming kaleidoscope, illuminating the sky that seems bright and dark. The red sun rises slowly from the sea level, and each other shines. Zong Jiu was pressed heavily to the ground, and his whole body was covered by a thick shadow. He raised his head, faced the devil''s uncertain look, lifted his lips, and revealed a mocking smile. "I won." The man lowered his head, his narrow eyes narrowed dangerously. In the distance, fireworks bloomed, and different colors were projected onto the magician''s face across the sky, cutting out a dreamlike light and shadow. Just behind a layer of cloth, there is another completely different temperature. The bones creaked and the blood was boiling. The two pairs of eyes have the same coldness, the same cynicism, and the same war intent, and the light of each opponent. That feeling came again. The devil rubbed the young man''s lips, pressed his lips and abdomen until they were gorgeous and congested, revealing a sense of lewdness for no reason. The dark fire ignited from the cold golden eye pupils, fainted a cloud of ink that was too thick to see clearly, and then became sharp, and it fell into the eyes of another bystander with a panic. Zong Jiu frowned, subconsciously wanting to kick it over. However, he just had a tendency to move, and he was held firmly again, like an innocent lamb tied to an altar and dedicated to the devil of the abyss, unable to struggle. "You did win." The man''s voice was hoarse, and his usual casual tone was dangerously aggressive. "But taking things from the devil... there is a price to pay." The pale pink pupils of the white-haired youth suddenly widened. A faint mouth of blood suddenly appeared on his beautiful neck, like a mark branded by the devil for his treasure. The devil propped up his upper body, looked at him condescendingly, his fingers slowly wiped the blood on his lips to the tip of his tongue, and squinted his eyes like intoxication, as if tasting a bottle of old and fragrant red wine. No, it should be said that it was more sweet and mellow than any bottle of wine he had ever drunk, and it was... He was smiling but not smiling, with a sultry ending. "thanks for treatment." Behind the hot air balloon, the fireworks in the amusement park are still blooming tirelessly. The colorful fireworks kneaded all the colors into a ball, entangled fiercely under the dawn of the night. Chapter 134: Dormitory for trainees The Halloween battle royale event finally ended under the eyes of everyone. There were more than 2,000 participants. Although less than one-half of the people survived, the number is also extremely impressive. In addition to all the S-level and A-levels, most of these people also participated in the B-level. Then there are a few newcomers, and C-level senior trainees who follow the organization to act together. Level C was originally the weakest among the elderly, but compared with other newcomers, they are organized and have props, so they will help when they catch up with the organization and act together. So many people have obtained the A-level blind box, which makes many trainees who dare not participate in special activities envy. Among them, there are many courageous newcomers who have emerged in this event one after another, flying upwards like a rocket. Those who dare not participate are almost all newcomers who don''t have the ability to protect themselves and don''t know how to group together. Unfortunately, no matter how envious it is, it is useless. The world of infinite loops is like this. Only by giving can gain. The next is a few joys and a few sorrows. After all, it¡¯s a blind box, and everything opened out of the blind box is random. It is possible to open items of the same level, it is also possible to open items of a lower level, it is also possible to open up to survival points, or various weird rewards. Strange rewards refer to: upgrade one level, this Zong Jiu has been drawn; get the permanent use right of the high-level trainee dormitory, generally the dormitory configuration that draws this reward is on the same level as the S-level; permanent free treatment rights, Every time you come back from the dungeon world, you don''t need to pay another five hundred survival points... wait, wait, it''s all sorts of things. Of course, the proportion of weird rewards is still not large, the most likely to be drawn out is survival points, the next is the lower level of rewards, and the most difficult to draw out is the same level of item rewards. For example, in the A-level blind box, the possibility of extracting a B-level item from it is very high, and the possibility of extracting the same A-level item is very small. To put it bluntly, blind box drawing is the same as gambling. So after the blind box awards were issued, many trainees went to the indoor city on the first floor of the trainee dormitory to burn incense and worship Buddha. Fortunately, the internal facilities of the trainee dormitory are extremely complete. Regardless of what religion they believe, they can find their own church/temple/taoism in the religious area on the first floor. After burning the incense and worshiping the Buddha, it is time to rub your hands and prepare to draw the blind box. Some people are ecstatic, soaring into the sky; naturally, there are others who are unremarkable, better than nothing; others beat their chests and feet, and die with anger. Like the recognized Dafei Chieftain Royal Gate, what is drawn out this time is a permanent use right no less than no.1 luxury housing. Fortunately, he is an S-level, not only has a good mentality, but also has a rich family background. He has not much expectation for an A-level blind box. Instead, he said bitterly: "I have been promoted to the room once, and I will be promoted again. The main system has to add another layer to the top of the entire trainee dormitory for me." But these are secondary, the most important is the discussion after the Halloween event. The exorcist confirmed the fact that Azan in black was controlled, and Fan Zhuo also released a heavy control. Zong Jiu used Tarot cards to confirm that three of the nine S-ranks now cannot be saved, excluding no.1 himself. However, after the Halloween event, no.6 Poseidon also sent bad news, it is said that there are signs of control. So now, trainees who are not under control need to have a meeting. After the Halloween event, all participating S-levels arrived at the quiet room of the top bar on time. It is still seven o''clock in the morning, but no one wants to delay time in the face of such a major event. Earlier, not all S-levels knew about demon abilities, as long as a few people, such as the leader of the night clan and Zhuge An. But Zhuge secretly knew the most complete, and Fan Zhuo was just trying to catch the wind, knowing only the part. Even the Ye Clan who is recognized as the first organization in the infinite loop is like this, not to mention the two free men, the exorcist and the onmyoji. Although it is more free not to join forces, but in the end, it is still far behind the powerful trainees in intelligence work. The power of the devil is a threat to everyone. When Zhuge secretly arrived in the quiet room, there were already three other S-classes standing in the quiet room, and only the magician was not present. After seeing him come in, the night clan leader''s eyes sank, and he cut directly into the topic. "Has the ability of no.1 been enhanced?" "Yes." Zhuge''s secret answer was not at all muddle-headed. Hearing that, both the exorcist and the earth imperial gate are frowning. Ability can actually increase, it is simply unheard of. Generally speaking, the ability of a capable person is fixed at the moment of acquisition. For example, Vandro''s vampire bloodline cannot be changed or refined, and Poseidon''s water control ability cannot be improved. In the final analysis, it was because of the loss of the way to ascend. Prior to this, the devil had indeed shown his ability to control the puppet with the puppet line, but he had never reached such a state of defense. At least in the eyes of the exorcist, the black Azan was completely controlled, which is already a very incredible thing, let alone the black wizard and the holy child. "The enhancement is not so enhanced, is it possible that there is no flaw in that person''s ability? This is a total of four S-levels! Four!" There is no doubt about the ability of an S-class. It can stand to the top of the tens of thousands of people at the beginning. It is itself a symbol of the strength of the entire infinite loop. How can the existence of the pinch of the pyramid be so easy and simple? Be controlled? Under the gaze of other people, Zhuge said dimly, "He made a deal with the main system to fill in the loopholes in his ability." For example, in the original, the number of people controlled by no.1 was limited. But after finishing the transaction with the main system, this restriction seems to disappear. Another example is the original devil''s puppet line can never be penetrated by just touching... All of this originated from that unknown transaction. The exorcist''s brows have become Chuan, "What is the content of that transaction?" Zhuge hesitated and shook his head, "I don''t know, but from the current point of view, it is his action to control all S-levels." Since controlling all S-levels is action, the purpose is obvious. Tu Yumen frowned, "All-purpose wish ticket?" The universal wishing ticket is a reward awarded by the main system to the C-thriller trainee, but now, the collaborators of the main system want to seize this universal wishing ticket. All the S-classes present felt an unusual atmosphere of conspiracy that was about to come. "What about the magician?" Fan Zhuo, who remained silent after asking the first sentence, spoke again, "What role does he play in this?" "Prophecy, the prophecy of Guiguzi. I am a disciple of Guiguzi." Zhuge lowered his eyebrows and looked at his crossed hands, "He is the savior." There was dead silence in the room. Naturally, those present at the scene of Guiguzi''s prophecy have never heard of it, but everyone listened to it, and they did not expect it to happen. It is also until now that Zhuge secretly disclosed his identity, and everyone knew that even a large organization could not investigate the ins and outs. It was like Lao Yinbi who suddenly appeared in an infinite loop one day, turned out to be a disciple of Guiguzi. The predictable things are beyond everyone''s expectations. Except for Fan Zhuo. He remembered that in the copy of the first middle school, Zong Jiu asked him specifically what Guiguzi had predicted, and a flash of darkness flashed through his dark red eyes. After a long time, the exorcist thought and spoke. "We have already understood the general situation. Now that the balance has been broken, we will naturally not sit still." Zhuge knows the unfinished meaning behind the words of no.4 secretly. This level of negotiation can''t make him frown, but he patted his clothes very calmly: "How to prove it is his business, whether you decide to listen or help is your business, everything has nothing to do with me." In this relatively silent environment, the white-haired youth walked in. His look is not very good-looking, not only is his clothes a little messy, but I don''t know why he has a loose collar around his neck, which looks very strange. But no one in the quiet room had their eyes on his collar at this moment. Zong Jiuyi came in and greeted the sight of the four S-classes. He paused for a moment before speaking, "No.6 is controlled." The expected answer only requires a confirmation. The expressions of everyone did not change, so Zong Jiu continued. "I declared war on no.1." In the sky just an hour ago, he had a hearty fight with the devil. As a result of the bet, Zong Jiu won, but he was also bitten on the neck by No.1. After biting out the blood, the despicable and shameless instructor also used the authority to prevent him from recovering with one key from the main system. At least it would have to wait three days. The magician was taken aback at the time and was directly angry. Instead, it was the devil himself, lowered his head and asked him, with a playful tone, "So, this is the answer you gave me?" Zong Jiu sneered, "I thought you knew my answer when I unplugged the thread on the head of No.2." Yes, that is indeed the best way to declare war. The man''s cold fingers slipped from the tall nose of the young man to his chin, his tone full of regret, "It''s a pity." "Obviously we are so in sync, but you choose to run counter to me." His deep gaze fell on the bloodstain on the young man''s slender neck, and he licked his lips. While a little thirsty, he smiled dangerously and ambiguously. The sticky killing intent burst out quietly. This killing intent was completely different from when Las Vegas sent flowers. At that time, the killing intention was cold, like a knife cutting the heart, making people full of pressure and sweating, and there was nowhere to hide. Now the killing intent is sticky, as if under this flimsy killing intent, there is still something unknown, like a wild weed''s desire/hope. For the time being, the devil couldn''t figure out what this desire is more urgent than the killing intent, but he has always been a guy willing to obey his own desires/hopes. There will always be a day to figure it out. The man lowered his head and stared closely at the beautiful pale pink eyes, the dark fire burning in the golden interweaving. Cold fingers greedily swept across the tight waistline of the young man, and the same blood and flames were boiling under the two completely different bodies. "Then, starting from today, please give me some advice." His tone was brisk, and his voice pressed between his lips and teeth was low, "My dearest...mortal enemy." Chapter 135: Dormitory for trainees Declared war with no.1? The expressions of everyone present became serious. This is not a trivial matter. It is not even the biggest thing of the moment. According to the current situation, declaring war with No. 1 is still very risky. Fortunately, the four S-levels are not incompetent, even if they are jealous, they will not have the insurmountable fear of the devil like other ordinary trainees. On the contrary, it was Zong Jiu who walked straight to the side seat and sat down, lowering his eyebrows, not knowing what he was thinking. According to his vision, the delay in not declaring war is to buy time in the final analysis. But since war is declared, the next time we meet, it will be an endless relationship. No. 1 didn''t even look at him when he was a copy of the mental hospital. It was not until Zong Jiu secretly calculated him that the devil noticed this unique newcomer. Immediately afterwards, there was the Las Vegas Casino. After successfully calculating behind the devil, Zong Jiu also enjoyed the real killing intent. But after the copy of the deserted village, the devil''s attitude towards him has changed three hundred and sixty degrees. In the copy of No.1 Middle School, Zong Jiu got the answer, the attitude change comes from the attraction of the same kind. However, he lightly rejected the invitation of no.1 during the Halloween event and expressed his position. Next, the relationship between them should be restored to before the deserted village dungeon. But I don''t know why, Zong Jiu keenly noticed something wrong. It seemed that something was brewing and changing between them, just like some kind of extremely difficult chemical experiment, which suddenly collided and produced intense light and heat. Stars are formed, black holes collapse, and planets are forced to change their orbits and orientations. What''s more frightening is that this attraction is mutual, just like between a star and a star, a constant mass will always produce a gravitational force on the same constant mass. Just like them, the destined foe and the destined foe are tit-for-tat, fighting incessantly before the end of the world. Zong Jiu didn''t understand what it was, only his boiling blood and creaking feelings of trying to strangle the other party were about to move. Except for the devil, no one can tear his indifferent skin so easily. While Zong Jiu was meditating, the exorcist and Tu Yumen looked at each other, as if they had reached an agreement. Suddenly he got up, walked to the side of the quiet room, and walked to a smoker made of pure gold, slowly took out an iron box from his pocket, cut a cigar with a cigar cutter, muttered an obscure exorcism spell, and put it at his fingertips. Light it up, leaning over to take a deep breath. The taste of cigar is very bitter, first bitter and then sweet. The exorcist is obsessed with this kind of taste. He carries the cigar box with him, but usually only comes with one before the exorcism to keep his mind clear and sensitive. Unlike smoking, cigars have always been pure enjoyment. The compact smoker faithfully removes the smoke from the cigar without disturbing other people in the room. After squinting his eyes for a while, the exorcist turned around slowly and looked at the white-haired young man in a serious tone. "If it were you, what would you wish for?" coming. Zong Jiu swept his eyes, nose, nose and heart, and simply closed his eyes and thoughtful Zhuge dark, and his heart was clear. Guiguzi''s prophecy is back to prophecy, and Zongjiu has tarot cards, so it can confirm the existence of this prophecy. For other S-levels, the prophecy is more like a fairy tale, the kind that just listen to it. Although the current situation is unknown, the demons are eyeing and they are forced to become grasshoppers tied to a line, but this does not mean that these S-levels will stand in his and Zhugean''s position. Zong Jiu had to come up with convincing evidence. Therefore, the topic is back to the most commonplace. If he got the universal voucher, what wishes would he make? Too boring and too simple. Zong Jiu thought that without thinking about this question, he would have the best answer. "Wish everyone out of the infinite loop." What''s interesting is that this answer is not the true answer in Zong Jiu''s heart, but rather he has reached a series of follow-up reactions in order to mobilize everyone''s atmosphere, unintentionally cheering. For example, Zhuge''s dark attitude changes, such as easily reaping the newcomer''s conviction in the deserted village copy. Everything is based on what he said. Everyone seemed very sure that he would do it like the words. After all, everyone else considers themselves the first to make a wish, and only Zong Jiu considers others when making a wish. However, Zong Jiu was also not sure what kind of wish he regretted after receiving the voucher. Because he didn''t have anything special, and he didn''t have to make a wish. But now he wants to understand that as long as the devil can be eaten by the devil, that is his wish. The devil couldn''t get the voucher, he was happy. So it doesn''t matter what you wish, the important thing is to get a wish ticket. After he said this, the quiet room was silent for a long time, and then the exorcist sighed heavily. "Okay, this has to do with you." ...... After pulling the man on the thief ship, the next thing is easy. Strategy planning has always been Zhuge An''s expertise. After all, other people don''t need to cooperate with anything, just make sure that they are not controlled, and then when the final battle arrives, they can choose to stand by their side. "The difficulty of the next group copy should be S grade." He threw down deep water bombs/bombs without changing his face, "The dungeon after the group dungeon should be Super S grade difficulty." Super S-class copy! Several other S Grades showed solemn expressions. Even they have never had the experience of entering a Super S Grade dungeon, but everyone knows that the Super S Grade dungeon is not only one level higher than the originally difficult S Grade dungeon, and it can¡¯t even be used. Any special props. It is equivalent to throwing the S-class in, not much noble than the F-class. Zhuge An didn''t care about the expressions on their faces, but went down and said, "After the Super S dungeon, now the number of people can almost reach the range that the main system wants." Indeed, it is so difficult to survive a Super S Grade dungeon, everyone knows it well. Now there are four thousand trainees in total, one S-level dungeon can definitely get half, and then the next super S-level dungeon... even S-level has no idea about the super S-level dungeon, let alone Other levels too. The worst possibility is that after returning from the Super S Grade dungeon, the trainees standing in the trainee hall are exactly the one hundred people the main system hopes for, or a little bit more than one hundred. "Since the last 100 people have confirmed, the next step is the final decisive battle within the S-Class." Yes, the number of people who can survive is set, and the next step is the final battle. What to decide is self-evident, naturally it is to fight for the throne of no.1, decide who will make a debut in c and who can get the universal wish ticket. Zhuge An''s meaning is very clear, as long as the S rank can survive in the next instance, and in the final battle, the candidate of the c will not fall into the hands of the demon and his puppet. No.1 and the main system of the transaction content is not known, but since the goal is determined to be a universal wishing ticket, everyone will not be so stupid to hand over. "Besides, Magician, you need to reach the S-level as soon as possible." Zong Jiu nodded without dismissal. He hadn''t paid much attention to this level before, otherwise he wouldn''t kill the npc, and even eagerly tried to punish the instance. But if you don''t reach the S-level as soon as possible, you won''t be able to get the tickets for the final battle. It''s better to be cautious when you want to come to the next copy. "Next is the group grouping of the next dungeon...cough cough cough." At this point, the black-haired man suddenly raised his fist and coughed on his lips. The exorcist looked at him in surprise, "Are you allergic to smoke?" As he said, he immediately extinguished the cigar on his hand and adjusted the function of the smoker to the maximum. Although the smoker can absorb most of the smoke, after all, indoors, you will always be able to smell the bitter taste of cigars more or less. "One thing, I have to go to the bathroom." Zhuge frowned secretly, got up from the sofa with his fists clenched, and walked toward the quiet room with his back straight. The conversation was suddenly interrupted, and the exorcist said aloud apologetic. Without looking back, the black-haired man waved his hand indifferently and closed the door. The quiet room fell into silence again. Tu Yumen walked to the window, turned on the air purifier, and swept away the remaining smoke in the room. The exorcist whisperedly wrapped the unfinished cigar in frosted tin foil and threw it into the trash can. Van Zhuo stood upright in front of the painting on the wall of the quiet room, and then slowly turned around after a long time, "You bleed." Zong Jiu, who was being watched by him, was taken aback, looked at his neck subconsciously, and stopped short of his words. Yes, this is not only the big brother of the original owner, but also the leader of the night clan, a genuine four-generation vampire. Even if due to the limitations of the main system, the power is suppressed to a value that does not exceed the peak of humanity, it is not comparable to ordinary people. It''s just a mere bleed. Isn''t this the vampire''s way of doing it? Zong Jiu downplayed, "It''s okay, it''s just a bite by a dog, it''s not in the way." dog? The dogs with the smallest Halloween activities seem to be hellhounds, and every bite is cut at the waist. Although other people wondered why they didn''t let the main system recover directly after a bite, the problem involved privacy, and their relationship was not close enough to ask casually, so they didn''t follow up. The leader of a large organization present, the two Duan Shui masters, are both old fried dough sticks, and they are naturally not leaking in dealing with others and observing their words and opinions. no.2 looked away from the white-haired young man''s collar, his voice was cold, and dropped a message, "He also bleeds." he? The remaining three people looked at each other. Fan Zhuo''s words are concise and concise, "no.3." Zong Jiu realized something and stood up from his seat with a sigh, "Slightly missed." He walked out of the quiet room and chased in the direction where Zhuge An had just left. On the contrary, the exorcist was quite puzzled, "What''s the matter, these years only need to give 500 survival points, and even cancer amputation can be recovered with one key. I didn''t expect that one injured would not recover, and there would be a second one?" This is not wrong, as long as you don''t die in the dungeon world, the main system can really cure any disease. Even if he was inhaled by a vampire in the first second and was about to suffer a cardiac arrest, the next second he would be ruddy and jump on the spot. So, what''s the matter with these two people? Chapter 136: Dormitory for trainees Zong Jiu kicked open the bathroom door. Not far away, Zhuge was standing in front of the sink, his right hand hanging under the faucet. "Wow!" The flowing cold water washed away the faint scarlet blood on his palm and entangled it into the sewer. His black hair was hanging down, and strands of overly long forehead were wetly attached to his face, which further lined the sword eyebrows and the stars, with a deep outline. The cold water made his normally indifferent black eyes deeper, making people unable to detect any thoughts. "Are you injured?" Zong Jiu went straight in. Zhuge didn''t speak secretly, his lips tightened, and after turning off the faucet, he pulled out a piece of facial tissue and slowly wiped his water-soaked fingers. Zong Jiu frowned, he walked quickly and slapped Zhuge An''s head with a slap. Very good, empty. The man lifted his eyes and looked at the white-haired young man in the mirror. "Small injuries, don''t get in the way." He downplayed, sounding like a cold spring. "The wound that the main system can''t heal, you tell me it is a small wound?" Zong Jiu sneered, and directly grabbed Zhuge An''s wrist, his eyes fierce. This guy with infinite loops and invincible hands is really thin and thin. When he wears clothes, he can see a large amount of wind on the cuffs. The black robe embroidered with flying clouds and flow patterns draws out a pine and cypress-like back. , The end is the bones of the fairy wind, the style is outstanding. But you have to wait until you really grasp the wrist to feel the other person''s thinness. She was so thin that she had only bones covered in skin. Perhaps out of reason, Zhuge An didn''t stop his movements, but lowered his eyes and looked at the hand of the white-haired young man on his wrist with an unclear expression. The magician raised his eyebrows, "Do you really think I don''t know?" Other S-classes may feel that Zhuge has vast powers in the dark, has his own way, and knows more clues than others. After all, Zhuge An was not the first time to surprise others. He was cursing the mask copy, and the surprise he gave others was equivalent to fright. Only Zong Jiu knew that there was a lot of advanced information that Zhuge An had obtained through day and night deduction of gossip discs and night observation of the stars. These are all things that Zhuge secretly found his dormitory twenty days ago and explained to himself. Zong Jiu made a special calculation in the bathroom, and found that what this person said was true, absolutely no falsehood, and very sincere. Perhaps it was the consequence of that conversation that made Zhuge secretly realize that he and the devil could never be the same person. Perhaps it was the reason why other Zongjiu hadn''t noticed it. In short, if intelligence and information came to the door, who would refuse? "All prophecies have a price, you know so clearly, how much has been paid?" Zhuge took out his hand slowly, "I said it, it''s just a minor injury." "Every next step requires strict calculation. If you take a wrong step, it may be an abyss." "This is the situation that the teacher has worked hard for, and has been looking forward to for many years. Now that big things are about to happen, how can I not be in a hurry?" As if responding to his words, the Tai Chi Bagua plate that Zhuge secretly placed on the sink glowed faintly. Zong Jiu''s gaze swept across this thin hexagram, noncommittal, "The value of your life is much more meaningful than you have worked hard to calculate the future overdrawn life, and your brain is better than anything else." Having said that, Zhuge secretly glanced at him deeply, "I have a sense of measure." "My mission is to assist you. Until you achieve your goals, I will be fine." "That''s best." The magician shrugged. Zhuge did not answer his words secretly, and threw the tissues into the trash basket, "Let''s go and discuss the rest." When he passed by with Zong Jiu, he paused, and took a rant that he could barely hear. "Thank you for your concern, I received it with kindness." ...... In the next ten days until the next dungeon was opened, the trainee dormitory was quite quiet. Zong Jiu opened an S-grade prop from the S-grade blind box. The appearance of this prop is a pale gold earring with a ring and a vertical line. In fact, when held in your hand, it immediately turns into a...crowbar. Zong Jiu:? ? ? A crowbar, and you can''t shoot bullets at the end, why are you an S-level prop! [Congratulations to trainee Zongjiu for obtaining the S-level props: Physics Sword] [Prop purpose: This is a weapon that will never be broken, and is equally effective for supernatural and non-supernatural beings. It can even easily break the steel bar with a hook. It is made of unknown materials and has a hardness of max.] [Props note: Compared with power, the lucky value it adds to the user seems to be more final. There was once a well-known senior who used this crowbar to single-handedly pass the horror copy without injury, which created its prestige. It is said that as long as holding it, you can have the courage to be in the land of no one. . Just like gaining the heaven and slaying the dragon to win the world, everyone cares more about the world. Who cares about the power of the heaven and slaying the dragon? ¡¿ Zong Jiu: "..." He recalled the Caligula Demon Sword of no.2, the Tai Chi gossip plate of no.3, and the Ten Thousand Ghosts and Soul Banners of no.5. Look at the Holy Sword of Physics in your hand. Well, anyhow, it is a scarce offensive S-level item. Compared with the tarot cards that can only be used for prediction, I don''t know how reliable it is. Zong Jiu comforted himself so, went to the bathroom and put the earrings on himself. As the main system said, the Holy Sword of Physics is made of unknown materials, and it feels comfortable to hold in the hand. Whether it¡¯s an earring or a crowbar, although the volume is completely different, the quality in the hand is exactly the same, incredibly light, and feels great. Moreover, the light gold of the earrings complements the long white hair perfectly, and it does not make people feel abrupt. After thinking about this, Zong Jiu looked more satisfied. He really lacks another attack method now. He has been using poker and I am sorry for the enhanced survival points he has smashed on himself. Especially after he learned that Xu Su had opened the main system''s permanent free healing authority from the A-level blind box. "Your luck is okay, it''s almost as good as the Tuyumen." Zong Jiu was surprised. Xu Su himself squatted on the ground, his head drooping, looking discouraged. He was really upset. Originally, I wanted to use this A-level blind box to open an item reward and quickly catch up with Xu Sen''s pace. But it''s better now, even after the thrilling Halloween event, which may be dead at any time, it ends up emptying out of the bamboo basket. What is even more disturbing is that after the day of life and death, he and Xu Sen have become even more estranged. Cold, alienated, not like a friend who used to talk all the time, but more like a stranger, even when he saw it, he quickly turned aside his eyes, and the relationship fell directly to the freezing point. "Okay, don''t look like you have lost your fighting spirit. There will always be opportunities, just bad luck for a while." The white-haired young man patted him on the shoulder, "Tomorrow''s dungeon, you and I will be a team, if you get the props in the next dungeon, you will be given priority to dice." Xu Su endured and endured, and then whispered, "What about Xu Sen?" Zong Jiu replied casually: "He and Zhuge''s secret team." They have already divided the team arrangement of the group copy. In the Anti-Demon League, Zong Jiu led a team, Zhuge secretly led a team, Fan Zhuo led a team, Tu Yumen led a team, and an exorcist led a team, a total of five teams. Among them, Vandrona''s team is all from the Night Clan, so the strength naturally does not need to be said, it belongs to the strongest among the several teams. Tu Yumen and the Exorcist team are both B-level trainees and newcomers. On the contrary, Zhuge An and Zong Jiu''s team brought a lot of newcomers. This is also the optimal solution assigned after considering their abilities. "Cheer up, even if I take you, you have to figure out that the next dungeon is S-level difficulty." "S, S grade?" Xu Su couldn''t straighten his tongue. "This, this, this..." He immediately ran to Zong Jiu''s back and squeezed his shoulders flatteringly, "Brother Nine, I will cheer up immediately, and I will definitely not hold you back. So... you see if your thigh can be held by the child. a bit?" The magician smiled, "It depends on your performance." Compared with the first high school student whose dungeon was manipulated by a demon, Xu Su is obviously more of the same attributes than Sheng Yu. Zong Jiu still remembers the time when Sheng Yu stood in place and screamed while the nurse was checking pills, attracting all the attention of other people, and madly hating him. However, relying on the appearance of a newcomer, it is difficult to doubt him. Based on this alone, we can see that the devil is really boring on weekdays. He likes to use the puppet thread to manipulate all kinds of inexplicable people. Soon, the time came to the next day. In the morning, the trainees gathered in the studio on time. Sunlight is projected from the sky in the distance, across the sparkling sea level, passing through the huge Ferris wheel and castle spires in the colorful amusement park in the distance, penetrating into the transparent curtain wall of the studio hall, and coating the scarlet carpet. A layer of golden light. [The time has come, the studio hall has been closed] This time, after the icy voice of the main system landed, the curtains around the studio did not follow the landing, but slowly lifted from the air, continuing to look like an inverted glass dish. [The fourth round of dungeons is a team dungeon. Trainees can form a team freely. More than ten people can count as a team. Note: The maximum number of dungeons is 30. If the number is exceeded, it will be split automatically. The remaining trainees without a team will be randomly assigned to the team] [There will be 15 minutes for the trainees to form a team, please hurry up and determine the group list] Wow The sudden decision of the main system shocked most of the trainees. In addition to S-level, there is also A-level who already knows the team dungeon. No other trainees know that the next dungeon is actually a team dungeon. The two Xu Su, who had been grouped in advance, only now know why those big guys want to group them. The trainees who had been divided into groups gathered together in silence. The other trainees who didn''t form a team all turned around in place like a headless fly, and they talked to each other. Except for those seniors who were set up early, or who were originally members of a large organization, the newcomers dare not go up the steps to ask the big guys if they can accept people, and only dare to team up with trainees of the same level. Xu Su walked from the C-level steps to the A-level, not knowing how many envy, jealousy eyes he had gained along the way. The next dungeon is an S-level dungeon, and the team mode also determines that newcomers can''t easily hold seniors'' thighs. Just imagine, how could a team of twenty people, all of D-level trainees, survive in an S-level instance where even A-level trainees might be destroyed? Without the random allocation of the main system, and without the difficulty setting for the strength of the trainees, throwing these low-level trainees to the high-level dungeon is tantamount to death. Low-level trainees have only two ways to survive, either, like Zong Jiu, quickly accumulate strength in the previous dungeon, reaching a height that is not inferior to seniors. Either like Xu Su, hug a potential stock or directly hug the thighs of seniors and join their team. The horror trainees were halfway through the competition, and it was not that there were no bright newcomers. Several of them also received invitations from the Witch Club or the Temple and succeeded in reaching the top. There are also newcomers who have very good personalities, can speak well, and are not capable of pulling the hips, but have made a lot of friends, thus mixing with the senior trainee team. This game has always been cruel, especially after halfway through the schedule, leaving enough room for newcomers to develop, and now finally began the **** elimination road. Chapter 137: Dormitory for trainees For the trainees who didn''t know in advance that the next dungeon was a team dungeon, the 15-minute team time was too short and too short, so short and fleeting, there was no time to find the right teammate. The main system here can also be considered as a test of the communicative ability of the trainees. The more new trainees are in this place, the more they expose their shortcomings and do not understand teamwork. Many new trainees brave the courage to go to the top to ask if the teams that are not full are still recruiting. Like Zong Jiu, almost each of their five teams had one or two fewer people, not all of them made up 30 people. Seeing someone ask questions, many newcomers who want to look for opportunities can''t sit still. This is a matter of life and death. It is not a matter of life. Why is it more important to lose face and sullen your breath? Unfortunately, they accompanied the smiling faces to the upper team to ask, but most of what they got was a ruthless and ruthless rejection. Like the Night Clan team led by Fan Zhuo, although there are nearly 30 people in the team, everyone has a very clear division of labor. There are strict regulations on who is responsible for what. The Ye Clan''s strength is good, but it is also notorious for not raising idlers. Survivors who have not contributed to the organization, even if they gain the ability of a half-vampire, cannot stay in the night clan. The abilities of these newcomers are there, and the xinxing can be seen from the glib tongue. With them, they can''t make contributions and can only drag their feet. High-level trainees are used to flattery, and no one will be willing to separate the power of the team to protect these charming newcomers. Except for the temple. The temple is almost responsive, and the first newcomers who applied to join their team have been accepted, including the team led by Messiah himself. "Sorry, our team is full." The too enthusiastic newcomers surrounded the area of ??the temple, and many high-level temple officials could only wave their hands apologetically. In addition to the team of the temple, the team of Zongjiu is the most popular. But he also has no interest in helping newcomers, especially newcomers who come for the purpose of showing "I want to hold your thigh". When even the rejected newcomers are angry, "Damn, what kind of pretence you are, you are a newcomer who has been promoted, and now you are at the A level and start pretending to be a big boss." "That''s right, it''s the same as two to five or eighty thousand, and it''s a person who has forgotten at first sight." "I was not an E-level rookie at the beginning... I don¡¯t know how he has such a good relationship with the other S-levels. All the dungeons are taken care of by the S-level, can the score be high? " After being rejected by the magician, the jealousy of these newcomers broke out uniformly. In their eyes, Zong Jiu''s level when entering the game was not much higher than them, or even lower. But along the way, he was appreciated by his instructor in the casino. The original saying was "in order to reward beauty and courage", and he received a five-thousand-chip start-up fund directly from the croupier. Not to mention that no.1 gave flowers to the public. Later, the deserted village copy was escorted by no.3. Before the king game, he received an invitation from the night clan. The copy of the first middle school is said to be willing to follow his plan and suggestions. Ironically, when Zong Jiu entered the game, those who were more malicious towards him were the lower-level seniors who didn''t want to be squeezed out, and among them, they concentrated on the C-level. Now, after he showed sufficient strength, brain and social skills, the senior trainees who had been watching coldly accepted his existence first, and every organization showed friendly intentions to him, even if they could not recruit, they would form a good relationship. It''s also good. Comparing the two, on the contrary, the newcomers who were at the same level at the beginning are more and more dissatisfied with him. Zong Jiu never cared what they thought, but Xu Su once complained to him very uncomfortably, saying that all the low-level trainees didn''t know how to work hard, and they knew they were always envious of others. The current situation of low-level trainees is that they have no strength and no courage. Once someone emerges from their ranks, there will always be a bunch of improper trainees rushing up, and death will also pull the emergent person back into the quagmire. Even Xu Su belonged to the traitor with the magician''s thigh in their eyes, and kept pointing at the back. "Leave these people alone, be yourself." Zong Jiu waved his hand indifferently, with a cold tone. To criticize this kind of thing, whether it is his previous life or after he wears a book, he has never lacked it. If Zong Jiu cared about these and tied his hands and feet, then he wouldn''t be able to reach this point. However, not all newcomers are useless. A newcomer who applied to join their team caught Zong Jiu''s attention. "Don''t rush to reject me first." This man of science and engineering in a T-shirt helped his glasses and suddenly took them off his face. "Because I have a special ability." The next moment, everyone saw the eyes behind his glasses. Those were not ordinary humans'' black and white pupils, but a pair of extremely dark eyes, and even a layer of dark and unclear light floated faintly above it, which was very strange. Anthony, who was standing behind Zong Jiu, exclaimed, "Yin and Yang eyes?!" That''s right, as the second senior of the Night Clan, Anthony did not lead the team by himself, nor did he join Van Zhuo''s team. Instead, he followed the Magician''s team and condescended to be a subordinate. The current Anthony is not the original Anthony who troubled Zong Jiu when he didn''t agree with each other in the casino and the deserted village copy. After experiencing the reminiscence of his immediate boss and Zong Jiu, and after experiencing the strength of the magician sitting on a rocket to the A-level, he is now able to be a quiet vampire subordinate without changing his face and heartbeat. Little did he know that Anthony was shocked in his heart now. The yin and yang eye is a famous special ability in the infinite loop. The most famous yin and yang eye is the enhanced ability in the S-level Guanluoyin dungeon. Although other instances have it, the activated yin and yang eye is not as strong as that in the dungeon. Once in an infinite loop, a survivor obtained this top yin and yang eye ability in the dungeon of Guanluoyin. It''s a pity that he fell into a copy later, and since then there is no record of the top Yin Yang Eye. In addition, there are many holders of ordinary yin and yang eyes. The abilities of the Yin-Yang Eye are somewhat similar to that of the psychic. The difference is that the psychic cannot see the existence of the spirits, but the Yin-Yang eye can. Being able to see the spirit body, being able to restrain the spirit body, and even see through the origin of the spirit body at a glance, this is the greatest advantage of this ability. It can provide information that psychics cannot provide, and there is no need to worry about psychics being eaten by evil spirits or occupying their bodies. But compared to psychics, Yin Yang Eye''s offensive ability will be more inferior. We must know that the attacking ability of the psychic is already very poor, and the Yin and Yang eyes are even worse, which almost means infinitely close to zero. So instead of saying that psychics are capable of being smashed only by large organizations, it is better to say that the eyes of yin and yang are the symbols of large organizations. The Ye Clan raises a yin and yang eye owner. So Anthony has some understanding of this special ability. It can make the whole eyes show a deep black color, which is absolutely impossible for ordinary yin and yang eyes! "Yes." The C-level newcomer put on his glasses again and said sternly, "My family is the famous ghost hunter family in Xiangjiang in the real ancestors, and this is also the inherited Yin and Yang eyes." The newcomer said that he was called Zhong Yiyuan, and he had the power of Yin and Yang eyes long before he entered the infinite loop. Therefore, he did not spend extra survival points to purchase any props for himself, nor did he perform other expensive physical enhancements, but chose to directly increase his Yin and Yang eyes. I don''t know if his ability was brought from the real world. It stands to reason that this type of ability can only be obtained from the copy even if it is increased, but he can directly choose to strengthen it from the main system. In this way, the reason why he was obviously holding the treasure but unable to improve his evaluation quickly also came out. Anthony lowered his voice: "Yin-Yang Eye has almost no offensive ability. It must be activated with other trainees with offensive ability." This is equivalent to having a pair of yin and yang eyes without the cooperation of a high-strength partner. It''s like guarding a mine without a shovel. Speaking of this, Anthony''s tone is a bit sour. The Yin and Yang eyes of their Ye Clan were still led by a high-level team, deliberately escorting the ability of that instance to get him back. As a result, the magician''s side was better. Just putting the sign off, there would be Yin-Yang Eyes automatically coming to the door, and it was also the Yin-Yang Eyes brought by the real world. If this news spreads out, other big organizations will not be able to steal their heads. The Partial Magician still doesn¡¯t know the preciousness of Yin and Yang, but he nodded his head indifferently, "Okay, you are allowed to join the team. But let me make it clear first. My team does not raise idlers. You will definitely have to come in. Show the value you deserve." Zhong Yiyuan: "Good." At this time, Zong Jiu''s team successfully assembled thirty people. Soon, fifteen minutes came. [Fifteen minutes have come, stop teaming up] [Please select a team leader for each group, and finally confirm the number of the team, and submit it to the main system] Zong Jiu is naturally the undoubted captain. After he confirmed the number and content of the team submitted, the main system opened a space door next to their team. The inside of the space door was so dark that nothing could be seen, only the dark purple border gleamed with an unknown color. "Are you all ready?" Zong Jiu looked back at the team behind him. "All ready!" everyone replied in unison. "Okay, then let''s set off¡ª?" The white-haired magician was planning to take someone into the dungeon. Unexpectedly, the black-haired man led the team with wind in his robes and slammed into the space door behind him. Zong Jiu:? ? ? Everyone:? ? ? Xu Su immediately reacted, "You went wrong and went wrong, your space door is over there!" The two teams are standing on the same platform, and the space doors are open very close. If they didn''t open one first and then the other, I''m afraid it would really make a mistake. No, Zhuge made a mistake secretly. "what?" The trainee who followed Zhuge secretly stopped immediately. He hesitated to look at the half of the team that had already entered the space gate in front, with a look of confusion, "What to do, but our captain and them have already entered." "It''s okay." Zong Jiu glanced at the backs of those people who disappeared into the purple space gate, and said in deep thought, "You follow them, it''s just that the space gate is different. We can reach the dungeon as long as we walk through your door, and it doesn''t get in the way." Chapter 138: Judgment Day After such an oolong came out, the people who had been walking in the hall stopped one after another. After the last trainee of Zhuge''s hidden team walked into the purple space door, the border of the space door flickered twice in the air, and then suddenly annihilated in a cold. The team of Domimon happened to be nearby, and Dangshi came to ask about the situation. Zong Jiu: "The space doors of our two teams are a little bit close. Maybe he didn''t pay attention to one of them. He made a mistake by accident. It shouldn''t be a big problem." Tu Yumen nodded, "It should be, in fact, regardless of the number of people, the next dungeon will be S-level. Since where the difficulty lies, it will naturally be the same for all players. Indeed, the difficulty will not change even if the scene is changed. After thinking about this, everyone no longer clings to the wrong door. They turned around to greet the trainees in their team, and disappeared inside the space door. But according to Zhugean''s cautious, one-step-three-calculation character, is it really possible to misunderstand such a trivial matter? A bad premonition faintly appeared in Zong Jiu''s heart. However, the tight time now does not allow him to think more. Under the cold urging of the main system, he led the team and walked into the space door that should have belonged to Zhuge''s dark team. The edge of this space door is dark gold, I don''t know why, it is easy to remind people of no.1''s eyes. The white-haired magician raised his eyes to take a look, and stepped into the darkness inside the space door without hesitation. ...... [Detection of trainees entering the space gate, space transfer begins...] [The pre-story is loading...] The overwhelming sense of weightlessness. He is falling. Unlike the previous space transfer, this space transfer was particularly bumpy. It''s not just bumps, but everything in the body has turned into a deep black. As if everything was surrounded by deep darkness and could not see the way forward, I could only hear the sound of hunting and hunting wind when he fell, and all his clothes were raised. Zong Jiu raised his head and glanced at the sky above. It stands to reason that if he encounters such a situation where he stomped on the air, Xu Su would definitely start screaming loudly for the first time. But now let alone screams, even other sounds are similar to nothing. It''s so quiet here...like he''s alone. Wouldn''t you fall to death if you fell like this? Zong Jiu swept away his forehead hair that was constantly beating in front of his eyes because of falling, and squinted his eyes to look down. Suddenly, the ink dripping from the horizontal plane to the bottom of the vessel, the condensed ink fainted in the medium, floating out flowers in full bloom, removing the endless dark color and staining it with different colors. A picture suddenly appeared in front of the magician''s eyes. The different solidified color blocks slowly began to flow. Standing on the ground with his feet, he finally had some unreal sense of steadiness. Zong Jiu didn''t act for the first time, but instead looked back around. No trace of the rest of the team was seen around, and even the solidified color blocks were slowly forming. The main system didn''t have any hints, quietly as if it didn''t exist. What''s the situation? Don¡¯t the general pre-drama trainees have to be forced to watch it? Soon, the ink-like stripes around him quickly spread out, building a street, row upon row of houses, gray telephone poles and dark weather. In the distance, the white dove swept from the ground of the square, its white wings fluttered in the sky, and flew past the gray-white clock tower of the church not far away, as if to rush to a new prayer. Zong Jiu opened his eyes wide. This scene is too familiar to him. The pedestrians coming and going around were hurrying, and everyone was wearing a trench coat with the same indifference on their faces. Just like the famous double-slit interference experiment, all the places Zong Jiu did not see were empty and collapsed. Only where his sight touches, the scene will be arranged and become the familiar appearance in his memory. He looked around at the same place, but didn''t see any special place around him, so he finally stepped away and hurried towards the gray church on the corner. After all, it is a scene built directly from memory, so this scene is too familiar to Zong Jiu, as if it was engraved in the bottom of his heart. Because he has lived here for more than ten years. Until the death of the old nun and the death of the orange cat, he lived here until he was adopted by the later magician teacher. Two roads past the corner is the school where he used to study, then there is the square, and then the old-fashioned slum buildings. The church was overstocked between the new and old buildings in the city, as if a clear line was drawn. Whether it is the poor or the rich, they are all equal before God. The door of the church was open. The iron fence is tethered to the side, and the narrow green grass and white walls complement each other. On the spire in the center stood a **** cross, which matched the unpleasant weather. Strangely, none of the believers who came and went to pray in the past are gone. It seems that when Zong Jiu stepped into this area, the sound of the street disappeared, only the bell from the height of the church rang. , One after another, one after another, heavier than one. Zong Jiu passed through the gate without changing his face. He stopped in front of the holy water basin at the door, and looked into the church. Sure enough, at the end of the rows of black seats, a white candle was burning on the altar covered with white towels. In front of the altar stood a rickety figure, wearing a black nun hat and black nun gown, who was bowing his head in prayer. The pre-story of this copy is interesting. Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes, did not speak first, and did not make any movements. Sure enough, after chanting "tell God what you want, the peace that God grants will protect your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus", the old nun slowly turned her head back. Her face was as kind as in Zong Jiu''s memory, full of folds, and her eyes were deeply sunken in the eye sockets, shining with a benevolent light. Even for Zong Jiu, more than ten years have passed since the death of the old nun, but when he really stood in front of him, he felt that time did not leave much trace. "You are here." The old nun said with a long-awaited kind smile. "Well, here I am." Zong Jiu shrugged, "Where is this? Heaven?" "heaven?" After a pause, the old nun slowly said, "Of course this is not heaven." As if she should have said these words, when the word "heaven" fell, the surrounding scene suddenly changed. As if someone was holding a colored pen to paint a different bright color on the building and the scene, all the cold and pale lines in the church came alive. The paint should be white gold, and wherever the pen nib was stained and swept, all turned into a holy color. Large clusters of lilies suddenly bloomed in the empty long-necked vase placed on the altar, and steaming unleavened bread and crimson grape juice suddenly appeared on the empty sacrament plate. Through the stained-glass windows, the grayish weather turned into the clouds, the white clouds and the blue sky, and the golden sunlight projected in from the window, sprinkled on the ground, and engraved traces of light. The dust on the rows of black benches flew up and gathered into the sky, turning into shining fine dust. The distant chants of chants sounded along with the sound of the lyre, filling this small space. In an instant, it was not an exaggerated description, but a tangible description. The whole person''s spiritual level, including the body, was cleansed, reaching a high level of inspiration that ordinary people can''t reach. It''s like some kind of mysterious and mysterious high-dimensional existence, pouring higher consciousness down, and it''s refreshing. The messy things that shouldn''t exist in heaven quietly faded away. The unreasonable things became reasonable, and all the shadows reflected by all the objects disappeared. When everything was stained with this layer of filter, the old nun smiled, "This is just an ordinary city." "Remember what I said to you?" "remember." Even though he knew that this was just an illusion, Zong Jiu still said calmly: "Respond to the expectations of others, and never let your desires control your thinking." "Very good, you remember." The expression of approval on the nun''s face grew stronger and stronger. She seemed to mutter to herself: "Judgment day is seven days later, you should go." "I will wait for you here. I hope you have returned to the earth by then and made a choice." "correct." Having said this, the old nun suddenly turned around, clenched her fists like she did when she was a child, and motioned for Zong Jiu to stretch out her hand. The white-haired young man paused and stretched out his hand. The old man''s big, withered hand opened it lightly, and what fell from the palm of his hand hit the young man''s hand accurately. It was cold, light and fluttering, and even twisted the palm of the latter''s palm. [Congratulations to the trainees for obtaining the B-level props: Iluka''s silver coins] [Item use: This is an epic masterpiece of a dwarf master in a certain dungeon world, and is known as one of the seven wonders. It is said to bring unparalleled good luck to the wearer in the next ten minutes] [Props Note: This item is a consumable item, and the remaining number of uses is: 1. After the number of uses is exhausted, it will be transformed into an ordinary silver coin with only ornamental and collection value] "Praise the seven virtues." ...... When Zong Jiu received the silver coin, the voice of the main system finally sounded slowly. [The pre-story is over, the main system link is complete] [The fourth game of thriller trainees is open, currently in the team copy: Judgment Day] The surrounding scenes revolved rapidly again. Almost for a moment, Zong Jiu walked from the church to a cold room. His clothes were changed into a very ordinary blue striped white long-sleeved trousers, and a small number plate was hung on his chest. The trainees were standing around, all of them seemingly unresponsive, their expressions a bit sluggish. After the baptism of the unknown golden light, everyone felt extremely relaxed, full of unparalleled confidence, and the atmosphere was so high that it did not look like a horror copy. But obviously, everyone experiences a different pre-story. Just at this time, the main system announced the main mission of this horror copy. [The main task of this game mode is divided into two, completing one of them will be counted as clearing] [Main task 1: Experience a trial, and you can return to the dormitory at any time after the trial] [Main Mission Two: Destroy the Dungeon] Chapter 139: Judgment Day Obviously, these two main tasks brought a lot of shock to all trainees. They have never experienced a situation where the main mission is so bright that the trainee will destroy the instance. Although destroying a copy is indeed a way to allow the main system to recognize its strength, it is too difficult and can only be regarded as a tacit rule. The main system to create a dungeon of terror requires less resources, if the main task is to destroy the copy, wouldn¡¯t it be shameful? As a result, it was good now, and the destroyed copy was directly put on the table. There is no need for Zong Jiuduo to say, the trainees themselves know that there must be some hidden secrets in this. [The 360-degree panoramic camera with no dead ends in all directions has been turned on. This round of the game will only open the team camera, and the live broadcast will be carried out when the number of teams is greater than five] [The trainee has entered the live broadcast state] Four thousand trainees, 30 in a group, almost 150 teams, open the same number of live broadcast rooms. Among the survivors in the live broadcast room with a clear leader are naturally countless people flocking to it. Those low-level trainees pooled up 30 live broadcast rooms and basically no one cares about it. After the accumulation of many copies before, Zong Jiu and his team''s live broadcast room attracted a large number of viewers as soon as they opened. [Here, the live broadcast room is finally opened, I want to kill the magician! ¡¿ [Yes, they have rested for ten days after the Colorful Amusement Park, and there is no live camera in the trainee dormitory. Now my happiness is finally back! ¡¿ [Come here, sisters, I¡¯m here, let me see what scenes the magician has drawn...Huh? How bright this scene looks? Does it come with light effects? I¡¯m simply wondering. jpg] [Ahahahahaha, you must laugh at me upstairs. I just stared at the live broadcast room for a long time and couldn¡¯t think of any adjectives to describe it. Only when you add light effects, I suddenly realized that, yes, it¡¯s not just added Light effect? This is the first time I have seen a copy with a filter] All the trainees wear blue and white uniforms and stand in the monotonous room. But in the live broadcast room, you can see that outside this ceilingless room, the world is peaceful and quiet. Sunlight emerged from the blue and white clouds, and flowers were planted in the neatly stacked flowerbeds in the town. The church stands in the middle of the town, with dazzling golden light reflecting off the edge of the cross. The air was scented with soft and sticky flowers, and the waves were surging further away, and fine sand was deposited on the beach, paved a winding coastline. [This atmosphere is not like a horror dungeon... and combining the name of this dungeon with the main mission, it always feels a bit wrong] [And the trainees, what''s wrong with this, how do they look sad all by one] The trainees stood in the room, looking at each other. Zong Jiu was the first to recover. He turned his head and looked at the few people standing behind him. The first is Xu Su, staring blankly, with tears faintly hung on his face, as if he had just cried loudly. Zhong Yiyuan reacted, took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes. Many other trainees, like him, had red eyes, and even the A-level Anthony was stunned, with a slightly moved expression on his face. No one else in the room, only the sky and the monotonous walls around it can be seen. So Zong Jiu broke the silence: "What is your pre-story?" Xu Su sniffed, "I saw my mother, she, she said that she hoped I didn''t forget her, and she also said that she hoped that I would be a good person." Others nodded silently. Some said they saw their grandmother who had been dead for many years, some said they saw their best friends, and they saw their golden retriever dog in the real world. After they entered this dungeon, the memories of the real world that were deliberately obscured by the main system all exploded. No one does not exist without feelings. Since they are a member of modern civilized human society before entering the infinite cycle, they are bound to be bound. Have their own acquaintances, have their own social circle, have relatives, friends, and pets. If it weren''t for the main system to deliberately obscure this part of their memory, every night when people quietly look up at the bright moon, who can''t miss the days in the real world? Even if life is hard, when 996 is a social animal, facing a mountain of homework or work, and being scolded by the boss at the nose, it is better than entering this infinite world full of ghosts and monsters, **** and unknown. They were discussing there, but Zong Jiu didn''t have any expression on his face. Perhaps because his memory has never been blocked by the main system, or because his natural emotions are different from ordinary people, in short, he does not have the same experience and feelings as the trainees. "This is a horror copy, it''s just an environment created by the main system intercepting your memories." The white-haired young man folded his arms and poured a basin of cold water coolly. "I know, but..." Xu Su¡¯s expression became even more sad, "I just miss home. I don¡¯t know why. I never feel so sad when I think about it occasionally. But when my mother told me she was waiting for me to go back, I really ¡ª¡ª" I really want to go back alive. Obviously it was nothing but the illusion created by the main system using memory, but Xu Su was clearly terrifying in his heart. He knew that even if he returned to the real world, his mother would definitely say these things, he knew her too well. "Then try hard to survive." The magician''s gaze swept across the room, not knowing what to think. Others don''t say that even experienced veteran A-level trainees such as Anthony are slightly moved, which has already explained the importance of the problem. The main system will definitely not open up their blocked memories for no reason, and certainly will not give everyone a separate pre-plot for no reason. So, what is the intention behind this copy? What kind of interference does the main system want to use memory to cause them? Zong Jiu was meditating, waiting for the other team members to adjust their emotions, then suddenly the light swept across the ground, and suddenly stopped. The empty ceiling is connected to the sky, and the sun shines into the house, which is beautiful and warm. The most common weather in the horror dungeon is cloudy and thundery, whether it is the deserted village dungeon or the first middle school, there is no exception, very few dungeons will be carried out in the sun. However, the weather at this moment was incredible, and there was no sign of rain at all. These are not Zong Jiu''s concerns. What he is concerned about is the clear floating of sunlight on the ground, without any object casting black shadows caused by occlusion. Including people. Not only the standing people, but even the utensils placed in the house, there are no shadows. Following the magician''s sight, the spectators who were watching also discovered this. [What''s the matter, there is no shadow in this room? ¡¿ [Not only this room, you zoom out the camera a bit, look outside, all the buildings in this town seem to have no shadows] [I havetily and my people are gone, it¡¯s too scary to have no shadow, do you still remember the iron law of our horror copy...] The simplest iron law of the dungeon of horror does not require psychics or yin and yang eyes, the most intuitive way to judge ghosts¡ª¡ª Look at the shadows. Those with shadows are people, and those without shadows are ghosts. This iron law applies to all newcomers, and I don¡¯t know how many lives have been saved. How many survivors chat and laugh with ghosts and ghosts in ignorance, you and me. When Yu Guang accidentally glanced down and found that the other party didn''t even have a shadow, it was like cold water invading his head with coldness, and his limbs trembled. There used to be a very famous copy of Class A doll. After entering the copy, the ghost would kill the trainees and replace them. Originally, according to the difficulty of this dungeon, the group should be destroyed. However, no one thought that the ghosts made the biggest mistake, talking and laughing with the survivors, walking under the sun. Soon, not only Zong Jiu, but Anthony also found out. He twisted his eyebrows and squatted down/to touch the ground with his hands, "Where is our shadow?" At this moment, the door that had been closed suddenly opened. The trainees showed a guarded posture one after another, looking towards the door. "Oh... relax, I have no intentions." Standing at the door was a bald middle-aged man in a black police uniform. He looked at the thirty guard lines in the room and slowly raised his hands. Xu Su widened his eyes in disbelief, "Uncle?" I really don''t blame him for being surprised, but the person in front of him is exactly the same as his uncle who is a policeman, regardless of his profession, appearance or everything. "You **** is here too, long time no see." The middle-aged man smiled and waved to him, "I will talk to you later, let me explain the current situation to you first." When he said this, Xu Su reacted and withdrew his hand in a jealousy. He reminded himself in his heart that illusion, here is illusion, everything is fake, and then he raised his head again. My uncle started his commentary: "This is a city of goodness, a beautiful place that cannot be described in words. As for the specific situation¡ª" He blinked at everyone, "Wait for you to know when you go out by yourself." Everyone looked different, and no one spoke. Immediately afterwards, the little uncle dropped another heavy bomb/bomb. "We know where you came from, and we also know how terrifying and terrifying life and death you have experienced, round after round of testing the cycle of life and death. Including the survivors who are watching the live broadcast in the live broadcast room, yes, we know everything ." One stone stirred up a thousand waves. Not to mention the trainees, the audience in the live room was silent for a second, and then a huge wave was set off. [Fuck, what''s the situation? ? ¡¿ [The people in the horror copy know they are in the copy? Know the existence of an infinite loop? ¡¿ [Grass, they even know that there is a live broadcast, they also know that we are watching, Wo Ri, my back feels cold] [This is the first time I have seen this copy of the baby. The vests and the bottoms of the trainees have been lifted. What is going on? Sure enough, the speculations in the forum are true. It is indeed an S-level copy. Air-conditioning] "Please don''t worry, we are not malicious." Seeing the excited and unbelievable expressions on everyone''s faces, the police officer smiled helplessly. "Hey, telling you this, maybe you can''t easily believe it, so let''s go out with me to see what this small town really looks like, you will understand." Chapter 140: Judgment Day The police officer''s words stunned everyone at once. After the ignorance, a deep panic followed. In all the copies, either the trainee is a bright outsider. In impersonation mode, they need to act as a persona that fits the setting of this copy. Regardless of the mode of Terror dungeon advancement, none of the NPCs blatantly said to them, "We know your origins." If the copy npc knows that he is an npc and is in the copy, wouldn''t it be the same as the person in the book knows he is a character in the book, absurd and full of bizarre colors. "and many more." Anthony took a step forward and stopped in front of everyone, "You said let us go out with you, we have to go out with you? What if there are other circumstances?" Xu Su, who was about to go out subconsciously, immediately closed his feet, took a step back, and looked at the little uncle in front of him vigilantly. Seeing them so defensive, the sigh in the police officer''s eyes became heavier and heavier. "I know that you came from that infinite loop and suddenly entered such a dungeon, unable to maintain your usual mentality, but..." Everyone looked like they didn''t buy in, and even took out their own special props. First, the pre-plot is different from the ordinary, and then there are real relatives that the trainees really know. Recalling that everyone reunited with their loved ones in the pre-plot, this series of abnormalities has increasingly cast a veil of mystery on this copy called Judgment Day. They are all senior trainees, and they are not reckless newcomers, so naturally they won''t just follow the police officer out like this. What''s more, although they have no shadows, the police officer has no shadows either. Who knows if he is a ghost or not. Zong Jiu looked at Zhong Yiyuan, who was wearing glasses, who took off his glasses very pretentiously, and looked at the police officer with a pair of jet-black eyes. As we all know, black eyes generally only appear on ghosts. If a living person has a pair of ghost eyes, it is called yin and yang eyes. Zhong Yiyuan has such a pair of eyes that can see ghosts. However, after he looked around and couldn''t find any abnormality, he calmly put on his glasses again, and shook his head towards the white-haired magician, saying that he had not found any abnormality. With Anthony''s affirmation, everyone now knows that Zhong Yiyuan''s Yin and Yang eyes are close to the top. As soon as the top yin and yang eyes are opened, as long as it is a ghost, there is almost no escape. Xu Su stood aside, unable to restrain his curiosity, and asked in a low voice, "Brother, if you see ghosts, what do ghosts look like in your eyes?" Zhong Yiyuan also lowered his voice, and started popular science seriously, "Generally speaking, the spirit body I see is a cloud of pitch black, floating in the air, and I can''t see the specific facial features." "That''s it." Xu Su suddenly realized. ...... "How about this." Seeing that the atmosphere was really stalemate, the police officer rubbed his temples. Seeing this scene, Xu Su felt bitter again. In the real world, his little uncle always likes to do this action when investigating crimes. "We first send the weapons to everyone, hoping that everyone can trust us." arms? The trainees looked at each other. Soon, the door was knocked again. This time, it was not police officers in uniforms who came in, but ordinary townspeople. It is not accurate to say that it is the townspeople, because their appearance is also familiar to a few trainees in the team, and they even greeted the trainees who were equally surprised. The town residents carried a large box with a lock on the outside. The police officer walked over and unlocked the lock, and the contents were exposed to the sun. A box full of guns. A genuine gun with smooth black lines. The trigger is fastened with a lock and sealed in a plastic box that just holds a gun. The light attached to them dazzlingly shows the fact that they are special props. [Fuck, this is a B-level prop, right? ¡¿ [I''m dizzy, I still have such good luck in entering an S-level dungeon. The props are sent randomly, and the B-level props can''t be picked up by the road casually. If I send an F level to an E level, I will Not so surprised] [Absolutely, I just went to the dungeon of the Zhuge boss on the other side and they broke into a death maze... It''s really scary. How long has it been since? A team of veterans has already died. A. On the other hand, even if the weather is so good, everyone still has special items to be distributed. What kind of peerless invincible copy is this? ! ¡¿ Obviously, this wave of operations also confused the trainees. It wasn''t until everyone actually took a handful in their hand that everyone listened to the prompts from the main system, and this was considered a reaction. [Congratulations to the trainees for obtaining the B-level props: the gun of purification] [Prop purpose: it can be used without filling bullets/bullets, it is a necessary purification item before the judgment day, which can cause a 100% effective attack on evil] [Props Note: This item is exclusive to the Judgment Day of the S-level dungeon, and the item will become invalid after leaving the dungeon] Purification gun? Everyone, you look at me and I look at you. They are all confused and confused. The police officer said at the right time: "Have you heard of Judgment Day?" The trainees still looked suspicious, but nodded unanimously. Judgment Day, from the Book of Revelation in the Bible. Legend has it that when the end of the world comes, Christ **** will make a final judgment on all the world. The living are put on trial, while the dead are resurrected from the tomb and receive the trial without discrimination. Christ sits on the high holy throne, the angel palms the balance, weighs the good and evil of people on the balance, and finally decides whether to ascend to heaven or to hell. After the sentence is over, sky fire and sulfur will fall from the sky, and the ground will crack open magma. The saints will be safe and sound, while the guilty will be swallowed up by the fire of **** and repay their sins according to their sins. "Since you all know it, it will be easier. You should have seen people in the town before, knowing that it will be Judgment Day in seven days." The police officer sighed, "Now, open your sleeves and look at your wrists." Everyone did it, and in the next moment, many people screamed. On their wrists, seven black lines appeared uniformly. "These seven black lines represent the seven sins of life in the world. They are arrogance, jealousy, rage, laziness, greed, gluttony, and lust/lust." "Only by removing these seven black lines in these seven days can we pass the Judgment Day safely." The police officer said as he walked out, opening the door by the way. "But if there is a black line that does not disappear, on the day of judgment, it will be hit by skyfire, engulfed by the cracked lava on the ground, and nailed into the dark abyss by Saint Michael with a burning red cross, and will never turn over." coming. There was a feeling similar to "it really is so" in everyone''s heart. From the moment of receiving the main task, everyone knew in their hearts that this Judgment Day would never pass easily. If it can be easily passed, this would not be called a group copy. Zong Jiu raised his hand in place, "Why is there nothing on my arm?" He just watched a circle, and found that all trainees in the team had seven black lines on their hands. except him. Everyone leaned in amazement and found that the white-haired young man''s arm was empty and there was nothing. Upon seeing this, the police officer patted his thigh, "Oh, so you are the born and holy child that Sister Maria said." Born to be holy? The puzzled person asked directly. "Born to be holy is a person who is born without the seven deadly sins. Such a person is born to be able to go to heaven." The police officer explained patiently: "The most noble little pope in our town is also a naturally holy person, and Judgment Day can be passed safely." "He can also help others to clean up their sins. After all, how can people be sinless in the world, right? We often go to the confession room of the cathedral to confess, and the black line on our hands will naturally disappear." The way to make the black line of sin disappear! The trainees looked at each other, and they had their calculations in their minds. The "little pope" described by the police officer is definitely a breakthrough. Xu Su hesitated, "Then can we meet him?" "of course." The police officer said in the same tone as he remembered: "Our town welcomes everyone, but some outsiders have visited the town before. It is useless to confess with the Pope. You have to use other methods to clear your sins." "And to be precise, I am the only police officer in the town. As for why, you will come out with me later. The guns sent to you are also meant by the Pope. Next, how do you clear the sins in seven days? The cathedral, the pope will tell you one by one, don''t worry." Having said that, it doesn''t seem good not to go out again. "Wait a minute." Zong Jiu raised his hand and motioned to the other party to wait for a while. He turned his back and drew a card straightforwardly. The problem is of course to check whether the police officer said these words lie. The result: justice is in place. It doesn''t matter what it means. What''s important is that the police officer just said a lot of things, but there really wasn''t a lie. This is too unbelievable. However, none of this is as surprising as they walked out of the house. After the baptism of the unknown golden light, the appearance of the town was completely new, transformed, and extremely new. The built fountain swayed tirelessly in the center of the square, showing a rainbow of light. The toasted bakery is open on the roadside stalls, and the baked bread is fragrant with butter and salad dressing. The weather is just right and the sun is clear. All the residents of the town surrounded the house. After the trainees went out, they could no longer restrain the expression on their faces. Because all the people around were their relatives, a huge golden retriever rushed over from a distance and rushed into Anthony''s arms. "Su Baoer!" "Oh, Xiao Yuan, why are you so stern." "Come here, grandma wants to kill you!" Appearance, demeanor, voice, even memory. All are exactly the same. Even if they knew it was fake, everyone couldn''t show indifference. "No, it''s not fake." The police officer at the front seemed to be aware of their thoughts and turned around and said, "Have you heard of the Ship of Theseus? Although it is not appropriate, it can be used as a reference." The ship of Theseus. A very famous paradox. As long as a ship is sailing in the sea, the decayed wooden planks on the ship will be replaced as long as the sailing time is long enough. There are always times when the boat is old, and there are always times when the planks need to be replaced. If we continue sailing regardless of other conditions, one day, all the wooden planks on this ship will be replaced. After all the wooden boards have been replaced, can the ship of Theseus still be called the ship of Theseus? "What are the elements that make up a person? Thinking, memory, appearance, voice, logical thinking, thinking ability, or personality?" "We have all of these, including the social relationships we enjoyed before, and our feelings for you. Even now we can test our DNA in the hospital in the small town, and we can also detect the actual blood relationship between us. From an anthropological point of view , This is defined as relatives." "Yes, but this is different!" Xu Su lost his voice. "Where is it different? We have all the elements. If you compare us with the real world in your mind, it is really unnecessary." "How can you be sure that the real world you are experiencing is another horror copy?" The police officer''s expression was very calm: "You should have received the main task of the main system. This dungeon is different from any dungeon you have experienced. It is very beautiful here, even better than you think." "And as long as the Judgment Day has passed, you will be able to stay in this dungeon forever without being obliterated. Of course, if you want to go back one day, you can also choose to go back to the infinite loop. All decisions rest with you, we, Even the main system will not interfere." "How can it be?" Anthony, who was squatting on the ground stroking the Golden Retriever, suddenly sneered, "Since you already know, then I don''t bother to bend around, so I might as well open the skylight to speak brightly." "Before joining the horror trainee competition, the main system said that all trainees can only survive a hundred people. What you say now is nice, and who can guarantee that if we don¡¯t choose to go back then, will we be there? The instance was obliterated by the main system as soon as it was closed?" The police officer sighed, "You can directly ask the main system for the answer to this question." Soon, the cold mechanical sound rang in the air. [S-level copy is equivalent to a small world] [As long as they can complete the main task of the dungeon, the trainees can choose to stay in the dungeon and will not be obliterated by the system] Chapter 141: Judgment Day As soon as the main system''s words fell, the barrage in the live broadcast room exploded. [What do you mean? This npc means that as long as the main task of this dungeon is completed, the trainees can choose to stay in this dungeon permanently without going back to the infinite loop. The main system also gave affirmation, me? ? ? ¡¿ [I wipe it, which means that you can go beyond the rules of the horror trainee competition? ¡¿ [Yes, I think the same is true. Didn¡¯t the game say that only a hundred people can survive? If you choose to stay in this dungeon world, wouldn¡¯t it be counted as retiring halfway through, or the one without punishment? ¡¿ [You think, if you fail to complete the main mission, you will have to be obliterated. If you complete the main mission, staying in this dungeon seems to give the trainees a chance to retreat] The barrage discussed fiercely, and finally even rose above the fairness of the game. [Discussing fairness and unfairness is unnecessary, right? When the main system brought you into an infinite loop, why did you ask for your opinions? Now that the main system has spoken, it means that staying in this copy is indeed a feasible solution] [Indeed, this is the same as the original copy of the S-reincarnation circuit. Entering in is the reincarnation of the three generations. I live two more lives for nothing. Can you say that they are unfair? Not only the barrage, the trainees also began to discuss in low voices. Anthony pulled out his voice, "What about staying? What you just said is nothing but sophistry. Will we still be confused about the definition of truth and falsehood?" Although emotionally speaking, the memory of having blood ties and living together, and even any other essential elements, is indeed difficult to distinguish. But no matter how clever the police officer is, even if this copy pretends to be so consistent with reality, the fake is always fake. "You can only be regarded as cloners at best." Having said that, Anthony stopped speaking because the police officer affirmed what he said. "It is true. Well, if it were you, it would not have passed the Judgment Day." He looked at Anthony, sighed and shook his head, his expression did not seem to be hypocritical, "Vampires are a race abandoned by God, and your sins will be more difficult to eliminate than ordinary people, so if you can, if the group team wants to pass the level, it is better to choose The second main line." Vampires are derived from Eastern European folklore. Although there is no exact record in the Bible, they are indeed a member of the dark creatures. So the black line on Anthony''s hand is deeper than other trainees. But these words still confused the trainees again. Doesn¡¯t the second main mission mean destroying the copy? What these people mean is to encourage them to destroy this copy? ? ? "Yes, that''s what it means. It''s just that compared to the first main line, the second main line is much harder to follow. Because our copy is not just an ordinary copy, it''s above the small town... ." The officer pointed to the sky, "There is also heaven." He pointed to the underground again, "Under the small town, there is hell." "Of course, if you come up with a practical solution, we will be happy to help you, and we can even help hide the eyeliner of the trial." "Because although we are just clones in your eyes, we also have their feelings for you. In our eyes, you are all our relatives and children." The townsfolk nodded all together, and their eyes on the trainees were full of kindness and kindness. Many women even took out tissues from their pockets and began to wipe their tears, "Mom hopes you can live well. Whether you stay or destroy the copy, we will help you." "Yes, we will do our best to help you complete the main task." "Believe us, no matter how we can''t do anything to our children!" These gazes are like awns on their backs, making people feel like sitting on pins and needles. Even Zong Jiu, who is very sensitive to other people''s emotional changes, can clearly feel that their eyes are not mixed with any evil thoughts, on the contrary, they are all full of goodwill. It is the kind of kindness that can be felt without the need to test with tarot cards. As these people said, the townspeople really treat the trainees as their own children/ their relatives/ their good friends... They are even really discussing how they can better help the trainees destroy this copy together, not caring about their own life or death. The people around them had familiar and unfamiliar faces. The streets in the surrounding towns are familiar to everyone, and some corners are even the places where they once lived. Even the house is exactly the same as in my memory. Old churches, bus stops, old grandpa selling popsicles at the street. Newspaper kiosks, bakery houses, dilapidated schools and small street vendors in front of the school. One of the mothers really couldn''t hold back her tears, and greeted Xu Su while wiping her tears, "Su Bao''er, come back with your mother and have a look. Your house is the same as when you left, and the book hasn''t been touched. Mom no longer says that you are idle. After playing the game, come back and have a look." Xu Su sniffed, resisting the uncomfortable feeling in his heart, and said nothing. ...... Zong Jiu said that he asked the townspeople to leave them some room for thinking, so the townspeople dispersed one by one very considerately, leaving only the police officer standing aside. The trainees formed a circle, and there was a little silence between each other. Zong Jiu said at the right time: "In this dungeon, we still give priority to the first main line as the number one goal, and strive to eliminate the black line in our hands." You only need to choose any one of the two main tasks to complete. Many trainees breathed a sigh of relief when they heard this. As we all know, whether to destroy the copy by physical means or by other means, first of all, the npc must die. Intellectually tell everyone that this is just a copy; but emotionally, if everyone is to face their relatives like the first middle school, or their affectionate relatives, it is obviously too cruel and inhuman. some. "As for the main task, whether to go back to the dormitory or stay..." Speaking of this, Zong Jiu paused, "This is everyone''s private choice, and I won''t interfere." "But at least until the main task is completed, I hope that we will stand on the same line of interest. Because we are a team." The trainees nodded with red eyes. Fortunately, everyone is a veteran who has experienced countless copies, and between rational and emotional choices, they can still stick to their rationality. Not to mention that there are many Zong Jiu teammates who have gone through the **** exam in No. 1 Middle School. It is impossible to be easily shaken by the illusion. But believe it or not, and whether to stay here is another matter. Zong Jiu just glanced at it, and it became clear that many people were moved by the proposal. The horror trainee competition was cruel, and in the end only a hundred people survived. There are some B-level and C-level trainees present, and the chances of survival are very small. Now that there is a chance to regress, everyone is of course eager to move. They are not to blame for being shaken, but the conditions given by the main system are too preferential. Staying in this small town doesn''t mean staying forever. If you want to go back one day, you can even leave at any time. By then, the thriller trainee competition has long ended, returning to the world of infinite loops. Of course, no one knows whether those who are willing to stay will be smoothed out by the easy life, and will never have the courage to return to the infinite loop. Because after soaking in a honeypot for a long time, human bones will rust. "However, we ensure that collective interests are prioritized and eggs cannot be placed in the same basket. Therefore, while preparing the first main line, we must also be prepared for the second main line at any time." The white-haired young man said in a low voice, with a serious expression: "I hope everyone will be mentally prepared for this." [In fact, this arrangement is very good, the premise of this copy is that it cannot be manipulated by emotions] [I said it¡¯s one thing, maybe it¡¯s another thing in the dungeon] [Indeed, it was the first time I saw a barbarian showing such a gentle expression when the golden hair rushed over] [After I figure it out now, I only feel that although this copy is beautiful, it is also cruel. It¡¯s really too difficult and too difficult to destroy by hand... Alas, I hope the Magician team can take the first main line, at least let the people in the team choose to go back or stay.] On the other side, after the discussion, the team dispersed again. The police officer asked empathetically, "Have you finished the discussion?" Zong Jiu nodded. "Then go quickly, the little pope has been waiting for a long time." With that, the police officer turned around and walked in front of him to lead the way first. They crossed the neat streets of the town. Not far away, a chant came from an unknown distance, like the sun floating in the sky, dyeing the town with a hazy golden light. The townspeople who had just left the square all spontaneously walked towards the cathedral in the middle of the town, bowing their heads religiously. This small town is full of goodwill, and every one of them does not close their doors and keeps the road untouched along the way. This feeling is very similar to the Jerusalem that Zong Jiu had visited in his previous life. This is the case in Jerusalem, a holy multi-religious city. Every day at one point, prayers can be heard standing outside the city. Everyone there has faith, and the door is not closed and locked when sleeping, and the atmosphere is full of theological atmosphere. No wonder the police officer said that he was the only police officer in the entire town, but now it seems that it is just because he doesn''t need it. As he walked, Zong Jiu pretended to ask casually, "What you said before, what is the way to eliminate sins besides confession?" "Oh, that. I''ll get to the cathedral later, let the pope speak to you." The police officer scratched his head, "Don''t use that gun indiscriminately. Receive the system backpack first. Alas, you''ll know later." Soon, the group came to the cathedral at the end of the road. The structure of this church is different from other houses in the town. After the Renaissance, the divided tacticalism gave birth to the Baroque architecture, with clusters of white doves resting on the off-white circular dome. The dome of the church is painted with various and beautiful religious frescoes, and huge crystal chandeliers hang down. The pope is wearing a scarlet robe and standing in front of the high altar. His figure is not tall, he is just a five or six-year-old child from the back, with a triple crown on his head shining brightly. He turned around, his immature face finally exposed to the light. Zong Jiu was really familiar with this face. Even if it becomes smaller, it is still familiar, the familiarity with a hardened fist. Chapter 142: Judgment Day The cathedral is brightly lit, with layers of light spots on the very symmetrical structure of the granite floor, illuminating the sacred fruits wrapped in the vine pattern. The pope''s winter shoulder coat is made of velvet inlaid with mink fur, and the edges are covered with complicated gold threads. The back swing is dragged onto the clean and shiny floor. He wears a triple crown on his head, a white gold holy band on his body, a golden bishop''s scepter in his left hand, and a ruby ??ring in his right hand, which symbolizes the supreme representative of Christ in the world. After the trainee was taken to the church by the police officer, the pope finally turned around from the front of the altar. His front face is the same age as his back, with a layer of soft black hair drooping around his ears, and his immature face is not much bigger than the palm of an adult. A pair of big eyes flicker and flicker, long down eyelashes cover the flashing light inside, like the famous little love cupid in ancient Greek mythology, innocent and innocent. It seems that the boy is only five or six years old, not to mention wearing a heavy triple crown, even the scepter should be unsteady. But he did hold it firmly. Not only did he hold it steady, he even looked decent when standing in front of the altar. His back was straight and his face straightened, he could see that he was trying very hard to portray himself as a majestic adult. However, it is a pity that because of his height, one can see from the floor where the church is standing. If it weren¡¯t for the pope¡¯s crown with countless precious stones on his head, the real height of the little pope is actually not much higher than the altar, so cute. People can''t help but laugh. The little pope was just a six-year-old. Although surprised, the trainees didn''t think there was anything wrong, and so did the barrage. [Wow, this little pope is so cute! ¡¿ [The cute and loving little boy awsl! Xiao Zhengtai''s mother loves you! ! ¡¿ [I don¡¯t know why, I always feel that this Xiaozheng Tai looks familiar? But I stared at him for a long time, as if I didn¡¯t find out what was wrong... Strange, forget it, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, this kid is really cute he¡¿ Except for Zong Jiu. The appearance of the six-year-old child has not yet grown, but since childhood, the pope''s delicate facial features have been able to guess that his future appearance will never be crooked. Everyone can''t think of demons for the first time, and one of them is probably due to age. Second, it may be because in fact, except for Zong Jiu, the impression of no.1 was that he was there during the second selection, and his throne was at the highest point of the studio. Many people even raised their heads. It''s hard to see clearly; as for Las Vegas, the number of trainees who can squeeze into the innermost circle of the Central Casino is still in the minority. Three words...maybe because of temperament. This smaller demon is completely different from no.1 in adulthood. Everything. But Zong Jiu can be 100% sure that the little pope standing in front of him is his old enemy. As for how he can identify it, it can only be said that there is a wonderful telepathy and intuition between the old enemy and the old enemy. If you can''t even recognize your old enemy, what kind of old enemy is it! Good guy, the demons are all popes. The white-haired youth stood in place with a cold face. Sure enough, this copy is still destroyed. Anthony stood beside him. Although he had a grumpy temper because of being a subordinate all the time, he was completely immersed in his observation of words and colors. Seeing him frown, he immediately lowered his voice and asked, "Is there something wrong?" Zong Jiu shook his head silently, "Not sure yet." The demon temperament in adulthood is easy to distinguish. It is the kind of sharp malice that is incompatible with the whole world. The madness that fills him is definitely the most sick one since Zong Jiu Chuanshu has contacted so many people before and after. And now, even if it is certain that it is the same person, the aura on the little pope is so peaceful, even if a little sly is leaked when his eyes are flowing, it is far from the thick and breathless evil thoughts on the adult demon. Even the colors of the pupils are different. The black wizard''s green pupils are because he is a Nordic, Fanzhuo''s red eyes are because he is a blood clan, and Zong Jiu has light pink eyes because the original owner has albinism and is born with a lack of synthetic melanin. The pupils of the devil are dark golden, very recognizable. This color is also called amber, which is so rare that it is inconceivable. The pupils of the little pope in front of him were serious black and brown, ordinary and unremarkable. They looked different from the cold and brilliant dark gold of no.1. "By the way, if you have a chance, try to listen to as much news about the second main line mission these days." Zong Jiu looked straight ahead and said in a voice that only Anthony could hear. Anthony was taken aback for a moment, "Why?" "The first main line is obviously problematic. What''s more, you have also heard that half-vampires can''t pass Judgment Day, why?" The white-haired young man glanced at him with a faint smile, "If you take the first main line, you have to explain here, are you not in a hurry?" In a moment, it was rare for a half-vampire to wonder what it was like. He has always been hostile to the magician. From Las Vegas, the opponent won a lot of chips from him, and Anthony was quite prejudiced against him from the time he slapped him in public. Due to His Royal Highness''s order, the Deserted Village dungeon suppressed his thoughts of wanting to go to bed. Later, if it hadn¡¯t been known that this was the person who had been married to His Royal Highness, the news was shocking enough even though the marriage contract was invalidated, and Anthony would not be as quiet as a chicken. Of course, the most important thing is that Zong Jiu showed absolute strength. But this time, the other party clearly knew the prejudice he had in his heart. There is even no need to close the team. After all, he is a "naturally holy person" as the npc personally said. After a long time, even when Zong Jiu thought that the other party would not speak again, Anthony murmured. "Got it." "Welcome everyone to the city of good." While Zong Jiu and Anthony were whispering, the little pope spoke. His gaze swept across everyone standing below, and stayed on the white-haired magician for a long time. Even the gaze gives people a completely different feeling. Zong Jiu can almost rule out the possibility of disguise. After a pause for almost five seconds, the little pope looked away. "Guests from afar, the journey is far away, the boats and cars are tired, please take a seat." He walked down from the high platform, raised the hand with the ruby ??right ring, and motioned for the trainees to sit down on the black benches in the church. The appearance of this little host is another knowing smile. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s an illusion. The cathedral in the town feels very comfortable. Not only believers praying outside the church, but also the white doves that occasionally pass by the corner of the window, the pages of the scriptures that are raised by the wind on the preaching stage, or the unknown mass incense burning indoors. The mood that makes people easily restless slowly calms down. The trainees'' tight body and spirit began to relax and sat down on the seats. The seat is very intimately covered with a layer of soft cushions, and you will not feel cold when you sit down. "I know you must have a lot of doubts, please don''t worry, I will talk about it next time." The little pope said unhurriedly with a childlike voice. ...... In the next time, he almost perfectly solved all the puzzles of the trainees. "Judgment Day is the day they set--" The little pope pointed to the sky and pretended to draw a cross on his chest, "There are still seven days, oh no, today is the first day, and the seventh day is the day of judgment. You still have five days to eliminate the sins on your arms." "This city is called the city of good, but since we are humans and not sages, we are bound to be born with sins. As long as we have evil thoughts or commit sins, the residents of the town will also appear on their arms. The black line of sin." He explained, motioning for the officer to open his sleeves. The police officer immediately understood, chanting in a low voice very quickly: "Praise Satan!" Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, a black line was slowly forming on the officer''s exposed arm. "People in the town can come to the confession room to ask me to confess, frankly confess the crimes they have committed, sincerely regret it, and remove the black lines on their arms." The little papal police officer nodded, and the latter put down his sleeves and walked to the dark brown cabin by the church wall. This small wooden house was built on the side of the church wall, separated by a wooden board inside, and dark purple curtains hung on both sides. Confession is a sacrament of the Roman Catholic Church. Believers who have committed sins only need to confide their sins to the clergy on the other side of the board in the house, and the clergy can perform sacramental pardon and forgiveness. This is why it is often said that the clergy is the most known source. "I''m not sure that this method will work for you, because some outsiders have tried it." The little pope paused, "But in order to ensure rigor, I will hold the sacrament of confession after the explanation is over. Guests are welcome to come and try." "Then apart from this method, is there any way to eliminate the evil?" Xu Su asked. "Have." The little pope walked down the steps and pointed to the sky outside. "Under the land is hell. There is a city of evil in hell, just behind the city of good. As you imagine, that world is full of malice that is contrary to the city of good." "Recently approaching Judgment Day, the residents of the City of Evil have also begun to feel restless. Whenever the full moon hangs high, this mirror city will connect with the City of Good in the reflection of the water." "The Evil City is the existence of evil, and the guns previously issued to everyone serve this purpose. If the residents of the Evil City can be eliminated at night, it will be able to counteract the evil." It''s all truthful. Zong Jiu had been observing the reduced version of the demon without a trace, and the doubts in his heart became more and more serious. "By the way, I heard Granny Maria say that there is a holy person among the guests?" Suddenly, the little pope turned around and looked over with interest, with undisguised curiosity in his eyes. "A person who is born holy can live through the Judgment Day without confession or hunting for sins. It is the good luck of God''s favor." "It just so happens...I hit this beautiful big brother as soon as we met, and we fell in love with each other." A sweet smile appeared on the little devil''s face, "Why don''t you stay with me in the church these few days, brother?" Chapter 143: Judgment Day After explaining the basic situation, the next step is the confession. Many trainees looked at Zong Jiu with envy. The magician completed the main mission without any effort. He didn''t need to be exhausted to hunt and kill the residents of the evil city with the gun of purification, and he didn''t need to go to the confession room to face the little pope''s confession. No matter how difficult it is for other trainees, or whether there are hidden traps in the two main missions, the truth of this town... everything has nothing to do with Zong Jiu. Because when he entered this dungeon, he was destined to have only one purpose regardless of whether it was an S-level or a low-level dungeon, and that was to send experience. This copy is even like tailor-made for him. Facing the envy of other people''s eyes, the white-haired magician did not speak, but lowered his head, his pale pink eyes were full of solemnity. Zong Jiu still remembers that when he was in the studio hall of the thriller trainee dormitory not long ago, the space door opened by the main system for their team was clearly dark purple. However, just half a minute later, another black-haired man passed him without squinting, and stepped into the dark purple door first, so Zong Jiu could only lead the team to Zhuge An and their team. The space door opened before is equivalent to an exchange. At that time, the team members and others who saw this scene thought that Zhuge secretly made a mistake. After all, the distance between the two teams was so close, it might be possible that they were mistaken by accident. But Zongjiu is different, Zongjiu understands Zhuge dark. Although Zhuge An usually does not observe martial arts and likes to do some infernal things in the underworld, he is indeed quite respectful. Gui Guzi left him a Tai Chi gossip plate in the Fengshen Kingdom. He worked hard to serve the teacher whom he had never met before. Not only did he sell himself as a dog-headed strategist like Zhuge Liang assisted Liu Bei, he also had to replace him at critical moments. The lord died. He attaches great importance to that prophecy. And also sincerely assisted Zong Jiu, arching him to the position of the savior in the prophecy. It is not difficult to deduce from this that Zhuge An and Gui Guzi belong to the same group. They are more like saviors than the savior in the prophecy of Zong Jiu, and they really want to rescue all the people in this infinite loop. I must first say a word of sorry here. If Zong Jiu and Zhuge An have no head-on conflict at the end of the thriller trainee competition, he might really consider using the universal wish ticket to make a wish to liberate everyone in the infinite loop. Because he had promised the old nun, Zong Jiu couldn''t refuse other people''s requests. But if there is a conflict of interest between them, and the other party violates the request, Zong Jiu will immediately skip the vote. It was equivalent to Zhuge secretly making a loss-making business. It was impossible for him to be so smart that he could not think of it, but he still let Zong Jiu take advantage of it without hesitation. Plus this time. As of now, Zong Jiu can be 100% sure that Zhuge An deliberately entered his previous space door. The simpler the copy he is experiencing now, the more dangerous it represents that the opponent''s copy is. It''s a pity that the trainees and the live broadcast room are not interoperable. During the thriller trainees game, they don''t know what''s going on around them, and they don''t know what kind of copy of the space door that Zhuge has to greet him in advance and grabbing. Maybe Zhuge An had vomited blood in the bathroom earlier because he used the Tai Chi gossip plate to calculate the key information of the next copy, which caused a serious backlash. It''s a pity that it''s useless to worry about these now. Everything has to wait for the end of this copy to return to the studio to have a fixed number. Zong Jiu rarely stared at the floor tiles under his feet irritably, then raised his head again, watching the trainees in the distance file into the confession room. The current situation of this little devil is also worthy of scrutiny. First of all, Zong Jiu can rule out the possibility of this little demon disguising. The devil¡¯s acting skills are good, which is good, but he definitely can¡¯t change his deep temperament at the same time. But this pope is indeed a demon. It''s just that something has changed, and it''s not like the original, with a strong sense of disobedience. Where has it changed? ...... On the other side, the trainees waited in the cathedral. The first trainee who entered the confession room came out with a look of joy, "The black line on my hand has disappeared!" "really!" "It seems that confession is really useful!" "Yes, it worked, but the second confession was useless. I just tried it with the Pope, and at most I can only eliminate one black line." Seeing that this method is useful, it can eliminate a black line at any rate. The trainees are full of joy and start to search for the bad things they have done before, thinking about the content of their confession later. When a person gets out of the quagmire, it is naturally impossible to live in the world innocently for so many years. Even angels will make mistakes when they come to this world, let alone people? So everyone didn''t think for long, one by one, they walked into the confession room and confessed to the little pope on the other side of the wall that they had committed crimes. Xu Su walked in and stood scratching his head, but he couldn''t find the bad things he had done. "Under the crown of the Pope, I really think I haven''t done anything that makes me regretful." "It''s okay." Behind the plank, the little pope said gently: "Think about things that you are confused or sincerely want to confess. You can also confess." "But the sacrament of confession requires sincere repentance and practical actions to change oneself afterwards. If it is only a confession, it only requires confession." repent? Xu Su nodded, lost in thought. Maybe his character itself is a kind of careless, cheerful and lively, straight man, seldom tugging over and over again to a problem, adding trouble to himself. So for a while, he couldn''t think of anything that needed to be repented. Oh... there is still one thing. Thinking of the figure in his mind, Xu Su''s voice suddenly became as thin as a mosquito, "Then, then I''ll choose to confess." "Oh? Is it because there is no way to repent sincerely?" Xu Su flushed and nodded lightly. Fortunately, the little pope didn''t seem to have any intention of getting to the bottom of this question, and he let the other side breathe a sigh of relief in his heart. In the end, people like Xu Su are of course a minority, and most people have a dark side in their hearts. The trainees came in one by one to confess. Some said that he had stolen a neighbor¡¯s chicken when he was a child, some said that he had used improper means to commit financial fraud, some said that he had reported cheating in exams because of jealousy, and some said that he used it to find a job. Improper means to squeeze out competitors... etc. The pope sat in a soft chair on the other side of the confession room. He put down the golden scepter in his heavy hand, crossed his legs in interest, and let the heavy cloak on his back rest on the back of the soft chair. No matter his expression or sitting posture, he showed no respect for Christ in a sacred place. The little devil held his head with one hand, as if he had listened to the confession from the other side, and as if he hadn¡¯t listened. After the trainees finished their guilt statement, he said lazily: "The merciful God will forgive you everything. Sin." "Child, God has heard your confession, and your sins will be forgiven." ...... After the twenty-nine people confessed, the sunset was almost down. When the last trainee walked out of the confession room, the nun who stood by had been waiting for a long time, and nodded at them with a smile: "The church has prepared sacrament and accommodation for all the guests who come from afar. It may be a little crude, please forgive me ." When things developed up to this point, the trainees who had been watching the live broadcast room were also numb. [Seriously, there are more than one hundred and twenty team dungeons, but the style of the magician dungeon doesn¡¯t fit...] [Indeed, at least one person in the other dungeons is dead. Their dungeon is good, they not only eat and sleep well, but also all the townspeople give them ideas on how to complete the main task. I have seen so many dungeons in an infinite loop. No copy is like this, really dumbfounded me] [Is this really an S-rank dungeon... The magicians and their team are also very lucky, right? They just drew the simplest one, which is sour and sour] [Slid away, this dungeon only has a team camera, and the magician passes the level naturally, alas] The other trainees followed the nuns to the restaurant behind the church, but Zong Jiu Chao waved them and deliberately stayed. When the cathedral was quiet and empty, the white-haired magician stepped forward and opened the curtain of the confession room. He looked condescendingly at the little pope who was sitting there leisurely, his expression on his face was indistinct with joy and anger. Now the two demons are not as tall as Zong Jiu, and the feeling of looking down from a height makes Zong Jiu feel a little bit happy. ...Whoever makes no.1 an adult body is so high, every time he is forced to look up. Who knew that the little devil rolled his eyes and suddenly stretched out both hands and raised a big smile. "I''m tired after hearing the confession, and my legs are numb. Big brother lift me up." Zong Jiu: "..." He was so thankful that the live camera was not turned on when he was alone, otherwise everyone would be able to see his instantly hideous expression. "Who are you? What is the relationship with the devil?" The white-haired young man looked cold, with a hint of disgust in his eyes. "Brother can''t see it?" The little devil tilted his head, and his black hair slipped from his cheeks, hiding the sly light flashing in his eyes. "Although I don''t want to admit it... but I am indeed the juvenile of that scumbag." He pretended to sigh, "I really hate you as an adult. He is obviously such a beautiful big brother who is willing to play with him. He doesn''t even know how to cherish him." "Obviously...We all like brother so much." "Speaking of the point, what the **** is going on, don''t change the subject." Zong Jiu held his hands crossed, his face stern, unmoved, just like a black-faced teacher instructing a primary school student. "My brother is so fierce, I don''t want to give it a hug." The little devil slowly withdrew his hand, "Forget it, who makes me like Big Brother so much." Next, Zong Jiu learned what magical reality is. Because no.1 also serves as a mentor, he doesn''t need to enter the dungeon, or even play the role of an npc. Previously, he entered the dungeon for fun. The devil had prepared a great gift for the magician early in the original death maze copy, but he did not expect that Zhuge stepped in secretly, so he could only change the copy point and turn to the Judgment Day copy. The S-level dungeon is a small world of its own, and it is difficult to get started in general. However, this copy of Judgment Day is very special, because the NPCs here are very fixed, only the relatives of trainees, and there is basically no room for outsiders who want to come in again. Because of the rush, no.1 did not notice this. As a result, in order to comply with the provisions of the copy world, the demon was forced back to the age of six by the world law. This six-year-old does not only refer to age, but also to character and behavior style. Generally speaking, it should be the six-year-old who belongs to this body. Now in the body of the devil is a demon with a six-year-old personality. The little devil spread his hands, "My lord, I might not have thought that the law of this copy is so strong, so I got it on my own head." Good guy, shoot yourself in the foot. Zong Jiu wanted to laugh a little at the time. Chapter 144: Judgment Day Zong Jiu really wanted to laugh. I''m afraid that the adult demon didn''t expect it, this time he really shot himself in the foot. But this is not the most funny, the most funny is that the demon of the juvenile body directly expressed his dislike for the adult body. He even scolded the adult body as a scum. Unexpectedly, no.1 even scolded myself when I got up. But he held back his smile and continued to ask sternly, "Then how do you know who I am? Do you have his memory?" "Yes...Although I have become smaller, I do have the memory of an adult." Seeing that the white-haired magician''s expression was getting worse and worse, it seemed that he wanted to beat him up when he was a child, and then the little devil quickly made up, "But this doesn''t mean that he and I are the same kind of person. !" The boy drooped his head and began to sell miserably: "Look, I don''t have any of his abilities." Indeed, no matter how talented the devil is, it is impossible for him to have the ability to manipulate puppets and shuttle shadows at the age of six. Zong Jiu carefully looked at those small open hands, not only did they not have any ugly, criss-crossing scars, but the skin was very delicate and smooth as before. "Furthermore, I don''t like my adult self." The little devil pouted and looked very dissatisfied, "Who knows that when I grow up I will become that kind of nasty guy! If life can be chosen by myself...oh, **** destiny." What this says is that if you can choose, you won''t become no.1. Zong Jiuyi''s face was cold and unmoved. "Oh, it seems that the grown-up guy is so annoying that I have no credibility in front of my big brother." He sighed, "Well, as long as my brother can play with me in these five days, I will tell my brother how to complete the second main line." This time Zong Jiu finally looked at him with a straight face. The little devil quickly adjusted his sitting posture, took his legs off the chair obediently, folded his hands neatly in front of his thighs, raised his head and looked at him with a smile, trying to show me a very well-behaved appearance. I have to say that the devil has a good look. When he was not full of the madness that wanders on sharp blades as an adult, the black hair on his cheeks slumped softly when he did not speak, and after taking off the triple crown, there was a strand on the top of his head that was about to rise against the wind. Her dumb hair, matched with her unblinking dark brown eyes, makes her smile cute and sweet. Even if he knew that the man in front of him was his old enemy, it would be difficult for Zong Jiu to connect him with that lunatic pleasure criminal. The main thing is that the little devil doesn''t have that kind of temperament, and even his personality is different. If a six-year-old demon is like a piece of peaceful white paper, then an adult demon is like a sharp knife stained with blood. In fact, Zong Jiu was also a little curious about what the devil had gone through to become the appearance that ordinary humans would never be able to become in the future. It¡¯s normal to be different when I was a child and when I grew up, but it¡¯s hard to tell a lot about a 180-degree transformation like the devil. Obviously, looking at the six-year-old child in front of him, he felt quite normal. Except that they are never more mature than ordinary children, there is no other difference. Seeing that Zong Jiu had shaken, the little devil rolled his eyes and hit the iron while it was hot. "Although I am a scumbag as an adult, we always talk about it." "I only need my brother to be with me. I''m not like ordinary children, and I won''t do bad things." The boy stretched his voice, begged in an almost coquettish tone, and looked at him pitifully, "Well?" "Okay." Zong Jiu stared at him for a few seconds, staring at him a little fidgety, and then he opened his mouth happily. "But you have to tell me first what your real name is." Obviously, this problem was unexpected by the six-year-old little devil. As if thinking of something, the expression on the boy''s face changed a few times, and he stopped talking. When he was in the trainee dormitory, Zhuge dark discussed specific actions against the devil with him, and one of them mentioned no.1''s real name. Zhuge An was able to determine that the demon was an aboriginal npc with a super S-rank instance. Because he got the gossip from unknown sources, there was one and only one copy of Super S recorded in an infinite loop. The senior survivors who entered the dungeon almost covered the top level of the entire infinite loop. In terms of analogy strength, it was equivalent to letting all S-level teams lead all A-levels to perform tasks, but in that dungeon, they encountered a ruined ending. Zong Jiu learned from the devil in the first middle school dungeon that he had destroyed his original Super S Grade dungeon. Being able to single-handedly destroy a Super S Grade instance is enough to show the strength of the demon at that time. It is for this reason that no one knows his real name in subsequent copies, and only uses the code name "devil" to call him. Zhuge secretly said that a person''s name is the shortest curse. In "The Book of Xuanyuan", Bai Ze told the Yellow Emperor how to deal with the gods and ghosts of the world. Among them, he mentioned the characteristics of ghosts and monsters given by the name, which is one of the ways to restrain them. There is no shortage of such records in the books of the Onmyoji of the East. Europe has had folklore that knowing the real name of the devil can expel it since ancient times. This is especially true in the infinite loop, where there are many types of head-down or black wizards, and the content of their learning also contains spells related to names. If you can know the real name of the devil, you may be able to get new information. The white-haired young man lifted the purple curtain of the confession room with one hand, and slightly bent down to stand in place, his expression indifferent. Looking out from the confession room, the painted glazed window of the church with the statue of the Virgin reflected from behind him, drawing the outline deeper. He looks good, and his front face is even more incredible. No matter what his posture is, he can only make people feel about beauty. The natural lack of pigment makes him white as if glowing under the reflection of the church, which is more beautiful than the painting on the dome and vaulted wall of the church. The moving angel is more like an angel. The little devil looked up at him for a long time before he said distressedly: "Although I am very happy when my brother asked this question, I am afraid I can''t answer it. Next time my brother sees me as an adult, maybe he can ask him, he should I will be willing to tell my brother." Ha ha. Zong Jiu sneered in his heart. Asking questions is equivalent to asking for others, and asking for others is equivalent to falling into the wind in the conversation, falling into the wind in front of an old enemy, is this tolerable? "Then tell me, what surprises did he prepare for me in the original copy?" The white-haired young man crossed his arms and cared a little about Zhuge An''s side in his heart. The little devil said without hesitation: "Didn''t my brother declare war with him before. Since the declaration of war, we need a stage that is sufficiently exciting to decide the victory or defeat." Indeed, before entering this copy, Zong Jiu thought so too. Declaring war with the devil means that the next meeting is an endless relationship. As a result, who would have thought that when such a moth came out when opening the space door, not only was the prepared site useless, but no.1 was also pitted on his own head. The cathedral fell silent for a while. After a while, Zong Jiu suddenly said, "What is the way to complete the second main line?" The pope pouted, "This is cheating, you haven''t promised me yet." "Are you negotiating terms with me?" Zong Jiu''s expression was a little surprised, "I thought you understood your situation well? Wouldn''t it become smaller and your IQ would shrink with it, right?" The dull hair on the top of the little devil''s head drooped suddenly. Yes, he doesn''t have the capital to negotiate terms at all now. Although the adult self hates him, he still has the strength to crush. He was only six years old, and he could only hold the thigh of the magician with his arms open. He was so miserable that he couldn''t be more miserable, and he didn''t have the capital to negotiate terms. "Of course I will not keep this kind of trivial matter from my brother." After hesitating for three seconds, the little devil who knows how to judge the situation and choose to give in, he tried to squeeze a flattering smile. Seeing the unspeakable expression on his face, Zong Jiu felt refreshed. Although it is wrong to bully a child, is a six-year-old demon a child? That obviously doesn''t count! Don''t let him go while he is only six years old! "If I can find a way to restore my adult appearance, this dungeon world can be destroyed." Zong Jiu frowned deeply, "Why?" If it is just a violation of the law, it is naturally not enough to destroy a copy. The little demon hesitated and said: "It''s...Oh, if it is this copy, it would be a huge surprise for me as an adult, and my brother will know it by then." "How can you turn you back into that scumbag?" The magician said concisely. "Don''t brother like me?" The little boy looked at him with his eyes open, looking very aggrieved, "If that scumbag comes back, it will be the kind of personality that my six-year-old personality will never exist, and I will never see it again." Zong Jiu: "..." No matter how frantic he was, it would be impossible for him to attack a six-year-old child who had no power to restrain his hands. This was simply against his principles. Even if the child''s body is a demon, it is the same. The white-haired young man lowered his eyes and looked at the little pope in front of him. Although it was concealed and unclear, it revealed a lot of useful information. The most important thing is that he is really different from an adult body. Zong Jiu couldn''t feel any malice from him, he could only feel that he was filled with joy and kindness that was as full of joy and kindness as the residents of the city of goodness outside. This child really likes him, like a child finds a toy, kind, innocent, and not mixed with anything else. I have to say, it is a firm grasp of Zong Jiu''s lifeline. Although he is indifferent to feelings, he has extraordinary patience with children, and even occasionally goes to the orphanage as a volunteer when he has time on weekends. Besides, a six-year-old demon with a pure character without any special abilities. Isn''t it easy to pry something out of his mouth? When the little demon was lowering his head and feeling depressed, suddenly a pair of warm arms wrapped around his back, holding him up easily and firmly. The feeling of flying into the air made him exclaim in a low voice, only to realize that he was firmly hugged up, and his long winter shoulder jacket was hanging in the air, like the red cloth held in the hands of a Spanish bullfighter. "Don''t you want to hug?" Seeing the other''s stunned expression, Zong Jiu said impatiently. The little devil finally reacted, cheered, and hugged the magician''s slender neck tightly. Chapter 145: Judgment Day After dinner, the setting sun slowly sank into the horizon from the distant horizon. The trainees got up from the long table, passed the golden dishes with stacks of unleavened bread and wine, and the weeping candlesticks placed on the white tablecloths, and walked to the side entrance of the church together, looking into the distance. The night outside. The heavy wooden door at the front entrance has long been closed and fastened with a wooden door bolt thicker than a dictionary. The world is darkened. The city of goodness at night is different from the city of goodness during the day. The city during the day is like the holy light, soaked in warm sunlight everywhere. In the town at night, the doors of every household are closed, and even the windows are locked. Looking at the street, there are only rows of dimly lit street lights, which look bleak and desolate. Soon, the night sky began to become darker. There were strands of rain falling from the sky, first it was drizzle, and finally it crashed and hit the ground. In the dark clouds deeper, the faint lightning flashes, and through the black, you can clearly see the electric sparks caused by the arc in the heavy rain. "Sorry, guests, please go to the side hall on one side for a while." The nuns showed panic on their faces, and they hurriedly closed the side door of the church, sorry to instruct the trainees to go to the cathedral''s living room and sit down. Everyone had a vague hunch in their hearts, obediently following behind, no one spoke. The side hall is not big. There is a comfortable sofa in the back of the church near the resting place of the priests with furry pillows. The fireplace burned tirelessly in the center of the side hall, the fine wood squeaked nicely, and the air was full of warm breath. The difference is the solemn atmosphere of everyone. Because the main system removed the fuzzy memory, and because of the bizarre encounter in this copy, no one spoke for a while. Xu Su sat by the fireplace, staring at the flame rising from the center of the firewood, staring in a daze. He didn''t know what was wrong with him. He was clearly in the Horror Dungeon and didn''t have time to think about the others, but the emotions in his heart were still flying and it was difficult to calm down. When Xu Su came to Infinite Loop, he was still in college and was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination. Because of studying in a different place, he did not go home for the entire semester. It was school vacation that day, and he had a big fight with his family as soon as he arrived home after packing. What exactly was the content of the quarrel Xu Su himself forgot. People are always like this. Instead, they are cautious when facing strangers, leaving all their tempers to those closest to them. In a fit of anger, he locked himself in the room and played games for several hours. He has always had a turbulent personality, and his temper comes and goes quickly, and it is inevitable that he feels a little regretful after being connected. So Xu Su got up and turned off the computer. He wanted to go out and bow his head, and have a meal by the way. He didn''t expect that with such a flash of skill, people would be caught in an infinite loop by the main system and would never be able to go back. After thinking of all this, Xu Su regretted all the way, regretting why he had to quarrel with his family in the first place. If the family finds that he has disappeared from the room for no apparent reason, they should be more anxious, nervous, and sad. If he can''t go back, who will be able to endorse his parents in retirement. Xu Su almost didn''t shed tears when the NPC who was exactly the same as his mother shouted at him when he was in the square. Because he knew that if it was his mother who was standing there, her mother would definitely say that. But because of this, Xu Su didn''t indulge like other people. The more sincere the NPCs are, the more he thinks of the family members who are waiting for him to return in reality. To live, you must live. He clenched his fists. Not only for himself, but also for... Xu Su took a deep breath, remembering his confession in the confession room just now. He did not choose the sacrament of confession, because confession must be accompanied by the personal actions and regrets of the person concerned. If it is not a sincere confession, there is no point in simply exercising this sacrament. Xu Su doesn''t think there is anything wrong with liking someone. But that person... is the same **** as him. Thinking of this, Xu Su felt tangled and distressed. He was very nervous, and he only felt that he cared about Xu Sen as a good brother before, and he didn''t realize it until the Halloween event in the Colorful Amusement Park. But he is a straight man, and apart from anything else, he really never thought that he would have such a psychology towards a man. So at the beginning, he deliberately classified this mood as a suspension bridge effect, thinking that he was subconsciously dependent on another person in an extremely dangerous situation. Now coming to the copy of Judgment Day, after seeing his former relatives, Xu Su finally faced his inner thoughts directly. Even if he could complete the main quest of this S-level dungeon, he would not choose to stay here. This dreamlike and beautiful world is always fake, and it is the act of a coward to stay with it, knowing it is fake. Xu Su didn''t want to be a coward. Because there are people who want to work hard for, he also wants to be brave. Survive from this copy, survive from the infinite loop. Thinking of Xu Sen, who led the team into another copy space with Zhuge, Xu Su felt a little worried. He clenched his fists and made a decision in his heart. After surviving from this copy and returning to the studio, you must tell Xu Sen what you really think. Regardless of the future, at least have a clear conscience and no longer have to worry about gains and losses. ...... After everyone had a rest, they all took on the purifying guns and decided to organize a group to take a look outside. There is only one trainee like Xu Su in a team of 30 people. Although most of the other trainees are hard to tell, they are more inclined to stay in this S-level instance in their hearts. After all, this is a good opportunity to retire, which is hard to find in a thousand years. They know their own strength. Going back to participate in the competition at this time is tantamount to death, not to mention that the magician Zong Jiu once revealed that the next dungeon is likely to be Super S-rank dungeon, a dungeon is the one who will make its final debut with one hundred people. A mere B-level trainee, who dares to slap his chest to ensure that he will survive in the Super S-level dungeon? At present, this opportunity is the best opportunity. It''s a pity that the magician is almost lying to win in this dungeon, and there is no need to think about how to pass the judgment day. So other trainees who wanted to stay in this dungeon hugged a group, planning to form a team to explore the situation outside first. After all, it is only six days before Judgment Day, and the evil city will only appear at night, which means that they only have five nights to eliminate the black lines of the seven deadly sins in their hands. After the confession, everyone eliminated one. There are still six. We must work harder. Only Anthony hesitated after listening to their discussion and took the initiative to take the lead. He had not forgotten what Zong Jiu told him, and he knew in his heart that he estimated that just like the npc said, he would not be able to pass the judgment day. Because just after his confession, the seven black lines on Anthony''s arm are still there, without any trace of elimination. The troublesome problem happened here. There is a conflict between the main task two and the main task one. If the dungeon is destroyed, it will inevitably harm the interests of the trainees who want to stay in this dungeon. Coupled with the importance of this interest, it is very likely that in the end it will develop into a situation of infighting or cannibalism. The abacus of the main system is very good. Who said that team copy must cooperate? A team comes in, because different interests are killing each other, which is also the favorite drama of the main system that does not adhere to martial arts. Anthony must be careful not to reveal his intentions. Even if he may be hated by these people in the trainee dormitory later, he doesn''t care. There is a dead end in front of him, and it is justified to fight for his right to survive. "Okay, let Senior Anthony be the temporary team leader." Fortunately, he is a high-ranking A-level trainee with the largest rank besides the magician in this team. The others did not think much about it and agreed to his request to be the interim captain. At this moment, the immature voice of the little pope came from the door of the side hall. "At night, when the city of good and the city of evil are connected, are you sure you want to go out?" Also with him was Zong Jiu, who agreed to play with the bear child. "OK." The trainees nodded. After scanning around, and after making a silent look at Anthony, Zong Jiu was not surprised to confirm his previous guess. The white-haired young man paused, "I''ll go together too." Although he doesn''t need to do everything possible to eliminate the black line in his hands like other trainees, he still leads the team leader and has to fulfill his responsibilities. "You must do it yourself to get rid of the evil. There is no way to get rid of the evil with the help of others." The little devil standing aside kindly reminded him and lowered his voice: "Brother should go later. Tonight is the first day, so I must give them some room for acceptance." Zong Jiu felt deceitful intuition. Especially after the little demon stood in the side hall and waved at him with a smile, his bad premonition became more and more serious. "You go first, I''ll be here when I change my clothes." So he went out specially behind for a while, and as expected, thunder suddenly came from outside the heavy rain curtain. "Rumble, rumbling¡ª" After the thunder, noisy shouts and screams appeared in the rain. The trainees who had just been out for less than ten minutes threw their umbrellas one by one and ran toward the church under the heavy rain, with an expression of trepidation and panic. In the middle of them, carrying a drenched trainee, who was twitching his limbs and turning white eyelids, rushed into the side hall, placed the person by the warm fireplace, and surrounded him nervously. "This is how the same thing?" The white-haired magician who just changed his windbreaker and rain boots, ready to go out with an umbrella, wringed his eyebrows deeply, raised the hem and squatted down/over the body, and probed the trainee''s breath with his fingers. "Outside, there is..." The others had fear on their faces, and they looked like they hadn''t recovered. They couldn''t understand what they said because of the hurried running. Zong Jiu didn''t urge them, and asked them to relax one by one before continuing the investigation. Although weak, there is no life-threatening. However, the next second, the magician narrowed his eyes. Under the jumping firelight of the fireplace, a faint black shadow was stretched infinitely, from the feet of the comatose trainee to the opposite wall, extinguished. "Why did his shadow come back?" Chapter 146: Judgment Day "His shadow... how come back?" As soon as this sentence fell, everyone was shocked. The barrage, which has just been not active enough, began to speak enthusiastically at this moment. [Fuck, really, didn¡¯t the magicians noticed before, they disappeared after entering this instance, not only trainees and NPCs, there are no shadows in the buildings in this small town] [Yes, yes, I also remember this, you see, there is nothing under the feet of the people around the fireplace, only the rescued trainee has] [There must be some omen for this shadow¡¯s sudden return. Speaking of which, who of you just watched it in the live broadcast room? I cut it out and didn¡¯t see it] The trainee who had been speechless for a long time warmed up by the fireplace, gradually calmed down, and finally spoke. "We just went out together, it was raining heavily outside..." Less than ten minutes ago, the trainees who had changed their clothes early rushed into the torrential rain in raincoats. It is strange to say that the rain in the sky is a lot less when walking from the cathedral into the city. When finally walking to the center of the city, the rain that almost became a rain curtain in front of the church has completely stopped. Not only that, the street lights in the middle of the city are also flickering, with special effects often found in horror movies, making people panic. Everyone was holding a purifying gun, and looked around vigilantly. Someone found something wrong and pointed to the ground on the side and exclaimed: "You...Look at that!" Looking in the direction of the finger, a puddle of water was spread on the beige striped floor tiles of the small town. The high moon rises from the night sky, and a cluster of cold light shines on the dark-colored curtain, looking down at the earth condescendingly. In those small pools of water, the hideous and inexplicable phantom cleared away the mist and gradually appeared. The black buildings are reflected on the water surface, and the dark asphalt flows down from the top of the minaret, dyeing all the cold and hard lines on the edge of the town into a deep color, rich and hideous. Just as a dark cloud passed by, the moonlight was concealed under the layers of the night sky. The heaven and the earth were suddenly dimmed. The black shadow that was distorted to the shape of a human was entangled in it, and the next second it took up a splash of water, broke out of the stagnant water, and howled towards the sky. It''s too late to say, then it''s fast. The eyes of Anthony, who reacted most quickly, were suddenly lit with blood, and the Purification Gun in his hand was slightly raised, and one shot hit the dark shadow. The ability of vampires gave him unparalleled night vision ability, and also allowed him to find out what was wrong earlier than others. "Uh ah ah ah ah -" The black shadow roared like a beast. The bullet/bullet of the Purification Gun is silvery white, and after pushing into the chest of Sombra, it cannibalize the original color at an incredible speed. The black shadow was suddenly dispersed from the center, turned into countless drops of water and scattered to the ground, and finally pulled back to the original color of the water drops. When Anthony finished solving the dark shadow, he turned around and found that the other trainees were still at a loss in the dark, not knowing what had happened. Damn, there are no street lights here, the moon is blocked again, and the visibility is almost negligible. If you continue to fight like this, the trainees will suffer. "What are you doing in a daze?! Ready to evacuate!" Anthony roared and took the lead to turn around and run back. The puddle connects the corners of the whole street, and the reflection of the small town inside is just a mirror effect on the ground, and it can be overlapped with a slight fold. In the rainy night, thousands of black hands crawled out of it, rushing to reach the trainees. Suddenly greeted with such a roar, everyone woke up, no longer caring what the dark shadows looked like in their eyes, raised the **** of the rifle, and ran back while shooting. But there are too many shadows. In the words of these little popes, the "residents of the evil city of hell" were distorted, like ghosts of life-death, their dark eyes could not even be illuminated by moonlight. They could only make use of the sound of splashing water and the trajectory drawn by the silver-white light bullet in the air, barely identifying the surging color patches, and shooting aimlessly into the darkness. "Wait... don''t shoot, they seem to be..." Several of the trainees saw their appearance clearly and let out a short scream. Someone suddenly turned their heads when they heard the scream, but didn''t want a black shadow to break through the trainees'' gradual retreat line of defense. There was no **** as expected, no separation of the head and limbs, and even the sound of tearing flesh. "Boom¡ª" The person who was rushed by the shadow turned his eyes and fell straight to the ground, splashing him all over with dirty water. So other trainees hurriedly transported him back. After hearing this story, Zong Jiu frowned, "No wounds?" Sure enough, after the re-examination, the trainee lying on the ground showed no signs of injury, whether it was neck or chest, except that he still hadn''t recovered his sanity and was still twitching on the ground, there was no abnormality at all. The white-haired young man squatted on the ground and touched his chin, "Does any of you see exactly what those dark shadows are?" Zhong Yiyuan shook his head, affirming that it was not a ghost. Several trainees hesitated and raised their hands, and Anthony also paused and raised his hands to indicate. Zong Jiu''s gaze turned to the ordinary trainees. "My, my eyes just strengthened. Although it was really dark at the time, I saw a little bit." The streets of the town are simply not ordinary black, that black can even flow, seeping out from the pool of stagnant water, as if it has substantial life, ordinary eyesight enhancement can''t see anything from it. Everyone looked at this trainee. The latter hesitated and said: "They, they seem to be residents of the town." Before the crowd was in an uproar, he added a sentence uncertainly: "It is also possible that I misunderstood, because their appearance is really different from the townspeople in the City of Goodness." There was a dead silence in the side hall. Several other people who raised their hands also nodded silently, expressing affirmation. There was a lot of discussion in the live broadcast room. [Is there a sister who just squatted in this live broadcast room came out to explain what is going on? ¡¿ [Come here, I was here just now, waiting for me to type first. Fortunately, we can adjust the brightness when watching the live broadcast, otherwise we would really be as embarrassed as the trainees] [Isn¡¯t it, harm] [This B-level boss is right. The black shadows are indeed the residents of the town just now. They are not deceived. I am 100% sure of this. There is just one thing. These big bosses may have been too rushed to find out. ..... That shadow melted into the body of the comatose trainee! ¡¿ Zong Jiu stood up from the ground and suddenly raised his eyes, "You roll up all your sleeves and have a look." Everyone does what they say. The trainees rolled up their sleeves, exposing a lot of white arms below. Soon, the exclamation sounded one after another. "Why am I missing a black line!" "Hey, me too!" Two black lines appeared among the twenty-nine trainees who somehow eliminated one of them, but the evil black lines on the other trainees'' hands are still there, there are still six. Faced with this incredible situation, the two trainees also couldn''t figure out the situation. Because they, like everyone else, shot at the dark shadows indiscriminately. "Is it because you hit but we didn''t hit it?" Xu Sukai spoke in thought, and then quickly denied his speculation. In the heavy rain just now, there were countless black shadows coming up, densely packed. There were a total of twenty-nine of them. It is impossible for only two to hit the black shadow. This guess is too outrageous. The little demon sat on the side, sunk himself into the soft cushion of the sofa, supported his chin with both hands, watching them discussing with interest. Zong Jiu glanced back at him, and the latter immediately gave him a sweet smile. "How about this." Zong Jiu straightened up, "Today''s weather is really bad, and there are unexpected conditions. Everyone should go back to rest first, and everything will have to wait for the wounded to wake up tomorrow before making a decision." indeed so. They are here now, and the wounded will not be able to wake up for a while. Before he can figure out what the evil city escaped from outside, rushing into the rain is tantamount to death. Everyone is an advanced trainee, so it''s impossible not to understand this. When the clues are not complete, it is not a good choice to attack rashly. It would rather be time-consuming and not just joke about life and death casually. So the trainees had no choice but to go back to the dormitory behind the cathedral under the leadership of the nun. Only the little demon, Zong Jiu and Anthony were left in the side hall. The white-haired magician rubbed his temples tiredly. The fire from the fireplace leaped on his beautiful face, stretching the shadows cast by the facial features and carving deeper. Anthony looked at the unconscious trainee on the ground with a complicated expression: "They are right, the shadow is indeed a resident of the town. And... it melted into his body." Because of his natural ability, Anthony was the one who watched the whole process completely. At that time, he saw the black shadow pounce on the trainee, blending into the opponent''s body like a water milk/combination, without a trace. Faced with this situation, he also expressed his guesses and reasoning. On the ground is the city of good, and under the ground is the city of evil. The residents of the good city are full of good intentions, and the residents of the evil city are naturally full of malice. The two cities are exactly the same in the reflection on the water, like a mirror refraction. Can it be understood that the residents of the city of evil are exactly the same as the city of good, just like copying and pasting? Watching Anthony leave behind in the corner, the little demon who has been supporting the outsiders of the authorities jumped off the sofa. The nun emerged from behind the shadows, and put the unlucky ghost on the ground to rest on the sofa. The little devil yawned in place, opened his arms to the white-haired youth very skillfully, and began to act like a baby. "It''s so late, so sleepy, brother, let''s go upstairs to sleep together." Zong Jiu glanced at him, and stood still: "I''m sorry, the accompanying/sleeping service is not included in playing with you." The little devil''s eyes rolled around, looking at him expectantly, "Then brother must tell me some bedtime stories." Zong Jiu: "..." Zong Jiu: "You have all the memories of the devil. Rather than listening to the story, it''s better to relive your scum deeds in the future, how about?" Chapter 147: Judgment Day Sure enough, after hearing Zong Jiu''s words, the little devil puffed up his mouth. "Who wants to see the memory of that scumbag!" The magician raised his eyebrows, "But you can''t deny that he is the future you." While the two of them were talking, the nun who had placed the trainees hurried back to report. "Under the Pope''s crown, according to your instructions, you put a charcoal basin in each room, and the doors and windows are closed in advance." The little devil nodded, "Thanks for your hard work. Let''s rest early, everyone." As he said, he turned his head to the white-haired young man and stretched out his hand, "Let''s go, the eldest brother''s room is next to my room, and I will feel better when I go to bed and get up early. The more Zong Jiu looked at it, the more surprised he was, but he didn''t say much, and left in the direction the other party led the way. The child''s hands were warm and warm, and the magician''s slender fingers were wrapped with the ruby ??ring he was wearing. Nothing is not as cold as a human being in adulthood, but like a small warm stove. "Speaking of..." The white-haired young man stretched his tone, and his voice seemed to be inadvertently inquiring: "I''m really curious, what exactly have you experienced before you will become the way you grow up." This question really made Zong Jiubai puzzled. Not to mention other people who have not seen the relationship between the little devil and no.1, even if Zong Jiu sees it, sometimes he can''t help but feel the magical reality. The six-year-old demon character is simply a little angel. Although it has a child-like cunning, it is also really cute. He even takes the initiative to care for others and arranges everything in an orderly manner. The adult devil has a bad personality, moody and unpredictable. He also likes to see others struggling in the quagmire, taking pleasure in the pain of others, and being full of malice. Generally speaking, the character changes in the future are basically what happened between childhood and growing up. Many children are naughty and lively when they are young, and they can suffer from family changes, campus bullying, social unrest, etc., etc., which will lead to completely different personalities in the future. The appearance of the devil, at first glance, you can tell that it was crooked during the growth period, and the crooked one is still very outrageous, and it is impossible to save it. Zong Jiu Guess, what happened to the original world of no.1, that is, the Super S Grade dungeon. Not only did the demon succeed in perverting, it also gave him the ability to manipulate puppet silk and shuttle shadows. After all, the special abilities in the infinite loop come from the copy in the final analysis. Since the original world of No.1 is a super S-class copy, the abilities obtained from the copy are naturally strong enough to guard against the sky, so it makes perfect sense. The figure of the boy walking beside him had a backache. The two walked to the corner of the church corridor. The light and dark are distinct here, with lights burning on the walls behind and in front, and the bright and extinguished light is cut on the iron bars of the stairs, and the light and dark are interlaced and reflected on the angular face of the little demon, obscure. For a moment, the little boy''s profile looked a little lonely. It was not because he was sad, but because there was a future memory in the six-year-old personality. "Brother wants to know?" He measured his face, and the soft black hair clinging to his cheeks, the dull hair on the top of his head curled up, revealing a smile that was the same as usual. "Yes." Zong Jiu replied very refreshingly. Don''t waste information that is gained in vain. Taking advantage of the little devil''s flickering, let''s talk about it first. After the big devil comes back, he will pass the village and there is no shop. "it is good." The little devil smiled, with a faint smile, "If my brother wants to know, then I will tell my brother, but not today." "If I knew it as an adult, that would be terrible." As he said, he stuck out his tongue embarrassedly, "Who makes me like my brother so much? Even if he knows, he can''t lift me up and spank me." The magician gave a face-saving laugh from his throat. It''s so funny to see the little devil complain about the big devil. The adult devil is really a hatred of dogs, even when he was a child, he didn''t like him, and he was a failure in life. The two people walked up the spiral staircase of the cathedral to the top. The top floor is the Pope¡¯s room. The long corridor is covered with a dark red carpet, the edges of which are hand-woven with gold threads, wrapped around the surface of tufts of tassels. The lights on the wall were dim, illuminating the gray-white granite stone wall surrounding it. Zong Jiu opened the heavy wooden door and walked in with the little demon. The room is very large with a dazzling array of artworks. There are sculptures, oil paintings, and exquisite ornaments made of red gold. The central large bed is filled with comfortable feathers, which is incredibly soft. The curtain fell like a skirt from the highest part of the room, surrounding the big bed, like a woman''s veil. Zong Jiu took out his holy sword of physics, knelt down and stretched it into the fireplace twice, picking up the red firewood below, watching them burst into flames, and then let go. The first time it was used, the physics holy sword used as a torch flew back to his earlobe. "You go to sleep, I''m leaving." After sending the person, Zong Jiu casually put his hand in/in his pocket, ignoring the little devil''s pleading and slightly hopeful look, and turned away without hesitation. "But brother, it''s raining and thundering outside, I''m so scared." Before he took a few steps, the little devil''s muffled voice came from behind. "Well, I''ll do a magic trick for you." The magician turned his head, his dexterous fingers fluttered in the air, not knowing where he conjured a small-arm doll rabbit, stuffed it into the little boy''s arms, patted him on the shoulder, showing an encouraging smile. "Hey, hold it if you can''t sleep, and you''ll fall asleep soon." "You have to grow up, come on, my brother is optimistic about you." little devil:"......" In the end, he still failed to keep the magician. After the big wooden door "crunched--" closed, the dead silence in the huge room was restored again. The heavy door panels and granite stone walls are enough to isolate all sounds, and the closed window lattices also block the vigorous wind and rain outside to a minimum, and you can only hear the sound from the subtle to the subtle gap. There was no electricity in the church, and it was dark at night. The room was too big. The flame in the fireplace rose up and then retracted. He lay lazily on the wood and burned. There were not many open flames, and he couldn''t see his fingers. The little boy stood on the spot, listening to the footsteps going away outside the door, bowed his head unclearly, and slowly hugged the doll rabbit in his arms tightly. ...... Early the next morning, the church began morning prayers. The residents of the town arrived as scheduled, one by one, lining up from the door of the cathedral. Everyone dipped holy water from the white holy water basin, painted crosses on their chests and foreheads, and prayed devoutly. After waking up, the trainees also went downstairs one by one. Some trainees even spontaneously formed a small team to take a stroll outside the town. Now they are standing on the side with complicated expressions. They have avoided thinking about the past and avoiding memories. But this town is really beautiful. Almost everyone can find their own memories of life in the real world in a small town. Maybe it''s an ice cream truck, maybe a bakery, or my yard when I was a kid. Perhaps as the town residents themselves said, are reality and illusion so important? When the illusion is real enough, how can you tell if the reality is originally illusion? On one side is an infinite world with uncertain future and ghosts and shadows; on the other side is a warm and peaceful haven. How to choose is not so difficult. The barrage in the live broadcast room all felt the same. [To be honest, even if there are no trainees'' relatives in this copy, as long as safety can be guaranteed, there should be countless trainees choosing to stay] [Yes, if there is a choice, who would be willing to stay in the infinite loop, maybe this time with luck and survive, who knows whether he will die in the next round of dungeons? Alas, the senior Guiguzi was so strong at the beginning, he was so dispirited, and left nothing, let alone us ordinary people] [Indeed, I will stay after changing me, I really feel the same way] Xu Su rarely spoke or looked up. At this moment, there were several exclamations from the trainees. After the morning prayer was over, many townspeople hesitated to step forward and asked the trainees if they wanted to eat breakfast with them. "My son, Mom made you your favorite rice noodles. Can you come to your house and try it?" "You used to have your favorite breakfast shop in town. Dad hasn''t chatted with you for a long time. Knowing how hard you have been on this road, if you are unhappy or unhappy, why not come to chat with Dad? " Anthony''s golden retriever also howled twice, his big ears drooping, and happily threw himself on the half-vampire''s feet and rolled around. In short, if you can complete the main task, you will stay. Because after I figured out my plan to stay, the attitude of the trainees was not as resistant as before. So someone found out what was wrong. A few of the townspeople are missing, and a few relatives of the trainees have not come. Zhong Yiyuan, who was wearing glasses, felt strange, so he asked by the way, "Where did my grandma go?" When he asked, the other townsman got stuck and kept silent. Zhong Yiyuan suddenly seemed to think of something, and his expression became more and more anxious. "Where is my grandma, where did my grandma go?!" In the real world, his grandmother died as early as when he was in high school, just before the college entrance examination, so the villagers followed his grandmother''s wishes, and no one spoke. When he returned to the village after the college entrance examination was over, the first seven had already passed, and he didn''t even see his grandmother''s last glance. Since then, he has become the biggest regret in his heart. So when I saw my late grandma in the small town, Zhong Yiyuan''s tears came down directly. It is already a miracle to be able to meet the dead, and many people can''t see it again after exhausting their calls. It was also because Zhong Yiyuan had Yin and Yang eyes, so he became obsessive. "She... she..." The townspeople hesitated, but in the end they only sighed with a bitter voice, "My baby, your grandmother is willing, don''t blame yourself." This sentence was like a bolt from the blue sky, which immediately stunned Zhong Yi away. His voice trembled, finally affirming the guess in his heart. "Last night, the person I hit last night was my grandma?" Chapter 148: Judgment Day Zhong Yiyuan''s words were like a bolt from the blue, and everyone was shocked at once. The first thing everyone thought of was the situation last night. The first reaction was another trainee. This trainee also had only five black lines of sin in his hands. Last night, he and Zhong Yiyuan were the only ones who eliminated one sin, and the others remained as usual. Soon, he also discovered that something was wrong, and he confirmed Zhong Yiyuan''s speculation more and more. "Wait, where''s grandma? Where did my grandma go?" [I wiped it, is this copy of the original intention to let the trainees cut off the fetters of their loved ones, in order to stay in this copy? ¡¿ [My God, even if you know that it is fake, there is no way to kill your own relatives by yourself! What''s more, these NPCs still have their memories...Seriously, this is no less than killing them with your own hands, alas] [I know this S-level copy is definitely not that simple. I was suspicious before, how could the main system be so kind to let the trainees leave the game and stay here, and they can go back to the infinite loop at any time, and they have to kill their relatives if they want to stay, speechless] The NPC who was questioned by Yiyuan wiped his tears, "My baby, we won''t blame you. If we can use our lives for you to survive, we are really willing from the heart." The other NPCs also nodded silently, watching their eyes full of inevitable kindness. Zong Jiu frowned, "Do you mean that those dark shadows were you last night? Only by killing you can the sin be eliminated?" "No, that''s not the case. Those people were not us last night... and we can''t say that." The nun who had been silently guarding the side spoke up. She drew a cross on her chest, "You are born with sin, and this sin is inherent and cannot be shaken off, but if so, then all of us will not be able to pass Judgment Day." Everyone calmed down and listened to the nun slowly narrating. This incident has to be traced back to the origin of this copy of the S-level Judgment Day. A year ago, the angel sent an oracle to inform everyone in the town that the end of the world would be ushered in a year later. Before the end of the world, God decides to open the trial and determine the fate of all people. The guilty will go to hell, and the innocent will go to heaven. As we all know, people are born with sin, just as there is always a shadow in the sun, which is like a shadow and cannot be shaken off. If this is the case, then all humans will not be able to pass the trial, and are destined to be smashed by the sky fire, swallowed by the sulfur magma, and fall into hell. The people in the small town were in a panic, kneeling in the cathedral all day long to confess and pray, hoping that God would give them a chance. Perhaps it was God¡¯s favor, or the town¡¯s residents were pious. One day, a young pope was born in the town. On the day the little pope was born, bright light fell from the sky. He was born with the miraculous power that can drive away evil, and as long as he confessed and repented, he could achieve the goal of eliminating evil. The little pope was compassionate for the world, so he used his own power to help the residents of the town to distinguish between good and evil personalities. Since then there has been a city of evil. The city of evil is on the back of the city of good, and the city of good is a mirror reflection. Not only the buildings are symmetrical, but even the residents of the town are also symmetrical. Because the inhabitants of the evil city are the evil personality of the inhabitants of the good city. Good personality contains the brightest side of a person, and has the seven virtues that angels promote praise. The wicked personality contains the darkest side of man, it is the precepts and doctrines of **** and the devil, the seven deadly sins. After being stripped of their personality, the residents of the City of Good will lose their shadows forever, because there is no haze under the light, and even angels have no shadows. The nun said slowly: "In this case, we can pass the judgment of God and **** Christ and ascend to heaven by the day of Judgment Day. And the inhabitants of evil personality will take the blame for us and complete it in hell. Forgive me." Anthony understood something, stinking a face, "We didn''t have any shadows when we entered this copy. Could it be that we were also separated from the evil personality?" "not really." The nun wearing a black scarf nodded, "The purifying power under the Pope''s crown is too strong. In order to prevent the residents of the evil city from breaking through the shackles, the subordinate''s power has been extended to the entire town. But the guests are from a different space. As for the outsiders, the method of separating personality does not apply to you. It¡¯s just that when you enter the town, everyone¡¯s evil side will be temporarily suppressed and turned into seven black lines of evil." "So that''s why it was said before that as long as the black line on the arm is removed, Judgment Day can be passed." Because the removal of the black line is the same for the residents of the City of Harmony to separate their personalities. It is just the same. At this point, her eyes were full of apologetics, "Sorry, because everyone was in a bad mood yesterday, we did not choose to inform the first time, please believe that we are not malicious." Speaking of this, everyone suddenly realized. After entering this copy, the emotions of all the trainees are somewhat wrong. Not only was the memory unblocked, but it also became emotional and emotional. What''s more terrifying is that they can''t afford evil thoughts. If it is just to survive, and knowing that the NPCs of this copy are all fake, in fact, the massacre is not unacceptable. Because their evil thoughts are suppressed, the only good that is left is not allowed to give rise to evil thoughts. At least not like Zhong Yiyuan is now, the whole person sat on the ground like a lost soul, and began to cry. [My God... I just said that the trainees of this copy are a little emotional, but I didn¡¯t expect it to be the reason] [Even emotions can be manipulated, mother, I take back the previous sentence, the collapse of the outside world is really nothing, self-collapse is the most terrifying] [If you want to pass Judgment Day, you have to have a good personality. No, the personality is not complete, even if the judgment day is passed, it will be a hidden danger after returning to the trainee dormitory. Good and evil are all necessary components of human beings, and nothing can be done without them. If you stay in this copy...be kind forever, okay, you can only say that if you lose, you have to gain, at least you don''t have to lose your life, right? ¡¿ On the other side, the minds of the trainees were all messed up, and they could only continue to listen to the nuns. "As for last night... midnight is the day when night and day intersect, plus the specular reflection of rain on the ground, and the personality of the evil city escaped." "Why does the villain want to escape?" The nun sighed, "They want people from the city of Rashan to go into the water." In fact, it is understandable, because the wicked personality is also a part of human beings. When being separated rashly, no one would be willing to just fall into **** and make atonement for a good personality in hell. What''s more, it is the same personality, but the other person can ascend to heaven. This It is too unfair. So before the Judgment Day, the wicked personality fought back frantically, in order to be able to pull the people from the city of good into the water. "Because good and evil personalities are interlinked, if the evil personality is hit by the purifying gun, the good personality opposite will also disappear. So far, what we have known can allow outsiders to atone for their sins and eliminate the black line on the arm The only way is this." The npc has a bitter face, "We only need to pray to the pope, and outsiders must clear their sins to offset their sins." But they are all voluntary. Voluntarily killed by the trainees, using their sins to offset the sins of the trainees, without complaint. [So the difficulty of this copy is even greater? Since you are unwilling to choose main line one, you can only choose main line two to destroy the dungeon, good guy, both lines have to start with their relatives] [In addition to the emotional effect, the current trainees are all of good personality, so it''s weird that they can get it off] [I am the only one who has been wondering why there is no black line of evil in the hands of the magician? Now after listening to the explanation of the dungeon NPC, I am even more confused. Is it possible that a magician is born without sin? ? ? This is not realistic, right?] [This dungeon doesn¡¯t have an npc, it¡¯s the cute little pope, doesn¡¯t it also have a black line, but I am also starting to wonder, is there anything in common between the little pope and magician? ¡¿ [For example... They look good. jpg (Don¡¯t hit me)] There is nothing wrong with the description of npc, or even concealment. Zong Jiu put away the tarot cards. At exactly this moment, the trainee who was unconscious and fused with the wicked personality last night also woke up. He looked very confused, a little bit unaware of the situation. Because he was neither injured nor had any adverse reactions. It''s just that the nun told him regretfully that he was destined to be unable to pass Judgment Day. "why?!" The trainee who had regained his shadow jumped up from the ground, "Why can''t I pass Judgment Day?" He also wanted to stay in this dungeon after completing the main mission, but now he was thrown down by a basin of cold water. "If we are possessed by a wicked personality, we can ask the Pope for help, but we don''t have a way for outsiders to separate the good and evil personalities..." The nun smiled bitterly, "Or you can choose to kill a few more of your family members, and try to isolate the evil personality that has been incorporated into your body?" Others are feeling tight again, especially those trainees who plan to stay in this copy. If you want to stay, not only do you have to slaughter the NPCs who are exactly the same as your own family, but you also have to be careful not to be possessed by them. Zong Jiu proceeded with a pan, and said coolly, "Why don''t we choose the second main mission." Even the npc nodded approvingly, "If you choose the second task, there are enough explosives/powder in the town, and you can kill us only by removing the evil personality." "No!" "No, you can''t choose the second task!" Immediately, some trainees screamed against them, and the number was not rare. Everyone tweeted, "There is no need to destroy the dungeon. Finally, there is such a place where you can retire halfway. If you miss this village, you won''t have this shop." "Indeed, let''s not talk about how difficult it is to destroy the copy. Obviously we have another option. We should always consider everyone''s opinions." Some trainees even whispered, "Brother Nine, where your strength lies, you will surely be the last one hundred people to survive when you return to the trainee dormitory. But our strength is limited. It is not that we want to be cowards, but we really don¡¯t. Know if I can survive." "Yes, Brother Nine, although everyone is willing to follow you, this issue is really realistic...We just want to survive." "Brother Nine..." Countless pairs of eyes looked at him pleadingly. Among them are the trainees who followed him from the beginning of the deserted village, the class 9 students who fought side by side in the copy of the first middle school, and the team members who ran around in the playground during the Halloween event. At this point, no more explanation is needed. Zong Jiu had guessed this result long ago. People stand on their own interests, no matter how united the collective, as long as inconsistent interests are involved, they will eventually become strangers. If you insist on persisting, I''m afraid it will be an internal division and a fight against each other. If it gets to that point, it would be too ugly. The big deal is that the team mode completes the inner ghost mode. He can destroy this copy by himself. The magician''s task is to ensure that everyone survives from this copy. As for their wishes, it doesn''t matter at all in this copy that is manipulated by the main system. Zong Jiu sighed in his heart and said faintly: "I know." Chapter 149: Judgment Day Hearing what Zong Jiu said, many trainees breathed a sigh of relief. The only A-level trainees in their team are Zong Jiu and Anthony. One of the two is the strongest newcomer who is favored by many S-level bosses, and the other is the absolute high-level under the first organization, the night clan. Neither of them can Affordable existence. In addition, there are some trainees in the team who have experienced the previous copies with Zong Jiu, and there are also the night races who have followed Anthony. After all, they are not unrelated strangers. With a little affection in it, no one is good to take the lead. Open the mouth, breaking the original peaceful atmosphere of this team. If a consensus can be reached, it would be better. "But I''ll talk ugly first." While insisting not to carry out the second main line task, the trainees were relieved, Zong Jiu spoke again, and this sentence made everyone feel their throats again. "As long as everyone was divided into teams, I said that in the dungeon, you must absolutely obey the captain''s orders." This sentence is correct. When grouping in the trainee dormitory, the team leader was led by Zhuge An, Zongjiu, Fanzhuo, Tuyumen and the Exorcist. Under their appeal, many A-level trainees and most of the B-level The trainees are willing to join their alliance. Then Zong Jiu led the team without any other requirements except as long as they obey the order. The same goes for team formation in an infinite loop. Players who join the team must unconditionally obey the command of the captain. If there is a violation of the order in the middle, the survivor will be blacklisted, and it will be difficult to find a good team in the future. "Everyone said to me that they wanted to live as much as possible, and I agreed." The white-haired young man stood in place, his face pale, and his expression was indistinguishable. "This is my primary consideration. I only promise to take you out of this copy. I don''t guarantee whether you can stay here." "So next, everyone try to prepare their own guns. I will not interfere with your choice. But if there is a problem with the first main line, regardless of the opinion, I will only target the interests of the group." No one spoke this time. Although many trainees tend to stay here, if their lives are threatened, it is definitely better to die than to live. The barrage is full of emotion. [The magician is really good, obviously he can lie down in this copy, and he is still thinking about the people in the team now] [Yeah, he has always been like this. It was also in the first middle school before, and Mingguang could test the top few on his own, so he didn¡¯t have to worry about not being able to pass the copy. In the end, he was willing to seek justice for the two volunteers who sacrificed themselves] [Indeed, my view of magicians has changed a lot. I thought he was arrogant and dragged before, but now I find that he is really a good person. Hey, confess, I was really cramped before I thought he was very similar to that adult, so I got down on my knees. jpg] [Actually, I¡¯m telling you, upstairs, I think so too, kneeling side by side.jpg] "Next, you will form a small team to complete the main task, and I will not act with you." After reaching a consensus unilaterally, Zong Jiu was satisfied. He has always been accustomed to his own way, as long as he is obedient, who cares what they think. In fact, Zong Jiu didn''t intend to listen to other people''s opinions after hearing that the NPC said that the trainees were suppressed by both personality and emotion in this copy. In Zong Jiu''s eyes, people with unsound personalities have no right to speak. As long as he brings these people back to the trainee dormitory safely, it will not be too late to thank him when their brains return. The next main question is to see how to destroy this copy. Last time I bombed the school with physical means, it was all in the right time and place, and it was integrated. Now this copy obviously doesn''t have so many conditions. Even if the residents of the City of Goodness can provide them with supplies, but on Judgment Day, if the angel descends, the angel will be counted as an NPC. Is it possible that he still has to be in heaven? This is obviously unrealistic. Zong Jiu wanted to come to a curve to save the country. Before, the little devil told him that as long as the adult body of the devil could come back, the copy could be destroyed. The little devil has more credit in Zong Jiu than the big devil. Of course, this is based on the premise that he can''t play language tricks after testing with tarot cards. Now that you can find a simpler and trouble-free way, why not let no.1 be listed, which saves time and effort, so you don''t have to use it for no avail. ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Having said that, Zong Jiu turned to the nun, "Where is the Pope?" Generally speaking, the pope should be present to preside at the morning prayer, but the cardinal presided over this morning. Just now, his attention was focused on this city of good and evil, but he didn''t pay attention to the little devil that had never appeared. The nun replied, "The thunderstorm was so heavy last night, I shouldn''t get up yet now." Having said this, she suddenly exclaimed in a low voice, then turned around and asked other people, "Did you light the candlestick yesterday?" The priests were taken aback and shook their heads. There were too many things last night, not only to clean up the restaurant after the sacrament, but also to inspect the church and arrange these guests properly. For a while, everyone forgot to go to the Pope¡¯s room and set the match. "It''s okay, I''ll go up and take a look." Zong Jiu waved his hand carelessly, and he was about to go upstairs. "Please wait." The nun stopped him and hesitated: "Please also try not to wake Mianxia... Mianxia always sleeps badly in the thunder and rainy nights. It is estimated that it will be delayed until this morning, when the day appears. Sleeping." She looked annoyed, "Everyone knows the fear of the dark, and we all blamed us for forgetting to light the candlestick last night." Zong Jiu: "..." It took him three full seconds to digest the information before he nodded, "Okay, I won''t wake him up." When he went upstairs, Zong Jiu still had doubts about what the nun said. A joke, the devil is afraid of the dark? Zong Jiu remembered that he had touched and stole roses in the room of no.1 in order to complete the task drawn in the game of kings. The decoration style of the room is gorgeous and weird, not to mention it, but there is no light in it. If he hadn''t strengthened his eyesight to the highest level, he would really be out of sight in the dark. And what was the devil doing at the time? He was taking a bath with squinting eyes in the big tub in his room. It can be seen that the other party is not only not afraid of the dark, but even enjoys the dark. Not to mention that no.1 has a skill that is shuttle shadows. After all, it is the devil himself, even if he is six years old, he is not really afraid of the dark and thunder, right? Who will believe it? Thinking of last night that the little devil had indeed pleaded with him to stay with this excuse, Zong Jiu was a little uncertain. He gently pushed open the door in the center of the top floor. The room was very dark, only one window was not covered by the tapestry, revealing some faint light. However, this window was too far from the bed, even farther than the fireplace. The light projected in through the glass and reflected on the crimson carpet, forming a bright spot. Relying on his night vision ability, Zong Jiu closed the door behind him and silently approached the big bed in the center. Through the veil-like curtains, you can see that the person on the bed is trapped in the soft bed, shrinking his entire little person into the bed, with long curled eyelashes hanging on the eyelids, breathing smoothly long. The little boy''s sleeping face was not peaceful, and the delicate doll-like eyebrows seemed to reveal a deep exhaustion. Zong Jiu noticed that he was still holding a dark thing in his arms while lying on his side, and when he looked closer, he realized that it was the rabbit doll he had made for him last night. The doll was only the size of an arm to Zong Jiu, but it was enough to be held in his arms by the little devil as a pillow. The long bunny ears hung around the boy''s neck, undulating slightly with the rise and fall of his chest. Unprepared. The white-haired young man stared at him for a long time, only then confirmed that the little devil was really unaware of his arrival. Sure enough... After becoming a child, his special abilities disappeared, even his physical fitness plummeted. I just don¡¯t know what the nuns mentioned. The pope has divided their good and evil and has the special ability to purify. In the end, it is the ability that this copy gives the devil, it is really no.1 own ability. If it is his own ability, how the devil has never used it. If it is the ability granted by the dungeon, what role does the little pope play in the dungeon? The magician thought nonchalantly, like a cat who has always been agile and light, walking silently to the bed and sitting down. The Pope¡¯s bed was large enough that he sitting on the edge of the bed would not affect the sleeping people in the middle of the bed. Zong Jiu looked away from the sleeping little demon, staring at the cards at his fingertips in a daze. Even if the devil had only a six-year-old personality now, the unsuspecting guy in front of him who slept sweetly was still his old enemy. If Zong Jiu thinks, he only needs to apply a light force, and the card in his hand will easily pierce the opponent''s slender neck, causing the latter to fall into the rupture of the aorta in his sleep, causing the death of excessive blood loss. The adult body of the devil also exists on the basis of the little demon. If the little demon dies, the adult body is estimated to no longer exist. It only needs to be so lightly-- The magician opened his hand and gestured, it was easier than he thought. But for some reason, he found that he had no interest in taking advantage of this situation. Zong Jiu didn''t want to kill the little demon in front of him at all. Even if they only confirmed the unending relationship between mortal enemies not long ago. Perhaps it is because he has set a moral bottom line for himself, no matter how frantic he is, he will not attack the child. Or maybe he wanted to defeat the big devil more dignifiedly, but the little devil couldn''t raise his interest at all. In short, Zong Jiu didn''t think too much, and didn''t want to think deeply. The magician put away the cards in unease, propped his head, closed his eyes and meditated. Zong Jiu was more interested in what the nun said just now. Unexpectedly, the six-year-old demon was really afraid of the dark. It''s bizarre. ...... Until noon, the person on the bed finally showed signs of moving. The little demon woke up from his sleep, and subconsciously hugged the doll in his arm, only then did he notice an unclear silhouette drawn in the darkness not far away. He opened his eyes in shock, and the next second he realized that the man in the dark had lit the candlestick on the bedside table like a trick. The bright and extinguished candlelight illuminates the face of the white-haired young man, shining brightly, like Narcissus, the beautiful and charming daffodil boy in Greek mythology. "Woke up?" Before he could react, Zong Jiu said lightly, "If the candle is not lit next time, remember to come to me to light it." Chapter 150: Judgment Day In the next few days, everything went on step by step. Zong Jiu did not participate in the teams organized by other trainees in the team, but Anthony, as his eyeliner, has always collected and passed information to him. Surviving in this dungeon like Xanadu is still a very fascinating thing, not to mention that the Evil City is sure to fall into **** after passing the Judgment Day, so there are many trainees in the team who have experienced intense psychological suffering. , I chose to kill those NPCs who escaped from the evil city. And the NPCs in the City of Good, as they said, accepted their death without complaint. Faced with this scene, these trainees constantly hypnotize themselves, which is false. Set up a thick psychological armor for yourself and pull the trigger. Of course, there are very few people like Xu Su who either will never attack their relatives, or are very determined to return to the real world, but unfortunately there are not many of them. There are not many choices left to them, because the second main line destroys the copy, and the way on the bright side is the same as the first one. It was only five days before Judgment Day. Soon, three days passed. Zong Jiu didn''t do anything in the past few days, but strictly abided by his promise to play with the little devil, occasionally prying out some new intelligence and information from the other party. I don''t know if it''s because of the full memory of the adult body that the precocious little devil is completely different from ordinary children. He is very busy every day. In the morning, he has to get up before dawn to prepare for morning prayers, preside over lunch at noon, listen to the townspeople¡¯s confession and prayer in the afternoon, and go to the library behind the cathedral to read books in the evening, and only have a little freedom in the morning. time. Boys of this age are either playing with building blocks or toys. The little devil is very relieved. Although Zong Jiu promised to play with him, in fact, the only thing necessary every day is to read bedtime stories at night, and he only needs to be with him during the day. Most importantly, he is very quiet, not so quiet as a noisy six-year-old. "Since the nun said that the inhabitants of the city of good have separate good and evil personalities, what about you?" "Me?" The little devil was stunned for a long time before he reacted, "Big brother, don''t worry. I have received the suppression of this copy, and it is impossible to separate my personality. I am not so much as a perpetrator, but as I am. It is the anchor of good and evil." "Furthermore...I will always be judged." In the afternoon, they were basking in the sun on the green grass behind the church. The warm sunlight is shining down from the sky, shining on people, and it is warm. The white-haired young man with his head closed closed his eyes, "Is the ability of the townsfolk to separate good and evil in your mouth to purify it?" The little devil nodded, and little white fluorescent light floated on his immature little hand, his expression flat. "Like not being afraid of flames, these two are my innate abilities." Zong Jiu keenly noticed the words "innate" in his words. As if he had discovered his doubts, the little devil hugged his knees and whispered: "It''s just my ability, to be precise, my ability before the age of six. Not after the age of six." This sentence can explain why the great devil has no purification ability, but why it turns into a puppet thread and the shadow shuttles is still an unsolved mystery. And Zong Jiu didn''t know the ability to fear the flame. Noting that the little devil was not in a high mood, Zong Jiu was empathetic and didn''t ask much in the spirit of caring for the child. In his heart, he became more and more curious about what the devil experienced in that Super S Grade dungeon after he was six years old. In the afternoon, it was time to confess to the townspeople. Even if the two personalities are separated, the townspeople still often commit crimes. So every day, the little pope is as busy as spinning tops. Most of the time, he has to stay in the confession room to listen to the believers'' confession, and then forgive their sins. Confessing to any cardinal in the church will not get such a result. After all, it is too tired to maintain the activation ability for a long time. When the little demon comes out of the confession room again, his face is as pale as paper. . "Don''t worry, I''m fine, just a good night''s sleep." The little boy put down the bishop''s scepter in his hand and showed a soothing smile, "Speaking of which, thank you brother for his doll. With it, I sleep a lot more peacefully every day." Zong Jiu said nothing. But isn''t it, the little devil is almost holding the rabbit doll every day like holding the bishop''s scepter. Enough to see his love. There are only two days until Judgment Day, and everyone is busy. There are fewer and fewer NPCs in the town. Many trainees have eliminated five to six black lines of evil, and they are only one step away from success. Among them, more and more trainees were accidentally possessed by residents of the Evil City, and unfortunately they were told that they could no longer complete the first main task. The barrage is also worried. [It seems that this dungeon main system is determined to split the team inside] [The trainees who cannot complete the first main task must find another way, but the second main task touches the practical interests of the trainees of the first main task] [Oh...I hope that there will be no internal strife. I just went to the live broadcast room for a walk. Many teams of low-level trainees have been wiped out. There are also many live studio teams that have also started to engage in internal strife, which is very embarrassing] [Indeed, they are all friends who used to fight together. It''s funny, but in fact, everyone might have misunderstood it before. After all, at the end of the horror trainee competition, everyone has to be hostile, vying for the last one hundred places. The main system may be preparing for a rainy day, and it may be possible to destroy the league.] Sure enough, the expected differences appeared. Anthony and Xu Su, plus Zhong Yiyuan''s group of people plan to take the second main task, other trainees are doing everything possible to stop them. The former contacted their familiar NPCs and family members, and had taken advantage of these few days to plant explosives and other arrangements around the town. But the first team of trainees quietly followed behind them and removed all the ambushes they had made. It was another night talk. Zong Jiu rubbed his temple wearily, and sent away Anthony who came to look for him. The white-haired young man walked to the window and stared at the night outside. It was almost midnight, Judgment Day was getting closer, and there was only one day. In the oracle descended by the angels, on the last day of the end of the world, when the first ray of sunlight falls in the early morning, the trial will begin. Zong Jiu didn''t ask about the way to get the devil''s adult body back. But the answer the little devil gave him was to wait until Judgment Day, and the big devil would come back by himself. What the little devil said was new, but Zong Jiu didn''t figure out the relevance of this. They are also the "naturally holy" people in the NPC town. As we all know, a person who is born holy can pass the Judgment Day directly without being punished. But why did the little devil say that he still has to be judged? After Judgment Day is over, it is to be executed. Is it possible that although the little devil is the six-year-old personality of the devil, after all, they are still the same person, so heaven will not accept him. **** Christ still wants him to pay for the sins committed by the devil in the future? The magician stood by the window for a long time, only to realize that it seemed to be raining outside again. The wind roared and convoluted, beating on the town without limit. The black clouds are like the dead sea surging up, bit by bit occupying the night sky that was deep enough. The shining thunder light rolled behind the dark clouds, rumbling through the world. Even if Zong Jiu was standing here, he could feel a faint drizzle of cold drizzle entrained by the wind, slowly falling from his cheeks. With his eyesight, a group of trainees could be seen in the distance behind the rain curtain hunting down the NPCs in the Evil City. The light bullet pierced the night sky, screaming and shattering the chest of the shadow, the scream was not clear through the rain curtain. Zong Jiu then remembered that after entering this copy, he had not taken the initiative to meet the old nun. The old nun''s old church is on the edge of the town. She is pious enough on weekdays and does not need to come to the cathedral to pray for blessings like other townspeople. Because to be honest, even if this copy is exactly the same as the real world he once lived in, Zong Jiu won''t stay for a while. What''s more, the old nun passed away a long time ago. Instead of keeping such a beautiful illusion, it is better to let her be buried in memory forever. It is impossible for him to be immersed in the illusion. "Noisy¡ª" A flash of lightning flashed through the sky, tearing the night apart, and fell to the wilderness not far away. Zong Jiu retracted his eyes. He raised the candlestick on the side and was about to take a look in the little devil''s room next door when the door not far away was knocked suddenly. "Tuk, Tuk, Tuk." The person who knocked on the door seemed very hesitant, and immediately died down after three knocks, and there was no more movement. The magician walked to the door and opened it. Outside the door, the little boy holding the pillow seemed to be taken aback and took a step back subconsciously. Compared with the neatly combed hair during the day, the little devil now has his head messed up like a chicken coop, his head is raised up high, and he is wearing a linen pajamas. The velvet pillow he holds on his chest is almost the same as that of him. Big. Of course, in addition to the pillow, he also hugged the bunny doll that had hardly left his hand in the past few days, as if to draw the power to face the night from it again. Facing the brows and eyes of the white-haired magician Yan Li, the little devil swallowed, showing a pitiful expression. "Brother... outside, the thunder outside is so big, I''m a little scared." The six-year-old little demon and the adult demon are not so different in stage numbers, at least Zong Jiu could see through the kid''s idea at a glance. The young man paused. After all, he turned sideways and opened a gap, "Come in." The little devil endured it for a long time before he maintained a face of horror that couldn''t help but didn''t let his own joy raise his eyebrows so much. But for a child, it''s just normal to look happy and look good, and the steps he walks are subconsciously jumping and jumping, and at a glance, he knows whether he is in a good mood or not. Zong Jiu shook his head in his heart. When he put down the candlestick and turned his head back again, the little devil was already very well-behaved and lay on his bed. By the way, the quilt on the bed was neatly folded, looking at him expectantly. Zong Jiu: "..." What is this guy looking forward to. The white-haired young man looked like a smile, "It''s so late, go to bed. If you dare to quarrel with me in the middle of the night, I''ll kick you off, do you hear?" The little devil nodded hurriedly, closed his eyes immediately, and expressed his determination with actions. It''s strange to say that he was so afraid of thunder and rainy nights, but sleeping beside this person was unexpectedly sweet. After closing his eyes, the little devil thought in a daze. Soon, the little boy''s breathing became even, and he fell into a sweet sleep. He didn''t even frown his brows subconsciously when he fell asleep on weekdays. Zong Jiu looked at him for a while, and after confirming that the little devil was really asleep, he opened the quilt and lay down. I don''t know if it was because of the cold wind pouring into the quilt, the little devil held the rabbit doll and turned over in a daze. It coincided that the blown out candle flickered. Before the room fell into darkness, the magician glanced at one of them, his eyes suddenly sharpened. He was silent for two seconds in the dark, only then re-ignited the candlestick and lifted the quilt. The boy carried him on his back, perhaps because of his sleeping position, rubbing a large piece of skin with a little fat on his back. On it, criss-crossing scars and black lines of sin were intertwined, densely entangled in the dim candlelight, shocking. Chapter 151: Judgment Day The little devil hugged the rabbit doll and slept very sweetly. This is the most stable sleep he has ever had since entering this instance, and he has not been trapped in the nightmare of future memories for the whole night. Although the town outside the window was squally rainy, lightning flashes and thunder, and occasionally thunder shot down from the clouds, resounding through the wilderness, it did not affect his sleep. No dream for a night. The little devil woke up from his sleep until the early morning sun rose from the east. His long, curved eyelashes hung down and flickered for a while before he realized his consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the young man lay his head on his back, his pale pink eyes without sleep. The wide nightgown outlines the thin waistline of the young man, and the long white hair slips from his body and spreads it on the dark bed, like weaving a clear and beautiful moonlight. The nose seems to be stained with the cold scent of the other person''s body like pine, which immediately makes people feel excited. The little devil blinked his dark brown eyes and showed a big smile, "Big brother early." I don''t know why, but my instinct tells him that the magician''s mood doesn''t seem so good. The little devil couldn''t help but start to remember what he did out of the ordinary last night. But he has always slept very honestly and quite peacefully. What kind of posture he sleeps in, he rolls left and right at most, and he will never cross the boundary. After thinking for a second, the little devil decided to take the initiative to admit his mistake, "Brother, did I quarrel you last night?" Zong Jiu looked at him indifferently, his tone couldn''t hear the joy or anger, "What''s the matter on your back?" The little boy became stiff, and then realized that his reaction was too violent, so he subconsciously hugged the rabbit doll in his arms. Last night Zong Jiu saw the scars on the little devil''s back and the black lines of sin that were so many that they were about to condense and settle into a black line of sin. He didn''t stun the snake, but gently put the candlestick down and fell into contemplation on the spot. The big devil has been wearing gloves on his hands. There are white gloves, and black half-finger tactical leather gloves, each pair just covers the slender fingers. Zong Jiu had also seen how he looked when he took off his gloves, with hideous scars all over his back fingers, which was extremely ugly. Those scars gradually overlapped with the scars on the back of the little devil, and they couldn''t be said to be the same, they could only be said to be exactly the same. Plus those dense black threads of sin entwined around the scars. Zong Jiu finally understood what the sense of disharmony he had vaguely felt since entering this small town. The people in this small town have been using their faith to demand endlessly. But it is not that there is faith, and the gods will be kind to the earth. Whether it is separating sins or purifying the black thread, it is the little pope himself that consumes his own power. "You transferred the crime from the townspeople to yourself, right?" The white-haired young man stared deeply into his eyes. There was a whirlpool in his pupils, and those who looked at him were not allowed to escape for half a minute. The residents of the town only need to confess to the Pope, and the black lines on their bodies will disappear. But the little pope is not **** Christ, nor is he a God who can forgive all living beings. The sins he eliminated will not disappear, but will only be transferred to himself in another way. Just like the little devil. Zong Jiu guessed that his ability was not purification at all, but transfer. ...... Last night, there was a complete conflict between the two teams of trainees. Anthony''s head hurts. As of now, none of the trainees in this copy has died. But no one knows how many trainees will survive tomorrow''s Judgment Day. He has made enough arrangements, but it is clear that this copy is not simple. The difficulty of completing the second main task is difficult to achieve. Without discussing the level of this dungeon, the only thing that can destroy the dungeon is the collective dungeon of the last B-level trainee, except for the adult. However, when he talked with the magician at night last night, the other party gave him an affirmative answer, which also made Anthony dubious. It''s not that he doesn''t believe it, it''s mainly that the magician is an A-level like him, and he has never heard of his special props or abilities. Is it possible that after winning the Halloween competition last time, the magician drove out something good from that S-class blind box? He thought about it all night, and finally decided to bet the treasure on the magician. Obviously, there were conflicts before, but I don''t know why, Anthony now has a blind trust in Zong Jiu. If you insist, it might be intuitive. The semi-vampire was very energetic at night. I got up early today and asked Xu Su and Zhong Yiyuan together. They were about to go upstairs to the magician to explain their plans, but they saw the white-haired youth with a cold face. , Carrying the little pope in one hand, happened to walk down from the top floor. "Morning, I''ll talk about anything later." Zong Jiu nodded at them, continued to frown, and led the little demon all the way to the cathedral. "Under the crown of the Pope." "Good morning, Mian." ...... It was a thunderstorm night last night, and the clergy in the church did not knock on the door and harass them tacitly, but routinely let another cardinal preside over the morning prayers. Not long after the morning prayer was over, everyone was surprised when they saw the little pope coming downstairs. As we all know, the Pope often sleeps restlessly on a stormy night, and usually wakes up at noon. I didn''t expect it to be such an exception today. Zong Jiu didn''t speak, and directly led the little demon to the confession room, pushed the person to the other side, and walked into the small room where the clergy listened to the confession. "Now, you come to confess to me." The little devil rubbed his hair and was silent for a while before he said helplessly, "It''s useless." The townsfolk can confess to the Pope, but who should the Pope confess? "Then you answer my previous question." Zong Jiu calmly replied, "Did you transfer their sins to yourself?" This is what Zong Jiu hadn''t thought of. Because to be honest, whether it is a big devil or a little devil, even if the little devil is kind and cute enough, in Zong Jiu''s heart, he will never be the type that sacrifices himself to perfect others. After a long time, a muffled voice from the other side came from the gap in the door panel, "Yes." "why?" "Ah... if I have to say it, maybe this is the meaning of my existence." The little devil said softly: "In fact, brother, you don''t have to worry too much, because I didn''t promise my brother before that I would help destroy this copy." The adult demon never expected that they had declared war at the highest point of the amusement park not long ago. The little demon ran up to the magician for cooperation. What''s more frightening was that the latter gladly agreed. If you want to destroy this copy, you have to let the adult demon come back. Zong Jiu asked the little devil before, and the little devil said that there was only one way to get the adult body back, and that was to wait until the day of judgment. Before Zong Jiu thought that Judgment Day might be the time when the copy restriction was eliminated, but he didn''t expect it to be because the little demon was carrying so many sins. "Brother don''t worry about me. If the adult body doesn''t come back, it''s not just you. Even if you have the status of a mentor, you have to be in this copy. Because even without my ability, this body has been burdened with too many sins. It is impossible to successfully pass the Judgment Day." The little demon lowered his head and gently stroked the long ears of the rabbit doll, "Brother knows. Now my brother sees me, not the real six-year-old me, but because of the limitations of the copy, my personality stays in At this time, in essence, I am still him." The white-haired youth had a straight back and frowned. indeed. The little devil he saw now wasn''t that the devil had really returned to six years old. The six-year-old little devil is in the past tense, time is irreversible. "So my brother doesn''t need to feel guilty. I was not killed because I always have to become an adult." The kid on the opposite side mumbled, as if, "Although I don''t want to be that way, it''s right." "So, what have you experienced since you were six?" Zong Jiu repeated the question he had asked long ago. "Brother, are you sure you want to know?" The little devil sighed, "I''m very willing to tell my brother that''s right, but after I become an adult, the adult will retain this memory. Although I won''t be angry, I don''t know about my brother. ." "After all, apart from me, the only people who know this secret are the dead." Zong Jiu: "..." As if not telling him, after the devil turned into an adult, they would no longer be enemies. If Zong Jiu was afraid of this, it would have been impossible to kill with the devil eight hundred years ago. "Really persistent." The little devil said with emotion, "It is also very interesting. As an adult, I am actually very interested in this copy, because this copy will also reproduce the past of my brother to some extent." What I didn''t expect was that the devil not only failed to peep into Zong Jiu''s past, but also threw himself in. The little boy was sitting in the middle of the confession room, his expression full of entanglement. "Brother, if you really want to know, come over." "But before that, my brother has to promise me one thing." "What''s the matter?" Zong Jiu opened the curtain of the confession room and sat opposite the little devil. "Brother squat down first." The little devil''s clear black and brown eyes looked at him hopefully, and he could see the bottom of his eyes at a glance. The white-haired youth followed his words and squatted down, just at the same level as the little demon sitting on the chair, and their heights became even in this way. The little boy put his hands on the magician''s shoulders, raised his head, and looked at him seriously, "Although I will be a heinous villain in the future, a scumbag, a scumbag, a madman with insanity, but my brother. ....." "Please be nice to him. Just as my personal request to share this past with my brother. Okay?" After saying this, the little devil didn''t seem to wait for Zong Jiu''s answer. He leaned forward flexibly and pressed a kiss on the young man''s forehead. In the next second, the magician''s slender body fell softly toward the front as if it was completely relieved. The power of an adult is a bit heavier for a six-year-old. The little devil strenuously caught the magician with his eyes closed, regretting for the first time why he was not in adult form. I really want to grow up. If you are an adult, you should be able to hold your brother firmly. He thought a little depressed. Chapter 152: a perfect world This is an extremely beautiful world. The survivors who came to this Super S Grade dungeon to perform the task all said so. There is no calendar in the infinite loop, because no one lives out of this world full of infinite terror, so no one can compare the calendar of this world with the calendar of the real world. If you have to count the timeline, the opening time of the first Super S-Rank dungeon in infinite loop history was probably after Guiguzi led his subjects to rebel and died tragically after the S-Rank dungeon Fengshen Kingdom. At this time Guiguzi had just died, and the prophecies he left behind became more and more uproar, almost the entire infinite loop of survivors were urgently looking for the savior who could inherit Guiguzi''s last wish. Before that, Guiguzi was the spiritual pillar of almost all survivors. Under his leadership, everyone regrouped and had the goal and desire to survive this cycle. At that time, the infinite cycle was unprecedentedly united, and people were like brothers, helping each other for this common benefit. The crash of a spiritual support can be imagined as a blow to the survivors. Gui Guzi is a sufficiently talented and general leader. After he died at the ruling of the Fengshen Kingdom, those cronies who could clearly survive couldn¡¯t help tearing down their plackets, sighing up to the sky, ¡°The general situation is gone, the sky is dead!¡±, one by one, desperately. He brazenly threw himself into the raging fire under the stage of the Conferred Gods, and ended up with a devastating end just like Guiguzi. After knowing the news, the survivor in the infinite loop could not say a bolt from the blue. They are eager to find a spiritual support again, an object of worship that can bear all their hopes. That is to say, in this difficult period of instability, the first Super S Grade dungeon in infinite loop history sent a nightmare invitation to all senior survivors. As for the specific rewards that this Super S Grade dungeon can get, it is no longer possible to test. Because according to Zhuge An, almost the entire infinite loop of senior survivors at that time had decided to accept the invitation of the invitation letter to enter this dangerous Transcendent S Grade instance. It is precisely because of the bizarre deaths of many people involved in this copy that very little has been circulated today, whether it is a prophecy or the part of the history under the leadership of Guiguzi. What the little devil transmitted to Zong Jiu was the memory of a survivor from the old Guiguzi department. After Zong Jiu came back to his senses, he realized that his current situation is a bit like an onlooker, unable to speak out or intervene, or even control his own actions. He can only passively receive this memory in the form of watching a 3D movie. The scene at the beginning is in a conference room with an endless loop. After receiving the nightmare invitation letter from the main system, the remaining Guiguzi old department started a heated discussion. None of them were the core of the old group, the core of them all followed Guiguzi to the Fengshen Kingdom and was buried there. The rest are just two or three big cats and kittens, which can''t make much of the climate. Someone worriedly asked, "Hong Lie, do we really want to enter that Super S Grade dungeon?" The survivor named Hong Lie tightened his fists and exhaled from his chest: "Go, why not go." "Didn¡¯t the main system say it? There may be clues to the prophecy in this dungeon. According to the prophetic completion left by the husband, the savior is likely to come from a different space. The nightmare invitation letter also says that the Super S Grade dungeon is actually a High-level planes, maybe there are our goals there." Zong Jiu, who was watching from the third perspective, was a little surprised. Although Zhuge An had said that it was very likely that the prophecy they received today was not the most complete version, but what he didn''t expect was that Guiguzi would have so much magical powers. Not only did it calculate that there would be a savior inheriting his unfinished business in the future, but it even considered that the savior came from a different world. This ability to see through the secrets of heaven is really daunting. No wonder the main system is going to kill Guiguzi, after all, the words of the first knife prophet are applicable everywhere. "Mr. Eternal." In the end, the decision to accept the invitation letter passed unanimously without any objection. Zong Jiu''s gaze swept across the resolute eyes of these survivors, and he shook his head in his heart. Standing downstream in history, he can naturally go upstream and know the final result of the last Super S copy. For five teams, the trainee with the worst strength can get an A-level even in the thriller trainee competition. The configuration is not luxurious, but the result is tragic. Compared with this, Zong Jiu cares more about why the devil possesses this memory. The devil obviously came from the "Super S Grade dungeon" in their mouths, and even more advanced in the timeline, he shouldn''t have known it logically. Soon, the scene before him changed again. So Zong Jiu could only bury this question in his heart and continue to watch. The survivors of the five teams entered this Super S Grade dungeon tremblingly. The death rate of the S-level dungeon is incredible. Combining the death rate between the A-level dungeon and the S-level dungeon, everyone has a sufficient psychological preparation in their hearts. But perhaps it is the blessing of faith, and they are also fearless. Everyone knows in their hearts that the death of Guiguzi has brought too much shock to the survivors. If the prophesied successor cannot be found in a short time, the longer the time delays, the more the people will lose their minds. It would be better to continue their great cause while the predecessors had not completely fallen. [The main system link is completed, this copy has no pre-story] [Super S Grade dungeon "Perfect World" has been opened] [Main task: Help the holy city choose the pope and complete a holy religious ceremony] Unexpectedly, this Super S-Class dungeon that is now at the absolute top of the entire infinite loop of known dungeons does not have a pre-story. This is actually not a good thing. Having a pre-story is equivalent to giving the trainees a psychological preparation, allowing them to get some necessary information contained in the background of the copy. If there is no pre-story, it means that they can only get clues from the name of the dungeon and the main task released by the main system. However... the perfect world and the holy rites? The people of several teams looked at each other one after another, and all of them were confused by the Erzhang monk. "It sounds like a religious copy." An veteran reasoned cautiously. After the main system released the task, everyone found that the surrounding scenes had changed. The majestic temple is located on the high Mount Moriah. From a distance, you can only see the milky white clouds floating on the top of the mountain, like the Mount Olympus surrounded by mountains. Underground, the holy city is squarely surrounded by cream-white high walls, with exquisite and complicated reliefs carved on it. The high pillars stand around the holy city, with a blazing flame burning at the top. Countless believers in linen came from all over the world, measuring their distance from the holy city step by step, bowing in three steps, and coming to the foot of the holy mountain not far away, shouting the holy scriptures of the gods. Wearing a white ceremonial gown, wearing golden branches and jade leaves, and draped long hair, a woman stands barefoot in front of the yellow sand arch, with a welcome smile on her face. They sang softly in a very strange, chant-like but strangely understandable tone: "This is Mount Moriah." "Welcome you, guests from a foreign land." ...... They were told that the holy religion festival would be held in a month''s time, so the survivors settled in the holy city. Given that this is a super S-grade copy of the sacred scriptures, everyone is trembling, paying attention everywhere, for fear that there will be some unsolvable spiritual existence in this holy city. After all, this is not a rare thing. There are so many horror copies that look peaceful on the surface, but in fact it is extremely dark inside. This kind of copy is actually more terrifying than those copies that suppress the horror from beginning to end, because you never know when the warm skin will be torn off. The survivors in the rooms allocated to them by the priests did not live, but five teams squeezed together in a hall and slept on the floor to ensure maximum safety. There are top psychics in the five teams, and there are also top yin and yang eyes, and there are many people holding S-level props, and there is no shortage of talents. On the first night, the survivors hardly closed their eyes, and stayed on guard for the surrounding movement all night. They maintained such a high-intensity alert for three days, making themselves extremely exhausted, and they were just astonished that they didn''t find anything abnormal. It was not until the fourth day when everyone looked back on the intelligence that they found out what was wrong with this Super S Grade dungeon world. Although the Moriah Mountain where the survivors came to maintain the architectural model of the mythical age, in fact, the rest of the world is no different from the real world in the 21st century. The same aqua-blue planet, the city has steel and iron skyscrapers, Shanghai, Tokyo, New York, London, and there are also complex and dense social communities. The only difference is that everyone has faith in this Super S Grade dungeon, and the holy city is the center of faith in the world. Hundreds of millions of people believe in gods and pray devoutly day and night. In their history books, there is a clear record of the miracles that God has shown on the top of Mount Moriah. The believers take the seven virtues as their dogmatic precepts, and all of them love each other and love brothers and sisters. There is no war, no poverty, no hunger, and no discrimination or bullying in the world. Regardless of gender, skin color, appearance, language...everyone is a child of God, and all beings are equal. What''s more surprising is that there is really no malice in this world. All people hold goodwill, human beings live in harmony with all living things, let alone killing. It took seven days for the survivors to accept this fact. Hong Lie lit the cigarette in his hand with a worried expression, "This is a highly perfect plane, it can even be said to be a high plane." "The high-level dungeons of horror are likely to be a small plane. The S-level dungeons justify themselves, and the super S-level dungeon will only be more complete." "Mr. once said that judging whether a plane is advanced or not depends on the difference between it and the real world. The higher the plane, the less special abilities. Our real world plane is the most advanced plane space we have ever survived. , This Super S Grade dungeon may be only a tiny bit behind the real world." On the eighth day, the elders of the Privy Council of the Holy City suddenly invited them over in the early morning. The survivors accepted the invitation of the NPCs with full of doubts. Zong Jiu floated behind the crowd and saw the black-haired little boy standing in the hall. The difference is that this time in memory, it is a real little devil who is only six years old. Chapter 153: a perfect world The Privy Council is located in the center of the entire holy city, adjacent to Mount Moriah. The surrounding water canal draws gurgling water and flows slowly. It surrounds this gorgeous building made of gray-white granite, and brings a touch of difference to the arid desert. Cool. The elders are all old people with gray hair and beard. They wear white classical robes, cross their chests and tie knots on their arms, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and they are kind and kind. Just as the survivors of the five teams were tight and ready to violent at any time, the group of elders and the priests finally finished their discussions and announced loudly. "According to the oracle, foreigners have the highest right of choice." What does this mean? The survivors looked at each other. Someone thought of their main mission for the first time and lowered their voice: "Wait, isn''t our main mission to help the holy city elect the pope?" Everyone suddenly realized. Since the main missions have said that they should help the holy city to elect the pope, and the mission will not be completed if the name is not righteous, it must be convenient. Now, I am afraid that this is convenient and specific. The elder clapped his hands, and the attendants led a group of little boys in white robes and laurel wreaths to come forward. Without exception, these little boys have thick headscarves on their faces, covering their eyes, and they can only follow their walks under the guidance of the attendants. "These dozens of children are the candidates for the Pope. Foreigners who have come from afar, please help us choose one of them that fits the image in your mind. The holy city must not be left alone for a month. It''s a festival once every 100 years. We need a qualified host." Hong Lie and his friend looked at each other, and there was a glow of excitement in each other''s eyes. "Big brother, sir is right! The savior really came from another world plane!" Both Guiguzi''s old department had a decision in their hearts. Because of the prophecy, Guiguzi left an S-level prop as a backhand early. This item is called [Storage Box]. The item itself does not have the offensive power, but you can choose an existence in the horror copy to bring it back to the infinite loop, and charge varying fees according to the type. If it is a dead thing, it only takes a few hundred or thousands of points to bring it back. Guiguzi has tried it, and even after obtaining the permission of the npc, it can still pack the npc into the storage box to bring it back, but the required points are almost At a sky-high price. Now is not the time to distress the survival points. If you can find the savior who inherits the Guiguzi mantle, everyone is a general understanding, and the five teams are here. Everyone can gather the survival points and bring the savior back. Inside an infinite loop. The survivors here were whispering, and the elder priests over there waited patiently without urging them. Only Zong Jiu, floating in the air listening to the survivors discussing, shifted his gaze to the little boys who were brought out behind him. The little boy was obviously all dressed up. Not only did he take a bath and put on clean clothes, but because his eyes were covered, his movements were somewhat restrained. Zong Jiu looked for the most familiar figure in it. Sure enough, he found the little demon with his most familiar appearance in the last row. Compared to other children who were too restrained to move, the little devil was obviously more relaxed. He stood in place, even though his eyes were covered by the thick cloth, his face was still smiling, and he looked lively and agile. On the other side, the elders are still explaining with the survivors. "Normally, there is no pope in the holy religion. Under the leadership of the gods, people in the world are born equal. Only at the holy religion ceremonies that are held every hundred years does the pope need to preside in person." "Presumably you all understand that our world is extremely perfect, because everyone is good." The elder stroked his gray beard and sighed, "But a human being is a constitution of good and evil. If you want to maintain this perfection, it is too difficult. Now ninety-nine years have passed since the last festival. Although the world is still peaceful and there has been no war or conflict, the newly born evil is still ready to move...We need a new purification, and it is imminent." "Since ancient times, God has given us the Son of God and handed it over to the holy religion for a century-long blessing ceremony. At the time of the blessing ceremony, the pope with a god-given mission will purify all mankind." The survivors suddenly realized one by one. At first, everyone thought that this Super S Grade dungeon world was born as perfect as its name, but now it seems that it is not. Think of their main task again, helping to select the saint child and complete a sacred ceremony. I think this may be the case. The elders pointed to the little boys behind them, "These children are all children born at the same time from all over the world, and one of them is born as a substitute for God." At this moment, the priests came forward holding the brocade box, which was filled with clean and transparent white crystals. The survivors immediately received a prompt from the main system. [C-level props: store crystals] [Prop purpose: separate the evil thoughts from the organism and store the evil] Seeing all the survivors showing incomprehensible expressions, the clergy immediately explained: "This is the god-given crystal of the holy religion. As the name suggests, it is the holy thing bestowed by the gods. Now please put your hands up." The survivors do what they say. Unlike when the priests held it, when the survivors held the crystal in their hands, the strands of black mud-like existence separated from their bodies, suddenly staining the white crystal with an unknown color. The priest whispered softly: "Guests don''t have to panic. You are not in this world. You have not experienced the purification ceremony a hundred years ago. It is normal to have evil thoughts in your body." "Exactly." The elder said gently: "The most important point in judging the chosen pope is to be able to purify malice." "Guests from afar, you can hold the god-given crystal to judge based on this, and choose the true pope." "The above is probably all the situation. If you have any questions, you can ask them together. We know everything." So the survivors began to ask questions. Someone asked: "Your Excellency, we have found a few scriptures in the Holy City Library a few days ago. Is this left by our predecessors?" There are really no psychics in the perfect world, and the psychic Yin and Yang eyes in the team are all useless. Without being able to inquire about the information, the survivors touched the central library of the holy city, which really made them discover some unexpected clues there. The S-level dungeons in the infinite loop are basically a small world of their own, so every few years, the same S-level dungeon may appear to be reopened again. This is also a well-known information for senior survivors. There are a lot of S-level dungeons with perverted difficulty, and survivors can even find clues left by their predecessors in the dungeons. One of the most famous is the famous S-level copy "Evil Spirit Ancient Well". After a team of survivors entered the instance, they accidentally found a diary left under the bed of an abandoned hut. The diary was left by the trainees when the dungeon was opened last time. It records that after they entered the dungeon, the top psychic in the team accidentally linked to the Gujing evil spirit, and was killed by the evil spirit almost on the first day of entering the dungeon. , Homeopathy invaded the body. It''s a pity that none of the other trainees could recognize it. The last three teams were destroyed. The only survivor hid in the hut. After writing the last diary in blood, he chose to commit suicide. Since S Grade has such a situation, then Super S Grade will naturally do its part. What the survivors found in the library were the notes left by the survivors who entered this super S-grade copy last time. Surprisingly, there is more than one team in the notes. If you have to go back, almost the entire five teams have left records in their notes. The records of the top five teams are no exception, and even the main task of the connection is the same as theirs. All are to help the holy city elect the pope, and go through another sacred ceremony. Combined with the words of the priests that only once had a sacred ceremonial ceremony in a century, everyone gasped. This means that the time span of this notebook is at least five hundred years! "Yes, that''s right." The elders smiled and said: "Every 100 years, strangers will come to the perfect world to help us decide where the Pope belongs. You are the messengers sent by the gods and the noble guests of our holy city. Only you can choose the pope. Candidates." Although the time in the dungeon is different from the infinite loop flow rate, judging from the news that they have never heard of the super S-level dungeon, the last team that entered the perfect world was less or less ten years ago. The survivors were amazed. It is gratifying that the first five teams written in the notes have all successfully completed the mission, and there is no particularly dangerous place among them. The seniors all said that they only need to find the most special one from the group of little boys, the one that can purify sin. [We didn¡¯t expect this Super S Grade dungeon to be that simple, but in fact it is really that simple. It only needs a fortune-teller in our team to divination, and the result will come out.] [Continuing the words of the previous team: Indeed, but although this copy is simple, I don''t want to do it again. Give a word to the latecomers, when you should be cruel, be cruel, as long as you can cross your own psychological defense, what can''t you do? Haha] The Survivor¡¯s notes have a special mark, which is almost impossible to forge. Although the last sentence is worthy of scrutiny, these teams all said it was okay, and everyone was relieved. Hong Lie asked one more question, "Your Excellency, what should the Pope do after the sacred ceremonies are held?" The elder squinted his eyes, "God''s substitute will naturally return to heaven." Hong Lie subconsciously felt something was wrong, but his body waved his hand first, "I didn''t mean anything else, I just asked curiously." The rest of the survivors also helped sloppy. Obviously, the savior pointed in Guiguzi''s prophecy is the same person as the Pope who has the ability to purify the perfect world. They want to bring the savior back to the infinite loop, don''t they just want to abduct the pope away? Even if the human dungeon is a perfect world, take away the leaders of other people''s sacred religions, who will be willing to put it on whom? "Don''t worry, we have to consider this matter long-term." Another old ministry patted Hong Lie''s hand, raised his voice and asked, "Your Excellency, what if we accidentally choose the wrong thing?" "If you choose the wrong one, then the world will usher in the end, and you will not be able to return." The elder sighed, "Foreigners, please be cautious." Chapter 154: a perfect world The words of the elders sounded a wake-up call in the hearts of all survivors. Although the clearance of the first few teams on the notebook is simple and easy, it is still a super S-grade copy and cannot be relaxed. So after returning, the survivors had a discussion for the first time. "Our goal in entering this dungeon is to find the savior predicted by Mr., right?" Everyone nodded solemnly. "That being the case, from tomorrow on, we will go to the Pope''s reserve to find the child who best fits the image of the savior." Hong Lie closed his eyes, "If we can, let''s try to figure out what is going on after the ceremonial ceremony, and why the elder said that the pope will return to the embrace of God." "I don''t know why, my instinct tells me that this copy is far from being as simple as the surface." Unlike several other teams, Guiguzi''s old department is obviously much more paranoid. They seem to have reached a certain consensus in private. Zong Jiu watched them come to the palace behind the holy city together the next day. The high priest led them into the hall of the palace. "All the children are inside, dear guests." Some survivors asked suspiciously, "Why do they wear turbans around their heads and cover their eyes?" "This is the tradition of our ceremonial ceremony." The high priest patiently explained, "Children with talent must wear blindfolds from childhood, and they can only be removed on the day when the successor pope presides over the ceremony." This is a weird tradition. Haven''t these children seen what they look like since they were born? The survivors had doubts in their hearts, but they also had scruples, and they hesitated not to speak. On the contrary, the high priest seemed to be aware of their concerns, "It is the godmother Sophia who is taking care of the children here. You can directly consult with her about the specific situation." After the introduction of the basic situation, the high priest sent them to the temple and hurriedly retired. Only the survivor and Zong Jiu floating in the air are left. After arriving in the palace, I don''t know if it was because of the memory of the little devil, Zong Jiu finally found that he could control his actions a little bit. The survivors are still talking to the godmother. "These children have their own special abilities. They were born with stigmata blessed by the gods. Of the billions of people in the world, there are only 30 children who conform to the oracle and speak with the stigmata. They are. I was taken to the holy city for training since I was a child..." "But we haven''t decided on the pope''s candidate, because none of these children have special abilities related to purification." Zong Jiu looked back at the survivor who was talking with the godmothers, and slowly floated upstairs. He remembered what the little devil had said to him that purification was a special ability he was born with. What are the children''s abilities, how can the responsible godmother not know? But why did she say that there is no special ability similar to it? The doubts in the white-haired young man''s heart became more and more serious, and he stepped forward to retrieve it in this memory. There is a long corridor on the second floor of the palace with serial numbers around it. Zong Jiu floated past room by room, and stopped in front of the only room door ajar. Through the gap, he could see the little black-haired boy sitting on the ground inside holding a thick book and reading. Behind him, sunlight projected in from the window, coating his outline with a hazy holy light, like an angel descending on the world. The hurried footsteps sounded behind Zong Jiu. The godmother in a white robe passed through the body of the white-haired young man, hurriedly opened the door, and quickly closed the door of the room. Seeing this, Zong Jiu quickly penetrated the door like a ghost and floated in to watch. "Sophia godmother." Perceiving someone coming in, the little devil put down the book in his hand and raised his head obediently. There are many neatly stacked blocks behind him, and each stack of blocks forms a tall castle. "Hurry up and put on the cloth strips, I''m going to notify others." The middle-aged woman named Sophia squatted down quickly, picked up the strip of cloth on the ground, and gently wrapped it around the little devil''s head. The latter''s small body trembled insignificantly, "Godmother...I''m afraid." "Good boy, don''t be afraid." Sophia touched his head. "Remember what the godmother said to you?" "remember." The little devil said dumbly: "If they ask me what my special ability is, I will say that I am not afraid of fire by nature." "Yes, don''t tell them that you have the ability to purify, okay?" The little devil nodded. "Good boy." Sophia sighed, "Remember, in any case, no matter what the situation is, you can''t disclose it, you know?" "The godmother will protect you, she will." ...... Just when Zong Jiu fell into contemplation because of the scene in front of him, the surrounding scene changed. This memory is not so complete, and there are often jumps. Perhaps it was because the little devil felt that there was no need to watch things such as minutiae, so Zong Jiu showed only the most important part. This time, the scene became an uninhabited desert suburb, surrounded by endless sand dunes. The clean clothes on the boy had become dirty, because the desert at night was too cold, and he squatted and shivered behind the dunes, trying to hide himself. However, this little trick is not enough for the survivors. Several teams surrounded the little demon, with dignified faces. "Brother Hong, he is the savior who has been fortune-telling." The notes left by the previous survivors provided them with new ideas, and it happened that there was a fortuneteller in the old ministry, so they deduced a divination on the spot. Guiguzi is most famous for his ability to spy on secrets. He has such a movable type sign here. There are also many survivors with divination talents under his men. Among them, the divination master who followed them into the perfect world was also hand-in-hand by Guiguzi. Pointed. "I remember this kid." Hong Lie curled his eyebrows, "His ability is not to be afraid of flames. Are you sure he is really the savior?" He was a little puzzled because he really saw the little boy in front of him putting his hand on the flame, but he was not afraid of the flame. "I am sure." The fortune-teller was pale as paper, "Instead of doubting the results of my fortune-telling, you forgot why your husband left me and didn''t bring me into the Kingdom of Gods?" Although this batch of old ministries are inferior in strength, they are also the way back for Guiguzi''s personal arrangements. If he fails in his great cause, there is still a way out. Can leave the fortuneteller as a guide to find the savior who inherits his mantle. Hong Lie squatted down, looked directly into the eyes of the little devil: "Little brother, do you have the ability to purify?" The little devil''s head shook like a rattle. "Don''t be afraid." Seeing that the little devil resisted so much, Hong Lie, a five-and-three rough man, scratched his head, "We have no malice." They tried to be kind, but they made their expressions even stranger. "We are here to protect you and will not hand you over." Because of the lack of some memories in the middle, Zong Jiu is a little confused about what happened. But now it seems that the survivors have discovered something wrong in the perfect world. For example, the sacred ceremonies may not be as simple as the description of npc. "But, but..." The little devil sobbed, "Those people took the godmother away." All the survivors were silent. There was a sensational event in the holy city tonight. Tomorrow is the holy religious ceremony, and the originally elected pope should enter the temple on the top of Mount Moria tonight. As a result, just a few hours ago, the godmother responsible for raising the saint son secretly sent all the children out of the holy city. However, when this matter was only halfway through, an informer appeared, and was eventually discovered in time by the paladins patrolling the holy city. Without the Son and the Pope, the festival would not be held. This matter is extraordinary and significant. All the knights were dispatched and searched through the desert in a carpet-like manner, and retrieved the children who were sent out one by one. In the end, they recovered twenty-nine children, the last and most important one. Hong Lie spoke with determination, "Please trust us, as long as you agree to go with us, we will definitely ensure your safety." In order to win the trust, he took out the S-level props. "We will now take you to another world, a world without a holy religion. Your godmother has already passed by and is waiting for you there." Sure enough, after hearing these words, the little devil showed shaken eyes, "Really?" In the end, he was still a six-year-old child, although he was smarter than ordinary people, he was not so careful and cheated. Hong Lie breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and said coaxingly: "Of course." "We also learned about your whereabouts from Sophia, otherwise how could we find you. Otherwise, think about it carefully, did your godmother say that if you go this way, absolutely no one can find you?" Having said that, as if afraid that he would not believe it, Hong Lie directly stuffed the little storage box into the little devil''s arms. [Congratulations on obtaining the S-level item: storage box] The little devil raised his head questioningly, "What sound is this? What S-class prop?" He can really hear the voice of the main system! The others exchanged shocked eyes, sighing without hiding. [Are you sure to bring the npc back to infinite loop? ¡¿ At this time, no one doubted the identity of the little devil anymore. Hong Lie smiled bitterly and paid a full 500,000 survival points, and carried the little demon onto the camel. [The contract is reached, when the copy is closed, the npc will follow and return to the infinite loop] "No matter what, we have found the savior." The survivors were excited and sad. But before that, they must complete the main task before they can bring the savior back to the infinite loop. If the savior is really the same person as the pope who is the candidate of the perfect world, then I am afraid... Zong Jiu, who was floating on the side, understood something and shook his head in his heart. Guiguzi''s great cause is certainly important, but if the survivors can''t complete the main task of this world, and can''t even return to the infinite loop, let alone support the savior to inherit the grand unification. So the purpose of their trip is not as the little devil imagined, to go directly to another world in the mouth of the survivor. They were heading back to the mansion, heading in the direction of the holy city. Under the night sky, the little devil chirped and asked about the infinite loop, with a very cheerful expression. "Is it possible to go out and play every day without covering my face with a cloth strip? I can have books that I can''t finish reading, and I don''t have to pray those boring prayers anymore?" "Will the godmother be with us? How long will we get there?" In the eyes of the survivors, the infinite loop, which is elusive, has become the most fun toy in the eyes of six-year-olds. Who can think of it, the first step to assist the savior is to take a child. In order to stabilize the child''s emotions, the survivors made up stories for him. One described the infinite loop as Gulliver''s Travels, and the other as Alice in Wonderland. Suddenly, Hong Lie seemed to think of something, then turned around and asked, "By the way, kid, what''s your name?" The little demon was sleepy on the camel, his dark brown eyes narrowed slightly. The child''s soft hair was drooping on his cheeks, and the top of his head was curled up, like a cute full-length doll. After a long time, he asked suspiciously, "What is the name?" "The name is the title, like your godmother, she is called Sophia." The survivor replied patiently. "That''s it." The little devil said softly, touching his hair, "Then I don''t have a name." "Because no one named me, they usually call me number one." Chapter 155: a perfect world "I don''t have a name because they didn''t give me a name." The little boy''s voice was very soft, like a dream. How much energy can a six-year-old kid have. In fact, he was also very sleepy after fleeing most of the night. He almost fell on the camel after finishing talking, and fell asleep in the next second. The little demon didn''t realize it. These people who kept saying that the godmother Sophia had sent him did not take him to the "infinite loop" in their mouths. After he fell asleep, the survivors carefully circled back to the officials in the desert. On the road, I met the Paladin with the silver cross gun, and rushed to the holy city. ...... The memory began to reorganize again. The scene that appeared in front of Zong Jiu this time was indeed Mount Moriah. Mount Moriah is the holy mountain of the holy religion. This Super S Grade dungeon has a huge faith sacred religion entrenched all over the world, and other places are exactly the same as the real world. In the Bible, in order to test Abraham''s piety, the Lord ordered him to sacrifice his son Isaac to himself. Without saying a word, Abraham took his son with the sword and went up to Mount Moriah. As a result, just before his execution, the angel descended from the sky and prevented his sacrifice. In addition, Mount Moriah is also the place where King Solomon of ancient Israel built the first temple, which has full religious significance. In this world, the Temple of Solomon no longer exists, but Mount Moriah has built the highest temple of the holy religion. Today is the big day of the centennial ceremonies of Shengjiao. In the early morning, the first ray of sunlight fell from a gap in the distant sky, passing through the clouds and mist like a golden veil, slowly enveloping Mount Moriah. The temple on the top of the mountain is majestic, and the huge and exquisite reliefs are built according to the trend of the mountain, depicting a transcendent scene of sentient beings on a pilgrimage. Farther away, a semi-circular stone pillar sits in front of the cliff, enclosing the central altar in arms. Thousands of white pigeons flapped their wings in the sky and landed in front of the tower prepared for them. A golden holy flame was burning on the torch, swaying in the wind. The believers who came to the holy city for pilgrimage knelt outside the holy city densely. Looking down from the altar, they could only see hundreds of millions of crowded black spots on the vast land. The scriptures they piously chant are clearly heard from the top of the mountain. The elders and priests wore formal and cumbersome ceremonial robes, with holy and pure crystals and gold ornaments on their arms. They looked solemn and stood in a row looking straight ahead. Thirty children, including the little demon with their legs and feet tied, were all taken to the altar on Mount Moriah. Not only them, Sophia, who was responsible for teaching these candidate sons, was also tied to the cross and transported to the temple in a prison cart. When the little demon saw the familiar godmother, he immediately let out a beast-like cry. Unfortunately, he was gagged by the sacred scarf, so he could only whimper in vain and glared at the survivors standing aside. When he woke up, he found himself in the holy city, his hands and feet were tied up, and there were heavy Paladins guarding him around him. Seeing this, the six-year-old little devil could guess that he was cheated no matter how stupid he was. "Don''t be like this... we will definitely guarantee your safety and bring you back to an infinite loop." Because of merit in capturing the Son, Hong Lie, who made an exception and was allowed to participate in the festival at close range, smiled bitterly. They are really desperate, and they will hand over the Savior to the Holy City when there is no other way. The Holy City Fang had clearly stated to them that if the Pope who performed the ritual was not found before the Centennial Festival in the Holy City, then this entire Super S Grade instance would usher in destruction. This sentence is very convincing, because the previous five teams were all copies that left after completing the festival. Facing the angry eyes of the savior now, Hong Lie could only repeat his pale promise over and over again. The high priest stood in front of Sophia holding the lighted torch, and asked in a low voice: "The ceremony is about to begin. Are you still unwilling to say who is the holy child with the ability to purify?" Sophia, with her hands tied, stubbornly shook her head without saying a word. Rao is a very good-tempered high priest, and now he is a little annoyed by her lack of oil and salt. Everyone is kind, even if Sophia was imprisoned, she didn''t suffer too much. "Very good." The high priest said coldly, "Then let these thirty children go up and try one by one." During the order, a clergyman took one of the children to the altar. They untied the rope behind the child and slammed it up on the altar, and the child staggered forward like a rag doll. In the next second, the blood red lines engraved on the altar lit up, emitting an unknown light. Without a sound, the child who fell on the ground gradually dissolved in this color. ¡ª¡ªIt is the literal dissolution. From the skin to the facial features, all are melted by the intense high temperature, and even the bones creak and become a fluid mixture of indistinct substances. "Wrong, wrong, not this!" The elders hurriedly shouted, and the attendants who stood by immediately pushed the next child up. This was repeated three times, without exception, all the children pushed up turned into melted mud at the moment the altar was lit. After the third sacrifice, the clear sky suddenly darkened. Something could no longer be controlled, migrating out of the shadows behind the clouds, dyeing the entire sky into a dark color thick like ink. "The **** is angry!" The priests staying on the top of the sacred mountain of Moriah all shouted in panic, hula la knelt to the ground all of a sudden, shouting toward the sky and praying for blessings. The believers on the earth also don''t know what happened, crying and wailing intertwined, igniting the entire planet. "God! Please forgive us!" "Great God! Please forgive your people!" Thousands of electric arcs tearing the sky landed and shrouded the highest point of the holy mountain without mercy. The survivor hurriedly unfolded the special items, and the rest of the clergy were not so lucky. The waiter who had just stood still turned directly into a charred coal with white smoke rising from his body. The high priest vomited a mouthful of blood and staggered back two steps. "Sophia, since you have read the Chronicles of the Holy Church, then you should understand that the Son was born as a container. They have no father and no mother, and they cannot take off their blindfolds before the ceremony, because the meaning and mission of their existence is this moment!" Sophia''s eyes were moved, she shook her head desperately, "No...no one, no." "If you want to protect these children, then you should tell who the child is chosen by God, otherwise you will not only kill people in the world, but also the remaining twenty-six innocent children." The words of the high priest were like a sharp knife, drenching Sophia''s heart with blood. "As long as you tell who that person is, we will swear by the word ¡õ. If other children can follow you back, the Holy City will not intervene more." The high priest''s tone was sad and provocative, "Sophia, you are a child blessed by God, why stand on the opposite side of us?" One and twenty-six, this seems to be a choice that does not require any hesitation. Just like the famous tram problem, when the number is large enough, even if the one is innocent, people will tend to save more people. If you sacrifice one person, you can save everyone... The silence spread for a long time, and it seemed only for a moment. Sophia turned sideways, "There is no purification ability, but... but there is a child, he can transfer." "Transfer?" The dim pupils of the high priest suddenly lit up, "The essence of purification is transfer, it is transfer! Who is it, who is that container?" Sophia tremblingly said, "It''s... number one." She dared not look at the child''s eyes, even her voice was trembling, and she couldn''t make a sound. The survivors who stood by were all stunned in their hearts. Hong Lie was the first to say: "No, no! This kid, he, he..." The worst premonition in their hearts finally came true. The savior is really the pope appointed by the perfect world. "No, Brother Hong, if the festival is not completed, we will all be obliterated!" Immediately, another old ministry held him back and prevented him from rushing forward. The main task of the survivors is to [help the holy city choose the pope and complete the holy rites], which means that if the holy city fails to complete the holy rites, the survivors will not be able to complete the main task. If the main task is not completed, the survivors will be obliterated by the main system, no matter which one they are, they will have to bury them. Between the savior and life and death, which is lighter and heavier, at a glance. Hong Lie''s tightened fists let go helplessly. The high priest is still chattering aside, "Why do you think all the saints in the Chronicles of the Holy Church are like this? Because the container cannot be allowed to have its own consciousness, the thought is a sharp edge, if they can read and think, they will not be willing to be a container. . Your self-righteous pity will actually harm them." After saying this, she turned around again, showing an encouraging smile. Everyone looked at the boy with his hands tied. The little devil was speechless, and could only look at Sophia with incredulous eyes. But Sophia didn''t dare to look at him, and a string of tears ran down her clothes. Is this really my mission? Is it the meaning of my existence? Why doesn''t the godmother speak? No one answered the doubts of a six-year-old child. Only the high priest whispered like a dream, "Child, go, go up." This is his birth mission, as a container, the gods gave him the mission of the holy religion. Everyone looked at him with hope, watching him being brought to the side of the altar by the attendants. No one saved him. Even if the white-haired young man floating in the air is a magician who performs miracles, he is unable to intervene in any memory. Then, the attendant gave a slight push. The small S-level props rolled off the boy and rolled into the grass on the side. In an instant, the golden light masterpiece of the altar that had just burst out of scarlet light. All the darkness in the sky was gathered in the center, falling from the sky like a funnel and stalactites. The little devil lay flat on the altar. He finally realized something, the light in his pupils gradually fell silent, and finally returned to dead silence. The boy was shackled, like a lonely innocent lamb waiting for a **** sacrifice. Heaven and earth stagnated for a second. In the next moment, a strong wind rose from the ground, causing a hurricane. Those obscure, hideous, evil thoughts accumulated for a whole hundred years poured down from the top of the sky, like a sharp sharpened knife, piercing the boy''s heart relentlessly. The child opened his mouth silently, his small, delicate face full of pain, roaring from the inside out. The immense malice infested him, starting from the heart, and gradually spreading to the internal organs and limbs, dyeing the black-brown pupils black, and the Qi orifices dripped with sticky black mud that could not be covered. He is like a container filled with dissatisfaction forever, devouring the common people for a century of malice. As the darkness flooded back and the black clouds landed drop by drop, the first bright sunlight finally appeared in the east. The priests and elders exclaimed, "Perfect, so perfect! He is the perfect container for the holy religion''s nearly five ceremonies!" The mortals kneeling under the sacred mountain saw the dark clouds in the sky pushing away from the sun, and they kowtow to the Prime Minister excitedly, chanting songs of praise to God. "God! Thank you for your gift!" "Thank you for your kindness, thank you for your selflessness, and thank you for creating a perfect world!" Finally, the last drop of evil thoughts submerged from the boy''s nose and mouth. The altar was completely submerged by the thick black mud, and the human figure wrapped in the center could not be seen clearly. But the earth is a thousand miles of peace, and even the sun seems to be a bit more brilliant, reflecting the colorful rays of light. The survivors trembled all over. They finally understand where there is a perfect world, and some are just abandoned children cultivated as containers. "Ready to fire!" After all the darkness fell from the clouds, the high priest gave an order. The altar rumbling and sinking, the unpleasant kerosene poured down all of a sudden, enveloping the entire altar. Before the survivors had time to stop, a raging fire suddenly rose into the sky. Hong Lie''s eyes widened, "No! You can''t treat him like this! Why do you want to start a fire!" Surrounding the fire, the clergy began to pray. The high priest gently said: "He who is guilty of all living beings, his soul will return to God''s embrace. We are just following God''s will." Obviously, those black malice are extremely afraid of flames. Under the pressure of the flame, they retreated step by step, only squeezing back into the container. "But, but." Sophia shouted hysterically, "He has another ability!" In the raging fire, the child who was already inhumane began to roll. The flames left ugly burn marks on the child''s back, fingers, and whole body. Originally, these things couldn''t hurt him, but because of malice, they stuck to the dark skin and sizzled, and finally healed quickly under the power. The sharp roar has long since died down. Because he no longer has the strength to shout. He was born without fear of flames, but now it has become the basis for him to endure the pain in the fire. The high priest also began to panic. The tradition of sacred ceremonies is to send them to heaven with fire after the container has absorbed the malice. But now, if this child is not afraid of the raging fire, it means that he cannot be buried in the raging fire with malice. Apart from fire, the sacred church no longer knows how to deal with evil thoughts. There has never been such a precedent before, and no one knows what will be born from the undead fire. The high priest gritted his teeth: "Increase the flame, increase!" The golden-red flames almost surrounded the entire top of the mountain, and the squally wind caused by uneven cold and heat concealed the sacrifice ceremony. In such a tragic scene, everyone who saw it showed expressions of pity and movement. Until now, these survivors did not understand why, in the notes they had previously left, those who had previously cleared this Super S Grade dungeon would say that as long as they pass the hurdle in their hearts, they only need to pass the hurdle, this dungeon. It will become simpler. Because it is really simple, so simple that you only need to send a child to the fire-burning sacrifice field, not only can save the lives of everyone in this perfect world, but also allow the survivors to get rich rewards and return to the infinite loop safe and sound. Hong Lie slumped to the ground, holding his forehead in pain. [Super S Grade Dungeon: Perfect World, the main task has been completed] [Space transfer will take place in thirty seconds...] Finally found the savior, and now they have thrown their hopes to jail. Just as he was alone, there was a scream not far away. "No...Hong Lie, no, we were wrong." The survivor who prevented him from rushing forward slowly fell, his pupils pitch black. [Drip, drip, drip, abnormal existence is detected, space transfer is forced to stop] Behind him, the people on the altar were slowly held up by the black mud. His limbs were stretched and transformed from the appearance of a child. It has gathered the malice of hundreds of millions of people in the entire world, and the malice stored for a hundred years is enough to destroy his personality thousands of times. The black mud surging like substance rolled from behind the figure, and frantic laughter resounded across the mountain. Thousands of shadows gushing out from behind him, and every step that falls is like darkness bowing to their emperor. No, saying that the personality is no longer right. The six-year-old boy disappeared forever. What has appeared now is just a brand new monster born out of pure malice. "Wrong, wrong...not the savior..." Will the savior who has absorbed the malice of the whole world still be the savior? Hong Lie just remembered now. In Mr. Guiguzi''s prophecy, besides the savior, there is another existence. It''s just a six-year-old child, innocent and kind, no one thinks about another possibility. The survivor vomited a mouthful of blood and did not stare at him. "We...released the Great Demon..." Behind him, the sky was once again covered by black shadows rising from the ground. The sacred mountain collapses, the world falls, and memory is annihilated. A hand covered with scars picked up the S-class props that fell to the ground and no one cares about. "Infinite loop...? Interesting." No one knew anymore that the demon king who destroyed the world was born from the body of the savior at first. Chapter 156: Judgment Day Zong Jiu felt like he was dreaming, half-dreaming and half-awake. After waking up from that long memory, he could clearly feel that he was being picked up and slowly moved up the stairs. A nun who was cleaning was surprised to put down the holy bottle in her hand: "Under the crown, do you need my help?" "No need." The little devil said lightly. He put the white-haired youth in his arms laboriously, like occupying his own treasure, not allowing others to touch the slightest, and walked forward step by step. Only on the fourth floor, the little demon who threw the bishop''s scepter aside crawled for almost half an hour before he successfully carried the magician to the top-floor room. He put the person on the bed carefully, lit the candlestick, and let the jumping candle light illuminate the beautiful face of the young man. After tiptoeing to cover the quilt, the little devil was holding on to the edge of the bed, and his dark-brown eyes stared at the white-haired youth who was falling asleep unblinkingly. He kept this posture and watched for a long time, and the burning candlelight slowly became shorter, so short that it was only a short section, and finally turned into a halo of wax and scattered in the candlestick, and gradually annihilated. The light dimmed. The tapestry blocked the light outside, and the room plunged into darkness again. This color is torture for the six-year-old, but it is the source for him after the six-year-old. Zong Jiu remained lying flat, unable to speak, but could feel the wind and grass around him. The little devil leaned against the gray-haired youth, hugged the rabbit doll tightly in his hands, and muttered to himself. "My brother is really like him. No wonder the prophecy says that you are natural enemies. I am afraid that only my brother can understand him in this world." "Actually I know... Brother doesn''t want to kill me that much, whether it''s an adult or me now." He whispered, "Although I showed my brother the memory rashly, I shouldn''t be angry as an adult... Maybe I will feel more happy, maybe?" "After all, how could he be willing to kill his brother. Although this kind of feeling has a malicious twist, for us, it is already a favorite for us to be reluctant to kill." Having said this, the little devil suddenly laughed twice, "In fact, my brother also knows that I am not number one at all." The malice poured into a world has long destroyed No.1 as a container from the inside out, just like a huge wave destroying a lonely wandering boat, lifted high into the air, destroying the unformed personality of a six-year-old child The ground is crushed to pieces. What can be a good thing that is born out of the malice of hundreds of millions of people after a hundred years of gathering. Rather than saying that the current No. 1 is the original number one, it is better to say that he is a monster born from evil thoughts. In addition to the appearance of the same, not even the same person. "So, even if I was suppressed to six years old, I was completely different from No.1." The little devil tilted his head, "At the moment of sacrifice, it was rotten from the bones, not even a human being." The hairy head rubbed against the magician''s hand and rubbed it with nostalgia. The cold cedar pine wood smell on the person on the bed made the little devil feel at ease even in the dark. "I know, but I''m still so good to me, my brother is so kind." ...... Then there was a long darkness. Zong Jiu''s thinking has also become more and more awake from the original half-dream and half-awake, but he still can''t open his eyes. The dim sky light slowly emerged from the darkness, and the earth began to illuminate from the chaos. The magician''s slender fingertips moved impenetrably. He opened his eyes, and his light-colored eyes were full of clarity. One night passed. The moment the light fell on the ground, the trial was about to kick off. The distant chant sounded in the air, and a kind of music that transcended the spiritual level of human life was played at the top of the sky. Someone took a paintbrush and dipped it with paint, smearing the whole world with a layer of holy platinum. The flowers are in full bloom, the birds are singing, and there is nowhere to hide any trace of darkness. Everything came alive. The trial began. Before Zong Jiu realized this, his body was turned up from the bed first, and he picked up the khaki windbreaker jacket placed aside, opened the door and rushed towards the outside. The other trainees stood at the door of the cathedral early, some were shackled on their hands and feet, some did not. But all in all, the trainees were relieved when they saw the gray-haired youth. "Brother Nine, you are finally here, you have been missing for a day!" "Brother Nine, where were you before, we didn''t see you all night, everyone is going crazy!" "The captain is finally back." ...... Not only the trainees, but the live studio also finally settled down. [Okay, it¡¯s okay, the gambling dog who said that the magician will definitely die one day if he disappears, come over and pay your grandpa quickly] [It¡¯s a return, the magician¡¯s disappearance is one day, and it¡¯s already a death notice for someone else] [Let me just say, they are the biggest winners in the colorful amusement park, but they have S-level props in their hands, how easy it is to explain] [That¡¯s, I¡¯ve been in fear for a day, hahahahahaha, but the magician is going to take us out of the infinite loop, how can he fold the copy in front casually] [Sister upstairs is an old fan at first sight, good fellow, the only one who remembers this stalk these days is the old fan, Ollie! ¡¿ Zong Jiuchao and they hurriedly nodded: "How is the situation now?" The situation was urgent, and he didn''t have time to explain that he was not in danger before. Instead, he received a memory from the little devil, and then slept all day and night in other people''s bed. When he woke up, it was Judgment Day. Anthony was the first to react, "Not very good." Fortunately, he has been following Fanzhuo for a long time. Although he is sometimes arrogant, he is also good enough in all aspects, otherwise he can''t be the second in command of the night clan. This is also no.2''s intention to transfer Anthony to the Zongjiu team. Can you take care of it or take care of it? "Just now, the Pope took all the nuns from the cathedral and walked to the Tribunal. But I don''t know why, the Pope was chained and shackled." This is where the trainees are most puzzled. Judgment Day has not completely kicked off, but at the moment when the holy light appeared in the sky, all trainees with black lines on their arms had a dark black shackle on their wrists, symbolizing their guilty identity. For example, Anthony has iron chains on his necks and handcuffs. As long as the thought of breaking free appears in his mind, the place next to the flesh will begin to emit scorching heat and scorching. He had long known from the townspeople that because the identity of a vampire was born unacceptable by heaven, he probably couldn''t pass Judgment Day, and now he has only verified his own ideas. But the Pope is different. The Pope is clearly a "naturally holy person", how could he be shackled like a guilty person? Upon hearing this, Zong Jiu''s eyebrows tightened. After he threw down the sentence "I''ll go and see", he rushed to the square in the center of the town without stopping. The other trainees looked at his back, looked at each other, and followed suit. When Zong Jiu ran to the square, the trial court was finally completed. The huge, full of brilliance of the Judgment Platform slowly formed above the sky, and the light above it concealed everything, and it would burn the eyes at a glance, making people dare not to raise the heart of the gods directly. Thousands of angels made of pure light elements float beside the court, with white wings flapping behind them, and exhausting all the rhetoric, they can¡¯t describe them as holy and beautiful. They floated below the trial court very tacitly, and could not surpass the majesty of the gods. Things that transcend dimensions are like this, unobservable, unintelligible. "The trial is about to begin." The leading sky declared in a calm and alienated tone, "First, the trial begins with the sinner." In the next second, a meteor flashed across the sky, and the cross gleaming with icy lustre plunged deep into the ground, and a cloud of dust floated up. The pope''s scarlet cloak was nailed to the ground by a cross. The little devil closed his eyes, his limbs bleed, and he held the rabbit doll in his arms, his life and death unknown. The townspeople shouted in disbelief, "How can this be possible? I have always been a holy person by nature, how can I be guilty!" "I forgiven our sins under the crown, great kindness, why do you bear your sins?" The angel said indifferently: "His sin comes from his own body and has nothing to do with what you think. He deserves to be judged and fall into the nine hells. It is not an exaggeration to slash him with a thousand swords." The crowd was in an uproar. The angel no longer explained. The crosses once again descended from the sky, nailing the sinners into the earth. At the execution of the sentence after the trial, the good man ascended to heaven. These sinners who were nailed to the ground with heavy chains on their hands and feet were unable to move, and eventually fell into the cracks of the earth, engulfed by lava, and fell into hell. The white-haired young man stood there watching this scene, but an old and kind voice came from behind him. "You still choose to go back to the earth, boy." Zong Jiu didn''t look back, "Do you know my choice?" "Standing here means you have made a choice." The old nun in a black turban shook her head, "I know you won''t come to see me, so I am here." Zong Jiu sighed, "What do you think is the prophecy?" "This is the case for prophecy. No matter what you choose, it will only fit its development in the end." Yes, no matter what the choice is, it will only suit his development in the end. Just like Zong Jiu saw. The original demon is actually the appointed savior. Because of human greed and malice, he eventually degenerates into a great devil. The original Zong Jiu had no emotions and liked to seek excitement. He was not constrained by anything. On the contrary, he was more like a big devil in the traditional sense. Without the twisted jewel of the devil in front, Ren Zhugean would not be able to connect him with the savior. But the old nun guided him and let him put a chain on himself. Since then turned back to the right way. Prophecy is prophecy, no matter how you change, you will still comply. "Avoidance" and "knowing" have long been included in the scope of prophecy. Just like the ancient Greek mythology, Cronus overthrew the rule of his father Uranus and became a new generation of kings. Uranus cursed that Cronus would be overthrown by his own son to usurp the throne just like his fate. So Cronus swallowed all the children into his stomach when they were born. Only the youngest son, Zeus, escaped all this. Sure enough, after he grew up, Zeus overthrew the rule of Cronus, complied with the prophecy and became the third-generation **** king. Without the intervention of those survivors, without the old nuns. Perhaps today''s great devil will become the savior, and the savior will be the great devil instead. Unfortunately, it only stops at "maybe". That''s how it might be, it''s really...hot. "Thank you, although I know in my heart that you are not her, your presence has always made me feel at ease." "Just do what you want." The old nun smiled, "Guiding the lost, this is the greatest meaning of my existence." This copy called "Judgment Day" is so realistic that everything is indistinguishable from reality. For example, she now knows that this white-haired magician will not stay for anyone. "Then boy, what are you going to do now?" The white-haired magician took off the windbreaker and threw it into the wind, revealing the neat white shirt and trousers behind him. He raised his hand in silence, held his earrings, and revealed a card between his other fingers. The icy physics holy sword slipped into the magician''s hand and quickly turned into a crowbar. In the wind, he put up a fluttering sentence. "Go save people." Chapter 157: Judgment Day At this time, the list of sinners was also read to the end in the angel''s mouth. "It''s finally over, not to end this copy, but to end all this..." The trainees who had eliminated the black line of sin stood on the ground, showing excitement and excitement one by one. After the execution and the ascent to heaven, it symbolizes the success of the main mission. After completing the main task, they can freely choose to return to the dormitory of the trainees or stay in this S-level instance. Of course, these trainees who have done their best to clean up the evil have naturally already determined their choice. From the moment they pointed their guns at familiar faces with tears, this broad road has been paved. "The list of trials is finished." The angel floating in the air with flapping wings put away the clay tablet in his hand, with an indifferent tone. [Ah... is it over? ¡¿ The audience in the live broadcast room scrolled through the barrage one by one. [It should come to an end indeed, this dungeon has a unified time of seven days, and the next door to the Death Maze live broadcast room has also ushered in the last pass. It is a bit tragic, I dare not watch it and cut it here quickly] [Yes, several copies are a little bit physically uncomfortable, compared to the Judgment Day copy, at least the pictures are the most beautiful, there are no messy zombies, ghosts, and magician beauty (bushi)] [Wait, then again, will the people who have been nailed to the ground now in the Judgment Day copy surely die? Aside from other things, Anthony was nailed to the ground too...At any rate, he is a high-rank A, the second in command of the Night Clan, it would be incredible to be gone like this.] indeed. The survivors looked at Anthony, who was nailed to the ground by the silver cross and burned under the holy light, with some emotion. The half-vampire bloodline is indeed a great advantage, it can increase physical fitness in almost all directions, otherwise it will not arch the first organization in an infinite loop. It is well known that vampires are dark creatures. They have a great advantage in the ghost dungeon, but once they enter the religious dungeon, their advantage will become the biggest disadvantage. The strength can hardly be displayed, let alone the things that can restrain them abound in the dungeon, any cross holy water can play a group effect, not to mention that this is an S-level religious dungeon. If you really want to be here, you can only say that Anthony is out of luck. Everyone shook their heads with emotion. [Speaking of speaking, have you seen the person named Xu Su? Sure enough, as long as the team was not the second main line mission before, they have all been nailed to the ground. If you want me to say, these people are too dead-headed, and they won¡¯t be moved by such rich conditions.] [I have seen it, alas, now, everyone has their own ambitions. People in this dungeon were suppressed by the main system''s emotions, so everyone should not stand and talk. We are all unsuccessful candidates in the horror trainee competition, let alone an S-level copy now. It is estimated that you will not be able to survive if you throw you in the first solo show, pick your nose. jpg] While chatting on the barrage, the sudden change occurred. After the angel finished reading the list, the sky and the earth changed obviously. The evil balance in front of the court slowly restored its original balance, and behind the angels a vague door began to emerge, with a holy platinum ray on the edge. The opposite is the earth. The earth began to tremble and shake, and the small cracks began to crack from the surface of the ground, and then they expanded and expanded more and more. They were separated from the branch-like cracks, exposing the bottomless dark abyss below. Looking deeper, you can even see the hot lava that is flowing, like the dense sunset glow when the setting sun sets, which is daunting. Such a shock was no less than any major earthquake, and the sinners who were nailed to the ground showed horrified eyes. Before falling into hell, they had to endure the scorching of molten lava and torture. It would be okay to be obliterated without completing the main task, but the main task is to go through a trial. This probably means that the trainees who fall into **** will not die immediately, but will be paid for their sins. The nine levels of **** recorded in the "Divine Comedy", each level of torture can be called inhuman. It is absolutely impossible for anyone to survive these tortures. It would be better to be happy. Unlike these people, those who have been cleansed of sins stand on the ground like a flat foot, and the whole body emits a dim white light. No matter how the ground underfoot splits, it will not swallow these blessed innocent people. That is to say, in the turmoil of such a tumbling sky, a long figure suddenly accelerated and rushed straight towards the biggest crack in it. Gun smoke spread all over him. The young man¡¯s white hair was floating in the air, his calves were taut, and the waist of his shirt was tucked away from his trousers, which outlined the magician¡¯s good figure without a trace of fat. [Fuck, what is the magician doing? Why did you run up all of a sudden?] [Oh my god, he runs so fast, the speed at which his long legs jump out is absolutely amazing] [Wait, sisters, don¡¯t rush to look at the beauty. Look at the direction he is running. Is it possible that he is going to save those trainees who have been convicted of sin? ¡¿ This guess is not impossible, after all, Zong Jiu simply rushed towards the cracked center, pointing his sword at the center. The angel floating in the air said indifferently, "Please stop your actions immediately, otherwise you will be branded with the sin of becoming an accomplice with the sinner." Sure enough, on the white cuffs rolled up by the young man, a shallow black line was looming, and it was about to take shape immediately. Zong Jiu kept silent, turned a deaf ear, with cold eyebrows, and continued to run in the wind. Seeing him like this, the angel no longer tried to persuade, but the next moment the angel discovered that the balance of good and evil could not convict the man who tried to block the judgment! how can that be? The balance is in charge of all living beings, and no living being can escape its sanctions unless it is an existence born from a higher-dimensional world. The situation was urgent, and the angels didn''t have time to take care of more. Instead, they ordered the angel army behind them. "The Lord has already made it clear that anyone who tries to stop the trial from proceeding shall be killed." In the next moment, thousands of light bullets fell from the sky, like a big net intertwined with a chessboard. The white-haired young man turned his feet and walked and stopped in the cage made by this light like a trick, passing by every light bullet dangerously and dangerously. Thanks to his full eyesight, he only needs to look up to distinguish the next trajectory of the light bullet from the dynamic vision, and then avoid it in advance. I also have to thank Zong Jiu for taking the survival points earned from these two dungeons and activities in order to face Gang Jiu head-on with no.1, and give himself a comprehensive physical fitness enhancement. Otherwise, at such a dense level, he really can''t avoid it leisurely. After the dust cleared, the magician walked out from behind the gunpowder lightly. The trainees nailed to the ground were tearful, especially Xu Su, almost crying, and hurriedly pulled himself up. "This is what you do?" Zong Jiu raised his chin, sneered, and looked at the trial court in the sky provocatively. "you--" The angel became angry and could no longer maintain his indifferent appearance. He drew out the lightsaber in his hand, flapped his wings, and turned into a stream of light and rushed downward. Seeing the angel flying down directly, Zong Jiu was not afraid at all. He squeezed the strengthened playing card in one hand, and carried the silver-white crowbar in the other hand, and greeted him directly with the opponent''s lightsaber. "clang--" At the moment when the lightsaber and the Holy Sword of Physics collided, the light of the former was even absorbed a bit. The angel looked at the crowbar in his hand in disbelief, flapping the wings behind his back, staggering back towards the sky a few steps. Zong Jiu blew a whistle. Obviously, he didn''t expect the S-level artifacts such as the Holy Sword of Physics to be so easy to use. He squeezed it twice in his palm, took a stick, and relentlessly exerted force on his calf and bounced into the air. Away. Everyone was stunned to watch him fight the angel back and forth, and even vaguely overwhelmed him. [Ah, what''s the situation, froze. jpg] [I fuck...too strong, face the angels, this is nothing, I say that the magician''s physical fitness has been strengthened to S grade, no one objected it] [Sure enough, thank you for the last gambling game in Las Vegas, one million chips, where the dream started] [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. ! That''s too strong! I will post the screenshot to the forum] "The trial time is up, don''t waste any more time, Angel." While they were fighting, another angel fell from the crack in the sky with flapping wings. Sure enough, as soon as the voice fell, the angel named Angel glanced at him angrily, turning into a streamer and rushing into the sky again. All the angels floated in front of the trial court together and announced indifferently. "The trial begins." The white light on Zong Jiu suddenly disappeared, and this incident almost made him lose his footing and fell into the cracked crack on the ground. The angels could not judge his sins, at most they could only cancel the asylum. When the earth is completely swallowed by magma, those without shelter will also fall into hell. Clusters of burning red sky fires gathered in the cracks in the sky, wrapped in sulfur, thunderstorms also sounded in the cloudless clear sky, and lightning tore everything and fell to the ground. Deeper in the lava, the ghosts flared their teeth and claws, excitedly waiting for the sinners to fall into their **** world, and enjoy the despair and dark pain with them. The cracks on the surface are getting bigger and bigger, and it suddenly expands to the point where it is difficult for the strengthened survivors to cross the past. Zong Jiu stared at that little figure closely. Half of his body has slipped into the crack, his delicate little face is covered with dirty dust, his eyes are closed, and he is shaking unconsciously amidst the sound of sky fire and thunder. But he still held the rabbit doll in his hand. Although he was dirty, he still arched his body to protect the doll as clean as ever. For some reason, Zong Jiu thought of the little boy lying alone on the altar. Everyone was rejoicing in the glory of God, and no one saw the gradual silence of hope in the eyes of the six-year-old sacrifice. Zong Jiu felt that he must be mad to pass through the flames of gunpowder, and even hesitated to face the angels, abandon his main mission, and save this annoying enemy. But...why does the magician have to have a reason for doing things? No matter how much he wants, just do it. The white-haired young man snorted. He suddenly lowered his body, ran on the ground for a while, and then suddenly jumped up, flying for a while, as long as there is a slight mistake, he will directly fall into the crack of magma. Fortunately, there are surprises but no dangers. At the last second, at the end of the collapsing world where sky fire and sulfur meet¡ª¡ª The magician squatted on the ground and took the little hand. At the moment, the latter''s body was suspended above the crack, and his feet were suspended in the air. There was a bubbling lava flowing in the depths. The extreme high temperature scorched the air and scorched the air, and the hot air blew onto his face. The little devil opened his eyes suddenly. The black-brown eyes looked at the beautiful young man who was covered with dust on his body, the corners of his mouth were dry and cracked, embarrassed to the point of being covered with blood, filled with complex and strong emotions that couldn''t be melted away. "Hold on, I''ll pull you up." Zong Jiu whispered, he endured the heat from the high temperature, and was about to pull it upward. However, the next second, the young man turned his head in astonishment. There was a tingling pain in the palm of his hand. The little devil held his head up and looked at him steadily, his eyes full of stubbornness. "I don''t want you to save." He said this, holding the rabbit doll, suddenly released his five fingers, let go of the magician''s hand, and fell into the bottomless abyss below. After a short while, that little figure was swallowed by the lava, and it disappeared in a flash without a trace. Chapter 158: Judgment Day This move stunned the live broadcast room. ¡¾Ok? When did the magician and the pope npc become so good, and the trainee teammates next to him were not saved, they even rushed to save an npc first? It''s impossible just because they are cute, right? ¡¿ [I want to ask this too, I was really surprised just now. It¡¯s okay to save teammates, save an npc... Um, aren¡¯t npcs that default to throwing a copy once] [There is no need to guess like this. Think about it, maybe the magician has discovered any unknown clues about the Pope¡¯s NPC? Or something that can stop the trial after saving him. Of course, all of the above are my guesses. All I really want to say is, someone is an A-level boss, do you still need you to teach him to do things? ¡¿ [Ah, this is not necessary upstairs. It''s a bit weird, the most important thing is that the person has not been saved yet. They let go of their NPCs and said they don¡¯t want him to save them] [Ah...I don¡¯t know if I think too much, I always feel that after the little pope let go, the magician seems a little unhappy] The earth is collapsing. Further down, the silhouette of the evil city first appeared. Those black unknown existences that looked the same as the townspeople screamed and fell into the flames, surrounded by the **** creatures waiting early below, and became the first batch of delicious feasts. . In the sky, the trial court stood silently. The angels lined up neatly, with their white wings curled up behind them, indifferently and condescendingly overlooking the land that was sinking into the fire, sulfur and lava. At a higher level, the huge white holy throne was shrouded in a cloud of invisible light, symbolizing the aloof and unhuman prestige of God. After this era, the world will be destroyed, and a new kingdom of God will be rebuilt on the ruins. After the little demon fell, the lava rolled a bit, and even the red waves did not arouse a bit, and it swallowed the little figure. For a long time, the magician lowered his head and looked at the palm of his hand with a blood stain. His eyes were dull and dull, and he sighed after all. Zong Jiu understood what the little devil meant. As he himself said, the current little devil is nothing but a existence that has been poured into a world maliciously twisted and born. The flame can''t kill him, the heart burns him to death. The demon king who woke up from the savior''s body destroyed an entire super S-class copy world, and turned into a twisted monster who took pleasure in the pain of others. The child who was very well-behaved and well-behaved, with a quiet, unnamed child, had long been pushed to the altar and buried in the super S-class instance named "Perfect World". What''s the use of belated salvation? No one saw the silently extinguished eyes on the altar, no one heard the child''s crying and silent cry for help. No one cares about his death, no one knows. There is no one to save, and he does not need to be saved, and the belated salvation is even more meaningless. So he let go of his hand. I don''t know why, Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that the little devil was lying next to his bed the night before, talking babblingly. He seemed to be sleeping with him in bed, and it was like talking to himself. "In fact, my brother should have noticed. When facing others, my brother is very indifferent. Only when facing an adult... will there be some joy and anger that a human should have." The little boy held his head and laughed unclearly, "He is too. In his eyes, other people are toys that can be discarded at any time, only the brother is different." "I am really more and more curious about where my brother came from. If it weren''t for the adult body to lift a rock and hit his own foot, I am afraid we already know it now. "Even though it''s the same person, I''m still a bit unwilling." "Sigh, I still hope my brother can remember me." After saying this, the little devil was silent for a long time. "Forget it, don''t remember it." ...... Zong Jiu no longer looked down at this. He turned around, the playing cards in his hand flashed again and again, pinning Xu Su and Anthony who were about to fall into the crack, giving them some buffer time. The black-framed glasses on Zhong Yiyuan''s face fell off, with a pair of dark yin and yang eyes open, and he didn''t find out where he was for a long time. In his eyes, the underground is a flurry of demons, and the sky is a mass of pure light elemental geometric bodies floating up. When he looks at it more, he feels dizzy and can''t tell the direction. Zong Jiu grabbed Zhong Yiyuan''s sleeve, and after pulling out the silver cross, relied on himself to strengthen his wrist strength, and immediately pulled the person up without saying a word. After he finished this series of smooth movements, he looked back again, Xu Su suddenly said tremblingly, "Nine, Nine brothers, behind you..." The white-haired young man seemed to be aware of it and turned around. "Rumble rumbling--" Behind him, the darkness almost became a curtain. Those viscous shadows crumpled and refracted from the cracks, with daunting and unclear colors attached to them. In an instant, they filled up all the cracks in the ground, winding and twisting like ink slowly spreading, turning into thorns at the moment of contact with the air, piercing towards the sky. Before the trial court, all the angels showed extreme disgust. Such a deeply twisted malice is definitely their most disgusting thing, not one of them. Angel took the lead withdrawing the lightsaber, "These disgusting and unclean things shouldn''t exist in the world!" His action was like pressing a button. All the angels lined up behind him all drew out their lightsabers, chanting complex and difficult light spells in their mouths. In an instant, thousands of beams of light fell from the sky. However, what is surprising is that after falling into the black mud, such a white beam of light with pure energy was quietly swallowed. It failed to clear the latter at all, but instead allowed the output power to be riveted enough. The angel who Jin wanted to purify them was panting. Finally, something happened. "Da da da." Footsteps from far to near. The figure came stepping on the endless darkness. Fire and darkness surround him, but they can''t hurt him at all. They lowered their heads one after another, surrounded by the king for crowning. At the same time, all viewers who were watching the live broadcast received a prompt from the main system. [Dididi...The connection to the dungeon of Judgment Day is abnormal, and the live broadcast room is temporarily closed] The survivors were taken aback, and after Qi Qi was silent for a second, a heated discussion broke out. "Fuck, what''s going on, it''s a wonderful time!" "Sisters, did I make a mistake just now, why did I seem to see that adult?" "Ah, ah, ah, you read right upstairs, it''s really that adult!!! It''s really him!!!" "Tmd **** main system, why is it so! This is the time! Poor connection!" On the other side, darkness soars into the sky with killing intent. The man stood in place gracefully. He is still wearing that black suit, the crimson tie is tightly attached to the gray vest, and the golden tie is pinned to the white shirt behind him. His black hair was tied up, and his dark golden pupils were full of icy luster. Obviously he didn''t do anything, just standing in the middle of the darkness, couldn''t help making people tremble with fear. Zong Jiu just glanced from a distance and knew that no.1 was really angry as the little devil said. Although in the eyes of others, the devil still had an unpredictable smile on his face as usual, no different. Anthony climbed up strenuously, his eyes widened when he saw it, "It''s that lord......!" Like him, all trainees, whether guilty or innocent, were frightened. As we all know, the whereabouts of this no.1 is a mystery, no one knows his whereabouts, and there is no camera in the live broadcast room. This adult suddenly appeared in the copy of Judgment Day, or it was about to end, which was indeed confusing. The opposite is the hysterical anger of the angels. "Unclean existence!" "Dare to be presumptuous before the god''s throne!" The man raised his hand. Under the pair of white gloves, the thick black mud slowly pushed away, pushing out a black umbrella from it. The devil opened the umbrella lightly and spoke lightly. "It''s noisy." In the next second, all the darkness began to turmoil. It is difficult to describe this scene in words. It was like opening a Pandora''s box, and the shadows gushing from the ground turned into fierce fangs, piercing into the sky without mercy. All the trainees standing on the ground were horrified to see that the weather, which had just been clear and clear, suddenly darkened. These shadows are like ink splashed into the sky, covering up all the light, leaving only a deep and eternal night, constantly spreading farther away. The angels who were flying in the air just now were forced to retreat. Some angels were accidentally stained with a little bit of angels. In an instant, the entire pair of wings were dyed gray and black, and they fell from the sky to the ground with a wailing sound. Swallowed. This scene made all the high-level angels look different. Only fallen angels have black wings, which are a symbol of uncleanness. When Angel realized something, he shouted: "Retreat! Hurry up!" It''s a pity it''s still too late. The shadows that spread to the entire sky blocked their cracks leading to heaven, and there was even a tendency to spread further inside. Under such abundant, rich, terrifying malice, the angels'' abilities were suppressed to the lowest level, let alone purified, and it was difficult to escape. Just now, it was still sitting in the clouds, and the trial court shrouded in holy light suddenly fell and fell to the ground torn apart. Without the holy light, everyone could see clearly, the court was empty, there was nothing, let alone the **** in the angels'' mouths. A flash of lightning flashed across. It''s raining, lightning and thunder. The whole world was raining black, and it was getting bigger and bigger, blackening everything that I saw. Accompanied by the wailing of angels falling, the man opened his arms, threw the black umbrella in his hand, and laughed loudly in the rain. How ironic, everything is just human imagination. There is no **** at all. Even if there is, God will not love the world. The umbrella thrown by the devil floated to the rear impartially, just covering the trainees. As if the black mud had eyes, it didn''t rush towards where they settled. So this place became the only unoccupied painting dungeon between heaven and earth. At this time, the trainees who survived by chance received a reminder from the main system. [Please wait, the system detects that the space is unstable, and it is being detected in advance...] ¡¾The system test is complete. S-level team dungeon: Judgment day, the dungeon has been destroyed] [Clearance rewards are being settled... The dungeon is being closed... The transmission will be carried out immediately after thirty seconds, the transmission location: the studio] I don''t know if it was because of the sudden incident, but the surrounding scenery did not freeze into color this time. So everyone saw it. The man stood at the end of the world, raised his hands, and commanded the destruction of a world as gracefully as a senior conductor. If it weren''t for the falling feathers, the sticky darkness and the cracked sky in the background, this scene would really be like a grand concert in a brightly lit banquet hall. Anthony was almost speechless. His eyes were fixed on the understatement, and the back figure that walked death and destruction with all gestures was filled with distorted worship and fanaticism. Not only him, but the surviving trainees basically looked over. "It turns out... It turns out that this lord actually destroyed a copy like this." Few people know how no.1 destroyed those advanced copies. But without exception, anyone who has watched this scene with their own eyes in the infinite loop has become a fanatical follower of this adult. There were people who didn''t understand. Now everyone understands. How shocking the world collapsed under the power of one person. This is by no means something human can achieve. When it is too strong, beyond understanding, perhaps only faith can be approached. Only Zong Jiu still squatted on the ground, lowering his eyebrows without saying a word. Chapter 159: Dormitory for trainees The black rain fell from the sky, seemingly endless. Just as Zong Jiu saw in his memory, the sky of the world was obscured by deep colors. The foolish believers knelt on the ground in vain and begged the gods for forgiveness. Black rain, black fog, black mud, in short, black things, dye everything black. The people standing in place were swallowed by the black mud, and some people who were lucky enough not to be swallowed, their pupils also turned into the color of Yongye. Not to mention the angels who just wanted to escape but did not escape. Their power was suppressed to the lowest level in such an extremely malicious environment, and they could only be turned into black mud nourishment. Even the **** hidden under the lava hurriedly closed the channel connecting with the earth. For this reason, the higher-ups even gave up the first layer of **** in fright, for fear that the black mud that was unknown but possessed endless aura of destruction would fall deeper. It''s nothing more than **** is so on guard. After all, this sticky malice is so terrifying that even a ghost can contaminate it again. It really scares the ghost a bit. Before this, all the trainees had doubts. What does it look like to destroy a world? Now, everyone has a physical appearance in their minds. The survivors opened their eyes and stared enthusiastically at the back of the conductor standing in the rain laughing. Along with the collapse and sinking of a world in the shadows, finally, 30 seconds after the countdown, the white light transmitted by the main system lit up. In the roar of the broken copy, they were teleported to the familiar studio. The studio hall still looks like a familiar one. This time it is true that nothing has changed. The red gold chandelier is matched with scarlet carpet tapestry. The paved gold thread reflects the warm light under the extravagant light, and the hall is melodious. The soothing pure music makes people relax their tension after coming out of the copy. Although it is called the simplest group copy by the audience in the live broadcast room, the Judgment Day is actually not simple. At least this copy actually hides all the big moves on the last day. If you choose the first main task, even if you pass the Judgment Day, the person who returns to the trainee dormitory will have an unsound personality. A personality full of kindness will undoubtedly suffer in the next more cruel game. For example, the Zong Jiu team, Lin Lin finally managed to survive, only Anthony, Xu Su and Zhong Yiyuan were the only ones who survived. Other people either fell into the lava of **** before they could be rescued, or were killed by light bullets shot down from the sky by angels, or were swallowed by the black mud that the demon attacked indiscriminately, and they were all spared. It can only be said that what the little devil said at the beginning was indeed correct. As long as the big demon can return, he will definitely be angry because of the nature of this copy, and will destroy this copy. "Anyway, I finally came back." Having just witnessed the collapse of a copy that is not so scientific but shocking enough, Xu Su''s voice is still a little floating now. "Well, just come back." Not only him, but even the barbarian Anthony, who has always been going straight, has lingering fears, and his expression is full of fear. Maybe it was only after the glasses were dropped that there has been no time to exchange for new glasses. Now, the Zhong Yiyuan who looks at people is a halo is still out of the question. Several people were silent for a while. Because everyone was more or less injured, especially Anthony, who was tortured to death by the cross and the breath of light, and his clothes were still stuck with blood and opened flesh. Now everyone is busy making five hundred survival points in the main system to recover from their injuries. People like Zhong Yiyuan quickly exchanged glasses for them. Xu Su had the unlucky draw from the A-level blind box during the Halloween event before, with the permission to recover his injuries forever and free of charge. After the white light of the main system enveloped him and recovered all the wounds of his body, he immediately turned his head and began to try to find a familiar figure in the crowd. Perhaps because of the team mode, everyone did not follow the strict hierarchical order when they came back, but was exactly the same as the order in which they stood when they entered the space gate. So Xu Su kept staring at the open space next to them, looking worried. The team that Zhuge had hidden was standing next to their team, otherwise they wouldn''t make a mistake when the space door was opened. But now, this clearing area is still empty, there is no white light and no sign of teleporting back. "Are you looking for someone?" Zhong Yi pushed his glasses far away, "Don''t worry, they haven''t been sent back yet." Perhaps it was because the devil directly violently destroyed a copy, they were considered to be the earliest batch sent back, and when they landed, the whole studio was still empty. Xu Su obviously knew this too, he nodded, "Okay." I don''t know why, he always feels uneasy. Thinking of the inexplicable awkwardness with Xu Sen in the Halloween event before, Xu Su, who had all thought out after experiencing the Judgment Day copy, just felt like a laugh. At the beginning, he was not unaware of his own mind, but just blindly being an ostrich, wishing to bury his head in the deep sand. After all, for Xu Su, a straight man who grew up in a successful family, loved his parents, and grew up surrounded by happiness, it is more terrifying to realize that the person he likes is not terrible, and that he actually likes the same sex. Later Xu Su thought for a long time, tossing and turning around in the cold bedroom of the Cathedral of Judgment Day. This S-level dungeon is good enough, and it also has everything Xu Su longs for, but it is not good. There is no Xu Sen. Xu Su and Xu Sen met when they were in the dungeon of the deserted village. At that time, Xu Sen was only a C-level trainee. Compared with Xu Su, he only had more than one year of experience. One was the bottom of the newcomers and the other was the bottom of the elderly. Not surprising. At that time Xu Su was good at enlivening the atmosphere and gagging. As a rare peer of his age in the team, Xu Sen took good care of him in the dungeon along the way, so he naturally became a friend. In fact, the later things do not need to be elaborated, because there are only one or two copies added to and added. It is strange to say that I have only known each other for a few months, but it seems that I have known each other for most of my life. Standing a little tired, Xu Su didn''t pay attention to it, and sat down on the ground. He remembered the last time he had to take Xu Sen to the top bar for a drink, but the latter could not push him, so he could only take him there. Xu Su was very excited that night. After all, he is a senior, and the group of dorms are all otakus. They have not tried the taste of wine, not to mention that there are all kinds of wine in the top bar. He wants to taste everything. . Halfway through the drink, Xu Su pushed it over with an elbow, "Xu Sen, Xu Sen, have you ever had any alcohol?" Xu Sen, who has been watching him drink in peace and holding a cup of tea symbolically, replied, "Did it." Xu Su had always been a straight ball player, so he jumped up and said, "Wow, you can''t see that you are a boring gourd, but you can still drink! Good fellow!" Xu Sen glanced at him deeply. "Socializing." I don''t know if the alcohol has paralyzed his brain, Xu Su saw the small self in the opponent''s pupils in the dim light, and he was a little bit busy and blushing. As if to cover up, Xu Su hurriedly lowered his head to pour himself a glass of new wine, leaned in front of Xu Sen, and the two brothers licked their necks like that, "Come and come, let''s not talk about it, drink and drink!" "Ahahahaha, if I have a chance to return to the real world in the future, I will go to work in your unit after graduation. Brother will have to cover me!" Xu Sen retracted his gaze and replied lightly, "Okay." Xu Su thought about the past, and a faint smile appeared on his face. He had figured it out, and decided to take the initiative to be honest with himself. Regardless of whether Xu Sen agreed or refused, Xu Su decided to face his own heart this time. White lights flashed one after another, each symbolizing that a surviving team was teleported out. The team dungeon this time is a serious S-level dungeon, and the difficulty can be imagined. The configuration of a team like Zong Jiu and others only survived four people, let alone a low level. Looking around now, many of the ladders where the low-level teams were standing are still empty. Even if they were lucky enough to survive, they were sent back with missing arms and legs, wailing for the lucky ones who applied for the main system to heal. The entire D-class trainees were almost wiped out. After so long, only one D-class was sent back with a serious injury. Tuyumen who had just returned and Zongjiu said hello, "Oh, it''s so early." Zong Jiu looked behind him and found that ten of the thirty people returned. This was based on the premise that Tuyumen was good at protective onmyoji. "Oh, don''t mention it, we passed it to a haunted hotel, and finally pushed the wall to realize that the building materials were all made of bones." Tu Yumen smiled bitterly, "Even the psychic''s perception is blocked, and it''s good to be able to live ten people. But wait, you only come back with four, it looks more tragic than us." Zong Jiu shrugged, "After all, not every team has the strength of the Ye Clan." The team led by Van Zhuo himself also teleported back. Thirty people actually survived 28, which is incredible. However, without exception, his team are all elites of the Night Clan, and they absolutely obey orders, and are very obedient. Naturally, their overall strength is much higher than other scattered teams, which is not the same. Gradually, there were more and more people in the hall. The exorcist also returned with ten people, and when he returned, he still had a hideous wound on his arm. This big brother was too experienced, as if he wasn''t the injured, he calmly exchanged the healing with the main system and then jumped up alive, leaning over and laughing to find out what dungeons other teams had gone to. Tu Yumen realized something, and turned around and asked, "Huh? Why hasn''t no.3 come back?" Not only Xu Su, but the white-haired magician stared at the clearing next to them without saying a word. As the transmitted white light gradually decreased, Xu Su''s heart also mentioned his throat. As we all know, the less white light, the less the team will be passed back. If Zhuge An¡¯s team hasn¡¯t come back before the main system announces that the trainees are assembled, it means that they were killed in the last instance. How could it be possible? That is No. 3, the strongest behind no. 1 and no. 2! Many people in the studio noticed this and whispered. Finally, with the icy mechanical sound of the main system, the last white light finally appeared on the clearing. Chapter 160: Dormitory for trainees "Why Dao Zhuge hasn''t come back... It seems that everyone is almost here." "Yes, I also found out that all the other S-levels have returned. Even the No.10 Tuyumen boss is safe and sound. It is impossible for the No.3 boss Zhuge to have an accident, right?" "Indeed...oh, wait a minute." So time passed slowly in such anxious waiting. There was less and less white light in the hall. As long as anyone with a discerning eye can see it, this round of team dungeons can be said to have once again suffered a lot of vitality for the total number of trainees. As Zhuge An had previously inferred, the collective dungeon wiped out most of the people, and out of the remaining four thousand people, the S-level team dungeon had to wipe out at least half. Sure enough, there are no more than one thousand and ninety-nine people standing in the hall now. Compared with the pomp of tens of thousands of people overwhelming the crowd at the beginning of the thriller trainee competition, it can even be said that it is extremely empty and lonely now. [All the trainees have been assembled, and the fourth round of sub-match and the fifth grade rating will start soon] [After this short round of competition is over, the lowest level of the current level will be eliminated. According to the rules of the game, the trainees who get the D-level after this round of re-evaluation will be automatically put in the penalty copy] [Panoramic camera is being turned on... successfully turned on] Accompanied by the cold mechanical sound of the main system, the last white light lit up. Being impartial, the white light happened to fall next to Zong Jiu and his team. With dim eyes, Xu Su, who was sitting on the ground in a daze, stood up suddenly, revealing a hopeful look again. However, this white light was destined to disappoint him. Because after the white light disappeared, only one figure appeared there. The black-haired man was lying on his back, his robe was in a mess, covered with shocking blood. His eyebrows were tightly furrowed, his eyes were closed, his black hair was covered with dust and blood, and his indifferent and determined face could not help showing some emotions, because he fell into a dangerous coma because of high blood loss. The vigorous palm covered his back, and when he moved away from his strength, everyone discovered that the robe seemed to be pierced by something, and at a glance, he could even see Bai Sensen''s spine. Scarlet blood slid down his slender and pale fingers like a fountain, embarrassed to an incredible level. "Wow¡ª" Almost the whole studio is boiling. Although the group dungeon is an S-level dungeon, the S-level dungeons in the infinite loop are not without an S-level dungeon. S-levels like Van Zhuo and the others almost take up all the places that S-level dungeons open every year, and they even choose the one that leads the organization and leads the dungeons. These veterans are all survivors who have been in an infinite loop for several years, and it is impossible that they have not even been to the S-level dungeon. Zhuge is naturally the same. Not to mention that his battle of fame was in an S-level copy, and he almost didn''t spend that copy. Therefore, it is unbelievable that a mere S-level copy could cause the big brother Zhuge to suffer such serious injuries. Not to mention other trainees, as well as other people who are S-level, they also showed a surprised look. Even No.2 Fan Zhuo, who had been pitted by him, frowned. He also had a general agreement with Zhuge An''s strength in his heart. The injury is understandable, but it is a bit unusual to receive such a serious injury. Zong Jiu was the first to react. The white-haired magician lowered his face and walked quickly over, while squatting next to the unconscious Zhuge An, he directly paid double the survival points to the main system. The barrage exploded directly. [Fuck, fuck, this is the first time I have seen Zhuge suffer such a serious injury! ¡¿ [Me too, my mother, if it weren''t for Zhuge''s boss, I would really think that the internal organs would flow out. This would be too tragic. I almost didn¡¯t even recognize it when Zhuge Big Brother appeared just now] [Check in, just cut in from the live broadcast room led by Zhuge. Just from my own perception, Zhuge seems to have drawn the most difficult one among the dozens of live broadcast rooms... Actually, Zhuge didn¡¯t need to be injured, it was the boss who gave them trainees in the team. I blocked it, but fortunately, the boss exchanged the A-level stand-in doll item in the Las Vegas dungeon before, otherwise it is really...I guess the whole army will be wiped out and split. jpg] [Ah... isn''t it? Is what the sister upstairs said is true? No. 3 was blocked by the team members? Ma yeah, I really can''t see it at ordinary times, it turns out that Zhuge is a good person! ¡¿ ...... One stone stirred up a thousand waves. [Yes, yes, yes, we all thought that Zhuge was not a good person before, but when he rushed to block the players for his life, he directly showed the whole live broadcast room. Alas, it¡¯s a pity that this is a white block. , Not only the boss himself was seriously injured, he also consumed a substitute item for his life, but in the end he was not able to be rescued] [It''s a pity, I also chased it all the way, and I proved that it was all the truth] [Really, that copy of the Death Maze is the most truly exciting and tragic. There is an A-level trainee in their team, it seems to be called Xu Sen, who was a senior who rose very fast before. I remember that he was promoted from C-level, and then he held a black magic item in his hand, etc. The barrage can¡¯t be finished, I take a sip of water and continue to send the next one] [Last one, because the big boss Zhuge used that life-saving item, so this copy of the Death Maze was really desperate in the end and could only be annihilated. At the end of the day, Xu Sen, who was rescued by the boss once, directly used a forbidden black magic to sacrifice himself, and took the time to turn his vitality into a scorched corpse...Really, that. The scene, I will never forget it in my life. It is not much better than the collective copy of the previous B-level trainees. Now, I am surprised that I can live another person. No blows, no black, in my mind, the dungeon of Death Labyrinth can definitely rank among the top three most difficult S-level dungeons] It''s a pity that the causes and consequences explained by the barrage are not visible to the trainees in the studio. Xu Su stood in place, his expression and brain blank, like a puppet whose soul had been taken away. There seems to be no sound in the whole world, let alone the announcement that the main system is preparing to continue at this time. Zong Jiu took the time to look back at him, and an insignificant worry flashed across his eyes. Xu Sen and Xu Su are undoubtedly very good friends. Now that Xu Sen has an accident, Xu Su''s mental state is expected to have a major problem. Everyone was quietly waiting for Zhuge to wake up secretly. Because he is the only survivor, only he knows what happened in the copy just now. After the light of the main system fell, the wounds on the black-haired man began to heal at a miraculous speed. The eyebrows that had been tightened in the coma were also slightly loosened, except for the dark shadow cast by the drooping long forehead on the bridge of the nose. After about a few minutes, his fingertips moved. There were still scarlet blood stains on it that hadn''t dried up completely. Winding like the life veins of leaves, it is shocking. The main system is only responsible for healing, not for beauty. Therefore, the trainees who have recovered from the injury have to wait until the grade rating is over and return to their dormitory to take a bath before they can be cleaned up again. The man''s crow-feather eyelashes moved slightly, and his eyes suddenly opened. His dark eyes were full of surging ink, and he couldn''t see the mist of the first awakening. "Woke up?" Zong Jiu stood in front of him, looking down condescendingly, his expression faint, he couldn''t distinguish the happiness or anger. Zhuge secretly glanced at him in silence, and took the lead in looking away as if he knew he was wrong. His gaze crossed behind the magician and looked at Xu Su who was desperate. Zhuge groaned for a moment, put his hand into the void, and pulled something out of it. After seeing the thing, Xu Su stood upright on the spot, and the look of Xu Su suddenly reacted. He whimpered, Dou Da''s tears seemed to open a valve that broke the bank, but he couldn''t stop it, and he staggered on the soles of his feet. He couldn''t walk smoothly and fell directly to the ground. Fortunately, Zhong Yiyuan, who was by his side, stretched out his hand to help, otherwise Xu Su would really fall to the ground. But even with a handful of help, Xu Su''s current situation is not much better. Zhuge looked at him secretly, and passed the "Book of the Black Hen" in his hand. "This is the prop he transferred to me at the last moment. It contains all he wants to say to you. I will now follow his last wish and bring it to you." As long as the owner of the special item intends to transfer the item, the special item can actually be transferred. However, due to the high cost of survival points and the preciousness of the item itself, few survivors are willing to transfer it. The props in your own hands. After all, many times, death is in an instant, and no one has time to bring out props to ask for the gu. This sentence shattered everything. Xu Su howled and cried, his voice echoing in the huge studio hall. Not only him, the cry was like an infection. Many trainees recalled their friends and partners who had been separated from the dungeon just now or earlier, and faint tears also appeared in their eyes. "Why...I clearly decided to wait until the end of this copy to make it clear...Why...not even the last side..." Xu Su cried out of breath, and his voice was broken and hoarse. After crying for a long time, he took the A-level props from Zhuge secretly. [Successful transfer of A-level props "Book of Black Hen"] Xu Su was in a daze and remembered that the original "Book of the Black Hen" seemed to be the beginning of some disagreements between him and Xu Sen. Because Xu Sen drew this item from the blind box and soared like a rocket, Xu Su felt that he should also become stronger, so he unilaterally began to get awkward. And now, this A-level prop is lying on his hand, and the cover is still stained with mottled blood. When you touch it, it seems that you can feel the residual warmth left by the previous owner. Xu Su shuddered and turned the first page. When he saw the words clearly, grief came from it and passed out without a sound. On the scattered sheets of paper, just write a few simple and scribbled paragraphs in scribbled handwriting. [Remember the wine we drank that night? That is a secret sign that only we know. ¡¿ [I won''t see you for the last time in this life. If I have the next life, I will come to you with a secret signal, so I can live well, Xu Su] ¡¾I am sorry. And... I love you] Chapter 161: Dormitory for trainees Xu Su fainted directly, Zong Jiu sighed and helped him aside. In the current situation, it is really not a wise move to wake people up directly. Instead of letting Xu Su wake up, it is better to let him calm down and take a buffer before accepting this bleak reality. But again, Zongjiu Rao was shocked when he saw Xu Sen''s excellent writing on the first page of "The Book of the Black Hen". He knew that Xu Su and Xu Sen had a good relationship, but he really didn''t expect the relationship between the two people to be so good. This was a direct confession, and Zong Jiu had only waited until now to find out. But fortunately, he wasn''t the only one who forced him. Several S-class standing nearby were also stunned. Tu Yumen was even more stunned than Zongjiu, "This... it turns out that they are in such a relationship, alas, it''s a pity." "Farewell to life and death, yin and yang are separated, it hurts more when it is placed on people who like each other. The exorcist shook his head and lighted himself a cigarette. "Although it is cruel to say, I should be grateful that Zhuge secretly didn''t put them into a team. If the two survivors have feelings beyond ordinary friends, then they can''t. Forming a team, there have been too many tragic examples of death in the past." This is not wrong, and the horror trainee competition is divided into men''s and women''s teams, and there are still many couples in the infinite loop. Intimacy is not the same as the team is also the iron law of almost all organizations. [It''s a pity, I remember these two people met Yu Weimo] [Indeed, the A-level trainee still remembers to leave his A-level props to him when he died, oh, oh, I really cried directly] [Damn, I didn¡¯t really see that they were connected with each other...Ah no, it¡¯s gone if they don¡¯t have the same, I¡¯m split, what kind of human suffering is this?] [When I saw that Xu Su crying and saying that he wanted to confess after this copy, I was really heartbroken, oooooooo, fucking] ...... After such a while, the main system continues to start scoring. Just after this change, the grades D and C came out, followed by grade B. Surprisingly, this time Xu Su also got the double A of the system evaluation and the mentor evaluation, and he immediately soared to the A level. But this is not surprising. Senior survivors now know that Xu Su holds the relic left by Xu Sen in his hand. "The Book of the Black Hen" is an extremely rare offensive prop. It will be a matter of time before you rise to A-level. Not only Xu Su, but Zhong Yiyuan, who followed them back, also got a double-A evaluation. Two C-level trainees in a team got the double-A evaluation, achieved a soaring, and attracted a lot of attention for a while. After seeing that it was the magician leading the team and there were only four survivors, everyone quietly retracted their sights. In addition, the low level is basically not worthy of attention. There are a few trainees who have dropped to the D level in the C level, and they are scared at the moment, squatting on the ground and shaking. Except for the last time the punishment dungeon was transported back with a puddle of inhuman flesh, there were no survivors in the punishment dungeons these few times, which was extremely tragic. Therefore, in the minds of trainees, being eliminated is almost a dead end, and there is no need to have a fluke mentality. Zong Jiu didn''t even look down, and instead secretly said to Zhuge. "I''ll wait for you to come to me to explain." The black-haired man then looked away, raised his eyes and glanced at him, pursing his lips silently. Even if the main system can quickly recover from the injury, the vitality that will be damaged for a while can''t be recovered in a short time. For example, Zhuge An''s face is still pale and cold now, and even the robes on his body are tattered and covered with dry black blood. Only the huge hole in the abdomen shows what kind of danger he has encountered before. Seeing him like this, Zong Jiu somehow felt an illusion of bullying an honest person in his heart. But the illusion belongs to the illusion, Zhuge dark must give him an explanation for this matter. Even if Zong Jiu can vaguely understand that the other party guessed the danger of the death maze dungeon using the Tai Chi gossip board, he deliberately rushed into the space door before him, but no matter what happened in the dungeon, Xu Sen Why the accident happened, and what Zhuge secretly detected, these Zongjiu all need a reasonable explanation. Soon, the evaluation of the main system was transferred to the A level. The white-haired young man stood in place, his brows and eyes faint. Two blood-red letters appeared on his head. Everyone gasped. [Fuck, double S! The magician is double S again, too strong! ¡¿ [My God, the worst person brought out by the magician¡¯s last copy is double A, and Anthony is also an S and an A, my mother, cow] [Have you ever seen the sisters of Magician¡¯s last dungeon come out and talk about what happened in the last dungeon? Why are their team¡¯s ratings so high? It¡¯s a bit abnormal, right? A few days ago, I was still on the forum and someone said that the magician got a lie to win a copy, and this lie can still lie down with a double S? ¡¿ [Back upstairs, I saw that the magician did lie down in the early stage, but he was really awesome in the later stage. Even if he fights the angels with S-level props, he also engages in time-limited rescue. And the most important thing is that the adult also appeared in the Judgment Day dungeon. Although the live broadcast room lost the connection at the end, I guess... who can get the S grade, it is the adult who is also the dungeon. Maybe it¡¯s ruined, quietly. jpg] The trainees standing in the studio hall looked at each other one after another, exchanging a shocked look. As we all know, since the last collective dungeon, ten S-ranks have lost one. Regrettably, no one got a higher score in the last grade evaluation, so among the top ten thrones so far, the no.9 one is still vacant. Soon, the scores of all A-level trainees came out. In addition to Zong Jiu, there are also two high-ranking A-levels who also received high scores of double S. Whispers began in the hall. "There are three double Ss, and I don''t know if a new S-level will appear from the three this time." "Possibly, I am more optimistic about Gu raisers. His last collective dungeon score was not bad. If you are lucky, plus your own strength, you may also be promoted to S." "That shaman should be good too. From experience, he is the most senior." "Since you all bet on shamans and Gu raisers, then I will bet a magician, hahahahaha, although a newcomer, the magician really impresses me every time." During the discussion, someone suddenly said, "Hey, wait, why don''t you guess that the Tuyumen boss will counterattack from no.10? The strength of the boss is the S-level officially certified by the main system from the beginning. Once you performed better in the last instance, won''t you succeed in taking the position?" There was silence, and after a long time, someone whispered: "No, we all assume that Tuyumen is an S-level goalkeeper. The probability of this happening may be equal to the probability of going out to buy a lottery ticket with 10 million. You think Did he ever win against the boss of Tuyumen in Las Vegas back then?" Just when he heard these words, his heart was stabbed again by the non-Chichitu Royal Gate: "..." Hate, he hates it.jpg Soon, the final scores of the entire A-level trainees came out. The two grading letters on the heads of other A-level trainees are combined to form the final score. But I don''t know why, the blood-red double letters on the heads of the three A-level trainees who took the double-S evaluation have not moved, but the main system bypassed them and announced the S-level scores in advance. This is how the same thing? Everyone is a little confused. There are not a few people in the S-level, and the strength of all the bigwigs is there, except for the blood red on the head, the evaluation is soon finished. Sure enough, Tu Yumen still sat firmly on his tenth judges seat, as if he had been nailed to death, and continued to be his S-level goalkeeper. While the trainees were wondering why there were only three double S-class heads with the grade letters on their heads, the main system released a new message. [Due to the complicated rules of the next round of dungeons, the opening time will be two months from now. One month later, another collective meeting will be held in the studio hall, and the detailed rules for the next round of copies will be announced at that time] [In order to commend all the trainees for their courage until now, a special welfare event will be held between the two copies this time] Welfare special event! The trainees are all excited. The special activities previously carried out, whether it is Las Vegas or Kings Game, or Halloween Battle Royale, without exception, have a considerable degree of risk, and a little carelessness is the kind of lifeless. As a result, this time the main system said that the special welfare activities are purely for the trainees, and there will be no danger that involves life or injury. If we used to secretly poke and poke feces in the welfare, risk and benefit are both important, then this time after the risk is eliminated, it will be a bright opportunity. Everyone''s previous fatigue and sadness were wiped out, and they turned to gear up. Of course, there are also many survivors who smell unusual smells from inside. The main system is so eager to improve everyone''s strength, it is very likely that the difficulty of the next dungeon will not be so wonderful. This time it is already S-level difficulty, the next time I am afraid-- [On the evening of the 30th of this month, a special welfare event will be opened in the studio hall of the trainee dormitory: Masquerade Masquerade] [A new list of S-level trainees will also be announced and crowned] [Special reminder: The mysterious tutor who has never seen his face since the game will also appear at this masked masquerade party. If any trainee can find him from the crowd and tell his true identity, he will receive a copy at that time. Mysterious Gift] [The rule book of the makeup masquerade party has been placed in the dormitory of each trainee, so stay tuned] "Wow¡ª" This time the whole studio was really boiling. Not only trainees, but also the barrage screen quickly. Since the thriller trainee competition was held, there have been countless mysteries in it. But I have to say the biggest mystery, it is definitely the "mentor" who has been in the main system since the beginning of the thriller trainee competition. The instructor has half the authority for all the trainees to score each time, and even has the power to change some of the decisions of the main system, which is not surprising. And now, according to the main system''s intention, this instructor actually has another identity, and it is even possible to stand among them? But now, there is an opportunity to reveal the true face of the mentor. Everyone is boiling. Chapter 162: Dormitory for trainees After returning from the studio, many people discussed the special welfare activities announced by the main system at the last minute. Not only the way this event was carried out, but also the true face of the mysterious tutor, the topics were enough for the trainees to discuss with the audience in the live broadcast room for a long time. [My God, the true face of the tutor, who wouldn''t want to know! ¡¿ [Come here, have you opened the bet, come and guess who the tutor is among the trainees] [Wait, did you make a mistake? You think, what the main system usually likes to do is not to dig holes for others to jump. What it said just now did not explicitly say that the instructor is in the category of trainees. Don''t be so eager to open the bet. In case the instructor is the trumpet of the main system, anyway, it is now pitted by the main system. I am Don¡¯t believe it¡¯s nonsense] [Indeed, what I said upstairs makes sense. Just listen to the main system''s words. When I first heard about special welfare activities, I felt strange. Even if the main system is really sending warmth, it is impossible to get it so simply. ¡¿ ...... In the eager discussion of other people, Zong Jiu directly led Xu Su, who was unconscious, to the exclusive elevator for A-level trainees. Xu Su is now A grade. Of course, seeing him fainting and still restless, still with a tear-stained face, knows that he would rather not have this A grade. Zhong Yiyuan and Anthony carried Xu Su in one hand and carried them into the conference room in the A-level corridor. Perhaps it was the alliance and friendship concluded on Judgment Day that made these three people familiar. After all, there were almost five to twenty-three trainees who insisted on taking the second main line at the beginning, and there must be some sympathetic revolutionary friendship. "Put him on the sofa." Zong Jiu commanded them, then turned his head and rang the bell for the waiter to take care of them. "Go change clothes first, and gather here in thirty minutes." They came the fastest. Except for a few of them, Zhuge An, Fanzhuo, Tuyumen and Exorcist all greeted them first, and went back to the room to take a shower and clean up. After setting up Xu Su, Zong Jiu turned around and left with the others and returned to his room. He had just walked into the corridor, and the butler who had been waiting for a long time greeted him, bent down and respectfully took over his muddy dusty long windbreaker, and instead pushed a pair of brand new cotton slippers that had been heated to the point. Come. "Welcome back, sir." "Hot water is ready for you. Maybe you want to try some freshly baked scones and afternoon tea after bathing?" Zong Jiu paused his hands when he unbuttoned his chest button, and glanced at the blue and white cat by the fireplace. After hearing the sound, the cat who squinted and curled up into a fire gave him a cold look, then glanced at him uninterestedly. Good guy, this is the attitude a cat should have. Zong Jiu shook his head in his heart, "Let''s make a pot of Darjeeling." To wash away one''s fatigue, hot water bath is the best way. The young man lay on his back in the bath, with a white hair cascading down like a waterfall, and the end dropped into the hot water. After being soaked, it was attached to the bare/naked back and shoulders, like snakes full of seduction. When I was in the bath, I was okay. Zong Jiu took a look at the special event rule book on the side and put a bubble bath ball into the pool water by the way. The white bath ball rolled twice in the hot water, suddenly exploding a large swath of colorful bubbles, clustering him in the center. Zong Jiu raised his head lazily and stretched out a hand to turn the page. "Mask Party Rules and Precautions" The rest time for the trainees this time is exactly two months. The dance party set by the main system will be held on the thirtieth day of the first month. It will last for one day and go directly to the 31st. This time the main system specially showed off that the rules for the next instance are more complicated. According to Zhuge An''s reasoning, the next dungeon will be Super S Grade dungeon in eight or nine times, and the number of people with less than two thousand people will definitely fall to the point where there is no one in ten. The rules of the makeup masquerade are as follows: 1. The prom starts at 7 pm on the 30th and ends at 10 am on the day. 2. To participate in the ball, you must wear a formal dress and a mask to enter the venue. 3. The dance party is divided into three stages. The first stage is the admission stage, which lasts for one hour. The second phase starts on time at nine o''clock in the evening. The second stage of the dance party officially kicked off, when you can freely invite your partners to dance and talk. The mentor will release a clue at this stage. If the mentor can be successfully found from the crowd, the third stage can be started. In the third stage, trainees can invite their determined tutor candidates to dance. After the dance is finished, if they choose the right one and can tell the true identity of the tutor, they can get the mysterious prize of this makeup masquerade. The above is an explanation about the mystery prize and stage of the prom. The next rule book is the ordinary rules, which also points out a clear path for other ordinary trainees. After all, this is a special welfare event. Just participating in a dance party can''t achieve this goal. First of all, the rule book recommends that all trainees go to the indoor city on the first floor to buy some clothes and decorations for themselves. Because when the ball starts, everyone will have to wear different dresses and masks to enter the venue. Under the premise of not revealing oneself, the more people can be recognized, the more survival points will be rewarded. Similarly, if you are recognized by more people, the rewarded survival points will be deducted. The rule book also stated that the modelling room opened on the eve of the dance party in the indoor city on the first floor can even change the height and body contours. As soon as this rule comes out, one can imagine how many demons will be dancing in the makeup mask ball at that time. After all, this is not a playhouse, but the final benefit is the survival points. If the next dungeon is really a super S grade dungeon that cannot use props, then the survival points will undoubtedly become extremely useful. Of course, in order to restrict the trainees from turning themselves into a completely different person, the main system forces them to retain three salient characteristics, and the main system will open up clues to other trainees from time to time. It can also make the game more exciting. After reading it, Zong Jiu threw the rule book away and twisted his eyebrows tightly. The hot and white mist filled his brows and eyes behind his back, and the long and narrow ends of the eyes were also dyed with squiggly color. If you were suspicious in the first place, you can now see the rules and you can directly determine it. There is no doubt that this is a bright invitation. Now, among all the trainees, there is no more than one slap that knows that No. 1 is the instructor. I don''t know if no.2 is aware of it, but anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu and Zhuge An know this well. Not to mention, in the countermeasures discussed by Zong Jiu and Zhuge An, the next step is to solve No. 1 as the real identity of the instructor as soon as possible to prevent more innocent trainees from standing on the wrong team. Therefore, the make-up masquerade is a blatant conspiracy, and it is also a blatant provocation. As the leader of the other alliance, Zong Jiu not only had to find the devil from the crowd full of disguise, but also had to expose his identity as a trainee in the public. Although he still doesn''t know what kind of signal the main system is to activate this behavior that is obviously detrimental to his allies, this time even if it is Yangmou, Zong Jiu can get it. After figuring this out, Zong Jiu suddenly stood up and plunged into the bath full of hot water and colorful foam. He swung around the bottom of the water a few times before breaking through the water, combing his five fingers into a comb, pulling the wet forehead on his forehead to the back of his head, squinting his eyes and stepping out of the bath. Although there have been many situations in the copy of Judgment Day. But in Zong Jiu''s heart, he always distinguished clearly. I was really curious about what kind of dungeon world should be to cast a character full of malicious distortions like no.1. Now that I know it, I feel that it is not unreasonable. To some extent, Zong Jiu, who is extremely similar to him, is the most understandable. He and the devil are the same person, he doesn''t care about the past, and he won''t be obscured by any haze from the past. If you want to use this past to work on a madman, then there is really no need for it. Therefore, this past is no more than an episode, and the tit-for-tat between them, the life-and-death situation has not changed. But maybe there are. Zong Jiu put on his clothes, picked up the brand-new windbreaker that was set aside, and his drooping eyes were obscure. Like the little devil frankly that the adult body was reluctant to kill him, Zong Jiu also found that he couldn''t do it either. On Judgment Day, he had countless opportunities to kill the little devil at the weakest moment, but he chose to let it go again and again. For him, whose feelings are almost nonexistent, it is too unbelievable. Is it possible to become an old enemy and still have spiritual infection? The white-haired young man sneered, and for the thought that came out of him, he took the Darjeeling tea with the right temperature and drank it, and left the room with the butler bowing his head respectfully. When Zong Jiu walked to the meeting room at the end of the corridor, Xu Su was already awake. His condition after waking up was not necessarily better than when he was in a coma. He lay on the sofa blankly, did not get up, his pupils were dilated, and he had lost the luster of ordinary ghosts and spirits. Xu Sen¡¯s death hit him too hard, and onlookers could easily see that Xu Su even grew up many years old in just a few hours, and his soul also went away with Xu Sen¡¯s death. Now, all that is left is a walking dead. The white-haired young man frowned and glanced at Zhuge An, who was standing aside earlier than him but closed his eyes in silence. "What? You want to die at all, right?" Zong Jiu laughed angrily at Xu Su''s appearance, "I really should let Xu Sen look at you like this." Hearing the familiar words, Xu Su suddenly recovered from the state of loss of soul. He opened his mouth, before he could say anything, his tears fell like a broken thread, like a conditioned reflex, which could not be stopped. "Okay, there is no way. Have you forgotten the reward for the first place in the thriller trainee competition?" Xu Su had already, suddenly sat up from the sofa, as if a helper had grabbed the last straw. It is a universal wishing ticket. The main system promises a wish ticket that can be realized immediately even if the desire to become a **** immediately is made. If it''s a universal wish ticket, I want to make a wish for resurrection... it must be possible too. Thinking of this, Xu Su''s eyes dimmed again after hard work. As we all know, only after the final round of competition, the one who ranked first among the 100 trainees can get the universal wish ticket. Xu Su has this determination and courage, but when he thinks of that adult, there are so many S-classes that are much stronger than him, he can''t help but feel a little sad. He knew that this method mentioned by Brother Nine was his last hope, no less than a bit of a serious patient. Even if he knew that the **** of death was pressing harder, he still used saline to his body, drinking poison to quench his thirst. "Put away your frustrated expression and be obedient." Zong Jiu patted him on the shoulder, "Your eldest brother, I have no special wish to make for the time being. Perhaps I am in a good mood. It is not impossible to make a wish to resurrect all the survivors who died in an infinite loop." When Xu Su heard it, he jumped up from the sofa hill like riding a rocket, and suddenly kneeled to the ground, banging his head directly at Zong Jiu, tears flying. "Brother Nine...I must be with you! Brother, you will be my brother from now on. If you want me to die, I am absolutely nothing!" As long as there is hope, the desperate can carry on with hope and continue to live. The two of them had a conversation there without noticing that Zhuge An suddenly opened his eyes, and the dark pupils inside were obscure. It just so happened that Zong Jiu turned his head at this moment, "Looking at Xiao Xu being so sad here alone, Zhuge elder Zhuge apparently arrived first but sat with his eyes closed and calmed down, why didn''t he say a few words of comfort?" Zhuge secretly reduced the dark color in his eyes, and said faintly: "I am not good at emotional problems." "No, haven''t you ever been in love?" Zong Jiu looked at the opponent suspiciously, thinking that this guy doesn''t have the same innate bugs as lack of emotions like him. The black-haired man did not answer this question, but closed his eyes again, and said coldly, "The wise are not in love." Zong Jiu:? ? ? Good guy, these words sound okay, thinking about it is really winning! Almost all the people in the world who are addicted to love have been scolded again, and at the end they also praised themselves. As expected of you, Zhuge dark.jpg Chapter 163: Dormitory for trainees Since no.3, he dragged down the sentence "The wise man is not in love", the conference room fell into a weird silence. Zhuge secretly didn''t seem to want to spend more time explaining. After saying this, he closed his eyes again and continued to lean against the wall in silence, his back straight, like an evergreen tree that would never fall down. Cypress. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and said, "Come on, briefly describe what happened to your team in the Death Maze." When this topic was mentioned, Xu Su, who had just had some hope, bowed his head again, a trace of intolerance flashed in his expression. But even so, he told himself over and over again, forcing himself to listen. Xu Sen couldn''t die so unexplainably. No matter how sad, Xu Su had to figure out the cause of his death. If he doesn''t even have the courage to listen to this point of the past, let alone help Jiu Ge Jianzhi No.1 and get the universal wish ticket. So Zhuge, who had just taken a rest, secretly groaned for a while and spoke again, briefly and concisely describing their encounter in the death maze. The maze is located in a unique different space, and the entire space is covered by a huge maze. The labyrinth was covered with a mist of invisible fingers, scattered all around, concealing all the lines of sight that were intended to be prying. The main task of this dungeon is to find the only way out in the death labyrinth. If it is not found on the seventh day, it will usher in the end of the group annihilation. The shape of the entire maze is a bit similar to the Minoan maze in ancient Greek mythology. Unlike the Minoan maze, the death maze has only one layer, which is incredible. At the beginning, everyone was thrown at the entrance, behind which was a dead end, with three fork roads in front and on the left and right. The maze requires that they can only enter one person at a time. Someone thought that Theseus in Greek mythology used the method of spinning to break the maze of Minos, so they also began to learn to put the thread in. It is a pity that when they entered, they found that the ghosts in the death maze would cut the line or transfer it. After breaking down several trainees who directly followed the spinning sheep into the tiger''s mouth, they had to change their strategy and could only use the dumbest way to measure the maze. So after breaking a few people, they got the blue fire that can disperse the fog, and carried it in their hands with a copper lamp, like a small lantern. After getting the blue fire, the maze relaxed the restrictions, allowing them to enter multiple people at once. But no one expected that the blue fire would attract ghosts wandering in this maze, so those who entered the maze directly destroyed several teams. It can be said that the road leading to the exit from this maze was paved with the blood and flesh of the survivor for life. In one of them, halfway through their exploration, one of the survivors encountered a shadow monster in the death maze. Shadow monsters can hide in people''s shadows, so when holding a blue fire, you must not only prevent the flames from extinguishing, but also prevent shadow monsters from sneaking out of the shadows. Xu Sen was holding "The Book of the Black Hen" in his hand. When he lowered his head and chanted the spell, he didn''t notice that the black magic book in his hand pulled out a dark shadow on the maze wall. Originally, he was bound to die, but Zhuge An helped him block it at the very moment of his death, and the center of the mouth, consumed one of his own A-level props stand-in dolls. In the end, somehow the man was rescued, and it was a surprise. Later, Zhuge An inferred that the death maze was located in a mirror world based on the clues along the way. The part they have detected belongs to the first part. Then, they only need to follow the diagonal movement of the mirror to find the exit opposite to the entrance folding mirror. But the most terrifying ghosts are all over the center of this road, and there are countless horrors that can''t be seen. The people who survived were broken down on the road leading to the exit one after another, and in the end only two people remained. But in front of them was a group of ghosts who needed fresh flesh and blood to lure away. Both Zhuge An and Xu Sen clearly understood that if no one made sacrifices, then both of them would have to fold here. The Tai Chi Bagua Pan has been used up to the upper limit in the previous levels. Xu Sen was silent for a long, long time, "There is a forbidden technique in "The Book of the Black Hen"..." Walking ahead, his body was stained with blood, and the messy black-haired Zhuge glanced back at him secretly. This forbidden technique is the most powerful black witchcraft in the entire book of black hens, possessing a power comparable to a single blow from an S-level attack item. But since it is black witchcraft, it is different from mild white witchcraft. Although it has powerful power, it also needs to pay a corresponding price. The price is vitality. Xu Sen has already paid the price once. In his last collective copy, a piece of charred fingers successfully allowed him to survive, and he also got a good result of soaring to the A grade. He shivered and opened the black magic book in his hand, and his scorched black fingers, which had already lost consciousness, were trembling slightly. Xu Sen knew what his decision meant. It means sacrifice, it means death, and it means he will never see Xu Su again. The young man who laughed to dispel the gloom of others, and that Xu Sen tried to hide his ugly hand back, but he carefully touched his fingers, the words that he had never confided, and the confession that he could never say. Never see again. This time of contemplation seems to have passed a long, long time, as long as a century, perhaps only a second. Xu Sen gritted his teeth and raised his head suddenly, with a harsh and hoarse voice: "Give me two minutes." Only ten minutes, the copy will be closed. Zhuge saved him secretly once, and Xu Sen had to pay this life back. If he does nothing, both of them will die here, with no life left. He is a dignified man, unable to die and owe favors. Xu Sen bit open the pen cap, squatted to the wall, spread out the magic book in his hand, and quickly wrote on the first page. After entering the infinite loop for a year, he hardly shed tears, except this time he made an exception, his teary eyes were hazy, and he was shaking with every word he wrote. After writing those paragraphs, he tore off the forbidden technique on the last page of "The Book of the Black Hen" and handed the thick black book to Zhuge An. "Please help me... hand over this book to Xu Su, who is the C-level trainee, Xu Su in the Nine Brothers team." The black-haired man took a fixed look at the A-level props in his hand and nodded, "I will bring it." I don¡¯t know why, Zhuge, who has always been taciturn, asked secretly, "Are there any other words to bring?" "No, I would like to thank Senior Zhuge for taking care of me before. Please be sure to live." Xu Sen wiped away his tears, chanted a string of arduous spells in his mouth, clutching the remaining pages, and rushed into the mist without looking back. The ghost whispered and lost his way, swallowing the body that gradually turned into a charred corpse. This recount is no different from Ling Chi. Xu Su''s crying red eyes burst again. He tremblingly turned to the last page of the "Book of the Black Hen". Sure enough, in the corner between the page and the spine of the book, there was a trace of a torn page that was clearly torn apart by people. He stared at the trace for a long time, gently brushing it with his hand, crying and laughing. Xu Sen knew the danger of this forbidden technique, so he would rather tear it off than Xu Suyou would try to use it or know its way. After Zhuge finished speaking, the conference room fell silent again. The white-haired youth suddenly raised his eyes, glanced at the black-haired man''s sharp side face and jaw, and had some strange guesses in his heart. They have some kind of tacit understanding. Now in front of Xu Su, Zong Jiu didn''t mention that Zhuge An absolutely deliberately ran into the space door with the team, so Zhuge An unanimously closed his mouth, and this didn''t happen. But if you follow this line to speculate, Zhuge An vomited blood between the dungeons last time, it is very likely that it was because of the use of Tai Chi gossip pan to predict the future. If Zhuge could guess the danger of the next dungeon, could he also guess Xu Sen''s death? Guess that you can come back from this copy without any risk? After all, to put it bluntly, Zhuge secretly saw that people''s abilities were absolutely not bad. At first, he not only saw through Zong Jiu''s indifference under his appearance, but even clearly saw the chains on his body. Therefore, it is impossible for him to be unclear about Xu Sen''s character. Although the latter''s character is rather boring, it is definitely the kind that will be rewarded for grace. Furthermore, Suddenly blocked Xu Sen''s knife and even consumed a valuable A-level prop. This is really not Zhuge''s style. In weekdays, as long as there is one possibility, Zhuge secretly calculates three steps in one step and considers it repeatedly. Like a control freak, the possibility of going beyond his control is not allowed. Among other things, Shu Zongjiu bluntly said that although they have reached a temporary cooperation now, he also sees sincerity from Zhuge An, but if no.3 is a person who will sacrifice himself and be brave enough to protect others from the sword, that is also great. No need. After reasoning like this, Zhuge secretly knew that this copy was dangerous for Zong Jiu, so after guessing that he would definitely survive, he rushed in without hesitation. If he even counts Xu Sen''s reaction, according to his personality, he is more likely to use the calculations to achieve the final goal. I have to say that this idea is more in line with Zong Jiu''s understanding of Zhuge dark. For a moment, Zong Jiu thought of many things. He thought of the untimely moon card that had never been able to find the source, representing deceit. Zhuge secretly concealed things from him. what is it? It was at this moment that the black-haired man who had been closing his eyes suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him in the air. Those dark eyes were very deep, and there seemed to be a small whirlpool inside, grabbing all eyes. Zhuge An''s gaze was very calm, but Zong Jiu knew that the first time he met him, the two of them should be thinking the same thing now. Suspecting the Lord in front of the Lord was caught, Zong Jiu didn''t have any panic after being caught on the spot, but looked back calmly, without concealing the suspicion in his eyes. Just when they looked at each other for a while, Zong Jiu felt that Zhuge An should be ready to speak, and when he asked his Liu Chan to show his teacher, the black-haired man suddenly took his gaze back slowly, and continued to close his eyes on the ground. To explain half the meaning, a pair of alliances has been formed anyway, and there are demons looking at you, you like it or not. Zong Jiu: "..." It''s really you, Zhuge dark. Chapter 164: Dormitory for trainees After they were silent for a while, several other allies also came one after another. Tu Yumen changed into new clothes, the exorcist looked much better, and Van Zhuo brought Anthony over. It''s almost a pot of tea, and everyone is here. As usual, Onmyoji took care of Xu Su''s situation, and gave him a lot of weird spells, saying that if he couldn''t sleep in the middle of the night, he could fall asleep by sticking a sheet on his forehead. Xu Su gave him a reluctant smile and accepted it gratefully. After a while, I finally started to cut to the topic. The topic is about special welfare activities and how they should deal with the topic. Having closed his eyes and rested for a long time, Zhuge secretly opened his eyes again, restored his own stubbornness, and began to talk about his speculation arrangements and arrangements. Anyone who wants to interrupt will be thrown over by him. other people:"......" Forget it, IQ is not as high as his, just listen silently. First of all, in accordance with the pace of their previous plan, the goal of the next action is to open the No.1 mentor vest in front of everyone. But the problem is that Zong Jiu once used this information to make a deal with the main system when he was in Las Vegas. He could not take the initiative to inform other people of this information clue, otherwise he would be obliterated. Zhuge dark didn''t know what he thought. He didn''t seem to intend to make this information public. Instead, he rationally explored the deep meaning behind the makeup masquerade and the possibility of the next copy. The next dungeon is undoubtedly a Super S Grade dungeon. Zhuge secretly said that he had been lucky enough to get a note left by a senior in an S-class copy, and the horror of the super S-class copy was revealed in the inside. "A long time ago, Super S Grade dungeons were allowed to bring props into the arena. But since the Super S Grade dungeon was opened nearly ten years ago, the main system has shut down the rules that can bring props, and instead wrote these rules. In the Survivor¡¯s Rules Book, this is known to everyone..." The black-haired man gave Zong Jiu a meaningful look, "But after reading through the rules book of the thriller trainee competition, I guessed it reasonably...you don¡¯t need to know the process, because you may not understand me. Thinking loop, so just listen to the conclusion directly." "This Super S Grade dungeon launched by the main system is likely to loosen the restrictions on the prop rules a little bit, but it is hard to say how to relax this limit. I have at least 80% certainty about this." "Now instead of focusing on special items, it is better to earn more survival points and give yourself enough physical foundation strengthening before entering the Super S Grade dungeon." Faced with this suggestion made by Zhuge, everyone attached great importance to it. Infinite Loop hasn''t reappeared Super S Grade dungeon in the past ten years, so many rumors about Super S Grade dungeon are left by the last survivors. One of the most famous is that a certain **** system suddenly announced that if it wants to open a Super S Grade dungeon in the future, it will cancel the privilege of special items or bloodline bonuses. If the props and bloodline cannot be used, then all they can rely on is physical strengthening. Even if the survival point required for physical strengthening is so high that it is staggering, it is useful at any rate, and it will not be a mermaid. In the end, Zhuge made a final decision: "The rules for the next copy will not be announced until the end of the first month, and then the specific situation will be known. During this month, you should take a good rest." The few S-levels present are all big players with survival points and special items. It can be seen that they squandered casually in the casino at the beginning. At this moment, Tuyumen and the Exorcist seem to plan to find the main system to **** some special items that are not needed, and enhance their physical fitness by the way. Therefore, the real focus of the Masquerade Masquerade was on Zong Jiu. He glanced at Zhuge secretly and said nothing. ...... In the following time, the entire trainee dormitory plunged into a sea of ??joy. Not to mention the length of time for the replay, the special event in the middle turned out to be the special welfare event, which made people feel that the main system finally had a conscience. Even if the points may be less, at least the risk is reduced to zero at least, so there is no need for the trainees to worry about getting rich. Many people enthusiastically went to the indoor city on the first floor of the trainee dormitory after two days of rest. The indoor city has recently opened a modeling house for this makeup masquerade. Trainees can pinch a full-length 3D model for themselves in the modeling room, dress up the model at will, and even change the height profile, etc., as long as they can pass the judgment of the main system, they can save it, and wait until the day of the dance party. It is very convenient to install. This is a pure entertainment activity. Everyone wants to recognize others and earn more survival points. The atmosphere is cheerful, and it is not rare to design their own image into a weird appearance. There are even many trainees who are covered by masks, secretly planning women''s clothing. Hey, let alone, this idea is really possible. The model can be fitted with prosthetic breasts, change the body curve, play the game in peacetime and turn on the transforming device, put on the stockings and miniskirt to directly transform into a beautiful girl. In addition, everyone has to wear a mask, which is a completely no psychological burden. He squeezed his throat and called his brother sweeter than anyone else. Sao is still a man''s show, and when it''s true, there is nothing wrong with others. When Zong Jiu had breakfast today and came to the styling room on the first floor, the stylist npc guarding the door brightened his eyes and screamed exaggeratedly, "Oh, my main system, let¡¯s see how this is. Good ladies'' seedlings!" Zong Jiu: "......?" He withdrew his gaze blankly, "Borrowed." "Oh no! Boy, don''t you really think about it!" The stylist showed a broken-hearted expression, turned around and stopped in front of him, the tape measure in his hand began to make gestures to Zong Jiu from the air, with a fiery light in his eyes. "This shoulder-to-hip ratio, this waist-to-hip ratio, this leg-length ratio, look at the white hair of the moonlight waterfall, like the eyes kissed by the rose, attracting attention like Aphrodite, full of transcendence. A beautiful face with temperament...Oh, I can guarantee that you will be the most eye-catching and showy person at the party. Not wearing women''s clothing is really your loss." The stylist looked at Zong Jiu who went straight away, and waved with tears: "Wait!! Don''t you need a stylist to assist you in choosing clothes?!" Zong Jiu: No, no need. He quickly walked into the modeling room and pulled the door panel fiercely to cut off the exaggerated voice outside. After Zong Jiu walked into this small room, the light at the top suddenly changed. Originally the room was only as big as a fitting room, but under the extension of the light, a water mirror slowly appeared in front of him. The surrounding corners of the room began to gradually spread and then spread, and finally it became impossible to find the boundary, and it was endless. . In the mirror, a reflection identical to Zong Jiu appeared. It was different from Zong Jiu who was standing. The standing posture of the reflection was more like a model placed in a glass booth. Although he had the same facial features and body as him, it was No expression, hollow pupils, unable to find the center of sight. If you can find the line of sight, it becomes a horror movie. Zong Jiu slandered in his heart, not eager to do something for himself, but first glanced at the rows of labels next to him. ¡¾Hairstyle¡¿¡¾Body Type¡¿¡¾Apparel¡¿¡¾Accessories¡¿¡¾Mask¡¿ Because the faces of all trainees are covered under the mask, the face cannot be adjusted, so this option is not available. The sound is the same. After the ball opens, everyone''s voice will be mechanized by the main system, turning into an indifferent AI sound. The rule is that no matter how you dress up, you can use any theme, but everyone must leave three distinctive features. Zong Jiu''s salient features are gone. The first is this snow-white hair, and the second is the pale skin that lacks pigment, plus the color of the pupils that are different from ordinary people. You can leave your eyes hidden under the mask, but you can''t leave your hair alone. If he dared to participate in the dance with this hair color, wouldn''t he be swearing his identity brightly? So Zong Jiu was the first to choose to change his hair and color. Oh no, in fact, it can''t be considered the first choice of hair color. After Zong Jiu came in, the first thing he did was to spot his size first, and slam his height of 1.8 meters to two meters. He has long been overlooked by the guys no.1, no.2, and no.3! Obviously 1.8 meters tall is also a very standard male model. Zong Jiu can usually smile at the airport before wearing the book. Who wants to get these people after wearing the book is like drinking milk in the mother''s womb, which is very irritating. jpg After adjusting his height, Zong Jiu started to pull in the [hairstyle] tab. The main system is simply omnipotent. The hair styles given include ancient and modern hair styles at home and abroad. Zong Jiu even saw Medusa''s hair style in it, and it definitely comes with a burst effect when he comes out. Good guys, let¡¯s travel around the world and wonders coldly here? Zong Jiu shook his head, first replaced his white hair with the most common and common black. As the color changed, his temperament in the water mirror also changed. Originally, Zong Jiu''s skin was white, his black hair made his skin whiter, and the blue blood vessels could be seen clearly. Stopping in the hallway of the trainee dormitory in the middle of the night was absolutely horrifying. No, what about the hair, you still have to match the clothes. He glanced twice and felt that this was more conspicuous, so he rushed to the clothing section again, planning to give himself a whole set of clothes first. As a result, when he opened the clothing column, Zong Jiu started to have trouble again. The clothes here are dazzling, there are all kinds of weird themes, styles and ages, making it impossible to choose one. Ordinary people are generally willing to choose exaggerated clothes, but in Zong Jiu''s view, exaggerated clothes are bound to attract more attention, it is better to wear the most ordinary kind...Wait! By coincidence, his gaze swept across an ordinary and plain black suit in the clothing display cabinet, and his gaze happened to collide with his black hair, and a wonderful idea suddenly appeared in his mind. If you want to attract attention and suspicion, the easiest thing is of course not to wear exaggerated clothes, but to dress up as the most famous trainees in the thriller trainee competition. E.g...... Zong Jiu looked at "no.1" in the water mirror and smiled with satisfaction. Chapter 165: Dormitory for trainees Zong Jiu felt that he was simply too smart. Following the devil¡¯s hateful face in his memory, he shortened the long black hair, **** a braid and hung it around his shoulders, and pulled his forehead twice to fix the fixed hair semi-permanently in the fixed place. . After finishing the haircut, he backhanded and picked a black suit that was unchanged for 10,000 years, with the same dark gray vest and dark red tie¡ªeven the bronzing stripes on the tie knot. The details are also considered. Coupled with the tie clip, the gray and silver on the chest symbolizes the immortal ancient Egyptian cross, and even the length of the chain hanging down is exactly the same as the one on the chest of the original no.1. This is no difficulty for Zong Jiu, after all, it is not a friend who is most familiar with a person, but your opponent. As a qualified enemy, Zong Jiu can recite what his No.1 clothes look like with his eyes closed. He is sure that his No.1 is definitely not much worse than the original version! This is the cultivation of being an old enemy! After putting on the black leather shoes, Zong Jiu looked at himself in the water mirror and fell into an awkward silence. I have to say that the whole outfit of No.1 plus Zong Jiu''s own face is very uncomfortable at first glance. There is even a sense of horror in that feeling. He quickly picked an ordinary black mask, snapped it on his forehead, and looked at the masked person inside, and then heaved a sigh of relief. Looking at the Shui Jing this time, I only feel that my fist is hard! Zong Jiu enlarged the figure in the water mirror and modified the details of the figure bit by bit. It was also at this time that the modeling house kindly reminded him that he needed to retain three distinctive features, not his face. Zong Jiu was lost in thought. Can''t think of it, his slender fingers slid lightly over the suggested options on the water mirror to see what suggestions it could give him. [1. Keep your unique smell] Zong Jiu: "..." He looked down with a weird face and smelled it on himself, but he didn''t smell any special smell. But since the main system says yes, then so be it. Anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu can''t smell it himself, can others smell it? He hesitated and checked this option. [2. The hands of a magician] Zong Jiu looked at his hands in the water mirror. The joints are distinct, and the thumb and index finger have very prominent bulges. At first glance, they have drawn too many cards and belonged to the hand of a magician. Although his body has become younger and his hands have been strengthened, Zong Jiu subconsciously repeats the magician finger exercise before going to bed every night before going to bed. Sometimes when he is bored, he will unconsciously fly out of his hand when he touches a card. Lots of tricks. It''s been almost half a year since the horror trainee competition, and a thin layer of new cocoon on his hands is normal. The part of the magician''s finger cocoon is very special, and it is different from the cocoon taken out with a gun for a long time. It is not unexpected that the main system specially proposed it. Anyway...no.1 comes standard with black leather tactical half-finger gloves, which can cover half of your fingers. Zong Jiu tried it, and found that the main system didn''t prompt him to deliberately conceal the salient features he retained, so he happily checked this option and turned around to wear gloves. As a result, Zong Jiu looked down after finishing all this, and found that the following options were varied. Some suggested that he adjust his height back, and some suggested that he keep his superior body proportions. Zong Jiu: No, height is definitely not good! If the height of the devil is lowered, other people will be able to see it at a glance. It is definitely not because Zong Jiu wants to try to look down on others. He compared it and decided to keep a skin tone option. The main reason is that although the No. 1 person is crazy, the clothes are three-piece suits and gloves. They are wrapped tightly, and it is hard to see what they have to say. After Zong Jiu finished all the design, he followed the example of a devil and put a few sorrowful poses in front of the water mirror. After he felt that it was all right, he saved it with one key and left the modeling room again. The stylist who has been standing by the door is still waving his handkerchief and shouting at him: "Sir, don''t you really think about it! Your body and appearance are the best I have ever seen. I can guarantee that you will Rejuvenated under my hands, women''s clothing only once and countless times, you will fall in love with that feeling!!!" Zong Jiu: Thank you, but not necessary. He feels that his idea is much better than that of women''s clothing. First of all, given the status of no.1 in the minds of all the survivors, no one would dare to pretend to be him. Furthermore, when everyone hears the fancy dress party, their first thought is not to deliberately disguise themselves as a well-known trainee, but to follow the public thinking and think about women''s clothing and fancy dresses. Besides, Zong Jiu felt that he was wearing a whole suit, and he could even show off his pretense and be quiet. The most important thing is that, just like no.1, using the tutor''s authority and the main system to hold this masked costume party, it is actually a secret to stamp Zong Jiu''s battle book, which can be described as a bright provocation. Being blatantly provoked by an old enemy, can Zong Jiu bear it? He has to provoke and go back too! Since no.1 gave him Shang Yangmou, Zong Jiu also replied. He still doesn''t believe it, the devil won''t come forward after seeing his clothes. What is Zong Jiu''s mission? Find no.1 from the crowd and expose his identity in public. If the devil comes up, what''s the name of it? Can think of this kind of free-for-work, which can provoke opponents and enjoy the good things, Zong Jiu feels that he is simply a genius. He is looking forward to seeing the face of this costume on no.1 on the day of the dance. ...... For the next half month, Zong Jiu was very idle. Originally, it was allotted time for the trainees to rest, but Zong Jiu felt that this time was too long, and it was not enough to have fun with the following copy. So he didn''t do anything. Every day, he squatted on the long grass in the room, brought a lot of books, and sat cross-legged in front of the fireplace while reading a book while playing the cat. The days were pretty leisurely. Other trainees have more fun than Zong Jiu. The trainee dormitory has all kinds of facilities. In addition, after the King''s Game and Halloween events are closed, the top bar and the colorful amusement park still remain. Many trainees went to the colorful amusement park to recollect. Before, they were carrying tasks with them, and they were not very happy to play. This time they can let go of the game, and they went crazy at once. It is said that there was a trainee who ran to play deep diving projects and almost confessed to himself by accident. Under the sea. He didn''t die in the dungeons and special events, and almost became the first trainee to die during the break. That was also quite bizarre. After more than ten days of this, Zong Jiu was a little bored, so he strolled to other alliances to rent rooms. no.2 Fan Zhuo is not in his room. It is said that the leader of the night clan takes his subordinates to play golf with his subordinates every day. He has a unique hobby. no.3 Zhuge An didn''t find anyone. After inquiring about it, he realized that he went to the beach of the colorful amusement park to report on time every day, sitting on a floating tower and fishing leisurely. One fishing is a day. This hobby is very dark when I hear it. no.4 The exorcist was in the dormitory, and even invited Zong Jiu in to take a look. When Zong Jiuyi stepped in, he was surprised by the dark-style room full of medieval witchcraft in his dormitory. There are all kinds of weird props hanging around inside, not to mention, even some of them are really special props, and you can feel the cold and cold air from them if you don''t get close. If you have to say it, the decoration style is very similar to the dirty basement of the exorcist in the famous horror film "Annabel". The exorcist explained enthusiastically: "Oh, my colleagues all know my little hobby. It''s rare to invite a guest to my dormitory. Please don''t be polite." Zong Jiu took the tea and chatted with him for a while before he waved goodbye. Next is no.10 Onmyoji Tuyumen. Unexpectedly, Zong Jiu was also empty. This is really weird. Several times before Zong Jiu came to the Tu Yumen to talk about things, the Onmyoji was the kind of squatting in his dormitory and playing games in his dormitory, fully armed upside down day and night. He shook his head and went to Xu Su''s dormitory to take a look. Xu Su is not in the dormitory either. Since that incident last time, Xu Su''s whole person has changed like a different person. It is not an exaggeration to say that he has grown up ten years old. Before he had time to rest, it was an absolute playground, games in the dormitory, and various fun places in the indoor city rushing to and fro. This time, Xu Su simply didn¡¯t even live in the dormitory. A few days ago, Zong Jiu asked, only to realize that he had spent survival points to find the main system to open a VR training room, where he trained black witchcraft every day, using sleepless nights and food. It is not an exaggeration to describe it. Several people, such as Zhong Yiyuan and Anthony, were also infected by his spirit. It is said that they have followed him to take care of them these days. It''s a good thing to be diligent. Zong Jiu sighed, and was about to go back to the dormitory to continue reading his unfinished book. He didn''t expect to run into an unexpected person when he looked back. This person is dressed in a very strange manner, with one eye covered, only the other eye is exposed, shining with malicious light. The clothes he wears are a bit like ethnic minorities, with a string of jingle bells hanging on his head and at the corners of his clothes. A waist is exposed in the middle. The wide trousers underneath look the same as a long skirt, and he has a pair of cloth shoes on his feet. . After a glance, Zong Jiu withdrew his gaze uninterestedly, and continued to walk forward. What I didn''t expect was that the A-level trainee spoke first, with a strong contempt in his tone. "You are the magician Zongjiu?" Oh, there are really not many people who would talk to him like this these days. The white-haired young man turned sideways and looked at it, "Who are you?" Just two words, not very harmful, very insulting. The A-level trainee blushed immediately, squeezing a few words from his teeth, "...I tell you, the S-level throne must be mine." This person is really sick from the second old middle school, but when he jumps up to bb so much, Zong Jiu thinks of his identity. This time, among the A-level trainees, there are three trainees who have received double S-level evaluations, and this one seems to be one of them. Zong Jiu shrugged, "Then come on." After he finished speaking, he didn''t pause either, with his hands in his pockets, exposing his back to the opponent in a very cool manner, and left lightly. Chapter 166: Masquerade With Zong Jiu eating and reading books every day, the days of teasing cats to sleep passed day by day, and soon, the time came to the end of the first month. With all the attention and anticipation, the mask masquerade party finally kicked off. On the afternoon of the 30th, the high wall of the studio hall on the third floor fell with a bang. Where no one saw it, the space in the huge studio hall began to twist and expand. Rows of long tables lined with white napkins appeared out of thin air, and the huge dance floor was covered with marbles with marvellous patterns. At a higher level, the red gold chandelier changed, as if an invisible giant hand was gathered in the air and then merged, combining the chandelier and replacing it with a crystal tower. A string of tassels flickered at the top, lighting up an entire banquet hall. [Limited-time welfare activities: Make-up Masquerade, already opened] [The panoramic camera has been turned on, and the unified live room will be opened during the dance] [The scene is under construction, it will officially open at 7pm, please wait a while for trainees] [After the Masquerade Ball, the banquet hall will be permanently closed and restored to the appearance of the studio hall, please know] Many trainees have already arrived in the modeling house in the indoor city ahead of time, waiting for the beginning of the dance party. In order to prevent the trainees from being seen and reveal their identities during the dressing, the main system specially allows all trainees to wait in the modeling room in advance. After the prom opens, the modeling room will directly rise to the corridor of the banquet hall to ensure that the trainees'' makeup before the dressing Looks like. Zong Jiu didn''t get in too early, he had already made up his mind to install no.1. With the devil''s character, it must be the final entry, just like the first time rating. Appeared at the top under the public, attracting much attention. So Zong Jiu even handed in a room service in a leisurely manner. After enjoying today''s dinner slowly, he looked up at the time. Seven forty-five. The party starts at seven o''clock and the admission stage is one hour. If you have not entered the venue by 8 o''clock, it means that you will automatically give up your qualification to participate in the dance, the banquet hall will be automatically closed, and new trainees will not be allowed to enter the venue. It''s almost time. He sorted out his clothes, turned and walked into the elevator, and pressed the button leading to the indoor city. At this point in time, almost all those who should be admitted have entered. In the ball hall, the clothes are fragrant and the shadows are staggered. Just as Zong Jiu guessed, everyone wears masks on their faces, so naturally they wear all kinds of clothes. Quite a few trainees have chosen women''s clothing. Looking at the maid dress, magic dress, fairy dress, front and back, their figures are hotter than the other, and even their posture is not bad. I was stunned in the live broadcast room. [Grass, isn''t this really the upcoming selection of the thriller trainee girl group? Mao Mao Doubt. jpg] [Why do a group of big men dress up more openly than girls! ! I have been staring at the girl in the sailor suit for a long time, his gestures and walking posture, shit, who believes that he is a man, who believes? ! ¡¿ [I¡¯m dying, I¡¯m really going to laugh to death. The trainees have spent a lot of effort in order not to be recognized by others. It¡¯s too generous] [Good guy, I suspect that many trainees in this banquet hall are regulars of women''s clothing! ! It would be a little shameful to pretend to be a lady, they don¡¯t have it at all, and some are even so skilled! ¡¿ The first hour is the entrance time. Everyone is walking around in the banquet hall, occasionally sitting on a side seat and talking. Layers of a wide variety of wine are placed on the long table, and the waiter in a black tuxedo is holding the tray in his hand and turning around. There are even a few small clever ghosts who directly pretend to be waiters. If it weren''t for the masks on their faces, they wouldn''t really be able to tell who is who for a while. On the other side, a huge champagne tower dangled in the air with rich colors. The small square discs with all kinds of weird dessert cakes flowed brightly under the light, so you can see the incredible. In the half-court on the first and second floors above, crimson tapestries hung from the dome, and strings of golden tassels hung in the air. Behind, the string group is playing a soothing serenade in G major. The conductor is facing the dance floor below, waving his hands melodiously in the air, in a relaxed posture. Doommon stood at the long table, took a large plate of desserts with a tangled expression, and walked to the long table to sit down. I don''t know the magic of the dessert at the dinner party. I can''t stop eating one piece, and the taste just explodes on my taste buds. Doommon usually doesn''t go to restaurants, especially after the horror trainee competition, they don''t need to eat, so he spends all his time playing games, and occasionally the S-level room service will only order a few cups with ice. Happy water in the fat house. What I didn''t expect was that I hadn''t eaten for a long time, and I wanted to eat a little bit more. So he lowered his head to settle the dessert on the plate, while observing the attire of other people secretly, to see if he could recognize a few acquaintances. Anyway, Tu Yumen dared to pat his fake chest and said that no one would recognize him. That¡¯s right, because he¡¯s a shameless dress _(:§Ù¡¹¡Ï)_ And he broke the lower limit and put on a sailor suit! With blue and white stripes, navy hat, and a bow tie, he adjusted his figure by the way and put on white silk stockings and small leather shoes. From the outside, he is not the non-chief no.10 at all! Although I felt embarrassed and afraid of being recognized when I first started wearing women''s clothing, Tu Yumen took the time to learn some girls'' manners from the stylist npc in the styling room these days. Now I can almost reach the point of being fake. As for why Tuyumen wanted to fight like this, of course it was because he had made a bet with the exorcist before. Bet on which of them can recognize each other at the make-up masquerade. If Tu Yumen loses, he will have to pinch his nose and give the exorcist a blue talisman. You know, the blue talisman is the most precious thing of the Onmyoji. Even if the Tuyumen is not a chief, he inherits the name of the Tuyumen from him and becomes a glorious onmyoji. He has no more than ten blue talisman in his hand. . If the exorcist loses, he has to give his hand to an A-level dagger that the unearthed Yumen has been greedy for a long time. This bet is very tempting. Coupled with the exorcist''s long-sleeved good dance, Tu Yumen is also a water master. The two people used to bet in the infinite loop before, and they are also friends, so the authenticity of the bet is absolutely impossible Say. Because of this, Tu Yumen will change the usual lazy and deadly temperament. After all, the women''s clothing that works so hard is not profitable and does not get up early. Just as he sipped a snack and looked up around him, there was a commotion in the direction of the door. Just at this time, the cold mechanical sound of the main system sounded in the banquet hall. [The time has come, the first stage is over, the banquet hall will be closed immediately and no further admission is allowed, but the trainees can choose to leave the venue freely in the middle of the dance and automatically give up their qualifications for the dance] Domimon, a beautiful girl in a sailor suit, looked back and saw the figure at the door. The waiters on both sides stood at the door, busy closing the heavy door behind him. Black suit, small waistcoat, dark red bronzing tie, Egyptian cross. Half-length black hair tied up, leather gloves, and shiny black leather shoes. The white mask, the bookish air that accumulates all over the body, the danger and the grace of gestures. He is like a shadow, cutting the light, so that all the light is annihilated behind him. "Quickly get out of the way, that''s the lord!" "My God, no.1 actually came back to participate in this dance party, and hasn''t changed the costume yet." Countless trainees watched this scene in awe, backing one after another, forming a vacuum zone spontaneously, and no one dared to step forward. The barrage was shocked. [As expected of this lord! Stepping on the finale, I didn¡¯t even mean to change clothes at all.] [This is also normal, even if everyone recognizes it, no trainee dared to go up and identify this adult 23333] [Indeed, but wait, in fact, I think the possibility that the mysterious tutor is no.1 is also very high, but as said upstairs, no one dares to identify it, it is very embarrassing] [Actually, I was wondering if someone would wear this suit deliberately and then fake no.1] [...Sister, what are you thinking about, who dare to impersonate that adult? It''s absolutely impossible, right] Just like the idea of ??a barrage, the trainees in the entire banquet hall didn''t even think in the direction that someone might pretend to be. This point coincides with Zong Jiu''s previous speculation. Zong Jiu accepted the zealous and respectful gaze from all directions without changing his face. He calmly cut through the crowd, and walked towards the center of the banquet hall, while he praised his wit again in his heart. In fact, if you change someone, you may not be able to pretend to look like this. After all, what you look like is one thing, and how you look and feel is another. The most special thing about the devil is his temperament. Zong Jiu didn''t understand it before, but from the memory transmitted by the little devil, he can understand it. Where it was born means nothing, and all the rays of light cannot escape that strong distortion of malice. This is effortless for Zong Jiu. He now separates the crowd like Moses divides the Red Sea, wherever he goes, everyone''s sight follows. Even if everyone thought he was no.1, no one would dare to earn this survival point. It''s cool.jpg With the shell of no.1, Zong Jiu felt that he could even find a place to stay, waiting for the devil to send him to the door, anyway, no one dared to come up and invite him to dance. When Zong Jiu was standing, his sight was suddenly swayed in front of him, and then the penguin who gave him a cold glance attracted his attention. The penguin man wore a penguin headgear, but he walked in a straightforward manner. His eyes were dark and he didn''t look like a penguin. His body exuded the temperature of Antarctica. This line of sight-it''s you, Zhuge dark! Looking at the other party''s dress, Zong Jiuren under the mask smiled very hard. But in the spirit of the alliance, he didn''t go up to expose Zhuge An''s identity and earn ill-gotten wealth for himself. Instead, he glanced at each other indiscriminately, which was considered a joint. So Zong Jiu retracted his gaze and was about to start looking for the suspicious no.1 candidate nearby, but he didn''t want another uproar from the crowd. He raised his head and saw a man dressed like him, standing in front of the railing on the second floor of the banquet hall, looking at him with a smile. Zong Jiu: "..." Wait, the attire is the same? ? ? Good guys. Chapter 167: Masquerade After watching for a while, Tu Yumen lowered his head again, intending to continue to solve the small desserts on the plate in front of him, but did not want the crowd to cry out again. He took a bite of the tiramisu and looked up, just in time to see the dark-haired man standing behind the railing on the second floor, looking down at the banquet hall below. Ok? what happened? How come there are two no.1s? Tu Yumen was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously looked back at the door just now. At the door, another No.1 stood in the center of the crowd, raised his head slightly, forming a vacuum zone that no one dared to approach. The two demons looked at each other like this, and the atmosphere became tense and subtle. The audience in the live broadcast room was puzzled. [Fuck, what''s the situation, two no.1? ¡¿ ¡¾Ok? ? ? I was slapped in the face just now, who was swearing, damn, someone really dares to pretend to be that adult! ¡¿ [+1, this is not life...My God, if the identity is revealed, let alone the adult, the followers will be able to drink a pot of him] [I just want to know which warrior is this guy who dared to pretend to be an adult, too strong, too strong, who wants to get it] [Speaking of which, do you think these two, which one is that adult...] As soon as this barrage came out, the entire live broadcast room fell into silence. [Ah, this...I think it was the adult who entered the finale at last] [I also think, just, I feel more alike in temperament and demeanor... the one on the second floor looks more frivolous, and it looks fake at first sight] [Yes, yes, I think too. I''m a big fan of adults, so I can''t admit it wrong] [Just now, my relatives told my grandmother to let many admirers and followers of that adult come to the live broadcast room to watch. Everyone said that the one on the second floor was fake at first sight, and it was pretending to be so innocent.] [Quickly, quickly, can you see no.1 picking up the counterfeiters, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s too much to see the excitement, I¡¯m ready to watch the show with popcorn coke] Not only the barrage, but even the trainees staying in the banquet hall whispered and expressed their opinions about the shocking scene in front of them. "The one on the second floor shouldn''t be the adult, right?" The trainees looked at the demon of Zongjiu, and at the demon of no.1, they started to comment on the incident. "Yes, I don''t think it''s very similar either. As I promised as a follower for many years, the one on the second floor is mostly fake." "Look at the gloves that the adult on the second floor wears are white, the adult below is wearing black, and the mask is slightly different, except that it seems to be exactly the same." "I don''t know who is not looking for death. Forget it, anyway, according to my intuition, the later the show is more likely to have problems. After all, think about it, the main system has announced the closure of the banquet hall. We stayed from the beginning. Here, I haven''t seen the adult walk up to the second floor. From this, it can be seen that the one above must be fake." "What this dear fellow said is extremely reasonable. Now let''s see how the adults deal with the counterfeiters." Many followers turned their condemning sights on the second floor. Listening to the voices from all directions, Zong Jiu''s face behind the mask couldn''t be more twisted. Can this group of followers do it? It''s pretty fast to turn back the water. How about opening your eyes and talking nonsense? After holding back his laughter, the magician version of the demon''s body movements remained silent, but he raised his hand faintly. This action imitates no.1 When he first appeared in the studio hall, he crossed his hands and pressed down to indicate the quiet action of the audience. Zong Jiu''s deduction has learned 10% of the time, which can be described as stealing the essence of the teacher. . Sure enough, the hall that was still whispering just now quieted silently as if the still button was pressed. This action is undoubtedly a hint. Of course, putting it in the eyes of a real demon is tantamount to provocation. The black-haired man propped on the railing with one hand, fixedly looking at the person below him who was dressed exactly like him, his pupils hidden behind the mask narrowed, and he smiled without anger. Countless eyes wandered back and forth on the two of them. The demon took the lead in retracting his sight, putting his hands in his pockets, humming a strange tone in his mouth, and slowly walked down the spiral staircase in the hall on the side. Everyone was shocked, standing still and dare not to come out, silently watching his movement downstairs. [I just used the camera to zoom in on the second floor guy, and the song he hums is out of tune! ! After solving the case, how could that adult sing out of tune? There is only one truth, that is, he must be fake! ¡¿ [What is singing out of tune! ! The case has been solved, can you pretend to be a bit like] [Moreover, he seems to have a very laid-back look, but he actually walked downstairs, what does this mean, do you want to fight the righteous master, frightened. jpg] [I really don¡¯t know how much life is expensive when I¡¯m young, I danced to the head of the Lord, embarrassing] Compared with watching the lively barrage, the trainees in the banquet hall are more frightened. Tu Yumen put down the knife and fork in his hand, a thought flashed across his eyebrows. Unlike other trainees who want to find out the true and false from the two no.1s, after joining the Anti-Demon League, he has also become one of the people who knows the power of the devil. Since the devil''s ability is to manipulate puppets, is it possible that the two people who appeared in the banquet hall were his puppets? Not only can it attract attention, but it can also confuse the line of sight, which makes it more difficult for others to distinguish. In fact, the main reason for making this judgment was because Tuyumen couldn''t tell which of these two demons was true and which was false, he thought they were alike. But it is precisely because of this that Tuomimon feels even more problematic. He even opened his mind, thinking that one of the demons was very likely to be the mysterious teacher. Obviously, the others are also standing in their own teams, their expressions becoming more and more tangled. At this moment, the voice of the main system rang again. [The second stage, the prom is ready to start, please prepare the trainees] This stage is the dancing session. Dancing means physical contact, and physical contact means being able to tell who is who faster. Everyone is gearing up, trying hard to recognize who is who. The half-floor orchestra has all been in place. Under the guidance of the conductor, the chief violinist pulled the bowstrings and the melodious prelude of the blue Danube sounded. At the dinner, the Vienna Waltz is of course an indispensable item, commonly known as the magic of love. It''s a pity that although the trainees know how to fight ghosts, tell fortunes, and do everything, there are still very few who know how to dance. No, it is said that very few of them are praised. In nearly two thousand people, it is estimated that they will waltz with no more than one hand. So it''s a dancing session. Since it''s a welfare activity, the main system doesn''t force all the big men to dance in pairs. That scene is really spicy. Almost as soon as the sound of the main system fell, the trainees rushed into the dance floor and began to spin around. [Damn, what kind of scene is this dance of demons! ¡¿ [Maisi Maiaisi! I just saw that young lady with a thin waist and a big chest, walking like a mighty big man, I can¡¯t help but laugh so hard that I will walk out of such a disagreeable pace, I can only think of those trainees hahahaha] [I¡¯m the only one still staring at the lady in the sailor suit, Ma Ye, he really has no flaws, even the posture in circles is so house-dancing, **** it, I¡¯m even more curious, what is this? Which trainee is pretending to be! ¡¿ It is not only the Tuyumen sailor suit that attracts attention, but also the one that allows everyone to dance around the demons and still stays still, like a penguin in an outside situation. As for Zong Jiu, where he stood was right in the middle of the dance floor. I don''t know if it was intentional or unintentional. The sudden increase of people blocked his vision and also blocked the spiral staircase. Zong Jiu frowned. He lost the trace of the devil, and the opponent disappeared among thousands of people at once. It may be that the main system also felt that everyone standing on the dance floor and swaying movements was extremely eye-catching, so after a moment of silence, the main system finally spoke intolerably. [In order to increase the live broadcast effect, the international ballroom dance knowledge collection will be transmitted to the trainees next, please wait] Just like spending high points in the main system to exchange for a certain special knowledge or skill, all the dancing methods of ballroom dancing and all related knowledge appear out of thin air in the minds of all the trainees in the banquet hall. Many trainees suddenly realized that, for example, Tu Yumen, with a turn, finally freed from the magic of love. When everyone was eager to try, all the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed. Suddenly losing light, the trainees on the field exclaimed. Only Zong Jiu''s complexion became more solemn. This darkness is weird. With his enhanced vision to the top level, he should have excellent night vision ability, but now he can only see a thick and unsweepable darkness, like a monster slowly opening its blood bowl. , Cover everything. And I don¡¯t know if it is an illusion. The whispers in the dark are reduced a lot in an instant, as if they have been processed by noise reduction, and they all carry a long-lost sense of distortion in the ears. [Announcement of mentor clues] [He will appear in this darkness] There was another uproar in the live broadcast room. No one knew what was going on. Although everyone had read the rules book of the Masquerade Masquerade, no one thought that they would turn off the lights in the entire banquet hall while giving clues to the instructor. [Damn, what''s going on, who turned on the light? ¡¿ [Me too, I can¡¯t see people, I can only hear voices, **** it! I also want to see the true face of the teacher Lushan! ¡¿ Even the live room cannot see what it looks like in the dark, and the screen in the live room is also dark and only audio can be heard. Zong Jiu put down his hands, closed his eyes, and concentrated on feeling the changes around him. His muscles tensed and he was ready for battle at any time. There is wind. There was also a chuckle that sounded against the pinna. Zong Jiu''s pupils shrank suddenly, and his backhand stabbed behind him. Fell through. The cold hand pressed close to his elbow and drew a string of tremors. Zong Jiu repeated the same technique again, and it was not surprising that he failed again. After repeating this five or six times, Zong Jiu confirmed one thing. He was unilaterally surrounded by no.1. In the darkness surrounding him, all were demons, and their puppets. Chapter 168: Masquerade Without expectation, the huge crystal chandelier went out suddenly. The darkness in all directions was so thick that it blocked all sight. Not to mention that Zong Jiu saw the abnormality, and all the blood races present also found something wrong. In the dark night, the vampire is the eternal king. Night vision ability. They dare to say that they are the first, but no one dares to say that they are the second. However, even the half-vampire couldn''t see exactly what the heavy darkness was all over the banquet hall, and even the shadows of people couldn''t see one, as if the substantial darkness flowed in front of everyone''s eyes, covering all the sight of prying eyes. [What''s the matter? Why did I turn on the light all of a sudden, I entered the wrong live broadcast room? ¡¿ [Sister upstairs, you didn¡¯t make a mistake. Today, the main system was clipped to the underworld, and the underworld operation was inexplicably performed. Those of us who are watching the live broadcast cannot see the banquet hall but can only hear the voice.] [This wave of the main system is also absolutely perfect, I don¡¯t know what the hell, we obviously can¡¯t get in touch with the trainees in the live broadcast room, so why not let us watch the live broadcast? It¡¯s a little bit cerebral palsy, right?] [That is, it¡¯s meaningless to only listen to the sound. There are thousands of trainees, how can we hear anything?] Unlike the scolding survivors in the live broadcast room, in the darkness of the studio hall, all the voices have been reduced or enlarged, so clear. For Zong Jiu, it was urgent and pressing every step. After just a fight, he at least figured out one thing. That is the no.1 puppets surrounding him, there are at least seven puppets, this is still not knowing whether the body is present or not. It really depends on the number of people to do whatever they want. The white-haired young man''s brows and eyes darkened behind the mask, but his face carried a sneer with a sneer when faced with a challenge. This outfit has brought Zong Jiu many unexpected benefits, of course, there are also accidents that are beyond control. He originally wanted to use this to attract demons, but he didn''t expect that no.1 didn''t even have a costume. What''s more funny is that countless fans who claim to be fanatic followers of the devil have mistaken the identity of the true and false no.1 one by one, revealing the fact that they are fake fans. Zong Jiu could hear it, but he couldn''t hear the devil if he didn''t believe it. As long as no.1 can be heard, Zong Jiu''s goal has been achieved. It is the biggest goal of being an old enemy to find the other party not happy. But what he didn''t expect was that the main system turned off the lights without stopping. Everyone was dancing on the dance floor, and everyone knew who was who. Just at this time, the main system once again started the next round of broadcasts. [After the clues are released, if the mentor can be found in the dark, then the third stage will start immediately] [During the dance, you can freely exchange partners after each dance, and the main system will randomly give clues during the dance. Successfully guessing the identity of the dance partner can get 1,000 survival points. If their identity is discovered, they will deduct 900 survival points. If they are trainees who have not been exposed by the end of the prom, they can get an extra 5,000 survival points. reward¡¿ The rest of the trainees are eager to try. It''s actually a bit difficult to find a mentor from the dark, but it couldn''t be easier to find an acquaintance. Besides, the remaining trainees account for almost 90% of the total. They are senior survivors and old people with infinite cycles. They are very familiar with each other. Even if they are unfamiliar, they have heard about it. There are people with faces in the infinite loop. This means that the newcomer will suffer more in this masked costume party, so the main system also adds a rule that if no one guesses the identity from the beginning to the end, you can get rewards. It can also be regarded as protecting the newcomer and supporting the newcomer. What Zong Jiu needs to do now is to find the real body of No.1 from the circle of demons and demons around him, and then...um...invite him to dance... . But in short, the invitation to dance is definitely not the point. The real point is that after the dance, he must be in front of everyone and severely dismantle the no.1 instructor status! Now that the devil had handed him the steps, Zong Jiu naturally had the courage to take up the challenge. So he was calm, not afraid, and even sneered twice. "Dare to pretend to be me, I have to say...you are bold." Different from the processed voices of other trainees, this voice is deep and depressed, and vaguely reveals a danger that cannot be ignored. Also suddenly far and near. Is it on the left or on the right? Zong Jiu suddenly turned around. In the darkness, he didn''t care about revealing his identity, and he swept backwards with the Holy Sword of Physics in his hand. Fell through. Not only did he fail, the chuckle also moved behind him, unpredictable. A person hiding in the dark is like a cat catching a mouse, and like an experienced hunter, facing the prey he has already been watching, he sometimes stretches out his minions to tease him twice, playing people in his palms. Inside, it''s extremely funny. "It''s a good performance, but it''s still a bit worse in some places." The devil stared at this extremely similar body in the dark, and his voice was full of joy, "Want to know what''s the difference?" After that, he didn''t mean to seek Zong Jiu''s opinion, but started on his own. "First of all, your skin is too white." In the darkness, the devil''s hand slid against the magician''s slender wrist, paused for a few seconds on the beating pulse, and then pulled away. Zong Jiu''s pupils shrank, and at the same time he was worried about the rules of the main system. He stepped on the waltz dance steps under his feet and suddenly turned to another place just to avoid this hand. "The shoulder circumference is wrong." At the same time, the other hand slid down the slender neck of the white-haired young man to his shoulders, and drew it close as if intimacy. Zong Jiu grasped that hand and wanted to make a shoulder throw, but only for a second of contact, that hand quietly submerged into the shadow. No gloves, not no.1 hands. The magician paused, took this position in his heart, and moved on to the next circle. "The waist is too thin." Another pair of hands appeared, and effortlessly circled the waist hidden under the black suit and vest shirt, spinning around in the depression, with full hints. Zong Jiu couldn''t move, and he couldn''t move either. He could only follow this hand and the body behind him, and after turning around the beat of the music, he pushed it to the next person. In other words, he even closed his eyes and didn''t intend to move at all. Because this is not the body he is looking for either. High above, the low cello joined the ensemble, intertwined with the sound of the harp, ups and downs. In the dark dance floor below, everyone was spinning and dancing. "The chin is a bit pointed." The next person took the opportunity, and the rough fabric surface ran along the beautifully shaped jaw line, pinching the sharpest point. Zong Jiu didn''t do anything this time, so he opened his mouth and bit in the direction of that hand. "It''s murderous," said the slightly smirk and surprised voice: "Finger, um, finger." The cold fingers were squeezed in from Zong Jiu''s gloves, the rough scars and the magician''s slightly callused fingers stuck together, tightly wrapped in the black half-finger gloves, inseparable. The other hand also swam from the edge of the thin lips that the magician had not had time to close, and the corners of his lips were shaved rough, and he stroked the sharp tiger tooth with affection. The white-haired youth suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of light flashed quickly in his pale pink eyes. But because of his posture, Zong Jiu didn''t rush to startle the snake, instead, with his strength, after shaking his hand away, he turned and headed for the next darkness. "Of course... the most important thing is--" Uncountable number of hands emerged from the darkness, clasped his waist, and put them around his neck. The devil or devil''s puppet put his head on the magician''s shoulder with a smile, and took a deep sniff. "Unique smell." The breath mixed with cold wood tones of cedar poured into the chest, making people fascinated. The music began to become particularly soothing, suggesting that it was coming to an end. When the blue Danube came down, the others exchanged their partners once, but Zong Jiu was good, and exchanged seven times. "Next time if you want to wear this dress again, remember to pay attention to these details, maybe it can give me more surprises." Zong Jiu said coldly, "Oh? Really?" It''s too late to say, then it''s fast. It was just between the electric light and flint, the magician pushed his elbow back, and his whole body twisted at an incredible angle. He got out of the shackles of the man behind him, and rammed deep beyond the diagonal without looking back. The darkness. "no more chance." The person in the dark was taken aback, instead of avoiding it, the smile on his face widened and opened his arms. He slammed into the arms of a madman. [Some trainees have locked up their instructor status, and the third stage will start immediately] Other trainees:? ? ? The audience in the live broadcast room:? ? ? Except for the two people in the middle, everyone was stunned. [What''s going on? It¡¯s just finished a waltz, less than ten minutes have passed, how come some trainees have successfully locked in their instructor''s identity] [Grass, this announcement really scared me when it was pushed out, ten minutes, what kind of awesome is this. Is it possible that a mentor is so easy to find? But I have to talk about it. Actually, I''m a bit suspicious of the penguin who stood on the dance floor and didn''t know anything...Among so many trainees, he alone didn''t respond. Don''t you think it''s strange? ¡¿ [After confirming the identity of the instructor, it¡¯s dancing, and then say the identity of the instructor, ah, ah, ah, the main system, please turn on the lights quickly, I want to see who discovered the identity of the instructor, and who the instructor is pretending to be ? ! ¡¿ [Upstairs, don¡¯t worry, it¡¯s only the first step to lock your identity, and you won¡¯t be rewarded for misrepresenting your real identity. But I absolutely support the main system to turn on the lights] In the dark studio hall, all sounds were forced to press the still button. Dead silence, weird dead silence. Finally, in the silence, the chief violinist standing in the half-time hand opened the bow. Indifferent, tactful, with some repelling tunes flowing from the right angle cut by the bowstring on the piano brush. Upon hearing this prelude, Zong Jiu immediately reacted. "PorUnaCabeza" Smell the fragrance of the famous tango among women. It can be translated as "one step away" or "just one step away". Chapter 169: Masquerade In "Scent of a Woman", the blind retired Lieutenant Colonel Sphalan dances with a lady in the dining room to this music. At the same time, a step away is also a world-famous tango. Many people have heard it even if they don''t know how to dance. Now the entire banquet hall is still pitch black, except for the sound, the outlines of all the trainees are hidden in the deep darkness. Everyone was wondering who the mysterious tutor was, and they were able to identify who the trainee of the tutor was in just one piece of music. It''s a pity that there is no bright hall and it doesn''t give them any chance. The audience in the live broadcast room was incompetent and furious. It is said that after being blocked by the main system a few stinky spray accounts, they finally stopped, and the style of painting became thinking divergence and speculation. [Is anyone like me, turn the voice to the maximum, trying to distinguish in the dark which pair is the sister of the mentor group 55555] [Woo, I¡¯m the same upstairs as you, but I heard a whole bunch of taps, it¡¯s so sad, I split on the spot] [Hum, sisters, rather than listening to the voice, it''s better to guess who the tutor is, and who is the trainee who recognizes the tutor. Let me first talk about my own speculation. If the trainees can find a mentor so quickly, they must have known each other before. Recognize it, this is too ridiculous] [I also want to say this. Since the mentor is recognized so soon, then we can deny the previous guess that no one knows who the mentor is. The instructor must have the identity of another trainee, but it''s really weird. If you already knew who the instructor was, why didn''t you say it? ¡¿ [This is indeed a mystery... Could it be that the instructor has a close relationship with this trainee, so what, is it a black box? ¡¿ Just when everyone was divergent and didn''t realize that they were gradually approaching the truth, the situation on the court changed again. Almost at the moment when the prelude to the violin sounded, Zong Jiu reflexively turned and raised a hand, ready to seize the male step. Inviting the devil to dance is already his limit, and if it wants him to jump in the female step, Zong Jiu might as well just leave the stall. However, it was very embarrassing that almost the moment he raised his hand, the people behind him also raised their hands with a low laugh, and put them on the waist of the white-haired youth very naturally. The cold breath swept across the back of his neck, and got into the open white shirt like a serpentine snake, trembling and dancing with the pale skin inside. The white gloved hand squeezed between the magician''s slender five fingers involuntarily, and the backhand clasped tightly, rubbing ambiguously in the gap between the leather glove and the bare/naked fingers, leaving a string of coldness teasingly. This is a female step! Zong Jiu gritted his teeth and pushed and pulled back abruptly, trying to break free with this force. As a result, just as he took a step out of this action and was about to leave the embrace of the devil, the cold mechanical sound of the main system fell into Zong Jiu''s mind. [Warning: Trainees must complete this dance music, otherwise they will be deemed to have given up the third stage] Zong Jiu: "..." The foot he stepped out was abruptly twisted in mid-air, turned around, stepped accurately on the toe of the black leather shoe, and smashed it down. The hand on his waist tightened slightly to show punishment. After successfully subduing the magician, No.1 seemed to be in a good mood, with obvious pleasure. "Obedient?" The man''s smiling voice sounded behind his ears, and the tail sounded with a slight inattentive laziness, as if he had expected him to make the right choice halfway. obedient? Zong Jiu clung to the devil''s cold chest behind him, feeling the firm touch of the opponent''s smooth muscle lines against his back, and sneered in his heart. Now that the hand was grasped, he buckled the opponent''s hand very simply, turned around, and looked at the dark golden pupils hidden behind the mask without any retreat. According to legend, tango is a dance that originated in Latin America. Compared with the graceful and polite waltz like a fairy tale; or the rumba who is fast and romantic and is in a passionate love; Tango is more like a whisper between lovers, a secret game, the upper body is extremely alienated, and the lower/half/body Intertwined in the dance steps. It is said that men have to wear a short knife when dancing tango, because it is like a dancer struggling to participate in a battle and a game. Compared with showing the softness of their body, the kind of collision that meets opponents, and the collision is the essence. Zong Jiu gave him a provocative smile, the corners of his mouth curled up under the mask, and he jumped up the male step regardless. How should two men''s tango dance? The two masks looked at each other, the same dress, and the crazy soul that was unwilling to be lonely hidden under the skin. They confronted each other, and the intense fighting spirit filled the darkness, and the atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out. The two people are tit-for-tat on the dance floor, not giving way to each other. It''s like a fierce contest that can''t tell the difference between winning and losing, and it''s like a chasing game in which you chase me. One person stepped forward, the other backed away. In the contest between strength and beauty, no one is willing to take the lead in showing weakness. Even if the darkness is so heavy that it obscures everyone''s sight, they can still easily guess the look on each other''s face at this moment. Under the cold body, in the cold heart, the same blood boiled in two different bodies. The chief violinist threw a beautiful bow, sliding from the low range to the high-pitched strings, and the soothing music suddenly became agitated, like the cry of blood when a swan was about to die. The smile on the devil''s face became stronger, and he took advantage of the trend to clasp the wrist of the person in his arms in the air. The latter did not evade, but moved forward with strength, like a silver-white sharp knife, wrapped in an unstoppable Sen-cold aura, thrusting straight into/into the black-haired demon''s chest, enveloping that piece of malice, endless darkness , The twisted and sticky outer nucleus was cut open, pierced into the scarlet beating heart, deeply buried in the bottom of my heart. They go from far away to close. Intimacy to the breath intertwined, and then without nostalgia, it is touched. The long silver hair was scattered in the dark, spreading out a huge fan. Zong Jiu turned around in the dark, only to realize that during the intense dance music just now, the mask on his face did not know when it would fall off, and even the original disguise disappeared. His height also changed back, and suddenly shrank by a few centimeters. But the clothes on his body have not changed, and it is still a no.1 three-piece suit. The white and black gloves are clasped, and the tail of the suit draws a graceful arc. They are fixed in a distance not far or near. The trainees around seemed to have heard something wrong, and the movements they had just danced stopped one after another. In the huge banquet hall, only a pair of people were dancing. [I heard it! I bet it must be the mentor group! ¡¿ [Wow, I heard it too, this voice...wow, it sounds very intense] [My mother, I don¡¯t know why, it¡¯s a normal dance step sound, why I heard from the audio that I have to compete, I can¡¯t wait for the other person to immediately...simply put it, I feel that they Not dancing, but fighting] [+1, I am not alone] [+10086, that''s right, are these two people really dancing? I suspect that they are fighting bayonet! ¡¿ ...... Another short period passed, the black-haired man stretched out his hand, but only caught the magician''s fleeting hair in the air. He was rarely still, staring between his fingers, his expression indistinct. But only for a moment, and after a moment, he reappeared with an uncertain smile. "It''s so boring, let''s play a game." Here comes the devil''s favorite gameplay plot. The opponent is still very good at playing the game. Zong Jiu played several games with him, and he won every time. Thinking of the appearance of the other party having eaten several times, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows with interest, "Oh? Tell me?" Magicians also like to play games, and want to play after playing them, let alone play with the devil. no.1 showed a displeased expression. "The main system told me that there is an A-level ant that will become the new no.9 at the end of the dance party." "If you can win this game, I don''t mind..." He lowered his voice and smiled faintly, "Operate it for the magician." Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes. Zhuge An has been babbling in front of him more than once to let him reach the S-level as soon as possible. Because only S-level can get tickets for the final battle. If he has not been promoted to S-level this time, he can only hope for the next Super S-level dungeon, which is too long and dreamy. "can." Zong Jiu readily agreed, "What rules?" The black-haired man smiled secretly, his well-knotted hands plunged into the shadows. In the next second, the white-gloved hand protruded from the shadow on the other end without fail, and reached into the magician''s pocket. "Huh? Why not." Relying on his ability to move freely in the shadows, the devil blatantly put his hand into Zong Jiu''s pocket and touched his pocket all over. Sure enough, finding cards from the magician was a correct decision. The cold hand flicked along the tight thigh muscles, slowly leaned into the trouser pocket, and slowly pulled out a deck of cards from it. "found it." The black-haired man hummed a song happily, unfolded his cards casually, and threw it into the air. Avoiding the strong wind swept over the opponent''s arm, he smiled and said, "As long as you can catch the ghost card, the position of no.9 is yours." If it were that simple, it wouldn''t be a devil. Sure enough, it was the dim light flashing by the puppet silk that followed the cards that fell. Almost at the moment when no.1''s voice fell, Zong Jiu moved. He ignored the endless obstacles, even if he was bound by invisible silk threads, his fingers still grew toward the sun like plants. Soon, the last card also quietly landed. Just like echoing, the violin played the last note, returning to silence. The devil sighed, pretending to be regretful, "It seems that this time it is me..." The magician stepped on his black leather shoes and suddenly raised his head, provocative in his eyes. In his mouth, a white-edged card was biting firmly between his thin lips, and the scarlet clown grinned. JOKER, Wang fried. Chapter 170: Masquerade Tu Yumen stood in the dark, stiffly like a piece of wood, falling into an embarrassment that had not been for a long time. This is really not to blame him, mainly because the sailor suit skirt is a bit short. At the beginning, the motion range of trying to pass through the house dance on the dance floor was not very large, even if it was the magic of love, it was at most a symbolic turn twice. As a result, now, good guy, the main system passed all the knowledge of international ballroom dance all at once, and stuffed it in his mind. The mind didn''t understand it, and the body moved first with the music. So the Onmyoji was horrified to find that his limbs stopped the house dance movement, and instead began to twist the waist and raise the hips, commonly known as the magical power of the upgraded version of love. Waltz is famous for being romantic and gorgeous, and its visual effects are extremely elegant and enjoyable. In the early years, it was called "unchaste, slutty/dissolute dance", and even many European countries explicitly did not allow married young women to dance. Tsuchimmon only thought that the dance was very beautiful before, and only after jumping up did he know why the waltz would be rejected by conservative Britain in the early years. First of all, it is because the range of rotation is really large. Tu Yumen didn''t find a dancing partner at all. Following the tune, he could move from the left to the right of the dance floor alone, and the skirt of the miniskirt spread out into a small umbrella. Half a month ago, in order to win the bet with the exorcist, he went to the styling room to find the stylist''s advice. As a result, the latter saw him with a rainbow fart, saying that he had a small skeleton, a delicate face, a slender figure, and a unique oriental charm. That is a man who exaggerates the existence of the heavens and the underground. He is a good seedling of women''s clothing. Not wearing women''s clothing is a waste of talent for the motherland. Tu Yumen was praised by such a meal, and even thought that women''s clothing was a good attention to concealing their identity. Coupled with the consequences of the long-term gaming house, he may also have a desire for women''s clothing in his heart, so he half-pushed and half-placed his approval. In order to be able to have the figure of a girl, Tu Yumen did not hesitate to pinch the figure of a model for a whole day, which is enough to be fake. Forget it, no one can see it anyway, who would have thought that no.10 will be women''s clothing? As long as everyone can''t think of it, he still has hope, anyway. While feeling inwardly that it is not easy to be a beautiful girl, Doommen tried to ignore the discomfort of the cold wind raising the skirt. Fortunately, all the lights in the banquet hall were turned off, otherwise he would really face social death today. Just as the Tuyumen sighed in secret, suddenly someone next door stepped over at the same pace as the waltz, and passed him with his dance partner. I don¡¯t know what anti-human design clothes this elder brother is wearing. He is hung with clanking steel accessories. He is extremely rock-punk and dark gothic. You can hear him turning around in the dark as if he could have a concert. sound. Coincidentally, these clanging accessories hung under the clothes, and one of them accidentally hooked the white stockings on the legs of Onmyoji. Domemon: "..." Ruined. "Tear and pull¡ª" All the beautiful girls who wear long stockings must have a similar experience. An intact sock looks very beautiful. But if you are accidentally hooked by something, you will start to...draw without exception. What''s more desperate is that drawing is not simply pulling one, but pulling a string. Starting from the broken place, a thread can be pulled up to your feet. It is very brutalist, so this sock can''t be worn. For example, soil imperial gate. Before he could react, the thread pulled by the accessory followed his thigh/root/part and pulled it to the toe without stopping, leaving a series of holes of different sizes. In a moment, the leg meat scrambled to squeeze out from the hole. What''s more terrible is that it was not the front but the back that was hooked on the line. Wow, the wind blows. This time, it wasn''t the cold from the miniskirt, but the cold from the wind. Tu Yumen bent down tremblingly, and touched most of his exposed leg, as if struck by lightning. For the first time, Huaji Onmyoji experienced the suffering of a beautiful girl. At this moment, the main system announced that some trainees had found a tutor and were dancing with the tutor. It''s over. If the third stage is over, wouldn''t the banquet hall be back to normal soon? It''s okay if you don''t turn on the lights at the party, if you turn on the lights, how can you see people like this? The onmyoji master held his **** behind him, which was in close contact with the cold air, and wanted to cry without tears. Why did he choose not to wear safety pants in the first place? It¡¯s because he changed the mannequin, relied on his true gender to be male, regret it. jpg Just when Tuyumen urgently thought of a solution, wanted to see if he could apply for a transaction with the main system, and quickly took off this sock to change to a safety pants, the sudden change occurred! The waltz was over, and the next tango was played for a while. A team of trainees behind him danced tango stiffly, and the male trainee who jumped the female step was uncomfortable, not to mention that there was a difficult lower back when the music climax/trend came. Although memory is instilled, memory and practical use are still two different things. Many trainees are talking on paper, and the feeling of jumping out is either soft or too rigid, and it is difficult to have the beauty of a skilled dancer. For example, behind Tu Yumen, this pair of temporary dance partners. The trainees who jump in the female step are obviously unskilled, and the same is true in the male step. When the female stepped down, the male step held his waist. As a result, the former followed the tendency of the body to fall. Because he could not borrow more force, he subconsciously lifted his leg in a backward posture. Those straight long legs stepped on ten centimeter high heels at the end, and ruthlessly pulled the onmyoji''s ass, who was bending down. Heng Tiangao''s due destructive power almost immediately kicked Onmyoji''s whole person forward, and poured it onto the side of the cold marble on the dance floor. Domemon: "..." He just accepted the fact that he forgot to wear safety pants, and now he is forced to endure the unbearable pain of his life again. Domemon: Damn, why is it always me who is unlucky every time! It seemed that he was also aware of what he had kicked. The trainee apologized in the dark and expressed his most sincere apology. He also asked Tu Yumen if he was injured. If he was injured, he should consider quitting the masquerade. One thousand survival points can be paid as compensation. The Onmyoji was silent for a long while, "No, no, I''m fine." First of all, although one thousand points is very sincere and is definitely a small fortune for newcomers, will the upright no.10 lack this thousand points? Will it? Will it? Moreover, he was really greedy for the exorcist''s dagger prop for a long time, and how he exchanged it before saying that selling the exorcist was not easy. This time he finally found an opportunity, he must grasp it! Tu Yumen showed a tired but awkward smile, and quickly got up from the cold ground. At this moment, someone in the darkness said his name coldly. "Domemon Gate." The Onmyoji immediately stood upright with cold hair, and immediately began to deny the third consecutive, "I am not, I do not, don''t talk nonsense!" After saying this, he reacted, and he was as quiet as a chicken under the announcement of the main system [You have been secretly seen by the trainee Zhuge, deducting 900 survival points]. Obviously, the people in the dark fell into silence for a while because of his refusal. I''ve seen someone who rushed up to confess, and never seen someone who rushed up to confess like this. It''s a long time to see. Zhuge said: "What are you doing on the ground?" In the darkness, Master Onmyoji silently covered his buttocks, and said tremblingly, "I''m... listening for information." Zhuge dark:? ? ? What kind of information still needs to be snooped on the ground, staring at the cat? However, no.3 is obviously too lazy to pursue such details. He has become accustomed to the confusing actions that mortals often make. "The exorcist was still looking for you just now." Tu Yumen immediately cheered up, "What? Is he looking for me? When and where? What does he wear?" Zhuge glanced at him secretly, and was about to speak. Suddenly, the crystal chandelier above the head lit up. Just like when the lights went out, this time when the crystal chandelier lights up, there is also no sign of warning. Without any reminder, the crystal chandeliers and the red gold chandeliers were all on, illuminating the huge banquet hall with bright lights, viscous and flowing light, and beautiful. The first thing that caught everyone''s eyes was the dress of the trainee next to him. The beautiful girl in the sailor suit and the Antarctic Emperor Penguin looked at each other. Seeing the dress of the opposite person, Tu Yumen''s small eyes suddenly appeared three-point doubt, three-point shock, three-point blank, and one-point you were so Zhuge dark. Penguin: "..." Careless. ...... Not only trainees, but the most eye-catching ones, of course, are the two people at the center of the entire dance floor. They wore the same costumes, standing face to face, and the atmosphere was tense. The white-haired magician''s hands were bound by the puppet thread, and there was a big red JOKER in his mouth. There is also a black and white JOKER in the fingertips twisted to the back. Let a master of card magic play cards, it is just like a fish in water, even more powerful. Zong Jiu didn''t believe that the devil didn''t know this, so he was certain that the other party had released water. So... why? Is it because no.1 particularly dislikes that A-level trainee? Zong Jiu killed this guess as soon as it appeared. Just as the devil said, let alone an A-level, even most of the S-levels are no different from ants in front of him. The aloof gods will not pay attention to the ants, and they will not bother so much because of an ant. For the first time, Zong Jiu couldn''t guess the devil''s intention. But this does not prevent him from raising his head slightly, like a proud white swan, "How? No, 1?" The lights revolved above them. The black-haired demon constricted the dark color/desire/look in his pupils, raised the corners of his mouth, bent down, and gently slid the white gloves over the magician¡¯s lips and fingertips, slowly pulling out the two ghost cards. A heavy crown suddenly appeared on the head of the white-haired magician. The devil is crowning an emperor. At the same time, the announcement of the main system was long overdue. [Congratulations to trainee Zong Jiu for successfully identifying the tutor and identifying the real identity of the tutor] [Congratulations to trainee Zong Jiu, who got the super S grade evaluation from the instructor, and was successfully promoted to no.9] Chapter 171: Masquerade These two main system announcements stunned everyone. The trainees in the banquet hall, look at me, and I look at you, with big doubts hidden in their small eyes. The magician Zong Jiu successfully found the mentor and then identified the true identity of the mentor? ? ? Everyone looked at the two people standing in the center of the dance floor. The magician''s long white hair slid down the shoulders of the black suit behind him, and a series of fluorescent galaxies flashed under the warm light. On top of his head, the extremely luxurious silver-red crown gleams, demonstrating his new status as an S-class crowned. The man stood in front of the magician, his black hair was cut by the light source, half stood in the light, and half hidden in the darkness. The devil lowered his head to look at him, with an unknown smile on his face, his whole body quiet and sharp, extremely aggressive. The powerful king and the abyss demon looked at each other for a long time. The eyes of the former were burning with war spirits, and the dark golden pupils of the latter were almost straightened into a vertical line, with obscure colors rolling in them. If the magician is the one who finds the mentor, then the identity of the mentor is self-evident. The live broadcast room was stunned for a moment, and the screen refresh mode was turned on one after another. [Ahahahaha, this result is not unexpected at all. If it¡¯s this adult, it¡¯s really normal to be a mentor] [Yes, this is the adult. At the beginning, when everyone opened the betting, the odds of the adults were very low. Many fanatical followers around me went to my relatives to tell my grandmother to bet, this wave seems to be the follower''s victory] [The instructor is a trainee with transcendent authority. Apart from no.1, I really can''t think of another more suitable candidate, or that this position is more suitable for him. We still don''t know the strength of that adult? It¡¯s not at the same level with ordinary trainees] [That is, since you are a mentor, you must be able to survive, at least you have to choose someone who can convince everyone, right? no.2 His Royal Highness Fan Zhuo is good, but he is still far behind that adult] [Yes, yes, everyone said too right, hahahahaha] All the bullet screens have turned on the rainbow fart mode, blowing no.1 into the sky, and deserve to have the status of a mentor. I completely forgot to guess that the tutor was not among the trainees at first, and that the tutor was the cold penguin, and many other unreliable remarks. Other barrages have opened up the exaggeration mode for the magician. [Fuck, the horror trainee competition has only reached the first few games, and the magician has been promoted to S grade, my mother, this year''s newcomer is really terrible, right] [Everyone sighed with emotion when he was promoted to A-level before. When he really ran to S-level, my eyes were still shocked. It''s too awesome and awesome! I remember that when the magician first entered the game, he was only a bottom E-level trainee. This speed is not accurate when he rides on the rocket, it is soaring faster than light.] [Yes...I also remember that when he entered the game, he was only E-class, and because of his good-looking appearance, he was sprayed with a vase, and he hugged other S-class thighs. Said that he used his body to make deals with other big guys... I really should let those sb sprays see, what is a face slap] [My mother, no.9! ! no.9! ! One higher than the boss of the Tuyumen! The magician mother loves you! ! ! ! (I''m sorry that I didn''t look down on the non-Chief Onmyoji masters here. I just feel that the magician is even higher than the senior survivor. I don''t step on or take the bar, thank you all)] [Ah ah ah ah ah ah, the new S-class is born! ! It was the adult who was crowned himself! ! But here I want to whisper bb, how do I feel that the atmosphere between the two of them is a bit strange, is it my illusion. jpg] The last barrage just came out, and there were several accompanying barrage immediately below, and they all said that they also felt that the atmosphere between no.1 and no.9 was a bit strange and subtle. Isn¡¯t it weird? When the lights came on, the two were about to stick together, the demon grabbed his wrist with one hand, and the magician bit a card. Obviously the temperaments of the two of them are very different. One is cold and indifferent, one is crazy and sharp, but unexpectedly, when standing together, they are incredibly harmonious, as if they are a small world on their own, and no one else is allowed to step in. At this moment, a barrage came out quietly. [Uh, that, what I want to say is...Look at the magician¡¯s black gloves...Well, so we just started, have we, been, have admitted wrong, who, , Yes, demon] All the audience in the live broadcast room: "..." Now the lights came on and the truth came to light. Everyone could see the demon deity wearing white gloves on his hands, but the magician was wearing black leather half-finger tactical gloves on his hands. This problem can be big. When the "devil" stepped on a point and came out from the gate of the banquet hall, the barrage in the live broadcast room was just a guess, and the analysis was straightforward, from the temperament to the figure to the action to the demeanor, the final word was the absoluteness of wearing black gloves. It is the demon deity. What is even more embarrassing is that they not only believe that the black glove is a demon, but also have been looking for the white glove problem by the way. Some say that his posture is too frivolous, some say that he is too casual, and some people say from the left to the right, even showing his fandom as a no.1 fanatic follower, vowing to say that he is absolutely impossible to be a demon. right now...... For the first time, the barrage function in the live broadcast room was still for almost five minutes. [Both, blame the magician for insidious and cunning, pretending to be too successful, this makes us deceived! I can never be a fake fan! ¡¿ [Yes! We must add an ability to the magician, that is, there is no trace of disguise. Think about it carefully, this is also the job of a magician. I blame the master no.9 for being too strong, otherwise how can we bring out our dishes.] [Ohhhhhhh, no.1, I did not deliberately admit my mistake, all this is the fault of the magician] In the silent hall, an unbelievable voice cut through the silence. "How is it possible, obviously I should be no.9!" The speaker was dressed in a strange Miao costume, blindfolded, and his body was covered with tinkling silver ornaments, and his face was gloomy. Many people recognized him. A-level trainee, raising Gu people. This is also a long-standing high-level A-level, and it is very famous when it is in an infinite loop. Many people thought at first that he could have a place in the first preliminary evaluation, but what they didn''t expect was that Tuyumen became no.10, but he was only ranked A. The Gu raiser is a small belly chicken intestines, and he must report it to him. I don''t know how long he has been sorrowing about it. However, in the next several evaluations, either the S-level threshold was too high, or it was a lack of luck, the Gu cultivator was always unable to rise, and he was very unconvinced. This time, finally, there was an S-level fall. He performed well in the team dungeon. He received a double S-level evaluation, and naturally he was bound to win the S-level throne. Who knows, a magician was killed halfway through the air. If this matter is kept in the ordinary, the Gu raiser is afraid of the authority of this adult, so naturally he dare not put a fart. But this time is different. The Gu raiser really received a system prompt two days ago. The main system hinted that he was defaulted to be no.9, otherwise he would not go to Shaman and Magician, both of which are both S-level candidates. Flirting in front of you. Zong Jiu glanced at him lightly, and then withdrew his gaze uninterestedly. On the contrary, it was a demon, because the confrontation was interrupted, and there was a trace of discomfort on his face. Those cold and dark golden pupils that were not human-like fell on him, and the Gu cultivator was so scared that his knees were a little soft, and he almost did not kneel directly. But when he thought of the S-Class that was supposed to belong to him, he clenched his fists and stammered: "Big, sir." The Gu cultivator forced himself to look away and stared bitterly at the side of the magician Jiao Hao Li, "The magician''s performance in the last dungeon is definitely not higher than my score. Your lord, you are a mentor, please You Mingjian, you are also fair!" "Oh?" The black-haired man raised his eyebrows with interest, his expression was indistinct, "You mean, I''m deliberately partial?" The cold sweat of the Gu cultivator fell off all of a sudden, "No, no, sir, I definitely didn''t mean that. I just think he must have used some unknown means, such as..." Under the pressure of the increasingly cold murderous intent, the Gu cultivator finally couldn''t hold on. He knelt to the ground with a slam, trembling and trembling all over, without holding his mouth, he actually said the guess in his heart. Missed his mouth. The banquet hall was so quiet that needles fell. The live broadcast room was also silent, and then exploded. [Fuck, the Gu cultivator is not going to die, but in front of this adult, it is recognized that he suspects his unspoken rules as a magician. I¡¯ll help to order these three incense first, let¡¯s go on the road after a good meal] [I won¡¯t react for a while, too brave, too brave] [Grass, I just said it. This brainwashing bag has been passed on since the magician entered the horror trainee competition, how it has been passed to now is still believed. Forget it, I will also go on the root of incense before leaving. I was a decent person before my life when raising Gu] [Maybe because the magician is really good-looking, the white-haired magician beauty awsl! ¡¿ [Wait...Isn¡¯t there a bullet screen not long ago saying that the atmosphere between no.1 and no.9 is a bit unusual...Well, I suddenly had a bold guess... ...] [Upstairs, you are not alone, your eyes suggest.jpg] Unlike the atmosphere in the live broadcast room, the whole banquet hall is deadly silent. Everyone was madly exchanging shock with their eyes, while silently expressing sincere condolences for the warrior, the Gu Cultivator. After so many years, this is the first one who dared to express doubts about adults blatantly. Unexpectedly, the black-haired demon suddenly reduced his murderous aura, and gave an inexplicable low laugh. "That''s a good idea." In an instant, the thick shadow spreading on the marble floor of the dance floor spurred and turned into a thick curtain, suddenly covering the two people standing in the center of the dance floor. When the other trainees in the hall reacted, no.1 had disappeared in place with the new no.9. How does it feel to shuttle through the shadows? Zong Jiu is fortunate to be the first mouse to experience the experience of the devil. After turning around for a while, he was pressed against the hard wall of the S-class room, and a body as cold as a cold cellar was attached to him. "He was right." The devil looked condescendingly at those beautiful pale pink eyes, his voice was hoarse and sultry, "I wanted to do this a long time ago." He pinched the magician''s chin and kissed it straight. Chapter 172: Masquerade "That''s a good idea." After saying this, the devil and the magician disappeared into the shadows, leaving a person in the banquet hall staring at each other. After a long time, after confirming that they were gone forever, someone tremblingly asked: "This...what is going on?" The first sound was like turning on a signal, and the trainees in the hall chatted and discussed. "It turns out that the adult really knew the magician, hahahahaha." The other trainee smiled awkwardly. "I feel that the relationship between the two S-class bosses is quite good. But yes, the adults have publicly expressed their love for the magician. There were no rumors that the magician accepted the solicitation of the night race, and no.2 Fanzhuo. After walking very close, did the lord still express his dissatisfaction with the magician? The rumor was spread so eloquently at the beginning, but now it seems to be nothing more than a rumor." "Indeed, they seem to have a really good relationship...so I still care a little about the devil''s last words, good idea? What good idea?" There was silence in the hall, and no one answered the question. It took a long time for someone to say: "In short, the magician is now no.9. As for the others, it''s all about the big guys. It has nothing to do with us, so don''t worry about that much." Everyone nodded busy. Only the live broadcast room with rich imagination exploded into fireworks. [I havetily, lords, combined with the barrage that was wrong before, I feel like I understand something] [Upstairs, you are not alone, so am I...] [So everyone thinks that the adult said, ¡®This is a good idea¡¯, is he trying to practice the unspoken rules on the magician? woc, don¡¯t talk about anything else, if you think about it, what¡¯s wrong between them can really be explained] [All the sisters upstairs, it¡¯s not me who changed color, fuck] But after a while, some passersby and followers were dissatisfied. [Can you stop talking nonsense, this is obviously the care of the older generations to the younger generations. It''s not necessary to force Lalang, what the hell, did you see it lying under the bed? ¡¿ [That is, whether it is the magician or the adult, it is disgusting to involve them in such a joke. Everyone knows that there is not much to talk about feelings in the infinite loop, and you have to make such disgusting jokes, so you like to match up and go to your forum section to do it, and you have to pollute our eyes here.] [Silent, just kidding, you can all go online, please, this is a horror trainee game, not a play house, you should go to the hospital if you are sick, what I think every day is that these are not available, why didn¡¯t you let them? Are you dead in the copy] [Indeed, looking at people like this, the top of the sky is just a bed partner. Isn''t it normal in an infinite loop? Is it necessary to be so excited? ¡¿ Because someone may die anytime and anywhere, the intimacy in the infinite loop is very weak, and there may be good friends who make life and death, but there are very few couples who can support together from the end to the end. Most of them are bed partners who are in an extremely depressive environment and solve their physiological needs. Coupled with the extremely distorted worship of the strong, everyone agrees that the strong can have more resources. So the barrage started a new round of war. On the contrary, in the banquet hall, everyone seldom announces their true thoughts to the public, but stands silently. The lead violinist drew the bowstring again, and the organ orchestra began to play a new dance music. The trainees were all taken aback, and then symbolically began to dance. Of course, after so many things have happened, now everyone is a little absent-minded, and even the original activities of finding a partner with great interest are not so active. The mask masquerade party has only started for a little over an hour, and it has experienced such a twists and turns, and even the identity of the mysterious teacher has been turned upside down. For this reason, the trainees have a plan. What is the relationship between magician and demon, no.1 and no.9, is not important. The important thing is that the adult is very concerned and caring about no.9, that''s enough. Originally, the magician himself is strong, and the background is still so stable, so people are really more popular than others. The Gu Cultivator who had been kneeling on the ground stood up tremblingly, his whole body was soft, his face was green and white. He seemed to be able to hear the ridicule from all directions, which made him want to find a place to sew in, and hurriedly applied to the main system to leave the banquet hall. On the other side, the beautiful girl Tu Yumen, who was holding her ass, withdrew her gaze and continued to stare at the penguin Zhuge in front of her. Both of them had their masks worn on their faces gracefully, without the slightest trace of falling off, but because of the embarrassing changes just now, they both figured out who the other party was. Zhuge secretly stared at Tu Yumen''s blue and white sailor suit with a pair of ponytail miniskirts and stockings, and Tu Yumen stared at Zhuge''s dark penguin headgear, both fell silent. It was in the darkness just now, when Zhuge secretly received a prompt from the main system, and only then did he recognize the Tuyumen. But even if he counts, he still didn''t count the other party...well...has an extraordinary hobby for women''s clothing. The same is true for Tu Yumen, his eyes with exaggerated cosmetic contact lenses are full of undisguised shock. I didn''t expect Zhuge to be indifferent and calm on weekdays, and he would not pay for his life. I didn''t expect to like it so much in private...Uh...small animals. After a long time, Tu Yumen took the lead to break the silence, "The magician..." "Nothing will happen." Zhuge secretly denied. Zong Jiu is indeed inevitable, but he is not here. So the two were relatively speechless again. "I will tell you the whereabouts of the exorcist..." After a while, the Penguin said quietly. Tu Yumen hurriedly connected, "I am amnesia on the spot immediately, right away." Zhuge nodded in satisfaction. Tu Yumen lowered his hand covering his butt, and was about to shake his hand symbolically, representing the completion of the transaction, but didn''t want the other party to glance at his hand with extremely clean eyes, and slowly spoke. "He is behind you." Domemon:? ? ? The beautiful girl with double ponytails turned stiffly, saw the person behind patted his ass, smiled and whistle: "Hey, old man, isn''t it cold to be naked?" Zhuge dark your mother''s old yin ratio, yin me! The Onmyoji turned angrily, only to see the penguin retreat, and quickly disappeared into the sea of ??people. Hell, why did he forget, Zhuge An started his family by relying on big flicks! Tu Yumen regretted that his intestines were all green. Hearing the main system reminding him that he was deducted nine hundred points again, he pretended to say calmly, "How do you touch him?" "No way," the exorcist spread his hands, "I have given too much." "Come on, buddy, willing to bet and lose, where is the blue ticket?" The heart of Onmyoji was bleeding, but now the situation is urgent. In order to block the mouth of the exorcist, he hurriedly picked out a blue ticket from the system backpack. "Here you give it to you, you quickly forget this scene for me, have you heard it!" As soon as the voice fell, there was a burst of exclamation around, and it quieted down for a moment. Tu Yumen felt strange, raised his head subconsciously, and found that the people around here were all staring at the blue ticket in his hand. As we all know, the blue ticket is a great weapon for those who specialize in Onmyoji abilities, but because of the difficulty of production, so many onmyoji abilities, now only no.10 Tuyumen can make it. Just like No.2 Fanzhuo¡¯s Sabre Caligula, and No.3 Zhuge Dark¡¯s Taiji Bagua Pan, it belongs to the kind of special props with strong directivity. This also indicates that as long as it is taken out, everyone can recognize it. At first, everyone didn''t notice here. After all, two people were talking, who would be bored to pay attention to it all the time. But the Penguin brought a lot of sight, and the posture of the beautiful girl in the sailor suit looked a little strange, so someone paid attention to it. And Tu Yumen was in a hurry, for fear that the exorcist would miss it, and suddenly forgot about the matter in a hurry, and took out his blue talisman in the crowd. Coincidentally, this scene happened to be seen by a trainee. The first person who saw it exclaimed and attracted the attention of others, and more and more people saw it. [I...you...I don¡¯t know what to say, just, Tuyumen is quite talented in women''s clothing] [I, ah, can''t say anything. It turns out that the non-Chief Onmyoji has such an unknown hobby in private] [Sisters, I guessed who the young lady in sailor suit was for so long, but I never thought it would be him] [Farewell, this kind of scene of death in public society can only be owned by the onmyoji master who is full of anger, light wax. jpg] Domemon: "..." He stood numbly on the spot, listening to the endless sound of system deduction points in his ears, resigned to his fate in the atmosphere of social death, and pressed the button to send out the banquet hall. Others stop being human, and he can''t be human anymore. At this moment, the non-Chief Onmyoji suddenly ignited great enthusiasm for the thriller trainee competition. If he can make his final C debut and get the universal wishing ticket, then he must-- Let everyone, immediately, immediately, forget this scene (screaming)! Ah annoying, this world, destroy it! ...... The room of no.1 is very dark. Everything is the same as when Zong Jiu came last time. The thick and breathless darkness filled this huge room, and the only light source was the cold moonlight on the huge floor-to-ceiling windows next to the bathtub. The young man¡¯s waist-long white hair was spread out, his back was pressed vigorously against the wall, his hands were still bound by the cold puppet silk, and he was willing to ask for it. The black-haired demon pinched the jaw of the beautiful young man, forcing the latter to raise his head. While the magician had not recovered from the shadows of migration, his cold lips/tongue pried/opened his teeth like a flexible snake. , Wantonly attacking / city / slightly / land within the latter''s thin lips, admiring the opponent''s rare expression of being endured at this moment. It''s a pity only a short second. After a second, those pale pink eyes finally turned from loose to sharp. Suddenly being invaded by such a cold temperature, Zong Jiu frowned from the cold, and kicked at the opponent with his knees, trying to end this inexplicable kiss. The black-haired demon who had been looking at him with his eyes open had anticipated this in advance, and his white-gloved fingers hooked slightly, and countless puppet threads escaping from the void bound the magician in place. At this moment, his other hand hit the waist that he had judged to be "too thin" just now, and he pushed the person into his arms. The magician was only allowed to sink into the arms of the devil. Otherwise, there is no way out. Zong Jiu squinted his eyes and coldly stared at the pupils full of obscure desires. Without warning, he bit down hard. A strong smell of rust overflowed in the mouth, filling the cold kiss. Zong Jiu showed no mercy in this bite, and his sharp tiger teeth cut through the tip of his uninvited tongue. Streaks of scarlet blood dripped from the corner of the man''s mouth and dripped on the face of the magician''s wristwatch without gloves. It turned out that the blood of the devil was as cold as his body temperature. In a daze, Zong Jiu suddenly had such an untimely thought. After seeing the blood, the demon not only did not stop, but because the smell of blood intensified, the dark golden eyes burned into a raging fire, like a beast released from a prison cage, breaking the realm of a madman. His hand moved from the chin of the white-haired young man to the back of his neck, rubbing/tapping the fragile carotid artery, and pressing the person against the wall firmly, not allowing any escape from the other party, but long/driving/straight/ In, kiss deeper. The kiss of no.1 does not have any kissing skills at all, the action is so rough/violent, I only know that it is deep/into and deep/in blindly, and it continuously sweeps every corner of the magician¡¯s mouth, incarnate as a gluttonous plunder Breathe, absorb body fluids. Since there was no way to escape, Zong Jiu stopped thinking about it. He paused and retaliated back with the same unfamiliar kissing technique. All grown-ups, just a kiss, whocares? Their lips/tongues curled up and danced with blood. To say that this is a kiss is better to say that this is a bite between wild animals, crazy, wanton, and hearty. It is no different from any previous gambling, game, and tit-for-tat. Only this time, the battlefield was moved from the horror copy of the thriller trainee game to Fang Cun. In this huge dark room, in a corner that no one saw, they were entangled with their lips, and they wanted to tell the victory or defeat. It was supposed to be a deadly rival that turned a corner in the middle of the contest, maybe because of some stupid joke of fate, everything turned to the unknown. Several times, the silver-red crown almost slipped off the top of his head, and it was the ubiquitous puppet that helped the magician to re-righte. If possible, they will kiss until the end of the world. Because no one is willing to retreat, no one is willing to admit defeat. Not far away, the weeping Madonna was weeping and weeping, watching the scene with hollow eyes. The Last Supper, carefully portrayed in the portrait, **** and his disciples cheered in the dark. After a long time, the kiss that both sides did not show weakness slowly stopped. The unique, full of cold wood cedar scent is ringed in front of the chest by the devil. The evil dragon monopolized his treasure and sighed with satisfaction. The devil reluctantly evacuated and licked the magician''s gorgeous/little/blooded lips before leaving. After all, the aggressor had the upper hand. Zong Jiu raised his head and leaned against the wall, his long hair wet with sweat, and the throat/knot on his slender neck rolled quickly. "...Let go of my hand." He waited until he spoke before he noticed that his voice at the moment was so hoarse that he couldn''t speak. Obviously panting, but desperately trying to conceal this in front of his old enemy, and restore his appearance as if nothing had happened. The demon with a satiated expression readily followed suit. The man pulled his tie, and did not forget to pull the tie off the other person. The puppet thread that bound the hands of the white-haired young man disappeared without a trace in an instant. The next second, the panting magician suddenly hooked the black-haired demon''s neck, forcing the other party to lower his head and offer a kiss on his own initiative. This action caused the latter to stagnate for a moment, his pupils opened slightly, and then he hugged the person tightly, his chest trembled uncontrollably, and gave out a pleasant sullen laugh, starting a new round of fierce fighting. Zong Jiuman, who also has no kissing skills at all, was thinking of pulling back a city, and the downwind who had just fallen in front of his old enemy said nothing. This time, the heat exchange was attached to the cold. The difference from the previous **** kiss is that this kiss is obviously much crazier and ardent. Two bodies that are incompatible with the world are huddled together, hiding extremely similar and completely different souls, kissing and laughing, sharing each other''s different temperatures. Take pleasure in the suffering of others in the world, perform deceptive tricks under the light. A lack of interest, a gap. Difficult to fill. They all seem to be missing something, but they seem to find a complement from each other while they kiss, and they are finally complete. (Please look at it carefully, this paragraph is a description, they really did nothing, nothing! Nothing! Do! The original intention of the expression is that two people with a certain emotional lack found complements in each other. Just let me pass the New Year, a good person will live a safe life)) A madman doesn''t know how to kiss, nor can a magician. They will only bite desperately, trying to swallow the other''s movements and resistance, swallow them into their throats, and embed their own bone blood. Both demons and magicians are creatures that don''t know what love is. They are smart, they are arrogant, they have the same madness in their bones, but they will never learn to love others. Love is armor, but also a weakness. They have no weakness, but they have also lost their armor. For the first time, the demon let go of winning or losing, and kissed the magician back with a big laugh. He simply revealed his domain and let the other party laboriously explore in the cold hell. The man lazily hugged the person, his hands on the back of his neck played with the other''s white hair hanging down, and slowly roamed around the loose clothing. The magician still wore the same clothes as the devil. The figure of the devil is much wider than that of the slender magician. Because of the sudden shrinkage and shortness of the figure, the suit that originally fitted became loose at this moment, draped over the body, like a child stealing an adult''s clothes. After the tie was untied, the white shirt was no longer bound, and because they were too aggressive/deep/kissed, the neckline loosened a large area, exposing a large area of ??skin on the back that was so white that it could almost emit fluorescence in the dark. The dark golden pupils stared at the clavicle/bone that rises/falls/falls with breathing. This is not the gaze of an ordinary seasoned hunter focusing on his prey. On the contrary, it is more like the diners staring at a feast of delicacies on the table, thinking about how to take the opponent apart and eat slowly. The man is thoughtful. He finally understood why he had a kind of thirst when facing a magician before, and a more anxious desire/hope than killing intent. ...That is sex/desire. The cold white gloves sneaked around in front of him while the white-haired young man was trying to adjust to his temperature, and unbuttoned the dark gray vest. It was originally the clothes of the devil, and no one was more familiar with its structure than the devil. The man gently hooked, and before the magician hadn''t reacted, the waistcoat that was responsible for tightening the waistline was unbuttoned and put it on his open arm. From his condescending perspective, he can see deeper/a touch of redness/redness. Clusters of dark flames ignited in the pupils. The other hand penetrated through the open neckline of the shirt, and slowly moved upward along the line of the depression of the young man''s spine, or pressed lightly or hardly to the shoulder blade, like a hint that did not need to be declared. Zong Jiu, who was frowning and trying to gain the upper hand, came back to his senses, his pale pink eyes were full of clarity. The devil admired the redness of the other''s eyes from the kiss, and the fingers tightened around the tight waistline, which seemed to have a further trend. They finally separated from the second kiss, and the originally cold air seemed to be stained with some inexplicable ambiguity. The heat rose silently in the air. Zong Jiu''s expression was a little weird. Although their lips parted, they were still very close. White is imprisoned by black. The cold and warm breath intertwined, like a pair of lovers intimately. (I beg you to review this paragraph without ghs. They really didn¡¯t do it. They just say hi! If you delete it, it will affect the person settings. I have changed it many times. If you have a new year, please let me out. Happy New Year, a good person will live a safe life 55555) At such a close distance, the changes in the body can be seen at a glance. After a moment of silence, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, "Did you react?" The man chuckled. After acknowledging it in disguise, he made an invitation in a dull voice, and by the way, he released the control of the other party. "Come and do it?" The devil always obeyed his own will. He has ignored countless men and women, even the same **** who indulges in the dark. But with malice as his body, twisted as flesh and blood, and hatred as blood, he was not interested in it at all, he only felt that they were inferior and mean. But now, he has sex/desire for his old enemy. The devil readily accepted this, his blood boiled eagerly. He wanted to severely tear off the other side''s sexual/cold skin and drag him down together. The magician''s clothes must be hung on his body without falling off, revealing a large area of ??skin. The white-haired young man did not answer, but put his hand into the system backpack without a trace. When the devil came forward, he put his hand on the opponent''s shoulder without rushing. A budding rose bloomed quietly with dew dripping. [S-level trainee Zongjiu used B-level props on you: the rose of planet B612] [You have been fixed, the time limit is three minutes] The magician broke free from the wall flexibly, kicked the stiff demon to the ground, and ran the opponent with black shoes by the way. Visible to the naked eye, although the other party could not move, he was even more excited. The dark golden eyes rolled with colors that were hot enough to shine in the dark, as if being stared at by the abyss. Zong Jiu slowly took out the extremely familiar room card from his pocket, and walked towards the door without stopping. He turned sideways and raised his eyebrows with a sneer. "Sorry, I''m not interested in this for the time being. You can solve it yourself." Chapter 173: Masquerade The room belonging to no.1 is still dark. Compared to the usual lifelessness, it now seems to have been lit by a dark fire that does not exist. The cold air is now full of inexplicable ambiguous atmosphere. Kicked stiffly against the wall, a man with shoe prints floating in the center of his pants narrowed his eyes, his eyes were very aggressive. It is estimated that the devil never expected that one day he would actually be planted on the props he sent out. The rose of the planet B612, three times of use. The copy of the first middle school was sent by the devil himself, and Zong Jiu used it once, and now it is the second time. With a cold face, Zong Jiu walked towards the door with a turn, turned around, and walked towards the depths of room no.1. The reason for rejecting the devil is very simple, because the other party is hard, he is cold and not hard. To put it bluntly, just kissing can be hard, the devil can be considered as refreshing the knowledge here in Zong Jiu. As he walked, he put on his loose shirt, buttoned them one by one, and slowly wiped his left thumb across his lips. Spread your fingers, a piece of scarlet wet. is blood. Zong Jiu was not injured, both inside and outside. It is self-evident whose blood is on his lips. The magician ignored the road that fell on his back, wishing to press his whole person on the wall and arbitrarily contradict him, almost turned into a fiery sight, and walked to the elevator in the room of the S-level trainee without looking back. . Because he suddenly remembered something. If he walked out from the gate and walked out to the corridor, he might be seen by other trainees who had finished the dance or did not attend the dance at all. Originally, No.1 took him away from the crowd, and put down such a specious sentence, which was enough to make people engage in all kinds of divergent thinking. Now come again, isn''t it true that no.9 was guessed by the unspoken rules of no.1? The devil can afford to lose this man, but the magician can''t afford to lose it. Three minutes is not long or short, but it is definitely enough if you want to leave here. Zong Jiu turned around, successfully walked through the corner, and turned to the open-plan living room of the room. On the left side of the living room is a large black bed. Everything from the sheets to the pillows to the quilt is dark black. Looking at the flat traces on it, it seems that the owner rarely cares about it. What was surprising was not the bed, but the thing lying next to the pillow. There lay a familiar rabbit doll. The rabbit doll''s whole body has been turned into a dirty gray black by the smoke from the fire, and a hanging rabbit ear has burned half of it, revealing the scorched black cotton wool inside, rolled into a ball. The doll looks really unattractive on the surface, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is extremely ugly. However, the owner of the room still placed it next to his bed, the most relaxing tone of the entire room, and the closest location. This rabbit is the one that the magician gave to the little demon in the copy of Judgment Day. At the beginning, the little devil liked it very much. He held it in his arms every day, and took it by his side for a while after eating, sleeping and taking a bath. Zong Jiu stared at the rabbit doll and walked into the elevator without looking back. Returning from the copy of Judgment Day and ending the Masquerade Masquerade, this is the first time the magician and the devil have met in a whole month. Even when they met, they all bypassed this topic tacitly, facing each other on the dance floor, and kissing each other in this invisible room. No matter what you do, it is as if you have forgotten the experience of that S-class copy, and it is not worth mentioning. But occasionally, very rarely, Zong Jiu would think of the boy holding a rabbit doll and raising his head sweetly and calling him "brother", thinking of his beautiful black and brown eyes when he was not maliciously watered. Not only "brother", but "please be kind to him". Finally, he held his head stubbornly and said "I don''t want you to save", and finally sank the little demon in the billowing lava. The devil didn''t hide his name, but he didn''t have a name at all. There is no number one, and Zong Jiu has only faced demons from beginning to end. The white-haired young man stood in the middle of the elevator, lowering his eyebrows to cover the dark light in his eyes. Maybe they understand in the copy of Judgment Day. He was unwilling to kill the other party because the other party was the one who understood, resembled, and spoke the most to himself. Obviously enemies, but like two spaceships wandering in the sea of ??stars, they have been silent for so many years, and in the radio signal walkie-talkie that can never be connected, they have become the only answers to each other. ...... Too many big things happened at yesterday''s masquerade party. As of the end of the dance party this morning, the remaining trainees left reluctantly and moved to the top bar in twos and threes to gather, talking about the major events that happened at the dance. The first major event, of course, was the identity of the mysterious mentor that was revealed. This is not a big deal. However, because the title of no.1 is so prosperous, many middle and low-level trainees don''t have much feelings, and they accept the news very plainly when they know it. Because they are too far away from the top circle of the horror trainees, the trainees who are struggling daily on how to survive in the next dungeon will not, and have no time to pay attention to other things, let alone the high-ranking adult. On the contrary, it was high-level trainees, and this signal sounded the alarm for them collectively. Originally, whether no.1 was a mentor or not had nothing to do with most trainees, but now Zhuge has secretly combined half of the S-levels, with an organization strength that cannot be underestimated, and secretly buried a lot of threads. This is the day when the mentor''s identity is revealed. There is no doubt that the position of the devil is clear. He manipulated the remaining half of the S-level, and now he has another self-reported identity, and his attitude towards the universal wish ticket is clear. After all, this is still a question of coexistence and death. If he really gets the wish ticket, the consequences will be disastrous. At this moment, Zhuge secretly took out Zongjiu as a movable type signboard. On that day, his speech in the dungeon of Famine Mountain Village was shocking. Although the original owner felt that he was just saying it casually, this remark was not only in the outer survival forum, but also in the word of mouth that almost all members of the deserted village dungeon survived. , Laid a great foundation for him. Not to mention that the magician who has successfully counterattacked from E-level trainees to No.9 has become a new idol. The existence that everyone looks up to, this movable type sign has become more convincing. That''s right, the second major event discussed by everyone is the magician who succeeded the no.9 throne, and the extremely ambiguous relationship between him and no.1. Regarding this, the trainees did not dare to say much when they were in the banquet hall. After the dance, the gossip was spread faster than one. The rumors surrounding the magician earlier looked up again. It is said that he was born with a beautiful skin that is unattainable by ordinary people. After he was publicly appreciated by the adult in the Las Vegas copy, he took advantage of this and moved his mind to dedicate himself and climbed to No.1. The bed, only then got the capital that was escorted by the adult in the subsequent copy. This rumor is still the most widely spread among them, one is because of the unusual atmosphere between no.1 and no.9, and the other is because he has indeed been cared for by demons in the collective dungeon, which has gotten a lot of B Affirmation of grade trainees. Passing and passing, the rumors have also spawned many new versions. It¡¯s said that the first instance was because the magician was too sloppy and hooked up with several other S-ranks. The instructor gave him a very low evaluation during the second grade rating; After learning the taste, the level was raised again, and just after that, the magician never got the evaluation of the instructor below S. It is also said that the magician is not limited to just hooking up with the adult. Even no.2, who has talked about being an enemy of the magician, is a half-vampire who is an enemy of the entire night clan. No.3 is a koo-headed military master who is willing to follow him behind his back, and even no.7 saint son, no .8 The Dark Wizard...One by one, they are all the guests of the magician. Believe it or not, in short, peachy rumors always spread the fastest, and they can be spread with a head and a face. Hooking up with the instructor in the horror trainee competition is like having a leg with the main system. With such a strong backstage, it is absolutely no problem to lie down to the top 100 at least. Let alone that adult. Apart from other things, if I had known that I could climb the No.1 bed, I don''t know how many trainees would recommend pillow seats by themselves. Countless people are jealous, adding firepower to gossip. It''s a pity that these rumors didn''t spread for long, and they all disappeared completely. It seems that the communicator was secretly dealt with in the first place, so other people who were thinking about making trouble in it all died down, closed their mouths, and never again. Dare to say more. In addition to these low-level people, the weak can only rely on imagining maliciously to guess others to obtain psychological comfort. On the contrary, other high-level trainees have a very comprehensive understanding of the magician''s strength and think that this no.9 is well deserved. Under the impact of these explosive/explosive news, on the contrary, the last piece of news is not so compelling. Compared with the scandals of no.1 and no.9, no.10 onmyoji has some little-known women''s habit, which is nothing short of horror. In fact, it is not terrible to find women''s clothing. What''s terrible is that many people saw the scene where a beautiful girl in a sailor suit with a double ponytail took out a blue symbol from her pocket that night. The impact of the scene was too great, and many people suddenly called surprises. It''s a pity that Tuyumen is obviously more unable to pass the hurdle in his heart than others. He felt that he was socially dead, he didn''t even play games, didn''t answer anyone''s communications, and he was thinking about life in his room under the quilt. The main system has long notified all the trainees that the new rules for the next copy will be announced in the studio one day after the masked masquerade ball. To this end, Tomimon even used the S-level permission to ask for leave in advance today, and applied for the right not to appear in the meeting place once as no.1. Soon, the next morning arrived. Early in the morning, the cold mechanical sound of the main system spread throughout the dormitory. [All trainees are requested to arrive at the studio before nine o''clock in the morning, and the special rules for the next copy will be announced immediately at nine o''clock in the morning, and it will not be out of date] Chapter 174: Dormitory for trainees Zong Jiu slowly got up from the bed, grabbed a handful of his own hair, and instantly recovered. His dormitory has changed again, from the presidential suite of A-level trainees directly upgraded to an ultra-luxury large room with a 360-degree sky garden for S-level trainees and a double-story viewing platform with a small garden. It is a bit inappropriate to say that the rooms are a bit inappropriate. Perhaps it is more appropriate to describe it as an air villa. Before the light, the baths in the suites became no.1 surfing pools of the same style. The small garden was covered in silver, and clusters of bright red strawberries were covered by thick snow. Looking through the floor-to-ceiling windows, you can also see the forest hut with a burning fireplace for hunters in the distance. There is a barbecue grill set up for trainees in advance, so you can have a picnic in a snowstorm at any time. Then the cats in the room like to add two, joined a pure white puppet brother and a lively short sister, led by their eldest devil, to form a cat family. Zong Jiu slept well and soundly last night, so he got up early this morning. There is still more than an hour before the trainees gather in the studio. Zong Jiu simply rang the bell of the waiter, ordered a room service, and closed the door to wash in the bathroom. The exclusive housekeeper will not be changed due to the promotion of the level, and will only be cancelled as the level drops, unless the trainee is not satisfied with the housekeeper, otherwise the housekeeper will always follow the trainees from A to S grade. Zong Jiu was quite satisfied with the butler npc provided to him by the main system, and did not intend to replace it halfway. After Zong Jiu came out of the washing, there was a knock on the door. He wondered why the food delivery was so slow today, and quickly untied the belt of his bathrobe and changed to a new dress. "Please come in." When the sound of the silver dining trolley''s implementation sounded, Zong Jiu just bent down to put on his socks. A familiar sight fell behind him, unscrupulously sliding from the white toes wrapped in the wool carpet to the calf, and finally slowly roaming around the thigh/inside/side of the leg, repeatedly patrolling and wandering freely. This dangerous and uncomfortable gaze has a strong sense of presence, but the other party has no intention to hide it at all. Zong Jiu put on his windbreaker, and turned his head back with a ugly expression. Sure enough, the devil wearing a black tuxedo and white gloves was pushing the silver dining car, smiling and standing in front of the dining table not far away. After a long absence, a red rose that was budding and covered with dew was reinserted on his chest. . If it weren''t for ignoring that hateful face, it would really look like a British butler produced by the main system. Three cats huddled together in the corner, each with their backs arched, and their hair exploded, staring at this unsolicited alien species vigilantly. Seeing the gray-haired magician turned his head, the unexplained smile on the man''s face grew worse. He raised his hand and lifted the insulation cloth covered on the dining car, revealing the exquisite food and delicacies behind him. "My Excellency, the appetizer is the Brittany blue lobster and Burgundy red wine egg delivered by air this morning. The main course is three-ripe Australian M9 sirloin with Alsatian sauerkraut, and the dessert is chocolate ganache. Mango chunks." The devil hooked his finger, and the cork of the wine bottle placed on the dining car fell straight off, "As for the pre-dinner wine..." The light golden liquor poured from the bottle into the goblet, reflecting a dazzling color under the warm light in the room. "White wine from New Zealand Astrolabe Winery, please." The man had a perfect smile on his face, like a real waiter, with one hand touching his chest and the other as a gesture. He even opened the tables and chairs in front of the dining table for the magician with extra diligence. The puppet thread rooted in darkness in the past also appeared from the void, and the napkins and knives and forks were laid obediently. As the saying goes, nothing is courteous, and anyone who commits crime is stealing. Zong Jiu glanced at him coldly, and slowly adjusted his cuffs, "I''m sorry, I don''t like French food." "It turns out that Your Excellency the Magician doesn''t like these, but this is my negligence." The devil pretended to be surprised, "It is not good for your health to skip breakfast." God tm is bad for the body. He doesn''t need to eat at all to practice. Although he doesn''t need to eat, he still maintains the habit of one meal a day. It won''t be a big problem if he doesn''t eat. What No.1 just said is just nonsense. Zong Jiu felt that he didn''t have to spend any more time with him, and after changing his shoes, he was about to leave the dormitory. The S-class has the permission to not go to the studio hall for gatherings, but he doesn''t think this is necessary. One is because this is his first meeting since he became an S-rank. As the core figure of the anti-devil alliance, he can''t justify it without appearing. The second is that today''s rally is about the next dungeon, or to be precise, it is about the next super S-level dungeon. In the face of disaster, missing a little information is fatal, and Zong Jiu cannot make such a low-level mistake. The white-haired young man walked through the center of the room without squinting, and was stopped by the demon walking out of the shadow in the next step. "Don''t leave in such a hurry." He stopped in front of the magician, the shadows covered him, feeling very oppressive, and his dark golden pupils were full of interest. "Since I don''t want to have breakfast, why don''t we have something else?" "?" Zong Jiu glanced lightly at the black-haired man who stopped in front of him. The latter lowered his voice, licked his lips ambiguously, and showed an unkind smile, "For example...you." Zong Jiu: "..." Zong Jiu: "You really look like a male/dog in heat/love." After being blocked by the white-haired youth with such acrid irony, the man''s face was still full of smiles, not at all unpleasant. I don''t know why, since last night I figured out what my desires/hopes are, the devil''s tolerance for magicians has once again raised more than an upper limit. He was once very happy to personally bestow Zong Jiu death. Whether it was Guiguzi''s predictions or repeated provocations, Zong Jiu''s every step was frantically dancing in the realm of fun and death. The devil once regretted that he had never gouged out his flesh and blood, personally strangled his neck, did not strangle the savior who was destined to defeat the great devil in this prophecy, and watched him fall from the clouds to the dusty close friend. But this person really fell into his hands, staring at the face that didn''t seem to have much expression, another kind of more urgent desire was growing like weeds. Thinking. Fuck him fiercely. Rather than the illusory victory or defeat, I want to see him crying and panting underneath/under him, with red eyes begging for mercy. The devil smiled and responded, "Just to you." "Obviously you, like me, are people who are very honest about their own desires, don''t you?" indeed so. Zong Jiu was silent. They all indulge in pleasure. One has no bottom line, and the other has chained himself. One was not at all interested in this stuff before, and the other was emotionally indifferent to almost nothing. It''s surprisingly consistent in this respect. "So... don''t you come and try? I have a hunch that we will be in good time." The product of twisted malice once again threw the bewitching olive branch, trying to pull the magician into the abyss. It is a pity that the magician does obey desire/hope. But that is based on the premise of desire/hope. The devil''s sophistry is fundamentally untenable. "No." Zong Jiu refused expressionlessly, "Your technique is too bad." The elevator doors slammed shut, blocking their faces. The airtight wing began to descend. People who can''t even kiss are still thinking about going to bed? Whimsical. The magician stared at the reduced number on the elevator screen, sneered, and completely forgot that he was a big deal. It didn''t take long for the elevator door to slip open quietly from both sides. The red-gold streamer of the studio hall hung down from the dome, hung high in the air, with blurred colors gleaming below. The elevator for S-level trainees can take them directly to the throne located at the highest point of the studio hall. The people in the hall are almost ready, the entire row of thrones only has no.1, and the positions of no.9 and no.10 are still vacant. Countless people looked up at the highest point, watching the tall and slender magician seated on the no.9 throne. At this point, the ten S-levels have returned to their positions again, and all are missing. As we all know, it is far more difficult to squeeze into the S-level than to fill the S-level. The sight of everyone sighed, envious, jealous, admired, admired... all kinds of things. Zong Jiu very calmly accepted the sight from all directions, without any extra expression on his face. He lowered his eyebrows and looked down at the entire studio. Looking down at the stairs below from the highest point, looking at the black and crushing heads usually gives people a sense of control, not to mention that the S-level is the only one of all levels that can be allowed to sit in the hall instead of standing. , This in itself is a symbol of glory and strength. After watching for a while, Zong Jiu turned his head and found that the no.8 black wizard sitting next to him was holding his head with one hand, and the dark green eyes in the black hood stared at him, seeing He turned his head and raised the corner of his mouth to signal. Behind the black wizard, the blond Shengzi adjusted the priest''s robe hanging down on his body, with a gentle and compassionate smile on his face, and said hello to him. A little farther away, Poseidon, who is very exotic and profiled, and Azan in black, who was brutally controlled in the dungeon of the deserted village. Zong Jiu: "..." He glanced at his allies, no.2, no.3, no.4, all of them were even numbers. A string is down to the devil''s puppet, and then there is a lonely no.9 surrounded by puppets. The magician looked away, passed a few people, and asked the no.4 exorcist: "Where is the Tuyumen?" The exorcist scratched his head, "Something happened last night...that kid should have applied for a meeting in the room today." At the ball last night, when Tu Yumen took out the blue talisman, the exorcist was also shocked. He felt the gaze from all directions, and patted the opponent''s stiff shoulder, "Oh, man, what do you want me to say." Then the Doommon who encountered the death scene quickly escaped. The exorcist suddenly felt that his conscience was overwhelmed, and hurriedly followed, but the other party just couldn''t open the door. "It''s okay." The exorcist waved his hand, "That guy is very capable of self-repair. He will be fine after one copy is over." Indeed, this is not the first time that Tu Yumen has been so unlucky. Life wants to bully him this little cat, what else can I do? The society is dead and the society is dead, and I can always get used to it. Chapter 175: Dormitory for trainees Zong Jiu saw that everyone expressed sincere sympathy for the Tuyumen, but while they were sympathetic, they were also full of confidence in the Tuyumen, so he was silent for a while and stopped asking. After listening to the exorcist, he also sympathized with each other. Among other things, wearing sailor suits and women''s clothing is exposed in the public. This kind of thing does not sound like ordinary people can encounter. As a result, the exorcist added that this incident is actually not counted in the many encounters of the non-Emirate imperial gate. The most unlucky one, he has also refreshed various unlucky records in each instance. After listening to it, Zong Jiu felt that it was a miracle that Tu Yumen was alive. It was just an incident of this degree that would definitely not defeat him. But it is estimated that if Tu Yumen appeared on the scene, seeing that everyone not only didn''t feel the true feelings of him, but also made up a group of science and his deeds, it is estimated that he will faint with anger. While they were chatting for a while, the main system also turned on the panoramic camera and the live broadcast room. [Panoramic camera is being turned on...successfully turned on] [During the introduction of the next copy process rules, a unified live broadcast room will be opened for all survivors watching] Soon, the survivors crowd crowded in. ¡¾I''m coming! The first thing after entering is to raise the camera to see the magician beauty, ah! no.9! awsl¡¿ [You upstairs are not alone! My first thing is to watch no.9! Hahahahaha From the first instance, I chased the magician to see him, and now he has finally risen to the S rank, mom, I¡¯m so relieved] [I''m the only one still thinking about that the adult at the ball took no.9 away from the crowd, meditating. jpg] [Yes, you are the only one upstairs, don''t lead the fight, ok? Every day, cue you no.1 father, are you annoying] [Okay, it''s been a day of quarreling on the day of the prom, and there is no end to it. What do the S-class bosses like to do, let us talk about the rookies who can''t even be selected for the thriller trainee competition? Be quiet, I still want to see the rules] The trainees in the studio hall were very quiet, only the audience barrage in the live room flew up. After realizing this, everyone calmed down and listened to the rules quietly. Zong Jiu''s body fell as much as four lines from the sight of the no.1 puppet, one by one was too much. He simply lay back and nested himself in the cushion behind the throne. From the outside, he could only see a silver-white hairy head. [Below, the main system will explain the special rules of the next copy for all trainees] [First of all, the difficulty level of the next dungeon has been confirmed as: Super S-level dungeon] There was dead silence in the studio, and then it boiled instantly like boiling water tumbling in a kettle. Super S-class copy! Just a few words, the meaning behind it is enough to make people tremble and chill. Except for those senior S-levels, many trainees have never even heard of the title of Super S-level dungeon. On the throne, Zhuge secretly folded his hands, his gaze was flat, ignoring the sight of the other S-classes who had been told beforehand that fell on him, and he looked like I had expected him to hide his merits and fame. Everyone in the live broadcast room was also chatting. [Super S grade copy? Haven''t heard of it, my mother, can it be more terrifying to hear the name than the S-level copy? ¡¿ The S-level dungeon is already a nightmare in the minds of all trainees, and the survival rate is so low that it is enough to see the last round of team dungeons. [It is possible that, before the forum boss, someone posted a bold prediction, saying that the thriller trainee competition should be coming to an end. From the collective copy, half of the people were wiped out, and then the group copy. Everyone was seriously discussing the latter post, and some people guessed that the main system might put a big move. If it¡¯s a Super S dungeon... Maybe this is the dungeon of the one hundred people who decided to survive in the end (smile)] Sure enough, just after this barrage was issued, the official seal of the main system was finalized. [The next round of dungeons is the final round of grade selection, at which time the 100 trainees who successfully made their debut will be determined] Everyone was a little silent. The Thriller Trainee Competition has now undergone five levels of ratings and four special events. The number of people has dropped sharply from tens of thousands of people at the beginning to about 18 today. Proportionally, it¡¯s not even the first ten people. One can survive. As a result, now the main system has released another big move, wanting to re-screen among the remaining eighteenths and select the trainees who survived last. The atmosphere of laughter at the dance party a few days ago was swept away, and it became solid and heavy. Senior trainees know that as long as they can become the last one hundred people, they can not only survive, but also get any S-level props and a rest period of almost one year in the infinite loop. During this period, the main system will not force the trainees to make their debut. Let''s make a copy. They don''t expect to be rewarded with a universal wishing ticket for the C debut, it is enough to survive. [The super S-level dungeon is all dungeons, including S-level, all trainees will enter the same dungeon world] [But everyone¡¯s main task is different] The senior trainees immediately reacted. If everyone''s main mission is different, it means that although everyone is in the same instance, they cannot cooperate. What''s more, if the main system insidiously dispatches conflicting main missions, it is very likely that the trainees will fall into the hostile situation of inner ghosts and ordinary people that appeared in the previous rounds of dungeons. "No, this is not the case in general Super S Grade dungeons." This time it was Zhuge An who spoke. He shook his head and motioned for no.2 and no.4 to stay safe. Sure enough, there will be no conflicts when the main system subsequently supplements the main task, but it is difficult and easy. Everyone:? ? ? Difficulty and easy? Everyone is a little curious about what is the difference between the difficulty and the easy. Soon, the main system answered their doubts. [Next, props will be distributed to all trainees, please wait...] In the next second, Zong Jiu, who was sitting on the throne, appeared out of thin air in his hand with two small ten-sided dice with sharp cones on both sides. They are made of two well-polished white crystals. The letters above are shining with light pink, reflecting colorful luster under the red gold chandelier, which looks graceful and luxurious. Zong Jiu looked up at the dice of other people and found that the dice of the black wizard was black crystal and dark green, the dice of Messiah was gold crystal and blue, and the dice of other levels of trainees were uniform red and white. color. [These are two ten-sided dice, which are also the necessary props for the next Super S Grade dungeon] The main system explained slowly. [Except for the two ten-sided dice, the next dungeon trainees will not be allowed to bring any special props, except for S-level trainees] In the hall, there was another discussion of overturning the roof. Many low-level trainees showed undisguised fear on their faces. As we all know, trainees can reach this level, and most of them are given by special props. A typical example is Xu Sen, who has an A-level prop and immediately rises up. In an infinite loop, the importance of special items is self-evident. Because they always succumb to ghosts, most people will not choose to strengthen the body, but will choose to strengthen their special props or abilities. In this case, not allowing special props is tantamount to cutting off one of their arms. However, the S-classes sitting on the throne also received private chats from the main system at the same time. [In addition to passive items, S-level trainees will be allowed to carry an additional item below level B] The white-haired young man opened his system backpack and glanced inside. The number of passive items in the infinite loop is pitiful, much less than the rare S-level items. Zong Jiu happened to have one, and it was the A-level item stand-in doll he exchanged in a Las Vegas casino. Stand-in dolls can withstand a fatal injury, but they cannot be used actively. I think they can indeed be classified as a kind of passive props. Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to choose the props he carried. After the rally, their anti-demon alliance would definitely have to hold another meeting, and it would not be too late to listen to the opinions of the Kotou Sergeant. Immediately afterwards, the main system is preparing to explain the detailed rules to them. [In the next S-level dungeon, any action can be completed with the ten-sided die in your hand] [As long as you are lucky, it¡¯s not difficult to clear the dungeon without injury] Luck, luck again? Everyone is a little confused. Previously, the main system also mentioned luck during the main mission, but now it also mentioned luck, which drew everyone''s appetites. The main system was just halfway through and was silent for a moment. All the trainees looked up as if consciously, just in time to see the figure who had walked to the highest point from the darkness. The demon who had changed from the waiter''s tuxedo to the black suit walked out of the elevator, with his hands in his pockets, and walked to the highest position of the entire studio with a bored expression. He doesn''t look like he''s here to participate in a rally, but he''s here to join in the fun. The barrage was another scream. [Welcome the tutor to the scene] The main system routinely sends out a plain welcome. "Since my identity has been revealed, I immediately withdrew from the players'' stand and supervised the competition as a mentor." The black-haired man raised his eyebrows, looked around for a week, and suddenly raised the corners of his mouth maliciously. He walked down from a high place and slowly walked towards the other S-Class. Zong Jiu''s eyelids twitched. Sure enough, in full view, the devil stood directly beside his seat, with an affectionate gesture, "Do you mind if I stand here, no.9?" "Please," the magician replied without looking up. There was silence in the hall again. Some people are digesting the news that the no.1 position is vacant, and some people think that their eyes are vaguely looking at the tutor and no.9. In the end, the silence was broken by the main system. [Since it''s here, let the instructor explain the rules of the next dungeon game for you, please] The demon shrugged, "Two ten-sided dice, one for the ten digits and one for the single digits." Suddenly he stretched out his hand, bends slightly, and the white gloves ambiguously wrapped around the magician''s shoulder, and finally landed on the latter''s open palm. At the next moment, the two dice turned out of thin air in the palm of Zong Jiu''s palm, and landed on 30 on one side and 4 on the other. The large screen projected on the dome magnified the movements of the two of them before everyone''s eyes, and clearly showed the numbers on the dice. "For example... 30 and 4 are thrown, and the combined number is 34." Chapter 176: Dormitory for trainees "The next dungeon trainee not only can''t bring special props, but all the physical enhancements will be cleared. After having the ten-sided dice, they can choose a route and fixed skills for enhancement, and use the points thrown by the dice to determine." After demonstrating how to turn the two ten-sided dice, the devil''s hand still didn''t mean to move, it still rested naturally on Zong Jiu''s shoulder, and even had a tendency to slide down. Zong Jiu stretched out his hand indifferently, and directly threw the opponent''s hand off his shoulder. The latter was not discouraged either, smiling and holding up a long silver-white hair of the magician, rolling it between his fingers and playing with it in a casual and ambiguous posture. Just standing there and doing nothing, they can make others feel an unusual and irrelevant atmosphere. Watching this series of familiar actions in the live broadcast room, the survivors who had just started clamoring that no.1 and no.9 had absolutely nothing to do were also silent. The face slapped so quickly, I was caught off guard and caught off guard.jpg Many enthusiastic followers are still struggling. [Just, bed partner, isn''t it normal? ¡¿ [That is, what is all the fuss about, you don¡¯t have a bed partner to solve your physical needs in the infinite loop? Please, they are all grown-ups, can you not look like you have never seen the world, speechless] [No.9 can climb on the bed of no.1, that¡¯s his skill, if you look good and strong, you should also go.] Their stiff mouth quickly provoked the wrath of the magician''s diehard fans. That''s right, Zong Jiu has accumulated a lot of diehard fans in his previous copies. After he successfully ranked No.9, the scale of diehard fans has expanded. Although not as enthusiastic as the devil''s followers, each of them is too loyal and has a strong ability to sell Amway. No, the magician''s support team rolled up their sleeves. [Please, look at the poses of the two big guys in the studio now, how do you think it¡¯s all your adults sticking to the magician?] [That is, the panoramic camera can''t cure your blindness? Can''t you see the magician knocking down your adults'' hands with a cold expression? I have to say that people crawling on the bed, I really don¡¯t deserve to go in front of them and give them shoes 23333] [You followers are really funny, I don¡¯t know who confessed to the magician and you adults at the Masquerade Party yesterday. You have to vowed to say that the one wearing the black gloves is no.1, even your master is the master. I can¡¯t recognize it, laughing so hard] This wave is really painful, and the incident at the masquerade is still a pain that cannot be erased in the hearts of all the followers. At the beginning, they fooled the matter over with sloppy eyes. Because of the large number of people, the forum did not dare to laugh at them. Now that the old thing is brought up again, the two sides have directly started a verbal battle. On the other hand, in the studio hall, after receiving so much information, all the trainees watched their noses and noses, and cared more about their own lives. Few people looked back and raised their necks to see the situation on the S-class throne. no.3 The sword eyebrows were tightened, and the brain began to revolve rapidly, thinking about the corresponding countermeasures. Body strengthening will also be cleared? ! This is indeed something Zhuge hadn''t expected. He expected that the Super S Grade dungeon would not be that simple, but he did not expect the rules to be so harsh. Zong Jiu also sat in his seat and thought. The rules of the game that the main system lets the demon announce on his behalf are somewhat similar to the board games he has played in his previous life. Before starting the game, everyone will have an identity card marked with a limited value. For example, how much health is worth, how much appearance is worth, and how much sanity is worth, all abilities will be marked and realized with numerical values. For example, Zong Jiu lighted himself up with disguise skills in advance, so he needs to make a disguise judgment on his appearance before entering the dungeon. His disguise skill points are 50 points, so as long as he throws less than 50 points with the dice, he can judge the disguise as a success in the main system; on the contrary, if the dice thrown by him is greater than 50 points, the disguise will fail. That''s right, this point is the reverse. The greater the number of points, the more unfortunate, the smaller the number of points, the more lucky. After the main system judged that the disguise had failed, even if Zong Jiu cut his hair and painted black paint on his face, in the eyes of the copy NPC, he was exactly the same as before when he hadn''t disguised himself. It was useless. It can be said that in the next instance, the number of dice rolls represents everything. Calculated like this, as long as the trainee is lucky enough, and the judgment is successful every time, it is really not a dream to have no damage to the Super S Grade instance. With such an introduction, these rules immediately mobilized all the enthusiasm of all the trainees. Everyone started the discussion after "coax¡ª". The trainees tweeted, "If we can judge by just counting the dice, wouldn''t our chances be greatly increased?" "Indeed, ordinary Super S Grade dungeons are not allowed to bring special props, but as long as they can throw small enough points, this ten-sided die can do things that cannot be done. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle." It is indeed a miracle, and it is not an exaggeration to say that these two small ten-sided dice are no less than any S-level props. For example, there is an "inspiration" skill in the skill just shown. As long as the points thrown by the dice pass the judgment, you can get a valuable clue from the main system out of thin air. If this is placed in other copies, it is self-evident how precious a clue is, it is a good thing that I can''t even dare to think. Not to mention the stealing skills like "Wonderful Hand", ordinary trainees who would want to steal things from NPCs, there is no such thing as a thief. Not to mention that you can even roll dice to use "dodge" when you are in danger. If the dodge decision is successful, you don''t even need to be injured. Ou Huang can do whatever he wants! Everyone was boiled, one by one was cheered, and swept away the previous gloomy and bleak atmosphere. Humans are strange creatures. When it comes to strength, everyone cringes, and when it comes to luck, everyone immediately strikes out. No one feels that they are unlucky, everyone feels that they are the one who is favored by God, and even the eternal non-Emirate imperial gate has the illusion that "you will be lucky next time", not to mention other ordinary people. Obviously, the instructor designated by the main system does not intend to be responsible for explaining a little bit to the trainees. After saying a few words at random, the devil waved his hand and issued an identity card to everyone, asking them to figure out the rule book when they returned to the dormitory, and then concentrated on harassing the magician. Zong Jiu was so annoyed by him that he didn''t even look at his identity card. He grabbed two ten-sided dice and got up, walked towards the elevator behind him, and walked out of the area covered by the panoramic camera in the studio hall. "Don''t worry about it." The black-haired demon blew ambiguously behind his ear, "It is a very serious accusation to say that a man is technically inadequate. You can try it on the bed with me before drawing conclusions." He raised his eyes and looked at the scarlet gold earrings concealed behind the young man''s white hair, his pupils getting deeper and deeper, and the hand hanging down lightly tapped the magician''s trouser pocket, with a hoarse ending. "Any night in the future, of course, during the day. I''ll be waiting anytime." Zong Jiu heard his subtext, his expression even worse. One refers to the room card that he gave him as early as the Kings game, and the other reminds him of how he felt when he received the roses at the Las Vegas casino. Now I''m here to make a roundabout with him, seeming to ask, but in fact he is pressing harder and harder, not allowing the other party to retreat halfway. The magician sneered, "You can try to see if you get your wish first, or if my knife pierces your heart first." The devil squeezed his chin and thought about his proposal. They are still mortal enemies, even if both sides are unwilling to put each other to death for various reasons, the most essential hostile relationship remains the same. The devil is never a patient person. There are not many things that can catch his eyes, even if he is fancy, he will only choose the simplest and rude plunder. He doesn''t know how to cherish, let alone love and affection. Just possessing can also be satisfied. "Good idea, I will consider it." The man nodded unexpectedly, his dark golden pupils were full of approval. In many cases, the pain only makes him more excited. Unreasonable lunatic. Zong Jiu lost the desire/hope to continue speaking, and turned his head and left. Behind him came the voice of the devil pretending to be wronged, "I am so patient with the juvenile body, and so indifferent to the adult body, so cruel." "Because when you were a kid, you didn''t want to think about me, you look cuter than you." The magician dropped a cold sentence and walked away. The black-haired demon who was still standing there shrugged, and gently stroked the rose petals on his chest with his fingertips. What''s the use of being cute? The little devil must hold his rabbit doll tightly wherever he goes. That''s because the juvenile body does not have enough power, so he will always keep the things marked with him by his side, fearing that the doll will disappear when he let go. And he doesn''t need it. Veteran hunters with sufficient strength and rich experience will only wait for their prey to throw themselves into the net. Of course, only before he runs out of patience. The black-haired man lowered his head and casually kissed the cold dew on the petals. He looked forward to that day very much. ...... After leaving the studio, Zong Jiu went to the conference room on the top floor. There is a meeting room here that has been contracted by their anti-demon alliance for daily activities. Five S-class bosses came forward. Isn''t it easy to occupy a conference room? The decoration in the quiet room has also been renovated once, replaced by Zhuge An''s favorite Zen style. There is a pair of Othellos on the table, burning incense, and it''s refreshing when you step in. When Zong Jiu came in, there was already a person sitting in the quiet room. The Onmyoji was sitting cross-legged on a futon, with two ten-sided dice in front of him, and a wooden fish in front of him. He was holding his breath and meditating quietly. "Huh? Didn''t the exorcist say that you were in the room? Why did you come out?" Here Zong Jiu was still marveling at the self-repairing ability of Tu Yumen, and he saw this scene as soon as he turned his head, and he couldn''t help but feel a little strange. After hearing the sound, Tu Yumen closed his eyes. Originally, because of his social death, An Anxin shrank himself in the bed of the room. The main system connected him to the real-time broadcast in the studio hall, and all of a sudden he sat up in a dying illness from half-dream and half-awake. "I am consecrating them, hope they can take care of me a little bit..." Tu Yumen replied weakly, wearing a mask of pain on his face. The smaller the points, the better, what if you can fool the dice? After all, luck alone can really kill you! Really! ! ! Chapter 177: Dormitory for trainees Zong Jiu: "..." You are an onmyoji, you should pray for blessings no matter what, how can you carry a wooden fish to consecrate, which **** will take care of you? It would be nice not to blacklist you. He looked down at the entrance of Tuyu and read the words "Xinan would like to be a vegetarian for life, and beg the gods and Buddhas to bestow good luck for non-chiefs to smuggle to Europe." He felt a little distressed for no reason. Forget it, this kid hasn''t been so long since he got the blood of Onmyoji, it''s so pitiful, so don''t hit him. Zong Jiu also learned from Tu Yumen and picked a futon to sit down, and took out the rule book and identity card. The identity card belonging to the magician was empty, with only a frontal photo of him with no.9 Zongjiu on it. In addition, the value bar and skill bar on the side are all empty. The system props that are allowed to be carried below have a passive item stand-in doll, and an active item below the B level (including B level) is vacant. . He was the first to leave the field, and Zhuge An should be coming soon too, depending on the time. Zong Jiu put down the ID card casually and opened the first page of the rule book. The rules made by the main system are much simpler than those of Zong Jiu Chuanshu playing board games. It roughly divides trainees into several categories. They are strength type, physique type, agility type, appearance type and intellectual inspiration type. Each category has an exclusive skill. For example, the agile type can only use the "dodge" skill, the appearance type can only use the "charm" skill, and so on... Trainees can only choose one category as themselves. The initial category of the copy cannot be changed until the end of the copy. Just as Zong Jiu was reading, the main system sent a thoughtful reminder. [Because the copy rules are more complicated, it is detected that there is a path that is more suitable for the development of trainees among the five routes, and the initial value is higher. Is it necessary for the system to provide suggestions? ¡¿ The white-haired young man touched his chin and chose yes. ¡¾Ding! It is detected that the trainee¡¯s appearance value is high. It is recommended that the trainee choose the appearance-type route to get 50 extra points for the exclusive "Charm" skill. Are you sure? ¡¿ Zong Jiu: "......?" A good magician who can eat with his hands, why does he rely on his face? He put aside the unreliable suggestions of the main system and turned to the next page. Immediately after, Zong Jiu discovered how fragrant the fifty extra points given by the main system were. Because the number of points he can freely control is equal to zero, I can''t think of it. That''s right, in order to prevent the trainees from being demon, all they can actually choose is the general route of their ID card. Other skills can only be selected by the trainees, and the main system randomly generates and assigns them. In particular, the more skills that trainees choose, the fewer points the main system randomly assigns to them for each skill, and the greater the probability of failing to roll the dice. What the hell, no wonder the devil finished in a few words at the assembly, the emotional dice is the highlight, and the other things are not important at all. As if to make Zong Jiu change his mind, the identity card slowly began to realize the value of no.9. The key point: It is the value after stripping all the body strengthening. This value means that all trainees will return to the original state of ordinary people without any reinforcement when entering the infinite loop. This body is Zong Jiu''s own body before Chuanshu. But in all fairness, not only the points of strength, physique, agility, but also intellectual inspiration, he is not worth mentioning in front of his appearance of 90, the systematic evaluation of "Shen Yu Luo Ge, closed moon and shame flower". For example, his agility can only get a 20-point bonus for the "dodge" skill, which is far from the 50-point bonus for the charm skill, and it suffers a lot. Zong Jiu threw the rule book in his hand, stared at the ten-sided dice in front of him, and started a fierce battle between heaven and humans in his brain about whether to rely on his face to eat. It happened that Zhuge walked in secretly, raised his hand lightly and grabbed the rule book with his ID card. The black-haired man glanced at the information on the ID card, and handed it to him backhand, "The appearance value is 90, and the charm skill is born with a half success rate. What are you still hesitating?" Zong Jiu: "Then what type are you?" Zhuge secretly looked at him with a look that you still need to ask, and said concisely: "I have 90 initial intellectual inspiration." There is no doubt that Zhuge secretly followed the intellectual inspiration type. Several other trainees also decide their own routes based on their ability to allocate the most points. no.2 Fan Zhuo obviously felt uncomfortable after he lifted the half-vampire descent ability. He has not felt this kind of fear of sunlight and blood, but his body is very heavy. Both his speed and strength have dropped drastically. Feeling of powerlessness. However, Van Zhuo had previously been on the battlefield before he obtained the kinship ability. He was particularly fond of extreme sports in the real world. He often played various sports such as skydiving, extreme rock climbing, longboard downhill or surfing, and his physical strength was also great. Not much difference, so in the end he chose the power type. The exorcist has a high body constitution, so I chose the physique type, commonly known as thick skin and rough skin, preventing hypertension. Tuyumen also chose the intellectual inspiration type, and the two words intelligence had nothing to do with him, but he was an idiot who became an onmyoji at the beginning because his inspirational talent was beyond ordinary people, so there was no suspense. Seeing the exorcist coming in, the onmyoji teacher jumped up from the futon, "You fellow, it''s all your fault!" "Right, right, right, yes, yes, it''s all my fault." The exorcist thought that who knew that you guy took the blue ticket out of the crowd, but he didn''t stop it when he wanted to stop it. But the good brothers are suffering. They have known each other for so many years, so there must be a sign, right? Seeing the exorcist with a painful look on his face, he brought up the dagger that he had been greedy for a long time, Tu Yumen was exasperated and beamed with joy. "It''s okay, all are good brothers. Haven''t we seen this little battle of social death before, haven''t we?" The Onmyoji patted his chest, and he looked like he and the exorcist brother were so good that they could not help but roll their eyes. On the other side, Zong Jiu, with Zhuge''s instigation, chose to rely on his face to eat very hard. In this regard, Army Master Gootou cited one, two, or three arguments to prove the argument, which is quite right. All in all, "good-looking is also an advantage." Let''s go, follow the enchanting route, the enchanting route, the magician can bend and stretch, do things without restraint, and endure. After putting down the ID card, Zong Jiu saw Xu Su who had been standing at the door. "Nine brothers are good." Xu Su nodded at him in a respectful tone. Having not seen him for a whole month, Xu Su''s temperament changed completely. Although Zong Jiu had heard Zhong Yiyuan and Anthony talk about Xu Su''s changes before, but now he saw it before his eyes, he still couldn''t help sighing in his heart. A month ago, Xu Su was still a somewhat lively male college student. He was the one who talked the most when he was in the dungeon. In the dungeon of the deserted village, he was a funny fan of the whole ghost team, and his personality was incredibly jumpy. Now, even if he smiles, he just smiles politely and implicitly, and the smile is hard to get into his eyes. Not only did his face become more determined, but even the temperament of the whole person changed, and he began to move closer to silence, saying that he had grown up overnight. Zong Jiu could even see the shadow of Xu Sen who had passed away on Xu Su''s body. It is true that some people will live like this after the death of their beloved one. Faced with such a situation, he really didn''t know what to say, but went forward and patted the other person on the shoulder. "This is the last copy." The white-haired young man comforted him, "Soon things will have an end. The thing I said last time wasn''t a nonsense to comfort you. If you had this condition, I would have planned to do that." Xu Su didn''t feel tensed again, tears rolled in his eyes: "Brother Nine..." Before Zong Jiu''s tears were thrown away, a cool voice came from behind Zong Jiu. "There is a decisive battle copy after the Super S Grade copy." According to Zhuge An''s calculation, the decisive battle dungeon can only be participated by all S-levels. In the end, the winner will choose from these ten and get the universal wishing ticket. Now that the identity of No.1''s mentor has been revealed by them, it means that No.1 can''t participate in the decisive battle dungeon. They are five to four, and they only need to solve the devil''s puppet. Whether it''s no.2, no.3 or no.4, the overall ranking is higher than the devil''s puppet. As long as the devil does not intervene, the win will be four or six. Zong Jiu heard something wrong in Zhuge An''s words. He turned around and expressed his doubts with his eyes. The black-haired man looked at him deeply, his pupils were dark and bottomless, his tone was calm, not much undulating. "You said before that after you get a wish ticket, you will make a wish to send everyone out in an infinite loop." I don''t know if it was an illusion, Zong Jiu actually saw a trace of deceived grievance from the opponent''s eyes. He thought he was probably blind. "This one......" The magician touched his nose with a rare guilty conscience. Zhuge didn''t say it secretly, he really forgot. At the beginning, I was able to empty the gloves to the help of the Kotou Sergeant, and that was indeed thanks to the eloquent words. I don''t know why, Zhuge secretly cares about "to bring everyone out of the infinite loop". At first, he just heard Zong Jiu say so, but he didn''t even ask, helping him a lot along the way. Not to mention that after Zong Jiu''s identity as the savior was later determined, he worked hard to assist, and it was obvious to all. Casually grabbing an infinite loop of survivors to ask, this kind of unprofitable business, sell-off, and who has a relationship with Zhuge can''t be involved with Zhuge. It¡¯s not bad that he doesn¡¯t put people to death. The Tuyumen where the public society died has his contribution. Not only did he charge the Tuyumen for the seal, but also the benefits of the exorcist. Both parties take it all. The heart can be condemned. Fortunately, Zhuge secretly didn''t seem to have the intention of digging into the roots of this question in front of Xu Su. There is still some time before the finals. Now that the foreign enemy is in front, it is undoubtedly a stupid thing to conflict with interests internally. Zong Jiu also changed the subject in due course. He is indeed more inclined to make a wish to resurrect all the dead. Not only because of Xu Sen, but also the ninety-nine and fifteenth of Class 9 in the copy of the first middle school. The magician said that none of the nine classes should be missing, and that everyone should be brought out of that copy. But he broke his promise. For the first time. Chapter 178: Dormitory for trainees Next, everyone did not discuss other things. Since the main system determines most of the ability values, all they can do is choose their own route, and then let their fate. jpg When choosing special props, Zong Jiu hesitated in the friendship cards of the Joker and the Mad Hatter, and the silver coins of Iluka. There is no doubt that although the friendship cards of the Joker and the Mad Hatter are only Grade B, their combat effectiveness should never be underestimated. At the Halloween event, Zong Jiu personally watched the clown punch the head of another ghost npc into the trash can. The scene was bloody, bloody, violent and violent. Of course, this mad hat is not too much. However, the next round of dungeons is purely a dungeon that depends on luck. I think luck is more important. Iluka''s silver coins, B-level props, and special props that Zong Jiu obtained from the old nun in the Judgment Day dungeon, can turn the user into an invincible lucky blessed by God within ten minutes. In fact, when he came back and asked, Anthony Zhong Yiyuan and Xu Su had also obtained some weird special props from the family members of the Judgment Day dungeon. In comparison, of course it is more profitable to bring silver coins into this copy. Zong Jiu didn''t think long before he directly selected the silver coin binding of Iluka and filled it into the carrying inventory of the identity card. But Tuyumen looked a little hesitant: "The next copy will not be a ghost copy, right?" The exorcist kindly reminded him that the next instance would strip off all the physical strengthening of the trainee. Tuyumen was very happy when he thought that he had become increasingly non-chief after inheriting the Onmyoji abilities, and now that he had obtained a chance to smuggle to Europe. But after being happy, worries followed. Onmyoji''s ability to relieve has its advantages, and naturally it has its disadvantages. If the next dungeon is a ghostly dungeon, then the earth imperial gate that has lost its ability but is empty of high inspiration will become the sweet pastry in the eyes of all ghosts. In this case, Tuyumen would have to consider bringing a supernatural prop, which is better than nothing. "No." It was Zhuge An who answered him this time. The black-haired sergeant stood in place, holding his Tai Chi gossip plate in his hand, stopping and walking in the quiet room, occasionally bowing his head to fiddle. Everyone watched his movements together, and after a long while, he took the gossip with his hands, and looked inscrutable, "The next dungeon is not a ghostly alien dungeon, you just need to bring functional props." It is good to have a prophet. Onmyoji sighed in relief and turned to worry about his full system backpack. Zong Jiuzheng was about to put down his ID card, but turned around and received an unexpected message from the main system. [S-level trainee Zhuge An has spent 20,000 survival points to transfer the permission to carry the dungeon to you] He suddenly raised his head, only to see the other party faintly say: "Bring your other B-level props." Zong Jiu only had two B-level props. He couldn''t bring the Joker and Mad Hatter cards with silver coins. Zhuge''s appearance was obviously that he knew what props he had, and made some trade-offs. "You don''t bring props?" Only S-level trainees have the authority to carry props. If Zhuge dark transfers the authority to him, he will not be able to bring props. "I do not need." The latter shook his head, his expression was rare and solemn: "The gossip plate shows that you have a tribulation in the next copy, and you are indispensable with two props, and you may be able to win a chance." so serious? Not only Zong Jiu, but several other people in the conference room also showed surprised expressions. The magician¡¯s abilities are obvious to all. Even if all the enhancements and props are stripped off, Zong Jiu¡¯s identity card is quite outstanding. The light charm skill has 70 points, and the success rate of throwing dice is equivalent to seven out of ten. As long as the luck is slightly better, Zong Jiu¡¯s identity card is quite good. Ran over all the way. Besides, it was enough for everyone to be surprised to find a top psychic in the collective dungeon, because in everyone¡¯s mind, the S-level is a recommended seat, and it is impossible to fold it before the decisive dungeon. Now Zhuge An vowed to say that the magician might be possible. It will be life-threatening in the next dungeon, how can it not be surprising? "It''s not so exaggerated, right?" Tu Yumen scratched his head first, "Anyway, the next dungeon will be all dungeons. Shouldn''t we take care of each other more?" Xu Su also nodded. If Da You is in danger, he will definitely rush in front of Zong Jiu to block the gun. Everyone in the conference room knew that Zong Jiu was the savior appointed in Guiguzi¡¯s prophecy. Since they gathered together for a common purpose, ensuring the savior¡¯s safety is naturally the basic prerequisite. Zhuge didn''t speak secretly, but gave a meaningful look at Onmyoji, and he was frightened at the latter. Apart from this episode, there is not much to discuss today. There were not many things that could be decided by the trainees. At the moment of Transcendent S Grade Dungeon, everyone''s atmosphere was very stagnant. Experienced survivors can tell at a glance that these two ten-sided dice and the new rules are not changing the soup but not the medicine. Although they are simpler than expected, they are not much simpler in the end. In a few words, all the questions and circumstances that I want to talk about this time have been explained clearly, and I am going to adjourn the meeting. Just before the meeting ended, the exorcist suddenly came over and asked a little worriedly, "Magic, no.1 and you..." Since the beginning of the Masquerade Ball, the unusual atmosphere between the new appointment no.9 and no.1 has attracted everyone''s attention. If others were okay to say, but it would be a bit strange for the savior and the great demon who were appointed by prophecy. The S-level is much more serious than the other low-level survivors who watch the live broadcast. Everyone is concerned about whether Zong Jiu is controlled or coerced. "It''s okay." Zong Jiu waved his hand. Now that I asked, and after confirming that it was all right, everyone left the scene one after another. On the contrary, Zhuge walked secretly at the end, as if he still had something to say. The magician stopped and waited for the other person to speak. Zhuge dark glanced at him very complicatedly, "The solution to the game lies in No.1." Zong Jiu: "......?" He was stunned for a long time before he reached out and touched Chao Zhuge''s dark head. Unexpectedly, it was not controlled.jpg "You mean, I need his help for the next copy?" Zong Jiu asked in disbelief. The other party looked at him with a foolish look, full of contempt for his IQ, "Who told you to ask him for help, don''t you fool me? Do you need me to teach you?" Boy, that''s nothing compared to you, a three-faced spy. Zong Jiu''s belly sneered, nodded, and listened to it. ...... Soon, the one-month rest period passed. Finally came the day when the Super S Grade dungeon was opened. Since this is the last copy of the main system to be released, many trainees were too nervous the day before and stayed up all night. This morning, when there were nearly two hours before the assembly time, the studio hall was already full of people. For more than half a year of the thriller trainee competition, the pressure across dungeons and special events is much greater than the psychological pressure of regularly playing dungeons in an infinite loop. Up to now, all the trainees are exhausted. No matter what the result is, they just want to end it all quickly. Of course, because the main system has developed the big killer of the ten-sided dice, many trainees are low-powered. The trainees who did not dare to think of the debut position before are also as excited as the chicken blood. [Who would want to get this... The last copy is a matter of luck, absolutely] [Indeed, no one would have thought that the main system had done this. It''s no wonder that many senior survivors in the studio have a bad face. They used to have pedigrees and props to lead the others. Now these low-level survivors may be able to survive the next instance by luck. However, there are a fixed 100 places in the Dao, so it¡¯s hard to do if there are too many monks and less porridge] [Others don¡¯t matter, I just hope that there will be no changes to the S-level, Amitabha] Zong Jiu was still wearing his khaki windbreaker today, with his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the elevator. A month later, the scarred soul of Tu Yumen had been healed, and he appeared on the throne of no.10 without changing his face and heart. When Zong Jiu passed by, he was still holding a glass of fat house with ice in his hand. Happy water. "Would you like a drink?" Onmyoji raised his cup towards him. "No need to." After Zong Jiu refused, walked to his seat and sat down, quietly waiting for the beginning of the dungeon. Before sitting down, he deliberately turned his head and glanced at No.1''s position. Since the devil publicly stated that he had withdrawn from the players'' bench, the position of no.1 has become a thing of no one. Even in the trainee dormitory, his original dormitory has added a no.1 room, and the original devil''s room has become exclusive to the instructor. The main system also specially reminds no.9 that the adjustment of the dormitory does not affect the use of the original room card. Soon, there was a cold voice from the main system in the hall. [The time has come, the studio hall has been blocked] The surrounding tapestry curtains slowly fell, covering the light source projected from outside the window. The tense faces of the trainees became more serious, and the tense atmosphere lingered among the crowd. [We are confirming the ability to remove the bloodline of trainees, temporarily banning special items, please wait...] All trainees with special pedigrees feel the same. Fan Zhuo, who was sitting on the second throne, had a firm face and did not move. He had long asked all the night races to disarm their bloodline abilities in advance in the past month and enter the battle simulation room of the main system for no less than one hour of training every day, in order to prevent the body from being unable to adapt to the situation in the new dungeon. Soon, all the trainees were restored to their initial state. Zong Jiu lowered his head, moved his hand, and skillfully fanned a new deck of cards. It was not much different from when he had no problems with his hands in his previous life, but his flexibility was greatly reduced compared to before the enhancement. In other words, it''s okay to show card magic now, and it''s a dream to throw a card out and nail someone to the wall easily like before. As long as the hands are fine. Zong Jiu took the card back into his pocket indifferently. [Next start to draw the main task...] [Please turn the two ten-sided dice in your hand and pass a lucky check] [Each trainee has 50 points for luck and sanity] [The smaller the number of points, the less difficult the main task of the next dungeon. The higher the number of points, the more difficult the main task of the next dungeon will be] The Tuyumen, who had relieved the Onmyoji ability, were gearing up and eager to try. Chapter 179: Dormitory for trainees Almost as soon as the main system''s voice fell, some trainees turned the two ten-sided dice in their hands. The two ten-sided dice sent by the main system can directly float in the air regardless of the laws of physics, and will not fall or be blocked. It only needs a movement of the trainee''s mind to start spinning immediately. For a time, there were screams, shouts, thumping chests, and joy. Some trainees stood on the ground immediately, folded their hands together and prayed silently towards the ten-sided dice, hoping that the dice would give a good result. As we all know, the difficulty of a horror dungeon is 50% in the background and 50% in the main mission. As long as the main task is simple enough, the sow can climb the tree. Of course, if you think about the urgency of the main system, you also know that the main task of the Super S Grade dungeon is no simpler, but no one wants to challenge the hardest, because the most difficult is definitely difficult. , It''s absolutely as difficult as climbing to the sky. Zong Jiu lowered his eyebrows, his slender fingers played with two ten-sided dice, allowing them to turn in the palm of his hand. He didn''t rush to roll the dice, but propped his head upside down, looking at the Tuyumen next to his seat with interest. "Heaven and earth, gods from all walks of life come to show their spirits. Today, my Tuyumen has lifted the non-chief lineage, and please bless all gods and gods." In order to commemorate the release of his non-chief descent today, the Onmyoji Master specially replaced the hunter''s clothes that had remained unchanged for thousands of years, and instead wore a very modern T-shirt, which makes people uncomfortable. After the routine prayer, Tu Yumen grabbed the dice and threw it into the void. Not only Zong Jiu, except for the demon puppets, most of the S-Class are looking here. Among them, the exorcist even almost prepared melon seeds and drinks, while eating melon seeds while watching Tuyumen trying to smuggle into Europe. Since knowing some of the rules of the next dungeon, Tuyumen has been jumping a lot, and has been bragging with various roads about how lucky he was before he didn''t get the Onmyoji ability. Everyone has reservations about this. However, Nian gave a strong example in the Tuyumen to refute, saying how bad luck could be the inheritance of the Tuyumen family. Thinking about this, other people reluctantly accepted his statement. This time, in the words of Tu Yumen, it was the time when he was ashamed. Other people: watching the play.jpg The audience in the live room: watching the play.jpg It''s not that Onmyoji had never said this before, and it was not a brutal slap in the face, so this time the survivors opened the bet, and the odds were very high. The unremarkable brown-yellow ten-sided dice in the hands of Tu Yumen began to rotate in the void, and finally, under the eager eyes of the owner who was extremely expecting, it slowly stopped. The ten-digit dice stopped at "00" and the single-digit dice stopped at "0". This...what is this situation? Everyone was just the same stunned, only Onmyoji stood up from their seats with excitement on his face. "Could it be that what I threw out is 0? 0 points are less than 1, the main system, is this a big success?" Regarding the number of points thrown by the dice, the main system also deliberately announced a special rule. The points range from 1 to 100. Throwing to 01 is called a big success. A big success can get more unexpected rewards on the basis of success. If you just throw out 100, it is called a big failure, and a big failure will bear more unlucky accidents on the basis of failure. The main system sounded mechanically coldly. [The tens digit is 00, the single digit is 0, and the number of dice points is 100. Congratulations, I threw a big failure in one fell swoop] Domemon: The smile freezes on his face.jpg The overwhelming laughter flooded the studio hall. Not only the studio hall, but the studio is also immersed in an atmosphere full of joy. [Hahahahahaha, a hundred are omitted here] [I knew it, I knew it, anyone can escape from entering Europe, only the Tuyumen bosses can''t! ¡¿ [Laughing so hard at me, the boss of Tuyumen deserves to be my eternal source of happiness] [Seriously, throwing to a big failure is also a probability of 1%, and it can be stepped back again. This is also a unique talent. Lucky] [It turns out that 00 plus 0 is one hundred. The Onmyoji is too miserable. Throwing out 00 in tens digits, then as long as the single digit is thrown from 1 to 9, it is a good number, so why throw him a 0? It''s up, laughing and crying] After the voice of the main system fell, Tu Yumen quickly wilted down like a frosted eggplant, squatting down on his seat, completely desolate and devastated. Zong Jiu was also a little bit uncontrollable. He looked down at the dice in his hand, adjusted the direction with his fingers without a trace, and threw it out seemingly casually. Bone Lulu Bone Lulu- The ¡õ¡õ colored crystal dice began to rotate in the void, and when they stopped all together, there was another low exclamation around them. The tens digit is 00, the single digit is 01! Big success! A big success and a big failure, there are two places close to the S-class throne! Everyone was a little weird, and was amazed. Tu Yumen glanced through the gap between his squatting arms, and became more autistic. However, the smile on Zong Jiu''s face didn''t last long. [S-level trainee Zong 9 cheating is detected, the dice points this time will be invalidated, and it will be calculated as a big failure] Everyone:? ? ? [What, the magician cheated? Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh? Where, why didn''t I see it? ¡¿ [Upstairs, you all said that he is a magician... Magician cheating can let you see, is it still called a magician? ¡¿ [Have you not seen the casino copy? In fact, it''s normal to think so. The magician''s gambling skills and a thousand skills are very good. Since he is very good at playing cards, how can he not throw dice? In some of the experienced gamblers who are in large casinos, they can actually manipulate the direction of the dice rotation with dexterity, and finally get the points they want. As long as you train harder, it¡¯s not difficult.] [Grass, I''m so ridiculous, how come I was exposed by the main system in public, this is too embarrassing! ! ! ¡¿ Zong Jiu: The smile is also frozen on the face.jpg He has been resting this month, but he has not been idle either. First of all, he really knows how to play dice, and he also knows that he can control the turning of the dice with his skill or strength. So in this month, Zong Jiu practiced with two ten-sided dice many times, and it happened to be on the big stage today to try it out. This move is more risky. If you can pass it, it will be a big success. Naturally, there is no need to worry about the main task. If not, the end will be...the way it is now. Zong Jiu met Zhuge An''s very disapproving gaze, smiled weirdly, and retracted a little into the throne again. He just wanted to try it. The main reason is that after entering the instance, the dice can''t be thrown by themselves, they can only be rotated with their minds. There is only one opportunity, rich wealth in danger, there will always be some risks, and crashes are also normal. "Oh, brother, why are you saying this?" Seeing one more unlucky failure like himself, Domemon''s mood suddenly improved. Speaking of evil, in the entire studio, there are really only two of them in the big failure. [Dungeon is being prepared... is sending a message to the super S-class copy, waiting for a response...received a response, the copy is ready] Many people keenly noticed the unusualness of the main system command this time. In the past, I jumped directly from the copy preparation to the copy preparation. This time I even requested a super S-class copy. Zhuge secretly grabbed the dark shadow that was thinking in his black eyes. As he expected, the super-S-class dungeon is more complete than the S-class dungeon world, forming a qualified and self-consistent small world by itself. Such a small world obviously has its own rules, even the main system can''t go beyond their authority and directly force the trainees into it. Inferring from this line of thinking, the special props will be effective in the Super S Grade dungeon. It is very likely that the rules made by the main system can''t be used in another high-dimensional world. Instead, the main system has to adapt to the rules of Super S dungeons and issue ten-sided dice to them. If you want to think in this way, it is just a "universal wish ticket" issued with the authority of the main system, and perhaps it is not as versatile as the main system boasts. Because the main main system it distributes is not omnipotent, and the so-called omnipotence is no more than a gimmick. In just a few seconds, countless clues and guesses formed in Zhuge''s dark mind. After feeling the sense of weightlessness, he temporarily sealed this thought and started the spatial transfer. [It is detected that all the trainees have finished throwing the dice...Please prepare all the trainees...the transfer of copies will begin in three minutes] The familiar sense of weightlessness dragged all the trainees down. All the trainees who had just returned to the studio in the studio disappeared. After a long time, in a place where only one person heard it, the main system suddenly issued an error report. ¡¾error! error! ¡¿ [In the interval of requesting a response from the Super S-class copy, another small world with an unknown number sent a request for communication] [After testing, the unknown numbered small world is floating in the gap of the world, and the dimension is dark. It is more difficult than the super S-level copy that sent the trainee to the previous...error, error] [Some trainees had a transmission error during the transmission process and were forcibly summoned to an unknown dark dimension world] The man who was lying down in the bath with his head back suddenly opened his eyes. The devil got up from the cold water, picked up a bathrobe hanging next to it, and stepped out. Few people know that Super S-Rank can also be roughly divided into two dimensions. One is called the light dimension, and the other is called the dark dimension. Like the perfect world from the very beginning, it is the core copy of the light dimension. No matter how filthy and dirty the facts are, at least the appearance of this copy on the surface is glamorous. The dark dimensions are just the opposite, they are rotten from the bottom of their hearts. The number of Super S-class dungeons is extremely small. Because of its own small world, the main system rarely cancels them, and only maintains cooperative relations with a few light-dimensional dungeons. The Dungeon Master System of the Dark Dimension has never considered cooperation, because they are not easy to control and will not follow the common rules. Therefore, for many years, the well water has not violated the river water, and it is considered safe and sound. No one would have thought that this time it was the Dark Dimension who took the lead and forcibly took the trainee away. When putting on the bathrobe belt, the black-haired demon asked casually, "Which trainee was taken away?" The main system replied coldly [no.9 and no.10] Chapter 180: Crazy circus This space shift seems a bit unusual. Zong Jiu felt that he had been falling. The situation is a bit like the feeling of the last dungeon after stepping through the space door, but it is a little different. Because it is too dark, it seems that there is a strange malice lurking in the darkness. Finally, I don''t know how long it took before Zong Jiu''s feet stepped on a solid ground. According to the situation, they should now start to enter the pre-plot, and there should be solidified scene color blocks around. However there is nothing. Even the people who had just been crushed lost their tracks one by one, and he seemed to be the only one in the darkness. This is not the first time Suo Xing Zong Jiu has encountered this situation. The pre-plot of the last Judgment Day dungeon is somewhat similar to this time. Perhaps the dungeon above S rank is more maverick? Zong Jiu thought so, and settled down, staring at the two ten-sided dice floating in front of him in a daze. About two minutes later, another person''s voice came from the darkness. "Is there anyone? Where is it? Why is it so dark without the pre-story? There is no sound when calling the main system... It''s weird." This voice was really familiar, but it was just comforting Zong Jiu, "Brother, why are you doing this?" In fact, the tone was so gloating that it was the non-Chief Onmyoji Tuyumen that everyone could hear. Zong Jiu lazily replied, and Tu Yumen suddenly excited. "Magic, you are here too, what''s the matter, why are we the two here?" Anyway, they couldn''t see the other side clearly, and now they couldn''t connect to the main system for a while, so they began to talk through the dark. Zong Jiu said slowly: "Maybe it''s because we all threw a big failure." Domemon: "..." Tu Yumen: "Yes, it makes sense." A big failure is a higher level of bad luck and failure. The main system has specially reminded them that if you throw a big failure, nothing will happen unexpectedly. For example, in the battle round, the dice dodge a big failure, may become a human target, accurately accept every attack or bullet of the opponent. A purebred hapless guy and a hapless guy who was caught cheating fell into silence together. The scene was a bit awkward for a while. I don''t know how long it took before the voice of the main system rang slowly. It is not as clear and clear as in the past, but intermittently, and can even clearly feel the sizzling noise caused by poor contact. [Zizzi...The main system is being linked] [The signal link is weak, the database archive mode is being opened, and the data transmission is changed to the cache mode...Please wait] Both people smelled a different smell in the dark. Sure enough, the next system announcement accurately verified their ideas. [Due to various unknown reasons, you encountered the first error in the process of space transfer] [Attention, you have landed to another Super S Grade dungeon 500 million light-years away from the destination, the current number of people in the dungeon: 2 people] [Because the difficulty of this instance has increased and it is out of the control of the main system, the system can only provide assistance in the first three days] [The main task of the trainees has been changed to find a way to connect to the main system within three days. If it fails, it will stay here forever. Please be careful.] After a series of heavy news crackled down, Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen said one after another: "..." Tu Yumen muttered to himself: "I finally understand now, why no.3 said you will have a catastrophe in this copy. No wonder when I said that everyone can take care of each other, Zhuge glanced at me so meaningfully. " Good guys, they are all waiting here. Zong Jiu was silent for a moment, and quickly understood the current situation: "It means that onmyoji and I fell into another S-level dungeon. In this dungeon, the authority of the main system is difficult to use. Our current main task is not important. , The important thing is to find a way to successfully link to the main system?" Reply from the main system with the database mode turned on [Yes] [Starting the backup system...successfully opened] After it was successfully turned on, the mechanical sound suddenly became a lot clearer. [I am a sub-system stored in the ten-sided dice, because the world space barrier of this copy is too strong, and it is temporarily unable to link to the main system of the trainee dormitory] [This copy is not the original super S-class copy with space coordinates set originally, but another unknown super S-class copy that has not been recorded in the main system''s record] [The good news is that the Super S-Class dungeon world also supports the operation of ten-sided dice, but the energy of the sub-system can only last for three days. The bad news is that if you fail to find a way to successfully connect to the main system within three days, you will be forever Stay here] In this way, the purpose becomes clear. Tu Yumen asked with a sad face, "Then, I, can we go back alive?" I don''t know if it is because of the disconnection from the center, the sub-system''s answer is very sincere, and it sounds much more honest than the main system. [After calculation, the probability that you can go back alive is 10%] [The fundamental reason why the trainees will have the space transfer error is because the creature in this instance has forcibly summoned you. You only need to find the source of the forced summon and perform the summoning ritual again] call? With a survival rate of only 10%, what about putting Digimon here? Just as Doommon continued to try to force it, the sub-system opened its mouth again. [Attention, the link is about to be broken, and the copy is being entered...please wait] [Due to the special reason of this copy, there is no pre-story, please pay attention to trainees] In the next second, the sky is spinning. ...... Today is the big day of the year. The carriage studded with gold patterns stopped at the door, and the groom yelled with the whip. The small high heels of sheepskin rapped on the steps unhurriedly, and the rapid and gentle footsteps and the rubbing of the cloth fermented in the venue filled with expensive incense. The sound of the burning fireplace crackled, and chuckles and murmurs spread around. They are dressed in gentlemen''s tuxedos, bow ties, and incomparable gift sticks in their hands; ladies wear small caps dotted with lace, colorful skirts flutter up, covering the hanging tails below, and the charming fragrance of their bodies is full. In the air, a patch of flowers and butterflies were raised. "Today it is said that a new batch of goods with good fur and color have arrived." The people who came to the venue talked in a low voice, covering their mouths and noses with gorgeous feather fans, and talking in a low voice, "It''s still good for the rally now. I visited the slums two days ago. The smell of body odor is really amazing. , Untouchables who can''t hide the smell." "Really? How good is it?" "It''s true. Originally, this batch of goods should be directly supplied to the circus in preparation for the circus festival in three days. But it is said that several top goods appeared in it, and this was hurriedly intercepted in the middle. After the big shots were selected, Send it to the circus again." The voice was a little surprised: "The top goods are not used in the festival, don''t the circus have any opinions?" As he said, it also pointed around without a trace with a feather fan. In the corners around the auction venue stood weirdos wearing black robes and pointed wizard hats. They were silent one by one, and the wizard''s hat and hood were deep, like walking ghosts. "How dare you have any opinions?" Another person put on a fan, and tweeted: "It is said tonight that several big figures have arrived. Even the Duke and the Crown Prince have also received news. No matter how powerful the Order is, It¡¯s not that you have to rely on the breath of big people. Without them, it¡¯s another matter whether the circus festival can go on smoothly." "Yes." Someone immediately followed, "It is said that this batch of goods, whether it is fineness or fur, looks and appearance are the rarest. When you buy it home, whether it is to make a new fur or keep it, it is A status symbol." "That''s the truth, Madam is right. Who is willing to make fur if you can appear in this auction? Only the countess has such confidence." The complimented lady smiled, and suppressed the pride in her eyes. This compliment is really beautiful, and the things that appear in the auction are all top-notch goods. Apart from other things, you can prove your identity if you can take it. Who cares how to use it after taking it. Everyone laughed hypocritically on the surface, and seemed to be happy, but it was impossible to know what they thought in their hearts. Soon, after all the guests who came to the auction were almost ready, the lights on the venue suddenly dimmed. The host lifted the opening cloth and appeared under the only light in the center. "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the exciting circus auction tonight!" He held a microphone in his hand and said in an impassioned tone: "There are three days to be the annual festival. I must have heard about it. For this festival, we have prepared nearly a hundred kinds of sacrifices with excellent colors. Among them... there are two more. This precious non-sale item will surely be able to reproduce the glory of the ceremonial ceremony twenty years ago!" Not for sale? There was a lot of discussion just now, and the enthusiastic discussion suddenly cooled down. In order to save the scene, the host hurriedly remedy: "Of course, although it is not for sale, but before the festival, the adults can take the right to use the not for sale for three days." Someone in the audience sneered, "What is bought with a lot of money and effort is only the right to use?" "Please be safe and restless, it''s better to read it before judging it." The host stepped back two steps, and the long gift stick in his hand was gently placed on the cage that appeared suddenly behind him. The cage is very large, covered with a red cloth, blocking all the prying eyes of the audience. "Not for sale...the entire circus has never appeared in the past 100 years--" The stick was lightly picked, and the heavy red cloth fell. The white-haired youth was bound in an iron cage, wearing only a snow-white prison shirt. His eyes were tightly covered with black cloth, and his slender wrists and ankles were locked by the thick iron chain at the mouth of the bowl, and he was firmly locked in the middle of the iron cage. "Wow¡ª" All the audience boiled over. "It''s a cat!" "It turned out to be an extremely scarce cat with such a beautiful and scarce fur and hair color!" "Yes, not only the "cat", he also has a pair of more precious and beautiful eyes." The host looked at the excited expressions of the audience with satisfaction, took a flower with the staff, and gently untied the black cloth behind the ears of the people in the cage. Zong Jiu''s vision finally changed from darkness to light. Facing the strong light on the auction stage, his pupils showed a little reflective water. Under the light, he could clearly see what these "audiences" looked like. They are animals with heavy makeup and human clothes. Chapter 181: Crazy circus These guys, who are animals from head to toe, are dressed in glamorous human clothes, holding a brightly colored feather fan, and rubbing scarlet rouge on their mouths; there are also people holding pipes and talking and laughing with their legs up. The difference is that they evolved from walking on four limbs to walking on two limbs. The original claws became hands, and the head was much bigger than remembered and looked more ferocious. There was no other difference. But this is amazing enough. Under the light, the faces of these animals seemed to be attached to a twisted look of magical nature, and they became obnoxious. Absurd, too absurd. The young man was wearing a knee-length white prison shirt. Because the cage was not high, he was forced to sit on a soft cushion, revealing a pair of legs that were too slender. His hands and feet were bound by chains, and his white hair slipped from his back and hung obediently behind him. The pale skin is intertwined with the cold iron chains, which abruptly brings out the abusive beauty. The dazzling lights on the auction stage fell from a high place, stimulating his pale pink pupils into waves of shaking water. Seeing the "cat" in the iron cage raise their heads, the guests let out a series of stunning sighs, many of them whistled and applauded. "What beautiful eyes, what beautiful hair and color scheme!" "Look at this leg, it''s the love cat of my dreams, and the right to use it for three days is not lost." "I haven''t seen such a pure-bred cat for a long time. I don''t know what breed it is?" "It seems to be caught from the outside. Looking at the color scheme, you know that the variety is rare, and there is a priceless one. The real animals cheered and commented on the human being placed on the auction table. Just when Zong Jiu saw the looks of the audience clearly, the subsystem spoke slowly. [You feel surprised, because the situation in front of you is beyond your understanding. The distorted and hateful faces of these "audiences" make you feel flustered, so...take a sanity check.] Zong Jiu: "???" The sanity value is also called the SAN value and is one of the special rules announced by the main system before entering this copy. All trainees have their own SAN value, which can also be understood as a mental value, or a sanity value. The higher the SAN value, the stronger the will of the trainee. If you see something beyond the scope of your own understanding, it will cause the SAN value to drop. If it drops too much at one time, the trainees are likely to fall into a transient situation of memory loss or confusion. If the SAN value returns to zero, the trainee will be permanently crazy, the kind that even the main system cannot save. "No." Zong Jiu bargained with the subsystem in his mind: "Do you think I was flustered when I saw these animals? Are you serious?" Sub-system: [...] After a long silence, it hesitated to speak out [But this is the rule, you have never seen animals like humans before. These creatures are inherently filthy and evil. Their temperament will pollute you and affect you. Sane] "Impossible, my heart is like a rock, and I enter the infinite loop just to find excitement. Don''t fool me, I have no mood swings, this little scene can''t hold me." Zong Jiu said indifferently, "It won''t be too late for you to judge me when I really fluctuate in reason." [That, then all right] [But if their evil temperament really pollutes you, I will ask you to pass a sanity check at any time] It may also be detected that the trainee''s current sane situation, and the sub-system accepted his proposal very aggrievedly. After all, Zong Jiu''s remarks are not untenable. For example, ordinary people need to pass a Sanity check when they see a corpse, but a murderer does not need it when they see a corpse, and they are even more excited. Logically speaking, this conforms to the rules of the main system. On the other side, after waiting for the crowded audience below to marvel and admire the beauty of the cat in the cage, the host seemed to want to extend the gift stick into the cage to amuse the beautiful but lazy little guy. With such an action, the audience immediately protested. I don''t know why, this very beautiful cat seems to have a different kind of charm in every move, and it can easily capture their hearts. "What are you doing? How dare you touch such a precious cat with your dirty walking stick?" "Do you want to abuse the cat with this action? Can you be empathetic?" "You can''t afford a piece of this beautiful cat''s hair for half a year''s salary in the circus. Get off!" Not only the audience around the auction stage, but even some top aristocrats instigated the domestic servants to send cold reprimands, scaring the host to kneel and fall directly on the stage. Ironically, these audiences were enthusiastically discussing fur production before they knew that the auction item was a "cat". After knowing it, another face was completely revealed. The backstage immediately walked out of the two cow heads and horses, and the big-waisted circus servant dragged the host involved in the abuse of rare animals from the auction stage. Soon, a new host was sent up. The new host is obviously more on the road. In order to calm the anger of the audience, when it appeared, another cage covered with red cloth also appeared. Zong Jiu, who was sitting in the cage, finally had a reaction. After being prompted by the main system, he did not turn his gaze on the distorted animal faces below, but instead looked at the cage beside him. "One of the same scarce species, a species that hasn''t appeared in nearly a hundred years¡ª" The red cloth fell. The same as his attire, Tu Yumen, who was tied in a cage by a chain, helplessly greeted the frantic gaze below. "It''s a dog!" "Oh! Cute puppy hook! This breed is the legendary husky, yes!" The cheers no less than Zong Jiu''s appearance almost overturned the entire auction floor. Tu Yumen: #$%! (a series of swear words in my heart) At the next moment, he also received the system''s sanity check prompt. As a normal person with obvious emotional fluctuations, it is naturally impossible for Onmyoji to evade the test like Zong Jiu. So he was forced to pass a sanity check. Of course the sanity check failed. [You throw 2 points, deduct 2 sanity points] ¡¾Current sanity value: 48/50¡¿ [You have fallen into an additional state of sanity deduction] In the next second, Zong Jiu saw Tuyumen''s eyes divergent, and he slammed straight into the iron cage railing, causing a turmoil in the audience. Zong Jiu: "..." Fortunately, he has not passed a sanity check. He withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyebrows to think about the situation now. Obviously, in this copy, the identities of animals and people have been reversed in a strange way. Human beings have degenerated from being a ruler to an animal controlled at will, while animals have become a human being as a ruler. Moreover, looking at their situation, it is obvious that humans are divided into three, six or nine classes, just as humans classify animals. Unfortunately, they don''t know the basis for the classification of human species by animals. Zong Jiu was a little curious, and didn''t know what other humans in this Super S Grade dungeon looked like. "System, are there any other tips on how to find a way to link to the main system?" [Sorry, I am only a sub-system with limited abilities, I can only respond when the trainees need to throw, and cannot plan a specific course of action for the trainees] [But before the disconnection, the main system sent a message] [Twenty years ago, five teams of survivors entered this Super S Grade dungeon. If you can find the clues left by these five teams of survivors, you may be able to reconnect with the main system] The sub-system picks and picks, and clearly shows the information that can inform the trainees. In fact, the information from the main system is much more than what it tells the trainees. Under the inquiry of the instructor''s access authority, the main system actually found an unexpected piece of information. This Super S Grade dungeon was not classified as a dark dimension at the beginning, and even twenty years ago, the main system had a cooperation with this Super S Grade dungeon. It''s a pity that a total of five teams were entered that time, and nearly a hundred survivors were still wiped out in the end. Calculating the timeline, it happened that after the five teams of survivors entered the dungeon, this super S-rank dungeon ran from the light dimension to the dark dimension. As a high-dimensional existence, although the main system has no emotion and personality, it has always been clear. Originally, after discovering that the two trainees had lost contact, it planned to give up the two trainees directly. After all, there are too many uncertain elements in the dark dimension, and it may even contaminate the main system itself, leaving it to prepare for many years, which is the purpose of holding the thriller trainee competition. But in the end, the instructor couldn''t stand it and used the authority. On the other side, the host who showed two items not for sale announced loudly. "The non-sale items are displayed by Vanni. Next, we will auction other collections. The three-day use rights of the non-sale items will be auctioned at the final hour of the auction. Please stay tuned." The curtain on the heights slowly fell, covering the two huge iron cages. They were transferred to the background for the time being. Zong Jiu looked at the surrounding environment. The backstage of the auction platform is very large, and after the curtain falls, there is a dark staircase leading to an unknown direction directly below. In addition to them, there are also some other auction items stacked here. For example, pieces of unknown products are as thin as a cicada''s wings, and are exquisitely crafted like butterfly wings in the light. Tu Yumen''s face was a bit ugly: "All the skins hanging over there are human skins." In fact, there is no need for Onmyoji to speak, Zong Jiu can also see it. This human skin is different from the human skin peeled from the old woman with mercury in the deserted village copy, but a human fur coat made by tearing off the scalp and hair. The hair of every piece of human skin stays on the scalp fortunately, and it can be dyed in any color, becoming the luxurious fur worn on the animal. Not only human skins, countless human products are also placed in the backstage. There are yellow body oil, bracelet accessories polished with white human bones, jewelry inlaid with human nails, and small statues carved on the teeth. "In this Super S Grade dungeon world, humans are animals in the eyes of animals." Zong Jiu is clear: "They treat humans as cruelly as they treat animals in other worlds." Because just like humans treat animals, when animals are in a dominant position, humans will not make much difference. The level of the food chain has always been cruel. Chapter 182: Crazy circus The backstage fell into silent silence for a while. Tu Yumen looked at the dazzling array of human products and sighed faintly. Survival of the fittest, natural selection of things, and survival of the fittest have always been the case. This is the way the creatures are, it''s hard to blame or have to distinguish between right and wrong. "Okay, don''t think about it. We only have three days. Let''s figure out how to get out of this auction house. Do you really want to be sold?" Zong Jiu stared at the face of the bull head patrolling in the distance in the distance, and took off the earrings from his ears. After entering this Super S Grade dungeon, all special items above Grade B have no effect, including the reduced version of the Holy Sword of Physics on Zongjiu''s ears. Now the dignified S-level props, the legendary holy sword can only be turned into a small decorative earring, which has no other use except for decoration. But that is enough. The white-haired magician took the earrings and gestured in front of the keyhole of the chain on his ankle and wrist, and found that the size was just right for the keyhole, so he raised his head and asked Tu Yumen: "Did you use the unlocking skill?" There was a "locksmith" skill on the identity card before entering the dungeon to light up, and Zong Jiu selected an alternative, but the main system only assigned him 10 skill points. This means that he has only a one-tenth chance of success in throwing the dice. If you want to come, ask Tuyumen to be more reliable. Tu Yumen nodded hurriedly, "Nod." His locksmith skill has 40 points, and his success rate of two-fifths is much higher than one-tenth. Zong Jiu looked at him with very skepticism, did not throw the earrings in his hand, but motioned him to roll the dice first. The Onmyoji Master, who was questioned about his ability, started throwing with enthusiasm, determined to be ashamed. [Your throwing result is 40/40, the unlocking decision is successful] [Well, although you obviously feel that it is very difficult for you to open this lock, but unexpectedly, you turned around with the wire, and you accidentally hit and found the opening, so you bumped into it. The locks on the wrists and ankles are unlocked] "Did you see it!" Tu Yumen yelled, "It is impossible for a person to fail once, even if only once!" Zong Jiu: "..." It was almost a failure. How proud of a success that fits the attribute point! Tu Yumen, who repeated the action of turning around holding the wire, successfully rescued the two of them from the iron cage. "What shall we do next?" In order to avoid being discovered by the patrols, although the two of them opened the locks on their hands, feet and the cage, they did not act rashly. Instead, they sat on the spot, pretending to be still trapped, so as not to startle the snake. "Dice sneak, go straight." With so many skills in the ID card, stealth is definitely one of the magic skills. It is also one of the required skills after many S-level discussions. If sneaking can successfully throw, then as long as they don''t hit the patrolers head-on, they can definitely leave here quietly without being noticed by anyone. Zong Jiu stared at the moment the bull head disappeared into the corner, and his heart moved. The pink-white ten-sided dice suspended in the void quickly began to follow the master''s mind. [Your throwing result is 17/30, the sneak determination is successful] [You squat down/body, lighten your steps. You can guarantee that unless someone sees you from the front or from an inadvertent angle, no one will be able to hear your leaving footsteps in such a noisy auction venue] The white-haired young man opened the door cautiously, and the cat walked forward with his head. What I didn''t expect was that less than two steps after he walked out, a loud crackling sound suddenly came from behind him. Zong Jiu: "......?" He turned his head and saw Tuyumen stand up from the cage uncontrollably, first hit his head suddenly on the cage, and then fell toward the door of the iron cage like a kite with a broken wire, unbiased. Falling down on the shelves with ornaments in front of their cage. When the time was up, all the shelves with auction items were thrown down by him, and countless human leather bags hanging on the shelves were like dominoes, pouring a large piece of them, producing a series of reactions. [Friendly reminder, your teammate''s throw result is 97/35, the judgment is a big failure] [So not only did he fail to sneak successfully, but he also made a big move that was earth-shattering] Good guy, another big failure that is worse than bad luck. What is called a pig teammate? This is called a pig teammate! ! "what happened?!" Almost at the moment when the shelf fell and made a loud noise, the Tauma Mian who was patrolling in the background heard the noise, and rushed to this side, guessing the wooden floor. Such a loud voice, let alone backstage, can be heard on the auction stage. Zong Jiu couldn''t take care of his sneaking anymore. Thanks to the great failure of the **** Tuyumen, his successful sneaking completely became useless and exposed in seconds. "Why are you still stunned, run!" He pulled on the collar of the Onmyoji that was so dizzy and ran forward quickly. The whole backstage placed in front of them was only a deep way out to the dark entrance below the unknown. Zong Jiu led people directly into this invisible staircase. The stairs are very dark, but they are wide enough, at first glance, it is a special channel for the transportation of auction items or other goods on weekdays. There are only dim kerosene lamps dotted on both sides, and there is no fork in the road during this period, and one road can be walked to the end. Behind them was a mess and screaming. "The kitten and the puppy have escaped from the cage, get them back quickly!" "Rang the alarm bell, ring the alarm bell quickly and let the gatekeeper put down the iron gate behind the auction venue!" After hearing these words from a distance, Zong Jiu immediately felt bad. He saw the bright light at the end of the tunnel in the distance, and a kobold who was about to put down the iron gate. "Quick, sub-system, I want to charm this gatekeeper npc!" The dice turned quickly. [Your throwing result is 54/70, the charm is judged successfully] [Because the gatekeeper npc is not a very important and mentally firm npc, it is not necessary to perform a psychology check on the npc for the time being] Almost visible to the naked eye, the goalkeeper''s action of putting down the chain was stopped. Its eyes hidden in the dog''s hair stared blankly at the white-haired youth rushing from the black corridor. [Your beauty deeply shocked this npc, which immediately gave birth to compassion. This is not difficult to understand, because the gatekeeper¡¯s hidden attribute is a soft-hearted cat slave, even though it¡¯s the one just discovered] "Come here, poor little cat. You are so beautiful, if you sell you to those sordid big people, I will be in regret and pain in my life." The kobold waved his hand at him, and when the two of them came over from the iron gate, they pulled the iron gate off and stopped the bull head and horse face chasing from behind. Tu Yumen looked at Zong Jiu in shock, "Can you do this?" He looked at the appearance that the other party had charmed the npc without any effort, as if the worldview had been refreshed. In fact, it has nothing to do with the superb charm skills. What really matters is that Zong Jiu has thrown the dice so many times from the beginning to now, and he has not failed even once. Ou Huang, walking Ou Huang! This thigh must be held firmly! "Hurry up, stop talking nonsense." Zong Jiu pushed him out, and the two immediately fled from the back of the auction venue and rushed outside. There are lights and festoons all around, and the night falls. Not far away, a huge round colorful tent was propped up on the spot. The tent was surrounded by a circle of light bulbs flashing with different lights. A large LED light board was hung at the entrance, with the words "Crazy Circus" written on the top. A few flashing characters. Except for this large tent, there is an empty square all around, with a large fountain in the center, and a huge concert hall and opera house opposite. Coming and going, animals in human clothes walked and stopped in the square, a family with small animals came to the circus, and there were tauren in police uniforms patrolling with iron rods in their hands. Their two conspicuous looks and hair colors immediately attracted a lot of attention. "Look what it is!" "It''s humans, why did they run up from the ground!" "Come on, come on! Someone has run out of the underground farm!" There were animals screaming loudly, conspicuously conspicuous in the night sky, and the scene was momentarily chaotic. Almost at the same time, there was a sound from the broadcast in the square. "Emergency broadcast, and then an emergency broadcast. Two precious humans have fled from the circus auction venue, one is a kitten with white hair and pink eyes, and the other is a husky with black hair and black eyes. They were successfully captured and sent to the circus or The police station will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins." "Attention, attention! These two humans are endangered and rare species with pure bloodlines. They must not be harmed in any way during the arrest, otherwise they will be regarded as a violation of the Human Protection Law and will be severely punished." "Fuck the huskies, return the Human Protection Act." Tu Yumen snorted: "Isn''t they made those human leather backpacks and human leather products?" "Don''t tell me, this matter is the same for humans and animals." Zong Jiu and him stepped back under the pressure of a large swath of animals in the square, and the light suddenly passed by the circus behind them. "Go, let''s go to the circus!" In human society, the performers of the circus are animals. They train animals to perform various entertainment performances according to human preferences. According to logic, in the animal society, it is very possible that the performers of the circus have become humans instead. If there are humans in the circus, it is not only more conducive to their disguise, but also to figure out what this dungeon is all about. Maybe you can find clues left by the survivors who entered this dungeon 20 years ago in the mouth of the sub-system. . The two looked at each other, it was obvious that they thought of going together, and ran towards the circus tent without looking back. Behind them, a large group of animals with net bags clamored to catch up with them, and they were in a state of chaos. "Strange, I just saw them come here, why didn''t I see anyone?" "Forget it, let''s go and take a look. That''s a thousand gold coins." About five minutes later, Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen squatted in the circus utility room, looking at each other as they listened to the distant animals. After confirming that there are no animals around, Zong Jiu pulled out some circus props from the big box in the utility room, and whispered to Tu Yumen, "This is a good opportunity, come on, let''s roll a disguise, and mix in first. Let¡¯s talk about the animal camp." "Are you sure?" The Onmyoji looked at the clothes he had just pulled out, and he stopped talking. Zong Jiu:? He looked down and fell silent at the same time. The next second, he stood up unbelief and began to pull into the big box behind him. But no. In the glove box around them, everything is placed... colorful and colorful, with exaggerated skirts, high heels, lipstick and tube tops. There is no men''s clothing either. In the distance, more and more footsteps were attracted by the thousand gold coins announced on the radio, and the excited roars and roars of the animals could be heard from a distance. Zong Jiu: "..." Zong Jiu: "On this matter, only God knows and the earth knows, you know and I know, understand?" Anyway, this is not the first time. Tu Yumen skillfully turned out a skirt that was also studded with lace, and nodded gravely: "Understood!" Chapter 183: Crazy circus The circus was in turmoil. More and more animals swarmed in from the tent, like a surging tide, searching the circus for human beings broadcast on the radio. At this point in time, there were not many animals on the square, and more were police officers who patrolled the entrances to ensure vigilance and basic order. Tonight is the last auction before the circus festival, and it is also an annual big day. How many big people came to attend and gathered together. Not to mention the noble stomachs of the princes, the most noble ladies and lords on weekdays, even the crown princes in the palace came to preheat the last auction for the festival and carnival. Countless shiny gold coins spilled from the fingers of these big people, and the whole night auction can earn one-fifth of the whole year of the circus. Who dares not take it seriously? In this case, the loss of the two precious humans caused the circus party to squeeze a cold sweat. Originally, these two precious humans were made by the cult that cooperated with the circus. After several years of preparations for the summoning ceremony, the leader of the cult took the initiative in person. They were successfully captured from the outside and intended to be used for the highlight of the carnival ceremony three days later. Had it not been for the great figures in the palace to be interested in them, they should have been locked in the backstage of the circus for the past three days, waiting for the arrival of the carnival festival. Let''s not say that the cult needs to use them, just the right to use them for the three days is the big shot. If something went wrong, the circus could not explain it at all. Now the auction is still going on, and it is expected that with the addition of dinner and dance time, it may be able to last until tomorrow morning. Before tomorrow morning, if the lost cat and husky cannot be found, the consequences will be disastrous. The owner of the circus is a wild boar with a black mane. When he received the news, he was squinting his eyes and enjoying a glass of iced vodka. After hearing the report, he almost didn''t shake his hands and poured the cold liquor into himself. Within the nostrils. "You trash, what are you waiting for, look for it!" He drove the rest of the bull''s head and horse face out of the circus office, carrying two pig trotters on his back, and pacing irritably in the room. "What''s going on at the auction?" The rabbit who came to report with a low eyebrow replied, "In response to the head, a new batch of human leather handbags was announced at that time. The nobles and ladies took lavishly, and they took turns for several times. They all raised their prices, and the voice was inevitably loud. A little bit, it seems that I didn¡¯t notice the alarm in the background." "That''s good, that''s good." The wild boar breathed a long breath of relief, "Hurry up and let the dinner dishes prepared by the back kitchen be delivered to you, and delay as long as possible." Then it thought for a moment: "Where did the two humans go?" "Many civilians in the square seemed shocked when they saw them, and ran all the way to the main tent of the circus." "The main tent of the circus..." The wild boar''s face changed, "The bottom of the circus backstage leads to the underground farm. Hurry up and send a message to the farmers so that they don''t confuse the two precious humans with the livestock." The rabbit responded quickly and hurriedly ran out. ...... Obviously it was almost midnight. At this late night, the square around the circus was still full of people. Animals holding torches searched the backstage of the huge circus, and each of the ferocious beasts premiered on the ground, just like the devil with teeth and claws in a fairy tale. The sound of their footsteps circulates around, making people uneasy. The magician and the onmyoji squatted on the ground, looking at each other silently. Zong Jiu broke the silence: "How is it?" Tu Yumen quietly gave a thumbs up: "With my years of experience in tracing two thorn apes, there is absolutely no problem." As he said, he was amazed, "Unexpectedly, magician, you are still a good seedling of women''s clothing. As expected, you can do whatever you want with a good-looking face." Zong Jiu: "..." It''s not at all happy to receive this evaluation again. But there is one thing to say, his body is thin and slender, and his face is beautiful, which is beauty that transcends gender. It is true that there is no sense of disobedience in women''s clothing, and he does not even need to use paint to put on lipstick like Tu Yumen. The Onmyoji patted his shoulder very understandingly: "It''s okay, I feel the same for you now. Generally speaking, the first time women''s clothing is like this, the suitability of the clothes is still a problem, and the main thing is to get through the heart. That hurdle." Zong Jiu squinted at him. Seeing this guy''s proficiency look, it''s no wonder that when the masquerade was exposed, it caused a great uproar, and it was really unbelievable. I experienced a psychological struggle... In fact, there was no struggle at all. After all, the current situation is pressing, and the women''s clothing has to be women''s clothing. Who would have thought that Zong Jiu was unwilling to listen to the advice of the stylist when he was in the masquerade party, and now he has not embarked on the path of no return for women''s clothing. They both squatted on the ground. A high-slit cheongsam with red flowers embroidered on a black cloth, and a pair of snow-white cat ear hoops on his head. The other was wearing a colorful circus dress with a colorful skirt, and a dog''s tail was clipped on the back of the skirt with a clip, trying to get his attire closer to the animals outside. Because these clutter boxes in the backstage of the circus lacked the necessary animal headgear, they couldn''t disguise themselves as exactly the same appearance as those animals. For the time being, I can only change the appearance of running away barefoot in a prison uniform, so that the animals will not be able to tell at a glance that they are humans who have escaped from the auction venue. At the auction just now, many ladies wore big hats and veils around their eyes. Zong Jiu also learned the same way, giving him and Tu Yumen two squares on their faces, the effect was outstanding. By the way, while throwing the dice, Tu Yumen''s disguise skill check failed again. In the end, Zong Jiu threw two successes with his only 20 o''clock disguise, disguised himself, and disguised Tu Yumen again, which was worthy of putting on a vest for the two of them. Anyway, this copy does not have a live broadcast room, let alone an audience. Just like Zong Jiu said, God knows, knows, you know, I know, no one knows that he wears women''s clothing or wears them except for him and Tu Yumen. Cheongsam, the kind with high slits. The sub-system sounded without ups and downs. [Congratulations, you successfully pretended to be a completely different appearance from just now. But, of course, this camouflage is not so heavenly/clothes/seamless/seam, if someone has been staring at you intently, it is likely to see some unusual flaws] From a distance, there was a burst of whispers, looking at the shadows, it seemed as if those bullheads and horsemen were chasing after them. Zong Jiu listened from a distance and caught several words. "Sub-system, give me a listen, I want to listen to what they are talking about." As he said, he held down the hand that was about to throw the dice at the Tomi Gate. The nature of throwing ten-sided dice is no different from gambling in a sense. The more you don''t believe that you have bad luck, the more you want to prove it. But good guys, if Tuyumen throws a big failure again, then their previous disguise can even be said to have fallen short. Zong Jiu was really afraid of Onmyoji, the luck that couldn''t even save the bloodline. He is basically certain now that Tu Yumen brags in front of other S-classes that he must not be able to do the deeds of the emperor before he did not obtain the Onmyoji ability. So he turned his dice under the pitying eyes of Tu Yumen. [Your throwing result 15/30, listening to judge success] Suddenly, the sound that seemed quite distant in the distance suddenly became clear. The sounds of the bull''s head and horse''s face are intertwined, accompanied by the dark shadows that stretched out and reflected on the ground with the flames, strange and absurd. "Walk around, don''t waste time. With so many debris on this layer, it must have been searched long ago." "The circus only has one floor, and further down is the underground farm. Shall we go down and take a look?" "Those two animals are not allowed to go to the farm. Didn''t there also be human livestock escaping from the farm a few days ago? Really, every time the carnival festival approaches, these livestock are always restless." "Go down first, just now the team leader told me to go to the restaurant." ...... Zong Jiu retracted his gaze and lowered his voice, "There seems to be an underground farm below. If you guess right, it is very likely that humans are locked up. Let''s follow them and take a look." Tu Yumen nodded, "Okay, let''s go as far as possible in the dark." The veil still has holes in it, and it is inevitable that people will see it when walking in a place with strong light. According to the current situation, of course it is better to be cautious. Just do it, Master Yin Yang stood up from the ground all of a sudden, and the folded skirt like a cake swayed in the air twice, covering a pair of Hengtian height several centimeters high below, twisting his waist and leaving from the same place skillfully. . Zong Jiu:? He watched the Onmyoji stepping on his graceful back in high heels, and lowered his head to watch the pace that he had to slow down for the sake of a high-slit cheongsam. Fortunately, cheongsam can wear cloth shoes, eh. The two of them got into the team of animals without any risk. Many animals in the square are attracted by a thousand gold coins, so they have all the clothes they wear. One of the two women wears cat ears on their head, and the other has a dog''s tail on the back. It happens to be dimly lit, and other animals are also Frozen, nothing unusual was found. It is that Zong Jiu walks a little unnaturally. Because he hem for a ride, this time he walks with wind. As for the shame of wearing women''s clothing, I''m sorry, the magician doesn''t have that kind of thing. In order to cover up, Zong Jiu deliberately walked against the dark place at the root of the wall, and also blocked a few prying eyes from animals. At this time, it is not a good thing for charm and appearance to be too high. "Hurry up, go fast, I don''t know who will fall into the hands of those thousand gold coins." They followed the bustling animals and turned left and right, deep below the circus. Surprisingly, in the underground of this unknown copy, there is also a huge underground city. The "Carnival Festival" mentioned by these animals made him a little concerned. According to their tone, the humans in the underground farm are likely to be of great use to the festival. Plus the last message from the main system to the sub-system. It was a creature in this dungeon that summoned them to this dungeon, and the deep meaning behind it was even more worthy of scrutiny. While he was thinking, Zong Jiu''s face suddenly sank and he swept back coldly. Strangely, there was no one behind him, not even a shadow. Zong Jiu frowned and looked back again. Just now, he felt as if something touched his leg. Chapter 184: Crazy circus Zong Jiu was basically sure that what he had just now was not an illusion. Because the cheongsam beauty turned her head and paused for a while, this rather unusual behavior was immediately noticed by the animals who were betting on him. A rabbit rushed over quickly and winked at him, pretending to be a gentleman. "This beautiful lady, may I be honored to be able to help you?" Zong Jiu: "..." He clearly heard the hard laughter of the Tomi Gate in front of him. On the other hand, the magician has a black cheongsam, with a slender figure and a pair of long legs looming as he walks. He rolled up his white hair, pinned it behind his ear with a hairpin, and wore a large lady''s hat on his head. The pair of white cat ears moved slightly above him. The black veil hung from the brim of the hat, covering the face behind, only a little glimpse in the occasional flashing firelight, the shadow of the eyes was deep and thrilling. In order to disguise himself as an animal, Zong Jiu specially wears a pair of black velvet long gloves, holding a small bone fan in his hand. Now he looks just like the animal ladies at the dinner party. . The disguise doesn¡¯t have a voice changer. The girl¡¯s voice is very different from the man¡¯s voice. If you pinch your throat to answer, I¡¯m afraid Tu Yumen will have to laugh until the sky is broken, the mountains and rivers are shattered, and the universe will be overwhelmed by aliens. The point where he took it from the earth. For the sake of his partner and his own image, Zong Jiu decided not to answer and waved his hand coldly. The rabbit was not discouraged when he was rejected, but backed up two steps, looking at it with obsessive eyes from time to time. If on weekdays, such eyes would not cause much trouble to Zong Jiu, because as a profession active on the stage, he has long been accustomed to too many gazes of all kinds. Unless this kind of gaze is extremely special, like no.1, it was with undisguised malice at first, and then with naked/naked/naked sexual interest, no matter which one it is, it is impossible to ignore. It''s just that this time it''s not a human being showing such a gaze, but a rabbit, which is not as tall as Zong Jiu''s calf. To be honest, this scene is a bit ridiculous, like strayed into some strange version of the animal world. Zong Jiu was annoyed by this rabbit jumping up and down, so he simply spoke to the sub-system in his mind. "Charm this rabbit for me." Now that the rabbit hit his muzzle, it appeared to be very useful. In addition to the rule book issued by the main system, it is written that if the npc naturally has a good impression of the trainees, the difficulty of the charm will decrease, and the benefits will be more after the charm is successful. If you don''t use it, you don''t use it. [Your throwing result is 01/70, congratulations, the roll is a big success] [Similarly to the gatekeeper npc, the rabbit is also not a mentally determined npc, let alone a big success? Even if it is a confrontation round, a big success can occupy the highest position, so there is no need to make a psychology check for the npc in this round.] The Tuyumen in front shared the voice of the subsystem, and the muffled laughter stopped abruptly. It was a big success. From the beginning to the present, there was no failure. He was able to fail even after sneaking, all the way to the point, a comparison is really clear. The rabbit who was still jumping alive just now, trying to continue to find the topic and behave in front of the cheongsam beauty instantly stood on the spot, his eyes lost. [Although you didn¡¯t even show your face, but because your temperament is too mysterious and noble, this NPC was deeply shocked, and even made it feel like you have met Tusheng¡¯s true love] [Under the additional rewards of great success, you have already had an effect as much as "bewitching" on the npc, as long as it does not involve the life or principles of the npc as the premise, it will be happy to achieve it for you] That means that in front of this rabbit npc, you don''t have to worry about showing up in disguise. Zong Jiu lifted his chin toward the Tuyumen, who was squatting on the ground and planting mushrooms. No, there will be a free guide. The rabbit took off his top hat and saluted them in place: "Beautiful ladies, of course I am willing to lead the way for you. It''s just that I still have an order with me. I need to finish this matter before I can sit down and communicate with you. ." Just as Zong Jiu was about to continue talking with this rabbit, the animal army came to the entrance of the farm below. Many animals were already standing at the entrance of the farm, all of them were blocked by the farmer guarding the gate and were not allowed to enter. There is really no way, they can only continue to search in the boundary under the circus. The road in this land is twisted and twisted, like a hamster burrowing into an underground castle in some kind of fairy tale. "Human farms have strict restrictions on traffic, even if it is almost the carnival these days, irrelevant animals are strictly forbidden to enter, unless you buy a ticket to enter." The cow made a bull''s face and barked his teeth: "The festival is coming. Only veterinarians and circus personnel are allowed to pass here." As it said so, it turned around and let a group of Ngau Tau Ma Mian who came down to search through the checkpoint of the farm. A fox wearing a white coat and glasses was also put in. The rabbit hurriedly squeezed to the door and took out a round pass from his pocket: "I am the manager of the circus. I am instructed by the head of the circus to come to the kitchen to urge the progress of the dinner." Good guy, the first one caught a big fish. Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen looked at each other and followed the rabbit as well. "Oh, oh, it turned out to be the manager of the circus." The cow let the level open, "Quickly go in, today''s dinner kitchen hasn''t been delivered yet, look at the fragrance floating in this corridor, I''m too hungry, and help me remind me by the way." "Easy to say, easy to say." The rabbit passed the checkpoint with Zongjiu and Tuyumen behind him, and hopped towards the corner of the corridor. The cow glanced at their backs and suddenly reminded them loudly, "Miss, your tail seems..." Oops! I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s because the Onmyojis are walking too coquettishly in high heels. They used a clip to clip a fake tail to the skirt. Now the tail can¡¯t be clamped securely, and it slides directly from the crotch to the hem of the skirt. It''s about to fall. Zong Jiu reacted swiftly, rushing up with a stride, blocking the hem of Tu Yumen''s skirt, and unfolding the fan. The Onmyoji immediately understood, squeezing a goosebumps voice and murmured twice: "Sorry, I just finished performing for the big guys at the auction. Please forgive me~~~" This is what they heard from the animals on the road just now. Many animals are aware of tonight¡¯s auction, and when they chatted, they said that those rich and powerful people who are difficult to see in the imperial city on weekdays all have a lot of unknown special hobbies. They chatted enthusiastically, saying which countess''s wife had newly received an expensive human leather handbag, and which wife had displayed her new human collection. "It is said that those noble ladies have set off a new trend and hobby a few days ago. Bathing in fresh human blood can keep you young forever." "It is not only human blood, but it is said that there are also particular breeds. The lowly livestock blood not only cannot maintain youth, but also increases skin aging." "So, these upper-class people don''t know what is popular every day. A few days ago, they said that many aristocrats and adults have some habit. They often bought expensive cats and tortured them in bed." A single stone stirred up a thousand waves, and all the animals screamed. "Nobles, it''s all like this. It''s said that the auction venue is full of lewdness/disorder, and it starts to estrus/estrus regardless of the occasion." "Who would say no? Anyway, they are just lowly human beings. Who cares about their life and death." When Onmyoji said so, many animals showed a comprehensive look. In their minds, the situation at the auction was no different from what they had just discussed. Seeing the misunderstanding pass, Zong Jiu stepped forward in two steps and helped Tu Yumen to re-clamp his tail by covering up. On the contrary, it was the Onmyoji, staring in front of him in deep thought. They are now completely mixed into the scope of the underground farm, and there is a sign in front of it, which says different locations. The top simply indicates the direction of the breeding farm, breeding factory, processing factory, veterinary hospital, slaughterhouse and kitchen. After the rabbit npc came in, he hurriedly walked towards the kitchen, Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen following behind, ready to slip away at any time. After a while, Tu Yumen whispered: "Sub-system, gave me an inspiration." [Your throw result is 65/50, the inspiration judgment fails] [Okay, you stare at the sign in front of you, and think that there is a symbol on it that seems familiar. So you racked your brains and started meditating, but you still don¡¯t remember anything] Domemon: "..." Zong Jiu: "..." Zong Jiu was speechless for a while, turned around and asked, "Which symbol?" Tu Yumen pointed to a strange triangle symbol on the side of the sign, which was also outlined in purple paint. "This one." They all noticed that although the symbol was old, the paint on it seemed to have just been painted. "I definitely saw this symbol somewhere." Tu Yumen knocked on his head: "Damn, it was this **** lead-filled dice that tricked me, otherwise I would have remembered it a long time ago." [Empty slander is not accepted, our ten-sided dice are strictly tested by a formal institution, and there is absolutely no possibility of lead filling] Tu Yumen: "Bah, baah, why do you say that I fail every time." [That¡¯s because of the problem of the trainee¡¯s own hand, and the fair and strict subsystem does not accept slander and accusation] Tu Yumen: "If you don''t listen, don''t listen to the eighth chanting." Zong Jiu didn''t listen to the quarrel between the Onmyoji Master and the elementary school students in the sub-system, instead he wrote down this strange symbol in his heart and thought to himself. This symbol is only remembered by Tu Yumen, so it is useless even if he has passed the inspiration judgment. Strange, what symbol can make the Onmyoji memorable, but he doesn''t? ...... At the same time, within another super S-grade copy. "His Royal Highness, I have screened all the trainees in the orphanage, and found no traces of magicians and onmyojis." A half-blood came over with his short legs and whispered. After entering this Super S Grade dungeon, all the trainees will return to their childhood, and they are only six years old when they are full. Fan Zhuo sitting on the stool opened his eyes and looked at Zhuge An, who closed his eyes and meditated. The latter quietly swallowed the scarlet sweetness in his throat, and said lightly. "Don''t worry too much, nothing will happen." Chapter 185: Crazy circus Since Zhuge had said so secretly, the S-class people gathered in the room gave up one after another. Several other S-classes have long been identified as the puppets of the devil. There is one no.9 and one no.10 missing, and now there are only three S-levels in the room, no.2, no.3 and no.4, and the combat power is greatly reduced. But the strange thing is that those puppets didn''t even mean to embarrass them, but they were very leisurely. The exorcist felt the strange atmosphere in the room, and he thought about it and said, "What''s the matter with them? Couldn''t the magician and the onmyoji not be in this orphanage?" The Super S Grade dungeon world they entered this time was a weird orphanage. After all the trainees entered, their bodies shrank and turned into a six-year-old appearance. The orphanage is very large, and the background seems to be during World War II. There are dozens or twenty children living in each room here, squeezed to sleep on the ground, living material conditions are extremely scarce, and it is quite simple. Fortunately, the Super S Grade dungeon is not frantic enough to add a hunger value to them. But to be honest, getting smaller is enough to make people feel broken. Now in this room, three S-classes are sitting on stools, all looking serious. In the eyes of others, it is the three little Dou Dings with a stern face, especially the black-haired little Dou Ding, who looks like a bitter bitter hatred. "Do not." Zhuge''s dark black hair was lying softly on his small face, which is not as big as a slap, and his serious expression was particularly funny, "They are not in this copy." "How can it be?!" The exorcist opened his eyes wide: "Didn''t the main system say that this is a full copy?" Zhuge didn''t speak in secret, but closed his eyes again, secretly calming the surge of blood. Fortunately, everyone knows that Zhuge An often speaks only half of his speech. If he has to ask him thoroughly, he will only faintly say "The secret of the secret cannot be revealed", so the exorcist had to witty and silently swallowed his countless question marks. . This orphanage is very large, and the interior is divided into several floors. All the remaining 1,000 trainees are all in the orphanage, without exception. A kerosene lamp hung from the decayed beams, illuminating the damp, gloomy, dusty interior, as if lighting a tomb. At this moment, the ringing bell rang. "Bell, bell, bell--" The voice came from far away, cold, unknown, continuous whispering, full of abhorrent whispers. All the trainees in the room stood up, looked at each other, and left the room silently. The rules in the orphanage, as long as the complaining bell rings, everyone must arrive downstairs to assemble within five minutes. If they disobey, they will not die. Only something more terrifying than death will happen. On the first day, they had witnessed a living B-level trainee turning into a rope twister, and no one would try to do the second one at this knot. Vandro slowed down, and the rusty wooden planks did not creak and creak when he stepped on them. Even though he is only six years old, he still has a straight back and a cold face, without weakening the iron and blood on his body. "Unexpectedly, the leader of the night clan is still so keen on removing the blood line." Zhuge''s dark expression didn''t have the slightest surprise, as if he had known that he would have found out about his throat for a long time. "How long is there?" "Can''t die." He downplayed. The conversation between no.2 and no.3 is endless. But the two people present clearly knew the meaning hidden in each other''s words. "In my impression, you are by no means a person willing to succumb to others and assist others." Fan Zhuo glanced at him deeply, his blood-red eyes were cold and sharp, "As for the respect of the teacher? Intuition tells me that it is even a big joke." "Zhugean, what are you thinking?" Others may not understand Zhuge An, but Fan Zhuo, who is extremely accurate, will not understand. I haven''t faced no.3 directly, but the image drawn from the narrative of others is definitely not one-tenth of what I have personally experienced. At least for a leader like Fan Zhuo who has been in a high position for a long time, Zhuge An is definitely a dangerous factor that will definitely be destroyed if he can''t control it. It''s a pity that from the moment Zhuge secretly appeared in the copy of the curse mask, the strength he showed reached a height that no organization could handle at will. Gui Guzi had several S-level props in his hands back then, and Tai Chi Bagua Pan was the most important one. Since Zhuge An inherited the mantle of Guiguzi, of course he was not much weaker. "What''s my idea, you will believe it?" Zhuge sneered secretly, "What else does your instinct tell you?" "My instinct also tells me that you''d better die in this copy." Fan Zhuo said coldly: "If you live to a decisive battle, bad things will probably happen." "Thank you for your blessings." Hearing this, Zhuge secretly smiled: "I have already transferred the permission to carry props in the Super S Grade dungeon to the magician, maybe you can really look forward to it." After speaking, he stopped speaking, speeded up his pace, passed No. 2 indifferently, and took the lead in keeping up with the pace of the trainees in front. ...... On the other side, Zongjiu and Tuyumen were groping, intending to find all the places marked on the signboard one by one, and then see if they could find any useful clues. In fact, this matter has to blame Tu Yumen. If the inspiring decision just passed, he remembered what the symbol meant, and they didn''t need to turn around like a headless fly like they do now. The problem is that now I really don''t have any clues or clues, I can only try to kill the mouse by the blind cat. Of course, they have to do one thing before they go through them one by one. "Have you ordered the magic hand?" Zong Jiu asked in a low voice, looking at the rabbit npc in front of him. Master skills are commonly known as stealing skills. The ancients can describe the thief as a gentleman of Liang Shang. Although this skill has not been classified as a must-have magical skill by trainees like detection, listening and stealth, there are also many trainees who choose to move closer to this skill. There are trainees in the big organization who specifically clicked on this skill, and sometimes a clever hand can get some important props from the npc. "Nod." Tu Yumen nodded. He also allocated fifty points in the wonderful hand, which belonged to the same skill as his inspiration. Logically speaking, there is a 50% success rate. Just at this time, the sub-system warmly reminded. [Because of the particularity of the master skill, if there is a judgment failure, there will definitely be some special circumstances] "what''s the situation?" [For example... Suddenly pounce on the npc] The sub-system euphemistically said [If it fails, another lucky decision can be passed. If it passes, the npc will not notice it. If the lucky decision fails, the npc is likely to detect it. You intend to steal] When the sub-system said so, Zong Jiu was speechless. He stopped the hand of Onmyoji who was about to throw the dice, "I hope you can always remain silent for what happens next." Domemon: "......?" When the Onmyoji was full of question marks, he saw the magician spread the black folding fan in his hand, covering most of his face, his eyes flowed, and he walked forward quickly. It''s just a simple chuckle, and his voice is soft and cold, making one half of his bones a little crisp. The rabbit in front was hurriedly rushing. Seeing the appearance of a cheongsam beauty, he couldn''t even walk. He was already ready to move, yet another charm was added to his success. Now Zong Jiu is a walking human figure/aphrodisiac/medicine in front of it. It''s okay if you don''t see it. As soon as you see it, you forget the things that the circus leader ordered to it. Whatever the other party asked, even the stars and moon in the sky, the rabbit had to find a way to get it for him. Onmyoji looked at Zong Jiu''s movements numbly. Just when he wondered when the magician would learn this set in a daze, the other party had easily returned with his pass. "Let''s go." Zong Jiu weighed the strange round card pass in his hand, and looked at the Onmyoji who was still in a daze: "Hey, can''t you go?" Tu Yumen hurriedly followed, feeling complicated: "I didn''t expect you to be like this..." Hidden. Although the Onmyoji was in a complicated mood, the two of them were grasshoppers tied to the same rope, and it was impossible to destroy their own power. Zong Jiu casually ridiculed: "I haven''t eaten pork, I have always seen pigs running, right?" Follow the direction of the sign in the memory just now, turn left and right with the two people of Tuyumen, and stop at the door of the farm. With the pass, the two of them could even be said to be unobstructed, and they were let in easily. The two stood on a high place, looking at the appearance below. Numerous humans were put on shackles and collars, all naked/naked among the pig pens, their eyes dull and salivating wildly. Barrels of black and yellow feed were poured into the ditch of the pigpen by the cows on the farm, and the humans who had been hungry for a long time rushed up with a low growl, and one by one, they went crazy and scrambled with their mouths open. Naturally, this look is so beautiful that you can''t see it. There are even a lot of humans in it while eating and pulling. The scene is beautiful. Surrounded by sewage, the stench rushed into the sky, and the dense flies hovering endlessly in the dim light. Eating and drinking Lhasa, unless they are slaughtered, these captive humans cannot take a step out of here until they die, just like the livestock raised by humans in other societies. The label on the outside is clearly a pig farm. In the eyes of these animals, these humans are no different from pigs. "Any other findings?" Zong Jiu asked the Tu Yumen beside him, and the two of them rolled out an investigation together. As expected, the Onmyoji judge failed, and the Magician judged success. [Your throwing result is 21/30, and the investigation is judged to be successful] [In this filthy and dim pigsty, you are very lucky to find the same symbol, but this symbol does not seem to be the same as the one on the sign] Since they are not the same, Zong Jiu boldly guessed that the clue is not here. But he and Tomimon did not leave the pig farm in a hurry and hurried to the breeding factory. Because Zong Jiu found a problem, "Did you find out? My luck is very good." Domemon: "..." Yes, it''s really good. I haven''t failed to throw since I entered this instance. But this is not the reason you show off in front of the non-chief! ! ! roar! ! ! However, Zong Jiu didn''t mean to partly joking. He put away the folding fan in his hand, frowned and waved his hand. "It''s not what you think. Although my luck is better than you on weekdays, it''s definitely not as good as this." In order to experiment with this, Zong Jiu started calling the sub-system to throw dice at him. "Sub-system, give me a sneak." "One more disguise." "Let''s listen." ...... Master Onmyoji watched him throw the dice dumbfounded. A total of five throws were thrown, and none of the judgments failed. Not to mention that some of these skills only have 20 or 30 skill points, and there is even a library of 10 skill points. This time even Tuyumen could see that it was wrong. "Do you see it, it''s not an illusion." Zong Jiu whispered, "My luck has really improved." It is impossible for a person''s luck to get better out of thin air, and it is still such a situation for no reason. If you want to get better, either someone used a special item for him in advance, or someone secretly helped him and lent him his luck in advance. Chapter 186: Crazy circus "Did you say that your dice was filled with lead, that is, the kind that can just throw those values." The sub-system is unhappy [the system is fair and rigorous, and there is absolutely no possibility of any problems on the dice] To prove it, Tuyumen took Zongjiu''s two ten-sided dice and threw it five times. Five times, not once. Domemon: "..." Tu Yumen: "I also want to say if I was lowered by someone." Master Onmyoji looked at Zong Jiu with a pair of eyes open, and the eyes covered under the veil had turned into unwavering dead fish eyes. "To be reasonable, we don''t have a shop in front of the village, and it''s useless to think about it." indeed. The sub-system can''t contact the main system now. They don''t even have a main task. They only have three days. If they can''t find a way to leave this Super S Grade dungeon after three days, they will have to stay here forever. Zong Jiu concealed his thoughts, "Let''s put this matter aside for now, let''s continue to look at the next few places, don''t waste time." The breeding factory is very warm, and the air seems to be full of sweet and greasy breath. It¡¯s not much different from the pigsty here. The naked/naked humans lie on a separate farm, but the farmers put aphrodisiacs on them, so they breed in the breeding factory day and night. . Perhaps in order to improve the fertility efficiency, animals do not know what is injected into humans, so that males become hermaphrodites, can be conceived, and humans with big bellies ready to give birth can be seen everywhere. Not only that, Zongjiu and Tuyumen even saw deformities with many hands and feet, each arm and thigh were full of meat, and each of them had a big belly. After successful breeding, they were pulled to the side compartment to wait for birth. . There are blood and discarded umbilical cords everywhere in the factory, as well as blood-stained infants pulled directly from the lower part/body, and dead babies thrown aside at will. The human brain is indeed smart. But if they are cut off from the outside world from birth, raised in a pigpen, and don''t receive any wisdom and enlightenment education, then humans are no different from pigs in the pigpen. It is worth mentioning that the strange symbol also appeared here, but it is still different from what they saw on the sign. Next is the slaughterhouse and processing plant. Butchers with sharp knives stood in the slaughterhouse, and the humans and babies who had just been transported from the breeding farm and the breeding factory were placed on the long chopping boards and howled. The butchers relentlessly picked up the human beings like chickens, and the sharp knives lifted the knives down, and the heads of the people who died with dull eyes rolled to the side. They grabbed human necks like humans killing chickens, and easily sliced ??their fat-filled bodies, cutting along their spine all the way, exposing the white fat and glued flesh inside, and turning over Bai Sensen''s ribs. During this process, some headless corpses have not yet completely died, just like a fish''s body will still struggle after its head is cut off. However, the absolute power suppression from the butchers made them unable to move anything. Sometimes some butchers were intrigued, and they would press people on the chopping board alive and break their stomachs, pull out the scarlet internal organs, and send out cruel monsters. laugh. Inside the processing factory, the **** human skins were peeled off, the hair on the skull was also collected, and the arms and thighs were thrown into different baskets and placed in different categories, neatly arranged. The corpse mountain and the sea of ??blood are nothing more than the case. Seeing this scene, Tu Yumen, who had been accustomed to the big scene, also turned pale. Although I was mentally prepared for a long time, it was one thing to think in my heart, and another to see it with my own eyes. In the kitchen, the rabbit npc was still in a hurry to circle around, and there was only a huge back view of a brown bear wearing a chef''s hat waving a spatula and working hard to cook. Pieces of neatly sliced ??meat cut from humans just shipped out of the slaughterhouse are stacked together, sizzling of sesame oil, and topped with a layer of meat sauce, which is so delicious that it is horrible. "Hurry up, hurry up, the dinner is about to begin!" The rabbit held a pocket watch in his hand and looked down from time to time, like an ant on a hot pot. The chef fixed a living human to the dining car, tied his neck and limbs with ropes, tied them to the iron pillars, grabbed a huge boning knife and sliced ??the head alive from the middle, revealing the white and red inside. brain. The screams from the human mouth were blocked by a towel in his mouth, and he could only see his constantly turning white eyes. Feeling the severe pain, he fainted instantly. But of course, if there is no fatal injury, death is not so fast. The cook scooped up a sticky, hot soup from the soup pot and poured it into the human head. "First serve this dish, fresh human brain, just dig it out with a small golden spoon and eat it." The nobles eat the most exquisite food, and they like to play curiously. This kind of hot human brain is the most delicious and fragrant, suitable for appetizers. Tu Yumen finally couldn''t stretch anymore, glanced palely, bending over and retching on the ground. The impact of this picture is second. The main reason was his high inspiration. Although the Onmyoji ability was eliminated, the huge number of ubiquitous wraiths still affected his senses. It is strange to say that generally in a society dominated by humans, animals cannot leave grievances after death unless they become more refined and wise. However, these human beings are clearly not wise, and they can''t even speak. They look like primitive people, but the number of evil spirits they turn into after death is not a few. Coupled with the ubiquitous dark aura carried in this Super S Grade dungeon, it made Tuyumen extremely uncomfortable. Just at this time, a warm reminder from the sub-system [please pass a sanity check] Fortunately, both of them succeeded in the verification. Although the Onmyoji looked like he was about to vomit, he passed this hurdle anyway. [Because the two are both experienced survivors in the infinite loop, although the scene in front of you is extremely bloody, you just feel your stomach tumbling twice, retching, and you barely have too much reaction] [But I don¡¯t know why, the smell of blood in the air, the laughter of the chefs, the phantom swaying under the lights and the uninterrupted raising and falling arms make you feel a little psychedelic. There seems to be something more evil and indescribable. Things are eroding your hearts secretly] [Because of uncontrollable environmental reasons, I will perform a dark die on you] [You both subtract 2 from your sanity value, S-level trainee Zongjiu''s sanity value is 48/50, and S-level trainee Domimon''s sanity value is 46/50] [Because this is the uncontrollable reason of the environment, the negative value of this decline in sanity will be transferred to the deep impact. Note that if you lose more than one-fifth of the sanity in a day, the trainee will be forced into an untimely crazy state.] After a series of system prompts, Zong Jiu felt inexplicably irritable. The cruelty, sexuality, cruelty and unique blood in this world stimulated his senses, making the things bound under the chains eager to move. The copy itself is distorted enough. The roles of humans and animals are exchanged, He knew that this was a negative effect after his sanity was reduced, so he stood there for a while. At this moment of dizziness, a tauren police officer who was ordered to track down two human beings walked up. For some reason, the tauren stared at the two men in cheongsam and an unrelated person in a cake skirt, etc., how strange they looked, and they could even say that the more they looked, the stranger they became. "Where did you come to the farm? Show your pass for me to check it." Zong Jiu felt bad, and while taking out the round pass from his pocket, he made plans to escape. Sure enough, this tauren was originally a police officer affiliated with the circus. Seeing the circus management pass he held in his hand, the suspicious expression on his face became more and more intense. The high-level circus has a deep connection with the church, but I have never heard of the people wearing this dress. "Sub-system, come on, charm this npc!" ¡¾Your throwing result 65/70¡¿ [Because the npc has become suspicious of you, it will automatically enter the confrontation check for this round, and the difficulty level is difficult] [This npc is undergoing psychology verification, please wait...] [The npc psychology check is over. Unfortunately, although your beauty is unforgettable, it may be because your face is hidden under the veil. Therefore, it is greatly reduced. The npc''s mind was not successfully shaken, but it made him even more Alert] No matter how lucky Zong Jiu is, he can only make the result of throwing the dice better, but he can''t control the result of the npc check. "Run!" Fortunately, he reacted quickly enough that he pulled up the Tuyumen and dashed towards the kitchen door. Police officer Bull Head, who had been suspicious, watched them take the lead, and the tail on one of the skirts fell to the ground with the clip. He suddenly realized that he quickly yelled, "The two escaped from the auction venue." Rare humans are ahead! Catch them!" Just as there was a fork in the road ahead, Zong Jiu pushed Tu Yumen in a hurry: "Run separately and gather at the veterinary hospital later." They looked at the topographic map of the underground farm as early as when they came in. It happened to be a circular cross. Now it can not only separate the chasing soldiers, but also cover people''s eyes. "Okay." The Onmyoji categorically responded, kicked the high heels on his feet, and ran to the other side barefoot. Coupled with his tumbling skirt, it looks a bit like a Disney princess on the run. Zong Jiu took a moment to take a look, and rushed into the opposite corridor without looking back. It is strange to say that the road is very dark, and the lights along the road seem to be unclear, flickering and shining brightly. However, the second after he had just turned the corner, Zong Jiu felt that his ankle was caught by someone. Not only his ankles, but his whole person was engulfed by the swarming shadows. The slender fingers protruding from the shadows easily grabbed his waist, while the other hand gently ran across the high-slit thigh/root/part of the cheongsam, with a feeling of rubbing and trembling unique to the fabric. There is a meaning of continuing to slide/into more dangerous depths along the split line. The cold breath swept across the white-haired young man''s ears, and after taking a deep breath of his body, a low voice slowly sounded in the shadows, with a playful tone. "This beautiful lady, you seem to have gone the wrong way." Chapter 187: Crazy circus "Catch those two humans!" "Over there, they ran over there, chasing separately!" In the dim corridor, the bull-head police officer just yelled at them. Numerous bull-headed horses chased them with torches, and the roar echoed around the corridor. Originally, these animals were huge in size, and one was better than two or three human complexes. When they ran up, they were like a moving hill, shaking the ground like an earthquake. In the midst of turmoil, Zong Jiu was dragged into the dark, and was hugged by cold arms. His whole body was covered by the shadow of the lightly moving when Deng Ying jumped. Only a pale and slender ankle was exposed under the black cheongsam. The ubiquitous shadows naturally noticed this, so the hideous darkness seemed to be gathered out of thin air, bit by bit swallowed the body of the young man exposed to the air, trapped in an inseparable sticky swamp. Zong Jiu: "..." He was silent for a while, as if thinking about why no.1 can be encountered in this place. Sure enough, demons are everywhere, and the dog-headed sergeant does not deceive me either. "Yes, I went the wrong way, you let me go." There was a pleasant chuckle behind him, scratching people''s ears a little bit. "Oh, is it so?" The man''s voice was low and joking, "Then I let you go now?" Countless cow heads and horse faces ran in front of them, and iron chains with thick bowls swayed in their hooves, and the rusty links at the end dragged to the ground, pulling out a series of creepy drags. If this is caught back, it is estimated to be pulled back to the auction floor and continue with the unfinished auction. Women''s clothing belongs to women''s clothing, and Zong Jiu has absolutely no hobby of letting a group of animals auction him off. Everyone knows the truth about enduring humiliation. As a last resort, the white-haired young man had to shut his mouth and stopped speaking. However, the hand on his thigh not only showed no signs of pulling away, but it also got deeper/into a few points along the waistline. Zong Jiu patted it, "If you touch me again, you will chop off your hand." "It''s sad." no.1 said hypocritically, relying on the fact that the opponent is not able to make large movements now, he will firmly lock the person in his arms. "I''m rushing over to give assistance non-stop, shouldn''t I give some rewards? Huh?" Wearing neat gloves, he lifted up the thin cheongsam a little, and circulated in a very dangerous area, with some kind of nickname/nick suggestion that didn''t need to be declared. With that said, Zong Jiu took time out and looked down. The hand around his waist is not as realistic as it used to be, on the contrary, it has some murky light. "but......" The demon bent down, "I can see the magician like this, this trip is not a bad thing." The cheongsam beauty was trapped in this square inch, and the big lady''s hat on her head hadn''t been thrown away for a long time, revealing the hair bun rolled up behind her back and the slender white swan neck. Cheongsam is originally a very self-cultivating attire, not only pinching the waist, but also very demanding on the body of the wearer. The man casually threw the hairpin aside, and the white hair shed like a waterfall, sweeping through the devil''s fingertips like moonlight, entangled with the puppet thread that he would always fix at the end of the finger. One is silvery white, the other is cold black, close/inseparable. The devil looked down at this scene, not knowing what he thought of, a faint smile appeared in his dark golden pupils. "God knows and earth knows, you know and I know, huh?" Zong Jiu understood at once: "You have been there all the time." Sure enough, it was not an illusion that he felt that he was touched by someone just now in the dark. The devil laughed and said nothing. If Zong Jiu guessed correctly, no.1 might have been monitoring everything through the shadow. Perhaps the demon''s body is sitting high in the dormitory room of the trainees, holding a glass of red wine with great interest and admiring the magician''s ease of performance in the underground farm. ...Careless. Two people huddled in a dark place, and their faces were cut by shadows and flames, making them dull. Zong Jiu didn''t have much reaction when the word no.1 broke the women''s clothing behavior. Anyway, he didn''t have much shame. On the contrary, he not only ignored the messy hands on him, but also silently observed the situation in front of him. Three cows, two cows, one cow... Finally, when the last tauren police officer disappeared at the end of the tunnel, Zong Jiu moved. The white-haired young man pushed back hard with one elbow, and turned around quickly with this force. The butterfly dark pattern embroidered on the hem of the cheongsam skirt draws a sharp arc in the air, as if it is really going to fly up, and dexterously changed its position, turning from the back to the front. The black-haired demon lazily raised his hand, without stopping, but fell back into the entire shadow, leaving the magician''s movements blank. "What is the purpose of your appearance?" Zong Jiu didn''t believe his nonsense, took a step back and asked straightforward questions. The gloomy figure was erratic in the corridor, and his eyes patrolled around the youth unscrupulously. The veteran hunter looked at his favorite prey, dangerous and lazy. "The purpose? Of course it is for the noble magician." "Come for me?" The magician raised his eyebrows, "What do I have to worry about?" Without playing cards, he can only resist the erosion of the shadows very hard with the fists and feet he learned before he wears the book. So if you come to me two or three times later, Zong Jiu will understand. The other party did not come to this weird Super S-class copy as an npc like those copies before. Today''s no.1 is more like a shadow and malice that he was originally born with, and a certain kind of loophole has been exploited, and this is the phantom that barely appeared in this posture, and its shape is very unstable. Think about it, just as the devil can really come, wouldn''t the main system be able to connect with them long ago, and the trainees need to spend a lot of time to find a way to connect? "Yes." He suddenly appeared from the shadows, stepping on the gloomy darkness under his feet, like an emperor who is about to bow his head in the darkness. The devil lowered his voice, leaned over and chuckled, "I want to come to you for sex/love, doesn''t it count?" The man''s voice was low and careless. He didn''t want to seriously think about why he used the mentor''s authority without hesitation after hearing the main system say that no.9 was forcibly summoned to the dark dimension, and he didn''t want to think about why he rushed forward when the spatial positioning was not yet clear. The main system is cold warning. Crazy people don''t need a reason to do things, especially demons, who always do whatever they want. Because I wanted to destroy the copy, I destroyed it. Because I wanted to see the appearance of others struggling in the mud, so I hit it off with the main system, and there was a thriller trainee competition. Because I wanted to come, I came. Just like now. The dark golden pupils stared closely at the magician''s unwavering face. I want him to show more and better expressions. I wanted to grab the opponent''s waist and hit him against the wall. The devil approached step by step, wrapped in boundless shadows, with a smile at the corners of his mouth, but each step was extremely oppressive. Zong Jiu found this situation a bit difficult to handle. If he changes to normal, he can still fight no.1. After being promoted to S rank, after the whole body was strengthened, Zong Jiu now has immunity to the puppet line, and Zong Jiu now has no power to fight against the devil. But the problem is that he is now in a Super S Grade dungeon, not only the props are banned, but the physical enhancement is also recovered, just like the fish on the chopping board. On the other hand, the demon was born with the ability of the opponent, it is impossible to be deprived of the main system, let alone a relationship household, want to deal with Zong Jiu easily. But Zong Jiu didn''t have any reliance. He pulled his leg and ran in the opposite direction from the other end, while calling for the subsystem in his heart. "Sub-system, can you charm the person in front of you?" After a moment of silence, the subsystem obediently replied [Yes] It is separated from the main system and is equivalent to a program that disconnects the cache. Therefore, even if the main system and the devil have reached a cooperative relationship, it will not affect the sub-systems that do not adhere to the martial arts. The devil can''t come here as a trainee, and can only take advantage of the emptiness of a copy of the npc. It is precisely because of this that Zong Jiu has an opportunity to take advantage of. The white-haired young man turned the two ten-sided dice in his hand without any hesitation. The pink-white dice turned round and round in the void, reflecting a colorful reflection under the elongated firelight. Zong Jiu is also very curious. Reminisce about the reaction of those dungeon NPCs to his words after being charmed. Isn''t it palatable that the effect is placed on one''s old enemy? [Your throwing result is 45/70, the charm is judged successfully] [Because the npc sanity value exceeds the conventional setting of the ID card, this round will automatically enter the confrontation check, and the difficulty is extremely difficult] [This npc is undergoing psychology verification, please wait...] ¡¾End of NPC Psychology Verification¡¿ Before Zong Jiu could hear the judgment result of the sub-system in his mind, the sticky shadow suddenly pierced out of the shadow behind him, dragging the young man''s slender ankle, and dragging him back abruptly. Can''t escape. The cold hand pinched the young man''s jaw, forcing the latter to raise his head and accept the long/driving/straight-in deep/kiss. Compared to the **** kiss that was full of contention and reluctance after the dance party, this kiss was obviously much warmer. Of course, it also contains a stronger desire/thought than last time. The white-haired young man who was arrogant to the flesh is now suppressed by that little struggle, and can only be passively endured. When the magician parted with him out of breath, he saw this scene when he looked up. A dark silhouette was projected in the man''s eyes, the storm began to brew in the dark, and the storm was about to come. Zong Jiu: "..." He murmured inwardly. Damn, I succeeded in fascinating other NPCs. Other NPCs just kneel under the cheongsam and follow their advice and give them what they want. Charm no.1 is successful, just let the other party estrus/love on the spot and support the edge? ? ? What kind of charm rule is this? ? ? Originally the other party was okay, at least it didn''t really move. As a result, now Zong Jiu shot himself in the foot by himself, and he was about to finish. "Charm me?" The devil raised his mouth, and his laughter was hoarse and sultry. "Then see if you have the courage to prepare for the consequences, my dear Magician." Chapter 188: Crazy circus Domemon ran across the dark corridor with his skirt in his arms. After kicking off the high heels that are several centimeters high, his running speed has obviously improved significantly. The torches on both sides were dim, stretching the figure of the Onmyoji infinitely on the wall, reflecting on the dark brick wall. At this time, the Onmyoji Master regretted why he would look at this big and long dress when he changed clothes with Zong Jiu in the first place. This clothes is not only inconvenient for mobility, even if it needs to be carried by hand, it is still so heavy. Originally, the Tuyumen, who was a master of Onmyoji, was a talented person of the legal system who was not standard enough. He had a white stature and was very delicate and weak. Even before he was caught in the infinite loop, he himself was a standard polytechnic otaku who worked in the laboratory-dormitory-cafeteria of the school every day at three o''clock and one line. He would pant into a dead dog after running 800 meters. Although it was better after coming to the infinite loop, it was based on the fact that he used high survival points to forcibly increase his physique point. The result is okay, it''s good for now, to enter the Super S Grade dungeon, all special blood vessels and body strengthening abilities must be eliminated. So Tu Yumen once returned to the pre-liberation period, tearfully accepted this weak chicken body that belonged to him once and did not exercise. If I knew so, why bother in the first place. Whatever you say you have to exercise! He ran barefoot on the cold ground, feeling that now he was pouring lead on his legs, and he almost couldn''t feel his instincts, and his legs were not like his own. At the corner, the roar of the bull''s head and horse''s face can still be heard through the distant corridor. "Quickly, quickly, run to this side!" The other Tauren scratched his head uncertainly, "Big Brother, is it this way? How do I feel that it is on the left." "Stop talking nonsense, then we will split up and go separately, don''t waste time!" "Yes, brother! Brothers come with me!" Immediately afterwards, there was a series of footsteps rushing in the direction of his travel. Seeing this, Tuyumen no longer delayed, and continued to run forward holding the skirt resignedly. He has already ran through two intersections, and the number of people chasing him has dropped to less than a quarter of the original due to the fork in the road. But the problem is that let alone a quarter, even if it is a tauren, dealing with the current Tuyumen is the same as cutting a chicken, there is not much difference. Although he swore his vows in front of Zong Jiu, it really made him go, and Tu Yumen knew very well about his luck. What is the difference between that and self-seeking dead end? Nothing! ! ! He has to speed up. There seemed to be a corner in front of him. If he could walk through that corridor, he would be able to get into the veterinary hospital. Just now when the magician listened, he heard animals discussing this hospital, saying that it was not only large but also had relatively independent wards. If you can hide in, then change into a suit and pretend to be a patient. Wouldn''t it be easy to avoid being searched? Onmyoji thought so, but he didn''t notice that the skirt he was holding slipped for two points, and because his vision was blocked, he didn''t notice this at all. The next second, he didn''t pay attention, stepped on the skirt with one foot, and his body began to lean forward uncontrollably and rolled to the ground. Here comes, the non-chief¡¯s flat ground falls Dafa. Because of bad luck, I suddenly fell into a fall while walking, which has always been a repertoire of the Tu Yumen. In the past, he still had the paper man-style **** and passive onmyoji to help cover it, but now he can only plant one head on the hard ground, and even because of the continuous slippage of the skirt on his hand, the head of the onmyoji is wrapped in a heavy In the skirt, he rolled firmly on the ground twice. "Boom¡ª" Suddenly, the earth revolved around the world, and Tu Yumen headed for Venus. It was too late to feel the pain on his body, but he wanted to get up immediately and continue running. However, his movements were not able to proceed at all, and he couldn''t help but whispered in pain. It''s over, the leg is broken. It stands to reason that just rolling a bit will not cause a broken leg, but it may happen to be at such an angle, and Tu Yumen happened to hit it like this again, and it happened to be folded like this. When people are unlucky, they can really jam their teeth by drinking cold water. It was rolling and crying, and the movement just now was deafening in the empty corridor. The tauren policeman not far away heard the movement, his eyes lit up, and immediately shouted: "On the left! Come here!" Tu Yumen felt that the separation from the magician five minutes ago might be the worst decision he made in his life. Because no matter how he tried to move his body now, there was a sharp pain in his leg, and he couldn''t move at all. In the distance, elongated black shadows have appeared on the corridor walls. The tauren followed the place where the sound had just passed, and rushed in anxiously. It took a long time for Tuyumen to bypass these tauren, and he was chased by the distance he had exhausted, and he was so angry that he choked in his throat and felt extremely uncomfortable. Now, he still has five minutes to remember his life. "Oh, the sub-system, why do you think I am so unlucky after removing blood?" Master Onmyoji raised his head and murmured to himself: "Obviously I won the third prize when I bought a lottery ticket when I entered an infinite loop. Not to mention a natural European emperor, luck is still in the range of ordinary people." [Please make a lucky check for the host] Domemon: "..." Domemon: "Even you have to laugh at me!" He was so angry that he turned his dice. [Your throwing result is 01/50, congratulations, it was a big success] [Lucky success can give you an unexpected surprise at the same time as another surprise, please pay attention to the trainees to check] Domemon:? ? ? Before the awkward expression on Onmyoji''s face had time to bloom, the floor tile that had just been pressed by the palm of his hand suddenly sank by two points. In the next second, the black secret road that suddenly appeared on the wall swallowed the Tuyumen leaning on it, and even the corners of the clothes were not left. All this happened between the electric light and flint. Just a second later, the secret door that opened on the wall was closed again, and a piece of flatness was restored. Sweeping from the outside, there is no way to see that this corridor is covered with the same floor tiles up and down, and there is such a secret hidden under the same floor. Afterwards, the tauren people rushed over the corner, raised their torches, looked at an empty corridor, and looked at each other suspiciously. "What''s the matter? Didn''t the voice just come from here?" "Forget it, maybe you got it wrong? Go to the next hallway and have a look." "Hurry up, it''s already early in the morning. If you haven''t found the two humans in the morning, we''ll be over." "Walk around, go and take a look!" ...... Tu Yumen fell down and fell on a soft cushion. It took him about half a minute for the changes that happened just now to calm down. Although a fractured leg was still hurting, at any rate, it was temporarily free from the pursuit of the tauren, and Master Onmyoji could not help but breathe a sigh of relief. He began to look at the surrounding environment. This is a strange secret room, which looks like an office, surrounded by desks and bookshelves. If it''s an office, who would put an office in a secret room? Since the secret room has appeared, the necessity of its existence must be to store secrets, and there will be no second possibility. "Sub system, I want to roll a first aid." When Onmyoji was trying to see if he could pick up his leg, he suddenly remembered that he ordered first aid, and he still had 40 first aid skills. Mainly because the great success just now gave Tomimon great confidence. He felt that he should be able to suffocate and connect this leg. [Your throwing result is 99/40, if the skill points are less than 50, it is a big failure if the skill points are greater than 96 points] I don''t know why, Master Onmyoji seemed to hear a trace of pity in the cold mechanical sound of the subsystem. [Well, the first aid failed...It''s really rare luck. Fortunately, it didn''t work on your teammates] [So not only did you fail to connect your own leg, you even punched your own leg with the backhand] Onmyoji''s face was distorted, and he fell to the ground with pain, his eyes lost hope. He just kept this salted fish paralyzed posture until he saw the strange triangle symbol on the desk not far away. This symbol is exactly the same as the one they saw on the sign. For a moment, under the influence of fortune and great success, Tu Yumen blessed his soul and suddenly realized. He has seen this symbol, not in this copy. But outside the copy. Because advanced dungeons are likely to be opened multiple times on different timelines, in order to transmit information, the infinitely looping survivors have developed a set of methods to leave marks in the dungeon. Senior survivors will not only leave notes about this copy in a diary, etc., but also mark the location of the notes with symbols to guide latecomers to find their precious mantle. For example, the diaries in the ancient well of the S-level dungeon evil spirits, such as the notebooks in the perfect world of the super-S-level dungeon, are all of the same type. Survivors in the infinite loop were renewed too quickly, even if they were so strong that Guiguzi, who was recognized at the time, was buried in the copy, not to mention other people. So about every few years, the symbols of the information conveyed by the survivors will change, and the range of changes in certain periods of time is particularly large. This is also the reason why Domemon didn''t recognize this symbol in the first time. Because this triangle symbol was used by survivors twenty years ago, it is very different from the symbols used by survivors today and even in previous generations. It can''t be said to be exactly the same, it can only be said that it is irrelevant, and everyone is stunned to look at it. According to the tradition that three years are counted as an infinite cycle, this would have to be reincarnated six or seven times in twenty years. Guiguzi can be regarded as a historical figure in the infinite loop, let alone twenty years ago? This symbol was the same as that of Tuyumen who hurriedly glanced at an S-class copy, and didn''t care at all. It''s no wonder that you can''t remember it on your own if the inspiration is not judged. Thank you very much for this lucky success. ...... On the other side, the white-haired magician was pressed against the wall, and was forced to bend a leg while holding his ankle, his eyes turned red when he was touched. Just as the white-gloved hand was about to slide along the concave line of the back to the tail/vertebrae/bone of the cheongsam beauty, the shadow in front of him suddenly twisted twice abnormally. In the next second, as if being attacked by an irresistible repulsive force, all the shadows suddenly disappeared in place. The last scene that caught my eye was the black-haired demon''s ugly face that was so low that it was about to drip ink. On the empty corridor, Zong Jiu stood firmly again, arranging his clothes, and his smile became thicker. Just now, he passed a lucky check in the subsystem. Usually when the system takes the initiative to ask for a lucky check, the next big thing will happen. If you pass it, you will have unexpected luck. If you don''t, it will be unlucky to sit. The result was a big success. At the moment when no.1 disappeared, the subsystem informed him of the lucky and successful result. [Super S-level dungeon "Crazy Circus" surrounds the dark dimension, and the spatial coordinates change indefinitely, living in the turbulence of time and space] [The npc used unknown means to bypass the dungeon investigation, used power several times, and was noticed by the world''s repulsion] So when he exposed his own demon, he was kicked out by this plane, still at the very close of the battle. Congratulations, congrats. Chapter 189: Crazy circus The corridor was quiet, there was no one, only the dark shadow stretched by the firelight fluttered and jumped. Zong Jiu corrected the slightly messy hem of the cheongsam, picked up the hat on the ground and put it on again. Although nothing happened, the effect of charm success is really not covered. The high slits of Zong Jiu''s black cheongsam were originally on the thighs/legs. As a result, he was grabbed by the devil and pressed against the wall just now, and squeezed/into the leg/between his back forcefully. The ubiquitous darkness surrounding them turned into thousands of cruising shadows, and suddenly tore the high splits to the waist, turning them into two rags dangling slowly in the air. The man''s gloved hands were cold, slender, with well-defined joints, with the unique roughness of the cloth, and easily stirred up a series of tremors on the warm and pale skin. From the beautiful back shape of the youth to the butterfly bone that almost spreads its wings, it gradually moves along the texture lines. After the charm is intensified, the action is no longer the graceful aesthetics of the devil in normal days, but it is rough/violent. The white-haired beauties who have lost the power to resist are simply unable to resist, and can only stand in place and passively bear the love/caress. The slender ankle was held in the palm of his hand, and the end of his eyes was pressed red by the rough glove. The magician''s figure is thin and slender. When the back/waist collapses, two shallow vortices will be formed in the waist. The long white hair that falls like a fireflies swayed with the movement, which is particularly affectionate. It''s as sweet and delicious as a cream cake studded with strawberries. But these are gone, cool. Zong Jiu is in a very good mood now, too good to be better. Charm No. 1 may be his worst move after entering the thriller trainee competition through the book. Super S Grade dungeon will eliminate all enhanced abilities, Tiger Luo Pingyang is deceived by dogs, even S Grade who drags the sky and the earth on weekdays, all beings are equal after entering, and no one is noble than F Grade. But of course, since the devil wanted to push him against the wall, Zong Jiu couldn''t sit still. He still has props. What I didn¡¯t expect was that, before Zong Jiu used the props, he was debuffed with charm debuff No.1 because he used too many powers when subduing the magician, and was caught by the Super S-Rank dungeon for evidence of smuggling. With the help of a lucky and successful check, the instance plane kicked him out. Zong Jiu expressed deep sympathy for this. The ten-faced dice is worthy of a black technology prop. Once the charm is on, the other party will be able to stand up with the naked eye. It is definitely not lost. After the last masquerade party, the two of them kissed and kissed/gun/walked/fired. The degree to which Zong Jiu maliciously crushed his feet. As the saying goes, there are too many emergency brakes, maybe there will be some little-known problems. What if it wilts? Thinking of the ugly face after the other party was forced to stop just now, Zong Jiu''s smile grew stronger, and he didn''t pay attention to the little detail that his clothes were torn to pieces. He bent down, picked up the two pieces of cloth, and tied a knot on himself. Isn''t it good to see that is the second thing? Can you walk with the wind, just let the wind blow your ass? The place where Zong Jiu was standing was not far from the breeding factory they had just visited, just separated by a wall. I can vaguely hear the panting sounds of thousands of human beings when they are forced to mate/breed in the pigsty. There is also a hint of sweetness in the air, which animals use for humans in the breeding factory. Aphrodisiac/aphrodisiac breath. (Special review, this is the background setting of the copy, the identities of animals and humans are exchanged, animals will breed humans in captivity, there is no meaning of / yellow / color, the background of the plot needs to understand it) In addition, the sound of the big herd of bull-headed horses running and shouting in the corridor just now has almost disappeared, and only a roar from a very distant place can be heard occasionally. "Sub-system, give me a sneak peek." [Your throwing result is 45/30, stealth judgment failed] [You feel that your body has not become lighter, and you still make the same walking sound as before] Zong Jiu:? ? ? This is the first throwing failure he has ushered in since entering this Super S Grade dungeon. The magician stood there and touched his nose with some doubts. It doesn''t matter if this sneak throw fails. Zong Jiu comforted himself. There is no one around here anyway, even if he is walking while tap dancing, no one can hear him. There are several roads leading to the veterinary hospital in front of him. The terrain of the entire underground farm tends to look like a large paperclip. Although there are many twists and turns in the middle, as long as you remember the route, you will find that all roads lead to Rome. If you run back, you only need to run through three intersections and you will be able to walk to the destination agreed upon by him and Domi Gate. Thanks to the magician''s innate memory, he can remember a general idea just by looking at it, which is unforgettable. If this is replaced by the Tuyumen, it will be cold, and there is only one way in the mind of the waist onmyoji. Zong Jiu didn''t delay any longer, spread the topographic map in his mind, and walked quickly along the place marked in his memory. However, he hadn''t walked long before he heard a series of footsteps in the corridor in front of him. The footsteps weren''t as rushing as the cow head horse face, on the contrary, there was a briskness. Most importantly, there seems to be only one footstep, oh no, an animal. Zong Jiu squeezed the two ten-sided dice in his hand, ready to throw charm at any time. Although he has a stomachache when it comes to the word charm now, this skill is really easy to use. The next second, a sika deer in a nurse''s uniform appeared around the corner. After seeing him, the front hoof of the sika deer dusted the ground, and an emergency brake came. "Human, what are you doing standing there?" It looked like he was relieved, with condescending arrogance. Looks like this, it shouldn''t be someone from the circus. If it''s a bull-headed horse-faced circus, after seeing his disguise, he should pull on the chain to arrest people. What''s more, this sika deer is still wearing a snow-white nurse''s outfit, and the nurse''s hat on its head is squeezed in the center of the two horns, which is extremely pitiful. Maybe the other party is a nurse at the veterinary hospital. Zong Jiu felt that the sika deer might have admitted the wrong person, so he stood there and didn''t move. Because of the wide brim and the cover of the net yarn, the sika deer can''t see clearly the appearance of this white hair. But I don''t know why, at a glance, it intuitively feels that the face hidden under the hat is not ugly, and it can even be said to be pretty. It''s intuition. Just standing there can feel the charm of gestures, full of strange attraction. Strange, why would such a human want to come to the hospital for surgery? Sika deer thought in his heart, and for a while forgot to take out the human skin paper and ask whether the other party had an appointment for the veterinary surgery in an hour. The pocket watch shook suddenly, recalling its thoughts. "Quickly follow me, there are three others in front of you." While talking, the sika deer turned back and led the way. Zong Jiu: "Sub-system, let''s give a charm." [Your throwing result is 89/70, the charm judgment fails] [Your appearance value and charm value are indeed very high, which made the npc care a little bit, but it is not enough to make it swaying and fascinated] If Zong Jiu was surprised by the failure of the sneak throw just now, then the charm failure this time was a real accident. It''s really weird. Did he speculate that someone used special props for him before, or that he had transferred his luck out of thin air, was wrong? But in any case, he cast a dozen dice before entering this dungeon, and every time he was successful, it didn''t look like there was no problem at all. "Human, why can''t you still come?" Perhaps he had been thinking for a longer time, and the sika deer was a little impatient. It looked down at the pocket watch hanging around his neck, "Hurry up, the operation is about to begin." This line really resembles the March rabbit in Alice in Wonderland. Zong Jiu thought untimely in his heart, squeezed his throat, and followed behind the sika deer. ...... On the other side, Tu Yumen sat on the cold floor of the secret room. Although his leg was still hurting, his mood was very hot. With the inspiration given by the lucky big success, Tu Yumen felt that the light bulb in his mind was suddenly lit. This imprint is a symbol that the survivors of twenty years have left in the copy to convey information to later generations. There is no doubt about this. Just as the sub-system said before, there were indeed survivors who had entered this super-S Grade dungeon world twenty years ago, and there were still five teams. At that time, the subsystem also said that as long as it could find the clues left by these survivors, it might be able to find the information to establish a link with the main system. What''s the matter now, there is nowhere to be found after breaking through the iron shoes, it is all effortless! All alive! Domemon dragged his still sore leg, trying to move slowly to the desk. It''s a pity that this injured leg was really broken and it just happened to be dislocated. In the case of a big failure, he received a strong punch, and it was painful to move it. "Sub-system, let''s have a discussion." The Onmyoji stopped his movements, his tone was coaxing, "Look at my miserable look now, or... we have another first aid?" The news was revealed to him by the magician. It may be due to the disconnection of the network. The sub-system is much easier to talk than the main system. If necessary, you can try to sell and communicate. Tu Yumen felt that his current appearance was miserable enough, and it was so miserable that it couldn''t be more miserable. If you don''t sell badly at this time, when will you wait? The sub-system was silent for a while [In principle, it¡¯s not allowed to check the same skill repeatedly] [However, there are special circumstances in the rules, and "all bets and one dice" can be performed] It''s really useful! The Onmyoji was excited, "You talk about the rules?" [An all-or-nothing dice is the second and last chance. The trainees must bet to be able to throw] [If this throw fails, the trainees will have terrible consequences, such as...] "Follow him, vote for me! Betting on dogs will never admit defeat!" Sub-system: "..." [The result of your all-or-one dice throw is 31/40, congratulations, the first aid decision is successful] [So you took your own leg easily] Tuyu¡¯s facade was ecstatic, and he stood up from the ground with a sigh of relief, and walked on the ground two laps, and found that his painful and unbearable leg is now intact as before. Now he is asked to run a hundred meters on the spot without taking it. The kind of gasping. But having said this-- Onmyoji touched his chin, feeling a little puzzled. "How do I feel... After separating from the magician, my luck improved?" Chapter 190: Crazy circus In fact, the idea of ??Tomimon is by no means a false statement. After throwing a first aid, he stood in the middle of the office and threw a library for use and investigation. The use of library skills is limited to use in front of the library or bookshelves, which is a good one. Searching skills used to inquire a certain specific information can often get some unexpected clues. Not to mention the investigation, it is recognized by all S-level trainees, an absolute magical skill, there is no one. [Your throwing result is 18/30, and the investigation is judged to be successful] [As a professional and experienced survivor, you can naturally find some unusual things in this small office easily, such as about a bookcase behind this wall-mounted bookshelf, such as being jammed in a hurry. Hidden things in other places] [Your throwing result is 11/40, and the library is judged to be successful] [Fortunately, you found some books or books that you need from the large bookshelves on three sides of the office, which may be related to the clues left by the five teams of survivors entering the Super S-Rank 20 years ago. Notes, but if you want to explore further, you need to manually filter by trainees] Two successive throws succeeded, and Onmyoji''s expression became more and more suspicious. If the previous first aid and lucky success can be explained by chance, then the current situation is clearly revealing the problem. When he was experimenting with the magician before, none of the five dice hits. It was all such unlucky luck. Suddenly succeeded four times in a row, which was really flattering enough. But now is not the time to think about this. The magician is not here, even if the Onmyoji wants to show off his luck when the emperor suddenly rises, he can''t show off. In the eyes of other people, he is still that non-Chichi Tu imperial gate. When I thought of this, the Onmyoji stopped cooking. He first put the doubt of his sudden luck getting better, and started to look down at the two clue notes that had been turned out from the bookshelf and other places on the desk after the successful throw. There are five clues in total. Generally speaking, the survivor wants to leave clues and will not choose the most straightforward way. One is that although the survivor has left the dungeon, time in the dungeon has been passing, and there are too many variables. Besides, there are more than just survivors in the copy. Like S-level dungeons and super-S-level dungeons, both form a small world of their own. The NPCs in the dungeons are the aborigines, and the survivors are just travelers who break into their lives. If the diary or notes left behind are seen by the copy npc, the variables will be even greater. This has not happened before. The npc in the copy accidentally discovered the diary that the survivor had hidden before he left, because there were too many clues left in it, which reversed the existence of the infinite loop, and even speculated that the group of survivors might be the next time. Enter the time node of the copy. What''s more terrifying is that it is an S-level copy. So when the next round of survivors came in, the dungeon npc that had known that they existed would be scheming and besieged them collectively. Of the three teams of survivors, only two survived in the end. After that, the survivors compiled a set of passwords and symbols to transmit information, and some survivors even paid points, reached a deal with the main system, and let the main system help encrypt the plaintext. After the survivor comes in at that time, decrypt it through the system. But this is a super-S-level copy, not only will its ability be eliminated, the system can''t overstep the copy plane authority and level encryption. Tuyumen rummaged cautiously, determined repeatedly, and finally found a diary. He is 100% sure that this diary was left by the survivors who entered this copy 20 years ago, because he saw the symbols used by the survivors to communicate on the first page, and even a few words of age. Record. But when he opened the book, there was nothing inside. It can''t be said to be blank, because some of the pages were obviously torn off by brute force, and there are not a few torn off, almost torn away more than half of the whole. Master Onmyoji read the book over and over again, and suddenly opened his eyes when he saw the last page. Tu Yumen suddenly remembered the symbol he and the magician saw at the gate of the underground farm. When they saw it, they both discovered it at the same time. Although the engraved lines are very old, the paint on the symbol seems to have just been painted. Then contact the contact information mentioned in the book... Master Onmyoji gripped the diary, suddenly folded it neatly, unfolded his skirt and tied it around his waist. Although shocked, there is no doubt about this now. The survivor who entered this dungeon twenty years ago is very likely not dead! Earlier, Tuyumen was affected by inertial thinking. After all, it was also a "dead" word for not completing the main task. But now the newly painted paint on the symbol and the constantly updated contact information on the notebook all support the fact that the survivor is still alive. Tu Yumen concealed the shock in his heart, but also had deep doubts. Why is this diary in a secret room that is clearly decorated and concealed? If the survivors are not dead, twenty years have passed. Based on the cruel existence of human beings in this copy, where should they be? ...... On the other end, Zong Jiu, who was following the sika deer nurse, also reached the destination safely all the way. Looking at the snow-white corridor in front of him, the huge red cross, the ubiquitous smell of disinfectant and the words veterinary hospital on the plaque, Zong Jiu knew that he was right. "Human, what are you doing standing there, come in quickly." The sika deer said impatiently, showed the pocket watch on his chest to the black parrot at the door and took a look, and walked in through the door with the white-haired youth. The hospital was all plain white. But this does not mean that there is no one inside. On the contrary, there are not only many animals but also many people here. This was the first time Zong Jiu saw a slightly normal human in this Super S Grade dungeon, and he couldn''t help but glance twice. Quite a few humans who were simply clothed/not/covered/body, or wearing a hospital gown all over their bodies, stood shivering in the corridor. Each of them was dirty and unpleasant, and they looked at Zong Jiu''s straight and sharp eyes, full of unknown malice. "Look at his gray hair..." "I see, after my surgery is finished, I will get one too." "Cut, I don''t know what rare breed he is pretending to be." "If you can make an appointment for the operation, you must not sell your **** less and pretend to be noble." Zong Jiu ignored the whispers between them, his eyes swept lightly across their backs. Without exception, these people have crimson seals on their backs. The words on the seal include "chicken" and "duck", and even "pig" and "cow", just like the "qualified quarantine" printed on pigs in human society. These very insulting words made the magician raise his eyebrows. He still remembered the humans he had seen at the farm with Tomimon before. Those humans who lie on the pigsty and eat pig food have the seal of "pig" on their backs. In the same way, humans who are not producing and mating/mating all the time in the breeding factory are printed with "rats" or "chickens and ducks". In the slaughterhouse, the butchers behead their heads, and almost all of them are "cow" or "pig". Both the "cow" and the "pig" were raised white and fat, with a lot of fat on their bodies and a lot of meat. "Mice" and "chickens and ducks" are good for health, with yellowish faces and thin muscles, and malnutrition. A series of discussions made the sika deer more unhappy, and coldly yelled: "Shut up!" Almost the next moment, the humans standing in the corridor knelt down tremblingly, pressed their heads to the ground as if to please, and kissed the hooves of the sika deer with their mouths. Some people even took off their clothes on the spot, twisted their bodies, and affixed them flatteringly. Zong Jiu found that such cases were not rare. Some human beings and hospital staff openly started **** in the corner, and the scene was extremely disgusting. Reminiscing about the "cost" they had mentioned in their previous whispers, Zong Jiu could almost guess what they used to get the opportunity for surgery. Because they don''t know anything. What can the humans who came out of the breeding factory and the humans rushing to eat in the pigsty learn? Except for the instinct among creatures, they don''t know anything, only this is what they rely on. As for the surgery... Zong Jiu bypassed the people who were queuing, and looked towards the operating room with the lights on in the front. The appearance of the operating room is very simple, even the door is not completely closed. Open a gap. Through the seam exposed at the door, you can see what the operation looks like inside. Doctor Fox in a white coat is holding a dirty scalpel in his hand, holding the blood-stained surgical scissors in the other hand, and impatiently making gestures on the human face lying on the operating table. "What do you want to look like?" The fox was holding the cigarette in his mouth in a cold tone. "Doctor, doctor!" The human voice was excited, "I want to become a cat!" "Cat?" Doctor Fox snorted and spit out the pipe in his mouth, "Just like you, even if you do it a hundred times, it is impossible for you to become the kind that is naturally favored by noble lords in this life." "Then, what should I do?" "What to do? I was born a lowly chicken. Try if I can make you a dog or something." The fox turned the knife in his hand, his tone of disdain, "Don''t move." In the next second, a screaming scream sounded in the narrow operating room. I didn''t know what medicine was applied, and the **** face was completely peeled off. From this look, the operation is obviously not equipped with anesthetic, and you can feel pain just by listening to the sound. Zong Jiu''s heart is clear. It turns out that surgery referred to by veterinarians and sika deer nurses refers to cosmetic surgery, and it is also the only opportunity for these humans to transform from inferior to advanced. It is the only way to grab their heads. After all, too. Even in human society, animals are hierarchical. Some animals are born more equal than others. Like cute cats and lively dogs, they are born to be raised at home as pets. The chickens and ducks have been laying eggs since the moment they were born. Pigs and cows are crowded in the pigsty and bullpen. The meaning of their lives is to keep eating, just for the moment when humans slaughter them and take meat from them in the future. Chapter 191: Crazy circus The screams in the operating room continued. Under the shadowless lamp, the dirty scalpel rises and falls, piercing into the fuzzy and glued flesh and blood, severing a tendon. The torn face was drooping aside, and the ticking blood dripped down the operating table, adding a new layer of blood stain again. Halfway through the operation, Dr. Fox dropped the surgical scissors and was too lazy to take off his rubber gloves, so he was soaked in blood and lit a cigarette again. "Your face is shaved." Its voice sounded impatient, "If you like, let the nurse cut it for you, and then push it forward." The humans guarding the line outside took a breath. Everyone knows the pain of shaving bones. Even if you are mentally prepared, when you really hear that you are about to cut bones, you still can¡¯t help but feel a chill in your back. The person lying on the operating table was shaken into a sieve. But when he remembered that this was his only opportunity to raise his class, he couldn''t help gritting his teeth. "I, I am willing!" These human beings are able to stand here, which in itself is somewhat extraordinary. Either it has some capital, or it is technically good. The animal NPCs in the "Crazy Circus" dungeon world like to keep pets, whether they are nobles or common people, almost every household will keep one. Whether it is used for viewing and amusing, venting/wanting/teaching, it is an excellent choice. Animals divide humans into three, six or nine classes according to their aesthetics. For example, the top "cats" and "dogs". "Cat" and "dog" must have beautiful faces and graceful figures. At the same time, in cats and dogs, breeds and pedigrees are divided internally because of other advantages. For example, beautiful cats and the offspring of beautiful cats are likely to inherit the advantages of their parents, and the same applies to dogs. Only the top nobles can afford cats. Common civilians raise dogs. They are generally native dogs of very ordinary color. Both breed and appearance are quite different. At first glance, it is the assembly line from the veterinary hospital. commodity. But the assembly line products that have come out of plastic surgery have also squeezed their heads. Who doesn''t want to be a cat or a dog. Chickens and ducks, pigs and cows can only be squeezed in the pigsty and cattle pens all their lives, either they are repeating the fate of mating/breeding, or they are raised white and fat waiting to be slaughtered and moved to the food table of the animals. . Chickens and ducks are a little better, at least continuous production can guarantee life, and they will be put to death when they can''t regenerate. Pigs and cows are all crooked winter melon and split dates that grow differently in some days. They were born with no other purpose except for contributing food. It is not a human who looks good without being born. These humans stayed in the pigpen since they were young, and when they grew up, they flew on the branches and turned into phoenixes. They suddenly escaped from the quagmire and cruel fate and became domestic pets. Excluding the food that God eats, most of the other human beings save enough salary in the factory to please the farmer or the nurse in the hospital. Only then can they get a chance to enter the veterinary hospital for plastic surgery. Every year the underground farm will hold a new rating, can it be transformed in one fell swoop. Just like these humans in line now. Either they are the top cards of the breeding factory, and they use their best ability to climb up. Either it is the underground boss of the breeding farm. The humans in the pigpen can''t beat him. They have experienced low-level education. At least unlike the low-grade pigs that Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen saw, they only rely on instinct to eat. Can''t even speak. Doctor Fox was not surprised by his choice. Its face was scornful of the lowly human species. After flicking the soot on its hand, he motioned to the nurse to push the human directly out. "Next." The person at the front of the line was about to come in, when the spotted deer guarding the door suddenly snorted, "Don''t jump in the line." In the entire underground farm, the words of animals are equivalent to the holy scriptures of the holy religion, which cannot be disobeyed or violated. What''s more, this is a nurse in a veterinary hospital, who can easily determine their fate, not to mention the existence. If you are in a bad mood, you can say you don''t do the operation and you are in control of life and death at any time. The human hurriedly knelt down and licked the hooves of the sika deer eagerly, repeating the words of apology. For a while, the people in the hallway lowered their eyebrows and glared at the person who jumped in line, for fear that it would offend the medical staff, the one who just left the stall in a bad mood. The sika deer arrogantly glanced at the kneeling human, lifted his chin, and looked at Zong Jiu, who was standing in the distance and had nothing to do with him. Zong Jiu didn''t notice this line of sight for the first time. Because he was looking up at a painting posted on the wall of the hospital. This is a very strange painting. The frame is neatly mounted on all sides with expensive gold frames. The background of the picture is dark, the sky and the earth are dim, almost eternal night. In the center of the painting, inside the huge circus tent, all the onlookers are dressed in black robes, wearing tall pointed wizard hats, and the whole body is full of strange and unknown colors. There were a large number of onlookers, and the black robe and Yongye on their bodies became one. These black robes, who don''t know whether it is an animal or a human, surround a high platform. There is nothing on the high platform, only the blood that is constantly pouring out, sticky scarlet. There is no doubt that this painting is extremely weird, without beginning or ending. At the moment Zong Jiu saw the picture clearly, an inexplicable nausea and hatred hit him together. It feels like a nightmare like a devil, but also like an illusion during a brief period of insanity. The nausea rushes from the stomach sac to the esophagus, and finally squeezes into the throat. It makes people feel retching. [Because of looking directly at something extremely filthy, you need to pass a sanity check. If the check fails, the sanity value ranging from 1 to 10 will be deducted. If the test is successful, the sanity value ranging from 1 to 4 will be deducted. Please] The white-haired magician closed his eyes, and the ten-sided dice rolled around in the void. [Your throwing result 29/50, congratulations, the sanity check succeeded] [Successful sanity check, I will perform a secret die on you] [Your sanity value is subtracted by 2, S-level trainee Zongjiu now has a sanity value of 46/50] Good guy, this painting is really mentally polluting. In a disgusting dizziness, Zong Jiu bent his knuckles, gently rubbed the temples on both sides of his head, calming his breathing. There is a problem with this copy. This level of darkness can only be compared to the "perfect world" Zong Jiu once saw in the little devil''s memory. However, the devil, as a container, is poured into the malice of the whole world, which is much more substantial than the hatred of this copy today, and will not reduce the rational value of a person in a face-to-face encounter. The mental pollution of Crazy Circus dungeon is crazier, more disorderly, and more indescribable. If you look at it again, Zong Jiu can''t guarantee that he will continue to deduct sanity points. If he loses one-fifth of his sanity within a day, that is, ten points, he will fall into a temporary state of madness according to the points system. Zong Jiu didn''t want to become like no.1 at all. So after he recovered, the sika deer nurse had already arrived in front of him with a bad tone. The opponent raised his hoof high, and he was about to kick him. "Are you incomprehensible, lowly human?" It stood at the door of the operating room and called the human several times, but the other party didn''t even respond. Sika deer could not help but make the fire. The line-up person couldn''t find the way, and he needed it to lead the way personally. Even if he hadn''t flattered him along the way, he was still in full view of him and ignored him in public. Originally, the sika deer was still distracted by this human who hides his face under the large lady''s hat and can''t see his face, but is really good-looking. What kind of human have never seen the nurses in the veterinary hospital? How many humble animals want to get a little benefit here, it can be said that they have exhausted all their means and tried their best. The other humans all stood aside, gloating at the play. "Hahaha, this white hair is going to be unlucky." "I''ve seen him upset a long time ago, what are you pretending to be, he is not all the same." "Yes, with a big hat, I guess I know I''m ugly." Even though they couldn''t see the white-haired face clearly, they also instinctively felt that the other party was not a person whose appearance could be worse. In a society ruled by animals, appearance is the number one reliance on human beings. Naturally, the fewer competitors, the better. However, in the next second, someone suddenly kicked the hospital door open. The Onmyoji is holding the skirt, and striding forward: "Nine brothers! I found the clue! Come with me!" Zong Jiu took advantage of this opportunity to roll flexibly on the ground, escaped the trampling of the sika deer, and ran towards the entrance of the hospital. "go!" I originally thought that the veterinary hospital would be a shelter, but now it seems that the whole body is pretty good without being sent to the operating table. Compared with the bull-headed horse-faced face outside, this place is no less than Longtan Tiger Den. Seeing the excitement of Tu Yumen''s face, I am afraid that not only did he find a clue, he also found a temporarily safe area. If you don''t run at this time, when will you stay? So Zong Jiu didn''t even glance at the humans behind him, turned his head and ran away. The veterinary hospital exclaimed. "It''s a husky!" "How can such a rare breed appear on the underground farm?!" As early as when the leg was broken, the hat on the head of Tu Yumen rolled around and fell into the secret room. His disguise has long since been lifted, and now everyone can tell that he is a man who wears women''s clothes calmly. Of course, Zong Jiu didn''t let it go. When he evaded the sika deer''s attack, the hat on his head rolled off, and even the cat-ear hairband hung on the top of his head crookedly, shaking. The moment he ran out of the hospital, he turned his face slightly. As if pressing a still symbol, the hospital was full of silence. If you want to rank your appearance, Zong Jiu''s 90-point appearance value adds 70 charm, and the degree of not disguising himself is probably the level of beauty that everyone can see without walking. Otherwise, when at the auction, the nobles and ladies would not scream for this beautiful white/pink cat, and even the crown prince could not look away, so they called and tried to intercept the right to use it in advance. The white-haired magician stomped on the aesthetic point of this super S-grade dungeon npc, and even the nobles could not wait to imprison him for a second, let alone these civilians? The first round: The magician takes the lead in using beauty attacks, relying on beauty to attack, and the effect is outstanding. Conclusion: People who are good-looking can really do whatever they want. Chapter 192: Crazy circus According to the definition of the identity card, if the appearance value of 90 is placed on the earth, it is probably a beauty who can surprise an era. The appearance value of more than 99 does not belong to the category of humans, but according to common sense, the appearance value of humans can only hover between 15 and 90. If Notre Dame de Paris becomes true, the bell ringer Quasimodo should be. This is an example of an appearance value of 15. If the appearance value is too low, you can fear the enemy or teammate with your face. The appearance value is too high for the same reason. Both the human and the animals in this Super S Grade dungeon are shining visual animals. If the appearance value is high, the initial goodwill of the npc will be high, making it easier for the trainees to achieve their goals. But obviously, Zong Jiu didn''t force the number of his excessive appearance. All his thoughts are all about pulling Tu Yumen and running together. The two men rushed straight out of the hospital lobby and started running wildly in the corridor. "What clue did you find?" While running, Zong Jiu asked Onmyoji. "Too late to explain, you follow me, I found a secret room in the corridor, and found clues left by the survivors twenty years ago in it." Tu Yumen ran, panting and replied, "As long as we run past this corner--" He immediately rushed forward, suddenly stopped, looked at the two fork roads in front of him, dumbfounded. "Wait, wait, which way did I come from just now?" Zong Jiu: "..." It is worthy of the Tuyumen, the capital is unreliable. "Hey, hey, don''t show that expression, let me tell you, I am now the emperor of Europe." Onmyoji refused to accept, "Sub-system, come and give me a piloting skill." The subsystem took the lead happily. [Your throwing result is 99/15, congratulations, it is a big failure] Domemon: "..." [So not only did you not remember which way to go back, you even completely forgot the way from the secret room to the veterinary hospital. where. If there is no one to help you lead the way, the pilot under the big failure will make you lose all sense of direction and go around in circles] Tu Yumen jumped up from the ground with anger, "Fart! There must be a problem with this dice. Not only did I throw a lucky success just now, but even the investigation, library use and first aid were all judged to be successful, how could it be a big failure!" Zong Jiuyong is not surprised, we all understand. Jpg''s eyes look at him, making him feel a burst of speechless hurt. Master Onmyoji was extremely aggrieved, "What I said is true, it is not deceived. After I separated from you just now, my luck became better. Who knows that as soon as I ran into you..." Halfway through the conversation, Tu Yumen suddenly realized something, closed his mouth again, and looked back at the white-haired young man with shocked eyes. Zong Jiu: "Why are you looking at me?" Although he said so, Zong Jiu himself vaguely made a bold guess. This thing will never happen by coincidence. After Tu Yumen separated from him, the opponent''s luck improved, but Zong Jiu''s luck became worse. Several times the dice throws were consecutively failed judgments, which looked like the dice had been filled with lead. In order to prove his innocence, Zong Jiu threw a dice symbolically under his piercing gaze. [Your throwing result is 7/30, listening to judge success] [You hear a sound that is not clear from the corridor on the left, it seems a bit like the noisy running of bullheads and horsemen dragging iron chains] "This may be an accident, you say it''s not." The magician comforted Tu Yumen, "This thing is so coincidental, don''t think too much." "Do not." The Onmyoji cast a faint look at him: "I just let the subsystem pass a psychology check for you, and I found that you are in a guilty conscience." Zong Jiu: "...Ahahaha." Why is my heart guilty, because Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen''s thinking is strangely synchronized now. They all came up with the same idea. In the past, Tu Yumen said that he still had some small Europeans before he obtained the onmyoji lineage. If he had nothing to do, he could win the third prize by buying a lottery ticket. This kind of luck was not regarded as the European emperor, but it was also considered illegal. As a result, as long as the Tuyumen and Zongjiu stayed together, Zongjiu would vote 10 out of ten, but Tuyumen would fail. On the contrary, after the separation, the luck of the two changed again. I don''t know why, the Onmyoji once again remembered that when a group of S-class gathered in the meeting room to discuss the countermeasures of the next instance, Zhuge secretly gave a meaningful look. If this is nothing, Zhuge secretly asked him a few words later, whether he would protect the magician''s safety. At that time, Tu Yumen thought that the other party was evaluating performance, so naturally he nodded and said of course. Tuyumen, Master Duan Shui, has a good relationship with all parties. Although several other organizations hate Zhuge Anna, anyhow Onmyoji has no grievances with him, and he does not know him, so he is right. The cognition of no.3 only stays at the level of "danger" and "just don''t mess with it". As a result, who would have thought that at the Masquerade Ball, Tu Yumen was smashed by Zhuge. From then on, any sight of Onmyoji to Zhuge An was a masterpiece of alarm bells. It just so happens that the ability of No. 3 has a deep relationship with Taoism. If you have to say it, Onmyoji even originated from Taoism. It''s like a great-grandson meeting the ancestor, and you can''t play with it. Coincidentally, the theory of yin and yang and the five elements is really lucky, and Tu Yumen as an onmyoji is also slightly involved. Reminiscent of no.3, as a military strategist, he took care of all aspects of the magician with care. Tu Yumen felt that he might have been secretly regarded by Zhuge as a guinea pig for the magician. Good guy, although he agreed to protect the savior, Zhuge''s secret method is too dark! Not abiding by martial arts! ! ! So Onmyoji looked at Zong Jiu with accusing eyes. The latter laughed twice and quickly changed the subject, "Let¡¯s run to the right first. Even if we can¡¯t find the secret room, we should find a quieter place and discuss the clues you found. How about?" Indeed, this is not the time to discuss these. The animals in the veterinary hospital at the back should have not received the alert that precious humans have escaped from the auction venue, so there are no doctors and nurses to catch up at this moment, just avoid the bull''s head and horse face. After interrupting the topic, the two men resumed their life-death rush. Tu Yumen had completely lost the sense of direction now, and could only follow Zong Jiu behind. He had to go wherever the other party took him, without any right to speak. After bypassing three intersections, they stopped. "Okay, just here." Zong Jiu threw a listener again, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong, he turned around and urged Tu Yumen: "What clues did you find." "wait." Standing on the spot, Tu Yumen began to lift up his skirt, and fumbled into his pants/crotch. After a long while, Master Yin and Yang took out a diary from the elastic band around his waist, and handed it over: "No, take a look." Zong Jiu was silent for a while, barely overcoming his own psychological barrier, and took over the torn book. "I suspect that the survivor who came to this Super S Grade dungeon 20 years ago is not dead yet." Tu Yumen watched the magician turn to the end, explaining: "This symbol is different from what we saw on the sign. The above symbol is available. We can use the symbol and leave through the system. The survivors of the symbol got in touch, but I think things are a little weird, so I plan to come and meet you first, and then make a decision after discussing with you." The survivors of twenty years ago weren''t dead yet? Zong Jiu similarly twisted his eyebrows. They all realized that the biggest doubt was locked in. After entering the dungeon, you will need to pick up the main task. After the main task is completed, you can return to the infinite loop at any time. If the main task cannot be completed, the trainee will be obliterated on the spot. This is a paradox. If the main task can be completed, the trainee will immediately return to the infinite loop, and it is impossible to be allowed to stay in the dungeon world. But if the task is not completed, how can a survivor of twenty years ago be able to survive? Zong Jiu thought about it carefully, and immediately understood the key. "Sub-system, have you concealed any information?" He looked like he was inquiring about sins, and he silenced the sub-system that was not deeply involved in the world. "You''d better explain it honestly, now we are the grasshoppers tied to a line." Zong Jiu increased the firepower and began to bombard: "It is the first day, and it will dawn soon. After two days, your energy will be exhausted. If we can''t find a way back and be trapped here forever, then you It''s also impossible to return to the main system. You are also a mature sub-system, so you can figure it out by yourself." ¡¾......¡¿ [Twenty years ago, this dungeon was still divided into the light dimension. After the five teams of survivors entered 20 years ago, this dungeon gradually shifted from the light dimension to the dark dimension] After the system was silent for a while, I briefly explained the concepts of light and dark dimensions to them. [In the records of the main system, the survivors of this dungeon were indeed wiped out. The main missions issued at that time showed that there was no survivor who successfully completed the mission.] Both S-classes smelled conspiracy from it. It''s not the other, but the intention of the person who left the symbol. "What are you doing now? How about I still try to contact this symbol?" Onmyoji scratched his head: "The other pages have been torn off. The owner of the diary obviously didn''t give us other choices." If you don''t try to contact the survivor from twenty years ago, even if this clue that was finally obtained is useless, they will have to crash like a headless fly like before. But the current situation is difficult to understand. There are only two days left, and there are two days left, the energy of the sub-system will be exhausted, and they will lose the cheating tool of ten-sided dice. "Use." Zong Jiu made a decisive decision. Whether he is a man or a ghost, try it first. It is an enemy or a friend. Soldiers come to block, water comes to cover, and no matter how much he still has the European spirit stolen from the Tuyumen, what is there to be afraid of! "Okay, then I will let the system use it." Tu Yumen responded and contacted the subsystem. The next second, the symbol glowed with a burst of purple light. Both people stared at the symbol and remained silent for several minutes. Unexpectedly, nothing happened. "what happened?" Tu Yumen picked up the diary and turned two pages forward: "I already..." He suddenly lost his words. On the first two pages, a strange black-and-white photo suddenly appeared on a blank sheet of paper. Logically speaking, according to the copy of Crazy Circus, which is similar to the medieval productivity of the earth, photos should not appear, but it does appear that way. This is definitely left by those who survived twenty years ago! Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen realized this at the same time, but in the next second, they were all attracted by what was taken in that photo. A deeper, darker negative emotion swept their minds. At the same time, in countless dimensions, beyond epochs and planes, the monotonous flute sound of repetition, hollowness and hatred rang. This obscure tone of hatred sounded in my ears, repeating the pale roar. No words can describe the existence of this black-and-white photo. Because that represents the inexplicable supreme fear. [You seem to be targeted by some of the most inexplicable evil in the universe] [Because of the sudden shock of reason, the system will replace you to throw twice] [Your sanity value minus 6 points at the same time] [S-level trainee Zongjiu''s sanity score is 40/50, S-level trainee Domimon''s sanity score is 40/50¡¿ [The loss of sanity reaches one-fifth in a day, and the trainees will enter a state of uncertainty and madness] [You got a crazy state: temporary amnesia] [Duration of negative state: five hours] [After five hours, the trainees will automatically regain consciousness, good luck to you all] Temporary amnesia is a negative condition after trainees enter a state of uncertainty and madness. In general, the trainees will forget the memory of the present, the present and the future. Maybe they were still talking in a safe place before they lost their memory on the spot. When they wake up in the next moment, they will have stood in front of the terrible monster and have forgotten everything that happened in the past few hours. This is undoubtedly an extremely terrifying symptom of madness. A second before losing his mind, Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen exchanged a solemn look. Obviously, they have been calculated. The survivor who survived knew that someone would enter this dungeon world in the future, and deliberately left conspicuous clues, deliberately only giving them such a way...Finally, let them deliberately see this photo. Even going back further, maybe those survivors are the real culprits who summon them to enter this super S-class instance world! In the next second, the two people''s sanity fell into temporary amnesia. When he opened his eyes again, Zong Jiu found himself once again in a cage of cold steel cutting. The memory of the first five hours was blank and faulty. His hands and feet were again tied with cold shackles, his clothes were in tatters, and his bare feet were walking on the furry carpet in the cage, pale and delicate. Under countless spotlights, the white-haired youth''s appearance that is not like ordinary people seems to be attached with a layer of magic. At the auction venue, the eyes of the nobles lit up, like thousands of unknown and filthy lights in the darkness. The host stood beside the cage and shouted excitedly. "Next, it''s time to auction this precious cat. Are you ready!" Chapter 193: Crazy circus When you close your eyes and open your eyes, how does it feel to be back to square one? Anyway, authentic nine feels terrible. The nausea and discomfort that have just been released from the sequelae of indefinite madness are still there. When he stepped barefoot in the cage, he only felt that the light he saw in front of him was intertwined with the countless gazes below, full of sticky malice, and it was even more nauseating. Zong Jiu would rather enjoy the gaze from no.1, wishing to take him apart, and he was unwilling to accept the unconcealed malice of these animals. This will make him feel a desire for destruction. The sub-system is actually right. Since entering this copy, he has been perpetuated by the ubiquitous malicious influence of this copy. Only by constantly repressing and repressing can he restrain his desire for destruction/hope in his heart. The background of this copy, as well as the npc, all revealed a morbid madness. Not only are they crazy, they also have a tendency to infect normal people and drag all outsiders to go crazy. The young man stood in the center of the cage, his hands bound by chains, his white hair slid down his back, and the expression on his face was cold and distant. Perhaps it is this indifference that makes the animals below become more excited and desire to conquer. Such a beautiful kitty, whether in shape or face, is the best among the best. Who doesn''t want to take it home? The nobles below are whispering. "The first beauty in the Duke''s house seems to be giving way." "That''s not right, let me tell you, the first beauty is placed in front of this cat, just like a star meets the sun, and shoes don¡¯t fit." "Yes, but the first beauty was not photographed last time. His Royal Highness has been irritated. It seems that this time he is going to win back a city." "That''s not easy to say, don''t forget, the Duke is still the same now..." The talking lady covered her mouth and nose with a fan, and lowered her voice, "If your Excellency insists on making a move, the crown prince will still find it difficult to get any benefit from it. I guess she will have to give up her love." Now that the royal family is declining, the king can even be regarded as a puppet supported by the duke, and nearly 70% of the power of the entire kingdom is in the hands of the duke and his family. Looking at the recent news, a prince has already been favored by the duke, and it is very likely that the royal city will usher in a major turmoil soon. The nobles can see clearly who is the real power, and who is just an under-fed cub who may die at any time. Even the king doesn''t have much real power, let alone the crown prince? Today''s crown prince happens to be restless, with ambition written on his face, trying to gather power, fearing that it will be cleaned up sooner or later. "But it''s not easy to say that the crown prince is here for today''s auction, but the Duke has not been there for a long time." Another brown bear nobleman took care of the scarf on his body, "If the Duke does not come, then I am afraid this little cat will be succeeded by the prince." This is true. It stands to reason that this kind of annual auction will not be absent from the big figures of the upper class. But this time, all the other big figures showed up, but the biggest one didn''t come. Everyone looked at the most central box above, which was still dark. As we all know, only the Duke can enjoy the long-term and only box in the circus. The box is just above all the auditoriums, like a star holding the moon, despising sentient beings, enough to show your identity. The brown bear picked up the pipe lying aside and squinted his eyes. An iron chain is attached to its seat, and the iron chain is holding the steel collar and tied to the neck of a human being. Seeing him raising his hand, the naked human hurriedly crawled over and lighted it up like it. The brown bear patted the human **** rewardingly, and a deep blood trace was drawn. The latter did not dare to scream, but lay on the ground and tilted higher, so that other nobles could watch the flower arrangements and tattoos behind him. "Unfortunately, such a beauty is the carnival sacrifice chosen by the cult." The nobles shook their heads regretfully: "There are only three days of use rights, which is a pity. Even if you buy it back and don''t get out of bed for three days, it will be a real loss." Even the three-day use right is definitely not what they can think of. In short, in this auction, under the power, the auctioned items appear to be of secondary importance. Everyone knows that in order to fight for a breath, the crown prince will go to great lengths to take the right to use this cat. Sure enough, just after the host announced the start of the auction, a voice came from the venue. "Fifty thousand gold coins." really. Other nobles showed unspoken eyes. "Fifty thousand gold coins once! If there is no higher price within three times, this little cat will be taken away by His Royal Highness!" The host was not surprised. The other party has long been in contact with the circus privately, but now it''s just a process. No animals speak under the stage. Since the crown prince took action, they would not go beyond their power. It is the tradition of the nobility to leave a thin face to the royal family. Besides, the skinny camel is bigger than the horse, even if the royal family declines, it is relative to the duke. In this animal society with a strict system of rights, it couldn''t be easier for the royal family to execute several nonsense nobles. Instead, the crown prince stood up by himself. The crown prince was a pitch-black wolf, wearing a golden double-breasted fur coat and an expensive top hat made of human hair. There was a fierce light shining in his green eyes, and he fell on the white-haired young man at the auction stand undisguisedly, proud and triumphant. Zong Jiu didn''t look at it. After suppressing the inexplicable irritability in his heart, he looked back instead. He was the only cage on the auction stage, and Tu Yumen was missing. Since both of them received the crazy punishment of temporary amnesia in the middle, Zong Jiu is not sure whether Onmyoji was caught back to the auction house like him. Now the two of them are equivalent to being separated again. Since Zhuge secretly chose to borrow luck from the Tuyumen, it shows that the other party''s own luck is actually pretty good. Even if Tu Yumen was also captured, Zong Jiu is now being auctioned, which undoubtedly bought him time. In addition, the Onmyoji also brought a B-level prop. If you are lucky, Tu Yumen may be able to escape from the backstage again. On the other hand, Zong Jiu is difficult. He is in the meeting place now, and under the eyes of everyone, even if he is given the unlucky European emperor''s luck, it is difficult for him to escape his birth by relying only on ten-sided dice. "Fifty thousand gold coins twice!" The little cat''s indifference made the crown prince feel a little unhappy. He took a funny cat stick from the kneeling human servant and stretched it in along the gap of the iron cage, trying to scratch the cat''s beautiful jaw line a few times. Zong Jiu sneered, and the iron chain in his hand folded, breaking the funny cat stick like a trick. This is tantamount to hitting the crown prince in the face brightly. The look in the eyes of those nobles watching the show made it even more angry. "Very good, strong enough, I like it." The latter laughed instead of anger, and motioned to his servant to present a whip. The other animals all looked at its movements and showed surprised expressions. The crown prince actually wanted to tune/teach this beautiful cat on-site at the auction! Teach/teach pets is something that almost all animals will do to their pet humans, not just limited to nobles. Even some aristocrats like to have strong temperament, and they will buy from other private organizations the best varieties that were not cultivated in underground farms since they were young. Human beings cultivated by private institutions inherit the lineage and advantages of their parents, and their appearance will never be worse. Since childhood, he was spoiled, and his temperament was deliberately cultivated to be arrogant and lawless. The more this is, the more interesting it will be when it is tuned/teached in adulthood. As the buyer who basically fixed the cat, the crown prince certainly has this power, not to mention its royal status. At least no one in the room dared to stop it. There were many whips that came up, all of different thicknesses and sizes, some were thin, and some were full of steel barbs. "If you kneel down and lick my feet now, I shouldn''t consider letting you go." The crown prince''s wolf claws swept over the thickest whip, his tone threatening. When Zong Jiuquan didn''t hear it, the disgust in his pale pink eyes grew thicker, and a shadow was forming vaguely. He was ready to use the Joker and Mad Hatter friendship cards to make a big fuss in this disgusting auction venue. "good very good." The crown prince angrily picked up the thickest one and motioned to the host to open the door of the cage. "You see that this shot is for the right to use. Your Highness, you must be careful not to play it to death, otherwise we are really not good at dealing with the cult..." The host opened the door of the iron cage for him, nodded and bowed, for fear of angering the master. "roll!" The crown prince was getting angry. Where would he care for a servant, the whip in his hand was soaring hunting, but it fell on the host first, and the whip directly drew the latter from the auction stage. The host rolled a few times on the carpet, knocked to the edge of the stone pillar, his head broke and he was unconscious. Seeing this scene, the nobles present were even more silent. Since the crown prince has such a Yaxing who tunes/teaches pets in full view, everyone feels nothing. Anyway, the aristocracy''s misfortune/chaos is not a day or two. I haven''t played any tricks, and the public tuning/teaching is even the lightest kind. If you can''t take pictures of this beautiful kitten, you can feast your eyes on seeing him being whipped in public. Just at the moment of the moment, a shout came from the door: "Stop!" The next second, the heavy door of the auction venue was suddenly opened. A team of knights wearing steel helmets and armors filed in from the door, each step on the ground causing a slight shock. They wear sharp swords, and the front one is holding a black iron long/gun, and the cloak on the back is embroidered with a cold shield-shaped family crest, like the same team of night death gods, coming to capture the offenders anytime and anywhere Life. "It''s the army of the duke''s family!" "What''s the matter, how could your Excellency suddenly use private soldiers!" Now all the nobles who had been sitting there for a long time to watch the excitement couldn''t sit still, and stood up one by one, Hua Rong eclipsed. Needless to say, what it means to have military power in the mid-century years of productivity. At the moment when the army appeared, the nobles thought that His Excellency the Duke was finally going to make a move and directly sought power to usurp the throne. As a result, no one expected that the knight commander in the lead just walked forward with a gun. Even when facing the crown prince, the knight''s horse face hidden under the helmet did not show any fear at all. "This human being, Your Excellency the Duke has indicated that he wants to, and his Highness is also pleased to cut his love." The knight commander''s tone was flat and seemed to be explaining something that couldn''t be more normal. This is a declarative sentence, not an interrogative sentence of questioning tone. After saying this, it waved its hand directly, indicating that the knight behind him would directly take Zong Jiu away. "No, why are you¡ª" The crown prince''s face was distorted, green and white, embarrassing. At this moment, the noisy meeting place suddenly fell silent. Because the nobles saw the carriage that stopped silently at the door. The carriage is cold in color and very inconspicuous. If it hadn''t been embroidered with a shield-shaped family crest on the tapestry hanging at the door, I''m afraid no one would pay attention to it at night. Although the people on the carriage did not show signs of getting off the carriage, its appearance has already explained too much. Seeing this scene, all the nobles gasped in air, and their faces were shocked. Your Excellency the Duke is here in person! At this time, even the arrogant crown prince shook like a mouse whose tail was stepped on. The Duke¡¯s army directly surrounded the auction venue. Under such circumstances, who would dare not know the current affairs? So in such a cold atmosphere, the chain in Zong Jiu''s hand was cut by the knight commander''s sword, and a crisp collision was issued. However, only the chain was cut off, and the shackles at the end were still worn on the magician''s hands and feet. These uninvited knights didn''t seem to want to help him untie, but stood silently to the sides to make a way out. The animals just watched the white-haired cat walk all the way from the road escorted by the knights to the carriage. They didn''t dare to let out the atmosphere, and exchanged shocked eyes with each other. Who can think of it. Your Excellency the Duke dispatched an army. When everyone thought it was a coup/d''etat, they were told that you were only trying to grab a kitty? Zong Jiu was indifferent and calm, and actually urged the subsystem to prepare to use props, ready to run away at any time. As a result, at the moment he was about to break through the army blockade, countless invisible steel wires flashed through the air suddenly, and an irresistible force from his back pushed the magician straight to the door of the carriage. From under the thick curtain stretched out a cold and familiar hand, involuntarily wrapped his arm around the magician''s waist, and pulled the person onto his leg. Chapter 194: Crazy circus In the auction venue, the nobles did not dare to show up one by one. Not only the nobles, but even the cloaked and pointed hat members who were the first to guard around the auction were quiet as chickens. The armor lines of the surrounding army were cold and hard, like a silent statue. The iron swords and spears in their hands were already sharp enough to scare the surrounding animals. These armies have really seen blood. They often conduct human hunting conferences in suburban hunting grounds. The blood can be smelled from far away. It is definitely a big killer to use it to suppress various ill-conceived nobles. A few years ago, a group of nobles attempted to rebel, and they were **** suppressed. From then on, the name of this ducal army has made the nobles frightened and clamped their tails to make animals. But who would have thought that this time they went out for a beautiful cat that was being auctioned? ¡®You can¡¯t just look at things on the surface. Maybe your Excellency suddenly killed him this time. In fact, his intention was to give the crown prince a smashing power? ¡¯ ¡®I think this speculation makes sense, it is very likely that it is. ¡¯ The nobles exchanged their gazes in silence. Their conjectures are not wrong. After all, just because a cat mobilized an army, it was a little too outrageous. If power is added to this cat, then this matter becomes clear. The duke probably thinks that the crown prince has jumped too much recently, so he intends to take this opportunity to give him a hard hit to let the royal family know who is the real power behind the scenes. It¡¯s really miserable. Last year, I was cut off by the Duke during the auction. But this year, I was cut off again, with the army still. The other nobles showed sympathetic eyes. The crown prince felt the gaze from all directions, his wolf claws clenched, and he became more and more angry. It endured and endured, and suddenly stepped forward and stepped forward. The knight guarding the side subconsciously wanted to stop it, but was slammed by the whip in his hand. "What kind of a **** are you, dare to block the way of the royal family?" Upon seeing this, the knight commander quickly hit the knight with a sword, forcing the latter to kneel. "Sorry, your highness, this is a new soldier. I don''t know how to do it. I apologize for you." At any rate, the crown prince will be better off in terms of face, after all, it also knows in his heart that this is the other side giving it a step down. If it really wants to be investigated, the crown prince does not have the power to deal with the private soldiers of the duke. In any case, it is enough to respect the royal family on the bright side and guard their precarious dignity. The crown prince was not easy to attack, so he grunted coldly and walked straight to the door. All animals watched its movements. The crown prince walked very heavy every step, and at a glance he knew that he was mad in his heart, but he still had to put on a polite look on his face, which was really uncontrollable. It walked to the carriage at the door, stared at the carriage door with glowing green eyes, and said word by word. "Yean, Lord Duke." The eyes of all the animals turned to the carriage. Everyone could see clearly just now. When the knight led the cat to the door, the person in the carriage pulled him in. Now that the curtain is down, who knows what is happening in the carriage. The man in the carriage chuckled, "You gasp." The magician was forced to sit on the man''s lap with his hands shackled in front of him. Through the broken parts of his clothes, he could see the pale skin inside, and the dark areas were plated with a hazy cold light. He sat very steadily. Even when some people raised their legs maliciously, his upper body didn''t panic. Instead, he slowly raised his legs and stepped on the man''s shirt so as not to slide down the low place like this. "Fuck, you have to breathe." Zong Jiu sneered. The white-haired youth did not wear shoes. Walking through the auction hall barefoot all the way, it is inevitable to get a little dust, and now he bent his legs and stepped on the devil''s chest, not only stomping on the neat clothes of the latter, but also just convenient for the latter. The Duke lazily propped his head and made no response to Zong Jiu¡¯s condescending provocation. Instead, he held the young man¡¯s slender waist with one hand, and his scorching/hot eyes lingered on the opponent¡¯s thighs/roots/parts. Aggressive. The animals outside did not dare to come out, and they were all in awe. All eyes were focused on the door of the carriage, waiting for the answer from that person. It is estimated that no one would have thought that such a scene would appear inside the carriage now. "What can I do then?" no.1 said slowly: "If you don''t breathe, how do they know what we are doing now." "Oh?" Zong Jiu asked back, lowered his head, and the white hair on his forehead slipped down and fluttered on his chest. When he noticed that the young man''s feet seemed to move downstream and stepped on a certain dangerous area, the demon finally moved. In other words, it was not that he moved, but that the shadow moved. Now the night is deep, with stars and moons shining brightly. Darkness fell from the sky and enveloped the earth. There were no lights in the carriage, and all the lighting depended on the moonlight streaming in through the cracks in the windows. After removing the eye enhancement ability, Zong Jiu now does not have the night vision ability, seeing everything is dark. The hand outstretched in the shadow grabbed his ankle in warning. "Don''t move." The palm of his hand moved down, bringing the young man''s bare/bare toes together with the freezing temperature. The dust on the soles of the feet soiled the devil''s white gloves, which had always been spotless, and the gray-black traces were abrupt and dazzling. The man paused, and then all the nobles saw a leopard claw using a sapphire walking stick to lift the curtain of the car, knocking on the side of the carriage door frame a few times. The original delay in answering was enough to make the crown prince feel contemptuous, but now the other party''s arrogant attitude made it almost unable to stretch the expression on his face that was forced to disguise, and his nails were bleeding from the palms of his hands. "This cat is too enthusiastic, a little bit weaker, so I''m a little bit negligent, please forgive me." The white-haired cat sneered, and his shackled hand pulled over the tie in the shadow. Another cold hand also appeared from the shadows, stroking/touching the back of Zong Jiu''s neck like a warning, just like treating a real cat, very suggestive. Zong Jiu, who was pinched by the back of his neck, was suddenly excited, and kicked his other foot. The carriage and the outside world are only blocked by curtains, and now the night is so quiet that dripping water can be heard. The friction of the cloth in the carriage and the confrontation between the two can be heard as long as they are not deaf. Especially when Zong Jiu''s iron handcuffs hit the corner of the carriage, because the inconvenience of movement restricted most of his movements, and finally the two hands born out of thin air in the shadow were pressed on the soft cushion. The nobles outside exchanged a tacit ambiguous smile with each other. They just stand outside and can hear the noise inside. It seems that the little cat with a strong temper is indeed very much to the Duke''s favorite. But they thought about it again, and when they remembered that the cat was so beautiful that it seemed to be enveloped in a magical appearance, they also expressed their understanding. The habit of the nobles has improved a lot. The higher the weight, the weird it is. Some animals like to tune/teach their humans in public. Only the crown prince standing in the cold wind, gritted his teeth with anger, lowered his head quickly, for fear that the lord in the carriage would see his distorted and hideous expression for a moment. But now the people in the carriage are not in the mood to look at it. The devil grabbed the white-haired youth''s feet like a warning. "Thank you, His Royal Highness, for cutting love. The night is late, and the Spring Festival is rare, so I won''t bother you any more." The strong voice belonging to the Duke¡¯s npc slowly sounded, without any emotional color: ¡°Say hello to the master of the Order for me, two days later, at the carnival, I will bring this little guy to the scene on time.¡± "Departure, return home." "Yes, sir." The coachman who was guarding the carriage quickly responded, and the whip in his hand fell mercilessly. Those humans with only saddles on their bodies, reins on their bodies, and the word "horse" pierced on their backs spread their legs, and hung their heads and ran forward under the urging of the coachman whip after whip. . With so much driving force towing, the heavy four-wheeled carriage was also pulled and pushed forward. Behind the carriage, the silver armoured army, under the command of the knight commander, bowed to the carriage that had left, and returned to a neatly arranged line, trotting behind. After the carriage and the army had completely left, the auction hall was silent for a moment, and then there was a lively discussion. This thing is too maddening. Obviously, the little cat was first spotted by the crown prince, and it was booked and auctioned. With such a lot of trouble, who would have expected that the Duke would come directly with the army, grab the love with a sword, and directly make this beautiful Did you take away your little things? "Let me see, even if the right to use these three days is deducted from today''s day, you will still make a profit without losing it." The nobles took their seats again, and the kneeling humans beside them hurriedly crawled over to serve as their foot pads. "Indeed, if I want to tell you, it''s that the cat was born so beautiful that the Lord Duke can''t hold it." A lady unfolded her fan and sneered: "I just don''t know what happened to the rare species caught from outside." "Last time I heard that several good varieties were dragged out from the Duke''s Mansion. It is said that the whole body was bloody, and even a whole piece of flesh could not be found." They tweeted twice, raised their little fingers, raised the mirror, and rearranged their curly sideburns that they had just turned pale by fright. In the mirror, the heads of the animals are filled with unspeakable maliciousness, and the darkness of madness and filth is hidden in the eyes, just like this extremely sick copy. This kind of hatred seems to be a very infectious plague, not only flooding the world, but also infecting outsiders caught in, making everything evil enough to desecrate everything. In the carriage on the other side, the situation changed drastically again. Zong Jiu found out. Perhaps it was because he was kicked out of this dungeon not long ago. Not only can the demon not be able to embody himself, he can''t even use the puppet thread. He can only poke two hands out of the shadow, which is simply miserable funny. As for the Duke? The only puppet thread that can be used is firmly pierced on the head of the black panther. "Is it funny?" The white gloves pinched the young man''s jaw, which was shaking while laughing. A deep voice rang in the magician''s ear, implying the danger of wind and rain. Zong Jiu nodded honestly. Chapter 195: Crazy circus no.1 After saying this, there was a moment of silence in the carriage. In the next second, there was an earth-shattering laugh. If Zong Jiu had just thought that the devil''s appearance of carefully circumventing this Super S Grade instance plane was pitiful and funny, then he really made a ridiculous ridicule now. The magician trembled with a smile, narrowed his eyebrows and narrowed his eyebrows. A white hair trembled along his shoulders, all over his shoulders, with a pleased expression on his face. Looking at the incompetence and rage of no.1 now, I was really laughed at. Zong Jiu moved his body pressed on the soft cushion, found a comfortable position, and laid his head lazily on the cushion behind him. This carriage was originally built for the noble duke. Although it looks inconspicuous and low-key from the outside, it has a lot of things on the inside. The materials used in every place are excellent, and even the cushions on the back do not know whether it is used. How many precious fluff stuffing is made. Zong Jiu laughed, but also spared no effort to mock, "Let me breathe out?" He squinted his eyes, and learned what the devil likes to do the most. He glanced up and down the two hands protruding out of the shadows, jokingly and mockingly. "Just based on your appearance? Do you want to be kicked out by the Dungeon Consciousness again?" demon:"......" The magician''s words really hit his death hole. Originally, this Super S Grade dungeon refused outsiders to enter, and even refused to connect to the main system. Because its spatial coordinates are located in the dark dimension, it is unsteady, and even the main system is difficult to detect. There is a higher dimension above the dimension, which is not difficult to understand. Even the main system can only fully control the lower-level planes. For the higher-level planes, it can only communicate on an equal basis. Even interference can only put the survivor in to perform tasks with the permission of the copy. . In other words, it is difficult for this plane to determine the coordinates even for the main system, and only lunatics like no.1 will choose to directly enter the turbulence of the dark dimension. This is undoubtedly a very dangerous move, even if it is a devil, it is the same to traverse the space turbulence without any positioning. Fortunately, he is the same as the Dark Dimension in some respects. As an existence infused with a plane of malice, no.1 has long been out of the category of human beings. It is even not an exaggeration to say that he is a monster born purely in malice. The dark dimension accepted him. But this copy did not accept him, so the devil could only be wronged as a smuggler. Especially after being kicked out, the plane has strengthened its supervision. If the body really comes over, I am afraid that it will be kicked out in the next second. Behind the shadows, the man squinted his dark golden eyes, his expression unpredictable. If you change to the past, the devil will be happy to let Zong Jiu understand the consequences of provoking him. But now he didn''t know why. He watched the magician lift his chin, deliberately provocative, and lost interest for some reason. A feeling that something is about to be out of control arises spontaneously. This feeling makes the devil feel very unhappy, even a little irritable. For him, this is a rather rare emotion. Zong Jiu looked at the other party suddenly loosening the hand holding his chin, and re-hidden back into the shadow, with some doubts in his heart. According to his understanding of the devil, a verbal battle should be staged next, or a big battle. Although Zong Jiu knew that he was at a disadvantage now, just because he was at a disadvantage would require him to swallow his anger in front of his old enemy, that would be too wrong for him. So when he spoke provocatively, he secretly tensed his body, ready to fight back anytime and anywhere. It turned out that the other party took the initiative to retreat first. I have to say, very unexpected. Originally, Zong Jiu wanted to use this opportunity to lure no.1 to use his power, and once again feel the joy of scored twice. Now it seems that there is no such opportunity. But the accident was an accident. Since the devil had taken his hand, Zong Jiu could also untie the things on his body. The magician sat up straight, passed an unlock decision in the subsystem, and released the shackles on his wrists and ankles. "Boom¡ª" The heavy shackles instantly rolled onto the carriage carpet. Zong Jiu rubbed his red-strangled wrist, then pulled the blanket on the mat and wrapped himself in a circle. The temperature was a bit cold at night, not to mention that his cheongsam was almost the same when he was wearing it. Cars driven purely by humans are not so bumpy. Perhaps it can be compared to rickshaws in old Shanghai. The coachman will always hit someone with a whip. If he doesn''t want to be hit, he can only run faster. If he runs slowly, a long bloodstain will bloom on his back with the whip. Zong Jiu was always on guard for the wind and grass around him. There is not much space in the carriage. The Black Panther Duke who is under control occupies the center alone, and he can only sit in the corner. The shadow still flows quietly where the moonlight can''t reach, and the puppet duke is silent in the dark, like a statue that will never wake up. However, Zong Jiuwu guarded himself all the way, and the devil didn''t mean to get together. Zong Jiu:? ? ? How repulsive is this copy? The point where you can make demons behave well? Even Zong Jiu himself didn''t believe this sentence. Neither of them do things like looking forward and backward, especially when they are facing each other. Just like Zong Jiu, knowing that he is at a disadvantage and not provoking him, no.1 is actually the same. If just because this dungeon would kick him out, Zong Jiu''s provocation would not be accepted, then no.1 would not be no.1. Whoever retreats is like lowering the other''s head out of thin air, showing weakness. This is their tacit rule. Who would be willing to show weakness? They are mortal enemies who are unwilling to give in for a kiss. Which time was it not a sword/pull/crossbow/zhang, and the smell of gunpowder ignited in the air? It''s so quiet and peaceful, even if it''s just sitting in the same room like this, it feels weird. In the end, it was the magician who broke the strange silence. "Why are you here?" This is a question that Zong Jiu has always been puzzled by. If it is said that in every instance he participated in before, the devil will not be absent, and it can still be explained as wanting to see his rivals. But this time, he and Tuyumen were summoned to this Super S Grade dungeon inexplicably. They couldn¡¯t contact the main system, and didn¡¯t even need to do the main task. If they couldn¡¯t find a way back within three days, they would be left forever. Here. According to the situation in front of him, even if No.1 is a mentor, but even the main system is helpless, why the devil can appear here is still a question worthy of scrutiny. "This is the second time you have asked this question." The voice from the shadows was low and low, with an obvious inattention: "Is its answer that important?" Maybe important, maybe not important. In the past, the only pleasure of demons was to appreciate the ugliness and suffering, wars, and chaos in the world. Such immutable things are full of malice, and the appearance of human beings is unmistakable. But after watching it for a long time, he will get tired of it, especially for him who was born from malice, most of the ugliness is not worth mentioning. For this reason, the devil was bored for a long time. Otherwise, he would not agree to trade with the main system to create such a thrilling trainee competition. But the biggest gain of this game is not the fun he originally envisioned, but the established savior in the prophecy. What''s more interesting is that they are so alike. The enemy always knows the other''s existence best. Such an interesting toy should not be found in the future. "If you die in this dungeon, then I will be very sorry, Lord Magician." The man''s tone was calm and meaningful. Even if he died, the devil would not let him die on the hands of anyone other than himself. Shouldn''t the savior die in the hands of the big devil? If you die while fighting the mobs in front, the big devil will be lawless and the world will not be saved. Outside the carriage, the night began to fade away. The dazzling red sun is rising from the east, the day is coming, the deep earth is pushed away, and the color suddenly becomes clear. Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen ran for most of the night and lost their memory for another five hours. It stands to reason that even if it is late in winter, it will be about this time. After a long time, when the devil thought he could not get an answer, the white-haired young man sneered. The devil didn''t care: "I heard that you have inevitable death in this instance?" "I have a way to let you leave this copy." The man''s hand reappeared from the shadows, seeming to rest on the magician''s shoulder unintentionally. "any solution?" No.1 did not answer, but circled it with slender fingers and swam along the young man''s beautiful jaw line to his lips. The shape of the magician''s lips is very good, and people with thin lips are naturally more indifferent and thin. "As we all know, it takes a price to make a deal with the devil." Behind the shadows, the man stared at the change in his face closely, not letting go of a trace. "Oh?" Zong Jiu didn''t have any expression on his face, and he asked back: "Let''s talk about it?" "E.g--" The cold fingertips twitched on the young man''s tailbone. Obviously it was a bewitching and suggestive action, but Zong Jiu could clearly notice the lack of interest in the other party. This is very contradictory. "No two people are born to be enemies, and prophecies are always just prophecies." Just as they talked, the carriage quietly drove into the gorgeous and classical mansion. A zebra in a housekeeper''s suit stepped forward and stood by the car respectfully. In the absence of the master''s order, it dare not come forward to harass, for fear of disturbing the Duke''s good interests. "Let''s change the name. Bedmate? A little bit of warmth is missing." "So, how about the lover?" The devil thought about the matter, but became more and more boring. He expects the other party to make a choice, but also expects the other party not to make a choice. If a cat with an arrogant and indifferent personality catches your attention, do you want it to continue to catch birds and butterflies outside, or to keep it in its own cage? What attracts the attention of the devil is the magician who possesses a rebellious soul who disdains the power in the eyes of all living beings in awe; or someone in the future who is willing to become a demon king in order to save his life from the catastrophe. Caged bird? In the next second, Zong Jiu punched him directly in the air. "roll." Seeing the magician jumping from the carriage flexibly from the back, the devil was stunned. He suddenly dropped his hand and smiled lowly. Chapter 196: Crazy circus Tu Yumen woke up. Suddenly awakening from the chaos, his head was still suffering from dull pain, as if he had been hit by a hammer, he was full of unspeakable dizziness while standing, and his stomach was full of nausea. "It should be five hours later." Onmyoji searched his memories of the past five hours, and found that they were all blank. The sequelae of uncertainty and madness will lose the memory of the next five hours. Where you were five hours ago, you may not be there after five hours. Not only that, but his legs were so sore, it was no worse than when he was running madly in the underground farm before. This is really weird. Could it be that he had gone through a fatal run just now? Tu Yumen touched his head and looked around. He is now in a narrow corridor with a fluffy scarlet carpet on the ground. There are no lights on either side. Only when he turns at the end does he light a bright candle. The surroundings were extremely silent, and I could only hear my own breathing. Where is this? Onmyoji was confused, and was about to vigilantly pull out the only props he carried from the main system, just in case. A B-level prop of the Tuyumen is a functional prop. It enters the invisible state immediately after use. It can be used repeatedly three times, with a time limit of 30 seconds each time. This is what he put on after listening to Zhuge An''s words. Although it is not a chief, the strength of the Tuyumen lies there, and a lot of net worth has been accumulated in the infinite loop over the years. At least there are a lot of B-level items in the system backpack. Ordinary trainees can only sigh with excitement. Degree. In the end, he chose this stealth item. It can be offensive or defensive, and can advance or retreat. It is a perfect choice for yin or running. Had it not been for his broken leg when he was running on the road before, he was afraid that the huge group of bullheads and horses running toward the corridor would trample the invisible him in a war, and the Tuyumen would have used it long ago. The second after Onmyoji took out the props, he suddenly discovered that there were only two remaining uses of the props. This time it was definitely used during the five hours of memory loss. There is no other possibility. What happened in these five hours? Why didn''t he see the magician after he woke up? Could it be that when the two of them accidentally ran into a bull''s head and horse face, he would use the props? But even if he used props for this, why would he appear in such a completely unfamiliar place? There were more and more questions, and T¨­mimon became more and more curious. He hesitated for a moment, and tiptoed towards the corner ahead. Halfway through, he suddenly remembered something: "Sub-system, let''s sneak." [Your throwing result is 17/35, the stealth judgment is successful] [So you feel that your steps have become very light, and your body has become lighter. Even in such a quiet situation, you will not make any noise when you walk.] Sure enough, luck was good after separating from the magician. Tu Yumen cursed Zhuge''s insidiousness in his heart, and walked carefully against the root of the wall. Unexpectedly, there really seems to be no one in this corridor. He fumbled and walked for a few minutes, and the vision in front of him suddenly opened up. This is a very spacious library. In the center of the library, there are many chairs, covered with cushions and tapestries, and there are walnut bookshelves lined with books. The strange thing is that the books on them seem to be all After a few years, the corners have turned yellow and old. The crystal chandelier hanging down from the ceiling reflects the light and clear dark yellow light, providing the only light for this spacious interior. At a glance, Domimon saw the scene in the center of the library. The carpet there was neatly removed, exposing the gray-black ground below. Someone on the ground drew a huge magic circle with unknown materials. Onmyoji came closer and found that it was dried up blood. The specific blood of the creature is unknown. "My dear, it''s finally within my professional range." Tu Yumen murmured and walked over quickly. He didn''t step into the magic circle rashly, but cautiously squatted down, putting his fingers vainly on top of the lines. Although he lost the ability of Onmyoji, somehow Tuyumen was also the one who used to read Rote in the night at night. When the ability is gone, the things in my mind will never be forgotten. Spells in the world have the same goal by different routes, whether it is spiritual power or magic power, or even true qi, it is the same thing in the final analysis. This magic circle has expired. Onmyoji glanced over a blood-stained dagger on a chair, frowning without a trace. Because of the sudden strong dark atmosphere in the air, Tu Yumen speculated that it is likely that a black magic ritual has been experienced here. At this moment, the silent subsystem finally made a sound. [Used in a library] There is a situation! Tuyumen did as instructed. [Your throwing result is 34/40, the library is judged to be successful] [A total of ten targets have been searched, and they are in the dark dice...] [Then you are lucky enough to find a fragmented page of an ancient book among the thousands of books on the whole number of bookshelves surrounded by the magic circle, which looks like a product of the 16th century] "The broken pages of the Sussex Manuscript?" Yes, it is not a book, but a torn page that has been carefully framed. Because of the high inspiration, the Onmyoji could feel the dangerous aura from this broken page just by holding it in his hand. [If you want to read the broken page, you need to pass a sanity check] [If you pass the sanity check, you will lose 1 to 3 sanity points, and if you fail, you will lose 1 to 6 points, please] Tu Yumen threw a ten-sided dice. [Your throwing result is 92/50, and the sanity check failed] [In the dark dice, please wait...] [Your sanity value minus 3, S-level trainee Domimon sanity value 37/50] [Your Cthulhu myth skills have increased by 2 points] Onmyoji opened the torn page in his hand. To be considerate, the characters recorded on the broken pages are very friendly English, that is, there are a lot of altered handwritings, and even smudged ink. This is so, when the Tuyumen''s sight fell to the first line, he was shocked and could no longer control his handwriting sight, as if he was abruptly caught by that string of dragons and phoenixes. He looked down unconsciously. The remaining page was not long, and when the Tuyumen finished reading it, I was shocked to realize that I had already had a cold sweat. The above contains a few notes of an extremely evil god. Tu Yumen realized something, and after putting down this broken page, he turned around and opened the other books on the shelf. Not surprisingly, there are many obscure and ancient texts recorded in those books, all of which are praises to the evil god. The Onmyojis were shocked when they thought of the "religious group" they had heard about the animals in the underground farms and auctions. There is no doubt that animals in this world believe in evil gods. This is big news. It means that it is these cultists who are likely to summon them into this world. But how could it be possible that the survivors who stayed twenty years ago still established an organization in this Transcendent S Grade dungeon? Because of the lack of key confidence, Tuyumen couldn''t think of one. Just when he was about to throw another investigator, there was a sound of approaching footsteps in the tunnel. "How''s it going?" "The white-haired guy took it back and took it to the Duke. The other small body hasn''t moved. I don''t know where it went. The whole circus has been searched." Tu Yumen was startled, and rolled to the back of a row of bookshelves with a stride. "The sub-system is fast, just have a listen." [Your throwing result is 99/20, congratulations, it''s a big failure] [So you feel a buzzing sound in your ears, and you fall into temporary deafness of unknown reason] Domemon: "..." Why is this luck not working from time to time, fall! ...... On the other side, after jumping from the carriage, Zong Jiu was treated with enthusiasm. The servants in this ducal mansion are all raccoons, all unsmiling and serious. Although they looked respectful to the kitten brought back from the auction by the Duke of Black Panthers, their faces were stunning, but the contempt that floated in their eyes could not be hidden. The servants took Zong Jiu to a bathroom and told him that the hot water had been put in, and the washing must be finished quickly. Zong Jiu didn''t move after closing the door. Instead, he let the sub-system over listen, sticking to the back of the door and listening to the outside sound. [Your throwing result is 25/30, the throwing decision is successful] "The variety is rare, much more beautiful than the first beauty that your lord brought back from the auction venue last year." "Indeed, it''s a pity that good-looking is good-looking, it''s still just a human kind." "This is different. It is said that this time it is three days. But let alone three days, if you are serious. I don''t know if you can survive tonight. I heard from the coachman that you are in good spirits today." Zong Jiu listened for a while, then slowly moved his ears away, thoughtful. Of course these servants would not know that the duke in their mouth was controlled by No.1 a long time ago. He has only two days left. I remembered Zhuge''s secret reminder to him before entering this copy. ¡®The key to your solution is no.1. ¡¯ ¡®Who asked you to ask him for help, you can¡¯t fool you, do you need me to teach you? ¡¯ Since the key lies in the devil, there is really no need to think about escaping. What''s more, the devil had just revealed clearly that he had a way to get out of this copy. As Zong Jiu thought, he took off his clothes and slowly immersed himself in the boiling hot water. Originally, they only had one obvious way, and that was to find a way to contact the main system. Now there is a second way. What he needs to think about now is how to flick no.1 like Zhuge said. It''s a bit difficult, but it''s fun, and it''s the magician''s favorite challenge. Zong Jiu was eager to try. He dried his hair after the shower and put on his robe. The servants who had been waiting at the door for a long time wiped his hands and feet with expensive gold wax oil, and led him upstairs, holding the burning candlestick all the way, to the master bedroom in the mansion. The butler knocked on the door respectfully: "Your Excellency, the man has already been brought." The Duke''s voice was deep and deep, "Who?" Zong Jiu was too lazy to talk, kicked open the heavy door, greeted all the servants behind him hurriedly kneeling and stunned, closing the door. "I''m here to tell you a bedtime story." Chapter 197: Crazy circus Tu Yumen felt that he was so difficult, it was really too difficult. Finally, there was a chance to inquire about a little new information, but listening turned out to be a big failure. Listening fails, and the alias is reversely deaf. Originally, when he didn''t try to throw the dice, he could still hear such a conversation or two through the quiet air, trying hard. The result is now better, my ears are buzzing, and I can''t hear anything. After listening to the two conversations just now, I know that the content of the discussion must be very important. Not only talked about the movement of magicians, but also related to the information they needed. hateful! Onmyoji beat his chest and feet in his heart, furious incompetently. [You have a lip-reading skill] Seeing how miserable Tuyumen is, the sub-system is a little bit intolerable. This information has slipped away, and I don¡¯t know how long it will take to fiddle. The lip-reading skill is the lip-speaking skill, which can be used by throwing in case of hearing loss or emergency. "But I don''t have any lip-reading skills..." Tu Yumen burst into tears: "Sub-system, look at the number of lip-reading skill points on my ID card." [...] The sub-system is silent for a while [The survival skill initially has 5 points] Skills like swimming, diving, lip-reading, speaking skills, and animal training are not necessary skills, because the main system''s black-hearted skill point allocation system, trainees are careful about the point of skill, so as to be careful not to waste it. Points. If there is no point, of course there are only five skill points. Onmyoji chanted Amitabha silently in his heart and turned two ten-sided dice. [Your throwing result is 1/5, congratulations, great success] [So you feel that your vision suddenly becomes clear and sharp, and you can tell what the other person is saying only from the squirming of other people¡¯s lips, plus the effect of great success, even if the other person is talking about some uncommon nouns, In the eyes of you, if you have the help of God, you can see it all] Domemon: "..." This one big failure and one big success is really enough to test people''s psychological endurance. But now is not the time to spit out here. The Onmyoji moved carefully on the ground twice, looking out along the gap in the bookshelf. The light outside is dim. The two people hadn''t reached the place where the light was, and Tu Yumen scratched their heads in anxious manner. After waiting for a long time, two figures in black cloaks walked out of the tunnel. Unfortunately, both of them wore tall pointed wizard hats on their heads, and their faces were hidden under the broad brim of their hats, and they couldn''t see their faces at all. If you can''t even see your face, what''s the use of reading your lips and throwing a big success! As soon as the Onmyoji was about to stop cooking, he turned around and saw one of them took off his peaked hat. The person behind the bookshelf suddenly opened his eyes. Unexpectedly, behind the hat is not the same beast head in this Super S Grade copy, but a bright face. The appearance of that man looked very gloomy in the dim light, perhaps because he often hid his body under the black cloak, his face was incredibly pale. Seeing him take off his hat, the other person did the same. Sure enough, they were not animals, but two decent people. "The symbol appears to be activated, and you can be 100% sure of your identity as a survivor. After so many years of confirming the locked coordinates, I finally found the target." Their speech is very fast, if it weren''t for the blessings of great success, Tu Yumen couldn''t even see what they were talking about. The Onmyoji reluctantly recognized a sentence, just such a sentence, the amount of information revealed behind it can be said to be huge. "The Duke''s side... it will send the white-haired survivor over in two days." "It doesn''t matter, anyway, there is a magic circle...If there is no holy religion, how could those animals be able to rule firmly so quickly...I blame the **** cultists." "Carnival two days later, last chance. Twenty years..." One of them took a step, as if blocking the other one unintentionally. Tu Yumen couldn''t see what they were saying, but he was shocked beyond words. "Infinite Loop" "Survival" "Twenty Years Ago" These exclusive nouns are clearly showing the identity of the members of the cult. They are indeed the survivors who entered this super S-class dungeon world twenty years ago! After confirming this, the Onmyoji was filled with fire. Both he and the magician had guessed that these survivors deliberately took filthy photos with special props, and deliberately hid them in the diary to count them, most likely they were skipped. But after he confirmed it with his own eyes, he was still out of anger. At this moment, the sub-system warm reminder [Inspiration verification, please] Tuyumen chooses the inspiration type, with special bonuses, and the probability of passing this judgment is extremely high. [Your throwing result is 36/50, the inspiration judgment is successful] [So now, you have connected all the fragmented memories and clues in your mind, and you have figured out some problems that you couldn''t figure out before, and you have got new logic and explanations] According to the logic after the inspiration check is successful, it is very likely that the world has experienced some major changes twenty years ago, so that these survivors suddenly disconnected from the main system and were trapped here. Because the contact was severed before being obliterated, the main task was not necessary, and even these teams of survivors were still alive in the dungeon until now. What''s even more surprising is that in this copy of the absolute dominance of animals, the survivors have also got a place. According to the information placed on the bookshelf just now, they even created a cult/religious organization, instead they turned their heads back to help this copy of the animal rule mankind. Tu Yumen thought of the tragic appearance they had seen in the underground farm before, and his heart felt nauseous. Many survivors are like this, selfish to the core, and will always only focus on their own interests. Had it not been for the main system to prohibit the survivors from taking action on the npc, I am afraid that many survivors would use the dungeon to hold the npc as the first criterion. Now this copy is not supervised by the main system. Of course, these survivors will not care about the lives of other human beings. In their eyes, the dungeon npc will always be the dungeon npc, just like a game player brushing the dungeon boss, with a sense of superiority. Not only that, these survivors seem to be plotting a major event, and the main content of this event is the carnival ceremony two days later. The main personnel involved are Tuyumen and Zongjiu who were forcibly summoned from the main system. It is not clear what the specific plot is, but 100% is not a good thing anyway. Are these survivors as crazy as this copy? "Wait, it''s not right." Just as Doommon used his inspiration to think, one of the members of the cult suddenly frowned. "Someone has been here." He looked at the "Sussex Manuscript" whose order had changed on the bookshelf, and his eyes swept across a few imperceptible footprints on the ground, and he directly ordered: "KP, give me an investigation." ¡®Fuck! ¡¯Tu Yumen screamed in his heart: ¡®Sub-system, you didn¡¯t tell me that they also have ten-sided dice! ! ¡¯ [This matter is beyond my estimation] The cold mechanical sound of the sub-system was also silent for a while [but it is true...Since this Super S Grade dungeon supports the use of ten-sided dice, it will also be allowed to be used by survivors who enter the dungeon 20 years ago] [It is reasonable to say that this situation is impossible, because the energy of the sub-system is absolutely impossible to last for 20 years. They should have found other ways to supplement energy for the ten-sided dice] And why would someone grab the host¡¯s job? The sub-system is puzzling, and the host is so popular with the busy work of dealing with unsophisticated people and composing stories? It''s a good fellow. With such a good thing, it has already abdicated and turned to Xian! Just as the Onmyoji and the sub-system were chatting wildly, the cult members there also discovered the trace of the uninvited guest through the successfully determined detection skills, so they sneered immediately and walked straight towards this side. Now that the trail has been discovered, the Tuyumen is no longer hidden. He squeezed the props in his hand, suddenly overturned the bookshelf in front of him, ran towards the corridor without looking back, and started the next round of desperate rush. "Grab him! Don''t let him run away!" ...... On the other end, Zong Jiu ignored the eyes of the servants and butlers outside and slammed the door shut. The room was dark, and the only light source was the candlestick in his hand. The curtains on both sides tightly conceal the gradually dimming sky curtain outside, preventing light from leaking in, and you can''t see your fingers. Zong Jiu remembered that when they were sitting on the carriage not long ago, they saw the sunrise through the window of the car and saw the sky lit up. But after a long time now, the sky is gradually being occupied by the night again, regaining the appearance of the night, the dark clouds are low, covering the shining thunder light behind the storm. This sunrise time is too short, too short, a little too short, it is not normal to say that there is no problem. "The closer you are to the festival, the shorter the time that belongs to the day." In the darkness, the Duke sitting in a high-backed chair slowly said: "Wait until the day of Carnival, the whole day will be night, no sunrise, no day." Zong Jiu didn''t answer, but walked to the bed very leisurely and lay down on his own. The beds belonging to those in power are naturally expensive, and I don¡¯t know what material the quilts and pillows are made of. When I lie down, I feel like rolling into a soft cloud, comfortably letting the magician squint his eyes and look real. Like a lazy cat. "You take the initiative to come over, it seems that the question just now finally came to the conclusion? The shadow of the cruising land slowly fell to the bedside of the young man, and he picked up a long silver-white hair. "No." Zong Jiu waved lazily: "I''m here to tell you a bedtime story." They all tacitly did not advance the copy of that special Judgment Day, as if it never existed. But now, Zong Jiu took the initiative to break this tacit understanding. "I warn you, don''t try to find the same trace of that kid on my body." "Then another way." Since you want to fool someone, you can''t provoke the other person first. Zong Jiu turned around and stared at the dark golden pupils behind the shadow. The magician was the first to invite him. "Let''s play a game, how about?" Chapter 198: Crazy circus Play a game? A trace of interest flashed in the devil''s eyes, and it was rare that he had some inversion of his lines being snatched away. Because he always invited magicians to play games. Whether it¡¯s the first middle school copy, the Halloween copy or the masquerade party, both of them have used this as a stage and played games or gambling with different content. However, this time, it turned out that the magician was the first to request the game. I have to say that he really knows how to arouse interest in No.1. With just these few words, the devil swept away the lack of interest, and the golden eyes suddenly lit up, revealing an eagerness to try. "How to play?" Got the bait. Zong Jiu said in his heart, but his face remained calm, "Since you have secrets, I also have secrets. We are both interested in each other¡¯s secrets, so it¡¯s better to see each other frankly. Straightforward." "You ask, and then I answer. I ask a question, and you answer it. Regardless of what the questioner asks, the respondent must answer it in detail without excuse. How?" "Of course, since it is a game, both parties have the right to lie. But if the lie is discovered by the other party, then they have to bear the corresponding consequences." In fact, this rule is more beneficial to Zong Jiu. no.1 Although madness goes mad, there is still a little bit good, he never bothered to lie. When they were still tit-for-tat rivals before, even if the two people attacked each other again and again, the devil did not deceive Zong Jiu on the information aspect, but instead came together again and again to send him a lot of information for free. Instead, it was Zong Jiu. The job of a magician is to deceive the eyes of the audience, and occasionally use words to guide others'' attention. Therefore, this kind of thing like fooling people is simply familiar to him, and he is so proficient that he can''t be more proficient. Obviously, what Zong Jiu can understand is naturally not hidden from the devil. The man squinted dangerously. The magician lay on the **** bed with one hand lazily propped his head, with long white hair spreading on the surface of the sheets, and there are traces of water mist all over his body, which is very visual impact. His eyebrows became deeper and deeper under the water vapor, and he was staring at him with a full smile. The bathrobe was loose and wide open, revealing a pale chest. Thinking of the evaluations that the copy NPCs gave to the magician at the auction, the devil felt quite pertinent. A beautiful kitten. Although fierce, it often gives people some unexpected surprises. The main thing is that you never know where this cat will go next. For example, like now, racking my brains to lure the prey to the bait, trying to fool with words. The man let out a sigh of laughter, his fingertips shaking happily. He would never know that no matter how he deliberately pretended to be nonchalant, the cunning flowing in those pale pink pupils would always be exposed in the eyes of the devil. So cute. How could the devil refuse such a cute kitty when it came to the door? "of course." The shadow played with the young man''s white hair, rubbing his fingers in the gap between the ends of the hair, and slipping from the slender fingers. He agreed. Zong Jiu pretended to shirk, "Since I proposed the game first, the dealer should be courteous, so you can ask first." "Oh?" The devil raised his eyebrows pretending to be surprised, and his gaze stayed on the young man''s neck that looked like mutton jade. "Since your Excellency the Magician said so, then I have to respectfully follow my fate." "You are not a person in the real world, nor are you any npc in any Super S Grade dungeon..." The man lengthened his voice slowly, as if asking an inconsequential question, "So, where are you from?" Here comes boy, the first question is so sharp. This question is not easy to answer, and it is not easy to fool. Because Zong Jiu didn''t know how much the devil knew about this. The little devil once stated his guess in affirmative sentences. Before that, no.1 had guessed that he was an NPC of the Super S-Rank as early as the copy of No.1 Middle School. Zong Jiu paused and decided to be vague. "Yes, I am not a person in the real world, nor an NPC from a Super S-class copy. But I also don''t know what definition of my original world is in the mouths of you and the main system. Maybe it is a different world?" This sentence is correct. Because he really wears books. In the real world where Zong Jiu lived, various cross-traveling themes were commonplace, and the book-wearing was also popular for a while. As a web essay enthusiast who occasionally reads web articles, Zong Jiu knows well that he has entered the book "Thriller Trainee". As for why the world in this book is so real, the magician has also made corresponding guesses. Maybe it''s the dimension. The dimension he is in before he wears the book is higher than this world, so what happens in this world is just a book in his world. But these are just speculations, Zong Jiu will not say it, but will stop. "It''s me." Seeing that the other party didn''t raise any questions, Zong Jiu quickly brought this topic up. His question is the key to his proposal of this game. Of course, in order not to expose his true intentions so quickly, Zong Jiu decided to follow the lead. "What deal did you do with the main system?" According to Zhuge An and others, the devil only destroyed the "perfect world" at first, holding the special props left by the survivors, and following the guidance through the turbulence of space, and came into an infinite loop. In the memory that the little devil showed to Zong Jiu, the survivors who came to the perfect world to perform missions originally wanted to lure the little devil to return with them to the holy city. They used to be under the night sky of the desert for the six-year-old one. Hao painted a beautiful blueprint. They describe the infinite loop as a paradise, Gensokyo where there is no pain or suffering. But in a sense, those who survived were right, because the demons who were born out of malice did like infinite loops. However, even so, it is unexpected that the demon can cooperate with the main system. The main system has been mechanically cold for so many years, just like a high-dimensional spatial brain, an absolutely rational existence. The cooperation between the two of them was abnormal from the beginning. The devil chuckled lightly, his tone casual. "It wants to accumulate energy and return to higher dimensions." "What do you mean?" Zong Jiu frowned. "Wanting to make a wish requires good energy, but the realization of the wish will also have karma in return." "The main system is originally the intellectual brain of the high-dimensional world, and it will be reduced to the low-dimensional world because of the lack of energy." no.1 gave him an example. The demons in **** cannot come to the human world unless humans call them out of **** and make a wish. Then the demons can use the power of this wish to break through the seal, stay in the world and cause misfortune everywhere. The magician suddenly realized, thoughtful. This statement is also a bit like the animal spirits of ancient Chinese legends. It is said that animals such as weasels and foxes have practiced for many years, and when they feel that they are about to transform themselves, they usually need to go to the place where humans are, spit out human words, and ask the first person they meet, "What do you think of me?" , The colloquial saying is "discussing seals." Because human words have power, they will transform into what they say they resemble, and human words will also determine the level of magic power after they are transformed. It is said that some people in the legend were shocked when they met this kind of talking animal at night and called them ugly. As a result, the ugly spirits who later turned into ugly spirits held a grudge, and caused that person to be full. With this example, Zong Jiu almost understood. Why does the main system hold this seemingly thankless thrilling trainee competition? It turns out that it wants to go to a higher dimension through some kind of causal force that the wish is fulfilled. The clue was colluded all at once. Zhuge dark previously guessed that this wish can only be implemented within the scope of the main system, but if there are trainees making a malicious wish, for the main system, holding a game with great effort is equivalent to falling short. It is precisely because of this that perhaps the main system has taken a fancy to the devil''s ability to manipulate puppets, and actively seeks out the door, also in order that the wish ticket can be held in its own hands. The devil was purely for fun, so it hit it off. The round turned to the demon''s side. "I''m very curious, why would you be willing to put yourself yoke?" If the first round is a temptation, then the second round has some sharp implications. The tension between the two people, both overtly and secretly, that had ceased to stop, began to thicken again. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "I am willing." He was silent for a while, these three words didn''t seem to be in line with the rules of the game they had set, so he had to reluctantly add one more sentence. "Hate can never restrain or change a person, but love can." Zong Jiu is indeed indifferent, but he will definitely remember the kindness of the old nun to him and will be obedient. "Love?" As if he heard something funny, the man let out an undisguised laugh from his chest. What he was laughing at, the two knew each other well. One is missing, the other is born in the swamp. This word is too far away from them, too far, even far enough to be ridiculous. "That''s a shame." The devil sighed pretendingly: "It''s clear that we are so similar." The magician sneered. It is indeed similar and good, one is a hidden crazy physique, the other is crazy and blatant. If two people are mad and brazen, then it is called a mountain that cannot tolerate two tigers, and the king does not see the king, and the true immortality is endless. Now Zong Jiu has a good temper. The little devil is pitiful and cute, so he doesn''t bother to care about it. Where is the devil sighing here? "Stop talking nonsense, it''s me next." The two faced each other, one hidden in the shadows, and the other lying sideways on the bed. The light in the room was very dim, and the candlelight jumped on and off, stretching their reflections and blending them, adding a hint of inexplicable flavor out of thin air. "Da da da." Just as they were asking and answering, there was a pattering voice outside the window. It''s raining. The Duke, who had been sitting silently on the high-backed chair, got up, and under the control of the puppet line, it turned into the outsider present, honestly using his old waist to close the window and draw the curtains. The rain came without warning, and the change from light rain to rapidness was only in a moment, and it suddenly fell into the ground vigorously. The sky and the earth are dark, and only the electric light is roaring behind the thundercloud, pale and cold. The heavy windowsill cut off the sound of rain. The game continues. Chapter 199: Crazy circus Then it was Zong Jiu''s turn. Since it was his turn, he would definitely not be too polite. Originally, this game was thought out by Zong Jiu when he was in the bath. If he didn''t take advantage of this good opportunity to strip the no.1 underwear, he wouldn''t be called a magician! "I want to know specific information about your abilities." Zong Jiu directly opened his mouth as a lion. He has been curious about this for a long time. Although the power of the devil is mysterious, it is not traceless in the infinite loop. After all, Van Zhuo exorcist Tu Yumen and other top survivors knew about it, and Van Zhuo even specially made a precious special prop for him. Zong Jiu paid attention to it after returning from the copy of Judgment Day last time. The demon is already standing sharply on the pyramid while it is in an endless loop. At the beginning of the horror trainee competition, all the senior survivors only dared to call him "that adult", even the title of the devil was secretive. Zong Jiu followed this clue and found that many people knew about the infinite loop. The main reason is that the devil has been playing in an infinite loop for so many years, and naturally he has entered a lot of advanced instances, some of which he finds interesting, perhaps he will control a few puppets and play with them. If the copy is boring and makes him unhappy, then this master is directly destroying the non-negotiable kind. This made Zong Jiu a little puzzled. He knows the specific abilities of the devil, but does not know the medium of his abilities. Only know that the first puppet thread needs to make physical contact with the target, and the second puppet thread needs the target to bleed. But if only such a medium is needed, then the power of the devil would be too bad. Of course, the ability to destroy a dungeon with bare hands could be called heaven-defying, but Zong Jiu instinctively felt that something was wrong, so he decided to come and investigate. "This question..." The man deliberately lengthened his tail. Ice-cold hands swam out from the shadows, slender fingers cupped the long hair behind the magician''s head, and slowly combed him. "You can guess, and there is a reward for guessing it right." Hey, Zong Jiu is angry when it comes to rewards. The white-haired young man ignored the messy hands on the back of his head and neck, and said coldly, "Oh? The devil, do you remember the last time at the masked masquerade party, the main system promised to give out the special after finding out the tutor? reward?" At the time, the main system before the ball drew a big cake for all the trainees, saying that if you can find the tutor in the ball and tell his true identity, then you can get a mysterious gift. This incident can be said to have disrupted Zhuge''s plan. After all, they suddenly revealed the identity of the mentor and the main system deliberately guided and predicted activities, and released the identity of the mentor. The effect of public opinion was two different things. But there is no way, knowing that it is a clear plan, it is worth it. Zong Jiu then A went up. As a result, the dance was over, and the kiss was over, and I was almost pushed on the wall. The shadow of the mysterious gift has not yet been seen. The devil did not expect this old account to turn up again. He was stunned for a moment, and his tone was very innocent: "But didn''t you crown you at that time? How beautiful that crown is." Under the attention of the public and the lights focused, the demon crowned the magician. The magician put on a silver-red crown, with a shiny ruby ??inlaid on it, and a ghost card in his mouth, with cold brows, announcing his victory like a proud peacock. All of a sudden, the devil was hardened. "Go away, that''s what I earned by playing games with you." Seeing that the atmosphere seemed a little inexplicable, Zong Jiu didn''t bother to spend more time talking with him, and changed the conversation, "I guess your puppet line is related to the evil thoughts you gave birth to." In the same language. The man raised the corners of his mouth like admiration, and his open fingers gradually wandered from the end of the hair to the root of the hair, calmly testing the magician''s bottom line as if he was smoothing the cat''s hair. indeed. Zong Jiu''s guess is eight/nine is not far from ten. The puppet line can actually be called a malicious line in essence. The constraints of the first two threads are indeed good physical contact and bleeding wounds, but the insertion of the latter three puppet threads is actually focused on the puppet being/manipulated. The demon was born from the malice of a plane, and his abilities are closely related to malice. For example, shadows, such as the huge black mud of evil thoughts, and puppet lines. "Yes, it comes from malice. The deeper the evil thoughts in a person''s heart, the deeper it will take root. The greater the evil thoughts, the faster the threading speed and the deeper the manipulation." The magician thoughtfully. He thought of the Messiah, the son of the first copy of the psychiatric hospital. This is the first puppet he knows to be deeply manipulated by no.1. At that time, Messiah fooled all the survivors in the entire copy, and also harvested a wave of diehard fans. Even after the masquerade party, many survivors still chose to stand on the side of the temple because of the amazing appeal of the Messiah. In terms of division of labor, he is the puppet pushed to the stage by the devil, and he responds in every way. However, according to Zhuge An, the Messiah is indeed a great good man in the infinite loop, otherwise it would not be possible to accumulate such a large mass base and climb to such a high position. According to the devil''s meaning, I am afraid that the saint child is the kind of person who always leaves the bright side to others, but leaves the darkness to himself. Unexpectedly, because of this reason, he was deeply controlled by the devil and wanted to be really embarrassed. The fingers came behind the young man''s ears and slid along the beautiful neck line. Under the dim light of the candlestick, everything was plated with ambiguous colors. Zong Jiu ignored the devil''s little movement, but instead asked: "Where is the soul of the fifth puppet thread invaded?" "This is the second question." The cold index finger pressed against the magician''s thin lips, "If it violates the rules of the game, then this is another price." "Or--" Fingers run down from top to bottom along the back at the right time, and swipe across the thick bathrobe, with meanings that adults can understand. "The magician is willing to pay this extra price?" Zong Jiu: "..." In total, he can only show two hands, and he is still screaming and screaming. You really deserve to be the devil. He turned over and directly chose to lie down, rejecting the other party''s continued harassment. "That''s up to you." After playing two rounds of the game, Zong Jiu was very satisfied with the information he got. However, he also exposed a lot of his own information, although from his point of view, it seems relatively irrelevant, and it is not lost to exchange the news in the hands of the devil. In the next round, Zong Jiu should cut into his main topic. What he didn''t expect was that after this round of your question and me answer, the demon suddenly stopped, looking unpredictable. "Stop playing." Zong Jiu:? ? ? Wait, you make it clear, how can you stop playing, I haven''t dug the pit to make you jump down, why did you leave the stall and quit? ! Isn''t the previous effort wasted? The white-haired young man said with a long heart: "The night is still so long, how can I stop playing." At this moment, a thunderstorm flashed by, and a bowl of thick lightning fell from the top of the cloud, piercing the long night. Just when the two of them were playing, you asked me to answer, the sudden heavy rain outside once again became violent. The storm is coming. The wind suddenly pushed open the window that had just been closed, and the creaking sound was intertwined with the sound of heavy rain and thunder, wrapped in a cold breath and plunged into the spacious and dark master bedroom. Under the control of the puppet line, the Duke resignedly walked over to act as a servant. Zong Jiu suddenly realized something. He just didn''t know why he was chatting about the devil, and his mood went down sharply, and he fell to the bottom all of a sudden. It seems that it may also have something to do with the weather outside. He thought of the little demon holding the rabbit doll, huddled alone in the heavy bedding, the one with cloth strips over his eyes in the toy room, and the unnamed number one. The nuns in the church said that when there was a thunderstorm, the pope would not sleep all night, or was troubled by nightmares and could not live well. "What do you want to know?" Just when Zong Jiu was thinking about how to borrow this possibly better fudge demon, the other party spoke first. Since it was straight to the point, Zong Jiu had no choice but to let go of his previous thoughts with regret. Since he had already asked the way to leave this instance, and the devil had given him an answer, Zong Jiu chose to answer straightforwardly this time. "The way to contact the main system." Since the path of the devil is unworkable, if Zong Jiu can ask for a way to contact the main system, it would be good to take the first old path to leave this dungeon. Obviously, no.1 knows his little abacus as well. However, his answer disappointed Zong Jiu. The devil spread his hands: "I came in by an abnormal route. How do you think I know how to contact the main system?" Zong Jiu: "..." That''s right. If the devil had a way to contact the Lord''s system, he would not be miserable now with only two hands exposed, and he would be misguided. At this moment, a heavy object suddenly fell from the shadow to the magician''s slightly open palm. [Congratulations on getting it? ? ? Level props: unknown key] [Instructions for use: It seems to be a key for users to transfer space] "Use it to return directly to the trainee dormitory." The cold fingers twirled on the brow bones of the white-haired young man, moving lazily, "Of course, you know what it means to use it." It is true that Zong Jiu has now achieved his goal of fooling the devil, and it can even be said that he has received an extra surprise. But using this key means that the magician will voluntarily give up his pride and take the initiative to become the devil''s forbidden / canary in the cage. At this moment, another deafening thunder and lightning passed by. This time, the devil''s mood was obviously worse. The shadow suddenly pierced the candlestick, annihilating the restless candlelight floating on it. "Even if the puppet line controls the npc, it can''t do anything against the common sense of the copy. Tomorrow night the Duke will send you back. During this period, you have enough time to think about whether to use this key." "It''s late at night, go to sleep." Zong Jiu said nothing. After a long time, there was still a steady breathing in the darkness. The enemy is sleeping next to him. It would be a **** to be able to sleep. The magician, the devil, and the puppet were all awake. They all had their eyes open, listening to the violent storm behind a wall, they were silent and dead. I don''t know how long it took. Maybe it''s a long time, a long time. When Zong Jiu actually started to feel a little sleepy, suddenly a cold hand fumbled from the bedding. This hand is not wearing those white gloves. It is cold, wide, rough, and full of hideous scars. Zong Jiu still remembers. The npc in that copy brought No.1 to the altar, trying to pour malice on him in the same way as every container was treated before, and then set fire to the container, once and for all. They didn''t think that the talent of this little boy turned out to be not afraid of flames. But the Flame Burning No. 1 could not die, but it was a malicious natural enemy. So the little boy full of malice all over his body was struggling in the fire, and the flame would burn maliciously, leaving terrible scars on his small body. There are no scars on the devil, and only when he sees his hands can he remember the past that no one knows about. The magician reflexively wanted to withdraw his hand, but his life stopped. He felt the hand rubbing his fingertips, and finally slowly inserted/inserted between his fingers, clasping his fingers. A set of movements is very calm, not pretending to be ambiguous, but it is reminiscent of the villain shivering in the thunderstorm. ...Forget it. Only this one time. The white-haired young man felt the temperature in silence, and slowly closed his eyes. Outside the window, the thunderstorm remained. There is no end. Chapter 200: Crazy circus Zong Jiu slept very shallowly. If in deep sleep he only needs to sleep for four hours to complete the amount of sleep he needs for a day, then he will have to sleep nearly twice as long when he sleeps very lightly and wakes up with a little disturbance. Generally speaking, in such an unsafe environment, Zong Jiu will not be sleepy. So even though he seemed to be asleep when he closed his eyes, he didn''t actually let himself go to sleep. As long as there is a slight movement in the hand that is holding him, or a slight movement in the ear, he will immediately open his eyes. However, it did not. The storm is getting bigger and bigger, like someone scooped a handful of water, pouring down from the sky, and it rained heavily. The young man closed his eyebrows slightly, and fell asleep in the dark, his silver-white eyelashes swept a shadow. In places he hadn''t seen, darkness swept silently from the ground, wrapped the bed, and cut off the sound of rain, wind, and thunder outside. The fingers holding the magician were rough and cold, but over time they contaminated the other person''s body temperature, which was higher than usual, and became warmer. On the other side of the shadow, a few strands of long hair that were as deep as night fell on the scorched and dirty rabbit doll. No one speaks, no dreams all night. When Zong Jiu woke up again, the time had passed into the night again. The magician opened his eyes, and almost moments later, his eyes, which were still stained with sleepiness, immediately became clear. The room was still very dark, and the hand that held him tightly last night was nowhere to be found, and even the Duke of Panther NPC, who had been sitting silently on the high-back chair, was also missing. Yesterday¡¯s endless heavy rain has long since stopped, and the stars are bright. The closer the carnival is, the shorter the daylight hours will be. Strictly speaking, Zong Jiu went to bed during the day, and when he woke up, it was night again. Zong Jiu sat up from the bed, and while tidying up his nightgown, he asked the sub-system: "What time is it now?" ¡¾Ten p.m¡¿ [Reminder, you still have one day and one night. By nine o''clock tomorrow night, the energy of the sub-system will be exhausted, and the ten-sided dice will not be used] time is limited. Zong Jiu tightened his nightgown and walked towards the door. He opened the door, and the servants who had been ordered by the Lord Duke to guard the door were startled for an instant and bowed their heads in salute. Obviously, these raccoons saw that Zong Jiu was able to walk independently, and there was a moment of astonishment on their faces. As one of the high-ranking NPCs in this Super S Grade dungeon, the brutality of the Black Panther Duke can only be said to be worse than that. Among other things, at least the people in this mansion are well aware of it. Last year, the cat brought back by the Duke from the auction venue was kept in the bedroom for three days. When he came out, he was covered with bruises and bloodstains. It was almost a breath. This time the servants opened a private gambling market, betting that this little beauty can hold on for a few days this year. As a result, no one expected that after only a long time, the Duke would leave the room first, and even coldly instructed them not to go in and disturb them, making the servants puzzled. As a result, it now appears that the cat looks intact, nothing happened? ? ? "Where are the locker rooms?" Zong Jiu was not interested in observing the expressions of these animals, but asked directly. "Yes, here, please follow us." Because the Duke instructed to satisfy all the requirements of this human as much as possible, the raccoons did not dare to disobey the order and hurriedly led the way for him. For so many years, it is not that there have been no cats of noble blood and strange breeds in the mansion, but it is really the first one to be ordered by the duke himself. Seeing the white-haired youth disappearing from the back of the dressing room, the servants turned their heads and looked at each other. On the other side, Zong Jiu stood in front of the rows of clothes racks, lost in thought. He stretched out his hand, still lying in the palm of his hand the key that the demon gave him last night. The appearance of this key looks very simple, the whole body is gray and black, and it is cold, and it is not a precious space transfer key at all. Warm reminder of the sub-system [The item cannot be detected with a level, it should be an exclusive item made by the instructor by attaching part of his authority to the key] Zhuge secretly said that in this copy, Zong Jiu has an inevitable death. Since it was possible to make the Kotou generals so nervous, and even at the expense of expensive survival points, to transfer the space of his props to Zong Jiu, it was enough to prove the seriousness of the situation. It is impossible for Zhuge to be unclear about what it means to be able to carry a B-level item in the super S-level copy of the banned ability. But even so, he must first ensure the safety of Zong Jiu, which means that the real difficulty of this dark dimension copy is likely to exceed everyone''s imagination, and it is even more than 50% possible. It is not necessarily that Zong Jiu will die here. It''s a pity that Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen are separated, and the two people can''t communicate with each other. Zong Jiu doesn''t know if Tu Yumen is in danger or has received any new information, and the other party is the same. Now that all the information obtained from the devil has been obtained, there is no point in staying here. The white-haired young man picked up a white suit and bowed his head to fasten the buttons of the small vest. He took care of the tie at will, fixed it with a tie clip, buttoned sapphire cufflinks on the cuffs of the suit, and then squeezed out the hair tied into the compartment of the clothes. As for the key? Zong Jiu didn''t even look at it, and threw it into the system backpack. Zhuge was right to say secretly, the solution to the game is indeed no.1. But in order to save his life, Zong Jiu survived the catastrophe and survived. So bow to the devil, break his pride with his own hands, and make a naked/naked/naked power transaction¡ª¡ª What a joke. The magician would rather die arrogantly like a dying swan on a stage that is highly anticipated; he would not beg to be like a dog, giving up his pride and bowing to whom. Zong Jiu finally fastened his belt, grabbed a windbreaker, and walked out of the locker room. The devil has no use value, he wants to leave here. ...... In the study room on the other side, an expensive red gold chandelier hangs from the ceiling, coating the room with a warm light. There are tall bookshelves on the two surrounding walls, densely piled with books, and the spine of the books are burnt with dark gold writing. If Tuyumen were here, it would be screaming. Because these books have a very high repetition rate with the books in the underground meeting room where the circus belongs, many of them are unique copies that are not even in the sect. The black magic recorded in them is of the same origin, and there are even many praising the evil god. Hymn. The Duke stood in front of the bookshelf, holding his hands. Its tone is strong, implying majesty: "He said he wants him to leave here?" "Return to your Excellency, yes." The butler stood at the entrance of the study, bowing deeply, not daring to look up at the master''s expression. At the same time, the zebra butler scolded the little cat who didn''t know what to do. Your Excellency did instruct the servant to satisfy the cat''s requirements as much as possible, but this does not mean indulgence. Just now when the butler heard the servant report that the other party wanted to leave the manor, he hurriedly reported to the Duke. A lowly human, or a toy/object brought back from the auction venue by your Excellency, does he really regard himself as his master? When the zebra lowered his head and thought bitterly in his heart, he suddenly heard a low and cheerful laughter in front of him. The Duke put his hands down, walked away from the bookshelf, and walked to the window sill. There are heavy curtains around the window sills, which are now being picked up and tied aside, revealing the transparent glass behind them. Through the glass, the demon manipulating the puppet can clearly see the appearance below. The white-haired magician stood on the grass in the courtyard, watching the coachman feeding the humans in the stables who were immersed in forage. No servants dared to approach, the coachman only feigned death when he didn''t get the manor''s order, occasionally raising the whip to let those "horses" who couldn''t help but look up and peek down to be honest. Almost the moment the devil''s sight fell on him, Zong Jiu seemed to feel it. The Duke stood in front of the French windows in the study room on the third floor of the manor, and looked at him condescendingly, with red gold in his eyes. The magician stared at him for a second, then suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, showing a flamboyant and provocative smile, and turned and walked towards the door of the manor. "Your Excellency, do you want me to send someone..." The butler who followed behind watching all this was startled, and hurried forward to ask for instructions. Regardless of whether it is auctioned or not, as long as the animal aristocracy photographs humans, then humans will always belong to this aristocrat. Just like slaves and slave owners in the old society, whether they live or die, they are attached. Generally speaking, there will be special human trainers in the estates of high nobles. These trainers know how to make humans better please the nobles and tame humans in all aspects. The housekeeper had already figured out how to let the trainer adjust/teach the cat after catching the kitty, but saw the Duke wave his hand indifferently. "Let him go." The devil stared at the white back, his tone of regret and inexplicable anticipation. If the magician immediately used the key and returned to the trainee dormitory, he would be greeted by the gorgeous cage prepared for him by the devil. From then on, the savior in the prophecy voluntarily gave up his self-esteem and became the devil''s forbidden. The name of the enemy no longer exists. Of course, the devil would be a perfect lover. He will announce to everyone that the magician is his own possession, and then even if the next decisive copy of the horror trainee is terrible, and the infinite loop copy is terrifying, it will not be able to harm a single bit of the possession. The magician will live under the protection of the devil, unless the latter gets bored one day. But does a magician know? He is so proud, so arrogant, unbelievable, and always surprises the demons. The more you are not succumbing to fate, and the more you want to break it, the eyes will be dazzling enough, bright and sparkling. It is always this light that makes the devil stop for appreciation. "Go and send down my cane." The Duke¡¯s cane is surrounded by thorns and flower vines, and it is like the Duke¡¯s presence. Let alone a human being, even if it is delivered to another nobleman, the whole noble circle can be shaken three times. The butler looked up in astonishment, and immediately replied after a moment: "Yes." The devil listened to the sound of the door closing behind him, smiling as he watched the youth leave. He can never guess what the next surprise the magician will bring to him, so he is always looking forward to it. Chapter 201: Crazy circus Zong Jiu''s servant took the walking stick that the other party respectfully handed over. The whole body of the walking stick is made of unknown fragrant wood, and the top is inlaid with a huge sapphire, which reflects a clear halo. When held in the hand, it feels heavy and heavy. The magician grabbed the stick in his hand and weighed it around, and found an engraved Duke''s family crest on the stick. The butler lowered his head, his eyes only dared to fall on the sapphire. This humble human will certainly not know that this is the shining jewel of hope known as the "Heart of the Sea" in the empire, and it is also a family heirloom passed down by the Duke''s family for many years. Your Excellency the Duke has the right to go to the field, and the meaning behind this cane is naturally needless to say. As long as this cane is in hand, even the royal family can''t give orders by leapfrogging. Seeing the cane is like seeing the Duke. However, Zong Jiu didn''t look flattered at all. After turning a few times in his hand, he threw it back to the housekeeper without hesitation. The butler was scared and trembling, and he hurriedly picked it up, for fear that he might hit the cane on the ground and knock out any corners. It would not be enough to chop him off ten heads. "You tell him I don''t need it." After putting down these words, Zong Jiu left without looking back, too lazy to see what the other person''s expression was like. This area is the residence of the Lord Duke, and no ordinary people who do not have long eyes dare to come to the aristocratic territory to make trouble. Under the command of the devil, no servant dared to stop it. So Zong Jiushi left this huge manor smoothly. After walking away from the manor, he quickly passed a disguise and hurried towards the circus. Because I really didn''t want to ride in that human carriage, there was not even a bicycle in this era, so Zong Jiu had no choice but to walk. The Duke¡¯s Manor is in the center of the Royal City, very close to the Royal City and not far from the circus. It''s night, and you can get there in tens of minutes if you run. Having said that, Zong Jiu frowned: "Sub-system, can you contact the Tuyumen?" Tu Yumen and him are separated, and the two share a system. How can they still be able to contact each other through the sub-system. [Although it is a violation of the rules of the game to communicate privately between trainees, but...] Obviously, the sub-system also remembered that he and the two trainees belonged to the grasshopper on the same line. So it was silent for a while, and quietly released a piece of water [You can use a piloting skill, every time the judgment is successful, you can refresh the opponent''s coordinate position once] Zong Jiu bends the corner of his mouth and rolled a ten-sided dice. ...... On the other side, the situation of Tu Yumen was not much better. He was squatting down/over, quietly squeezing into the kitchen of the underground farm. Because of the lack of raw materials, the chef ran to the slaughterhouse to procure the goods, carrying a spatula and did not know what to do. Now in the kitchen, only the flame is burning on the stove, there are some **** pieces of meat that are needed for side dishes, and there are a series of colorful bottles and jars on the table, which is quiet and unbelievable. But fortunately, there are a lot of baskets with ingredients, one by one, taller than a person, and they are full of things. For example, this basket of cabbage next to Tuyumen, another basket of carrots, and another basket of potatoes next to it. The Onmyoji shrank into this large pile of ingredients, shrinking himself into it. I don''t know why, Domemon feels a little strange now. After running out of the basement of the cult, he used the stealth props again and ran all the way to his life. But I don''t know what''s going on. I may have been running around and didn''t have time to think about it before. Now the Onmyoji squatted down and thought about it, and found many of these problems. It seemed that the chasers who came to chase him seemed a bit too casual. Randomly until the two black cloak sect members that I saw at the beginning did not even show up at all. All of them appeared on the road, and even gradually, there were fewer and fewer chasing soldiers... Reminiscent of the conversation he overheard in the conference room not long ago, Tomimon felt that something was not quite right. After pondering for a while, the Onmyoji turned the ten-sided dice and listened. Before a walking magician took his luck, his luck could be called smuggling, not to mention a hundred shots, but at least a little better than ordinary people. [Your throwing result is 13/20, listening to judge success] [You feel that your hearing suddenly becomes sharp, and you can easily hear the sound in the corridor outside behind a wall] "Hey, did you see that husky that ran away?" "I didn''t see it, it''s alright, I''ll almost go back to life. The adults in the cult have told me not to chase too far, just be scared, they can''t escape on Carnival anyway." "Indeed, the prey that was branded early, as long as there is a magic circle, it can''t escape the hands of the adults of the cult on the day of the carnival, and they are scattered." ...... Tu Yumen was taken aback, and a certain thread was connected in his head with an "ooh". His eyes widened, only then did he realize that he had overlooked a very fatal problem. He and the magician were summoned to this super S-class instance world, which can be confirmed from the system. There are summoning spells in the Onmyoji, but the Onmyoji summons Shiki. This type of summoning spells, whether they are from the East or the West, have the same significant in common. For example, if the summoned cannot resist the first time... Of course it cannot be resisted a second time. It''s no wonder that when he overheard the conversation between the two sect survivors, the two survivors said that it didn''t matter if the Duke sent the magician back. Anyway, there was a magic circle. "Why would I forget about this, because I am still an onmyoji, and it is almost the same if I am a fool." He was so angry that he smashed his head with his fist on the spot: "It''s over, if this is the case, those survivors must be positioned on me and the magician, ah ah ah ah, but I don''t have the ability of an onmyoji now. What the **** is going to do¡ª" "Puff, yes, you are quite stupid." Just when Tuyumen was full of tears and emotions, why he was so incapable of extermination of Onmyoji, the magician''s lazy voice suddenly sounded over his head. Tu Yumen froze for a moment and then jumped up with a stride. "Fuck, when did you come? It scared me to death!" He was startled, and he didn''t react until he saw Zong Jiu''s teasing face. "...You have been running, do you know how many pilots I threw to find you?" When it comes to this, Zong Jiu is also out of anger. I don''t know what Zhuge An''s hands and feet were in the luck of the two of them. After Zong Jiu and Tu Yumen separated, his own luck became extremely unstable. Forget it, and finally succeeded in making a single die. As a result, the coordinates of the Tuyumen changed again, causing Zong Jiu to run around here. He pretended that he was good, but many animals saw the Duke''s family crest on his suit and thought he was a big man, so they put him in. Zong Jiu didn''t expect that he threw back the cane sent by the devil, and he could still get some light from the puppet npc controlled by the other party. It was a bit magical to think about it. However, there are advantages that do not take the bastard, and this is not what he actively wants to take. So Zong Jiu swaggered into the underground farm as a big man this time, looking for traces of Tuyumen nearby. "Well, now is not the time to say this." He briefly recounted what he had experienced all day and night in a few words, "How about you?" "me......" Tu Yumen cried his face: "The position given to us by the survivalists in us, no matter where we escape, as long as they draw a magic circle on the ground on the day of the carnival festival, they can summon us anytime and anywhere." This is really bad news. Especially when Zong Jiu asked about the excessive system, the sub-system also indicated that all the skills of the ten-sided dice were powerless for this counter-summoning. "Don''t worry." Zong Jiu put his index finger on his chin and fell into thinking: "You mean, nearly half of the survivors 20 years ago were actually not dead, and even hung down and established a belief in the evil gods. Cult?" The Onmyoji nodded, "The animals in this copy firmly believe in an evil **** named Sadha Hegla. The Sussex Manuscript says Sadha Hegla is just an incarnation, and he has more The supreme ontology. However, even the manuscript also says that believing in this evil **** is completely crazy, because from the moment you believe in the evil god...the mind will be eroded by the inexplicable ignorance and darkness. , Became crazy." "But they still believe in him unswervingly, and they prepare a carnival festival every ten years. In fact, the festival is a ceremony used to sacrifice to the evil god. It is said that the evil **** can only choose a satisfactory sacrifice. Will show mercy and realize the wishes of the cultists." This is not quite right. Survivors in the infinite loop rarely have faith, and even if they do, they cannot believe in evil gods. Even if it were placed twenty years ago, these survivors would not be so profitable that they would run into a horrible copy to promote cults. Unless...this Super S Grade dungeon itself has a tradition of believing in cults and evil gods. Just when Zong Jiu realized this, a warm reminder came from the subsystem. [Trigger key clues, inspiration check, please] I have to say that Zong Jiu''s luck at the Tuyumen''s side is getting better again. [Your throwing result is 21/35, the inspiration judgment is successful] [Some memory fragments that are hard to be noticed are suddenly connected in your mind, and some of the previously overlooked details are also constantly pieced together along this clue, so you seem to have a new situation in front of you, extremely bold Speculation...] Accompanied by the cold mechanical sound of the subsystem, Zong Jiu suddenly recalled the part that he and Tu Yumen hadn''t noticed when they were searching for clues in the underground farm. For example... when standing above the farm and looking down, you can see a pigsty that is obviously too large. No matter how you look at the body shape, it doesn''t fit the human being with a small stature. There are many architectural styles that are unreasonable and not even suitable for animals but humans. There are also some strange facilities in the underground farm, everything seems to be reversed with the real world. Zhuge An once said that the source of all horror copies is the real world. No matter how absurd, it is impossible to divorce from the background of reality. But in this world, something is obviously going too far. Under the blessing of the successful judgment of inspiration, Zong Jiuru is divinely helpful. "Wait, you just said that if the evil **** is summoned, the wish can be fulfilled successfully?" The dungeon that was suddenly dragged from the light dimension to the dark dimensionality, and the darkness that was ubiquitous like the plague, was flooded in this dungeon. Crazy animals, cruel domination, pathological class system and concepts. Suddenly disconnected from the main system, the survivors who were left in the dungeon volunteered to become the mainstay of the sect, and even practiced black magic, intending to perform the festival again. Even...religious faith. Under what circumstances can survivors who have no faith be allowed to voluntarily and devoutly believe in the evil god, racking their brains to summon the evil **** a second time? unless-- "Then you said, twenty years ago...Is it possible that the evil **** has been summoned successfully once?" See it with your own eyes. And, I realized my wish once. Chapter 202: Crazy circus Tomorrow is the great day of the empire once every ten years. Carnival festival. This festival has a tradition for many years, and it is said that it can be traced back to thousands of years ago. The prototype of the festival was to worship an evil **** named Sadha Hegla. Since the history of the festival thousands of years ago, the animals of the empire have worshipped this evil **** madly. Morning prayers, afternoon prayers and evening prayers do not end, which can be called fanaticism. The name of Cthulhu/''s/ could not be simulated by any kind of vocal cords, so they imprinted the Latin transliteration of Cthulhu on every building in the empire, and there were even signs of evil/religion and altars everywhere. Every ten years, the Order will borrow the circus venue to hold a festival in the center of the circus. The more you believe in evil gods, the more cruel the content of the ceremonies. For example, carnival festivals. The content of their ceremonies is a bit like the Aztec civilization of Mesoamerica in ancient times in the real world. Choose satisfactory sacrifices for the Cthulhu, and then compulsively pour the ecstasy/phantom medicine for the sacrifice. If the Cthulhu is not satisfied, use a sharp knife to live open the chest of the sacrifice, take out the beating heart, and place it on the altar. . If the Cthulhu is satisfied, then the sacrifice will be tied to a pile of firewood, lit a raging fire, and burned to the gods in the sky. What is even more frightening is that this set of cruel sacrificial activities has been continued and has never been changed. Because in the historical records, they have really summoned the evil gods, and even...the evil gods have realized their wishes. The manifestation of miracles will only make the believers more fanatical, pious, and crazy. The day before the ceremony, the sky fell into darkness and there was no day. This is the abnormal weather caused by the magical wizards of the cult, because the magical magic must be performed at night. "Oh... listen to the voices outside, it seems that many guests have already arrived?" The wild boar''s ears moved, and he heard cheers outside the circus tent. The head of the circus with the mane was letting his servant comb his hair and put a thick layer of hairspray. The head of the circus, as a partner of the order, should naturally be present. "Yes, the group leader, many guests have already come." The Fox Doctor, who was still in the veterinary hospital arguing about humans, is now styling the circus leader with a low eyebrow. The scalpel flew in his hand, and the mane was neatly repaired. "Are those performing humans ready?" When the rabbit management of the circus came in to report, the wild boar burped lazily. "It''s ready, it''s all handed over to the cult. They said they will arrange everything." "Humph." The head of the circus snorted coldly: "If it weren''t for the great figures and the Duke of the Royal City tonight..." In previous years, the religious groups held festivals directly in the square, and only with the special approval of the king could they borrow the venues of the Royal Circus. "You really don''t need to worry about this. If you fail to achieve what it was 20 years ago, the royal family will definitely condemn the cult after the festival." The rabbit proficiently slapped the flattery: "The circus is backed by the royal family, this group Even if all human beings are here, the sect is convicted, and your Majesty will never forget the circus''s contribution to domesticating these humans." The circus also manages underground farms on weekdays. Some of the carefully cultivated humans are bought by the nobles and kept as pets in mansions, and some are detained by the circus and kept in cages for training day and night. Actor in the circus. This carnival festival also needs these human opening performances to add to the excitement. I just don''t know if the nasty guys in the sect will target the actors carefully cultivated by these circus. "Indeed, this year the sect has caught two blue bloods that are said to be highly compatible. Don''t worry, you should only need those two sacrifices this year, as well as the animal waste paid by each visitor. enough." The wild boar did not speak, but his expression became more relaxed. It waved the trotters, "Okay, you go to the backstage to monitor the status of today''s festival preparations, don''t go wrong." At twelve o''clock tonight, the carnival festival will be held as scheduled. All the animals in this Super S Grade dungeon, nobles or civilians, will go to the square to participate in the grand festival held every ten years. Nowadays, there are colorful lights in the square, and colorful lanterns are hung everywhere, giving it a sense of oldness and absurdity from the 1970s in New York. Further afield, orchestras wearing human hair woven into knitted hats, holding flutes and cellos, played unknown and strange joyful tunes at the corners of the circus. Countless animals gathered around the circus, all of them wearing exaggerated costumes and uniform black pointed hats on their heads. Some of these animals came with a carriage or on foot. But no matter how they come, they will hold a human with chains and collars in their hands. There are "horses" branded on the backs of human beings, as well as "pigs", "chickens", "duck" and "gooses" branded on their backs. The members of the cult waiting outside the square checked the identities of their animals one by one and linked the lock to it. "Don''t jump in line, don''t jump in line, one sacrifice corresponds to one." The identities of the core members of the order are easy to identify, because they are the only ones wearing black cloaks and peaked hats, hiding themselves behind the darkness, even their faces are not real. A little hamster bounced around holding his mother''s hand and pointing at the ice cream in the ice cream truck. "Mom, I want to eat that!" "Okay, let''s go buy it now." The hamster patted its head and passed the rein in his hand. Take the little hamster over there to buy snacks. The black cloak pulled the reins, and the human being crawling with both hands and feet on the ground was arbitrarily pulled onto the scale by him. He kicked an impatiently. "It''s only sixty pounds... but it''s really a beggar. This pig has been raised into such a skinny appearance. Throw it to the secondary sacrifice." The sight of the other black cloak was moved back from the frozen human blood ice cream cart behind him, and he obediently led the human reins and classified it into the stables of the sub-sacrifice. It is said that it is a stable, but it is actually a boundary scribbled with wooden fences. The humans inside looked like crooked winter melons and cracked dates, with wide mouths, dizzy eyes and dripping saliva. These humans are of little value. They were born to be raised as meat and poultry and used as livestock for the animals to eat, so naturally they are not as good-looking humans as able to receive language education. "So many sacrifices, it should be enough." The second black cloak glanced at the dense humans in the stable, and asked casually. "No, it''s not enough, it''s far worse than it was 20 years ago." The first black cloak glanced casually, and continued to deal with the next guests. Any grand festival requires enough sacrifices, especially the summoning of the incarnation of the Supreme God in the Sussex Manuscript. "Why do I seem to think that there were not as many sacrifices 20 years ago as there are now?" Zong Jiu, wearing a black cloak, began to lie. While lying, he also had a conversation in the subsystem. It is known that the survivors 20 years ago also had ten-sided dice. If Zong Jiu throws a charm, he needs to have a charm confrontation with the members of the cult. If the opponent¡¯s psychology skills are high and Zong Jiu¡¯s charm fails, he and Tu Yumen finally stun a survivor and take off the other¡¯s clothes. The painstakingly disguised as such a plan is equivalent to abandoning all previous efforts. , It is really not worth the loss. [Words 21/30, your throwing result is successful] [So you start to whistle around and test each other with words without a trace to get more information] [Note that the opponent also has the ten-sided dice and KP. If the opponent detects a problem and uses psychology on you, it is very likely that your skills will be exposed] However, the real members of the cult did not find the empty clich¨¦ loopholes in his words. "Twenty years ago, the preparations were all pigs, cows and sheep. Can these "pigs", "cows" and "lambs" be the same now?" "Furthermore, have you forgotten what happened ten years ago? If "He" is not satisfied with the sacrifice, disaster will come down. If we continue to believe in Him, the world will become more and more crazy. If we continue to stay in this world, It will only become more distorted, it would be better to fight this and get out of the infinite loop." Finally some intelligence came out. Zong Jiu sighed in his heart. For several hours in the past, he and Tu Yumen tried to break into the circus, and the other tried to break into the order. Tu Yumen was good, and he didn''t pay attention to choosing a role to serve tea and water in the circus, and now it is estimated that it is not up or down. Zong Jiu was also miserable. This cult member seemed to be a survivor who was not valued in the team, and did not have much right to speak. After participating in a brief rally in the cult meeting room, he was assigned to the square to see the ticket. , There are no clues, so much time was wasted in vain. Now it is only half a day before the energy of the ten-sided dice runs out. They also need more intelligence. It also happened to be at this time when the Tuyumen on the other side heard the extremely bad news again. The so-called leaks happen to be rain at night, and people are unlucky when they drink cold water. In the study room below the circus, the senior officials of the sect were counting the sacrifices to be used in the festival, while chatting casually. Just now, the Onmyoji master saw that they had carried human blood and brushes to the circus stage, and drew the summoning array on the stage. Once the summoning array is drawn, he and the magician will have no room for resistance and will definitely be summoned again. They must seize the time to find out how to contact the main system before that. "Escape? It''s absolutely impossible." One person picked up a pen and drew a red cross on the head of the sacrifice, and then ordered other subordinates to bring down the sacrifices with good color, and first put a layer of blood on the altar to preheat it. "We prepared these two sacrifices, not for the incarnation to come." "Only when the Supreme God descends here can it be possible to realize the wish." "Of course, if the Supreme God descends, the two survivors may really be able to contact the main system." "But don''t forget, only satisfactory sacrifices can make the Supreme God descend. Isn''t this the purpose of us having spent so much effort to pull them from the main system?" "He is very satisfied with the sacrifice this time." Chapter 203: Crazy circus It is conceivable that after hearing this news, the Tuyumen was struck by lightning. He reluctantly put down the circus props he was carrying, and then hurriedly found a reason to urinate, walked to the corner and threw a pilot to the place where the magician was. According to what he had just overheard, these survivors were neither worried about whether they could catch him and the magician, nor whether they would contact the main system. Being able to be so confident and fearless, it is natural to rely on it. Because the summoned person has long been left with a curse mark, he can be summoned a second time and contact the main system... It is very likely that the Cthulhu will break the space barrier and be summoned to this Super S Grade dungeon before the main system can get in touch with them. Because only then can this super-S-level copy space be broken by the higher-dimensional evil gods, and the signal can pass through the treacherous space coordinates floating in the dark dimension, and successfully link the survivors. But the problem is that Zongjiu and Tuyumen are the sacrifices. Only by offering sacrifices to them, the evil **** will appear. If they didn''t sacrifice to them, the evil **** would never show up, let alone show up. This is a dead end. ...... "Okay, time is almost up, let''s get ready to start." The members of the cult just dragged a few humans with red crosses on their heads, and ordered the butchers standing next to the altar to put their blood on the altar first. The butcher was holding a sharp sharp knife, and simply went down with a single knife, cutting off the heads of the humans like cutting vegetables. Suddenly, the white flowers flowing back from his head dripped down. They cursed badly, threw their heads away and grasped the truncated section, like holding a paintbrush, and painted a layer on the surface of the altar, and immediately dyed the cold, black-gray ground into a red and gorgeous color. The big tent of the original circus was demolished in half and turned into a semi-outdoor style. The round stage for the central performance has just become the best choice for the altar. The members of the Order were all dressed in black cloaks and pointed hats, most of them were surrounded by the altar, with their hands folded and chanting words in their mouths. I don''t know when the orchestra''s sound became creepy. Accompanied by the violin and the flute, they gradually began to change the tone from the original holy Christmas carol. The members of the cult around the altar chanted loudly. "Look at the sky, high above, the time has come for the stars to return." It was a chant that started in an unknown tone, one after another. At the beginning, there was some vagueness. As all the members of the cult joined in, the sentence gradually became clear, bright, and suddenly high and sharp. This chanting and song seemed to have some indescribable magic power, which made people involuntarily open their mouths, and continued with this strange and turbulent tone. Gradually, not only the members of the sect, but all the animals standing on the square opened their mouths, even the humans who were **** with reins and collars and were imprisoned in the stables for sacrifice. They all opened their mouths and sang a weird Christmas carol along with the carols. It''s not the holiness and brightness of the original song, but the weird, cold, and unbelievably gloomy. "Ignorance and stupidity become the new masters." "The time has come for the stars to return, the seal has been broken, and the old rulers are about to wake up." ...... There is no doubt that this is a very strange scene. For some reason, Zong Jiu remembered the painting hanging in the veterinary hospital. The background of the picture is also the same deep dark night as this festival. In the center of the painting, inside the circus tent, the onlookers are densely packed with black capes and pointed hats, with no end in sight. The blood-stained altar was flowing viscously in the center surrounded by the cloak. Some of them are holding **** sharp knives, some are holding thick parchment, some are kneeling on the ground, and others are raising their arms as if welcoming the coming of God, with expressions on their faces. fanaticism. Like some kind of deadly infectious plague, crazy and unreasonable. Exactly the same. The singing was still repeating, and Zong Jiu felt that his heart began to become irritable again. [Hesitate to receive some kind of mental pollution, you need to pass a sanity check. 1 point of sanity is deducted for success, 1 to 3 sanity points will be deducted for failure, please] [Your throwing result is 72/50, and the sanity check failed] [Your sanity value minus 2 points, S-level trainee Zongjiu now has a sanity value of 38/50] [Attention, you are in an unknown scene now, staying in this scene for too long may cause the sanity value to be continuously deducted] "." Just as Zong Jiu tried to ignore this passage and calmed his head pain, suddenly a stone was thrown in his back. The magician became sharp instantly. He quietly glanced at the black cloak immersed in the chanting, and quickly strayed away under the cover of the crowd. This is a very simple thing, because now all living creatures in the square that can make a sound are singing, except for Zongjiu and Tuyumen. "What''s wrong? Any new information?" The two of them turned into a remote corner one after the other. Tu Yumen''s face was very ugly, and he paused for a while before he told the shocking news that he had just found out. "..." It took Zong Jiu about three seconds to digest the "shocking news" from this Onmyoji. "So what you mean is that now we stretch our heads with one stroke, and shrink our heads with one stroke. We can only wait to die?" Tu Yumen nodded sadly. Isn''t it? I finally found out the news, but in the end I found that it was nothing but a emptiness, and it would be hard for anyone to accept it. "When I came, I already asked about the system. It said that if the space barrier of this Super S Grade copy is not broken, there is absolutely no way to contact the main system." So the topic went back to the beginning. If you don''t sacrifice their two guinea pigs, the evil **** will never come out. "Oh, I see." Zong Jiu nodded, and suddenly spread his left hand flat, and punched it with his right hand, "Then I have a way." Domemon:? ? ? No, things are like this, what can you do! The Tuyumen was a little broken: "You have a way, you can tell me, their festivals have all started, they will call us soon, and you are still selling them here!" "The way is--" Two business cards suddenly appeared in the hands of the white-haired young man, "This way." [You have used the B-level props: the clown''s friendship card] [You have used B-level props: Mad Hatter''s friendship card] [Because this item is a friendship item, trainees need to ask the other party for instructions after using it, please wait...] In the next second, a ghost suddenly appeared in front of them. The Mad Hatter was maintaining an elegant posture, holding the blue court teacup in one hand and the cup holder in the other. Tu Yumen could clearly see that what was in the cup was not black tea, but a cup full of human blood. "Oh, Mr. Little White Bird Magician, long time no see!" Mad Hatter showed an exaggerated smile, which made people very doubtful whether the oil paint on his face was going to fall off. He raised his glasses to the two of them: "Would you like to taste the fresh Bloody Mary? This is a special offer for the tea party, even Alice said it tastes good." Domemon once again: "..." He lowered his voice, his voice still trembling: "This, isn''t this the ghost npc in the Halloween event?" Now they are in the Super S Grade dungeon, and even if they don''t have the power to bind the chicken, they will have a ghost, which is really fatal. "It''s okay, my own person." Zong Jiu patted him on the shoulder and greeted Mad Hatter very skillfully, "Long time no see, where''s the clown?" "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, as expected that he is a magician who can always bring me new surprises when I am bored, I really like you so much Mad Hatter''s eyes lit up suddenly, and he was about to speak, but there was another "bang" in the air. This time it was the clown. Unlike the Mad Hatter, who hurriedly accepted the invitation and came from the tea party, the clown obviously came after some preparations. He changed into a neat purple suit, his messy hair was combed back to his head, and even the eyeshadow and lip gloss were repainted in vivid colors. At first glance, he was invited to dress up carefully. By the way, the corners of this dress are still stained with scarlet blood, and I don''t know which hapless man snatched it from. "Mr. Magic, long time no see~~~" With a still horrified smile on his face, the clown bowed politely. "I really miss you so much... I didn''t expect you to still remember me after a long absence." He seemed a little at a loss, not knowing how to express his excitement, joy and excitement, on the contrary, the expression on his face became hideous and awkward. Tu Yumen shivered and took a step back to Zong Jiu without a trace. The clown was killing someone when he received the business card invitation. Then the next second, the person who was about to die saw the dark emperor throw the dagger in his hand, took off his suit, quickly changed it and disappeared without a trace. So blood will inevitably be stained on the clothes. Of course, for this scene, Zong Jiu naturally pretended not to see it. "Wait, wait, it''s only half an hour, let''s make a long story short, old folks." Mad Hatter interrupted this touching reunion, and threw the tea cup and cup holder in his hand casually, putting his hands together: "Mr. Magician invites us to come this time¡ª" "Of course." Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "I will call you if there are fun things." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Mad Hatter and the clown laugh and high-five together, making cheerful and expectant voices such as "Okay!" The clown held his face, with a look of happiness: "It is a great honor for me to be able to solve problems for Mr. Magician!" Mad Hatter tapped on the ground excitedly, "So, what fun is it? Is it a surprise performance by the Mad Hatter Clown and the Magician!" Tu Yumen looked at Zong Jiu with horror and nodded, "That''s right." The white-haired young man was holding two ten-sided dice in his hand, his tone was calm, "I can''t get out anyway." "Then you can only destroy this copy." The magician let the madness hidden in his eyes since entering this copy, and the pupils reflected by the ten-sided dice were full of interest. "¡ªLet¡¯s make a big fuss." Chapter 204: Crazy circus "Great!!!" For the magician''s declaration of "make a big fuss and behave nonsense", the clown and the mad hat of course agree with both hands and feet. Not only did they agree with their hands and feet, they almost jumped on the ground and happily started a double bullfighting dance. Seeing the clown hooking Mad Hatter''s hand, the two of them circulated in excitement, Tu Yumen was speechless for a while. He leaned behind Zong Jiu and lowered his voice: "...Aren''t you kidding me?" Zong Jiu turned his head, the inexplicable look in his eyes made Onmyoji feel a palpitating heart: "Why do you say that?" Domemon: "..." Isn''t this obvious? What kind of dungeon do you think this is? This is a super S-rank dungeon. Why can you ruin this dungeon as simple as drinking water and eating? Hey! ! He really wanted to grab the magician''s collar and roar to make him sober. It''s a pity that he dare not. Zong Jiu patted Onmyoji''s hand comfortingly: "Don''t worry, I have a sense of measure and plan." Just at this moment, the sub-system sent another warm reminder. [This scene has an unknown source of pollution. Please pay attention to the trainees. Staying in this scene will continue to perform sanity checks, which may be accompanied by uncontrollable arrogance/paranoia/fear/mania/hysteria and other negative trends, please pay attention to trainees ¡¿ Tu Yumen''s eyes turned into horror again. He thinks the sub-system is connoting a magician, but he can¡¯t show evidence.jpg "Okay, make a big fuss!" "Then what shall we do, Mr. Magician?" After the clown and Mad Hatter danced, the two stood side by side, looking at the white-haired youth with expectant eyes, wishing to rush into the crowd to make a big fuss. Zong Jiu turned around and whispered in a very provocative tone: "Of course it''s a great gift for this copy." "How interesting is the upside-down world of animals and humans. Both humans and animals have the same arrogance when they become a ruler, right?" The magician really deserves to be a god-man who can communicate with the two lunatics, the Joker and the Mad Hatter, just by looking at each other and knowing what they are looking forward to. "look--" He pointed to the distance. The members of the cult wearing black cloaks still stood in front of the altar, chanting the most weird tune with sharp and high voices. Gradually, these voices condensed into a single piece in mid-air, undulating, rising and falling, just like the Buddha holding a scripture while chanting in a Buddhist hall during a gathering, with a mass of stuff stuck in his throat. But once you want to concentrate on listening to what they are singing, these sounds are like thousands of needles pierced into the mind of consciousness, and people will involuntarily follow it, and follow that in a trance. The voice read. Zong Jiu just diverted his attention and listened for a while, and he felt that his whole head became painful again, as if there were tens of millions of flying insects buzzing in his head, which was too annoying. The voice of the sub-system recalled his sanity [Dying the sanity check for you, please wait...] He rubbed his temples and said coldly. "For example...they are too noisy, let''s shut them up first." The Mad Hatter and the Clown stood there immediately, bowing and saluting, "Oh, yes!" Like a conjure, one of them took out a balloon, the other took out a hand/gun inlaid with rosewood handles, and rushed towards the outside with a sharp smile. "The Mad Hatter Joker and Magician surprise show is coming soon, hahahaha!" Domemon: "..." It turns out that the "measure and plan" the magician said was that there was no measure and no plan. He looked at the gray-haired youth with a look in his eyes. "Now that we are trapped here, there is of course no better way other than desperately." Zong Jiu comforted Tu Yumen and said, "By the way, how many more opportunities do you have to use your stealth items?" Master Onmyoji sighed, "One more time." Although he was still a little vacillating in his heart, it was all based on the premise that they could not destroy this copy. This is not a kid''s playhouse. The Super S-Rank dungeon is one-liner higher than the S-Rank. If the S-Rank is a small plane, then the Super S-Rank is a world of its own. Like the dungeon of the crazy circus in front of us, animals dominate humans, and they are in a strict order with a clear hierarchical division of labor. It is difficult to find any loopholes or fatal logical problems from within the dungeon to break this boundary. If you want to use physical means-what a joke. Not to mention that they are now deprived of their ability, even if their ability is not deprived, it is impossible to destroy the world. "Oh, one more time. Then, let''s exchange it. You can give me your props." Zong Jiu took a shot from his backpack and threw a heavy object into the hands of Tu Yumen. While the latter was shocked by his natural tone, he received a warm reminder from the subsystem in an instant. [You have already obtained the transfer of S-level trainee Zongjiu? ? ? Level props: unknown key] [Special Note: Use this prop to return to the trainee dormitory in an instant] Tu Yumen suddenly raised his eyes and looked at him incredulously. The words were trembling: "You, you, you, you, this, this..." "That''s right, it''s for you." Zong Jiu lazily spread out his hands, "Give me your invisibility items." The Onmyoji Master put his invisible props into the opponent''s hands in a trance as if he were in a dream, and waited until the sub-system reminded him that the transfer of the props had been completed, he came back to his senses, Zhang Dazhang. This time, Tu Yumen finally stopped stuttering, but when he opened his mouth, he raised countless questions. "Stop it, we don''t have much time, I will only answer your three questions." Zong Jiu''s palm was flattened, with an expression on your face that you have something to say quickly. Tu Yumen calmed down his emotions. Then he found that he really couldn''t do it. One second ago, I felt that I was going to die soon, but the next second I found that there was no way out of the mountains and rivers, and there was still another village in the dark. Who could keep my heart still like water? Master Onmyoji wrapped the key in his hands with a look of excitement and shock, for fear of losing his only hope. "Can I really go back to the trainee dormitory after using this? Right now? Right away, right away?" "Yes, if you want to use it, you can use it now, and you can go back when you use it." "What''s the matter? How come you have props that you can go back?" Zong Jiu: "It was given by others." "Who?" Zong Jiu was silent for a moment, "Anyway, you can use it, let''s go, let''s do something." Tu Yumen felt wrong instinctively, and grabbed the magician''s hem, "Wait, if you have this, why didn''t you use it early?" "No, since we have this, why are we going to make trouble? Now that we can use it directly, don''t we have it?" After saying this, Onmyoji immediately realized that something was wrong: "Wait, how many items do you have?" But before he could finish his words, the white-haired young man put on his black hood again, and rushed out like an arrow from the string, and fell into the crowd of animals and cults at once, leaving only the Onmyoji standing alone. At the same place, staring at the back of the other person who was going away. After a long time, Tu Yumen scratched his head and muttered to himself: "Although the magician is a good person, I don''t want to give me the only chance to live..." He stood there thinking for a while, and after he became more sure of his thoughts, he tangled up the keys and ran forward together. Forget it, anyway, with the key in hand, you can go anytime, don''t worry about it. The magician can be regarded as his savior, since he wants to play, let''s make a big fuss. ...... "Your Excellency the Duke." It was hard to tell from the outside that any special carriage was parked beside the square. The last cult member who was waiting hurriedly stepped forward and was about to help put down the pedals of the carriage, but heard a cold and majestic voice from the carriage: "Just go in like this." Just go in like this? Enter the venue in a carriage? The members of the Order hesitated. It''s not to blame for his hesitation, but even the king and prince of the royal city sat obediently in the VIP seats. As a result, the Duke swayed in and drove the carriage in. Wouldn''t it be a bit wrong... His hesitation only lasted for a second, because in the next second, the cane with a huge sapphire inlaid on the top gently opened the curtain. The members of the cult was agitated, and immediately bent down, letting the way behind them come: "Please." Seeing the carriage rolling towards the crowd, the survivor was frightened in a cold sweat. After only twenty years, how could he forget it. Twenty years ago, in the cult/cultist sacrifice, it was obvious that the cult/cultist npc of this copy wanted to summon the gods, but because of the mistake of the evil god¡¯s name and sacrifice procedures. As a result, a black hole appeared in the sky after the completion of the festival. Accompanied by the monotonous and hateful flute sound, a certain evil **** who happened to pass by was sent down and punished, not only dragging this huge plane into the dark dimension, but also inverting the original pattern of this copy. What did the dark-skinned evil **** with a hearty smile at that time say? [Sacrifice and being sacrificed? Hahahahaha, it''s so interesting] No one understands His tone that is different from ordinary people and cannot be understood by humans. Even just hearing it will plunge into unknowingly madness. As a result, the identities of humans and animals have been reversed in the boundless madness given by such evil gods. In the past, the people who were brought to the altar by the cultists were animals. Now, the people who are brought to the altar are humans. No one found it wrong, except for the survivor who came to this copy from the infinite loop, witnessed with his own eyes and took a precious photo. Although they survived, their sanity is on the verge of running out. Of the five teams, almost 95% of them went mad and died on the spot. Only by luck, less than ten people survived, but they were also caught in an intermittent madness that could not be cured for life. Then, the survivors found that they could not resist the animal''s orders. Because the ruler is no longer human. At the same time, the carriage slowly drove into the square and stopped in the most conspicuous position. The person inside gently tapped the edge with his cane, his tone couldn''t hear the joy or anger: "Which step is the ceremony?" The butler standing in front of the carriage immediately replied: "In response to your Excellency, the Order is already preparing to summon sacrifices." The devil was about to speak when he heard a sudden scream from the edge of the square. He raised his eyes with interest and raised the curtain. Under the bright night sky, the youth was standing on a new hat balloon. His white hair was hunting in the air, condescendingly overlooking the square below. The raging flames ignited on the cards flying at the magician''s fingertips, and then traversed red flames and landed from the sky, accurately falling to the place where the Mad Hatter and the clown were prepared, banging up the sky full of colorful flowers. And the latter one holding a high torch, the other holding a fan behind his back, literally fanning the flames, running around, spreading around the world like Prometheus. "Come and watch the show! Don''t miss the chance and never come again, and the clown, the Mad Hatter and the magician will give you love!" The chaos caused by the three men abruptly broke the chanting before the sacrifice, it was like throwing a hundred ducks, a hundred noisy frogs, and a hundred geese into this venue, all the way along the way. The man curled his mouth and fixed his eyes firmly in the air. No one knows better than the devil, there is no escape method other than using his key in this instance. Of course, even if he tells the truth, the magician can''t listen. It seems that he is born to like to fight against fate, even if he knows the ending, he also likes to make some senseless efforts and attempts. But it is this kind of meaningless struggle that makes people feel expectant. This kind of expectation even surpassed what the devil had previously imagined. When all hope was annihilated and fate was unshakable, the magician''s eyes were dim, and he took the initiative to walk into the golden cage created by the demon for him. It is undeniable that this kind of him makes the devil unable to look away. "So, how would you choose, my little magician?" no.1 whispered, as if talking to himself, bowed his head and combed another brand new red rose in his hand. If the magician can survive this time and walk in front of him, give this rose to him. The devil thought happily. Chapter 205: Crazy circus Zong Jiu felt that he was a genius. His D-class prop, the Mad Hatter balloon, was made by two people, the clown and the Mad Hatter, squatting down. So of course, they can make the first one, and naturally they can make the second one. Because the clown came here this time with not enough balloons in their hands, they all collected materials on the spot, grabbing balloons from unknown animal cubs along the way, and knocking over several popcorn carts and ice cream carts by the way. The Mad Hatter also commented that the man''s blood ice cream was not authentic at all, and by the way, he put a cover on the face of the members of the cult who wanted to come forward to stop him. In this Super S Grade dungeon, the combat power of the two ghosts can be said to be invincible and quite invincible. Even if members of the cult and the royal family screamed for the troops and guards guarding the outermost square to come in to maintain order, they could not stop the clown and the Mad Hatter from the slightest path of travel. The two of them were jumping around, with a playful look on their faces. "Welcome to our circus show!" With a fire in his hand, the clown ignited most areas of the square, kicking down the floats, and looking for materials or things that could continue to burn. "Catch them!" "Don''t let them run away!" The royals screamed loudly. "Guard, where''s the soldier, soldier!!" The animals were in turmoil. The prayer chanting just now has been completely gone, replaced by waves of chaos. The members of the cult wearing black cloaks were furious, and gathered around the altar one by one, thinking of difficult black magic in their mouths, trying to stop these two troublemakers who didn''t know where they came from. However, the two of the clown and the mad hat are originally from the ghost camp, and they are the bosses of a dungeon world. There is no doubt about their strength. Magic resistance does not know how high they are, and they are completely indifferent when facing attacks. Those who should kill and kill, should still set fire. It''s a pity that Mad Hatter and Joker can only appear for half an hour. Now the festival has just begun, and it will be nearly three hours before they completely lose contact with the main system. During this half an hour, the layout of the cult must be destroyed, and the altar will become a mess, so that the ceremony cannot continue. Then the next two and a half hours...you have to rely on yourself. Zong Jiu was now standing on the second Mad Hatter balloon, holding the thin balloon string in one hand and the burning card in the other. Tu Yumen''s support was also quite timely. He sprang out of the utility room below the circus. He didn''t know what skill he had passed, and he was carrying a big oil barrel in his hand. "fast--" He threw the oil barrel into the clearing, and the magician in the sky seized the opportunity, and the cards in his hand fell steadily like a kaleidoscope. In the next second, blazing flames rose to the sky. The flames swallowed everything around him mercilessly, spreading from the ground to the stables, burning the reins. The humans lying in the stables watched all this blankly, even if the ropes that bound their necks were burned, they didn''t know what to do. Until the flames burned to their naked/naked bodies. These humans screamed, jumped up from the stables, and rushed towards the surrounding like wild beasts running around, aggravating the chaos in the entire venue. There were thousands of live sacrifices in the entire venue, except for those preheated by the butchers, almost all of them ran out. "Hey, take it!" The clown blew a whistle, and the frisbee he grabbed from his hand spun out against the edge of the flame, hitting the circus tent at once. This is just great. The colorful tents of the circus were originally made of woven fabrics such as fabrics. Now that they are set on fire, the tongue of fire quickly follows the veins of the woven fabrics and knots and burns the entire tent in no time. Under the night sky, the originally solemn and cold festival square suddenly turned into a sea of ??flames. The light of the colorful light bulbs that were originally bright and colorful was completely concealed, and there were air waves and fragments thrown by the scorching air everywhere, running, screaming, crying and cursing intertwined. There were no animals standing in place to continue the ceremony, and even members of the sect were walking around the altar in a panic. "team leader!" In a panic, a man in a black cloak suddenly hurried out from the backstage of the circus. The other members of the cult, as if they had found the backbone, surrounded them one by one. The captain''s expression was gloomy. If Tu Yumen happened to see this scene, he would find that this person was the extremely pale survivor he had seen hiding in the basement meeting room. "It must be the ghost of the two sacrifices caught this time!" The captain''s eyes were gloomy, he looked at the chaotic square in front of him, covered with the jet of fire everywhere, and the veins of the hand holding the ten-sided dice were exposed. He didn''t expect this. He originally thought that the captured survivors would lose their minions after entering the Transcendent S Grade dungeon, but he didn''t expect that they still had the props in their hands! "Quick! Let''s proceed to the second part of the sacrifice call!" The other survivors immediately came back to their senses, standing on the edge of the altar one by one, raising their hands on their chests, and chanting long, stinky, obscure summons. Almost at the same time, Doommon, who was busy backstage at the circus, felt a huge pulling force on his body. Not only him, Zong Jiu, who was standing on the Mad Hatter balloon in the air, felt the same pull at the same time, almost pulling him to the altar below. "Mad hat!" "Joker!" "Yes! Your Excellency Magician, I am honored to serve you!" The Mad Hatter and the Joker waved the torches in their hands, turned their horses'' heads, and rushed towards the center of the altar, all the way up and down. "Go! Kick these traitors in the ass! Hit him! Uppercut and light their cloak with fire!" When it comes to the half-professional field of Tuyumen, Onmyoji is naturally very clear. The most important thing in the summoning circle is the summoning word. If the singing is interrupted in the middle, the summoning ceremony cannot be carried out. Anyway, no matter what these cultists have prepared, as long as there is a riot on the altar in the square, the sacrifice will not be possible. If you had to consider how to contact the main system before, now you get the key from the magician, and the Tuyumen without any worries can be said to be dancing like a fish in water. Seeing that things had developed to this point, the Survivor Captain was furious. He grabbed the strange pointed scepter placed on the brazier in the center of the altar and pointed it straight at the sky. "Don''t worry about these little bugs, you surround me, I will directly use the magical magic!" "Quick!" He looked back at the survivors who were still stunned, and decisively ordered: "Have you heard?! Stand in your position and proceed directly to the sacrifice!" The captain stared at the viscous blood flowing on the altar, his pupils turned black and red for a moment, "Since there is no better sacrifice, let''s sacrifice these animals directly." All the survivors were shocked. In their plan, this sacrifice was divided into two parts. The first part is to use other inferior sacrifices to summon the old ruler named Sada Hegra by the method of winning by quantity although the quality is not good. "The Sussex Manuscript", originally called "The Book of the Necro", records that Sada Hegra is the incarnation of the Lord of the Universe. If a satisfactory sacrifice can be offered to Sada Hegla, the Lord of the universe will most likely come. Therefore, the second stage is to use these two precise locks to sacrifice the survivors pulled from other worlds, summon the Lord of the universe named Asathos, and realize their lifelong wishes. "If we miss this time, we still have to wait another ten years. Who can guarantee that ten years later, we can still borrow the previous spatial coordinates and grab a sacrifice from another world that satisfies the gods? Do you still want to leave this world? The control of the main system has left the infinite loop?" The other survivors also ignored the fire on their bodies, and threw down their cloaks, and surrounded them like crazy. Yes, this is their last chance. If this opportunity is missed, no one can guarantee how long they will stay in this **** Super S Grade dungeon. Darkness and madness will gradually erode the soul, and it will also obliterate people''s sanity. After experiencing the crazy replacement of humans and animals twenty years ago, the few survivors who survived by chance have all suffered extremely serious diseases. Their sanity value plummeted from fifty to less than ten, and they were replaced with extremely severe intermittent madness. Either you can¡¯t sleep all night, you can be under the black sky as soon as you close your eyes, an obscure and indescribable evil spirit full of endless fear and fantasy descends, things are no longer full of definitions and boundaries in human eyes, turn And in the endless abyss of chaos and terror. That was the source of their nightmare. Ironically, in order to borrow such power, they could only go to the nightmare in the end. But if... they could summon the Lord of the universe, the situation would be different. The leader of the sect raised the staff in his hand, chanting a generous and high prayer. "Great Sada Hegra, please listen to your servant''s prayer!" "We are here to offer you the sacrifice of the entire square in exchange for your arrival!" The other surrounding animals were shocked. They were about to speak, and suddenly there was a distant moan in the boundless night. The moon did not know where it began to rise high, hanging high in the night sky. However, the moment the staff was raised, the moon disappeared. Some kind of higher and higher level, evil and unknown existence, slowly gathered and cruised in the night sky. Festering clouds swept across the boundless night, and the darkness seemed to drip with a mouthful of mucus, and began to wriggle in abhorrence. The smell of decay was hidden from the sky in an instant. At the same time, viscous blood suddenly poured out from the altar, and nearly half of the animals on the square were fixed in place. They twisted and screamed, their flesh and blood was suddenly taken away by the black mist rolling in the sky, turning into a pool of mud in the literal sense, leaving only scarlet white bones. The survivors of the order showed excitement. Twenty years ago, at that time, this Super S Grade dungeon was still under human rule. At that time, the cultists npc, that group of idiots got the name of the Lord of the Universe by mistake, and as a result, they summoned another evil **** named "Nyaratotip". Being punished by the gods reversed the order of this world. This time, they carefully studied the "Sussex Manuscript" and would never make such a stupid mistake again! In the next second, a lump-like object dripping with countless mucus fell on the altar and crawled up. Its whole body is covered with tentacles, its wide open mouth is everywhere, and its hooves are stepped on its feet, dripping with a green fishy smelly liquid. All those who saw this indescribable scene felt a trance. Both the sub-system and the KP reminded the trainees and survivors to take another sanity check because they looked directly at the foul mythical creatures. The black goat cub swayed a few times on the altar, and it seemed to be very satisfied with the blood-filled altar. However, after looking around for a week, it suddenly opened its mouth unhappily and said in a hoarse and unpleasant voice. [Slaves, tremble! The Goddess of Dark Abundance Rang accepted your sacrifice and will soon descend] [Prior to this, He ordered me-the servant of the goddess, the black goat cub, to come and accept the sacrifice] [So--what about your sacrifice to the great and noble Sab Nicholas? ¡¿ Evil/Cultists:? ? ? What? Sab Nicholas? Who is this? The one we are going to summon is Sada Hegla, where did you come from? ! ! Chapter 206: Crazy circus After the black goat cub''s words fell, there was dead silence in the square. It was not a dead silence. The animals sacrificed by the cult screamed loudly and cursed the members of the cult for not being human. Because the cloak was lit on fire before, many members of the cult took off their cloaks in a panic, revealing the appearance behind them. Many animals who have never seen the members of the cult have only realized that under the cloak of these members of the cult, they turned out to be lowly humans! Who can think of it, they provide venues and sacrifices, but in the end, these **** cultists cross the river and demolish the bridge, and they simply sacrificed as sacrifices. Obviously they are the ones in power! They are the rulers who rule these humans! "Soldiers! Where are the soldiers!" The crown prince shouted in the crowd, "Quickly take down those despicable and shameless people who dare to deceive the royal family!" Of course, while shouting, it also stumbled into the square and fled out of the square. Soon, these animals discovered that an unknown long scarlet line appeared on the edge of the square without knowing when it happened to wrap the entire square. As long as you try to cross this line, there will be burning pain on your body, and if you want to cross it forcibly, it will burn into a fireball, and the scene was terrifying for a while. Only then did the animals realize that they were deceived by these cult members! "Despicable human! Despicable stranger!" "Extremely shameless!" The survivors of the cult members are not affected by the inverted identity of the humans and animals in the copy, and it is even more unlikely that the humans here are slaves to the animals. In their eyes, animals are animals, and humans are superior to others. Even if this copy was changed by Cthulhu in twenty years, they still looked down on these animals from the bottom of their hearts. For the sake of safety, the survivors arranged their hands and feet on the square early. For example, just now, nearly half of the animals in the square were sucked into blood without even shouting. The melted flesh was absorbed by the black mist that appeared in the sky to open the space channel. For a time, desperate crying, screams and curses sounded under the night sky. With the burning fire, However, all this, accompanied by the arrival of the black goat cubs, once again became confusing and confusing. Perhaps the black goat cub was a little displeased because it hadn''t received a response for a long time. It stepped on its huge horseshoe, a thick dark green fishy liquid dripped from its thousands of mouths, and thousands of bundled tentacles danced wildly in the air. [Why not answer my question, servants of the Supreme Mother God! ¡¿ [Why are you so silent? Shouldn''t you kneel down and offer more sacrifices to welcome the advent of the Goddess of Darkness and Abundance, the God of Three Pillars! ¡¿ Evil/Cultists: "..." No, who are you? After another embarrassing silence, the leader of the sect leader uttered tremblingly. "But, but, what we have summoned... is the old ruler named Sadha Hegra, why did he summon the Supreme Mother God?!" The Sussex Manuscript clearly states that only the arrival of the Lord of the Universe, Asathos, can realize the wish of the summoner. As for the Sabu Nicholas of Rao Shizi, they had never heard of it. What confuses them even more is that they clearly read the name "Sada Hegra", but it was this "Sabu Nicholas" that was summoned. This is not hell! A very terrifying idea gradually formed in the minds of cultists. Could it be... Could it be that they were like those stupid believers twenty years ago, summoning the wrong thing? ! Hearing this, the black goat cub angrily trampled on the altar with its hoofs, and every time it set off a surging wave of blood, it splashed on the numb faces of all members of the cult. [You have spent enough energy to prepare the altar. The blood-filled altar on the night of the full moon, the dark environment, the plump, juicy and delicious sacrifices, these are the favorites of the Mother God... In order to reward you, you have been favored by the Supreme Mother God. . He is about to emerge from the dark void and arrive] [But...Okay, it turns out that all of this was prepared for other evil gods! You stupid idiots, don''t even know the name of the gods you believe in, idiots, idiots! ¡¿ The blood and darkness waving from the tentacles were intertwined in the air, and every drop of mucus dropped on the altar with a terrible scream. [He is coming soon, and every word and deed you are saying now, every word cannot be concealed from the eyes of the Supreme Mother God! ¡¿ [Because of your disrespect, the Supreme Mother God is very angry, and He will punish you! Shake it! Stupid humans! ¡¿ Hearing this, Dang even a survivor collapsed and knelt to the ground, crying. It turned out that they never figured out the god/name/name they believed in from beginning to end. "Please go back! Let''s stop calling the evil god!" "We don''t know that Shabi Nicholas, nor do we know Zhao Si Nicholas!" It is a disrespectful thing to mistake the name of the evil **** you believe in. Naturally, there is no need to say more. Twenty years ago, the group of cult/religious NPCs mistaken the name of the evil god/, originally planned to summon the lord of the universe, Asathos, but summoned Nyarlatotepu, and was keen on doing things. Nyarlatotep lowered his punishment. Not only was the copy turned upside down and dragged into the dark dimension, even none of the religious NPCs survived. Twenty years later, the survivors learned the lessons of the previous npc and once again planned to summon Asathos, but this time it came out another unheard of Shabu Nicholas. According to the law of score twice, they are about to follow in the footsteps of the cultists 20 years ago. He worked hard for twenty years and once returned to the pre-liberation period. This is not to welcome myself, this is to send my own hands to the end! Zong Jiu, who was stepping on the Mad Hatter balloon in the air, was taken aback for a moment, and laughed forward and backward. Originally, he and Tuyumen were facing great enemies, but he didn''t expect these cultists to pit themselves. He laughed, but he didn''t expect to hear the sudden hint of the subsystem while smiling. [Detection of an abnormal phenomenon in the space barrier...Detection of signal wavelength...Trying to link to the main system] There is a signal! It seems to be true that as long as the space channel is opened, it is possible to connect to the main system. [Unknown interception, failed to link to the main system... in the second contact] Zong Jiu''s face suddenly changed. His reaction was very quick, and the playing cards in his hand slid a few times, puncturing the balloons on the Mad Hatter balloon one by one, forcing the whole person to fall to the ground with the hat. Everyone felt it. Behind the frenzied and deep night, all the unnamed thick and surging black mist stopped in an instant. Immediately afterwards, there was an even more frantic surge. Those mists full of hatred and horror, disgusting to disgusting, all gathered together, forming a huge concave hole in the sky, rotating and flowing inside. It seems that someone has pushed the black hole in the universe to this super S-class copy, and even the light will shatter and annihilate when it comes close. The black goat cubs standing on the altar dance in ecstasy. It was a literal dance of ecstasy. Those tentacles growing on its head waved in the air, opened numerous mouths, mixed with dark green mucus and made a hoarse sound. [The goddess of darkness and richness, the black goat of the forest that has bred thousands of descendants, the great **** of fertility! ¡¿ [You finally descended from the darkness and came to the land of your people, so that these dare to disrespect you and offer your sacrifices to others, and arrogant believers who have no eyes to pay attention to your glory] It''s over. Not to mention the cultists who frightened and fainted, even all the animals on the square trembled. Behind the darkness in the sky, the inexplicable festering cloud rolled, forming thousands of terrifying body organs. Tentacles more terrifying than the black goat cubs occupied the entire sky within the field of vision, and the twisted legs were fissioned and reorganized, reorganized and fissioned again and again, endlessly. The huge, hideous and indeterminate phantom obscured the moonlight and spread across the ground, making the darkness even darker. "Drip, drip, drip." What dripped from the sky funnel fell to the ground, spawning a brand new black goat cub. Just like the black rain, hundreds of black goat cubs fissioned from the sky and fell down, waving their tentacles on the ground, happily welcoming the arrival of the Supreme Mother God. "Hurry up--!" Zong Jiu didn''t dare to look at the scene above his head anymore, and shouted at Onmyoji. "Okay, hurry up!" No need for him to remind him, Tu Yumen nodded towards him, and clenched the unknown key in his hand. The figure twisted for a while, tearing the space abruptly, and disappearing into place in a flash. The latter saw his body disappearing in place, and suddenly closed his eyes. [It is detected that the trainees are now in extremely dirty places, even if they do not face the indescribable things, they are still being affected by the ubiquitous dark erosion] [Your throwing result is 67/50, and the sanity check failed] [Your sanity deducts 2 points again, warning, if trainees deduct 1 sanity point again, they will fall into the indeterminate crazy symptoms again] Zong Jiu turned a deaf ear. In the next second, a shiny silver coin appeared in the hand of the white-haired youth. Silver coin of Iluka. In the next ten minutes, the user''s luck will reach an incredible level. He opened his eyes and suddenly raised his head, facing the Supreme Mother God in the air, his pale pink eyes were surprisingly bright. It''s finally time for the magician to perform alone. "Now, let me take a gamble." "I ruined this copy, or this copy became my resting place." On the other side, the man in the carriage also withdrew his eyes with interest. Just now, the demon sensed that the props he gave to the magician showed signs of being used. He felt a moment of astonishment, followed by deep disappointment and boredom. It''s like a gift full of expectations and high hopes after being opened, but nothing more. It''s just that. "Finally made this choice." The car curtain lost the support of the cane and suddenly slipped from the window. He showed a look of regret mixed with boredom. The bright and dripping red rose in his hand suddenly withered from the tip of the petal in the next moment, and finally fell softly on his wrist, turned into flying ash, and disappeared. Chapter 207: Crazy circus The subsystem has warmly reminded them long ago that Cthulhu is the most filthy, ugly, evil and indescribable existence in the universe. Because they are actually in a higher dimension, the existence itself is far beyond the scope of human comprehension, so as long as human beings see it, it will produce distorted mental damage, and it is still irreversible. Even facing a mythical creature requires a Sanity check, let alone facing an evil god. Once there is a situation of facing the evil god, the trainee will first need to pass a sanity check. If the test is successful, the sanity value ranging from 1 to 10 is deducted. If the test fails, the sanity value ranging from 1 to 100 needs to be deducted. For the reason value, as long as you deduct five points at a time, you will fall into temporary madness. If you deduct one-fifth within a day, you will fall into uncertainty madness, which is so harsh that it makes people frown. Had it not been so harsh, the survivors of twenty years ago would not have been so miserable. Ninety-five percent of people are either permanently crazy or die on the spot, and only some crooked winter melons and jujubes survive. Fortunately, Domemon promptly used the key given to him by the magician. The second after he used the key, this special item that was not recorded in the main system led him to break through the thick barriers of this super S-class world. It was like rushing to another exit as if a person was stuffed into a pipe forcibly. For a moment, Tu Yumen felt that he was run over all over his body, revealing an indescribable sense of suffocation. The sky is spinning, and the sky is no longer the sky, and the earth is no longer the earth. This key just rolled to the destination locked by the key, and rolled to the icy ground. [The contact with you by the sub-system was interrupted] [You have arrived at the trainee dormitory] Tu Yumen lay on the ground for almost three minutes before he recovered from the nausea of ??forced space transfer. He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling blankly. Two minutes later, he noticed that there were few pure gold lines cutting the white ceiling in front of him, and suddenly realized that something seemed to be wrong. Wait, isn''t this cold ground? Not only is it not cold, but it is even covered with a soft mat with its own temperature, which is warm and incredibly soft underneath. Onmyoji struggled to get up from the ground, and the whole person was stunned. He is now in a gorgeous birdcage. Gorgeous is really gorgeous, hard to describe in words. It is made of pure gold, with white crystals and pink crystals piled around the corners, and there is even a lifelike canary on the top, spreading its wings and trying to fly, reflecting the luxurious and blurred light in the dim light. It may not be appropriate to say that it is a bird cage, because it is obviously the size of a bed, and it is similar to a cage for human use. As for why Tu Yumen can accurately compare this cage to the size of a bed, it is because he is now lying on the pure black bed in the center of the bird cage, and he has the right to speak. What is this scenario? ? ? Tu Yumen was dumbfounded. This bed not only has an unknown black quilt, but it is even covered with a layer of fresh scarlet rose petals, stained with cold crystal dew. Onmyoji sneezed, while barely ignoring his nausea after moving through the space, and looked around. After returning to the trainee dormitory from the Super S Grade dungeon, the Onmyoji ability and physical enhancement that he had been removed from him returned. As an S-rank boss, the places where he can strengthen a little must have undergone basic strengthening, and the deep darkness can''t block the sight of Tuyumen. Through the boundary cut out of the cage, he can see that he is now in a dark room. The only place where the light source can be seen in the entire room is a ray of moonlight in the distance, which is projected shallowly on the surface of the sparkling bath, glowing with dim light. The dress code inside the room is incomparable, revealing a cold and weird beauty, no less than the spiritual pollution caused by the Super S Grade copy just now. The statue of Our Lady of tears hangs her head in the corner and prays. Botticelli''s picture of **** occupies a whole wall, flowing black, and the candlestick, which is only used for decoration, is hanging next to the cage. On the opposite side of the golden cage, there is also a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror inlaid in a vintage oil painting frame, which can fully reflect the appearance of the bird cage. Tu Yumen can now see himself in the mirror, weak and helpless, trapped in a cage. The dirty clothes that have experienced the carnival turmoil just now are covered with dewy petals, and his nose twitches. Yes, the tip of my nose is red and I am sneezing all the time. It''s so **** weird, he''s not allergic to pollen either? The doubts in the Onmyoji became more and more serious. After he was sure that he would not retching out as soon as he opened his mouth, he asked the main system in a low voice, "...I am back? Where is this? My dormitory. What?" The Onmyoji thought he would return to the studio as soon as he came back, and waited for the grade evaluation after meeting with the magician. He came here without thinking of a transfer. It seems romantic to say that it sounds nice, but it is a cage specially made for canaries. Who is so boring to make this kind of stuff in the dormitory of trainees? ¡¾......¡¿ The main system was silent for a while, and when it was about to answer, a chuckle suddenly came from the gloom not far away. The laughter was very light, unexpected, and full of surprises. Gradually, the laughter became louder and louder, turning from low to sharp, gradually becoming joyful. Just by listening in, you can feel that the other person''s mood is really good now. Domemon: "..." When he realized who this highly recognizable voice belongs to, he petrified it on the spot. The Onmyoji tremblingly said, "Well, you... late, good evening?" Although I really wanted to say that your lung capacity is really good, but because of your desire to survive, he swallowed this sentence back dangerously and dangerously. The tutor who stepped out in the dark has a long figure, a classical and beautiful face, and just standing can make people feel the power that is terrifying and trembling. There was a smile on the man''s face, the most usual pleasant and unpredictable smile, but with a little inexplicable anger. His fingers lifted lightly in the air. In the next second, there was a flower in front of Tu Yumen, and the whole person was thrown into the salty and cold water. "Gurulu¡ª" For No.10, who has restored the ability of Onmyoji, swimming, a basic skill, is definitely not difficult for him, not to mention that he was just thrown to the beach without being directly transferred to the deep water area. He skillfully applied a thin film of spiritual power to himself, dragged himself up slowly from the sea, and headed towards the colorful amusement park beach not far away. In the distance, a whole dormitory for trainees is standing in the sunset, covered with a late red light. Until then, Tu Yumen had a sense of realism of finally escaping from that seemingly dead end Super S Grade instance. He stood on the beach, touched his soaked hair indiscriminately, and muttered to himself. "It''s weird, why did it appear in the room of no.1... Could it be that the magician gave the wrong key?" But if you give the wrong key, isn''t that huge golden cage specially prepared by the instructor for the magician... He thought of the huge cage, and the No.1 guarded outside the cage, which happened to be located in the room to transfer the key. "and many more!!!" The Onmyoji suddenly woke up, his eyes staring like copper bells. Tu Yumen felt as if he had suddenly understood something, and his small eyes were filled with great shock. Damn it, things shouldn''t be what he thinks! ! Help! ...... On the other side, Zongjiu had no idea what Tuyumen was going through now. After the devil gave him the key that night, he did say something like a gift that was carefully prepared for him, but Zong Jiu didn''t listen carefully at all, because he didn''t plan to use the key from beginning to end. That''s right, he planned to give the key to Tu Yumen that night. Anyway, Gourd Baby will save Grandpa, he can''t give him one. Now he was holding the Class B props given to him by the old nun in the copy of Judgment Day. Around, the sky was already occupied by the indescribable deity, and the firelight and the sticky black unknown substance were intertwined, abhorring the unknown. It was also at this time that the Joker and Mad Hatter business card props unfortunately arrived. "Next, please enjoy the magician''s personal stage show!" One of them took off the top hat, and one of them let off the balloon in his hand. They greeted Zong Jiu from a distance, with crazy smiles on their faces, as if they were looking forward to seeing each other next time. However, no one is paying attention to these now. All humans and animals raised their heads and stared at the sky blankly. Their movements are surprisingly consistent, uniform, and even the angle of raising their heads is the same, their necks are stiff and unable to move, as if they are rigidly fixed in place, and their pupils are full of madness and distraction. Many members of the cult were fixed in place abruptly. Their KP reminds them that they need to pass a sanity check. In the absence of a response from the survivalist, the host can only replace the throw. Regrettably, most of the survivors failed their sanity checks. [In the process of deducting the sanity value from 1 to 100 randomly...] [Your sanity value minus 47 points, your sanity value has returned to zero] [So, with the Supreme Mother God revealing his true face, you unstoppably looked directly at this great Mother God. Of course, your reason is dragged into an endless abyss, because the small human brain is not enough to understand his existence] [Cheers, one second before you lose your mind, you have the honor to witness the full picture of the black goat of the forest! ¡¿ [You have fallen into permanent madness] The members of the sect screamed and knelt to the ground, their thoughts annihilated under the huge evil god. On the other side, the magician clenched his silver coin tightly. [You have used B-level items: Iluka''s silver coins] [In the next ten minutes, there is no doubt that you will become an incomparable lucky guy] Zong Jiu ignored the indescribable sound coming from his ears and slowly raised his head. The cold voice of the subsystem rang in his ears. [Face the great black goat of the forest, you need to pass a sanity check] [Your throwing result is 1/50, congratulations, great success] [Your sanity check has been passed, and then you need to make a deduction of 1 to 10 sanity points] [Your throwing result is 1/10, congratulations... how it is a big success again] Obviously, the two great successes in a row caused the subsystem to jam. If the subsystem is sane, it should jump up and scream now. After being silent for a moment, it continued to broadcast in an awkward and polite voice, adhering to its professionalism. [Your sanity value minus 1 point, S-level trainee Zong Nine sanity value 30/50] [So you face the Supreme Mother God, one of the three original gods, the black goat of the forest that gave birth to thousands of descendants] The magician stood on a ground full of blood, fire, and broken limbs. There was scarlet blood flowing down the corner of his eyes, and his side was full of the wailing of crazy creatures and the dancing of demons. However, his white hair was flying in the smoke of gunpowder. He raised his head, his eyes sharp as a knife, and he stared directly at the surging mass of the supreme mother **** in the sky that cannot be described in words. The subsystem was silent for a long, long time. [You look at the indescribable body of the evil **** in front of you, and you suddenly feel the kindness and joy in your heart] [While talking and laughing, without changing your face, your sanity value is slightly reduced by 1, in order to show respect] Chapter 208: Crazy circus There is no doubt that the situation at the scene is not much better. But the situation before it has actually exceeded the expectations of the sub-system. Although I have also heard that some legendary investigators with great luck can face the ancient gods without changing their looks, talking and laughing. But facing one of the three-pillar gods who were facing this kind of face-to-face, he was still unmoved, and even the trainee who was in the mood to look at him, the sub-system still felt painful for a while. Zong Jiu was now holding back the pain in his eyes, ignoring the hot blood dripping from the corners of his eyes, standing on the ground full of vicissitudes and gunpowder smoke, and unceasingly raised his eyes to look directly at the indescribable existence on the sky. Obviously, this is not a beautiful scene. Thousands of endlessly rolling and festering clouds are tangled together. When you look carefully inside, it seems that there are many distorted and terrifying body organs hanging in the air. Numerous large mouths mixed with liquid opened, and from the unknown torso, there were huge black tentacles entangled with each other, with thick and disgusting unknown slimy glossy liquid attached to them, occasionally Drops of black mucus dropped on the ground and fissioned to form a new black goat cub. Although the sanity value is fortunately only slightly reduced by 1, the visual impact of facing this scene is also huge. Even if Zong Jiu doesn''t change his face and his heart is not beating, the disorder and ubiquitous filthy fear attached to the evil creatures from higher dimensions can still easily burn his pupils. [Because your sanity value once again loses one-fifth in one day, the trainees will enter a state of uncertainty and madness] The ten-sided dice in the void began to rotate again. This time, a temporary crazy symptom was extracted from ten major categories and hundreds of sub-categories of crazy symptoms. [You got a crazy state: Manic] [Duration of negative state: seven hours] [The sub-system is doing a secret dice for you...] Now that Iluka''s silver coin is used, his luck value is now equivalent to maximized. Zong Jiu touched his chin, feeling that it is best to come to a temporary crazy state that does not affect his calm and rational thinking so much. [Congratulations on winning the manic symptom of serial number ninety-three: madness] [Fantasy: In the next seven hours, you will firmly believe that you are an ancient god] [After seven hours, the indeterminate crazy state is lifted, and you will return to normal] In the next second, the cognitive confusion caused by the manic symptoms took shape in the magician''s mind out of thin air. Zong Jiu suddenly realized. It turns out that his true identity is not a magician who wears books, but a supreme, great and noble evil god! His followers are spread across thousands of worlds. He is also known as the "Lord of the Stars and Seas in the Deep Space". His true identity is the old ruler on the planet Pleiades Zing-9, a star that lives in the Pleiades star cluster! He owns an ancient and glorious city of Kalksa, rules a planet as a possession, and his name rules thousands of fanatical people who believe in him! The young man was standing on the ground, his white hair was lifted by the smell of wind and fire. He suddenly lowered his voice and said in a slow, graceful and majestic voice: "Sub-system, what are you waiting for. Haven''t you put on the noble ragged yellow coat for the king of Kalksa?" Subsystem means: "..." It¡¯s okay to imagine yourself as a **** because of the symptoms of madness, but the problem is that Hasta is not a fiction, but people have a god! The full name of the lord of the deep sky star sea is Hasta, and he is most often shown in a ragged yellow robe. In the nineteenth century, there was a secret society of feasters in France, which once performed a cursed script "The King of Yellow Clothes" in the Grand Theater, successfully summoning this terrible old ruler and letting all those who listened to the opera on the spot. The audience fell into permanent madness. So over the years, this image of wearing a yellow coat has been circulated in the works of various secrets or artists. The sub-system really wants to make the magician sober. Fancy madness is to imagine oneself as a certain god, how can the magician be attached to this state of uncertainty and madness, but directly substitute himself into a very well-known old dominator. However, in the next second, before it was silent, the ten-sided dice turned again without anyone else. [Your throwing points are 1/20, congratulations... the disguise is a great success] Strictly speaking, disguise is to use the materials around you to disguise. The subsystem just wanted to remind him of this, but turned around and saw the magician throw a lucky big success. Two big successes, isn''t it what you want? Europeans play ten-sided dice, naturally they can do whatever they want. The sub-system didn''t want to say anything anymore. It decided to wait and check whether the ten-sided die was moved by the magician. [It stands to reason that there is no such material around here. But fortunately, you just found the disguise supplies you need in the pile of debris pushed by which black goat cub around you, and put on a brilliant and bright yellow coat, and put it on Hoods of exactly the same size] Zong Jiu, who put on the robe, feels that he can''t be better now. He even found excuses for why he didn''t wear yellow clothes and why he lost his strength. Of course it¡¯s because he is now being sealed, and what appears is only a ghost image/body. jpg The young man stood in place, his long white hair untied in the wind, entangled with the tattered robe corners. The long yellow robe covered him, even his head was covered by a hood. From the back, he could only see a thin and mysterious back, like a real, proud king. Zong Jiu opened his arms and laughed wildly at the sky. He feels that he is the omnipotent king of the world, the great old ruler, and Hasta is too! The sub-system again: "..." Suddenly the non-existent heart feels tired. It has seen through everything, it hides its merits and fame. On the other side, the leader of the cultist was tremblingly raising the wooden staff in his hand. The other members of the Order were really annihilated this time, only his luck was slightly better. After a round of sanity checks and deduction of sanity points, there was still a precarious 3 sanity points. As a result, he had just escaped from the disgusting and nauseating situation, and when he turned his head, he saw the sacrifice that they had forcibly dragged in standing beside him, laughing loudly and arrogantly. At this moment, the leader who had just escaped from death suddenly rose up again. He firmly did not believe that he was deceived by the Sussex Manuscript, which was full of mistranslations, and instead poured all his anger on the two sacrifices. and many more......! It was between this electric light and flint that the leader suddenly figured out the key. He can''t just give up! The Cthulhu has already appeared. Although there is a gap with the one they want to summon in their imagination, as long as it is a Cthulhu, they should all have the ability to realize their wishes. Besides, the perfect sacrifice dragged from another world is right in front of you. If you don''t sacrifice at this time, when will you wait? After figuring this out, the leader settled his mind again and raised the staff in his hand again, but his eyes didn''t dare to raise his head and look towards the sky. He said loudly with a hoarse, chapped voice: "Ah, dear Supreme God Sabre Nicholas! Please forgive me for being unreasonable. To express my sincerest apologies, I am determined to present these long-prepared sacrifices to you! " The black mist and tentacles in the sky are not in a hurry. Even the black goat cubs that did not break and change below followed the mother god''s will and waved the tentacles on their heads peacefully on the ground. He seemed to be very interested in the tiny ant who had passed the sanity check, had not gone mad in front of the evil god, and maintained the most basic sanity. The leader of the cult has a clever tongue, and he can''t wait to say that living is dead, saying that he had no eyes to know before, and mistaken your supreme name, but his pious sincerity can be learned from the world, and the sun and the moon can be distinguished! As he spoke, he turned his head and pointed the tip of his staff at the white-haired magician who was standing beside him holding his hand. "Of course, there are also perfect sacrifices that we have carefully selected for you!" Zong Jiu: "?" In the next second, he felt a chill in his body. [Sabu Nicholas is staring at you] [He is looking at your whole body, and seems to be very interested in this human being who dares to look directly at him] Not only interested, the tentacles dripping with mucus protruding from the festering black mist are gradually moving downwards, seeming to be eager to try the cult/cultist proposal. Zong Jiu sneered, and threw the ten-sided dice in his hand mercilessly. He felt that his dignity as an evil **** was offended by this tiny human being. Even if he is now in a sealed state, he absolutely cannot bear this level of offense! So Zongjiu''s yellow-clothed king turned around, his face cold. "This tiny human dared to offend the authority of the gods. The same high-dimensional existence, Shabu, how can you allow such deceitful and spoofed followers to be presumptuous in front of you?" Evil/Cultist: "???" What an evil god, you are a fart evil god, I think you are a guilty of secondary disease! He was about to speak, but saw the magician throw out the ten-sided dice in his hand. As the holder of the ten-sided dice, the leader of the order immediately realized that the opponent wanted to use the skill, so he immediately urged his KP to enter the confrontation check. The voice of the sub-system is weak, as thin as a hairspring. [Your throwing result is 1/30, the words are a big success] [Your throwing result is 1/5, persuasion is a big success] KP on the other side: "..." Good fellow, you don''t need to pass the confrontation check. Two big successes, is this still human? ! The subsystem now also feels the maliciousness from the big universe. That''s right, whether he is Hasta or Hesta or Hesta. As long as Sab Nicholas feels that Zong Nine is, that Zong Nine is. If Zong Jiu is in a good mood, and another second consecutive success, everyone present will have to kneel down and shout long live the Lord of the Deep Sky Star Sea. Convinced the boss, and slapped him. [Obviously, with the two big success bonuses, you successfully convinced the evil **** with words. So the supreme black goat of the forest seems to have confused and a sense of identification with your words, and regards you as a member of them] The tentacles curled up in the sky paused for a while, and then an indescribable babble sounded. This sound is indescribable, and it is extremely spiritually polluted and dirty, as if the distant sound projected down, makes people''s minds dizzy, easily and can be trapped in a psychedelic. There is no doubt that Shab Nicholas was persuaded. He waved his tentacles, expressing his friendship in the manner of a Cthulhu. Chapter 209: Crazy circus The subsystem and KP have fallen into a dead silence for the development in front of them. One of them is the host of Zong Jiu, and the other is the host of the cult leader. But neither of them has seen such a battle before! To be honest, the infinite loop has existed for so long, every so long about ten years, there will be a batch of survivors selected to enter the Super S-level dungeon, and many of them have entered the plane supported by the ten-sided dice. After hosting for so many years, I have never seen any big storms between the subsystem and KP. Fortunately, like the leader of the cult who looked directly at the ancient gods and could barely survive, I have seen it. The opening is countless big failures and I have seen myself sent away directly. The teammates are dying and throw out the big failure first aid directly. I''ve seen him who sent his teammate''s soul to the west in the past. But they have seen so many examples, they have never seen one who tried to impersonate the old dominator. But I can''t say impersonating. Strictly speaking, the magician is just a mania with manic symptoms. The problem is that this temporary crazy mania has once been drawn as a trainee, but no one has won it like Zong Jiu played in secret. I think I am a Cthulhu, and I persuade others to think I am a Cthulhu, these are completely two concepts. Of course, persuading others to think that you are a Cthulhu, and persuading Cthulhu that you are a Cthulhu, these are two more concepts. Looking at the yellow-clothed magician in front of him, he firmly believes that he is the king of the yellow-clothed, and chatting and laughing with Shabu Nicholas who just descended from the sky¡ª Sub-system: numb, destroy it.jpg For a moment, it even felt that this one of the three-pillar primitive gods who only lived under the master of the universe, Asathos, was the black goat of the forest, who had bred thousands of descendants, whether it was a bit stupid. But when I think of a big success in persuasion and a big success in words, the sub-system is relieved again. It cast aside the doubts in its heart and tried to convince itself of the unstoppable power of the magician. Today, even if it is Asathos, it has to kneel. The cold black tentacles danced in the sky, and thousands of mouths continued to drip with saliva, making an obscure sound of disgust. Strictly speaking, the communication method used by Cthulhu is impossible for humans to understand. Don''t even say that they understand, even hearing their real names requires a sanity check, which is completely called the rational wear and tear of intelligent creatures. So of course, Zong Jiu couldn''t understand either. Even if he threw another ten big successes, he wouldn''t understand it, because it was impossible to light up the Cthulhu language skill on the identity card belonging to a human being. Not to mention that Zong Jiu is just a Xibei goods evil god. But the white-haired youth did not panic at all. He stood with his hands in his hands, letting the **** and unpleasant wind lift up the corners of his ragged yellow robe, his white hair flying in the deep and terrible night, and her face indifferent and unpredictable. Human appearance. Zong Jiu listened to the Supreme Mother God repeating it for a while with an indescribable dreamy chatter full of fear and horror. He automatically understood the other party''s waving tentacles as meaning "friends, show each other''s tentacles and have a look", and spoke very calmly. "This is just a phantom/phantom of me, Shabu. My body is still confined on the planet of the star Pleiades in the Pleiades star cluster." Everyone knelt on the ground and called Master Sab Nicholas, he was fine, and he was his own as soon as he opened his mouth. Subconsciously, Zong Jiu felt that he also had tentacles, especially when his tentacles protruded from the hem of his yellow robe, it was not much worse than Senzhi''s black goat, and he could use a bayonet. It''s a pity, he is just a phantom. The leader of the cult/sect who was dumbfounded by the side watched the exchange between the two of them like no one, and was shocked by the shock that no one could understand. No, no, no, he won''t really drag a phantom of an evil **** from another world, will he? If that''s the case, he won''t have to fight anymore, and he doesn''t even need to dig a hole to bury himself. The survivor turned the dice in his hand, trembling, and gave Zong Jiu an anthropological skill. KP told him in a voice that didn''t fluctuate. [Your throwing result is 7/30, and the anthropological test is successful] [Undoubtedly, what is standing in front of you is not a Cthulhu, let alone a Cthulhu phantom, but a genuine, upright human being... It¡¯s just that he seems to be in a state of uncertainty and madness, and his thinking is a little different. Too normal] Leader of the Order: "..." Leader of the Order: "Damn!!!" He just thought he had summoned a dad. The sacrifice in front of him not only dared to fool him, but also dared to fool the supreme Mother God! As the saying goes, you must be able to bend and stretch when you are a cult. Believe in which **** works. Throwing the wrong name Oolong behind, the leader of the cult can change his faith on the spot in the next second. The leader raised the staff in his hand, his voice was hoarse, and he spoke righteously towards the sky. "Holy Supreme Mother God! How dare this despicable sacrifice deceive you!" The survivor is sincere, faithful, and polite: "He is clearly a human being, but he lied in front of you that he was the lord of the stars and seas in the deep sky. His heart is shameful!" "I can learn from your pious world, please don''t be deceived by this rhetoric, trying to deceive the world!" The tumbling and festering clouds seemed to be still for a moment, and the tentacles that were convoluted with mucus fell in the air, not knowing what he was thinking. The energetic Zong Jiu, the king of cos yellow clothes, glanced at this cultist who dared to speak wild words with a scornful gaze. When he turned around, he found that Shabu Nicholas who was still talking to him on the channel just now seemed to be talking to him. Also fell into an unknown contemplative state. Upon seeing this, the leader of the Order thought that his advice was effective, and his heart was very happy. He immediately knelt down and opened his arms, "Great Mother God, please allow me to offer this perfect sacrifice to you!" Zong Jiu was silent for a while, surprisingly angry. He directly threw the ten-sided dice in his hand, "Sub-system, charm me this evil god!" [Your throwing result is 1/70, the charm is a big success] Once again greeted with a successful sub-system, it said that it didn¡¯t want to talk, and its heart was so tired.jpg [...No, since it is a charm, it must be counted as a confrontation check, I will give the evil **** a psychology secret die] In the past, the sub-systems of speaking skills and persuasive success could only open one eye and close one eye. As a result, now, the good guys and the enchanting evil gods are all up, but a confrontation check is really unjustifiable. The next second, the subsystem was silent. The noble Black Goat of the Forest, the Supreme Mother God, Her Royal Highness Sab Nicholas, threw a big failure. At the same time, the subsystem suddenly realized something. If it can be realized, then the subsystem must be trembling now. Because the big failure is not the most terrible. Cthulhu belongs to the existence of a high-dimensional world, but the ten-sided dice and its rules are special products made inside the super S-level instance. Undoubtedly, Cthulhu''s level is higher than this entire Super S Grade copy. In the final analysis, the ten-sided die of the low-latitude product cannot have any effect on Cthulhu at all. Including words, persuasion, charm. So what the magician saw... In the eyes of Shabu Nicholas, he should be watching all this as a teaser. Deliberately throw a big failure, deliberately show friendliness. This is the most terrible. He is very interested and willing to cooperate. After the subsystem anticipates this, it restarts using the remaining energy to contact the main system. Talking tremblingly while contacting. [...There is no doubt that your charm success has produced unexpected and gratifying effects] [You fascinated Sab Nicholas] "well." Zong Jiu, who has fallen into the madness of uncertainty, has long lost his usual sense and calmness. Of course, even if there is, the magician who now paranoidly considers himself a Cthulhu can''t listen to all this. The white-haired young man pointed to the cult/cultist who was kneeling on the ground, with a nonchalant tone, "Sabu, this is the sacrifice I brought to you." Leader of the Order:? ? ? The survivor jumped from the ground with anger, "Fart, you mean-" However, in the next second, the leader could no longer speak. Because the black goat cub that appeared suddenly from behind broke his neck without mercy. The blood gushed like an injection, the broken head rolled down to the ground, and he didn''t look at him until he died. Zong Jiu just glanced indifferently, and gathered the yellow clothes on his body, showing no interest in the death of this kind of ants. He raised his head and was about to speak when he suddenly felt an indescribable voice in his mind. [I like this sacrifice very much] [Do you want to destroy this copy? ¡¿ Sound has no attributes, and is more like a lazy stream of consciousness than the definition of sound given by humans. Zong Jiushi nodded simply. He didn''t want the body to be sealed, he would have destroyed this disgusting copy a long time ago. The surging magic mist and countless open and closed mouths seemed to be laughing. In the next second, tens of thousands of tentacles suddenly fell from the air. If anyone sees this scene, they will definitely fall directly into permanent madness. Because the entire sky is occupied by a huge evil god. The earth turned into the sky, and the black forest hanging down from above, with teeth and claws, was so terrible that it was beyond description. Numerous tentacles involuntarily wrapped around the magician''s waist and pulled the person directly off the ground. In this moment, Zong Jiu seemed to realize the existence of the sub-system. In the next second, the sub-system with little energy left gave him an answer. [He has a crush on you and wants to mate/mate with you] As the supreme mother goddess, Shabu Nicholas is also a representative of desire/hope. He has super fertility and is the mother of all things. There are even sayings that he gave birth to all the old dominators. In other words, it is approximately equal to a walking evil **** aphrodisiac. [You run away, I can''t stop him] There is really no way for the subsystem. The coming of Cthulhu directly blocked its way to contact the main system, and now the energy is almost running out. How could the human body be able to mate/mate with the evil god? The subsystem knows well. It is estimated that the next moment when he is accepted by that cloud, whether it is body or consciousness, the magician will disappear. However, Zong Jiu didn''t worry about this at all. He didn''t even struggle, but let the thick tentacles of each of his own to surround him and pull them into the bottomless festering cloud of the sky. At the last moment, the white-haired magician lowered his head. He saw that the ground was full of stumps, blood and on the verge of destruction, someone stepped on the shadow and hurried out. The other party raised his head and looked at the magician across the distant sky. Because they were too far apart, Zong Jiu couldn''t see what was in those dark golden pupils. Inexplicably, Zong Jiu felt that there must be no smile on the other side''s face now. Whether it is a pleasant smile, a cheerful smile, a lazy smile or a fake smile, in short, there is no smile. [The energy wave of the main system is detected, and the link is in progress... The door of space is ready to open] [Space door failed to open, link failed, sub-system energy has been exhausted, and fell into a deep sleep state] The man''s expression was gloomy and gloomy, like an angry beast. He grabbed the black umbrella in his white gloves, and the shadows under his feet kept cruising and fleeing, and his whole body was constantly rising, turning into spikes and ruthlessly stabbing into the darkness of the evil **** of the sky. "¡ª!" He seemed to say something to the sky, but Zong Jiu couldn''t hear it clearly, nor could he hear it. This avatar/phantom should be dying. At the moment of being swallowed by the festering black mist, Zong Jiu thought. It was weird, he was obviously an old enemy, showing such an expression. If he could speak now, he would definitely laugh at each other fiercely. But... if it is for sex/love, he really prefers to have **** with the devil. There is really no harm without comparison. The tentacles sensed his resistance, and the enveloping force became even harder, and the limbs and limbs felt like crushing pain at the same time. The festering black mist was surging, like ink buckled on the surface of the water and continuously gathered, surrounding the white-haired youth. Forget it, wait until the body is restored. Zong Jiu thought in a daze. Zhuge secretly said that he was right, this copy he really has a deadly catastrophe. What''s more **** is that the solution to the game is indeed on the devil. It is a pity that Zong Jiu''s pride does not allow him to bow his head slightly. At the last second, the magician closed his eyes wearily. The blood rolled down from the ragged yellow robe, mingled between the white hair, ticking, dyeing the depths of the other pair of pupils red. At this time, ten minutes before the use of Iluka''s silver coin took effect, there were still thirty seconds left. Chapter 210: Dormitory for trainees This is the most typical European orphanage in the early twentieth century. There are not many special or novel places around it. The whole body is made of wood. Because it was exposed to the rainy season all the year round, the wood in the ground was already wet. In addition, there was a lack of resources during the war. Neither oil lamps nor electric lights could be ignited, and the night was panic. It was raining endlessly outside. Thousands of puffy raindrops pour down from the sky like no end, like giant beasts with open fangs and big mouths. The old-fashioned building that was about to decay like a coffin was creaking and roaring. Every sound is like stepping on a person''s heart, shocking and frightening. All the living trainees shuddered in this invisible darkness, squeezing their bodies and heads into the damp wooden lattices, and dare not let out the atmosphere. Thanks to the fact that they have all become six-year-olds now, if they are adults, there is no way to hide outside these dog holes. Everyone is waiting, praying silently and desperately for the arrival of the last time. From a distance, the bell rang again. "Ring Ling Ling--" Intertwined with the sound of rain in the distance, the voice of the resentment bell is still so cold, unknown, continuously hovering, full of indescribable terrible whispers. It''s going to be assembled again. The trainees who survived by chance trembled crazily and violently. ''How to do? ¡¯ After so many days and the blood of countless people, the trainees naturally understood the meaning behind this resentment bell. Every time the complaining bell rang, the trainees had to gather on the first floor at the bottom of the orphanage. The most frightening thing is that there are very strict regulations on the number of trainees in each assembly. Sometimes, those who go to the assembly can survive. Sometimes, the people who go down to gather will become the fresh sacrifices of Yingling, and there will be no corpses. What''s more frightening is that there is no trace. Unless a trainee had good luck a few days ago, and got a dry and severed finger from the eye-less dean of the orphanage, he could barely offset the curse of the bell of resentment. However, a few days ago, all the trainees avoided the resentment of the orphanage dean. After all, the first time anyone encounters a ghost, he will look up and try to reason with it. It¡¯s not bad to see that mummy with a cracked rope knot hanging from the beams of the house without being scared to death. Realize that the other party is actually grieving and has no intention of killing. It was precisely because of the missed clues of this greatness that this led to the tragedy of life and death of thousands of practitioners in the following days, fulfilling Zhuge''s dark prophecy. Everyone¡¯s main task is different. Everyone has their own goals, and they don¡¯t show kindness to pay attention to or help others. But even more frightening is that almost everyone has two fixed main tasks. That is, after completing your main mission, you still need to survive until the time when the copy is closed. The sound of complaining bells is still jingling. At this moment, a cold mechanical sound suddenly came from the endless heavy rain. [The seven-day countdown is up] [Excluding 15 people who have not completed the main mission, the remaining number of survivors: 251 people] All trainees are overjoyed. There is nothing more exhilarating than waiting in the anxious and lost path, finally ushering in the end and hope. [Please wait, the main system is being judged...] [Super S-level dungeon: an indescribable orphanage, the space coordinates have been locked] [Space transmission will be carried out immediately after 30 seconds, transmission location: studio hall] At this moment, the smiles of countless people in the dark are permanently frozen on their faces. Behind them, a pale and cold hand suddenly stretched out in the narrow and cramped darkness, and in the next second it dragged them into the "dog hole" that was only a few inches in diameter. No one knew what was in the dog hole. Once, a trainee tried to look into the bottomless darkness. In the next second, he suddenly lost his mind, bit his fingers dripping with blood, leaving only two strings of **** white bones, giggling, and crawling into the bottomless hole like crazy. The irony is that only the grid connected to the dog hole can not be found by the "resent bell" outside. But before this, no one had expected that the things in the dog hole would have passed the hide-and-seek stage and drag people in directly. This time it was Zhuge An who was speaking out. Almost a second after the main system''s voice was behind, the black-haired man reacted, and first rolled out of the grid flexibly and rushed towards the bottom of the orphanage, shouting, "Come out!" "This is a Super S Grade dungeon, there is no possibility of time suspension!" A word to wake up all dreamers. The trainees all breathed a sigh of relief after hearing the announcement from the main system and relaxed their vigilance. Because of inertial thinking, all other dungeons, even including S-level dungeons, will be stuck in a moment of color freezing and time suspension after the main system broadcasts it. It is also the soul-recovering stage that everyone jokingly calls. But this is a super S-level copy, which is not much different from the real world in terms of position level. Even if the main system is a high-dimensional intellectual brain, it is far from being able to control an entire plane, and it will interfere with the sky. But I want to suspend the time of an entire plane-- How can it be? So no one would have imagined that the thirty seconds that everyone jokingly called the soul-recovering stage would turn out to be the last time for death! Thousands of dry and pale hands stretched out from the dog hole, and countless figures that had been hanged hung on the beams of the house and shook with the wind. I don¡¯t know how many years of precipitation, the white dresses that turned to brown and swayed with the wind. , The blood on the top has long been air-dried into black spots. Together with the only kerosene lamp that hung down, Wei Ling finally revealed its truest appearance. The original quaint and old copper-yellow exterior seems to be painted with a shiny surface, and the bells are nourished by these fresh souls and resentments to shine more and more. The next thing to react is no.2. Immediately afterwards, the other seven Ss reacted almost at the same time. Some of them sacrificed their last hole cards or special props. Everyone is running, no one dares to stop. In the darkness, the only thing that can be heard is the sharp and horrified screams around one after another. However, these screams often only last for a moment. After a short while, it was all due to the silent rain. There is nowhere in this way, and the urgency and panic that will come to him without knowing when it will spread silently in the cold orphanage. Thirty seconds became extremely long. The exorcist felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He made a decisive decision, using the special props that he had been holding in his hand and hadn''t used it for a long time. The exorcist who had escaped the fatal catastrophe had cold limbs and thunderous heartbeat. No one knew better than him, the grievance contained in that withered hand just now. I am afraid that if he is one second late, he will lose all his ability to move, and he will be dragged back into the dog hole stiffly. This is not the most terrible. The most frightening thing is that the exorcist remembered that he was one of the first people to run out. Even he was found by the ghost hand, let alone other people? Obviously only thirty seconds, but it is longer than a century. At this moment, Fan Zhuo, who was also in the dark, felt a familiar breath of blood. Although his blood lineage was expelled, his sensitivity to blood is still there. Not to mention that this is not a little **** smell, but it is incredible. As long as the survivors nearby can smell it. It was also at this time that all the outstretched ghost hands stopped. In the next second, they all stretched towards the place where the blood came out like crazy. The thunder fell to the ground, and the flash of thunder illuminates the scene. The black-haired man stood in place, holding a knife in one hand, and slashing his left arm away with the other. Those resentful spirits who smelled his blood were crazy. At the end of the field of vision, the densely white arms gathered together, like a sea of ??invisible end, piercing towards Zhuge in the center. There are even many ghosts who have given up prey that they could have dragged away at their fingertips and joined the army. Not only these, there are still a steady stream of resentful spirits appearing in the dog hole. Now, what else do other survivors do not understand? This is clearly Zhuge''s big brother, in order to save them, he did not hesitate to use his body as bait! This incident is really shocking, and it doesn''t have anything to do with Zhuge An''s usual rumors. It is precisely because of this that people feel shocked and unspeakable. At this moment, regardless of whether there was any grudge or no grudge against No.3, there was prejudice or no prejudice. Everyone sincerely prayed for a miracle. However, Zhuge in the center of his field of vision closed his eyes tightly and stayed still. When the first ghost hand was about to touch his shirt, the six-year-old boy slowly moved away his other hand in front of him. A dry severed finger was lying quietly on the palm of his hand. In a moment, the whole world was still. [Thirty seconds is up, the space transfer begins...] ...... The studio hall is still the same as when the trainees left, magnificent, and the lights flickering. But now there is only one person in the whole hall. Tu Yumen sat in the position of no.10, seldom did not hold the Happy Water of Fat House in his hand, his face was full of anxiety. If it is normal and there is no one in the studio, then he will definitely call out the main system, run all the way to the position that belongs to no.1, and take a few photos of himself first. But he was not in the mood now. Two hours have passed since the Onmyoji Master returned to the dormitory for the trainees. During these two hours, he experienced the bizarre experience of entering the no.1 dormitory by mistake and being thrown into the sea. However, when Tu Yumen felt that he knew some great secret, and when he hurried to the no.9 dormitory to knock on the door, there was no one inside and no answer. He paid the survival points and used the S-level authority to realize that the magician did not come back with him at all. what the hell. Onmyoji thought sadly. Obviously he didn''t look like the kind of noble person who gave up his chances of survival to others, but he did something like this again. So for the next hour, he anxiously and faithfully looked forward to the miracle. A magician can definitely perform miracles. Just as everyone on the stage worried that he could not escape from the cage containing the sharks, the next second he appeared in the crowd casually, smiling and bending over to greet everyone. Will. Chapter 211: Dormitory for trainees Under such nervous and anxious waiting, Tu Yumen was uneasy. He sat on the high throne, staring closely at the empty studio below. Generally speaking, even if it enters different copies, the main system will control the flow rate of the copies to become the same. Just like the main system tells Doommen that the trainees will return to the studio in three hours, then they will definitely be back in three hours. The Onmyoji waited and waited, and suddenly realized a problem. ¡®Wait, Crazy Circus, the Super S Grade dungeon main system can¡¯t even get in touch. Can the magician really come back within the time set by the main system? ¡¯ For his question, the main system gave an indeterminate answer. [Sub-system energy will run out in only three hours] Tu Yumen understood what the main system meant. If the magician hasn''t come back before the subsystem energy is exhausted, then there is probably nothing to expect. Even the central hub linking the main system is gone. To make an analogy is equivalent to wanting to go home but unable to find the way home. Without the spatial coordinates of the trainee dormitory, it is estimated that they can only stay there forever. ¡®No, the magician will definitely come back. ¡¯ He was so nervous that his fists were curled up, and his eyes were shaking. At this moment, Tu Yumen suddenly remembered the huge golden wire bird cage in the big dark room, the rose petals covered with black bed and the huge floor mirror standing right in front of the cage. Although he was thrown into the sea at the time, after realizing that no.1 really had a different mind for the magician, the Onmyoji almost failed to drop his jaw. But now, Tu Yumen really hopes that the instructor can use his authority to at least take responsibility for his unruly intentions. Most of the keys the magician gave him were given to him with no.1 authority, so it''s better to be a good person, begging. Just when Tuyumen was thinking about it alone, there was a sudden change in the hall that had been silent. Onmyoji suddenly stood up from the throne. In the next second, the white light representing the shift of space flashed in the empty square. Just like a signal, after the first white light comes on, more than one hundred white lights also appear one after another. After the light faded, the trainees also appeared from the space shift. The state of most people is not much better. Either their faces were pale, or their lips were blue, and a large number of people had torn their shoulders and clothes, exposing the wilted skin that had festered and turned black on their backs, and even the whole half of their faces had been transformed. The pupils of these trainees were dilated, like a frightened bird. When they saw that they had indeed returned to the trainee dormitory, they collapsed to the ground as if they had lost their strength, and they were unable to recover for a long time. The speed of space transfer is very fast. Because they all came from one copy, in fact, everyone was transferred in the same batch. There is no saying that no one is faster than anyone else. They all come at the same time. Tu Yumen stared at the throne next to him, his hand on the armrest trembling constantly. However, what was destined to disappoint him was that he did not see anyone appearing on the throne until the voice of the main system sounded. [All the trainees are assembled, and the final round of rating is about to start] [Panoramic camera turned on successfully] In the next second, the survivors who had been waiting outside the live broadcast room for a long time rushed in. Because it is a Super S-class copy, the main system can''t open the live broadcast room either. Therefore, the infinite loop of survivors is completely unknown to the process and results of this final round of selection. They don''t know what the super S-level copy is like in the last level. Even if they want to watch it, they can only watch part of the screen recorded later on by the main system. [Come here, damn, I haven¡¯t watched it live for seven days, I¡¯m going to be suffocated] [Me, too, and I¡¯ve been so embarrassed to copy copies these days, and now finally, my source of happiness is back! ¡¿ [Speaking of which should be the last round of dungeons, right? When the main system held a conference before, didn¡¯t it say that after this copy is finished, it will be a decisive copy] [Oh my god, so fast...how do I feel that the first game of the horror trainee competition was still held yesterday, why is it so soon to the decisive dungeon] Everyone was chatting and discussing, and when the screen in the live broadcast room was completely lit up, after seeing the scene in front of him, the topic changed again. [My God, depending on the situation, this is too tragic...] More than tragic, most of the trainees are still at the stage of being affected by complaints, and even after returning, they will be like walking corpses. For a while, they will not be able to recover from the environment full of resentment. [Sure enough, is it a Super S Grade dungeon? These big guys are doing this one by one, it¡¯s hard to imagine what the consequences would be if I went in, I guess there will be no more scum left.] [Indeed, and even more frightening, did you find that... there are almost few people on the steps of C-level trainees] [I have been trembling for a long time, do you remember how many people there were before entering the dungeon? That¡¯s a total of more than 1,500, and I¡¯m back now...I dare to say that there is no one in ten, alas] This barrage is right. There is indeed no one in ten. Originally, there were trainees in the studio from S grade to A, B, and C grades. After returning this time, the number of more than 1,000 people suddenly dropped. Not to mention, there were only three C-level trainees standing on the steps, all dying, and the survival rate was horribly low. "How come there are only so few people?" The exorcist who had just returned looked up and was shocked. [Currently surviving people in the hall: 112 people] No one speaks. They clearly remembered that during the last thirty seconds of the broadcast in the orphanage, the main system said that there were two hundred and fifty-one people left. No one would have thought that in just 30 seconds, half of the more than two hundred and fifty trainees would lose their lives forever. However, this is not enough. Because the main system has already said that there can only be a hundred people surviving to make a debut in the thriller trainee competition. Therefore, after this rating, all trainees who get a C rating and include the rating here and fall to C will be Eliminated. [Did any of you notice, the top throne...] On the throne at the top of the studio hall, the positions belonging to no.1 and no.9 are vacant. No.1 is the position that the adult gave up, but no.9 has no special circumstances. After the main system determined that all the trainees had returned to the studio, no one appeared yet, and the meaning behind it was self-evident. The barrage exploded immediately. [No way, the magician is S grade! S-level players are all seeded, and they are sent all the way to the decisive dungeon. How could something go wrong in the middle? ¡¿ [That¡¯s right, that¡¯s the magician who can bring miracles every time, how could he not come back, I burst into tears] [Don¡¯t be so confident upstairs, the top psychic is gone soon in the collective copy] [I really split, I''m still waiting for the magician to take me out of here, 55555] Not only the barrage, but even many trainees have noticed this. In the position that belonged to no.3 alone, Zhuge An didn''t even recover from the injury of redeeming five hundred points in the main system for the first time. Instead, he turned to look at the ninth throne on his side. To his disappointment, there was no one on it. The black-haired man tightened his thin lips, wisps of blood dripping down his fingertips, dripping to the ground, closing his eyes deeply. What Zhuge didn''t notice was that beside him, Fan Zhuo stared at the drop of red blood that fell to the ground, and a flash of astonishment flashed extremely quickly in the dark red pupils. ...... In the dimly lit room, the shadows deposited on the ground floated up. The next second, after the darkness faded, the black leather shoe tip suddenly appeared. The man was holding a tattered black umbrella in his hand, his face was so gloomy that he was about to drip ink. He was usually spotless, and his neat suit was also stained with dust at the moment, and the hem was even cut off, as if it was corroded by something unknown, it was shocking. The devil hasn''t been so embarrassed for a long time. He is a maleficent incarnation of a high-level plane, and he is not inferior to Cthulhu in terms of personality. If you have to fight, you can get a tie with the blessing of the home court. No matter what, it is impossible for him to die. As long as people''s evil thoughts are still there, demons will last forever. But even so embarrassed, he failed to bring people back. To be precise, neither the demon nor the evil **** was able to please both sides. Because of the devil''s intervention, Sabre Nicholas also failed to spend the Spring Festival evening with the humans he liked. They are facing each other. The shadows rising from the ground cut off the tentacles of the sky like spikes, and the Supreme Mother gave an angry and inexplicable shout. It was a battle above the plane. After only ten seconds, that Super S Grade dungeon plane suddenly collapsed because it couldn''t bear it. At the moment the space collapsed, the magician engulfed by the tentacles was suddenly swept away by the space turbulence caused by the collapse of the copy, and disappeared. Neither of the two non-human beings who fought so well could intercept them in the first place. After noticing this, there is no need to fight. Shabu Nicholas is the evil **** who is in charge of reproduction and desire/hope, but not Yug Sotos who is in charge of time and space. The devil used his natural ability to leave, and he couldn''t keep it. "The main system uses the power of the instructor to lock the magician''s coordinates with all its strength." The black-haired man threw the umbrella bone in his hand, and his face cast a shadow. [Are you crazy? ¡¿ The sound of the main system does not fluctuate in the slightest [He comes from the high-dimensional world] Its meaning is very clear. The magician comes from a higher-dimensional world and only hinders the plan between it and the devil, without any promotion, and it is even more likely that their plan will fall short. If such a person dies, that is definitely a good thing. It''s not worth it at all, and you don''t need to care about it. "madman?" The devil said coldly, "When you work with me, you should think of this." The man stared at the huge golden cage, and extremely complicated and obscure emotions surged through his dark golden pupils. Don''t know why, he suddenly remembered that thunderstorm night. After the game is over, the game of the devil follows. He gave the key to the magician. However, the other party did not bother to use it at all. Although the winning or losing of this game has not yet been defined, at this moment, the devil suddenly realized. He had already lost. It was a complete failure. Chapter 212: Punish copy Zong Jiu felt his head hurt. It''s not the ordinary pain, but the kind of splitting headache. It''s like a hangover, or it''s like drinking fake wine, and it hurts to a little nausea. Immediately afterwards, countless broken and mottled memories began to return. Just a few hours ago, he stubbornly identified himself as an ancient god, opened his arms to the sky and said that I am the king of the world, contemptuously said to the leader of the sect that you are an ant, and used a majestic and familiar tone to one. The heretic **** called him affectionately, and he didn''t even notice it when he died, stubbornly thinking that he would return to the sealed body. Zong Jiu: "..." For a moment, he really wanted to buy the station ticket overnight and escape the planet with the train. After being silent for three seconds, he comforted himself again in his heart. The leader of the sect is dead, and Shabu Nicholas estimates that he will never see it in this life. As for the devil... he arrived late and can be ignored. Very good, let this memory turn into nothing, let it go with the wind! No one knows that the magician once suffered from hypocrisy in the Super S Grade dungeon, nor does he know this dark history that cannot be directly looked at! In the midst of dizziness and pain and memories returning to the cage, Zong Jiu heard an anxious and impatient voice in his ear. "When are you going to sleep? The leading actors are already there, do you want to run away with this double-in-the-box?" The tone of the voice was quite bad, with obvious anger in it. Zong Jiu felt baffled for a while. He struggled and opened his eyes. Strangely, his eyes were gray and black. It''s not the kind of blind night, but the darkness with sunglasses. Through the polarized light refracted by the sunglasses, he can clearly see what he is now in the reflection of the side car door. The ragged yellow robe he was wearing had long since disappeared, and he was replaced with an ordinary T-shirt and jeans. Not only did he wear a huge sunglasses with a frame large enough to cover most of his face, he even wore a pure black mask, which looked mysterious and exceptionally fanciful. What is this scenario? Zong Jiu ignored the man who yelled in front of him, and instead tried to contact the main system in the sea of ??knowledge. Sure enough, a wave of contact was like a stone sinking into the sea. Logically speaking, if he survived, either the sub-system sit-ups connected to the main system to transfer space for him, or the no.1 pair of Gang Cthulhu brought him back to the trainee dormitory. But now neither situation is accounted for, which is very strange. When Zong Jiuyi tried, the anger of the people he had ignored for a long time finally broke out. "Did your tm listen to Lao Tzu''s speech?" In the next second, the hand that tried to reach out to pat the young man''s sunglasses was suddenly grabbed, and gently folded back. "Oh ah ah ah ah -" The latter uttered a cry like a pig, and the tears secreted subconsciously suddenly crisscrossed his fat face. In front of him, the white-haired young man got up slightly from the parking space, his sunglasses slanted down, revealing the sharp light pink pupils inside. He obviously didn''t do anything, just a simple action can make people feel the formidable killing intent. Zong Jiu said nonchalantly: "You can''t speak well, do you have to do it?" "Let go!" Zong Jiu remained unmoved, maintaining this posture of bending the opponent''s wrist. Even if his strengthening abilities were lifted, it was more than enough to clean up a dead fat mansion. Because of the action just now, the pair of sunglasses on his face also slipped to the end of the tall nose, exposing most of his face. The temperature outside the car was very high, it was a scorching summer. Zong Jiu murmured that someone had put a strict mask on himself on a hot day, and he reached out his hand to take the mask off, and looked at the environment outside the car. In the distance is a majestic castle, the whole body is dark gray, surrounded by spires, and there is still a faded dark blue on the top. The style seems to belong to the same style as the famous Neuschwanstein castle in Germany, both in the classical revival period. The most common kind. The castle is surrounded by mountains and the trees are tall and straight, covering the sky, only a few spots of light can be revealed from the forest. One can imagine how dark it will be at night, and the moonlight can''t shine through it. Right in front of the castle, a lot of staff wearing vests are walking around. Some of his people bowed their heads and tied Steadicam on their bodies. The black slide rails were laid on the ground. On the side there was a hydraulic gimbal that hadn''t put the camera on the side. The field note was rolled up with white paper in his hand and directed everywhere. A little farther away, there are people who are adjusting the height of the pointing microphone. The direction and effect of the light curtain look very professional. Zong Jiu looked back, good fellow, the car that he came out just now turned out to be a small nanny car. He is basically certain now that he has entered a set by mistake. It''s strange that he can''t connect to the main system. Is this the real world before he wears the book? But this doesn''t make sense, because not only the outfit on the body, but also the clothes he wears, are different from those of Zong Jiu before the book. While Zong Jiu was thinking, suddenly the people in front of him changed again. This fat boy doesn''t move anymore. He stood there, as if ignoring the pain in his wrist, staring blankly at the face of the white-haired young man after he took off the mask. The fat face was full of surprise and obsession. "?" Zong Jiu, who originally wanted to give him a bit of trouble, was so cold that he quickly let go of his hand. Even so, the other party''s sight did not converge, instead he was more naked/naked, staring straight at him. As he watched, the fat boy hesitated and opened his mouth: "You, you..." Strange, is there something on his face? Zong Jiu looked back at his reflection on the car window. The youth that appeared inside was no different from the one in his memory, except that he was younger and more energetic than a magician who had crippled hands before putting on a book, and was desolate and decadent. He did not return to the real world. Having confirmed this in his heart, Zong Jiu not only didn''t feel lost, but was excited instead. He of course prefers an endless loop full of excitement to the real world, which is unworried and less challenging and interesting. This time, I saw that the white-haired young man ignored him, and the fat boy showed no signs of anger. While sticking his gaze tightly on the former''s face, he tried to come forward and wipe the oil. At this moment, a gentle voice came from behind them. "Director Li." Zong Jiu raised his head lazily, and saw another pure black Mercedes-Benz Spint parked not far away. In front of this luxurious nanny car, many staff members were holding towels and cold water, and the slender figures surrounded by stars were approaching them. After hearing this sound, the fat boy who just wanted to come up and move his feet suddenly became agitated. He recovered from that abnormal obsession and immediately nodded and bowed: "Emperor Ye, early." Known as "Emperor Ye" is a slender young man. He was wearing the most common white shirt and trousers, and he also wore a pair of sunglasses on his face. His temperament looked very elegant. He was more like a young senior from a higher education institution than a person in the entertainment industry. "Is this my stand-in?" The actor stepped forward and looked at the latter twice, as if he was a little interested: "Take off the sunglasses and have a look." I don''t know why, Zong Jiu has an unprovoked sense of guard. This person is full of very abrupt malice. Although it is shallow, it can''t hide from the magician''s eyes who are very good at feeling emotions. The most interesting thing is that this malice is completely different from the devil, on the contrary, it is more like some kind of cold resentment, like being stained by something unclean. To this end, Zong Jiu looked at his feet specially. Well, there is a shadow. "What are you doing? The actor told you to take off your glasses!" The director Li just turned around and urged him in a low voice. Zong Jiu paused, and his slender fingers landed on the sunglasses. There are too many mysteries that I can¡¯t figure out now. There are why he was suddenly transferred here from that Super S Grade dungeon. There are also completely different decorations and clothing on his body. There are also inexplicable situations in front of him, including the abnormality of the director of Fat Boy obsessed. In the absence of any answers, you can only watch the changes. The next second, the white-haired youth took off his sunglasses. There was a dead silence. Everyone, whether looking directly or sideways, intentionally or unintentionally, as long as they see his face, they all seem to be fixed in place, with a faint black mist appearing in the depths of their pupils, revealing an undisguised obsession. look. Zong Jiu noticed that among so many people, only the Yingdi Ye in front of him was the first to recover from the awe-inspiring. He laughed and broke the silence. "Hey, how come this double looks nothing like me?" It''s not just like, a black hair and white long hair, standing together, the temperament is different, and the appearance is even more difficult to go together. If it is the value of the face, the little-known little dragon set even stabilizes the actor of countless dream lovers. Director Fat Boy was startled, his forehead was covered with cold sweat. Their crew was originally produced at a low cost, and the investors relied on Ye Yingdi to bring money into the crew. Whether it was seniority or the backstage, this set was the other side''s word. No one thought that such a mistake would still appear in a kung fu looking for a substitute. Just as he had finished typing and was about to explain in a hurry, the other party spoke again. "How about this." Yingdi Ye curled his eyes, "I think this kid is also a gifted person, so it''s better to keep him and arrange a small role." In time, the envy and jealous eyes turned towards the gray-haired youth. This is from the actor''s personal mention, changed to another skin difference, who can have such good luck? Director Li was taken aback, nodded quickly and agreed: "Okay." This is really in his arms. Such a look is like adding a layer of magical beauty, which can easily arouse the deepest desires/hopes in people''s hearts. Who doesn''t want to possess him? It was also at this time that a familiar mechanical sound suddenly sounded in Zong Jiu. [Sub-system is starting...The system is started successfully] [S-level trainee Zongjiu, now in the punishment dungeon] [The main task of the dungeon: survive to the end of the filming] [Note: The trainee was detected to carry an unknown source of pollution. After testing, it was a curse mark belonging to Shabu Nicholas. The curse has the characteristics of plague-type spreading. If the curse cannot be lifted, the main system will refuse the trainee¡¯s request to return to the dormitory, and the trainee is also requested to actively find a way to lift the curse in the punishment copy] Chapter 213: Punish copy This sudden change did not last long. No matter how good it looks, it is just a little-known little dragon set, and it is insignificant compared with the famous and award-winning movie emperor. So after Ye Yingdi opened Jinkou, the crew quickly arranged a small supporting role for Zong Jiu, and even printed the contract with great action for him to sign. However, although it was scattered, the atmosphere on the set suddenly became a little strange. As long as it is a staff member, they will look at the gray-haired youth in their spare time, as if they have been attracted by some great attraction, and they can¡¯t look away. From a distance, you can still hear those whispering discussions. "It''s no wonder that you can get Ye Yingdi''s blue eyes, this skin looks really good..." "Indeed, let me say that even the recognized faces of the entertainment industry have to bow down in front of him." "It''s weird, how could it be possible that this looks is still an unfamiliar amateur." People use nonchalant words to cover up their inner lust/hope. Because even if the white-haired young man does nothing, just stand with his hands in his pockets and stand lazily, no one can ignore his existence. On the contrary, he is like the **** of love and beauty in ancient Greek mythology. There is no imperfection in his body. A glance can evoke countless desires and desires in people''s hearts. Zong Jiu frowned without a trace at the sight that bothered him. He simply signed the contract, put on his sunglasses again, and sat back in the nanny''s car just now. This time, no one who didn''t have long eyes dared to bother him. Not only not, but the other staff on the set are like mad bees and butterflies, riveting to his side. Some deliver water, some serve tea, and some deliver fruits and popsicles. They are extremely flattering and flattering. They don¡¯t have to ask for words when they come up. The pupils are dark in the depths, revealing an unbearable ugly appearance. . Zong Jiu closed the car door and blocked all these people outside. Then he rubbed his temples and continued to communicate with the subsystem in the sea of ??knowledge. He clearly remembered that at the time of the Crazy Circus dungeon, the subsystem had just contacted the main system, and the moment he opened the space door, he fell into a dormant state due to exhaustion of energy. But now, the sub-system is obviously replenished with energy, and it can be alive and kicking again. There is only one thing to explain, that is, they have now returned to the category of the main system. It just so happened that the sub-system said, he is actually in a punishment copy now. The penalty copy is of course the copy scope of the main system. "Why doesn''t the main system let me go back to the trainee dormitory directly?" This is the point of Zong Jiu''s doubts. Since he escaped from birth, no matter what, he should go back to the dormitory directly. After all, the punishment dungeon actually gives the trainees who have just been eliminated a chance to come back from the dead, anyway, it has nothing to do with Zong Jiu, the S-level no.9. [Because you have the curse of Sab Nicholas on your body] Perhaps it is a grasshopper who reads between two people or on the same line. The magician wanted to return to the trainee dormitory, and the sub-system also wanted to return to the main system''s stream of consciousness, so it answered Zong Jiu''s confusion without stopping. [This curse is very contagious, its effect is comparable to the plague, and it is a curse for the high-dimensional world, the main system cannot use the authority to directly expel it] The meaning of sub-system is very clear. It probably means that Zong Jiu is now a pathogen carrying the virus. If he is put back into the trainee dormitory, the entire trainee dormitory and even the infinite loop will become the carrier of the spread of the curse. Naturally, the main system couldn¡¯t do such a stupid thing of lifting a rock and smashing itself in the foot, so after weighing it, it directly threw Zong Jiu to the punishment instance, and told him ruthlessly if it couldn¡¯t solve his own problems in this instance. Curse, then he will never want to return to the dormitory for trainees. Losing a no.9, there are other trainees to make up. If it affects all the trainees, the plan of the main system will fall short, and it''s natural to see which one is more important. Zong Jiu: "..." It''s really you, the main system. He was speechless for a while, and then he thought about the details of the punishment copy. No one has an accurate conclusion about the difficulty of punishing a copy. There are so many horror trainee competitions, and the grade rating has gone through many times. But there are really very few who can really come back alive from the punishment dungeon, and there are no more than ten when it comes to full play. There are three levels of FED that were eliminated before. Even if these levels are all newcomers, there are more than 10,000 of them, and there are probably thousands of them. As a result, only less than ten survived. The survival rate is almost comparable. The super S-class copy is much lower. And the punishment dungeon is a single-player dungeon, and there is no shop in front of the village, no one can care if something happens here. Zong Jiu put the question down first, and then asked the sub-system: "What is the curse that comes from Sab Nicholas you mentioned?" The subsystem was silent for a while, and briefly and vaguely described to him the scene after the magician passed out a few hours later. The malicious incarnation and the three pillars of the original **** fought in a super S-grade instance, interrupting the evil **** who could have mated/mate with the human being he liked, making the latter angry. It''s not the first time that Shabu Nicholas has done this kind of thing. As the supreme mother god, the representative of reproduction and desire/hope, he has always shot with anyone he likes, and there are also human victims among them. For example, the mother of pus, one of the outer gods, is the product of his mating with human beings. In the end, who would have thought that the two non-humans fought too fiercely and directly destroyed the copy. Because the copy burst, it was like a monstrous tsunami caused by an iceberg falling into the deep sea, creating a frantic spatial turbulence, and suddenly swept away the unconscious magician. Originally, Zong Jiu should have been buried in the violent spatial turbulence. You must know that he was exposed to the universe. Even if it is a demon composed purely of evil thoughts, traveling aimlessly without accurate spatial coordinates is an extremely dangerous challenge, let alone the mortal Zong Jiu? Fortunately, when the space turbulence swept away, Iluka''s silver coin had five seconds left. So after breaking an A-grade passive item and resisting a fatal damage from the turbulence, the spatial turbulence went retrograde and rolled Zong Jiu out of the dark dimension. [As for the curse of Shabu Nicholas, you can understand it as a mark he put on the prey in advance] Sabre Nicholas was listed as one of the three original gods. Forcibly grabbing and arrogant is one of the most accurate. How can there be such a time when the flesh of the mouth is flying like this time. The sub-system explained very calmly [Even if it is forcibly taken, it also needs to help. Of course, the purpose of marking is to cheer up the prey, and make the process that is about to be carried out in Jinjiang more enjoyable.] [By the way, if you have an identity card in front of you now, you will find that your appearance and charm have exceeded one hundred under the effect of the curse] [Usually, the basic value of the ID card can only be set up to 90, for example, the appearance value is more than 100, which is no longer in the category of humans] Zong Jiu: "..." There was a thud in his heart immediately. Shabu Nicholas is not a serious evil god, so what kind of curse the curse is, so far it is clear at a glance. It¡¯s no wonder that the NPC of this punishment copy looks like he can¡¯t wait to pounce on him when he sees him. According to the urinary nature of the Supreme Mother God, his current charm has been unprecedentedly improved, and most of them have been transformed into a walking humanoid aphrodisiac/medicine, which is not an exaggeration. . Blame that temporary madness. The white-haired young man rubbed the root of his nose tiredly, trying to ignore the strange feeling in his heart that he heard that the sub-system said that the devil was facing one of the original gods of Gangsanzhu in order to recapture him from the evil god. The only good news now is that after leaving the Super S Grade dungeon, the main system will return all of his enhanced abilities to him. But of course, there is also bad luck. Unfortunately, he can''t contact the main system, can''t open the system backpack, and naturally can''t come up with special props. Except for Chang Pei''s S-class earring physics holy sword, there is nothing on him. It can be seen how the main system avoids him, who is now tainted by the evil god''s curse. Zong Jiu rubbed his regained wrist, and his long, well-knotted fingers flexibly did a set of extremely complex hand exercises in the air. After all, he is also at the top of all trainees. With the strengthening of his body, it is not difficult to survive in this instance. The most difficult thing is how to lift the curse from Sab Nicholas. Just as he was negotiating with the subsystem, there was a "tough" knock from the window of the car. Zong Jiu raised his head and saw the general assistant outside holding a thin script in his hand, motioning to open the window. He turned his head coldly and pressed the window button. Maybe it¡¯s the beauty that is confusing enough to improve everyone¡¯s patience, even if this is not consistent with the arrogant behavior of the dragon''s identity, no one dared to make a sound, but focus on the brown car window, trying to see more The white-haired young man with amazing beauty glanced at him. However, they were destined to disappoint them. Zong Jiu only opened a little narrow car window, and then closed it again after the script was squeezed in. Even if the line of sight was too hot, he also found nothing. Zong Jiu, who was blocked from sight, slowly opened the script on his seat. The name of the movie is very uninspiring, simple and rude, it is called "Castle Fright Night". At first glance, it is a horror and thriller late night file. Then just like its name, the plot of the movie is equally uncreative, clich¨¦d and tacky. Zong Jiu''s hand holding the script was dull for a moment. I don''t know how the film was drawn like this when it was inviting investment. It brought in a movie king who brought money into the group. It is even said that it is widely anticipated and praised by the outside world. The entertainment circle of this punishment copy is really a pill. Soon, Zong Jiu knew why. There are ten pages in the script, and five of them are passionate plays. Among them, the scenes belonging to Zong Jiu were specially circled with red pen. This little supporting role has a total of five roles, two of which are related to **** scenes. Chapter 214: Punish copy Zong Jiu: "..." Good guys. He finally knew why the field assistant stared at him with that look when he gave him the script, and he was all waiting here. The script of "Castle Fear Night" is very boring and uninspiring. It is specifically written that five spiritual lovers went to explore a long-abandoned castle together. As a result, some unusual spiritual events occurred during the expedition. In the end, all the other four people died tragically, leaving only the hero to escape. Day of birth. Thinking about it now, there are indeed many horror movies that focus on portraying some **** scenes, and this seems to have become a tacit rule, and "Castle Fear Night" is no exception. In the script that Zong Jiu held in his hand, the small supporting role he was assigned was the longest-lived of these supporting roles, but at the same time, he also provoked the big seller of the whole movie. The first scene is fairly normal, and it''s going through the most basic movie plot. The second exploratory shot started to be a bit wrong. Then came the third shot, a passionate scene with one of the male partners in the bathroom. The last shot was to mate/combine with the scariest ghost in the castle, and then he was sucked up and died. Zong Jiu once again: "..." I can play. Finally I know the reason why this movie does not have a heroine, and the feelings are even ghosts! It is worthy of the men''s team draft version of the thriller trainee competition, and even the logic of punishing the copy is so meticulous. It is not very harmful and extremely insulting. The main system''s trick is simply to accurately hit the straight man''s vitals, allowing people to climb Kongtong Mountain overnight. After reading the short script, Zong Jiu couldn''t sit still now, opened the door of the car, and quickly jumped out of the babysitter''s car. Seeing the car door slid open, there was another fiery line of sight all around. Staring blatantly, or staring calmly, the white-haired magician is like an unreasonable concentrator, attracting all the light and eyes. The sub-system is right, maybe it''s really because of the evil god''s curse, these lines of sight are not so friendly. There is a heavy dark desire/thought inside. But unfriendly turned unfriendly, and the grievances from the previous Ye Ying emperor always made Zong Jiu very noticeable. Although it seems that he was only shooting a horror movie in this abandoned castle, Zong Jiu has not forgotten that this is a serious horror copy. Since the main mission has been marked to survive until the end of the movie, it can never be. What plays a movie. According to the routine of punishing copies, most of the movies made will come true. Zong Jiu ignored all his sights and walked to the shed erected by the old castle. He has a long body, and even the simplest clothes can outline a thin but beautiful slender figure. Coupled with the sunglasses on his face that can cover most of the face, his lazy fan head looks really better than The actor on the set is more like the actor. Seeing him coming, everyone in the shed abruptly halted all the work they were doing, including those who were still having a good time talking just now, holding a clapperboard and pen and paper, they didn¡¯t know what to write, and turned their heads neatly together. Come. No one spoke, but there was no doubt that their eyes turned with the white-haired young man''s movement, looking extremely weird. Standing on the side, Ye Yingdi, who was always smiling, suddenly spoke. "Well, Teacher Yue, it''s better to change the next third act." The screenwriter who was suddenly named by him was stunned for a moment, and then he hurriedly replied, reluctantly withdrew his gaze, lowered his head and quickly flipped the script with countless marks on his hand, circled the script, and asked respectfully: "Ye Brother, how do you want to change?" There are not many special features in the third act. The main thing is that the male lead escapes from the hands of Li Gui and puts on a wonderful personal escape show in the corridor. In addition, the most interesting thing is that the little supporting actor played by Zong Jiu is in the bathroom with another male partner. The script is fierce, explicit and fragrant, just trying to earn enough attention. . In this year, the screenwriters existed at the bottom of the crew, like Ye Yingdi, who usually enter the crew are their own screenwriters, and they are directly adapted on-site when they encounter unsatisfactory plots. Now this big Buddha has finally been invited, if something goes wrong, he can''t afford to be responsible, naturally it is the actor who said he could change it as he wanted. "Replace the passionate scene of this scene." Yingdi Ye raised his eyebrows, with a smile on his face, but Zong Jiu felt extremely uncomfortable for no reason, "Change to the male lead." As soon as this remark came out, there was a dead silence. Many people are amazed and jealous in their hearts. The original male partner who was fortunate enough to have a passionate scene with Zong Jiu had a black face and looked at the movie emperor rather badly. At this time, the screenwriter came out to make a roundup: "Brother Ye, you are really kind. This child is probably the first time making a movie and can''t find the feeling. With you taking it into the play, this scene is probably going to pass soon." Yingdi Ye nodded, did not speak, but bowed his head and moved the forehead that he had just made. The assistant who was by his side immediately went forward: "Ye Ge is not much time, and there is a main theme movie waiting to be launched on the other side. Tonight, everyone has a hard time. We took advantage of this place tonight to go through this movie with the protagonist. , Supporting shots and other re-shoots." The assistant said while holding a big bag in his hand and handing out red envelopes to others, "Come on, this is a little bit of Ye Ge''s care, please don''t be out of sight." Although the content of the words is not at all polite, the actions are considered sincere. At least the red envelopes are very heavy. Zong Jiu weighed the thickness of the red envelope, and was about to speak, but saw the director raise the script scroll in his hand. "That''s it, Ye Ge has spoken, everyone is in place, what should be done, then we will prepare the first and second acts first, try to go through them again, don''t waste extra time." The fat boy yelled, and everyone in the crew moved. Just now, the photography equipment and recording equipment have almost been set up, and now we only need to wait for the final debugging. Coincidentally, the sky almost turned dark purple, as if it was about to enter the night. It is obviously unrealistic to finish a movie in one night. Seeing what the director meant, it seemed that he wanted to focus on the filming of Ye Yingdi''s scene tonight, that is, the thin ten-page paper just now. Zong Jiuzheng wanted to turn around, but saw that Ye Yingdi, who was surrounded by the crowd, nodded at him. "You are a newcomer, why don''t you come to my dressing room and I will tell you about the drama?" Oh, here comes it. If both parties are normal people, and this is also a normal set, although it is a bit strange for the actors to tell the actors, it can also be counted as the category of seniors promoting younger generations. But the copy in front of him is obviously abnormal. Not only is it abnormal, even Zong Jiu is also cursed by a humanoid self-propelled spring/medicine, and Ye Yingdi has been in the circle for many years, knowing this well, and it does not seem to be a fuel-efficient lamp. That scene is particularly abrupt. At least around, the staff who heard these words showed unsuspecting and ambiguous eyes. Earlier, there were rumors that Ye Yingdi was the same in private, because the background was very hard, and the debut went smoothly. However, his vision is said to be very high. The last celebrity who was clever and rumored about his scandal has long since become an eighteenth-line paste coffee. He was blocked, and no one dared to attack him in the future. It''s rare that he fell in love with a person, and underestimated a few words to give a supporting role, and he personally told the drama. Others were jealous and jealous, and he was a little bit envious in the end. If you follow the actor, future resources will not be sent to the door casually. However, Zong Jiu just waved his hand indifferently: "No." After the white-haired young man had finished speaking, he turned his head and walked into the dressing room of the group acting, leaving the people behind staring at each other. The others didn''t respond much, but it was Yingdi Ye, who stood there and waved his hand with a good temper: "It''s all gone, hurry up and prepare for the first act." Seeing that the biggest boss didn''t show any signs of anger, the others naturally wouldn''t say anything, one by one, they withdrew the obsessive eyes staring at the back, and continued to take their positions. But, don''t you really care? Outside the court, a huge giant screen with lights turned on, facing the entrance of the ancient castle. The staff sitting on the high stools are working hard to adjust the intensity of the lights. One of the lighting lamps seemed to be out of order, suddenly emitting an unknown color of deep red. In the lighter''s roar, the crimson just fell to the ground, illuminating the actor''s face slightly turned sideways. The Fat Boy looked at it suddenly, and he saw a hideous and terrifying ghost behind that face. He was taken aback, rubbed his eyes quickly, and muttered something. "It''s weird, the actor who played the ghost today obviously didn''t come..." ...... On the other side, after changing into a slightly old shirt and trousers, Zong Jiu was looked up and down by the makeup artist. In other words, he doesn''t need makeup at all. In everyone''s eyes, the white-haired youth is like being given a high light in a gray world. His appearance has surpassed the limit of human imagination. Apart from marveling at the others, he can''t afford it. If it is really transformed, it will be superfluous. So he was put on the set so swaggeringly. The first act is very simple. After the introduction, five actors appeared together. The male protagonist played by Ye Yingdi is a lover of detective literature. He heard that there had been a tragic and vicious corpse smashing case in this old castle in the suburbs several years ago, and he rushed here non-stop to try to crack this. No head injustice. The little supporting role played by Zong Jiu is a profligate male college student. He came here to explore purely to catch another rich second-generation from the same team. The purpose is very simple and rude. As for the second generation of rich male counterparts, the reason he came was because the evil spirits of the castle had some consciousness attached to him, making him restless at night, so he decided to come to the castle to find out. There are two other male counterparts, one is Zong Jiu''s suitor, Dead Fat House, and the other is a detective''s assistant. The director holds a clapboard in his hand to signal the photographer to keep up. "Action!" The first act began. Five people gathered at the gate of the ruined castle with their own destinations, planning to go in and take a look. The appearance of the castle seems to have been abandoned for a long time, and for an unknown number of years, there are weeds around it, and it looks very gloomy. At the moment when he stepped into the castle, Zong Jiu suddenly felt a scorching heat in his chest. As a result, as soon as he turned his head, the actor stood beside him, with concern in his eyes, as if he wanted to come up and help him. The white-haired young man paused, brushed shoulders with the other party, and speeded up his pace. Chapter 215: Punish copy Faced with this small episode, Director Fat Boy did not stop. Because the character of the male protagonist in the film is originally a detective full of curiosity, and at the same time, there is no lack of kind and enthusiastic. It can be said that the characterization is quite perfect and very bright. However, Zong Jiu''s vicious male partner is not only watery, but also vicious in mind, and he is especially capable of acting. This pretence generally refers to holding the shelf all the time, and the appearance looks cold and indifferent, like the appearance of the flower of kaolin, in fact, it is privately released / very waves, which can be seen by watching the two passionate dramas in the script. Therefore, according to this character, it is normal for a vicious man to look down on a detective. Because the detective was poor, the trench coat he wore was outdated, and even the socks were not of the same color. It is strange that such a person will be targeted by a vicious male worthy of the rich second generation. So after such a small episode, the five actors have completely walked into this abandoned castle. Unlike the light outside, the inside of the castle is pitch black, and the places where the light sweeps are all tattered. In fact, it is still a bit difficult to enter the scene on the set, because there are countless camera positions built around the actors, some of which are elevated in the air, there are also holding sound collectors, a large number of staff and photographers. Shi Wu pressed down on the opposite side. If you want to be immersed in the play, you have to ignore the people who are staring at you. But not this time. I don¡¯t know if the director ordered the scene work. Various cameras have been arranged in the castle early. The staff does not need to carry a heavy Steadicam to follow the film, but only need to keep one who follows the actor and other supporting actors. Both can be done independently. The above detailed rules can be summed up in one sentence: remote monitoring by the staff. Apart from the actors, there will be no other irrelevant people who interfere with the performance of the actors in the huge castle. Zong Jiu didn''t know the specific process of making the movie, but it was a horror copy anyway, and any bizarre things were normal. Besides, this development...it also fits the routine of the dungeon of horror. "Why is it so dark, is there a fire?" When he was thinking to himself, the fattest house in the team spoke up. But obviously, when Fei Zhai asked this question, his eyes were still looking at Zong Jiu, and he wanted to show off in front of his male god. "If I can find the power source for this old castle, maybe I can try to fix it." The Fei Zhai was originally an electrician professional. In addition, there were still people living in this old castle a few years ago when there was an unsettled case, so there would be no electricity. However, Zong Jiu didn''t speak, and didn''t even give him a look. Instead, she walked aside on her own, Ye Li''s side face brightened and disappeared in the deep darkness and weak light. The actor immediately connected: "The switch seems to be over there." "Shall I accompany you to take a look?" He held a dim flashlight in his hand, and leaned on it to illuminate. The light at the end just fell on the dark wall in the distance, illuminating the abandoned and broken switch. When the director said "action", the temperament and feeling of Ye Yingdi changed, from an elegant and full of demeanor to a detective who is full of challenges and curiosity about the current situation, and is quite helpful. Full of keen intuition. So immediately after, they fiddled a few times, and the old electric lights danglingly lit up, illuminating the huge hall full of spider webs. These are the previous arrangements of the director team, and all the actors know it in their hearts, but on the surface, these people naturally have to cooperate with them to exclaim a few times in order to act. Feizhai rubbed his hands, jogging all the way, glanced at Zong Jiu from time to time. Occasionally, Zong Jiu saw that the black around his pupils grew thicker. This is not acting, this is exactly what it is. It''s worthy of the evil god''s curse, indeed, as the sub-system said, like the plague, it has a strong spreading power. Zong Jiu found that the more he faced people with weak self-control and mental power, the more obvious the curse effect he carried, and the deeper the impact on them. I just don''t know what it looks like when their pupils are completely black. At this moment, the rich second generation suddenly said: "There are two floors here. Why not, let''s explore this old castle together, and then move in groups." Everyone expressed their opinions one after another, saying that there is no problem. "Good! Card¡ª" The director called a stop in front of the screen outside the castle, the lights came on, and the first act was over. There will be fifteen minutes in the intermission, and the second act will follow. The makeup artist carried the basket in his hand and went up to make up for the others, but Zong Jiu stood alone. Now with the lighted lamp, he can clearly see the general appearance of this ancient castle. Outside are lush trees and jungles, the shadows of the trees are whirling, and a little silver-white light and shadow are poured down. The living room is gray, the carpet is dusty, and the patterns on the walls are peeling off a lot. Not to mention the ubiquitous spider webs on the furniture, everywhere there is a situation that has not been inhabited for a long time. The rich second generation just made Zong Jiu care a little bit. The script said that the rich second generation was possessed by the consciousness of evil spirits in the castle, and the whole person would often dream back here at midnight and could not sleep well, so I planned to come here to find out. But in fact, the rich second generation is a bait for the evil spirits, to lure him here, in fact, is to provide a fresh body for the evil spirits to recover, other than that, the effect is minimal. In the end, the second generation of the rich ended up being upper-body by a ghost, and then carrying a knife while the detective''s assistant was unprepared, hacked the assistant to death. If the evil spirits of the old castle do have something to do, will the rich second generation be possessed long ago? It''s a pity that Zong Jiu can''t open the system backpack, and can''t get the special props to detect grievances. He is quite struggling, so he can only take one step to see. It was also at this time that the dialogue between Yingdi Ye and Director Li finally ended. The two of them seemed to be discussing something important, and then the director announced loudly: "Everyone is coming around. Just now, Ye Ge made a good suggestion." The director pointed to a camera, and commented on a sensational note, "Just now, the first act is the simplest plot and the most dull emotional, and it is also a buffer for everyone, especially the newcomers and actors. At present, under the leadership of Ye Ge, You are all very fast in the play, not bad." "But the next few scenes are not very good." Director Fat Boy made full use of the argument of first suppressing and then raising, to get to the main topic, "Everyone knows that tonight, the actor we played as a ghost happened temporarily and didn''t show up, so the only part that can be filmed today is in the script. A few scenes, the remaining single-player scenes have to ask Ye Ge to return to the crew in the future to make up." Fortunately, in these few scenes, there is no Ligui''s face, so the crew has produced a few realistic props, which have been placed in the castle, and then the plot will go. But here is the problem. In horror movies, ghosts and fears are also one of the highlights. A ghost with perfect makeup can not only make the audience feel terrified, but also make actors quickly enter the scene. The director''s meaning is obvious. Because the actor who played the ghost did not come, the requirements for the actors in the next filming will be much higher, especially the third and fifth acts. When it came to the fourth act, the line of sight falling on Zong Jiu became even more unscrupulous. Perhaps because of the light and the cover of the crowd, there are a few lines of sight that are extraordinarily naked/bare/bone. The third act was temporarily changed to a passion drama between Zong Jiu and Ye Yingdi. Since the change was hurried and the screenwriter was too late to write detailed content, Ye Yingdi said that it didn''t matter if there was no detailed script. Anyway, he is a senior, has experience, and can also bring newcomers into the show. And the fifth act is the highlight of Zong Jiu''s supporting role. He had to complete the whole scene of passion alone without another ghost actor. "Ye Ge meant that there was a lack of an atmosphere to enter the play, so in the next three acts, the staff would not follow up in the castle. Instead, they would use the form of remote follow-up shooting to make it easier for everyone to integrate into the atmosphere. The actor has already spoken, and anyone else who dares not to listen will naturally say yes in unison. Only Zong Jiu remained silent. Remote shooting is another horror copy. What is the difference between putting meat in a tiger cage? An ill-intentioned actor with grievances; a rich second generation who writes signs of evil spirits in the script may be behind this copy. After a short break, the second act began. In the second act, five people form a team, explore from the first floor to the second floor of the castle, figure out the rough topographical map and find some traces, almost even the plot is over. Before shooting, the director specifically said: "If something goes wrong, you can just call a timeout in the invisible headset, and the staff will come in and solve the next thing for you. But try not to shout, and try not to NG all at once. After that, don''t delay Ye Ge''s time." "As long as the director group in your headset does not stop, it means there is no problem. You can continue to perform." So everyone started to take their place again. "Crunch¡ª" After packing up the things, the heavy wooden door of the entire castle hall was slammed shut, and a cloud of dust was raised on the carpet. The Fatty Director was right on this point. After sealing the entire environment, the kind of horror and horror atmosphere suddenly emerged. The supporting actor who played the dead fat house even trembled. Accompanied by the sound of the beginning of the recording coming from the headset, the actor entered the scene for a second and turned around: "I think the brother''s suggestion was good. It''s getting dark now, let''s go around first." So everyone nodded, raised their flashlights, and walked into the depths of the castle. Only this time, Zong Jiu walked next to the second generation of the rich, and has been using his peripheral vision to closely observe the situation of the second generation of rich. This rich second-generation actor should be a more determined person. Although he also covets the beauty under the curse, his appearance is far less explicit than the fat house. Soon, it will be Zong Jiu''s second solo scene. When he walked to the bathroom, he paused, only then did he speak as written in the script. "Wait a minute, I''ll wash my hands." When he stepped into the castle just now, Zong Jiu felt that his chest was abnormally hot. When he went to the bathroom, he walked through the script, and on the other hand, he wanted to avoid everyone and see what he was like now. Soon, in the dirty mirror in the bathroom, Zong Jiu saw a strange pattern suddenly appeared on his collarbone. Chapter 216: Punish copy The light in the bathroom is very dim, the old-fashioned warm light, and the lighting effect is not so good. But under this light, it was barely able to see clearly. The pattern of this pattern is very strange. It''s not the kind of pattern with obvious traces or regular patterns. What you have to say is more like a quiet symbol. With breathing from deep to shallow, it is like life, which can make people feel at a glance. To be inexplicably dry/hot, enthusiastic. Zong Jiu: "..." What does it feel like, as a man, he understands too well. Haven''t eaten pork, is it possible that you haven''t seen a pig run? Combined with what the subsystem said before, he suddenly had a very bad guess. At this time, a warm reminder came from the subsystem [you guessed it] At this moment, Zong Jiu didn''t care about what set or not, so he kicked the bathroom compartment door and shut himself in. The camera in the bathroom is not installed in the cubicle. It happens that the single-player plot in the bathroom is relatively loose. In short, after Zong Jiu entered, the director group in the headset did not call a stop or a card, so it should be included in the scope of the plot that allows free play. Inside. After closing the door, Zong Jiu took out the lighter in his pocket and lifted the clothes on his chest. Immediately afterwards, he saw that under the extinguishing fire, a pattern exactly the same as that on the collarbone had grown on his chest where he felt a little uncomfortable. [If the curse is left unresolved, not only will you not be able to return to the thriller trainee dormitory, but there may also be additional negative effects, because this pattern is not frozen, but constantly spreading. It may spread to other places in the future, and it will only be more difficult to eradicate by then] "How to eradicate?" Zong Jiu asked bluntly. [Sabu Nicholas is in charge of reproduction and desire/hope. Since this mark is used by him for the prey, it must be stained with these two sides, right?] Zong Jiu: "..." It''s over, the worst premonition has come true! Men can''t give birth to children, so there is only one answer! Just as he was about to continue speaking, a noisy electric current suddenly came from the headset. "Attention, please pay attention to the actors. After 30 seconds, the slide will give a reminder. Please follow the instructions of the headset to prepare." The white-haired young man gave his hand on the door. This part is a solo part of his little supporting actor. It is roughly a trip to the bathroom, and then something abnormal happens while washing your hands. Generally speaking, it should only be regarded as a common supernatural preheating in horror movies, not something. High-energy plot. Originally, Zong Jiu planned to perform this section directly after he left the cubicle, but he did not expect the director to urge him so urgently that he even used the slide. As for why the adjustment was made...Zong Jiu remembered that when he was just talking about the drama outside, the pupils of the circle of people were filled with cursed black mist, and he couldn''t help but feel a little irritable. There are many people with bad intentions, and there are countless people peeking at him in the camera. The mark of Cthulhu not only evokes the desire/hope in people''s hearts, but even evokes the deepest evil side. When it comes to the evil side, another typical representative emerges unstoppably in his mind. "Crunchy--" In Zong Jiu''s meditation room, the empty bathroom suddenly heard a sound of creaking and rolling sliding rails. In order to match this atmosphere, the light bulbs in the bathroom flickered, creating an atmosphere of horror. The white-haired young man unscrewed the doorknob and strode out. The main mission is to live until the end of the filming. If he is here NG, the time of the mission is wasted. Even for this, he has to do his best to cooperate with the crew. There was no one outside. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows in cooperation, retracted his gaze, turned and walked to the sink again. The mirror hung in front of the sink is still dirty, and only the vague reflection of a person can be seen, and the light and shadow are dim. As written in the script, he lowered his head to wash his hands. Suddenly, a noisy electric current came from the invisible headset again. This time, the current sound has been continuous, buzzing, not like an abnormal signal, but like the sound of an old tape recorder being damaged. It was at this moment that Zong Jiu''s back straightened subconsciously. Yousen Leng''s breath approached along the back of his neck, and strands of hair swept down from the ceiling, causing the magician to subconsciously push his elbow back. He is clearly the only person in the mirror. But this unspeakable grievance, except for the evil spirits of the castle, does not do what he wants! In an instant, Zong Jiu''s chest and collarbone, which had only calmed down a little bit, began to heat up again. A rather dangerous omen, it is basically certain that he and the sub-system had the worst guess before. "what happened?!" Between the sparks and flints, the white-haired young man took a step back, showing a look of consternation. When it comes to acting, magicians know this well. Whether it''s a fool or a lie, it''s all first-class. In front of him, a crimson water spouted from the rust-covered faucet, and it dripped down the disrepaired wash basin to the outside, looking like a steady stream of scarlet blood pouring out. This is of course the previously prepared props. This is not important, what is important is that Zong Jiu stepped on his back severely when he retreated. It fell through. In an instant, the cold ghost aura disappeared without a trace. After hearing the sound coming from the bathroom, the actors guarding outside all ran in one by one. Fat House is the fastest runner among them, with concern on his face. As soon as he comes in, he asks flatteringly: "Are you okay?" Several other people looked back one after another. Only the first holding water in the faucet was bright red, and all the water at the back returned to normal. "It''s okay." Seeing that it was him, Zong Jiu waved his hand coldly, an arrogant look that didn''t want to talk to the poor ghost. Instead, he turned his head and explained: "I don''t know if it has been in disrepair for a long time. The water that just came out of this faucet turned out to be red." Red water coming out of the tap? When Yingdi Ye heard this, he squatted down quickly, took out a magnifying glass necessary for the detective from his pocket very grandiosely, dipped some water marks on the ground with his finger, and took it up and observed it carefully. Unexpectedly, the water marks on his fingers were colorless and transparent, without any abnormality. "How could it be, I clearly saw it was red." Zong Jiu frowned. "Perhaps it is rust." Yingdi Ye comforted the situation: "It is easy for a pipe that has no water to pass through all the year round." The castle has been abandoned for so many years, and the water pipes are still made of iron steel pipes, and the inside has long been rusted. When ferric iron melts in the water, it will appear red, and it will return to normal after being discharged for a while. This explanation is quite persuasive, well-founded, and convincing. After all, according to the development of the film, it is now the first weird event they encountered after entering the castle. According to the plot, several adventurers usually don''t take it to heart. Several people are following the script, reading the lines step by step. At this moment, the dim yellow light in the bathroom flickered twice and went out suddenly. In the darkness, the rich second generation took the lead with a "fuck" cry. "Why did the light go out?" This paragraph is not included in the script. He didn''t react until he was **** up. This was a direct play just now. To be more serious, it was going to be NG! The rich second generation immediately panicked, and subconsciously looked at Ye Yingdi who was standing beside him. The lights in the bathroom and corridor went out, leaving only the faint light of the flashlight, still emitting an unyielding light in the dark. In this darkness, the light of the flashlight seemed to dangle a hideous ghost on the wall. The rich second generation rubbed his eyes in disbelief, but watched Emperor Ye connect: "Could it be that the previous switch was not connected properly?" Ok? what happened? He then reacted with hindsight, and there was no sound from the director group calling for a stop in his headset. That means it is still in the play, what if this is the part that the crew deliberately did not inform the actors in order to create an atmosphere in advance? This time it was Fei Zhai who answered the conversation: "Impossible, I must have picked it up!" In the script, it is assumed that the fat house is dedicated to electricians. If this small switch can''t be repaired, then it''s an electrician. "Now that these are useless, let''s go downstairs and have a look." The detective''s assistant hurriedly came out to make a round and stopped the small-scale quarrel in the script. So as a last resort, everyone fumbled out of the bathroom and started to return the same way. The atmosphere along the way was quite silent. Without the light cover, the other male partners wanted to get closer to Zong Jiu in the dark. However, as they approached, Emperor Ye also took a step forward and stopped in front of him without a trace, as if he regarded the white-haired youth as his own. At almost the same time, Zong Jiu once again felt the abnormal cold breath from the approach of the other party. As a flash across his pupils, his chest began to burn again. The burning this time was fierce, and it seemed that it had begun to spread to the surroundings and below. "what''s happenin?" The detective turned around and asked with concern. In the dim light, the white-haired youth''s complexion glowed with abnormal flushes/redness. However, the magician still did not speak, but accelerated his pace. Zong Jiu found out. He can''t get too close to other people, or the curse will show signs of recovery. The young man raised his hand and pulled up his neckline without a trace. What''s even more frustrating is that Shabu Nicholas is not a serious evil god. If you had known that today, Zong Jiu might as well use the key to go back and have a fight with the devil. Besides, it was not the first time that he got on the bus and didn''t buy a ticket. He should have had experience a long time ago. That''s better than being thrown into this punished copy of the bird not **** now, and being helpless against the curse on his body, he has to shoot some passionate scenes. Now Zong Jiu only hopes that he can find a solution before the filming of the film is finished. The main system throws him here instead of directly obliterating him, so he should not be desperate. Several people have their own thoughts, and they are back to the original starting point. But this time, the situation before them changed suddenly. The fat boy was the first to lose his voice: "What''s the matter?" I saw that by the wall, on the old switch in front of them, the wires that had just been connected with difficulty seemed to be chopped off by something extremely sharp, and a huge **** palm was left behind the flip. Looking closer, the blood stains around the palm of the hand were still dripping down. At first glance, it was just not long after it was printed, and it was very fresh. Chapter 217: Punish copy There is no doubt that this scene is quite weird. Obviously, the director group vowed to say that there are no other unrelated people in this castle except for actors and props cameras, but this **** handprint was printed by a person at first sight. There is no other possibility. ¡®It¡¯s not that the director team hasn¡¯t notified me in advance, so I¡¯m planning to make an atmosphere surprise prop, right? ¡¯ The other three supporting actors thought of it in unison. In the darkness, everyone seemed silent to each other. Ye Yingdi, the biggest player, said nothing, still holding a magnifying glass in his hand, looking like he was entertaining the play in thought. Now it''s shooting time again, no one dares to ask the headset: "What is the situation of the director now, is he still shooting?" But the headset was very quiet, and after the weird sound of electricity just now, there was no more sound from the opposite director group. Not only is there no instructions, but also no next move. "This...what should I do now?" The Fei Zhai looked up tremblingly, helpless for a while. The dead fat house licking the dog is an electrician major, this is the setting in the script. Previously, the switchboard had been arranged by the props team. Fei Zhai only needed to connect two wires according to the script, and the power supply of the entire castle would be complete without any technical content. Now the wires under the switch are cut all right, and the incisions are neat and weird. Now they don''t have the black electrical insulating tape in their hands, and there is no possibility of reconnection. They can only watch the sparks from the center of the broken wires. Yingdi Ye pretended to leaned forward, dipped a little blood with a cotton swab, and leaned to the tip of his nose to lightly smell. His face changed, and there was no trace of acting at all: "It''s human blood!" This sentence is like a signal, a signal that the filming is not over yet. The other male partners were taken aback for a while, and they came up to pick up the show. According to the script, after they have explored the entire castle, there will be quarrels immediately, and then they will act in groups. Now that the plot is advanced, the rich second generation pretends to be unbelieving, and then smoothly connected: "Human blood? What are you kidding about!" Among the five, neither the detective nor the assistant believed in ghosts and gods. The vicious male partner is purely for fishing for a good man, and the licking dog fat house is the male **** who chases him. Only the rich second generation has experienced nightmares, and there are some clues in his heart, especially the rumors, the grass and the woods are all soldiers. In addition, he has always been the eldest and respected young master since he was a child. He has always shown others'' faces. How can he see people''s faces? So it became popular immediately, thinking that the detective was deliberately fooling people. "Tmd, this old castle has been abandoned for so long, and there are only five of us in total. Who else is there now in the middle of the night?" He pretended to be stern and sneered, and sneered again and again: "It''s you, I''ve never heard of the number one detective like you in the city. Wouldn''t you be some kind of liar, under the banner of a detective, deliberately guarding? Here, come here to cheat money?" The detective''s assistant instantly became popular, and he took a step forward: "Who do you think is a liar? Keep your mouth clean!" "It''s you guys, it''s boring." The rich second generation rolled his eyes and put his hands in his pockets, "Master doesn''t have time to play this kind of play house game with you." After saying this, he turned his head and glanced at Zong Jiu who was standing beside him without a trace. The black mist in his pupil became more and more obvious in the darkness, almost occupying the entire pupil. He was still very unwilling, even vaguely moved some crooked thoughts. If it weren''t for Ye Yingdi God to change the script, it would be him who was lingering in the bathroom. The vicious male partner played by Zong Jiu on the Ming Dynasty is a good friend of the rich second generation, and he has unpredictable hearts, of course, he has to take advantage of the trend to support a wave. Now that the male **** is standing in line, of course the dead fat house will follow, so the situation has become three people against two people. This is the direction of the original plot arrangement. However, Zong Jiu didn''t speak this time. Instead, he stood there, watching the back of the rich second generation alone with a flashlight going away into the darkness, he lowered his head calmly, and held the headset with his hand. "Hey, is the director team here? Stop shooting, there seems to be a malfunction here." When he asked, it can be said that he broke the tacit understanding of everyone before. The other two male partners looked over with shocked eyes, and when they really fell on the other''s face, the obsession in their eyes took up more than half of them, and it suddenly became a matter of course. Just as they thought, in the face of Zong Jiu''s sudden interruption of acting, Ye Yingdi didn''t say anything, but gave him a very indulgent look. The biggest boss didn''t say anything, so naturally the others wouldn''t say anything. However, Zong Jiu paused for a long time, and there was no sound from the other side of the headset. He understood, but he called out a few more times on his face: "Hello? Is the signal bad? Can you hear the director group?" There was silence behind the headset, and there was no answer. "What''s the matter, no sound?" Upon seeing this, the assistant and Feizhai also quickly began to contact. Not surprisingly, no one received a response. "It''s weird, let''s just go over and open the door." Fei Zhai made the first decision, walked to the door, and tried to push it out. He obviously used a lot of effort, but soon he was pushed back by the reaction force, and he stayed on the spot for a long time before he was shocked, "Fuck, what''s the matter, can''t push?" It''s really impossible to push. Zong Jiu also tried pretendingly, and found that the heavy door pattern didn''t move at all, let alone shifting its position, it was more like someone poured a layer of cement on the outside, and directly sealed it in place. "What the hell." The fat house slammed the door frantically, and the handles were red: "Can you hear me!" Of course, it is not allowed to bring mobile phones when shooting. Mobile phones are stored in the assistant''s place. You can only play during the intermission. Zong Jiu stood in place, far away from the others, looking at the appearance of the hall without a trace. Just when he was outside, he discovered that the appearance of this old castle was very cold and hard, and it did not look like it was used for comfortable living. The whole hall was dark, surrounded by walls, without any windows. Including the corridor they just walked through, and even the bathroom, there were only vents for ventilation. Many ancient castles in the Middle Ages were not primarily aesthetic, because wars between the lord and the lord often broke out, so almost all medieval castles were built on terrains or highlands that are easy to defend and difficult to attack, surrounded by mountains, and the inside is cold. And a spooky model. This is all out of strategic needs, but this old castle was built in modern times. It is logically impossible to match the strategic needs. Why did you choose this type of architectural style? Just as the assistant and Fat House kept tapping the door, trying to ask for help from the outside world, suddenly, a screaming shrieked across the silent darkness. This voice is quite familiar, and it belongs to the rich second generation who just left the team alone in compliance with the script! They glanced at each other, and Ye Yingdi nodded first, raising his flashlight towards the source of the sound. I don''t know if it was a psychological effect. After discovering that the door could not be opened, Fei Zhai felt that it was strange how he looked around. They were already out of play just now. It is reasonable to say that the director group who was standing in front of the camera didn''t know. Why didn''t they come in in time to ask if they found that they couldn''t open the door? This is really weird. However, the current situation is not something he dared to interrupt, so he had to follow along and take a step forward. "nobody?" Yingdi Ye first rushed to the side hall where the sound came from, and the flashlight circled around and found that the surrounding area was empty and there was nothing. "Brother Ye, you rest first, I''ll come." The assistant hurriedly raised his throat: "Zhou Lianwei, where are you, can you hear it?" Zhou Lianwei is the real name of the rich second generation. Since he has been out of play now, he can''t take care of that much. Just in this flashing god, the fat house suddenly jumped from the ground. "Painting! The eyes of that painting are moving!" He shivered with fright, and pointed to a painting on the wall of the side hall. Because of the age, not only the frame faded, but even the canvas inside was so dirty that the previous color could not be recognized. Only a graceful and noble lady could be seen. The face was the most vivid and lifelike, and the pupils were weird. Black and white. "Don''t scare yourself, it''s all out now, even if it is, it is probably a prop prepared by the director team." The assistant waved his hand carelessly, and continued to call the rich second generation''s name, "Zhou Lianwei? Zhou Lianwei!" There was still silence, and there was no answer in the darkness. Zong Jiu touched his hair and suddenly heard a strange noise from the ceiling. On a quiet night, the noise is no less than thunder. The light of the flashlight hits naturally, and in the next second, everyone was surprised to find that a headless corpse had been hung on the ceiling for unknown time! The corpse is quite fresh, and the head that disappeared out of thin air is in tatters and blood is still dripping, but looking at the style of the clothes, it is undoubtedly the rich second generation who left just now. "Ah ah ah ah ah--" The fat house was so scared that he sat down on the ground, shaking all over, "This, this, this... which scene is the prop?" His voice was erratic and weak. According to the original script, the rich second generation and the detective turned around and left after an argument. At this time, the vicious male partner played by Zong Jiu hurried to catch up, activated the tea language skills, softly spoken comforting, and gained a wave of goodwill. At the same time, the dead fat house followed and saw the male **** and the rich second generation you and me, and my heart was very angry, so he outrageously gave them a medicine. In the end, by mistake, the rich second generation and the vicious male partner were in the bathroom, but they were hanged on the ceiling by the evil spirits of the castle. In other words, no matter how much the drama is added in the middle, it is impossible to completely tamper with the plot to this degree. "Unexpectedly, the props on the set are becoming more and more realistic now, hahahaha." As he recoiled while talking to himself, suddenly, there was a loud noise in everyone''s ears. "Zerzzizi-" The assistant was overjoyed: "Hello? The director team? We have a problem here. Please send a staff member to help." However, what appeared in the headset was not the director group, or even the sound that humans could make. The new voice was cold, bitter, and it seemed to be grievous, extremely ugly. "From now on, all actors in the castle must be filmed according to the previous script." "Otherwise, the person in front of you will be your fate." The next act is the third act. Chapter 218: Punish copy After this voice appeared, almost all the actors froze in place. Especially the fat house, it seems to be scared to pee. He smiled reluctantly, and said: "This...hahaha, the director team, don''t you guys joking with us, we didn''t follow the script, now we are all out, what are you talking about? what?" Indeed, when I suddenly heard such words, they were making a horror movie again, and no one would really think about the supernatural. As he spoke, Feizhai seemed to see the eyes of the white-haired young man, his heart suddenly full of confidence. It turned out to be a step forward, walking directly to the headless corpse hanging from the ceiling, and reaching out to pull the trousers of the corpse hanging in the air. "Look, this prop is pretty realistic, and it almost scared me..." He twitched his trousers, turned his head and smiled at the white-haired young man asking for credit. However, in the next second, a dark thing suddenly rolled upstairs and crashed down, just on top of the fat mansion. "Fuck, what the hell?" Fei Zhai cursed, feeling that something hot was still falling on his face, and smoothly wiped it on his face. The next second, after he saw the color on his hand and the things rolling on the ground, he was frightened instantly. A slap of sticky blood, and Gu Lulu rolled onto the carpet, staring at his head. The head and eyes were pale, the expression on his face remained between consternation and fear, and a small part of the back was cut away by something unknown, revealing the white brain inside. There is no doubt that this head belongs to the rich second generation Zhou Lianwei. This time, even Ye Yingdi, who had always been standing beside him, stepped forward. He squatted on the ground, motioned to his assistant to pass him a long stick, and shook the head on the ground. After a while, the actor said solemnly: "This should be a real human head." "Zhou Lianwei is probably dead." How did Zong Jiu think that his expression looked very disgusting. However, if you think about it, the other person might be the identity of the biggest boss in this old castle. I think it is understandable. He has an unusually strange grievance, a very unusual person, and there are not many pupils spreading black mist until now. Of course, and most importantly, one of the two suspects died inexplicably and tragically, isn''t the one left behind is even more suspicious? Zong Jiu believed in his instincts, even if this Yingdi Ye hadn''t been caught by the ghost, that would definitely not be a good thing. But the next moment, he will not be in the mood to think about it. Because the marks on his chest and collarbone began to burn violently, Zong Jiu could clearly perceive that they were moving towards his back and abdomen/parts this time. The time for this curse to spread was faster than he imagined. "What, what?" This time, it was the assistant and the fat house who spoke in shock. The two of them have always been deceiving themselves, and even just now they were discussing whether to try to go to the second or third floor of the castle to find out if there are any windows, and then use bed sheets and other things to make simple ropes and get out from here. The sound that appeared in the headset just now was ignored by them. After all, if what is said in the headset is true, it means that the corpse in front of him indeed belongs to the rich second generation, not a prop. But now, some people have broken this self-deception. Ye Yingdi personally said, who would dare to refute? The faces of the two were extremely pale. Among them, the assistant suddenly screamed, "Wait, this old castle is actually said to have had a haunted incident before." indeed so. The crew of "Castle Fear Night" is not a wealthy crew. You can see from their script that it is difficult for this third-rate horror film to attract investment. But after Ye Yingdi brought the capital into the group, it was different. Originally, this script was adapted according to the legend of this ancient castle in the suburbs. At first, the shooting location was selected here. Later, after holding the golden thigh of the actor, the crew once wanted to move to a professional film shooting base to shoot. In the end, no one expected that Ye Yingdi''s team told the crew that it was to restore the story more, and that they still wanted to choose the original location for the shooting base, so they finally decided to shoot here. But here is the problem. This old castle has really been haunted before. There has never been an accurate conclusion about what unjust cases of unjust cases have occurred. There are all kinds of things, and they have been passed on for many years. There are different opinions, and there are countless versions. However, among so many rumors, one is very common. ¡ª¡ªThat is, there is an unknown evil spirit in this castle. In the early years, many spiritual lovers would come here for adventure photography. Later, I didn¡¯t know what was going on. Maybe they didn¡¯t capture any images here, or maybe it¡¯s because the moat forest was built over the years, and the place gradually It has become a small forest overgrown with weeds, and few people will come again. If it hadn''t been for this horror movie, I planned to use this strange story as a selling point, and I wouldn''t have come here to shoot. "What a haunted incident, let''s stop scaring ourselves." Feizhai shivered away from the corpse: "Maybe there is a perverted murderer hiding in this old castle." and many more! After uttering these words, he seemed to think that this speculation made sense, so he went on to say it. "Yes, this guess is possible. Some black fans really want you to die." To be honest, even guessing a perverted murderer is more comforting than the evil spirits of the castle. After all, chaos and chaos are not the same concept. At least people can see and touch, but ghosts can''t see or touch. The assistant hurriedly connected: "If there is a perverted murderer, why don''t we gather together first, look for the window and escape together?" That is, as soon as his voice fell, a terrifying sneer suddenly came from the earphone. "time up." "From now on, all actors who don''t perform interpretation according to the script, and say anything that has nothing to do with the script will be punished." In the panic and darkness, and the decorations aside were still headless corpses and broken heads, the sound in the headset was undoubtedly extremely terrifying. At least the timid fat house collapsed on the spot. He just lay on the ground and couldn¡¯t get up. He even knelt together with his legs together, crying bitterly: "Big brother, OK, I¡¯m a little actor. If you want money, I will give you anything. Can you let me go? ?" In the next second, what responded to him was a finger that landed suddenly. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh-" The fat house uttered a scream, and ignored the old dirt on the carpet. He was still rolling in pain. The spiteful voice continued to ring in the headset. "I said, if you don''t act according to the script and finish your next few scenes, only death will greet you." This time, no one would disbelieve the voice. After all, just now, when everyone was watching, the little finger of the fat house was cut off like this, without the slightest trace. "Now...hahahahaha, action." It was very dramatic, just as Director Li had pressed the clapperboard before, everything was pressed on the open button again. But this voice is simple. When the script has not been implemented as before, the subsequent plot development has become more and more unpredictable, and it can only be played on the spot. Ye Yingdi was the first to enter the state again. He turned his head and looked at the corpse in front of him with a serious look. "Unless there is a large tool or an extremely strong man, it is possible to cause the gap to be so flat." The assistant''s forehead was covered with fine sweat, and he was about to lose control of the expression on his face. After a long pause, he recovered and passed the tool bag in his hand. "Just now he obviously came here, and I saw the white-haired person following." The conditions given by Guiyin are very intriguing. It says that everyone must complete each scene that corresponds to them. Now the plot is like this, the important thing is how to continue. The fat house, who was curled up on the ground in pain, couldn''t care about his fingers. He got up quickly and said in a changed voice, "Yes, I saw it too." At this moment, Zong Jiu became the target of public criticism. All their spearheads of forging plots were directed at them. According to the development of this plot, if everyone agrees that after he catches up, Fei Zhai has reason to be jealous. Then, as written in the script, he will give Zong Nine medicine as a matter of course. However, to everyone''s surprise, the white-haired young man bowed his head directly, his tone of voice was hurried. "I did follow, but I don''t know much about his situation, because we separated for a while in the middle...Sorry, I feel a little uncomfortable, so I''m out of company first." After speaking, Zong Jiu didn''t look at the reaction of other people, and hurriedly left the side hall. Behind him, the fat house showed a panic expression of collapse. The next part of his script is to prescribe medicine, and the medicine must act on Zong Jiu''s body. Who knows what that voice would do to him if he didn''t succeed in the medicine. So he hurriedly made up a plot in place: "Wait for me, where are you uncomfortable, I have medicine on my body." Not only him, but the other two people also added a few words on the spot, following up with the person who disappeared in the corner in front. ...... It is rare for Zong Jiu to feel such a purely physical change. If it is pain, in fact, he has always been able to bear it. But if it''s such a situation of desire/fire/burn/body...I''m sorry, Zong Jiu really has almost never experienced it. He hurriedly walked into the bathroom, directly turned on the shower head, and chose cold water. The icy water poured down his head, bringing an insignificant coldness to the originally dry/hot place on his body. The white shirt stuck to my body, wet and uncomfortable. There is no doubt that this scene does not match the script. So Zong Jiu also clenched his physics holy sword in his hand, ready to give the evil spirits that might appear at any time. From a distance, across the bathroom door, he could still hear the voices of other people talking outside. According to the script, soon, the male protagonist played by Yingdi Ye will walk into the bathroom and stage a passionate scene with the vicious man. Now that he knew that Ye Ying emperor was mostly evil spirits, Zong Jiu became more and more confident. The Holy Sword of Physics can not only affect angels, but also the existence of supernatural beings, especially now that he is at the peak of his enhanced abilities, it is not impossible to fight evil spirits. Who is afraid of who? At this moment, there was a sound that was close at hand from outside the door. "Then I''ll go in and take a look, you can wait outside." coming. Zong Jiu clenched the holy sword in his hand, holding his breath, trying his best to concentrate and wait. However, in the next second, there was a blocked sound at the door. The actor standing outside the door frowned, a trace of scarlet crossed his pupils, and his fingers grew harder, leaving a scorched black fingerprint on the corner of the door. However, the door remained motionless. As for the reason why it doesn''t move... Behind the door, the shadow surging in the darkness instantly lifted from the ground, rushing up, and flowing to cover the entire back of the door, leaving no gaps. Even if the ghost outside removes this door panel, the shadow won''t let him step over the thunder pond. The white-haired young man standing under the cold water suddenly opened his eyes. Someone squeezed his shoulder and pressed him hard against the wall. A long, suffocating kiss. Chapter 219: Punish copy The bathroom is very dark. In the silence, the sound outside the door became more and more harsh. Hearing the words of Emperor Ye, although the other two people still had trepidation in their hearts, they thought that the other person would immediately follow the script and walked into the bathroom to stage a passionate scene with the white-haired youth. The expressions of the fat house and the assistants were momentary. Unnaturally twisted, deep jealousy appeared in the dark misty eyes. So when Ye Yingdi realized that he couldn''t open the door, both of them had smirking expressions on their faces. What no one knows is that today''s door is another scene. The light in the bathroom flashed twice and went out suddenly. As if this narrow world was invaded by the darkness of this old castle, it fell into a deep night and became lifeless. Zong Jiu squinted his eyes, his body tightened, holding the Holy Physics Sword in his hand, and carefully staring at the doorway. Without warning, in the next second, he was pressed against the wall, and his jaw was forced to be broken to one side and raised, and his cold lips suddenly pressed from the void. I don''t know when, in the phantom behind him, there is an extra person. This kiss was very aggressive, and even with inexplicable anger, it pried open the magician''s teeth forcefully and cruelly, looted the air in the latter''s lips and teeth, and punished him. Feeling this familiar cold touch, Zong Jiu was stunned for a moment, causing the Holy Sword of Physics in his hand to not be swung up in the first time. He lost the best opportunity to resist and could only be killed by others. The invisible lines of puppets intersect in the dark, firmly locking up all the retreats of the white-haired youth. After a long time, Zong Jiucai said hoarsely: "Are you angry?" I have to say that this discovery surprised the magician. Although the devil is usually elusive, most of them go crazy in a vague manner, and it is rare to express their true emotions so clearly. The last time he was so angry was when the little demon let go of Zong Jiu''s hand and fell into lava, and the big demon descended on the black mud and destroyed the S-level instance. So Zong Jiu felt very surprised. Not only was he surprised at this, he was even more surprised at why the devil would follow. Don''t say it, the old enemy is so diligent these days, even if you can''t kill the other party, you have to rush up to find it. The Super S Grade dungeon travels through the turbulence of space to watch the jokes, it''s fine, and the punishment copy is coming? I have to say, really dedicated. The man put his arms around the waist of the white-haired young man from behind, and his dark golden pupils were obscure where he could not see. He didn''t answer this question. Instead, his fingertips followed the young man''s slender neck/neck and landed on the strange and peculiarly beautiful pattern on the opponent''s collarbone. The unique friction/squeeze texture of the fabric rotates on the skin/skin, and slides down the open gap of the neckline to another pattern on the chest. The fingers are cold, and they don''t even take much force to touch. But just so, Zong Jiu still felt that something he had suppressed for a long time broke out at this moment. His face paler than ordinary people suddenly turned red with abnormal redness, and his long and narrow eyes lost consciousness for a moment, and he couldn''t even hold his center of gravity while standing, and he slumped to the demon behind him, and he could only use his arms. Only the hand holding him can barely fall down. Zong Jiu cursed in his heart. He dare to say that he has never been so embarrassed in his life, at least in this aspect, absolutely never. The silence did not last long. Soon, the previously inexplicable atmosphere suddenly dissipated and became ambiguous. The face of the black-haired demon reappeared with the usual careless smile, his fingertips crushed the invisible headset, and he whirled on the magician with malicious intent. He raised his hand lazily, and the light in the bathroom suddenly turned on. Through the dim vision, Zong Jiu saw himself on the glass reflection of the bathroom door. The young man was hugged by the person in the shadows behind him, his white hair clung to the side of his face randomly, his soaked white shirt was loose and slumped on his body, and the color inside was vaguely visible, his chest and mouth were not. He undulates normally and hurriedly, his face flushed beyond words. "Look, see, see." The devil spoke slowly, and his gaze slowly traversed every inch of the young man''s body on the reflection. The man gazed with satisfaction at the appearance of the delicacy in the reflection, like an experienced eater, and began to figure out where to start to better taste the delicacy. "This is what our famous magician looks like now." He obviously didn''t do anything, just the simplest gaze can make Zong Jiu''s thoughts fall into chaos even further, making people tickled with anger. Under the curse of Cthulhu, any small movement will cause a series of chain reactions. Zong Jiu didn''t need to lower his head, he knew that the retribution that he laughed at the devil''s estrus/love had reappeared on him. Inexplicably, he was a little irritable, and said in a cold voice, "Done?" "If it''s just to appreciate my embarrassment, then you can roll after watching it now." The devil stretched out his hand and said innocently: "My dear Lord Magician, how can you think that I came just to appreciate your embarrassment?" "On the contrary...I am really satisfied with the way you look now." In order to verify his statement, the devil held the person in his arms more tightly, so that the other person could feel his enthusiasm more, and his tone was joking. "I think on the night of the dance party, Mr. Magician easily set fire to people, but in the end left the poor demon lying on the cold ground, alas." He sighed: "It was really a long night, a lonely night." The man lowered his head and slowly pecked at the side of his neck, as cold as a reptile swimming by. The good smell of cold cedar wood envelops his senses, making it more sexual/interesting. "After making such a ruthless move, has the cold-sex Mr. Magician ever imagined his current situation?" "laugh." After hearing the devil say so much, Zong Jiu became more relaxed. He still maintained this lazy posture. Even if he knew that he was now at the end of the crossbow, Zong Jiu was still holding on, frantically provoking in front of his old enemy. The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows: "Done? Go away when you''re finished." With the evil taste of the devil, when I was rejected, I probably remembered it in my heart. Now that he is also too hard to speak, and he still has to deal with him here, isn''t it just to let him take the initiative? As the saying goes, it is usually the enemy who knows you best. But Zong Jiu just didn''t get on the set. All the **** men, can''t solve this kind of mess with the five-finger girl? Blame no.1, if he doesn''t come, Zong Jiu feels that he can survive the curse for a while. By the way, he came, and it didn''t matter if he came here, it didn''t matter if he added fuel to the fire, he forced a lot of nonsense. In this case, even if it is done, it will be based on what it needs. But want him to bow his head? joke. As Zong Jiu thought about it, he didn''t bother to care whether the devil would go or not. Anyway, he is now on the string and has to send it. If you have to say something like shame, do people with lack of emotion have it? After playing the Cthulhu in front of the Cthulhu, chanting that he is the king of the world, Hasta, the lord of the deep sky and the sea, nothing can defeat the magician! It''s the same even if you solve your needs/demands in front of your old enemies! So Zong Jiu repeated the same mistakes and firmly made a provocative move against his face again. The magician has never done this kind of thing, but now it is a special situation, and he feels unbelievably sensitive. Almost just after covering it, he involuntarily let out a contented sigh from his throat, scratching his helmet and abandoning his armor, and he was defeated. The white-haired young man in the reflection squinted his eyes comfortably. While repeating an action, he continued to add fuel to the fire: "If you see enough, get out. Do you like to help or not, the big deal is that I will find the ghost king outside to solve it. Anyway, it is written in the script. They are all grown-ups. , Take what you need, who cares..." In the next second, a breath of danger enveloped him from all directions. Zong Jiu was pinched by the back of his neck, and suddenly became a spirit, and the puppet silk firmly bound his hands into the shadow. The devil chose to directly block the provoking and chattering mouth. Neither of them noticed that kissing had become a matter of course to them unconsciously, as if the relationship between endless rivals was born to be like this. They still did not mention the ending of the Super S Grade dungeon very tacitly, whether it was the sudden appearance of the devil or the last glance of Zong Jiu''s eyes after thinking that he was bound to die. Just like Judgment Day. Some things are destined to change only subtly. Another cold hand replaced him. At that moment, Zong Jiu was trembling with the cold, and almost immediately lost his interest. However, he soon had no room for thinking about these messes. After changing Zong Jiu''s criticism of the inability of demon technology, the opponent now doesn''t know what evolutionary upgrade has been exchanged in the main system, and his hands are incredibly good. The cold as ice book controlled him unhurriedly, making him reach the top of the cloud and falling into the bottom of the valley. "Comfortable?" The black-haired demon chuckled harshly in his ears, as if mocking his imprisoned but still irresponsible provocation. "you......" A layer of cold-blooded physiological tears appeared in the pupils of the white-haired youth, misty, and the whole body convulsed abnormally, but sank deeper and deeper. The originally cold air also became dry/hot, and the young man gritted his teeth, unwilling to make any noise. Doing this kind of thing by yourself and doing it by others are two concepts. It was the first time, and it was in the case of a curse bonus. In almost a few minutes, Zong Jiu felt like he was being thrown high. The icy cold water sprinkled from the high ceiling of the bathroom. Because of disrepair, no one has used it for so many years. The water sprayed from the shaggy head was dripping drop by drop, and it didn''t even form a line. It stuck to the white gloves wet and shook twice, looking very pitiful. Uncontrollable laughter sounded from the man''s throat, and with the agitation of his chest, he tried his best to show his current joy. However, the devil could not laugh for long. The white-haired young man who seized the opportunity of the unwillingness to sneer again and again, taking advantage of the good opportunity of this enemy to relax his vigilance, he took the Holy Sword of Physics in his hand and pulled it back, which can be said to put on his pants and turn his face in disapproval. What happens when a prop that can fight angels with a full blow? Now the answer can be given right away, because the devil was drawn back into the shadow by the angry magician without any precautions. no.1 sturdily froze for a while, stood still, and laughed loudly after a while. The tip of his scarlet tongue was gently scratched on the warm liquid still contaminated with his gloves, and he squinted his eyes happily, looking in a good mood. The magician would never know how fragrant he smelled. ...... Zong Jiu walked out of the bathroom with a clear face. Like the devil, he is a very honest person in this regard. So let alone almost nothing happened, even if something happened, he couldn''t show such a gaping expression. ...In the final analysis, the main thing is that the self-esteem as a man has been hit. If it weren''t for the wrong timing, Zong Jiu even looked like turning his head and going back to come with the devil again to prove himself and restore his dignity. However, someone outside the corridor looked worse than him. For example, being kept outside the door, he could not spy on the slightest Ye Ying emperor inside. Chapter 220: Punish copy Yingdi Ye stood in place, and the yin-bird''s gaze swept over the young man''s red eyes and squishy lips. The white shirt on the latter was drenched and hung loosely on him. The first two buttons were unbuttoned by the devil, revealing a large piece of pale skin behind him. Deep down he could see the mysterious and unpredictable ends of the pattern. Anyone who has experienced the wind and moon field for a long time can easily see that something unusual must have happened in that dark bathroom just now. I am afraid that not long ago, the white-haired young man was hurt/loved by others. Not to mention that there was a sigh in the invisible earphone that came together, suppressed to the depth of the throat, and was suddenly crushed, completely losing any voice on the other side. "What did you just do in there?" Jealousy and anger swept through his sanity, and the possession of what he believed to be tainted made Yingdi Ye''s voice suddenly sharp, infinitely close to the spiteful and cold ghost sound in the headset. But it was only a moment. After a while, he immediately realized his gaffe and regained his former elegant voice, but his expression remained gloomy. However, Zong Jiu, who was in a bad mood, sneered: "What is your business?" After experiencing it once, he now feels that his previously dry and hot body has calmed down a lot. But it is not enough. The pattern on the collarbone and chest is still slowly spreading, Zong Jiu can clearly perceive this. "Sub-system, will my curse be eradicated?" Since leaving the Super S Grade dungeon, the sub-system that has lost the status of the host has become extremely silent. Unless Zong Jiu calls it in his heart, most of the time it pretends to be a deadly virtue with the main system. ¡¾No. But the effect is indeed diminished] Sure enough, his curse was still not eradicated. The white-haired young man stood there and rubbed his messy hair a little irritably. After being grasped and released by the demon just now, he could also clearly feel the burning-like lines on his body gradually dimming. ...This also confirmed his previous guess with the subsystem. Shabu Nicholas, desire/hope and reproduction must be one of them, right? As soon as he said this, the other two male partners looked at him with shocked eyes. It''s not just that the white-haired young man dared to directly choke the movie emperor, but more importantly, neither he nor Ye Yingdi left the plot! It was the assistant who raised the question this time. He looked at them in surprise: "Could it be that the evil spirits in this old castle are fake..." In the next second, the assistant received the same treatment as the fat house. His little finger was suddenly cut off and fell to the ground, blood gushing out. The assistant knelt to the ground with pain and let out a painful cry like a pig. No, it hasn''t been out of the control of the evil spirits of the castle! This time, the cold voice did not sound from the headset, but directly appeared in the castle, echoing on the mottled and peeling wall. "Plot changes that cannot be advanced due to force majeure are allowed." "But, no next time." In the conversation between the two people just now, because Ye Yingdi could not enter the bathroom due to some unknown reason, the original script was changed again, just like the former rich second generation left but died tragically for unknown reasons. It turned out that in the eyes of Li Gui, this is the scope of a reasonable change of the plot. Of course, no one dares to take the risk to try to change the plot, because if the plot fails to go on, it is very likely that it will not be the approval of the ghost, but the disaster! "Go on, Act 4 and Act 5, don''t stop." Li Gui''s voice became colder and colder, and there was a deep resentment in it, like a bag of cold water, which made people excited and continued to drag them into the abyss of fear. At the fourth act, the assistant''s body suddenly began to tremble violently. Because in the fourth act, the biggest highlight is his death. After a quarrel between the two parties, the fat house drugged, and the male lead and the male partner were passionate about the bathroom, the assistant found that his things had fallen in the previous wing, so he could only hurriedly fall behind and go back to get it. Unexpectedly, it was this time leaving the team that caused his death. The description in the script is quite miserable. It is said that when he was discovered, his body was covered with corpse spots, his limbs were hypertrophy, and his appearance was astonishingly giant, and he even had green hairs. Originally making a movie, the script was back to the script, and it was impossible to get together. But now the script becomes a reality. Zhou Lianwei, who played the second generation of the rich, is dead. Does this mean that if he follows the next plot, he will also... The more the assistant thought about it, the more frightened, an unabashed look of horror appeared on his face, and his legs began to fight unstoppably. His gaze wandered around, which was a subconscious reaction of people trying to find the rope in extreme panic. Suddenly, when he fell on the white-haired young man standing aside, the assistant''s eyes stopped. Because of the angle, he just saw the strange interlaced pattern on the opponent''s collarbone at a glance. In an instant, everything seemed to be far away from him. The only thing left in the assistant¡¯s sight is that weird and extremely strange, which seems to be able to dig out the deepest desire/thought lines in the human heart. With his breathing, his eyes are bloodshot, as if he has been caught in an evil spirit, and his mouth emits monotonous and repetitive ignorance. Name babbling. He made a decision he didn''t even dare to think about. The assistant suddenly rushed forward, twisted his hands like a broken bone, and viciously threw the unsuspecting fat house standing aside to the ground. "Are you crazy? What are you doing!" Originally, Fei Zhai watched the assistant''s fingers fall off with bliss, and he was about to die. He changed the plot once, and after Fu Er died on his behalf, Fat House was quite relieved. Unexpectedly, the latter would pounce on him like a crazy dog, digging and digging his fingers on his clothes, the force added by his fingertips was so strong that he would directly leave scarlet blood marks on his body, and there were even nails on the spot. Fracture, the pain was so painful that the fat house screamed. "Hee hee hee hee, I found it." The assistant giggled, his head tilted to his shoulders like a broken machine. From the beginning to the end, his eyes kept staring at the white-haired young man standing there, and the black mist in his pupils spread to the surroundings, too deep to reveal the slightest light. In his hand, a small bottle was crushed on the spot by him, and the glass piece plunged deeply into the flesh and blood, dripping with blood. However, he didn''t notice this at all, and even lowered his head, trying to pick up the pieces of broken glass with his teeth and swallow them, crawling with his hands and feet to the place where the white-haired youth was standing. Zong Jiu''s heart made a big alarm bell, backing two steps, but suddenly he was grabbed by Ye Yingdi, who had been guarding him a long time ago. This 100% ghostly upper body actor looked fiercely: "I was asking you, what did you do in there just now?" The answer to him was the physics holy sword that the white-haired young man smashed down. Under the supernatural power of killing, even the spirit body received the shock, Li Gui couldn''t help letting go. So Zong Jiu ran towards the other end of the castle corridor without stopping. Assistant This is a character who wants to forcefully occupy the fat house and change the plot. In this way, it would be the scapegoat fat house who was not performed according to the script, and not him. But the problem is that the bottle in Fei Zhai''s hand was what the props team had previously prepared for him, and used it to dispense medicine for the male lead and the vicious male. Although Zong Jiu looked like he was bothered by other people''s distracting sight, in fact, his vigilance had not been let go. Cthulhu''s curse is like a plague, and it can easily provoke the darkest part of people''s hearts. So when he heard the assistant of the actor tell the props team to replace the empty bottles with real medicine, the director team and even everyone didn¡¯t think there was anything wrong with it, and even kept claiming that it would better let the new actors into the play. They are ready to fight back. In the darkness, the sound of running footsteps echoed in the corridor. After being blocked by the soft and heavy carpet, the dust left alone was raised high and scattered in the air. For no reason, Zong Jiu was a little bored. He likes excitement and challenge, but this punishment dungeon, whether it is a hint behind the main mission or something else, clearly shows that the main system is giving him a chance, giving him a chance to solve the curse on himself. On the contrary, he would rather the ghost of the punishment dungeon have murderous intent on him, and he is reluctant to play such a game with no sense of expectation. All solutions point to the last ending. If no.1 did not come, it would be the npc with this copy, and the intention would have been obvious enough. Furthermore, this curse is obviously not something that can be easily lifted, if you have to do something like that... At least you have to choose a better bed. Companion. The previous provocation was provocation, but he really wanted him to do this with the boss of this dungeon, Li Guiying, and that Zong Jiu hadn''t come to the point where he had a relationship with ghosts. After thinking about it, no.1 turned out to be the only optimal solution that can be selected. Zong Jiu: "..." What''s the matter of being a little upset inexplicably? I don''t know when, he has already ran a long distance. I don¡¯t know if it¡¯s a curse or I just delayed taking the colorless and odorless medicine. The body heat gradually rose, and the wet clothes stuck to the body. It was very uncomfortable. The neckline gradually slipped to the shoulders, revealing a little dark color behind the back, but the end came back again. Menacing gorgeous tattoos. "Oh, does Mr. Magic miss me?" A joke and familiar voice sounded in the shadows. Cold hands wrapped around his neck intimately, and put a black suit jacket on the white-haired young man. The ancient Egyptian cross amulet chain hanging down on his chest, clanking and hanging on his chest. The devil''s clothes were the same as his people, stained with cold temperature, not as if they had just been taken off from the body, but as if they had just been taken off from a clothes rack. Zong Jiu turned his head, he didn''t know when, he had already ran from the second floor to the third floor. In other words, the shadow replaced the entire space, making him stand at the corner of the second-floor corridor for one second and run downstairs, and then came to the third floor in the next second. On the third floor of the castle, facing the middle of the corridor, there is a small window cut into the wall. The cold moonlight outside spilled in from the window, coating the youth''s profile with a veil. The black-haired man leaned against the wall, grabbed the hand of the white-haired young man, and pulled the person in front of him. Zong Jiu''s gaze shifted lightly: "So fast? Are you finished?" He was still worried about what had happened just now, and he was also willing to ridicule No.1. Hey, it seems that there is no solution. The devil raised his eyebrows and bullied himself up, "Isn''t this waiting for your Excellency the Magician to help me with my courtesy?" Chapter 221: Punish copy The night outside the window was full. It was late at night, and the strange thing was that there was a huge forest outside. Not only was there no lighting setting around, but the sound of the director group guarding the shooting process in the castle in front of the camera, and there was not even the slightest call of birds and insects in the forest. , On the contrary, the silence is incredible. A little farther away, you can hear curses coming from below from the gap in the middle of the stairs. In the meantime, it was mixed with the screams of the fat house, the assistant''s mechanical and weird chuckles, and the heavy objects suddenly fell to the ground, the glass suddenly shattered, and the blast of cold wind passed through the corridor, like a ghost roar. The white-haired young man''s wrist was held tightly by the man. The hand with the characteristic roughness of the fabric slowly rubbed the bulge of the joint of his wrist, and the other hand squeezed into the gap between the latter''s fingers, and clasped his ten fingers from behind. The puppet silk complied with the master''s wishes and firmly sealed the way for people to escape. "I''m not waiting for the Lord Magician to help me with courtesy." The man prolonged the ending, grasping the hand of the white-haired young man, letting him know his current soaring enthusiasm for a moment without a beak. The magician''s hands are undoubtedly beautiful to the utmost. They are distinct and slender. They are full of visual contrast when they are placed on black suits and pants, making them look like a piece of fine white jade. More and more excited, visible to the naked eye. While in the Las Vegas casino, others are looking down at their chips. The devil crossed his hands, crossed the remote gaming table, and fell on the magician who was holding a cigarette and vomiting, trying to disguise himself, but secretly changing cards and making small moves. The original no.1 can easily see this, and has a murderous intent on this magician who has badly done his good deeds over and over again. But why didn''t he speak out to expose it? Maybe it was because that scene was so beautiful, or maybe he felt that after the thriller trainee competition was held, it was not as interesting as he thought. All in all, in the following time, the demon discovered that no one could be more interesting than him. The human malice in the world can bring very little freshness. There is only one person, and the devil will never guess what surprises he will bring to him next. I don''t know when it has deteriorated, and the lingering killing intent has turned into a deep desire/hope. Even the iron law of "one must die" at the end of the two has turned a corner, leading to an unknown place. Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows and sneered: "You rushed to get in there. I could solve it by myself. Why is it necessary to have a courteous relationship with you?" When in the bathroom, the devil is purely a disservice. Zong Jiu now accepts his fate to lift the curse, but anyway, even if he does with the devil, he will never be able to follow Fang''s wishes and be the first to subdue the curse. The familiar heat rushed up again along the cold fingertips of the other party. This anxious and scorching rising feeling spread to the face, as if two people can exchange heat when they breathe while facing each other. At this moment, the devil suddenly spoke with a cold expression. "Disgusting resentment." The dark golden pupils stared at him deeply, obscure and sharp inside, and only a little bit left him to pieces. The man''s voice is neither cold nor cold, and he can''t distinguish his anger: "He touched you here?" Zong Jiu folded his arms, "What does it matter to you?" He drew his hand back and massaged the area where he was hurt just now. The magician''s hands have always been very precious, especially Zong Jiu had experienced the pain of crippling his hands before passing through the book, and how he couldn''t help them. Naturally, he cherished the lost hands more and more. However, just as he lowered his head, someone suddenly pinched his jaw and forced him to look up. Cold lips/tongue invasion. Where no one can see, shadows pierced from the darkness, crushing the evil spirits wandering in the castle. Inexplicable anger. Zong Jiu thought. While he was forced to endure this predatory kiss, he was displeased by this headless act. Devil''s heart, needle on the bottom of the sea. What I have to say is that the other party''s repeated teases also made him angry. So Zong Jiu bit back fiercely. A long-lost, **** kiss. The smell of rust spread in the mouths of the two people, spreading, and flooding the senses. Unless the magician is too lazy to care about him, or the devil deliberately teases. Otherwise, in normal circumstances, their kissing is like a battle filled with smoke. No one dared to step back, as if this was a kind of conceding. What''s more, in most cases, the kiss of the devil is crazy, irrational and unreasonable, like darkness engulfing the moonlight and sinking into the abyss, and the light should be dyed with a deep color. From a man''s point of view, he can easily see the strange intertwined patterns under the other''s open neckline, and even the boundless spring/light in the depths. There is no doubt that this pattern is more than just an ornamental effect. As the embodiment of evil thoughts, no.1 clearly understands that this pattern is the manifestation of the curse of Shabu Nicholas, which can affect the minds of intelligent creatures. According to the ten-sided dice rule, when seeing this pattern, the host will remind the trainees that they need to pass a sanity check. If they fail the sanity check, they will fall into a state of being charmed, which is equivalent to a charm switch that is always on. Moreover, its power is closely related to the charm value of the cursed person''s appearance. Unfortunately, Zong Jiu''s two values ??are not bad. Because of this intense kiss, the suit jacket that was just draped by the demon on the magician''s shoulders fell to the ground along gravity, and no one reached out to catch it. The devil looked at this scene condescendingly against the light. The young man''s white hair is messy, his posture is lazy, and his eyes become dim and absent because of the turbulent emotions/intentions. He didn''t notice that because he was pressed against the wall, he involuntarily put one hand on the shoulder of the devil, and because of the man''s hug, his toes rose slightly, and he had to shift most of his center of gravity. It''s like some kind of invitation that doesn''t need to be announced. The magician raised his eyes lazily, and his other free hand pulled open his neckline. With great strength, coupled with the top-level strengthening of his wrists, he pulled off the soaked white shirt from his body with a single pull. Only a little was left hanging on his waist, revealing the mysterious behind, plated by moonlight. A layer of pale skin with silver gray. "Hey." The youth''s voice was incredibly hoarse. He bent his leg, pressed it against the opponent, kicked it up with his knee, and ignited provocatively. "Well, do you want to do it or not." Dismissed just now, this is the invitation. The devil smiled but didn''t smile, and responded to him with a kiss full of eroticism. "Don''t worry, take your time." The puppet thread shredded the leather gloves that the man had dropped, turned into rags and fell on the carpet. If there are no hideous scars on the hands behind them, they are actually not much uglier than the hands of the magician. There is no doubt that scars are more irritating than flat hands. Just a simple touch can ignite a prairie fire. This is not more than the feeling of gloves in the bathroom just now, on the contrary, it is more than ten million times. Zong Jiu clenched his teeth, his eyes flushed. This time he must clean up his previous grievances and shame him! ! ! "So anxious to give me a hug? Mr. Magic is really enthusiastic." The man chuckled in his ears, his hand movement did not stop, he lowered his eyes and satisfactorily admired the scene of the young man fighting against him, but he aggravated the force of his fingers badly. The white-haired youth clung one hand to the man''s neck and was forced to show himself. The end of his eyes was incredibly red under the pressure of his fingertips, his pupils were out of focus, his throat and knots rolled, his chest/heart undulated violently, and his breathing was fast. . Puppet Silk and Shadow are the devil''s most loyal subjects, one of them helps to lift, the other helps to fix. The devil exclaimed happily in his heart, his pupils getting darker. His little magician would never know how beautiful he is now. Whether it is to prove yourself, close your eyes in vain, and the silver-white eyelashes swept a shadow of crow feathers in the moonlight, or the appearance of the ultimate reclusiveness/bearance, unwilling to bow your head and give up. They all seem to be branded and placed on the altar, waiting for the perfect sacrifice for the demon to pick/pick. The pattern bloomed on the young man''s back, and scarlet roses bloomed in the thorny field. He raised his head, like a dying swan, finally unable to control it, his calf as tight as Naxos bending over to see his reflection on the water. After a violent tremor, he collapsed suddenly and his body was incredibly soft. This time, the devil did not give him a chance to adapt. The cold puppet silk firmly fixed the person in the air, and he slowly placed his knives and forks with his eyes full of playfulness, ready to taste his long-awaited feast of delicacies. Strange possessiveness is at work. When the other party said faintly, "What''s your business?", the devil''s anger suddenly rose from his chest, clamoring to shred people''s senses, piercing/piercing him fiercely, and tearing the indifferent mask on the surface of the magician. The devil had never experienced such a novel emotion. Golden treasures, novelties, status and status. The pursuit of the world and the vulgar mortal is not worth mentioning to him, even worse than the **** on the roadside, and even a look is owed. But now, his emotions are controlled by another person. That person can easily provoke his anger, influence his sanity, and make him lose his careless attitude towards everything. Cynical, watchers who watched the world''s struggles and muds were dragged into the world, and no longer overpowered beings. The magician now feels that the devil¡¯s anger is inexplicable, but in that Super S Grade instance, when he saw the white-haired youth being dragged into the air by the evil god, scarlet blood dripped down the white hair, tired and closed his eyes. It''s the man''s real monstrous anger. Should have killed him. Should have killed him long ago. How can the devil allow himself to lose. He was destined to die only in his own hands, in his own bed, in the cruel top of the devil. Is the deadly bullet/bullet coming out of the muzzle or a bright, thorny rose? A birdcage can hold a canary, but it can never hold a free falcon. Everyone in the world is like a puzzle, countless people can see the answer at a glance, and it''s so boring. The magician is destined to make the devil never find a solution. So he allowed, he indulged. He was defeated. Chapter 222: Punish copy The night is still quiet. I don''t know when, the sounds coming from the bottom of the stairs were all silent, and even the strong wind that had passed through the windows at both ends stopped. The huge old castle was incredibly quiet and lifeless. Those shadows were surging, gradually cruising from the wall, pulling into a surging curtain, sealing the entire third-floor staircase. If someone looks out the window at this time, they will find-- Not only the inside of the castle, but the entire sky is raining black. But they avoided the moon very tacitly, leaving a touch of afterglow on the earth. This copy of punishment is collapsing. Whose possessiveness is at work, does not allow anyone who dares to covet his possessions to continue to survive in this world. Just like old enemies and lovers, after crossing that line, there will always be only boundaries blurred. The old enemy is the old enemy who belongs only to the devil, and the lover is the lover who belongs only to the devil. What is the difference between fighting under the bed and fighting in the bed? The shadow cuts into the narrow space, and the long hair flowing down is grasped by the man with one hand, passing through the criss-crossing scars of the fingers, sliding down the back of the hand, the tail end swinging in the cold air, and silvery white silver Glory into one. In order to restore that point of self-esteem as a man, Zong Jiu bitterly restrained for a long time, only through the constantly shaking eyelashes to see his futile efforts. It is a pity that the more restrained he is, the more energetic the devil becomes. The battlefield seems to have shifted from other places to this square inch, and the tug of war begins again. The young man tensed his body, raised his head, his slender neck trembled in vain, like a dying swan, and his pale pink pupils were lost and lost. After recovering from that short and long time, Zong Jiu found out that he was leaning weakly against the devil''s chest in a clumsy/soft clinging posture, with his long hair hanging down, and being carelessly gathered by the latter. Point to play. The instigator was looking at him with a smile, and repeated the question that hadn''t been answered in the bathroom not long ago. "Are you comfortable, my little magician?" As he asked, he clasped his fingers with the young man''s hand from behind, seemingly inadvertently grasping the magician''s hand, and caged the moonlight projected in from a distance. Watching the fingertips quivering pitifully twice, laughing a few times from the chest, bending the knuckles, and placing the magician''s warm fingers on his lips, just like tasting yourself before taking it apart. The cake was licked carefully and cleanly. In the end, the man kissed his fingertips and said jokingly: "Baby, your taste is so sweet." Zong Jiu: "..." by. Lost. He finally understood why so many people were addicted to it. The magician, who has always been honest with desires and hopes, has to admit that he is really comfortable, and he is so comfortable that it is difficult for him to hold on to himself. What was unwilling to do was that the demon who had been provoked by him and refused to say "Your skills are too bad" didn''t know where to learn a skill, so he easily let him throw away his armor and surrender. Unhappy, quite unhappy. Out of the unwillingness of "never bow your head in front of your old enemy", Zong Jiu ignored the puppet thread that was wrapped around his waist and decisively put on a look like no big deal, just like a pet. The arrogant and unfamiliar cat waved his paw and made mockery. "Compared to your poor technique, that''s it." The man looked at him with a faint smile, and suddenly attacked, "Oh?" "hiss--" The sudden stimulus shocked the white-haired young man, who subconsciously wanted to struggle to escape from the extremely cold finger. But he couldn''t do it. The shadow and the puppet line together sealed his retreat. Even before Zong Jiu himself hadn¡¯t noticed it, those puppet silks with a material similar to steel wire had firmly entangled his feet/ankles, making him forced to stand on tiptoe, and he could only rely on the other party¡¯s center of gravity. A posture that is better to be explored when being held up. Just like a large doll dedicated to the devil, play around at will. Although Zong Jiu knew that the other party''s body temperature was very cold. But he never thought that it was just a finger that could be cold like this. This **** hand is no different from Bingtuo, Zong Jiu can''t imagine what kind of torture will be ushered in after this long tug-of-war. The devil is not a kind of gentle and considerate lover at all. It has been a great kindness to be able to let go of the magician for so long before. Now, under the provocation of Zong Jiu one after another, those dark golden pupils narrowed dangerously and decided to solve the problem from the source. problem. Since the words are so unpleasant, let him be speechless. The darkness began his expansion and occupation, and the moonlight came over the window one after another, and the interval was faster than the storm. It was ruthless and unreasonable. Due to the side effects of the curse and the moonlight just once, the white-haired magician''s body is now so soft that he can''t lift it up with any strength. He can only hook the man''s neck with one hand, close his eyes and grit his teeth. The cold hands seemed to be contaminated with the frighteningly high temperature of the young man, messing up people''s sanity. The black-haired demon looked at him condescendingly, perhaps because of some deeper meaning, perhaps it was exclamation, perhaps it was love and affection. The man suddenly leaned over without a sound, pinched the magician''s chin, and gave the other party a wet kiss that was completely different from his nature. It was extremely tangled and soft. What''s completely different from his rare gentle movements is the strength of Ruo Jue to the extreme, as if to nail the opponent''s life into his arms. "Uh..." The light pink pupils shrank suddenly for a moment. Most of it is bleeding, and the pain makes people frown. In contrast, the temperature that is hard to be tolerated by ordinary people has been neglected a lot. Zong Jiu couldn''t help it anymore, taking back some sage from the previous chaos, and kicking the devil with his kick: "You fucking..." He just wanted to scold him, give me the fuck, but in the next second, he was interrupted by the action before he could say it. The sky and the earth were full of dark clouds and screaming rain, thunder was rolling with the waves, the storm set off a huge wave, and the next moment it would engulf him. The current came with the force of destruction, photographed the sailing traveler from the deck of the ship, dragged his slender and pale ankles and wrists, and dragged him into the bottomless sea abruptly. The sea is full of ice, cold, and bottomless. The man didn''t mean to ask him for advice at all, his dark golden eyes were deep. He doesn¡¯t know the slightest importance, like a cruel tyrant, while planning how to attack the city, he is also quite skillful and tactical. He is not rushed, and can make people wander at the door of the peak, unable to climb up, and fall. Coming down, it was very tortured. But the senses are still accumulating, gradually progressing. Zong Jiu became a lonely floating boat, sailing hard in the storm full of lightning and thunder, like a blind person crashing everywhere. He couldn''t find his proper way out. It was extremely uncomfortable. . "Mr. Magician''s voice is so good, it''s a pity not to call it out." The devil sighed, and while his fingertips grind fiercely at the end of his eyes, he brought the magician''s absent-minded eyes into the bottom of his eyes, smiling cheerfully, "Don''t you think?" The cold sea water was infected by another person¡¯s body temperature, scorching/hot, like a pot of boiling water, engulfing the magician¡¯s sanity, sinking, sinking, sinking, and finally sinking into a swirling vortex, sinking into a deeper seabed, It drowned his nose and mouth, leaving only a straight line left in his mind and no time to think more. Zong Jiu was speechless, and as soon as he opened his mouth, intermittent voices leaked from his throat uncontrollably. He suddenly noticed the devil''s tricks, suddenly shut up, and squeezed a word out of his teeth viciously, "...Fuck." The man smiled indifferently and pried open the lips of the white-haired young man, swallowing all the sobs and sobs he had never confided. He didn''t care about the struggle at all. On the contrary, he held the opponent''s wrist in high spirits and kissed the magician''s. At the fingertips, the next round of plunder began. Moonlight and darkness intertwined. The darkness penetrated into the silvery moonlight and began to entangle. There is no doubt that Moonlight has always been proud and cold. However, under the circumstance of being cursed and dominated by heat, she can''t shrink from her breath and can only be catered to by darkness and shadows, and finally indulged in this strange shock and senses. , Fall into the embrace of eternal darkness. The devil''s laughter was lower than before, hoarse, with a long tail deliberately, constantly teasing in his ears. After a while, I called him affectionately the little magician, and after a while I called baby again. After a while teasingly, he asked him to move closer and higher, and when the puppet thread was wrapped around the magician, he said in surprise, "Look, my little magician is really enthusiastic, and the water is flowing all over his body." Zong Jiu, who had just recovered somewhat, was so annoyed that he kicked him with his knee, wishing to bite a piece of meat from the devil. It''s a pity that this little strength is really insignificant to the devil. He even stopped, letting the opponent go forward and follow this trend, and then rushed like he was about to swallow, catching the uncontrollable voice in the opponent''s throat. Satisfyingly like a beast of contentment. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. The devil squinted his eyes and was extremely happy. If it were in peacetime, his magician would not be so obedient. At least it will not be like this, the long eyelashes are stained with joy/pleasure physiological tears, they look fragile and beautiful, and people can''t help being bullied, a little too much, a little too much. Because of the excessive movement, the clothes hung before became rags piled on the ground, and accompanied the demon''s black suit jacket. Zong Jiu seized the gap, and finally returned his thoughts. As soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that the other party was well-dressed, wearing a white shirt and dark gray suit and vest, as if he could rush to a dance in the next second. On the other hand, it''s a world of difference, and it''s so irritating. So Zong Jiu grabbed the crimson tie relentlessly and pulled the other person towards him. Like revenge, he staggered in the next second, and was trembling at the sudden acceleration. He couldn''t stand still, even his feet and toes curled up with difficulty, and a lovely pink color appeared. The magician cursed in his heart and greeted the eighteenth generation of the devil family''s ancestors, and his fingers ruthlessly left deep blood marks on the opponent''s back. This level of pain can only be regarded as an excitement for the devil, but for him, blood and pain can help his desire/hope even more. The man became more and more excited in the intermittent curses of the gray-haired youth, as if he was about to smash his life, endlessly. Behind them, endless thick black rain fell from the sky. The rivers, forests, and even the periphery of the old castle are all covered with an unknown and terrifying shadow, like a bucket of asphalt from the sky, covering up the light. It was a scene of collapse and collapse, but no one noticed it. The moonlight sank into the darkness, making him unable to escape. Chapter 223: Dormitory for trainees There is not much suspense in the rating of trainees this time. A Super S Grade Dungeon Orphanage, no matter how many people there were when they entered, there were only a dozen or so left when they came out, almost able to determine the number of people who made their debut from the thriller trainee competition in the end. The spectacular scene of tens of thousands of people bustling at the beginning of the game is no longer visible, and there are only three people standing on the C-level steps, which is so depressed that people feel sad. Many trainees who came back were still immersed in the extreme horror environment just now, and sat there for a while, only then wept bitterly and knelt down to kiss the heavy carpet in the studio hall, crying with joy for their smooth survival. Looking at the barrage, everyone is even more worried about the empty throne on the heights. [Ah...It seems that the magician is really gone] [Yes, there is no need for the kind of fluke, they have already begun to score] [Seriously, I really didn''t expect this result. Obviously the magician is so strong, not to mention the recognized strongest newcomer, it is still the existence of the adult''s optimistic... [He brought so many miracles to us at the beginning, why can''t he bring miracles like this this time 55555] Whether on or off the court, the atmosphere is particularly sluggish. Soon, the rating began. After the re-rating, several B-level trainees fell to C-level, and one C-level went up instead, as if it had been confirmed a long time ago. The last C-level trainee that was eliminated was a coincidence, and it happened to be ten. Three. As a result, the C-level trainees present did not even have a chance to take a breather, so they were thrown into the punishment dungeon by the main system again. For these C-level trainees who enter the punishment dungeon, they need to go through a complete dungeon to decide life and death. However, for the trainees with different time flow in the studio, five minutes later, they will be able to witness who is alive and returning from the punishment dungeon. Soon, the results came out. No one came out of the punishment copy alive. Now there are only ninety-nine people standing in the hall. [Congratulations, the ninety-nine survivors at the end of the horror trainee competition] The cold and inorganic voice of the main system rang in everyone¡¯s ears [You successfully survived to the end] After so many rounds of competition, it seems like a lifetime, thinking of those once close comrades leaving one by one, it is inevitable that there will be a whisper in the hall. But more, it is still to pass five levels and cut six generals, and for the rest of his life, he finally lived to the last tears. In an infinite loop, the things that survive are valuable, and feelings are the least necessary things to remember. [Your names will be added to the list of groups, and will always be engraved in the infinite looping history] The main system walks through the process in an official manner [After the competition, everyone will get a blind box of S-level props. From the blind box, you can randomly draw out any different S-level props rewards, and in the future, you can Choose not to participate in the Forced Terror dungeon opened in an infinite loop] Having said that, many of the remaining trainees let out a long sigh of relief. Many trainees came for this S-level prop from the beginning. But the insidious thing is that the main system has never told them in detail about the process and difficulty of the thriller trainee competition, so many survivors registered with the mentality of picking up the bargain, but ended up tragically killed due to lack of ability. Fortune in misfortune is the final reward. Even the S-level trainees only have one S-level item. There is no doubt that the 90-odd S-level items issued by the main system at one time can greatly improve the survival rate of individuals and groups in the terrorist dungeon, and even reshuffle the cards. In addition, in the infinite loop, every survivor has an indicator that they must place a horror copy every month. After participating in the horror trainee competition, they can finally have a good rest for a while. Survival is the goal of all survivors. Everything is just to survive. As long as you can survive better, what you do is worth it. At this moment, the barrage in the live broadcast room is full of sincere celebrations and congratulations. After all, the difficulty of the thriller trainee competition is already in front of them. The S-level dungeon is already the ultimate nightmare among all the survivors. As a result, there is another one. Who listens to the name of the super S-level dungeon? What''s more, now the main system has successively released some of the edited and replayed videos in the Super S-class copy. Looking at the gloomy orphanage building, I can¡¯t see the darkness of the abyss below, and the narrow dog road that only allows one person to pass through. Thousands of pale ghost hands, everyone trembled in heart and liver, no longer delusional thoughts such as the innocent thoughts of letting me go quickly. But of course, the survivors who watched the clip saw no.3 giving up their lives, feeling that when everyone had misunderstood the dark boss of Zhuge, they also found some unusual places. [Wait, why don''t I seem to see the two big guys no.9 and no.10? ¡¿ [Fuck, you said that, I also found the problem, really eh] [+1 upstairs, I just turned around and watched this clip several times. I really didn¡¯t see the masters of Onmyoji and Magicians. Anyway, when the last tens of millions of ghosts attacked, That should always be in the crowd.] [Yes, and the main system said that this is a full copy, and there will never be a situation where the copy is different... Besides, the Tuyumen boss is still sitting on the throne.] They were puzzled, but they didn''t know that the throne was also noisy now. Zhuge An was too eager to transmit just now. After returning to the studio, he searched for Zong Jiu''s figure as soon as he could not heal the injuries on his hands. But he didn''t have a hobby of self-masturbation. After determining what kind of situation was in his heart, he turned his head and asked the main system to spend five hundred points on him for treatment. It was this episode that made him, who had always been sharp, rarely overlooked the inquiring gaze coming from the throne beside him. After announcing the results, the main system paused and announced the next arrangements. [The final battle is about to take place in one month. This dungeon is a special decisive battle dungeon, and only S-level trainees are allowed to participate to determine the final c position] [This copy also has the risk of death, but it is not a mandatory copy. S-level trainees can freely choose whether to participate or not, please decide carefully] [After the final battle is over and the wisher makes a wish, the thriller trainee competition is officially over] coming! Everyone shook together. [Wow, it''s finally the final battle, I look forward to it! ¡¿ [Without the magician as a popular winner, I don¡¯t know who can get the universal wishing ticket...] [Both no.2 and no.3 are possible, given that no.2 has been pitted by no.3, so I choose no.3] [233333 upstairs laughed at me, if you want to count it like that, all the S-levels have been scammed by Zhuge, this man holding the script wins.jpg] Whether it is a spectator or a participant, they will not be unfamiliar with the "universal wishing coupon" in the mouth of this main system. Even if Zhuge secretly sealed the conclusion and confirmed that the "omnipotent" that the main system said was very watery, not only could not allow the main system to explode in situ, it could even only be allowed within the scope of the high-dimensional brain of the main system. , But everyone¡¯s enthusiasm is still high. Excluding these, the power possessed by the main system is obvious to all. Someone has discussed this issue on the Survivor Forum before. In addition to below the S-level plane, even the A-level dungeon main system can also be fully controlled, not to mention the magical special props and blood abilities, and the means to transfer space silently. Some people even guess that the reason why the Super S-Rank dungeon cannot use its abilities and permissions is because the main system cannot control the dimensions of the Super S-Rank dungeon, so its own rules and props naturally lose their effectiveness. Just like this, who will get the voucher and what kind of wishes will be made, has all become the focus of everyone''s interest. After dropping this last message, the main system stopped talking, which also heralded the end of the last level rating. Just after coming out of the orphanage, the stagnant atmosphere in the studio hall regained excitement. Next, ordinary trainees don''t need to participate in the decisive battle dungeon, they only need to watch the battle between the big brothers. Everyone unanimously placed their gaze on the highest throne, and exchanged look of expectation with each other. However, at the highest point, the atmosphere was not as tense as they had imagined, but rather solemn. After announcing the end of the rating, Zhuge dark found the Tuyumen for the first time. As for the other S-levels that were controlled, they naturally showed no flaws, and they didn''t see any other problems, and they dispersed one after another. As soon as I entered the conference room, no.3 a series of questions were covered up. "Where did you go? Did you go to other Super S Grade dungeons?" "Where is the magician? What have you experienced?" "Why are you the only one to come back alive?" Tu Yumen, with his head drooping, only raised his spirit a little, and reluctantly explained what happened to him and Zong Jiu in the copy of the Crazy Circus. Including that he finally got the bug prop, but after using it back, he found that he was the only one in the trainee dormitory. Zhuge listened secretly while pondering. He contacted the main system silently, and didn''t know what application he had submitted. His face that was still cold just now suddenly seemed a little bit cold, and he restored the look of everything under control in the past. When he turned back and talked with other S-classes, the black-haired man who looked like a stranger would also have a lot of pleasant looks. "Sure." other people:? ? ? No, although we don''t understand your brain circuit, you can''t omit this explanation process! "What can be done?" Among them, Onmyoji had the greatest reaction and jumped directly from the ground: "Could it be that..." "Yes." Zhuge flicked his long sleeves secretly, with an unpredictable appearance: "Just what you think." After saying this, he suddenly frowned, and went straight to the sentence "Since it¡¯s okay, let¡¯s end the meeting. The next thing will be discussed later when the magician comes back." After that, he hurriedly left, leaving behind a group of people who haven¡¯t yet. S-Class that was smashed back to God by his heavy news. Zhuge was right, the magician was indeed okay. But the person is okay, but okay doesn''t mean he can get better now. In the old castle, he did a meeting with the devil, and successfully lifted the curse of the evil **** on Zong Jiu. But no.1 is like an unsatisfied beast, Zong Jiu deeply doubts whether he has exchanged something in the main system. While laughing in a low voice while coaxing him in his ears that the baby only needs one time to solve the curse, while his subordinates are merciless, tossing the magician frantically, licking the slender fingertips that usually only hold playing cards. It took him five or six times to tremble before fainting. After Zong Jiu woke up from his bed, he waited for half a minute for his consciousness to return, his face getting darker and darker. Just like him at this moment, all the soreness and discomfort in the body are cured by the main system, and his limbs are filled with strength like never before. But because of the evil taste of some people, when he sits up, he can feel something that was originally too cold, relying on the magician to practice warm things along his legs. The roots slowly trickle down, swimming on the black sheets. on. Zong Jiu was so angry that his fingertips were shaking. This hatred does not avenge the non-gentleman! ! Just when the white-haired young man was so angry that he wanted to struggle to find the devil to settle the account, suddenly a pair of extremely cold hands stretched out from behind him, he just pulled the person back to the bed, ambiguously circled in his arms. The initiator lazily propped his head, kissed the magician''s hair with one hand, and opened his mouth happily. "Are you looking for me, baby?" Chapter 224: Dormitory for trainees The room is extremely dark, and the only light is the sparkling waves projected on the bath from a distance, following the surging and flickering of the small waves. A strangely twisted chandelier hung down from a height, surrounded by a decorative candle holder, and a white candle stood above it. The body of the candle was covered with tears, as if it had never been lit by anyone. The Weeping Madonna and the Last Supper will naturally not be absent. The inverted cross-shaped ornament is hung on the bookshelf opposite the end of the bed, surrounded by a circle of withered black tulips. Farther away, the huge rose garden sleeps in the night sky. Through the huge transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, you can easily see the quiet appearance of the flashing fireflies outside and the moonlight. Just in front of the French window, on the **** bed, the man put his arms around his magician from behind, sliding his fingers along the sunken line of the other''s spine, and he couldn''t put it down. Beside them, the huge golden cage was empty, and only the cold base could be seen. After a non-Chief Onmyoji made an oolong accident and fell into it, the bed covered with rose petals was thrown into the sea with the dormitory owner mercilessly. Perhaps it left a certain psychological shadow, and even the golden cage created under the explosion of this evil interest has no use for it, which is really a pity. "Are you looking for me, baby?" The devil''s tone was sweet and lazy, and there was a sense of after-dinner satisfaction in it, which made people angry. On weekdays, the man¡¯s black hair and braided hairband disappeared. Zong Jiu carefully thought about it before he remembered that he had been pressed against the wall by him, and he couldn¡¯t move when he was **** with a puppet silk. In order not to fall from the air, he could only Reluctantly hooked the man''s waist with his leg, his eyes flushed with anger. Obviously, it only needs one time to solve the curse, but one time of the devil is equal to the five or six times of Zong Jiu under the cursed state. However, he succumbed to the chaos without removing the curse. He was so limp that he could only speak intermittently, cursing this guy for nothing, and in the end he didn''t even have the strength to scratch people, so he had to start pulling him frantically. thing. I tore off the hair tie, the tie was pulled loose, and the buttons of the shirt were missing, revealing the well-textured chest behind. The devil didn''t stop at that time, but generously let Zong Jiu make trouble, only occasionally raised his eyes from the hanging black hair and glanced at him like a smile, and used another physical method to get the magician''s feet. . Toes curled up and shuddered and shut up. Thinking of these details, Zong Jiu felt his fists were hardened. He sneered and swung a punch directly. Unexpectedly, the devil did not hide. This guy was very sloppy on the bed, and he didn''t wear a single piece of clothing. The white-haired young man punched him firmly in the center of his uninspired chest. However, because Zong Jiu had just recovered from the curse, he would still be a bit unable to grasp his strength for a while. It seemed fierce, but in fact he didn''t have much strength. At least for demons who are not humans, cannot be strengthened in the main system, and are judged to be beyond the scope of humans, the power of this fist is probably about the same as a cat tickle. "Baby, you are so cruel. Almost hit the heart." So the man did not even wrinkle his brows, but sighed with emotion. He pulled the slender wrist of the white-haired young man and caused the latter to fall into his arms. While a smirk came from his chest, he lazily gave him a cold Deep kiss. It was with this movement that Zong Jiu realized that he was covered with only a thin black quilt. After struggling twice, he slipped off, revealing a smooth back. Zong Jiu directly gave him an uppercut to the chin. This time it was ten percent strength, without any mercy. The devil''s complexion didn''t change, he rubbed his aching jaw, and just about to speak, he was kicked off the bed again. demon:"......" He watched the white-haired young man glance at him condescendingly on the bed, playing with his fingertips the playing cards taken out of the system backpack. The magician''s hands are all JOKER. He seems to be particularly fond of big and small ghost cards. The black and white clown oils on the cards are distinct and dazzling. "treasure......" The solitaire came out of the sky, and gave him a human stroke full of warning. The magician on the opposite side exploded his hair like being stepped on his tail, "Don''t call this disgusting name!" Seeing where the card in Zong Jiu''s hand was pointing, the demon immediately changed his words, his dark golden pupils were innocent: "Then what should I call?" "Your Excellency? Mr. Magician? Little Magician?" He pretended to sigh: "These titles are too cold and unfamiliar, and they don''t fit our close and intimate relationship at all." When he said the last few words, the devil muttered and lowered his voice, appearing particularly ambiguous, making Zong Jiu speechless for a while. The black-haired man met the other''s gaze, deliberately stretched his limbs, showing a perfect smile. "Otherwise... honey?" What makes this scene so hot is that he didn''t wear anything when he was kicked down by Zong Jiu. After capturing Zong Jiu''s fingertips and his sight, the demon was even excited again with a detectable vision. Zong Jiu: "..." For a while, I didn''t know what to say. I can only say that I can''t show up, really can''t show up. After a long pause, Zong Jiucai spoke in a complex tone: "Say that you are going to rush anytime, anywhere. Love is really exalting you." "You misunderstood me, my dear." The devil smiled and pointed to him: "Look, I can only be so enthusiastic for you." Zong Jiu was too lazy to speak, jumped out of the bed under the sheets, walked into the elevator of the no.1 dormitory barefoot, and pressed the button leading to his room. The strange thing is that his move was not blocked by the devil, and even the puppet line he secretly guarded did not show up in the darkness or shadow. The man just held his head like this, and smiled at the back of the white-haired young man leaving. Sure enough, just a few seconds later, the scene around him changed. The boundary of the dark room began to blur, and gradually merged with another pure white dormitory full of cold Nordic colors, and finally connected from the middle to become a building. Brand new new dormitory. Zong Jiu just got out of the elevator and was about to untie the sheets on his body. When he went to the bathroom to take a good bath, he suddenly felt something wrong. Then as soon as he looked up, he saw a black-haired demon who was lying on the ground not far away, who was so busy, it seemed no surprise that he turned around and appeared here again. Zong Jiu didn''t need to ask, he knew it was someone who used the authority of the instructor to forcibly splice the two dormitories together. "Baby." The devil curled his lips: "As the leader of the two forces, I think it is necessary for us to contact our feelings anytime and anywhere in the future." "So... do you want to do it again?" The man continued to send out invitations without fear of death, and felt that this was a good idea more and more. In the punishment copy and on the bed in the trainee dormitory, there are absolutely two completely different types. The magician controlled by desire and hope is certainly delicious and juicy, but what really makes the devil stop for is always this cold and sensible, crazy soul from his bones. If you can eat the magician in a sane state... The demon licked his lips, and the smile on the corner of his mouth widened. However, what greeted him next was a beating that fell from the sky like a violent storm. demon:"......?" I have to say that Zong Jiu wanted to do this for a long time. He had no use for anything, no weapons or special props. He just used his bare hands, relying solely on his own physical/physical strength, to punch more fiercely than punches, and punch to the flesh. He also greeted the demon in a special way. It''s an itchy face, regardless of the three or seventy-one, it''s a violent beating when you get it done. The latter rarely said a word, not only did not resist, but indulged in the rest of the midfield, but also put away the surrounding puppet silk that might cause the magician to accidentally fall, and trapped the slender fingertips of the white-haired young man to help him. Rubbing his shoulders, he asked jokingly whether he was tired. On the contrary, this action made the demon more like a very considerate lover, and Zong Jiu was like a canary who was pampered and arrogant, making troubles unreasonably. Zong Jiu: "..." Not very harmful and extremely insulting. It is really not a wise thing to beat a defensive person with bare hands. Not only is there no sense of accomplishment, but also tired. But in view of the fact that the other party''s current appearance is really unsightly, Zong Jiu endured and tolerated, and finally stepped on the devil''s chest and looked down at him condescendingly. The magician''s toes are beautiful, just like his hands, every inch is taut, exquisite as a work of art placed in a booth. Following the devil¡¯s perspective, he could easily see the smooth and graceful calf under the black sheet, and even further up, he could see the looming ones, which he deliberately stayed in the opponent''s body not long ago, but now because of the range of movements. , The poor dripping liquid. The man''s golden pupils suddenly darkened. He locked his exclusive prey, dangerous, as if a storm was brewing. Just when Zong Jiu noticed his gaze and wanted to step on his face in the next second, the devil suddenly grabbed his ankle, his ankle, and a sudden force between his fingers, turning around and pressing the magician under him. On the thick carpet. The sheets were scattered weakly and spread to the ground, together with the interlaced silver-white hair. Black and white, the most extreme visual feast. The man admired: "Baby, you are so beautiful." Zong Jiu, who was temporarily suppressed for a while, was also unwilling to show weakness. He directly summoned the main system, and added all the remaining scams and horror copies, including the survival points obtained from the previous rating, to the basic physical quality, sneered and demon. Squabble. Their battlefield is extremely fierce, evenly matched, and they will not back down, but no one will always be at a disadvantage. After a while, the magician climbed on the devil¡¯s shoulder and took a bite, as if to tear off a piece of meat; the next second he was pinched by the devil from behind, and a deep brand/mark was placed on the back of the neck. . The rusty **** smell spread in their confrontation, and it undoubtedly became the most exciting thing, so that the pupils of the two people were dyed with a fierce fighting spirit that was completely different from the past. Not far away, the shadows were slowly cruising outside the battlefield. Without the interruption of the master, they did not dare to cross the mine pond a step. Further away, the few cats raised by Zong Jiu rushed into the bathroom with fright, shrank themselves into small groups and hid under the bathtub. The cat, who is always awake, has round eyes and raised ears, always paying attention to his surroundings. The wind is blowing. While hitting, the cold air seemed to be stained with inexplicable warmth. With their current attitude of seeing each other frankly, it is obvious what changes have occurred at a glance. Under this kind of fierce fighting and fighting without any barriers, it can''t be taken for granted. So the demon glanced at the latter''s unfinished mess, and the darkness in his eyes became thicker. He deliberately exposed his flaws. When the magician sat on him and declared himself the winner triumphantly, he raised his mouth unkindly, pulled the latter''s slender ankle, and pierced him. Zong Jiu grabbed his hair, kicked one foot on the ground, and got out of it flexibly. There was a slight "pop" in the air, and it splits at the touch of a button. In the absence of puppet lines and shadows, the devil may not be able to win much advantage over the magician. But he can get different rewards for this kind of catch and release, and the game between him and the magician is the only one who enjoys it. It''s another round of fighting. It was no different from the previous confrontation filled with blood and biting. They are like two fierce beasts, only each other can smell the same kind of breath in each other, and share the joy and pleasure without caring. Farther away, the sky was still dark. Maybe it will never light up. Chapter 225: Dormitory for trainees Tu Yumen waited in fear for a whole day, but on this day, let alone the figure of a magician, there was no news at all. At this level, the lack of information like the fact that the sea had fallen into the sea made him more and more suspicious of Zhuge''s dark words. Many trainees and survivors have experienced the last change in the orphanage, and their feelings about No.3 have become more and more complicated. For a long time, Zhuge secretly left the impression in everyone''s mind that it was unpredictable, insidious and cunning, and perverse, in short, it was not easy to provoke. The battle of fame and the battle of debut are three-sided spies of Infernal Affairs. After calculating the three powers, they are still alive. There is no wanted order for the three powers. Who dares to provoke them? In the end, whoever wants to get it, is such a person who is willing to use himself as bait in the super S Grade dungeon, at the very moment, in exchange for the chance of others to escape. It is no exaggeration to say that if there is no help from Zhuge, fewer people will survive in the end. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is less than fifty. It is said that many survivors after watching the clips of the orphanage broadcast last released by the main system, became fans of Zhuge''s secret road, their impressions were greatly changed, and spontaneously vindicated him on the forum. They even dug up a lot of previous Zhuge secrets. Have done, but was maliciously interpreted by others. After looking back, everyone found out that this guy is really a good guy! ! ! We misunderstood him before! ! But the Onmyoji is different. No matter how others praise Zhuge dark, as a party who was scammed in a masquerade party, he will never forgive the other party! He will always remember the photos of the women''s sailor suits on the forum, who was the culprit that made him unable to lift his head in front of his old friend exorcist for many years! So although Tu Yumen was half-believing Zhuge secretly saying that Zong Jiu was back, he still hoped that the magician would be safe and sound. When he thought of the key given to him by the magician, his heart was extremely complicated. If he had known that there was only one key, he wouldn''t be able to use anything, and he would have to keep it. A day later, Tu Yumen, who had been entangled for countless times, couldn''t help it. He got up from the dormitory, got dressed and started editing information in the main system. In the past few days, he didn''t want to play games, nor did he want to watch movies or TV series. It felt like he had lost the joy of life. Zhuge secretly didn''t dare to look for it. After thinking about it, he could only ask the main system to leave a message. If he really came back, he would be able to see it as soon as possible. So Tu Yumen wrote a letter and asked the main system to hand it over to the magician. Main system: [...] Main system: [If you are looking for a magician, he is in his room] Domemon: "......???" So the Onmyoji master put on his coat in a hurry, jumped down from the table, jogged all the way to open the door, rushed to the door of the no.9 dormitory and knocked wildly. As he ran, he was still worried. Why hasn¡¯t the magician appeared publicly after returning? Is it because the injury is so serious that even the main system cannot fully recover, or is it... Tu Yumen thought of the ubiquitous dark atmosphere in the dungeon of the Crazy Circus, the distorted thoughts that were contagious like a plague, and the premonition of a bad heart became more and more serious. As we all know, it is very difficult to recover the main system of mental damage. There have been instances where such trainees entered the punishment dungeon and finally returned alive, but were mentally disordered and were thrown into the treatment cabin for compulsory treatment. No matter how serious the injury is, the system can be cured, unless it is contaminated with cause and effect, or this kind of mental injury is irreversibly damaged, it will cause the trainee to coma. Imagine that the magician has been silent for a day, maybe... So many trainees who were resting and watching the sea at the top bar, drinking and chatting saw no.10 blowing like the same wind, banging on the door of no.9 frantically, and shouting to open the door and open the door quickly. You have the ability to come back. , Open the door if you have the ability. Other onlookers: "......?" "Isn''t that the boss of Tuyumen? How could he be in front of the magician''s door?" They touched their heads and looked at each other suspiciously. After the rating of the studio hall was over, everyone was wondering why the two S-rank bosses, Magician and Onmyoji, did not enter the orphanage instance like them. Later, the main system issued an official statement, which roughly means that because of uncontrollable conditions in the space transmission, these two accidentally became lucky geese out of a million, and were caught by another single Super S-class copy. Although this news sounds incredible, it is not surprising at all to think of the non-chief identity of the Tuyumen tycoon. "It''s a pity the magician...Oh." The trainees shook their heads and sighed: "Now there are eight remaining S-level positions, and the positions no.1 and no.9 are vacant. I don''t know who will be the final candidate for the c debut. I really look forward to it." "It should form an alliance." Another person guessed: "No.2 Fanzhuo, no.3 Zhuge An, no.4 Exorcist and no.10 Tuyumen, these big men have formed an alliance long ago, and now they have revealed their mentor status. No.5 Azan in Black, No.6 Poseidon, No.7 Messiah and No.8 The Black Wizard have publicly stated their support for the loyalty to the lord. The two forces are facing each other, it seems that a decisive battle There will be a fierce battle to be fought." "Indeed." Everyone echoed: "If there is nothing wrong with the Magician, the alliance here is obviously stronger, but now... it''s really not easy to say." Everyone who has fought team battles knows the importance of a healer. Although it seems that the Devil¡¯s side is ranked a little lower, as long as there is a Messiah healer, it is really hard to say who will end up in the end. Wanting to come to Tuyumen is too sad to come to the door of no.9. With that, everyone exchanged a silent expression that everyone knew. The two S-rank bosses entered another Super S-rank instance inexplicably, only one survived during the period, and there were comrades in arms if they wanted to. Recently, they also heard some rumors that the magician had sacrificed his chance of surviving voluntarily and let the Onmyoji return to the trainee dormitory. It can only be said that in the future, it is really not good to look at people. One Zhuge dark, one Zongjiu, made everyone look away. ...... In a dark room behind a door, the two people who had been fighting for a day were still fighting on the ground. It''s just that this scuffle is completely different from the previous one. The coldness in the air disappeared, and another indescribable sluggish breath enveloped here. The fireplace crackled and blared not far away, and the light of the fire stretched their shadows, and finally merged into a small shadow. The devil lay on his back, lazily wrapping the silver-white hair around his wrist, looking at the opponent with satisfaction. The opponent''s hair was scattered, his chest was ups and downs, his eyebrows were lazy, and his face was still red after strenuous exercise. At first glance, the fight was fierce, and the two sides refused to give in. It was comparable to a marathon. Not to mention, when the magician made up his mind to hit someone, he used his strengthened wrist to punch and punch to the flesh. It really hurt. It is estimated that another person will not be able to bear it at all, and there will only be demons. After the other party is tired, they will pretend to ask if they are tired? This tug-of-war fight was long enough. At the very beginning, the demon would seize the opportunity to kiss twice. In the later stage, as long as he grabbed the person, it would be a frantic bite, but it was a far cry from the original fight. On the contrary, it is like a fair and honest flirting between wild animals, wishing to leave all their own marks on the other side. They fought for a whole day, and then they didn''t know which part of the bridge made a mistake. You punched me and rolled together. Rolling from the dark room to the gray-white-blue room belonging to Zong Jiu, from the deep black floor like the eternal night to the thick bohemian carpet in front of the fireplace. The temperature can be conducted, and when Zong Jiu adapted to the demon''s body temperature, he also dyed his own temperature on the opponent. This struggle was extremely long-lasting, and no one allowed the main system to recover their physical strength, and no one used special props, just to compete in the most primitive way. Thanks to one who is not a human being, the other has strengthened his physical fitness to the peak, so there are not many bruises or scars. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the no.1 dormitory is a huge rose garden, but outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the no.9 dormitory is a black forest with heavy snow blowing down. The young man stretched out his beautiful limbs indifferently under the other''s gaze, with white hair hanging down to his waist, occasionally sweeping to the man''s fingertips, blending with the snow scene behind him. Zong Jiu lazily propped his head on the edge of the sofa, his pupils squinted lazily, and looked up at the snowy field outside the window, occasionally kicking him when the devil was too vicious to make him lighter or slower, like a arrogant cat . After playing for so long, he was too tired, but he didn''t want to show weakness, and he didn''t want to secretly call the main system to regain his strength, because this was like a head shorted out of thin air, and his body became incredibly soft. The devil is also happy to satisfy his little magician''s request, but he obviously likes the violation of the yang and the yin, and often performs badass extras. Occasionally catching the loss of the other party''s light pink eyes and a moment of trembling, he will often be as happy and happy as if he has got a candy, and then he will be beaten up by the other party because he laughed too loudly. Enemy and lover, or bed/companion. Zong Jiu didn''t mind. Enemies and opponents can make his boring life interesting, and easily provoke him to Gujing Wubo''s mood, letting blood boil in the smoke of gunpowder. As for the lover and the bed/companion, as long as they can make him comfortable, these coexisting words mean little to him. They are enemies and lovers. But if you just pick up these words that can represent the relationship- Almost all the enemies went to hell, as for the lover and the bed/companion? Magicians never need these unnecessary things. Zong Jiu slowly thought through the ups and downs, and subconsciously bypassed the most important question of "Why only demons can". Perhaps he subconsciously does not want to think about this answer that touches the boundary. At this moment, a knock on the door suddenly sounded. The main system very intimately sent the message of no.10 to visit no.9. [S-level trainee Tomimon asks to see you at the door] The white-haired young man was thinking about getting up, but was caught back by the suddenly powerful demon. The man pushed the person back in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and curled up the silver-white hair that fell on his back. The dark golden pupils were full of uncontrollable smiles. He kissed it, his low-pitched voice slurred. "It''s not over yet, Your Excellency Magician." Chapter 226: Dormitory for trainees Domimon waited outside for a long time, about an hour. Ordinary people would not choose to wait like this at all, but since they learned about the return of the magician from the main system, it is naturally impossible for Tuyumen to give up halfway, knocking on the door after a while, and there is a kind of that you can¡¯t see the magician himself today. He is determined not to move. He ignored the gazes of the trainees behind him, and the more he waited, the more anxious he became, and the more he waited, the more anxious he became. So Tu Yumen secretly poked and contacted the main system. "Main system, can you tell me what the magician is doing in the room now, why doesn''t he open the door?" Main system: [...] The main system was silent for a long, long time, until Tu Yumen felt that this issue involved the privacy of trainees, so when the connection was disconnected, the cold mechanical sound rang in his ears again. [I have notified him of your visit] The implication is that the magician knew of his visit. Onmyoji stood on the spot, showing an expression of disbelief. The more he thought about it, the more terrifying, the more he thought about it, the more sad. In his thoughts, the magician might have a problem, and the main system could not heal it. After the words of the main system, he became completely helpless, his lower body was paralyzed and collapsed on the bed. Perhaps he had been completely polluted with darkness by the indescribable evil god, and his spirit was plunged into madness. Talking in name, naturally indifferent to the news of the main system. That key must be no.1 for the magician. Tu Yumen remembered that when he was in the copy of No.1 Middle School, the devil showed his interest in magicians in front of all the trainees without any shy. Not to mention before, when the Las Vegas casino was still in full view from the highest seat, he gave his iconic rose to the other party. All kinds of things, in fact, have long been able to express the difference between the devil and the magician. If you think about it again, it must be the magician who danced with the tutor at the masquerade party. One of the true and false mentors is definitely played by him, but because he first heard the no.1 singing out of tune at the beginning, he recognized the wrong person...It doesn''t matter! There is no doubt that these two people must have a different connection in private. Tuyumen hasn''t noticed this all the time, because in Guiguzi''s prophecy, the big devil should be hostile to the savior, just like what Zhuge An had said when this temporary alliance was established. They all have the same goal, which is to prevent the no.1 cooperating with the main system from getting a universal wish ticket, and to keep everyone in an infinite loop. To be honest, the magician at that time hadn''t even been promoted to S rank, but everyone still agreed to form an alliance. First, the magician showed remarkable ability in the first middle school, and he could exist as a leader. Of course, the prophecy It also accounts for a part of it. But the prophecy said it was an endlessly mortal enemy... but it didn''t say what is happening now! Tu Yumen tossed in his heart, not daring to believe the most absurd guess. Maybe the devil is just to set up a golden cage and bed to humiliate the magician? It seems that it makes sense to think about it this way, otherwise why leave a key deliberately instead of taking the magician away? Once a little sad, Tu Yumen will start thinking wildly. While thinking about what the magician was like now, he made up for the persecution of the magician by the devil. So when the door opened, the Onmyoji didn''t even react for a moment. So after he reacted, he suddenly jumped up from the ground, showing an expression of excitement and excitement, and gave each other a big, brotherly hug. "Brother!! You are really back!!!" Zong Jiu, who just hurriedly dressed and opened the door, didn''t pay attention, and was hugged by Onmyoji. Finally, he patted his body. He looked like I was worried about you. Do not know if it was an illusion, Tu Yumen felt a bit cold. And this kind of cold is not ordinary cold, just like that... well, murderous. how can that be possible. Onmyoji comforted himself. The trainee dormitory is the safest place, and the only dangerous place is the terrorist copy. Now the horror trainee competition is about to end, and the main system does not engage in any special activities in the underworld. How can you feel murderous in broad daylight? It must be that the mental pollution in the crazy circus is too serious, and the psychological shadow will be left for a while. Haven''t recovered yet. Definitely is. Zong Jiu: "..." The Tuyumen was much shorter than him, so he looked at the Onmyoji''s head with a slightly complicated expression, was silent for a while, and learned the other''s movements, hammering on the Onmyoji''s shoulder to show friendship. In the next second, Doommon heard a loud noise coming from the trainee dormitory behind him. Tu Yumen was taken aback, released his hand like an alert little animal, and glanced inwardly. It''s a pity that the magician stood in front of him and couldn''t see the specific situation in the room. "Is something broken, do you want to go in and have a look?" Onmyoji asked worriedly. Zong Jiu''s expression was a little strange, and he waved his hand, "It''s okay, it''s my cat." I don''t know if it''s an illusion, Tu Yumen seemed to hear a cheerful low laugh from behind the door. But soon, Onmyoji was attracted by other things. The magician didn''t stretch out his hand. As soon as he stretched out his hand, he saw tooth marks and red marks all over his hand. But because the distance was a little far away, and it passed by in a flash, Tuyumen didn''t see it clearly. "what happened to your hand?" But obviously, Zong Jiu''s gesture of quickly lowering his hand misunderstood the Onmyoji. Tu Yumen stood at the door, stepped back, and looked at the opponent from head to toe carefully up and down. The worried expression on his face became more and more intense. I don''t know, I was shocked at first glance. On weekdays, Li Zongjiu loves loose shirts and long khaki trench coats. He looks very chic and handsome, which makes him straight and slender, and looks very beautiful. Today, however, the magician is wearing a thick fox fur cloak, with a circle of white fluffy fur around his face. Even if his face is not very good, the buttons on his body are still buckled from the neck to the ankles. She covered her body tightly, so that she could not even see her neck and feet. It''s really invisible. Doommen looked down specially and found that the other party seemed to be stepping on the thick blanket with bare feet. Onmyoji''s face suddenly became serious. "Tell me honestly, did you get a negative state in that dungeon that the main system can''t clear it?" Seeing the appearance of the magician, Tu Yumen began to make up a series of brains again. The dormitory for trainees has always been in a constant temperature mode, and everyone usually dresses casually. The magician wraps himself up like this, and there is a problem at first sight. Reminiscing about the previous events, the eyes of Domemon suddenly became a bit astringent. Zong Jiu: "..." Zong Jiu: "No. Really not." Zong Jiu can''t talk about wearing this clothes because some people have used the power of the instructor to allow him to exchange physical strength in the main system, but he can''t eliminate the traces on his body in the first time. I did it once when I was Happy Halloween, but now I¡¯m here again, and it¡¯s annoying. "You didn''t lie to me? Then why haven''t you opened the door for so long?" Onmyoji asked suspiciously. Zong Jiu: "...really not." How did he explain, to explain to Tu Yumen how the black-haired demon grabbed his waist and pressed it against the French window after waiting at his door for almost an hour, and watched the snowy black forest outside the glass window together. Thinking of this Zong Jiu, I get angry. If it wasn''t for his points that had just been redeemed, he would really go to the main system to ask if there were any special enhancements. Zong Jiu had already thought about it, and he had to fight back after Tu Yumen left. "Okay, then." Tu Yumen hesitated to give up investigating the cause of his strange clothes. He is the old Duan Shui master, and of course he knows when to respect the other party''s privacy, what to ask and what not to ask. The magician was obviously in a very bad mood and didn''t want to say more. Of course, the Onmyoji would not rush up to get in trouble. But he still seemed to be a little worried, "You haven''t left any sequelae since you came out of the copy?" Zong Jiu started making up, "No." "I brought in a prop, you know, it is the silver coin of B-level Iluka, which can increase luck in a short time. Finally, I threw a ten-sided dice to charm the evil god, and let him open the space door to contact the Lord. The system may be inconvenient for the dark dimension, so it took some time." In order to confirm this, he showed that he has no lack of arms or legs now, "You see, I am not doing well right now." This rhetoric sounds like heaven/clothes/no/seam, so it can be justified. Of course, the biggest proof point is that the magician is standing in front of him with ease now, so Tu Yumen naturally relaxes. "Okay, you''re fine. I''m just a little worried, so come over and ask." Onmyoji hesitated, but still didn''t deliberately mention the key. Needless to mention some things, just as the magician didn''t say that there was only one copy of the key. In short, the sentiment points are recorded, and as long as he can help one day in the future, he will definitely not fail to talk about loyalty. After experiencing the dungeon, Tu Yumen now regards the magician as his own brother, and he will go through all fire and water for his brothers! "Then you continue to rest first, I won¡¯t bother you. By the way, don¡¯t forget to write back to others to discuss the meeting time of the final battle. We were worried that we didn¡¯t see you in the studio before, or no.3 After you pinch and say you are okay, everyone is finally relieved." "Good." Zong Jiu nodded. After a few words of greeting, Tu Yumen didn''t stay for long. He has a weird intuition that if he stays any longer, something bad may happen. Because of bad luck too many times, Onmyoji has been equipped with a non-Emirate radar. Usually when he has a hunch that he is going to be unlucky, the hunch is correct. But the problem is that this radar will only give hints when it''s bad luck, so Tu Yumen struggled in his heart to wonder where he had committed Tai Sui, and said goodbye to the magician in a hurry. Onmyoji ignored the trainees in the bar who saw the magician''s deity appearing dumbfounded, and returned to the door of his dormitory. At the end, I shivered, and mumbled how the constant temperature air conditioner on the main system is getting colder and colder. It has been out for so long and it hasn''t warmed up yet. "Crunch¡ª" Zong Jiu closed the door contemplatively, opened the main system smoothly, and began to send messages to the various S-level editors. The demon who had been eavesdropping openly by the wall behind the door leaned over, lovingly wrapped around the magician''s waist, and manipulated the ubiquitous puppet silk with his fingers to help him untie the heavy fox fur cloak. The devil looked at the mess on the gray-haired youth, and said pretentiously: "Oh, I was negligent." At first it sounds very sincere, but in fact there is no regret at all. Even the pleasant smile contaminated by the low-pitched voice is still shining, indicating that the other party feels that this is not negligent in his heart, and even thinks it is fun. If you want to play next time, it is better to be a little bit too much. "Baby, do you want to go to the bathroom, I''ll clean it up for you." Zong Jiu pushed his face away coldly: "No need." "As long as you can stay away from me, I''ll thank God." Chapter 227: Dormitory for trainees The magician is not dead! This news spread quickly in the dormitory of trainees. It started from the trainees who saw no.10 standing in front of the door of no.9 and talked together, and finally spread throughout the dormitory. There are only one hundred people in the dormitory now. Except for the S-level that needs to be completed in the decisive battle dungeon, the remaining ninety people consciously only need to watch the show. Playing games means going to the amusement park, guessing or gossiping around who is the winner in the end. The trainee¡¯s dormitory knows it, and the audience in the live broadcast room will naturally hear it too. Originally, the two sides did not share the news, but since the thriller trainee competition is coming to an end, in order to increase the program effect and entertainment interaction, the main system specially opened a personal live broadcast room for each of the ninety-nine trainees who were victorious. Therefore, when there is nothing to do, many trainees will also work part-time as anchors, and share their lives in the trainee dormitory with the outsiders. So that night, the Survivors Forum exploded. [Fuck, the magician is not dead! Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck [Why didn¡¯t he die? Didn¡¯t he not even attend the assembly in the studio] [I am also curious about this matter. In theory, trainees must be sent back, and it is impossible to skip the level rating.] [Isn¡¯t the main system issued a statement before, saying that the magician and the onmyoji did not enter the orphanage¡¯s Super S Grade dungeon because of space transfer errors, but went to another Super S Grade dungeon, maybe in the middle What has changed, so it may not be possible to transfer it back before it is too late? ¡¿ [It is indeed possible, but in any case, the magician is fine, then I am afraid that the entire S-rank force will start to shuffle the cards again...] This is indeed true. Just after the last level rating was over, the casino started betting in an infinite loop, betting on which power won the first prize. Many survivors have staked their survival points on the Messiah team, which caused Zhuge dark''s odds to be too high. As a result, at this moment, there was a big news that the magician was not dead, and the scale of victory began to move and tilt again, making many survivors who rushed to bet their wrists choked. In everyone''s imagination, the decisive dungeon is absolutely tense, sparks splashing everywhere. The nine S-levels all have clear positions. According to the gossip from other trainees in the live broadcast, these S-levels are said to have seen each other and even did not even say hello, and the atmosphere fell to freezing point for a while. The crowd onlookers screamed, thinking it was even more interesting. Of course they couldn''t guess. They didn''t say hello because everyone knew that the other four S-levels were deeply controlled by No.1, and there was no need to say hello at all. Just like the exorcist and Azan in black were good friends, now they are just like strangers when they meet, and they don''t even look at each other. And...in fact, the internal atmosphere of the S-Class is not so tense. When Zong Jiu went to the conference room today, he opened the door and heard them arguing. Unexpectedly, Zhuge An was not present. Only Fan Zhuo, Exorcist and Onmyoji were present, not even Xu Su, who had been steady to the venue. The exorcist said righteously: "Since the last dungeon is not a team dungeon, but a one-to-one random distribution rule, can we just give up the qualifications to participate?" The main system issued the rules of the S-level decisive battle dungeon to all the S-levels in advance. As it said, S-level can freely choose whether to participate in the decisive battle dungeon. The dungeon of the decisive battle will be conducted in the form of a one-on-one promotion match. At that time, each S-level will first state whether or not to participate in the decisive battle. If you renounce the qualification, the S-level seats will be reserved and automatically transferred to the audience position, leaving only the remaining S-levels who want to compete in the same place and enter the decisive battle copy. As for what the decisive dungeon is, the main system also gave them a bit of a bottom. It is said that it is a one-to-one copy, and only one person can walk out of the copy alive. This means that there is no turning back in the bow, and once you decide to participate in the competition, it is an endless ending. Unlike other levels, S level will get more rewards for settlement. Participating in the dungeon of the decisive battle is only to compete for the candidate who will eventually get the universal wish ticket, but if you lose in the dungeon of the decisive battle, it will be the price of life. This is a very difficult multiple choice question. Taking a step forward is not necessarily a prosperous and wealthy one, it is likely to be an abyss. Standing in place is safe and sound, and can still get the previous rewards. Zhuge An had already spoken to them in advance. The main system is mostly aware of their previous preparations, and it is difficult to say whether there is no.1''s instruction, so the rules of the decisive battle dungeon are set like this. If all of you participate, it is very likely that they will be assigned to the same camp. According to the rule of one-to-one and only one surviving dungeon in the decisive battle, this will undoubtedly cause unnecessary casualties. Just like this, everyone decided after discussing that they would only send a magician to participate in the battle. Zong Jiu who heard their conclusions: "......?" This wave, this wave is an occasion to sell teammates! Only Tuyumen looked a little worried, "What if no.1 does not guard the martial arts, what about the end of the wheel fight?" As far as No.1 is concerned, the other S-ranks are just puppets, and they don''t need to care about their life and death. It is hard to guarantee that in order to win, he will send four to participate in the battle at one go. That Zong Jiu needs to fight hard against at least three S-levels to win. "Then I don''t know." The exorcist spread his hands: "No. 3 said that the devil would not do this." "He said that if there is only one magician participating in the war, only one person will be sent to the other side, and there will be absolutely no bullying." It sounds unfounded, but since it came out of Zhuge''s secret mouth, it shows that it must have its truth. On the contrary, Zong Jiu knows this well. The game between him and the devil has been around for a long time, and his primary goal is to find the opponent unhappy, and there are many ways to return, and it is common for him to fail to observe martial arts. There is no.1 on the front foot, remembering that Qiu Zongjiu failed his mission in the mental hospital dungeon. He waved his big hand to the F-level evaluation; on the back foot, Zong Jiu slipped into the opponent''s room and stole the roses at the same time The clothes are cut to pieces. Said to be an old enemy, in fact, it is more like elementary school chicken fights, extremely naive. But no matter what, you really have to face it, whether it''s Zong Jiu or the devil, with their pride, they will never allow other unrelated people to disturb the final battlefield. It was the final battle between the magician and the devil, the savior and the devil alone. So Zong Jiu ended the topic lightly: "He is right, so let''s decide." "By the way, where is Xu Su?" He asked. Tu Yumen: "Zhuge An is looking for him. The S-level reward drawn in no.3 is "Book of the Dead"." "Book of the Dead" is an S-level item limited to appear in the S-level copy "Rameses". This item is not offensive, it is a purely functional item. With this item, you can transform yourself into a half-life immortal creature, which is similar to the existence of a lich, doubled its survivability, and is a very famous legendary item. But no one among the survivors known in the infinite loop currently holds it. Most importantly, "Book of the Dead" allows people to see the souls of the dead and communicate with them. Since the last copy, Xu Sen has become Xu Su''s heart disease. Now that such a prop is out, it is understandable that Zhuge secretly took the lead to inform him. "That''s it." But don''t know why, Zong Jiu intuitively appeared some strange doubts that were not very clear. While he was thinking, No.2, who had been standing silently in front of the mural in the conference room, suddenly turned his head. Zong Jiu had noticed this a long time ago. Fan Zhuo''s face today is particularly cold. But when they discussed the decisive battle copy, no.2 did not object to it. According to this person¡¯s character, if there is a problem with the arrangement, he must have said it on the spot. Since he didn¡¯t say it, it means it¡¯s not a question of the final battle, but something else that is not convenient to say when everyone is present. . The gray-haired vampire nodded towards the gray-haired youth, whispered a word of unaccompaniment, and left the conference room first. Anyway, the discussion is over. The dungeon of the decisive battle also cannot use special items. This time, even passive items can''t be used. Everyone is willing to help but can only give spiritual encouragement. Zong Jiu felt complacent when he saw this, and after a few greetings, he repeated his tricks and hurriedly walked in the direction where No. 2 left. He didn''t go far, and saw the tall half-vampire at the door of another meeting room on the top floor, always wearing a neat military uniform. Fan Zhuo nodded at him. Without a trace, he placed his hand on the hilt of the saber at his waist and activated the vampire''s investigative state. After no disturbance was found around, he slightly opened the door of the conference room behind him, "Come in and say." Seeing his guarded and cautious appearance, Zong Jiu knew that this was definitely a major event, so he looked a lot more serious, and even took out a tarot card to draw a card, and made sure that there was no specific person around him. , And then slowly closed the door. ...... After I came out of the meeting room again, it was already an hour later. In order to avoid being noticed, they leave with their front and back feet. Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to return to his dormitory, but rather thoughtfully, walking all the way to the counter of the top bar. Now the sky is getting close to the evening, and the deep red sunset clouds in the distance are connected to the sea, and the sky is as dazzling as it is about to burn, dyeing the sea the same color. The magician habitually ordered a glass of whiskey and fumbled in his pocket with his head down. The flame sprang up and lit a mint-flavored cigarette. Only when he needs to think, stimulate and clear his brain, he will use nicotine and tobacco. He just smoked and drank like this, and his expression behind the smoke was gloomy. In the next second, a hand stretched out from behind, picked up the white-haired young man''s wine glass on the bar, deliberately drank the cold wine along the spot where the magician''s lips had just drunk. After drinking, the devil casually commented, "The technique is far worse than mine." Chapter 228: Dormitory for trainees For someone who appeared uninvited, Zong Jiu chose to ignore it. He didn''t even lift his eyes to take another look. The half-burning cigarette was still between his fingers, and the ashes fell drooping to the dark black table top, scattering a piece of gray-black smoke. Behind the smoke, the young man''s long and narrow eyebrows were dim, dim and dim, not real. The warm yellow spotlights on the upper part of the bar plated his outline with a cold light, making the shadows on his face deeper and more impersonal. There is no doubt that Zong Jiu''s mood now doesn''t look good. I don''t know why, this unprovoked cognition makes the devil a little unhappy. He has rarely seen such obvious mood swings in a magician. ¡ª¡ªExcept when the two of them are facing each other. At that time, whether it was Zong Jiu or the devil, the burning intent to fight each other belonged to another person. Their most real and rarest emotions arise only because of each other. The devil thought so displeased, of course he did it. So in the next second, the bartender who was just mixing at the bar was driven away, and the black-haired man occupied the magpie''s nest and moved his fingers slightly. The puppet silk concealed in the shadow spontaneously wrapped around the periphery of the wine bottle and the shaker. On the other side, the tweezers suspended in the air had already prepared ice cubes and lemon salt, ready to be used. He deliberately put his hand on the magician''s hand that was holding the cigarette. The white gloves and pale and slender fingers crossed and touched. He obviously didn''t do anything. He just caught the falling soot, with indescribable ambiguity. "My Excellency, do you need a bartending service?" The man stared at the other party''s light pink eyes, and his dark golden pupils made undisguised teasing: "You are my only guest, so there is no need for an extra price increase for this cup." "Of course..." He prolonged his voice, grasping the fingertips of the other party and squeezing it suggestively. "If you want a second drink, it''s another price." Zong Jiu: "..." What should I do, my fist is hard. His thoughts and thoughts were completely interrupted, and he immediately lost his temper. The demon whose work is done by the puppet silk and the shadow only needs to be like a conductor of a concert, manipulating the dazzling silver arcs in the air to let them go where they should be. This bartender shows off his skills again, just like the devil himself, exuding his hormones triumphantly from morning to night, just like a peacock who is always showing off on the screen to show off his own, which is helpless. "Boom¡ª" After a high-altitude parabola, the freshly prepared whiskey was pushed over. The bartender stood in front of the bar and looked at him with a smile. Zong Jiu glanced at him coldly, without moving. The devil didn''t care either, and instead picked up a strand of white hair of the young man, entwining it around his fingertips and playing with it, quite carelessly. "It''s the final battle soon, let me guess, what have you discussed? For example, let you go alone?" "Then you can rest assured, the only thing you face is me in the end." His tone was extraordinarily gentle, "Baby, I won''t let anyone disturb the battlefield that belongs to us alone." "But... it''s inevitable that there will be some ants who intervene in it." The magician raised his eyebrows without interrupting the other party. "Just say what you want, don''t sell it here." Such obvious information is sent for nothing, and you don''t listen to it. Seeing that the other party finally turned all his attention to himself, the devil showed a satisfied smile. He released the puppet thread in his hand, and the ice cube fell into the wine glass from mid-air, making a crisp collision sound. "Dear magician, you must know that all compromises in this world have a purpose." The man meant something, "Especially for those who are a little clever and want to lie to the world and deceive the world." Both of them knew who this person was referring to. The devil obviously disliked No.3. This is not the first time he has publicly evaluated Zhuge An in front of Zong Jiu. A long time ago, at the end of the Kings game, when Zong Jiu went to the devil''s dormitory to steal roses, and the other party chased him into his room, this familiar conversation had already happened once. "What does prophecy mean to you?" Zong Jiu pondered for a moment: "The destiny is inevitable." This kind of prophecy carries the unique tragic aesthetics of ancient Greek mythology, and can also be regarded as the realization of a certain causal law. For those true prophecies that are well-known enough, the moment they are spoken, it means that they will definitely be fulfilled in the future. Because the prophecy is that no matter what method the party uses to avoid or hide, it will still lead to the final predetermined ending. It is possible that evasion and hiding will cause mixed results. Guiguzi has been dead for more than ten years, none of the old ones survived that year, and there were not many traces left. The last prophecy he made was brought to the perfect world of Super S Grade Dungeon by those subordinates who had not had time to follow and enter the Conferred God Kingdom Dungeon. I thought it was the savior who brought it out, but in the end he created a great devil. More and more confirmed the fate of the prophecy. Prophecy does not mean that one can resist fate, it is only "information." "That''s right." The devil shrugged: "Look, in Guiguzi''s prophecy, we are immortal enemies." Zong Jiu was silent. Endlessly. It used to be. But after the Judgment Day copy, something seemed to change forever. Countless times, Zong Jiu could start to beat the unsuspecting little devil severely, and even bring the big devil together to make him disappear into this beautiful world. However, perhaps it was out of pity at the beginning, or it was out of something deeper, Zong Jiu didn''t. The devil can also attack countless times, and kill the magician in the cradle before the magician has fully grown his wings. From then on, he doesn''t need to care about Guiguzi''s predictions and continue his game in the world. In the same way, maybe it was because it was too boring at the beginning, maybe it was because of the lack of fun and the lack of toys for the game, and there are no demons. At the beginning, the starting points were different, but behind them they chose to indulge and presumptuously, the result was that they could no longer start. Needless to say, Zong Jiu, the devil even rushed to rescue his enemies, saying that he could only die in his own hands, but he couldn''t hide the essence of the matter. The prophecy has never mentioned that they will have other relationships as well as their old enemies. "I tend to have the accuracy of this prediction, but if someone wants to maliciously tamper with or conceal it, then it''s not necessarily." The man sneered contemptuously: "Especially...if that person is still No.3. , Its accuracy is even lower." What the devil didn''t say was that, leaving these aside, in a sense, Guiguzi''s prediction was terribly accurate. Even if he is really defeated by someone and willingly lose to someone, that person will only be a magician. "So baby, there is clearly a problem with this prediction." As soon as the man''s voice changed, his tone became sweet and greasy again, "Behind some people''s compromise, it is obvious that there is no good intentions. Unlike me, I am willing to be used by you and have nothing to ask for." The devil obviously knew how to put gold on his face. This remark borrowed another person to set off himself, without mentioning how he greeted the magician''s body before, and wanted to move people to the bed every day. Hearing this, Zong Jiu finally realized what the other party meant. "According to what you mean, you know if I get the universal wishing ticket, what wish will I make?" "Don''t worry, baby, we can talk about this slowly later." The black-haired demon slowly combed the magician''s long silver hair, "It''s not always certain who wins and who wins." "Besides-let me remind, Lord Magic, you owe me so many times, do you think about how to pay it back?" The word owe, the first time it appeared in the copy of the first middle school, Zong Jiu asked the demon who played the teacher to help. Zong Jiu was still able to guess what kind of thought and character no.1 was. As long as he found something interesting, he would probably not refuse to ask him for help. Of course, even though the devil said so verbally at the time, Zong Jiu, who was habitually getting on the train without buying a ticket, didn''t care at all. He was not even prepared to pay it back from the beginning. So in the same way, Crazy Circus no.1 later came to help by himself, and he had to punish the dungeon to save him. In Zong Jiu''s eyes, all of this was almost a useless prostitution, and no additional price was required. "Oh, Mr. Magic is as ruthless as ever." The devil pretended to sigh: "Forget it, who made us have such a close relationship now." He deliberately emphasized the word "intimacy". Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "Maybe I am in a good mood one day and I will consider this question. But want to use this to give me a universal wish ticket? Then I would advise you to wash and sleep." sleep? The devil squinted his eyes: "It''s not impossible to be with you." It just so happened that the sky was completely dark now, and everything in this separate narrow plane space was controlled by the main system. Therefore, the star space at night is gorgeous, and all the stars at all times are shining in the sky, converging into a sea of ??stars. "If this is the way of repayment..." The man curled up his mouth unkindly and lowered his voice, "I will love it, baby." Zong Jiu: "..." His answer was to get up directly from the bar and turn around to leave. Not putting that glass of wine on the devil''s head is already the magician''s greatest kindness. ...... As a result, before Zong Jiu had gone out far, he received an unexpected communication again. The sender of the communication is Xu Su. Zong Jiu pondered for a moment, turned his feet, and turned to the meeting room they usually used for meetings. As it was written in the text message, there was already a person in the conference room. Xu Su sat on the sofa, holding a thick roll of papyrus that exudes a wilted atmosphere. Feeling this unique breath, Zong Jiu couldn''t help but look at it. Such a representative papyrus, this should be the famous S-level prop "Book of the Dead". "Brother Nine!" Seeing him coming, Xu Su wiped the wet tears on his face and stood up from the sofa. "Xu Sen asked me to call Brother Jiu over. He said...He has something to tell Brother Jiu." Chapter 229: Dormitory for trainees Xu Sen has something to say to him? The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows. Zong Jiu and Xu Sen didn''t spend too much time in private dealings, and it could even be said to be very few. Because the other party''s personality is relatively calm, usually reticent, and seldom speaks out the true thoughts in his heart. But there is no doubt that Xu Sen is a very good person, but he is not good at words, he is absolutely not half-sloppy in his actions, and he knows how to control the field, and he also knows the deep meaning behind each of Zong Jiu''s instructions. It is very good to consider the overall situation. subordinate. In contrast, Xu Su used to explode, often thinking without thinking, many times thanks to Xu Sen for dragging him back. But he has an outgoing personality, so Zong Jiu has dealt with him more. Even Tu Yumen often has nothing to do with this little brother who has not experienced social beatings. So at the moment when Xu Sen made such a request, Zong Jiu couldn''t help but be a little confused. But the doubt turned to doubt, he nodded on the surface: "Okay." Xu Su responded, and in the meantime, he accidentally burped because of crying for too long, and his face flushed immediately after the reaction. Only at this time can we see some traces of once green and popular from this young big boy. Even if Zong Jiu didn''t care about these anymore, it was not the first time he heard people say that Xu Su was getting more and more silent, shutting himself up in the room every day, and opening the training ground in the main system like crazy, in order to make himself stronger. Xu Su wiped away his tears, and solemnly placed the dead book in his hand on the coffee table in front of the sofa, and walked out of the meeting room step by step, not forgetting to help them close the door. It seems that this is a private conversation. Zong Jiu put down his hand and walked to the sofa to sit down. After about three seconds, Xu Sen''s voice came from the air in front of him. "I take the liberty to let Xiao Su call you, sorry to disturb Brother Jiu." "It''s okay." The magician waved his hand, a little strange: "I heard Zhuge secretly say, you ended up using the forbidden black magic by means of sacrifice?" "Yes." Xu Sen replied: "It is indeed a life-consuming black magic sacrifice. Fortunately, it did not hurt the soul, otherwise even the book of the dead is powerless." "But even the book of the dead can only barely communicate with the dead. It is not a summoning technique that can be summoned by the soul. After all, it is just drinking poison to quench thirst." Zong Jiu knew what Xu Sen meant. Even if Zhuge secretly brought the "Book of the Dead" to Xu Su, it was only a short-term balance. Xu Sen is dead, this is an irretrievable fact. Even if you can talk to him through S-level props, there is no way to accompany Xu Su for the rest of his life, because people always have to reincarnate and reincarnate. If they can''t let go of obsession, they will only wander around Wangchuan River. One day the soul will dissipate in heaven and earth. Having said that, Xu Sen paused impenetrably, "So...I want to beg you, no, I beg you." "If you can get the last universal wish ticket, please don''t choose...resurrect everyone." This time, Xu Sen''s request really surprised Zong Jiu, "Why?" "Because the pain will not end." Xu Sen''s always steady voice was also choked with sobs, "Even if I am alive, there is no way to return the survivors to the real world in the infinite loop. Someday in the future, as time goes by, even if I live After coming over, if we can really be with Xu Su, we will also greet the death of another person unstoppably. This is inevitable, and it will definitely come." indeed. In the infinite loop, the survival time of senior survivors is only stable at about three years, but more survivors, let alone a year, can survive even a copy, and the survival rate is horribly low. For advanced and experienced survivors, after passing the horror dungeon with high difficulty, the main system will assign higher and more difficult dungeons according to the strength of the survivor. After such a long time, and from then on, senior survivors can''t escape death. Earlier, it was impossible to test when the infinite loop started to exist. But only from the fact that the representative of Guiguzi also died in the copy of Fengshen Yanyi, it can be known that all those who tried to break this cycle ended up not much better. Just like Xu Sen. If Zong Jiu made a wish for everyone to come alive, everyone would be delighted. However, after they return to the infinite loop from the thriller trainee game, and when the rest time for the game reward runs out, the survivors are destined to return to the mode where they are forced to enter the horror dungeon to perform tasks every month. Maybe the next year will be happy, but what about two years, three years? Xu Sen trembled and said, "But we have no way... we can meet the other side''s death again." Everyone can see how much psychological shadow and harm Xu Su''s departure caused by Xu Sen this time. Even if it is changed to Xu Sen, it is the same. Especially if one party is resurrected in the future, after mutual understanding and determination of the relationship, they still know that there is a dead end under their feet. This is the case for the first separation, let alone the second? "I know this request is very selfish, but when Xu Su said it to me, it was the only thought I had." Xu Sen recalled the moment when he successfully contacted him when he got the book of the dead not long ago, Xu Su cried into tears while happily telling him that when the Nine Brothers decided to kill all the dead companions, Xu Sen said nothing. Said, but my heart was suddenly filled with sorrow. "So... if you can, please don''t make this wish." Xu Sen''s voice was obviously tainted with an unquenchable cry. Obviously, this decision and request made him so determined and cruel. Who doesn''t want to live and kiss the one he loves in the sun? "If I can, I just want Xu Su to live well, it''s best to get out of the infinite loop, and then... forget me." This was also the first time that Zong Jiu made a promise with them. He said that he wanted to take everyone out of the infinite loop. There was silence in the conference room. Suddenly, Zong Jiu asked suddenly: "Did Zhuge An talk to you?" Xu Sen let out an "Ah", and there was an unpretentious dazed voice in his voice: "No...he didn''t talk to me at all. It was Xu Su who contacted me and summoned me all the time. " The magician twisted his eyebrows impenetrably, gently rubbing his hands on the temples, and his pale pink pupils were thinking deeply. Reminiscent of what Fan Zhuo said to him alone in the conference room, the devil secretly dismissed Zhuge''s comments. Even thinking forward, Xu Sen and Zhuge secretly entered the S-rank dungeon together. Zhuge secretly walked through the wrong space door and put himself in a dangerous situation in the dungeon. He consumed his stand-in doll props for Xu Sen, and finally made an unusual contribution. Sacrifice... And now, why did Zhuge An happen to be able to randomly open the S-level props to the dead book, and send this prop to Xu Su''s hands for the first time? Zong Jiu Lenovo is not to blame, but this series of coincidences is too coincidental. If there are too many coincidences, then coincidences are not coincidences, but inevitable. Zong Jiu didn''t doubt that Zhuge had such an ability. Whether it is his unpredictable, overdrafting his own ability to predict the future, or his elusive mind and brain twisting around. There seemed to be a flash of light that couldn''t be faster in his mind, but when he wanted to catch up, it disappeared in the depths of his mind. To no avail, Zong Jiu put down his hands and said flatly: "I know." "I can understand your thoughts. But you never seem to have considered Xu Su''s thoughts." The white-haired young man hit the nail on the head: "For Xu Su, he doesn''t, and he doesn''t want to think about the future or the future. He just wants you back." "If he knows that you have said these things to me on your own, and if you want to make him erase the memory and return to reality, then he will be very angry." "I know." Xu Sen said bitterly, "but I just want him to live." Xu Su can''t think so far, he just wants Xu Sen to come back, and he just wants to hug his lover who has failed to show his heart. But Xu Sen would think far, far away, not only for the present, but also for the future, and he didn''t want to make Xu Su sad. If there is another time, whether it is Xu Su or Xu Sen''s death, the other person will definitely die without hesitation. "I am already dead, but he is still alive. As long as I live, there is hope." Rarely, Zong Jiu was a little confused. He is not able to appreciate such feelings. Such a person is willing to give up his chance to live in exchange for the carefree feelings of another person. Just like when he asked an old nun when he was very young, the book said that no one would treat another person nicely for no reason. Why did you adopt me and take care of me from childhood without asking for anything in return? The old nun said it was love. Zong Jiu still doesn''t understand, and hasn''t figured it out for so many years. Once in a copy of the Crazy Circus, he said to the devil that hate can''t restrain a person, but love can. The most different nature between him and the devil is that Zong Jiu admits that there is love, but he doesn''t understand. The devil not only didn''t understand or admit it, he also sneered at it. Just like Xu Su and Xu Sen, is this love? Maybe it is. The magician thought. Love is sacrifice, love is courage, love is fearless. But even if Zong Jiu can know what this is, it must be substituted into his own body, so that he will give up his own interests and his happiness for someone... At a certain moment, an obscure shadow flashed across his mind, and then it was extinguished in the next second. impossible. A magician can never give up or sacrifice anything because of another person. "I know what you''re here for." Zong Jiu stopped thinking about this. He stood up from the sofa with a calm tone: "If there is a chance, I will consider it." "If you can, please cut off the communication first, wait for Xu Su to come in later, I will give him the book of the dead, and regardless of the outcome, I will not disclose the content of our conversation." "Okay, thank you for your generosity." Xu Sen immediately replied, disappearing behind the book of the dead again. Silence fell into the meeting room again. After confirming that Xu Sen had left, Zong Jiu picked up the dead book on the coffee table and took out his tarot card from the system backpack. He put his fingers on top of the two S-level props, his pupils sinking slightly. No matter what, Zong Jiu always had a grudge against that deceitful moon card. He wanted to know what Zhuge secretly lied to him, and which part of the prophecy was concealed. Chapter 230: Dormitory for trainees I don''t know why, although it hasn''t been long since I came out, Xu Su who was outside the meeting room was inexplicably uneasy. He leaned against the wall, lowered his head and stared at the toe of his shoe. The joy in his heart faded a little, he no longer slapped his tears, and his head calmed down a lot. God knows how excited he was when he knew that "Book of the Dead" could be used to summon the dead and talk to them. Both of these two copies of Xu Su lived horribly. He didn''t know what he was doing, and he knew exactly what he was doing. It is no exaggeration to say that everything seemed to lose its color in Xu Su''s eyes. From then on he didn''t know why he would live, and what else could he do. After getting the Xu Sen''s relic "The Book of the Black Hen" that Zhuge An brought back to him from the copy, he stayed in the dormitory alone for three days in a muddle-headed manner. Xu Su kept crying. When I was tired from crying, I fell back to sleep, woke up and sat on the bed again, motionless, and started crying again. Later, I cried until my tears were dry, so I had to sit, like a fixed statue, unable to feel the flow of time, holding the A-level props. Later he woke up because he saw what Xu Sen left him in the book. Xu Sen wants him to live. So this sentence became Xu Su''s only obsession. He was like a sudden old tens of years, and he no longer had the aura of the original agility, and he made himself the appearance of Xu Sen. While in the copy of the orphanage, Xu Su was almost caught by the ghost hand. That hand was very cold, very cold, and the cold seemed to penetrate his bone marrow. For a moment, Xu Su thought, if he died in this way, would he be a hundred dollars. But he can''t die. If Brother Nine finally lets Xu Sen come back, he will have to beat him up. Xu Su couldn''t help but smile at the corner of his mouth thinking about what he was like at the time. He had never thought that he could still talk to Xu Sen like this. Just talking is enough to make him happy and happy. Xu Su believes in Zong Jiu more than anyone. I believe that Brother Nine will create miracles. He stretched out his hand and looked at his palm-printed palm. I don''t know what Xu Sen is going to say to Brother Nine alone. Wouldn''t you want to ask Brother Jiu about his own situation during this period of time? Xu Su began to speculate aimlessly. Thinking of his decadence during this period, he couldn''t help but hammer his head, feeling a little regretful. Just as Xu Su was thinking about it, the door of the meeting room behind him suddenly heard a slight opening and closing sound. He quickly turned around, "Brother Nine!" The white-haired young man who came out of the meeting room looked as usual, with only a few imperceptible coldness on the brows and the ends of the eyes. Xu Su stood up subconsciously and honestly, just like a primary school student about to be trained by the dean, with his hands on the seams of his pants, standing neatly and upright. "Ok?" He yelled so, and Zong Jiu, who was still immersed in his thoughts just now, came back to his senses. Seeing Xu Su''s face sitting upright, the magician raised his eyebrows: "Why are you suddenly waiting for criticism?" "Brother Nine, don''t make fun of me, I''m not happy." Xu Su scratched his head, revealing the first smile from the heart in more than two months. He glanced at the book of dead souls in Zong Jiu''s hand, his tone hesitated: "He didn''t say anything, did he?" "It''s nothing." Now that Xu Sen has promised that he will not disclose the content of the dialogue, Zong Jiu will naturally keep his promise, "There was something just now, I will let him go back first. If you want to find him, you have to restructure the communication." Xu Su nodded obediently. The white-haired young man handed Xu Su the dead book in his hand: "Here." After watching Xu Su happily accepting the Book of Undead, Zong Jiuzhang asked casually, "Zhuge secretly gave you this book? Did he say anything else to you when he gave it to you?" Xu Su also showed a dazed expression: "No." "Big Brother Zhuge said that he got an S-level item that can communicate with the dead, and then directly transferred this item to me." Xu Su''s luck is not as good as Zhuge An, but as the last 100 survivors of the thriller trainee competition, he also received an S-level prop blind box issued by the main system, and drew out a cross prop from it. He scratched his head: "Because I''m really embarrassed, so I still want to give the S-level props I got to Da Zhuge, but he said he doesn''t need it, let me keep it for myself." "By the way, Brother Nine asked this, is there anything wrong?" "It''s okay." Zong Jiu denied: "Just ask casually." After speaking, he and Xu Su said briefly, and after nothing else, they left the door of the meeting room and walked towards their dormitory. The journey was not long, but Zong Jiu walked very slowly and walked for a long time. Undoubtedly, according to what Zhuge An once said, he hoped that Zong Jiu made a wish to let everyone out of the infinite loop. Had it not been for this premise, when I was in the deserted village, I had always been an enemy and a friend, and Zhuge An, who was on the edge of the theater, would not lend a helping hand, let alone a later fight between Zong Jiu and the devil. A great effort. It can be said that Zhuge secretly agreed to help him, one is Zong Jiu''s identity as the savior, and the other is the promise he once made. Otherwise, Zhuge An would not have said that when Zong Jiu agreed to Xu Su. but now...... Zong Jiu put away his thoughts, edited a short message to Fan Zhuo, and opened the door of his dormitory. The rest time is one month. The time for the final battle is getting closer, and the atmosphere in the trainee dormitory has become more relaxed and full of joy. It''s a pity that although the horror trainee competition is conducted in draft mode, there is no way for the audience to participate in the shooting, otherwise Zong Jiu will definitely be the well-deserved first place. After closing the door, Zong Jiu lowered his head and put on cotton slippers. When several cats saw him back, they rushed over quickly, rubbing their heads against the magician''s feet, very affectionate. His room was exactly the same as when he left, with the fireplace burning and heavy snow falling. The white reflections projected in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, intertwined with the dim light in the room, with a cold and pale beauty. However, in such a quiet background, someone released Carmen. Zong Jiu bent down and picked up a few cats. After walking out of the hallway, he saw a figure lying lazily on his bed without surprise. "Don''t you own a bed?" The black-haired man bored his gaze away from the floating light screen, and said innocently, "But I like your bed better." indeed. This bed is full of the cold breath that belongs to the magician alone. The devil had always liked the smell on Zong Jiu, although the latter had always felt that this was an illusion contrived by No.1. Since he used the authority of a mentor to merge the two dormitories, and was forced to change back after Zong Jiu¡¯s objection, someone did it on the surface, but in private, he was able to enter and leave at will, taking the other¡¯s dormitory as his own. of. As long as Zong Jiu is in the dormitory, the devil will not stop. Even if the magician lay down in front of the fireplace to read a book, the devil would have to go over and rub a blanket. The other party was in estrus anytime, anywhere, without the curse, Zong Jiu resumed his usual attitude that it doesn''t matter whether he has it or not. Therefore, in order to achieve his own goals, the devil seeks out work for the magician all day long, and he is always happy. Moreover, he was very boring. Seeing that Zong Jiu raised a few cats, he also learned how to pinch a few black cats out with shadows, and commanded the two cats to fight each other every day. Forget it, the most important thing is that the energy is too strong. Sometimes when Zong Jiu gets angry, he just fights with him and then fights. Without exception, the ending will be rolled together. Zong Jiugang wanted to scold him. When he turned around, he saw the devil moved the charred doll rabbit to his bed. He took the magpie''s nest with a righteous man, and even patted his bedside as a matter of course. I set aside enough space for myself. Zong Jiu: "..." When Zong Jiu lived alone, the room was always quiet. Now that there is an additional demon, the other party physically makes the magician''s clean life become lively. What he didn''t realize was that the devil had already invaded his private space step by step before he knew it, and squeezed into his life forcefully. "Baby, what kind of decisive battle do you like?" Just when Zong Jiu bowed his head to give a few cats a smooth hair, the devil suddenly asked, "Since it is our final battle, it must be interesting enough." "Whatever you want, I will win anyway." Zong Jiu didn''t look back. "Then leave it to the main system." The man got up from the bed, walked expertly behind the magician, leaned his head on the opponent''s shoulder, was not angry after being opened, and narrowed his eyes instead. "If you win, Mr. Magic, what would you wish for?" Earlier in the Crazy Circus you asked me the answer section of the demons vaguely revealed. The main system completes a period of cause and effect in the form of "making a wish" and "realizing a wish" in order to return itself to a higher dimension. Since the main body of wish realization is the main system, the wish of "the main system disappears from now on" will certainly not be realized, and we can only start from the side. "If you really intend to listen to the opinion of that nameless rat and let the entire infinite loop be destroyed, the main system will most likely realize it ruthlessly." Destroying the infinite loop hurts the main system''s vitality, but it will definitely agree in the end. In order to wait for this opportunity to return to high-dimensionality, the main system has been prepared for a long time. It consumes energy to create an infinite loop, even the purpose of cooperating with the devil is this. If you miss this opportunity, the next opportunity may never come again. So even if the wishing interval can only be completed within the scope of the main system, as long as it is not too outrageous, the main system will be implemented for trainees. "Don''t you think it''s fun here, why do you want to cling to those unnecessary things?" The man¡¯s fingertips twirled over him: "We are all the same kind of people, who like to pursue excitement. There are things that are not in the real world. Why should we care about the ideas of those ants?" "If you want to destroy this place, I won''t be able to play with you in the future." The devil slowly tightened the hands that surrounded the magician, and said in a tone that was almost casual, "I''ll be sad, baby." Chapter 231: Final battle In any case, a month later, under everyone''s eager anticipation, the final battle finally arrived. On this day, both survivors and other trainees stood at the door of the live studio and studio hall, and the viewing rate reached an astonishing 99%. For the whole months of the competition, everyone was exhausted, and it happened that in the last round, we could watch the excitement and decide who the trainee to reach the top was. As time gets closer, the look of excitement on everyone''s face becomes more and more obvious. Before the time has come, the voice of the main system will begin deployment preparations. [Panoramic camera is being turned on... successfully turned on] [The main system will open a special camera for the final battle. This camera is only available for voting, and S-level trainees will not be broadcast live when they enter the duel dungeon] The barrage in the live broadcast room was in an uproar. [What, the duel transcript is not broadcast live? ¡¿ [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, i really want to see the dungeon This dungeon is a 1v1 duel, with so many S ranks, you can finally watch the gods fight, the main system, you can''t help but be a human! ! ! ¡¿ [Although, upstairs, the main system is not human (doge)] [I don¡¯t care about me, I really want to watch the dungeon showdown! ! One person''s blood book! ¡¿ When everyone was booing, a long barrage from trainees slowly slipped past the most conspicuous part of the live broadcast room. [In fact, it doesn¡¯t matter if you don¡¯t look at it. The main system will definitely control the flow rate of the dungeons. It won¡¯t take long for a 1v1 copy to come, and it¡¯s not a play house. Two people can only survive one...] [Have you never thought about it? The iron law of infinite loops has always been that survivors are not allowed to kill each other. Now this iron law is open. If the process is still broadcast live, the loser will not only have to bear the pain of failure and loss of life? , You have to watch the death process, it¡¯s too inhumane] [It makes sense, I think this big trainee is right] As soon as this barrage came out, many survivors and trainees expressed their approval and support. Just as everyone followed this idea and started discussing, the lights in the studio hall suddenly went out. Ten lights are lit one after another, projecting from the top of the hall on the top of the ten highest thrones. A full ten S-levels, including No.1 who has not been seen all the year round, also sat on it. He has a suit and leather shoes with a budding rose in his chest, and a trace of laziness in his dark golden pupils. [This final battle will be supervised by the instructor throughout the whole process to ensure the progress of the game] [By the way, instructors don¡¯t like noisy environments] Suddenly, the trainees who were still noisy just now fell silent, and they didn''t dare to show up. [It calmed down all of a sudden, and even the barrage didn¡¯t even dare to send it after a long time] [Too real, worthy of being that adult] [I''m really nervous, to be honest, I like all S-levels now, and I don''t want any of them to die...] [Me too, S grades are very good people, everyone has their own principles and standpoints, although they have different positions, but I still hope that everyone can be safe and sound in the end] [I hope everyone is safe and pray.jpg] ...... ¡¾time up¡¿ As soon as the hour came, the main system directly opened the local space transfer. The top throne disappeared in place at the same time. [The final battle officially begins] [Nine contestants and their instructors will be transferred to the special preparation venue for the dungeon of the final battle, all viewers are requested to move to the live broadcast room to watch] ...... After a familiar space teleported, Zong Jiu opened his eyes. This is a pure white space, white and without borders, like rolling clouds, just floating in the void with pure white door frames. The ten thrones were gathered into a circle, facing a black conference table facing each other. There is a small symbol in front of everyone on the table. The representative symbol of Zong Jiu is a hollowed out playing card, and the representative symbol of Tuyumen next to it is a blue symbol of Onmyoji. A little further, the dark symbol of Zhuge is a gray-black gossip plate, the representative symbol of Fan Zhuo is the holy emblem of the blood family, the representative symbol of Messiah is a light golden magic circle, and the black wizard and the exorcist are black respectively. Mist and a drop of bright silver holy water. Of course, there are no.1 red roses. "Good day." The first to speak was the demon sitting on the main seat, "As the instructor presiding over this final battle, I will explain the rules of this decisive battle dungeon for everyone." He laid his hands on the table lazily, and his gaze slowly swept across every S-class present, and he stayed on Zong Jiu for an exceptionally long time. Now is the time for the much-anticipated live broadcast. As the unquestioned focus, the first person''s every move is infinitely magnified. When even there was a barrage, he appeared suspiciously. [Why does that adult keep staring at the magician? ¡¿ [I also want to ask this, he looked at them one by one, without looking at the boss of the Tuyumen, he directly fixed his sight] [Isn''t the adult always very optimistic about magicians? It should be a look of encouragement and appreciation] [What I said upstairs makes sense, after all, magicians have been the only exception for so many years, but why I always find this look a bit strange... Followers don¡¯t spray me, all my family members are still alive and you can¡¯t worry about it] ...... Under such fiery and substantive gazes, Zong Jiu didn''t look up, and he didn''t even bother to give one of his eyes. The demon in the first place was not annoyed, but narrowed his eyes, just like a truly competent teacher, and started his explanation. "The main system will randomly assign a combination copy. If one party abstains, the other party advances. If neither party abstains, the 1v1 decisive battle copy will be opened." Just as the magician lowered his head to play the playing cards in his hand, he suddenly felt that something slightly twitched under his ankle. Zong Jiu twisted his eyebrows lightly, and looked down subconsciously. Of course, he didn''t see anything. Zong Jiu withdrew his gaze and decided to ignore it. As a result, the thing hidden in the void became more and more free because of his indulgence. Not only was it wrapped around his ankle in circles, but there was even a shadow or two submerged in the trouser leg, suggestively starting to cruise. Some people don''t know what convergence is by nature, and they always have to make an inch of it, which makes people intolerable. The white-haired young man raised his eyes in warning and glared at the devil. [Mom, I''m not mistaken, how do I feel that the magician looks murderous in his eyes? ¡¿ [I have also seen...Is it so brave? Obviously that adult is encouraging and optimistic about the magician. This is not so good, right?] [As everyone knows, that adult is not a good person, so it should be called offensive] [It''s over, will the magician be hated! ¡¿ The barrages were all shocked, and they all gave the magician a cold sweat. As a result, the next second, what caused everyone to fall through their glasses was that the person at the top was not only not angry, but even showed an unexplained smile. Turning to raise his right hand wearing white gloves, he lowered his head and kissed softly at his fingertips, like It is to pass a certain signal. No matter it was the S-class present or the onlookers, no one could understand this action. The gray-haired youth''s face grew colder and colder. He recalled that he was still proud of the spring breeze the day before yesterday, but he was inadvertently said yesterday. He was caught by the demon in the bathtub. The other party took his hand and licked it carefully. During the period, he was forced to do something indescribable. . So now Zong Jiu felt uncomfortable seeing this action. Other people looked at their interaction and said: "???" Although the discerning people know that they seem to have some unusual problems, everyone still has no idea what dumb riddles these two men are playing. After teasing the magician contentedly, the demon in a good mood turned around and announced the business. "Game start." [Received] The main system said coldly [The first round of random allocation of copies begins] [Practices please follow the symbols on the space gate to be in their respective positions. If you want to give up your qualifications, please submit to the main system after entering the space gate] ¡¾Random allocation in the first round, one of the nine S-levels will be bye. For the fairness of the game, a bye must pass the instructor assessment before he can get the right to continue the game] In the next second, on the pure white space door floating behind the throne and the conference table, the symbols and marks represented by each S-level trainee began to slowly appear. A few seconds later, tsunami-like discussions swept through the live broadcast room. [My God... this group, what a death group this is! ¡¿ [Zhuge vs. Tu Yumen, Poseidon vs. Son, Dark Wizard vs. Black Azan, Exorcist vs. Vampire, Magic vs...? ? Ah... The magician was lucky, he got a bye in the first round] [Where is good luck? Upstairs wake up... Such a good potential stock, but his attitude just now, if that adult is in a bad mood, wouldn''t he even be unable to pass the first level? ¡¿ [Ah, ah, ah, no! ! With that said, my whole heart is lifted up] [There is no need to do this, at least one person will not survive the assessment of the instructor like the 1v1 dungeon. If the magician fails the assessment, he will only be eliminated. Looking at it this way, it¡¯s definitely better to have a bye] There is no doubt that this grouping made everyone hold their breath. In these five teams, all the teams are in the same camp. [That being said, what should I do now? The same group must have one abstention, otherwise they still have to meet each other? ¡¿ [I am also thinking about this question. In the final analysis, it is still a universal wishing ticket, even if it is from the same camp... If you really want to give up at this time, wouldn¡¯t it be a loss?] [And it should not be possible to abstain at the same time. If they abstain at the same time, if the opponent assigned next is the opponent''s camp, wouldn''t it be for nothing? ¡¿ [Fuck, it''s too difficult, what kind of garbage grouping idiot the main system, I take it] Zong Jiu lowered his eyes. He didn''t look at Zhuge An, but instead glanced at Van Zhuo without a trace. The latter''s eyes carried the last question, as if asking him whether to make the final decision. Zong Jiu hesitated and nodded. So Van Zhuo stood up first and pushed open the space door with his symbol printed on it. Upon seeing this, the Tuyumen and the Exorcist followed closely. Zhuge raised his eyes and glanced at Zong Jiu silently, and followed the Onmyoji to walk into the dungeon. [Live broadcast has been cut off] The huge white space fell into silence again. This is also part of the plan, and so far, everything is running smoothly. According to the personality of the devil''s pride, it is impossible for him to do anything about the competition system. In order to prevent suspicion, for example, the trainees worry that if one side abstains, the other side advances, and finally stays on the field for a wheel fight, he simply asked the main system to bring all the trainees of the same camp together. In this way, as long as it is abstaining, both parties abstain together, and there will be no worries. When the other eight S-Class abstained, there were only two remaining decisive battles. This is the last battle between the magician and the devil alone. "Baby, what are you thinking?" Across the desktop from afar, the devil asked with a smile, "Five hours, such a long time, just to wait, it is too wasteful." "Why... let''s do something meaningful." Chapter 232: Final battle Faced with the demon''s apparently malicious proposal, Zong Jiu didn''t even give him a charity in his eyes. He put his hands on the surface of the black round table, his fingertips pressed against the pattern of playing cards engraved on the table, his expression dignified. After the other S-Class left, the entire conference room became very quiet, incredibly quiet, only the clouds on the ground were still rolling. The sight of the white-haired youth is firmly falling on one of the pure white space doors. A gray-black gossip plate and a dark blue yin and yang symbol are engraved on the door of that space door. It''s different from those survivors who are worried now, waiting for five hours outside the live broadcast room before the live broadcast restarts. From the beginning of the final battle to the announcement of the first round of dungeon candidates just now, there was not much nervousness on the faces of all S-class present, because everyone knew that today was just a process. The final main battlefield is still left to the demons and magicians. In other words, although this method is not an option, no one except the magician has the confidence to compete with this long-established and unpredictable No.1. Even just a few other S-class puppets, it is enough to make them burned. Unexpectedly, this time the demon was unexpectedly speaking very well. He condescendingly said that as long as they don''t disturb him and the magician''s final battle without long eyes, he can even consider mercilessly considering lifting the control of those deeply manipulating puppets. At the beginning, the devil manipulated the S-level and reached or fulfilled the transaction with the main system. It was second, mainly for fun. Now, the devil has found a magician who is more fun and will never be tired of him, so why bother to pay attention to other inferior products that are not so fun? Now the devil is full of eyes and there is only one person. Even if other people don¡¯t understand this truth, the exorcist and the black Azan are best friends, and the Tumimon and Messiah are also old acquaintances. Although the black wizard is not the kind of perverse personality to kill innocent people, Bo Saidong is a muscular man who thinks less about things. None of these S-ranks committed heinous crimes, but the evil thoughts in their hearts gave the demons a chance. As long as the human heart still has evil thoughts, the depth control cannot be lifted unless the devil himself removes the puppet line. Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, the trainees on Zong Jiu''s side are still inclined to agree to the devil''s conditions. As for Zong Jiu, he doesn''t care about this result or decision. Because he knows that no matter which direction to follow, or whether the two sides do not give up, or both sides take a step back, it does not matter. The important thing is that he and the devil are destined to have such a battle, and it is inevitable. They would not want to avoid it. Because no matter how many descriptive modifiers or even defining words are added to the old enemy, it is impossible to change the nature of their contradiction. What is the only way to quell all this? Maybe there is, maybe not, who knows. The white-haired young man¡¯s fingertips curled up, and the cards under his fingertips pierced the sky mercilessly, but they were only blocked by the ubiquitous puppet line, kissed by a man, and the clown with its teeth and claws seemed to be showing that it was gradually heating up. air. Zong Jiu really couldn''t bear it this time, "Take me your puppet thread." In such a serious and solemn occasion, a decisive battle is about to come. Zong Jiu was full of thoughts about what method should be used to defeat the devil later, and how to win the beautiful, and he fiercely regained his loss in the punishment dungeon last time. As a result, the other party fell well, sitting at the top of the conference table, dressed well, with a lazy smile, but in private, he manipulated the puppet thread around the magician''s ankle, suggestively teasing, thinking about this time. How should I take the other side apart and eat it? Perhaps this is the gap in the pursuit of life. Zong Jiu is conscientious in playing the role of savior, defeating the devil is his ultimate goal and source of happiness. The devil is always thinking about how to trick his little savior into bed. "You can''t blame me for this." Seeing Zong Jiu''s complexion stained with sullen anger, the man stood up and walked unhurriedly, his face full of innocence. He leaned down/over, staring closely at the unconscious dark pupils around the white-haired youth, and the end of the crimson tie on his chest fell on the magician''s chest. "Baby, you must not know how charming you look on the throne." The devil recalled the scene just now. The white-haired magician sitting on the throne has a cold face, and the warm light projected from above has coated his whole body with an unreachable halo, just like looking down in a shrine forever, arrogant and compassionate to the world. Idol. But the devil knew better than anyone that the magician and the undesirable gods had nothing to do with each other, but this did not prevent him from feeling that this scene was extremely dazzling, and gave birth to a strong desire for destruction. I want to tear this expression to pieces, let his calm and proud mask fall off, let the silvery white moonlight be dyed with the dark color that belongs to the abyss, and lock him in the mud of the swamp where he was born, playing until he can''t make a sound. The devil has always obeyed his own desires/hopes. He thought so, so he did. "I hate your look." Zong Jiu looked at him coldly, and suddenly pulled the tie and pushed down the opponent''s head. "Since you think so, do it yourself." This has become their unspoken rule every time. If the devil wants to do something, at least the first step is to let the magician have that interest. ...... Soon, Zong Jiu discovered that he still underestimated the devil. He felt that this incident was not very harmful and very insulting. Most of the opponents retreated after the first step and returned him clean. But it seems that for the devil, as long as he can finally achieve his goal, it seems that the process is not important. He was very happy to make Zong Jiulu startled, out of control, and more willing to see the magician sinking into impatience. The white-haired magician sat on the throne, neatly dressed. If you only look at the upper body, you think he is a king who is holding a scepter and is now waiting for the audience of his subjects. "Uh..." However, now he closed his eyes tightly, his long silver-white eyelashes trembled, and his thin, pale lips were also stained with a thrilling blood. They were so red that they were as beautiful as a peach blossom in the beginning of a garden. Seeing the magician''s uncontrollable appearance, the devil squinted his eyes triumphantly, intending to make a habit of teasing twice. However, as soon as he wanted to raise his head, Zong Jiu grabbed his black hair fiercely, but continued to exert force on his wrist, as if you should raise your head, I would continue to push you down. Hiss, it really hurts. Seeing how delicious the little magician is now, he didn''t even suppress the sound between the lips and teeth in his throat as usual. The devil thought nonchalantly, but it was rare for him to follow Zong Jiu''s intentions and continue to wait hard. For a time, such an ambiguous and rich atmosphere occupied the vast pure white space. Boiling hot passed his own temperature to the cold, and was accepted by the cold, and the moonlight fell into the darkness. It is difficult to describe Zong Jiu''s current mood. Comfort is second, and the most important thing... is the comfort of watching your old enemy work hard in front of you. At least Zong Jiu''s mood can be seen rising straight to the naked eye, and he has not restrained himself, comfortably stepping on the clouds to the peak. The man straightened up, rolled his Adam''s apple twice, and finally licked his lips. The scarlet tip of his tongue also rolled in the little bit that accidentally leaked from his lips, showing a very flat smile, "Thank you for the hospitality." Zong Jiu was too lazy to care about him. He was refreshed now, so he swept over the windbreaker jacket again, lifted his chin slightly, signaled that the other party could roll, and put on his pants the image of a scumbag who didn''t recognize anyone. Seeing him like this, the look of danger in the devil''s pupils grew stronger. He bullied himself up, confined people to the narrow square inch of the throne, and pressed his lips and tongue relentlessly. After a kiss, their positions have also changed. This time the one sitting on the throne became a demon, and the magician was picked up by him and placed on himself. The clothes of the two people are very neat, if you ignore the action, they are more like a pair of lovers hugging each other on the throne. "You''re done, it''s my turn, baby?" The man lowered his voice, his pupils flashed with deep darkness that swept like a storm, and his fingers squeezed into the magician''s slender hands like forcefully, forcing the latter to clasp his fingers. He had done this action too many times in the past month, so he found the position when he was familiar with the road, put the latter''s hand in his palm, and pecked and kissed. "It''s a pity, if the live broadcast is still on, everyone will see the current appearance of Your Excellency." The devil said so, his eyes not letting go of any of the other''s tiny expressions. That''s strange. With his crazy possessiveness, how could it be seen by others. Even if people look at the magician in the eyes of others on weekdays, he can''t restrain his tyrannical killing intent. The shadow shattered the entire punishment copy, tore the evil spirits into pieces, and dissipated in the chaos forever. Because this is mine. only me. Everyone thought that one of them would die, and stabbed the knife into the other''s heart. But whoever wanted it, they were entangled on the throne, kissed, and shared the original joy. In his spare time, Zong Jiu seemed to see a flash of loneliness in the opponent''s pupils. As if being bewitched, he put his sweat-soaked hand on the opponent''s shoulder, and wanted to get closer to see clearly, as if he wanted to see clearly what the opponent was hiding behind a cloud of black mist and sticky malice, but he was caught by the opponent. Grab a deep kiss and can''t escape. The kiss was long, but it didn''t smell bloody, nor did it aggressively plunder. It was so long that the air in the lungs ran out, and they separated out of breath. "The mentor assessment only needs to satisfy the mentor to pass the test." The devil suddenly said a word without beginning and ending. Even with carefully selected venues, there will always be times to lose interest. He tapped the corner of his mouth, and curled up a smile that didn''t make the slightest difference in normal days. "It''s easy to satisfy me, you know, baby." A layer of lies is separated by another layer of lies. There may be a layer of truth behind a lie, but no one knows whether the truth is a lie or the truth. Just like the devil opened his long-awaited gift box, the gift he got was a replacement of his identity from the dealer to the gambler. There is only one winner, and the crown of victory will only be worn on one person''s head. There will always be someone who will win, and there will always be someone who will definitely lose from the beginning. For some reason, Zong Jiu suddenly remembered what the devil had said not long ago. ¡®If you want to go back to the real world or destroy it, I won¡¯t be able to play with you. ¡¯ When he said this, the man''s tone was very brisk, as if he was talking about the weather, he was very lazy and casual. But Zong Jiu knew that he must not think so in his heart. Definitely Not. But in the next second, the magician''s thoughts were interrupted. The devil picked up his long hair scattered on his back, drawing people closer to him. "Five hours is still long, let''s come a few more times, baby." After a long time, when Zong Jiu couldn''t count how many times he reached the peak, he seemed to hear a vague voice in the silence. Very light, very immature, like an illusion. ¡ª¡ªWill you stay and play with me? At that moment, Zong Jiu heard the voice of the little devil. The back of the scorched doll shrank on the big bed, trembling with the sound of thunder and rain. However, when he lowered his head, he was greeted with another hot and unreasonable kiss. Chapter 233: Final battle After entering the space door, the exorcist then withdrew his worried look behind him. He looked at Fan Zhuo who walked in with him. Fan Zhuo''s face is very solemn now, standing straight to the side, silent. The exorcist asked, "How is it, is there any new news?" The half-vampire shook his head slowly: "No, it''s still only 30% sure." The two were relatively silent for a while. Solidified colors began to appear around this space, intertwined piece by piece, and it looked like someone had painted dirty patches of color on it with an oil pen. "Hey, it''s obviously such a thing, and I can''t help with a little bit of help. I''m really unwilling." The exorcist shook his head, "Anyway, there is only one magician." Van Zhuo drew the saber from his waist with his backhand, placed the Caligula across his chest, and swept it slightly with his fingertips. "My family in the real world has a warning, if you want to protect the cubs, you must push them off the cliff like an eagle." His dark red pupils stared at the emblem on the saber. The style of this emblem is a bit weird and gorgeous, just like the night race represented by the entire vampire. At the beginning, after almost certain that it was unthinkable and taken for granted, like a guess that swept away the entire clue, Fan Zhuo planned to stay. But Zong Jiu clearly refused his help. Of course Fan Zhuo understood and respected all his decisions. "He has never been a dodder who needs protection, on the contrary, he is very strong." "Vultures don''t worry about the eagles. From the moment we choose to stand in the magician''s camp, shouldn''t this be something that has been awakened and taken for granted?" "Indeed." The exorcist sighed, "Magicians have always been excellent and can be alone." When they first entered the infinite loop, didn''t these S-levels also rolled all the way and crawled over. In the beginning, everyone was a newcomer, struggling to survive in this world full of despair and fear. Later, I experienced a lot more and looked at it, my character is more tenacious than others, and I have adapted to the rules here in advance, and luckily After getting the special props, he came to where he is today. But the magician is different. The magician is a pure newcomer who can no longer be pure. When he first entered the thriller trainee competition, he even only got the initial evaluation of E-level from the main system. You know, the initial rating of the main system will be based on the potential of the newcomer. There is no shortage of newcomers with particularly high potential, who were rated as exclusive to senior survivors like C-level in the first round, but in the subsequent dungeons, these newcomers are almost all broken. Others didn''t know that Zong Jiu was a book wearer, but they only felt that the main system had some misunderstandings. "In that case, let''s go. Wait until we get out and see what the result is." The exorcist stretched in the same place: "Finally, it''s the last copy. Let''s finish it quickly. I also want to go back and laugh at Azan in black, the guy who accidentally stumbled." At this moment, the voice of the main system happened to sound. [The 1v1 dungeon is being opened...The final battle dungeon will automatically open after thirty seconds] [Practices in the countdown can choose to waive their qualifications at will] The exorcist and Fan Zhuo looked at each other. [Is it determined to give up the qualification for the final battle, note: giving up the qualification is equivalent to giving up the right to use the universal wish ticket] "determine." "determine." The familiar feeling of transmission weightlessness began to surge from the two of them. In the next second, the solidified space disappeared. They returned to the empty studio hall. ...... At the other end, the survivors and trainees who were closely watching the changes in the field were taken aback. Although the live broadcast room is closed, they can still see the symbol on it through the dark screen. Different symbols are placed together, indicating that they are assigned to the same 1v1 copy. Just in the middle, a hollowed silver-white playing card and a bright red rose leaned against each other. Although the main system announced that it would not announce the internal live broadcast of the dungeon of the decisive battle, the audience can judge the winner of the first round of dungeon by lighting or dimming the symbol. No one dared to relax their vigilance. Even if there were only icons, everyone was staring at it with bated breath, for fear of missing the slightest change. "These groups are all in the same camp...If you don''t meet each other, you can only be forced to abstain. I don''t know who will abstain." "That''s right, the main system group is too fucking. How can there be such a coincidence that all the groups that happen to be assigned are all of the same camp." "If you are determined to make trouble, maybe you will come to an alliance to break up at the beginning, and then stand in your own interests. Alas...You don''t know that the main system likes to play with the human heart. " As time went by, everyone''s guesses became more and more outrageous. But there is no doubt that there are few magicians in this wave. Just now in the live broadcast room, the magician was arrogant and disrespectful to the instructor. Everyone had seen it, and he just got a bye for the instructor assessment. What ending should be greeted now, everyone felt cold sweat in their hearts. "Carry it away, lift it away, the magician was a decent man before his death." "Hey, why bother, that adult admires him so much, and he can live it hard if he works hard, he has to die by himself." For a time, many followers came out to ridicule. This time the magician''s fans are on fire. As a newcomer, Zong Jiu, who counterattacked to the apex of the pyramid and relied on his own personal efforts to achieve class ascension, is quite popular among survivors. Apart from a certain no.1 in the forum, he was the most discussed. So the two parties were torn apart. At this moment of excitement, a survivor suddenly screamed. "Look! The symbol has changed!" One stone stirred up a thousand waves. There has indeed been a change. Starting from the first dark blue yin and yang symbol, a black mark suddenly appeared on the top, saying Abstention. "The Lord Tuyumen abstained from voting!" Those with agility remember that Tu Yumen was assigned to the same group as Zhuge An, which may mean that this group of Tu Yumen chose to abstain, leaving the stronger Zhuge An to continue participating in the competition. According to this calculation, among the no.2 Fanzhuo and no.4 exorcists, the exorcist who gave up should be the exorcist. But no one thought that in the next second, the symbols on the dark black curtain seemed to be infected by black. Immediately after that, one symbol after another was marked with a black mark. "What, what''s going on? Why did the two big men no.2 and no.4 abstain at the same time?" "The Son and Poseidon also abstained at the same time! Wait, the black wizard and Azan in black also...?" This series of sudden changes made the onlookers silly. what''s the situation? ? ? If the question mark can be realized, then everyone must now have countless large black question marks on their heads. At first, everyone thought that the next play was either the alliance broke the contract and killed each other, or one party abstained and the other party was promoted. But no one thought that the development of the matter would be so dramatic, and so many bigwigs would abstain from voting together as if they had been collectively discussed? ? "No...what''s the matter? Why are they abstaining, don''t they want the universal wishing ticket?" "Fuck, what''s the situation? This is, 1234567, all seven people have abstained, absolutely." "That''s not right!" It suddenly dawned on someone: "If everyone else abstained, wouldn''t the last S-level win without a fight? There is still such a good job?" "and many more." Everyone woke up and immediately turned around to look for it on the dark black screen in the live broadcast room. With so many bigwigs abstaining, who is left on the scene? "There are only magicians who have not yet entered the instructor assessment, and... Zhuge dark boss." ...... At the other end, Tomimon returned to the studio first. After abstaining, the status of the S-level has changed from a contestant to an audience, and can also enter the live broadcast room to watch. So almost as soon as he came out, he connected to the main system and turned on the light screen in the void. Only three icons are still flashing on the light screen. Onmyoji stared at the gray-black gossip disk, and a dignified flash of dignity flashed in his heart. Sure enough, it was exactly the same as the plan they had previously guessed. These days, Zong Jiu contacted Tuyumen and Fanzhuo in private, and even hired an exorcist to provide technical support. Because of an accidental discovery by Fan Zhuo, they secretly developed a new suspicion of Zhuge. This matter was carried out secretly from Zhuge, and it happened that no.3 was not present at the first meeting, and the dragon was not seen for more than half a month. But now that the decisive battle is imminent, no one can care about anything to hide. Once this matter is confirmed, I am afraid the whole situation will be turned upside down. Apart from other things, although Zhuge''s previous secret opinion was not good, in the past few months of the thriller trainee competition, he used his deeds to change many people''s inherent prejudice against him. In addition, this news is too shocking, too unbelievable. So as of now, they are still only 30% sure. But Zong Jiu''s original words said: 30% certainty is enough for him to gamble. For a gambler, this probability is completely sufficient, or even more than enough. as predicted. Staring at the screen, Tu Yumen sighed. It now appears that the magician is right at all. Zhuge really didn''t come out. He stood firmly on the opposite side of everyone. When did it start? Maybe it has existed since the beginning. "Hahaha, I was really guessed by the magician." The exorcist who appeared immediately afterwards laughed bitterly, "I didn''t believe it before, but now I see it here and I am 30% sure that it becomes 90%. I didn''t expect to be cheated by him once, and now he was cheated again. The words of a wise man are unreliable." More than cheated once. This clearly deceived everyone, and even deceived the main system. Fan Zhuo sat on top, silent. On the other side, in the pure white space, the door Zong Jiu was staring at was slowly pushed open. The black-haired man who came out of the inside looked calm, not ashamed of temporarily tearing up the agreement at the most critical moment. According to their plan, no.3 should be the same as everyone else, abstaining and finally fighting. However, he did not. His presence here is enough to prove his attitude. The magician stood up slowly, his eyes sharp. "What do you want to do?" "Zhugean. Or, should I call you another name...Guiguzi?" Chapter 234: Final battle There was so much silence in a huge space, the black-haired demon who had been lazily approaching the magician was nowhere to be found, and only Zong Jiu was left leaning on the throne in the entire pure white space. Not long ago, the devil took the magician from the throne to clean up, but the result was not honest, so the enraged magician kicked it into the decisive battle dungeon evaluated by the instructor in advance. Zong Jiu couldn''t enter the decisive battle dungeon so early. Because he still has one thing waiting to be verified and guessed. Sure enough, the other symbols were stamped with a black mark one by one, except for a gray-black hexagram plate, which still flickered on the space door. Everyone abstained, Zhuge didn''t. Before Zong Jiu and Fan Zhuo said that he had a 30% certainty, now, this certainty has risen to 90%. After everything is ruled out, the most whimsical and unbelievable becomes the only answer. The black-haired man walked out of the space door. His face is very calm, even when he sees the people in the meeting room outside the door, his expression is not half turbulent. "Zhugean. Or, should I call you another name...Guiguzi?" Unexpectedly, in the face of Zong Jiu''s sharp accusation, Zhuge An only raised his eyes, and a flash of surprise flashed in his pupils. "How did you find out?" Zong Jiu looked at him coldly, staring down silently. In fact, if you pay attention, you will find that although it is unthinkable, every ring has something in common during this period. No one knows what happened in the copy of Fengshen Yanyi. Because the distance is too long, today''s survivors know that there once existed a number one boss named Guiguzi after reaching the sky, and they also didn''t know anything else. Even the behemoths like the Ye Clan entrenched in an infinite loop know very little about the past ten years ago. So this part can be skipped for the time being. The biggest doubt lies in Zhuge An''s body. Compared to Guiguzi, as a senior survivor who has been active in the past few years and has done a lot of important things, Zhuge has much more to follow. First of all, it is about the origin of Zhuge An. Zong Jiu paid special attention to this. Because no one in the infinite loop knows Zhuge''s dark past. This has not only been confirmed by many S-levels, but has also been stamped and certified by the night clan leader. Before the copy of the curse mask, no one knew who Zhuge An was. Just like Van Zhuo said, the Ye Clan couldn''t find out his origin. Logically speaking, the copy of the S-level cursed mask requires a certain level of senior survivor to enter the arena, but Zhuge An is like a person who popped out of a stone. Before entering the copy of the cursed mask, no one is infinitely looping. Nei had heard his name, but got the admission ticket for the S-level dungeon, which was suspicious enough. No one noticed this little-known nameless pawn, who would have thought that if he didn''t make a move, he would calculate the three major forces once he made a move. So far, after this S-level copy, Zhuge became famous in a dark battle, stepping on several other organizations and boarding the stage of infinite loop. This is one of the doubts. Second, Zhuge secretly claimed to be a disciple of Guiguzi, and knew many secrets back then. Indeed, this can explain why Zhuge An can not only predict the secrets and calculate the future like Guiguzi back then, but also holds the same S-level props as Guiguzi in his hand. At first glance, there was nothing wrong with it, and even explained his origin perfectly. So at the very beginning, after all of you S-Class knew that he was originally Guiguzi''s apprentice, they couldn''t help but make a few strange noises. But on the other hand, what if Zhuge An was Guiguzi from the beginning? No one knows exactly what happened in the copy of Fengshen Yanyi ten years ago, which also facilitated Zhuge''s room for secret use. He can use the ambiguous information to give himself the name of a student of Guiguzi, walk in the world under the name of "complete the last wish for the teacher", and push all the pots on Guiguzi. Just like the prophecy of Guiguzi. Over the years, the prophecy was almost forgotten by the survivor, but Zhuge''s secret old thing was brought up again. Furthermore, Zhuge kept this person secret, and Fan Zhuo was too understanding. Both good and evil cannot be concluded solely by good or bad. Such a perverted person, who still respects the teacher so much, and even fulfills the teacher''s last wish? I want to be a little bit unreasonable. Everyone believes that Zhuge is a good person, and may be willing to subdue to others, but Fan Zhuo will never. Then there will be the hostile dialogue in the copy of the orphanage. But let''s get back to the subject, the above can only be called doubtful points and cannot bring critical evidence. After all, Guiguzi is too far away from now, so far as almost equal to the man of the last century. Even if a problem is detected, it is just a doubt. No one has seen Guiguzi, and no one knows the deep meaning behind it. The real evidence was Fan Zhuo''s accidental discovery that day. In order to save the other trainees in the orphanage, Zhuge brazenly cut his arm with a knife. At that moment, the ghosts and monsters in the entire copy were all violent/moving, and they went madly towards Zhuge. When everyone praised, Fan Zhuo hid the doubts in his heart. At that time, everyone was hiding in the dog hole in the thunderstorm and night, and there were many injured trainees. Why didn''t these ghost hands dragged into the hole one by one following the smell of blood, but instead coveted Zhuge Dark''s blood like a moth fighting a fire. Such crazy riots/turmoil, this is not reasonable. The other people who were rescued were grateful that Zhuge was too late, and no one would think deeply about this passage, so Vandro put down this little doubt because of his affection. Later, after returning to the studio from the Super S Grade dungeon, everyone''s abilities were returned by the main system. Zhuge An didn''t choose to heal his hand at the first time, but instead set his sights on Zong Jiu''s position. It also made Fan Zhuo who had recovered his vampire ability accidentally discovered an astonishing news. "His blood tells me that he is not a living person." The blood race''s sensitivity to blood is unmatched. It is precisely because of this that Fan Zhuo finally understood why the ghost hands in the orphanage were going crazy and rushing towards Zhuge. It turns out that in their eyes, No. 3 is a real big tonic, even more so than the creatures. Zong Jiu was equally surprised when he heard the news. But at the beginning of their conversation, the two hadn''t even thought of the relationship between Zhuge An and Gui Guzi. Because Zong Jiu always knew that Zhuge An was always calculating the future, and he didn''t know how much vitality he was overdrawn during the period. The main system can recover injuries, but cannot directly replenish vitality. Perhaps Zhuge An knew that he was short of time, and he used his mysterious Tai Chi gossip pan to move his body with his hands or feet. But later, an incident caused Zong Jiu''s attention. About the S-level prop "Book of the Dead" that Zhuge secretly opened from the S-level blind box. As we all know, the Book of the Dead can summon the dead. According to the explanation of the black technology of the main system, human beings have three souls and seven souls, and only a part of them are reincarnated. One soul and one soul will remain in the underworld forever. This is also the basis for the Book of the Dead to summon the dead. The holder of the book of the dead does not want to summon any undead. The holder can only summon the undead who had a close relationship with him during his lifetime, or the undead who had a strong emotional bond, such as Xu Su and Xu Sen. That day, after Zong Jiu finished drawing the Tarot cards, he didn''t get a clue for a long time, so he just put his hand on the "Book of the Dead". The Book of the Dead shows that there is Guiguzi in the name that can be summoned, but this name is different from the others, it is bleak. So here comes the problem. First, Zong Jiu didn''t know Guiguzi, and it was impossible to get close to Guiguzi, a survivor who was active ten years ago. Second, Guiguzi''s name is dim. Zong Jiu tried to use the Book of Dead to summon, but he didn''t respond. The successive coincidences reminded him of what Fan Zhuo said. ¡®Zhuge An is not a living person. ¡¯ As long as there is a little suspicion and speculation, the next thing will be a matter of course. "Fantastic reasoning, bold guessing." After listening to him, it was rare for Zhuge to raise his hand, and the applause echoed in the empty space. The corners of his lips that had always been pressed tightly leaked a little smile. "I have calculated that you know of my body''s abnormality, but I didn''t expect that I personally delivered the greatest evidence to you." you do not say. The book of the dead was Xu Sen personally given by Zhuge An. The white-haired young man did not move. He stood there and looked at Zhuge An deeply: "What do you want to do?" His tone was not sharp, and even deliberately slowed down a lot, as if after confirming the identity of the other party, his aggressive aura eased. Because the two people present know that one of them has run out of time. Zhuge''s secret smile narrowed slightly. He seldom laughs. Even if he laughs, he sneers with mocking or sarcasm. He rarely laughs like this without any meaning and pure from the heart. "You have counted with Tarot cards, so you should know that this is the only thing I can hide from you." Zong Jiu indeed knew. He has tested the Tarot cards back and forth so many times. With his cautious character, how could he not know? The prediction is true. Zhuge secretly did not act on the prediction. He can really predict the future. Why did he draw the moon card, just because Zhuge secretly concealed that he was Guiguzi. That''s it. Maybe everyone thinks that Zhuge has bad intentions secretly, and everyone thinks that he is concealing evil intentions, but Zong Jiu definitely won''t. Zhuge didn''t care how other people thought of him, and how they suspected him. He only needs to make one person believe in him. Zong Jiu sighed, "You have calculated everything from the beginning." "You know that this S-level props tarot card can make me believe you. Because people can lie, but special props won''t." As early as when he was in the psychiatric hospital, Zong Jiu wondered why Zhuge secretly left the tarot card to him. Perhaps long before that, the other party had started their own layout. Zhuge was secretly but smiled. In the next second, his complexion changed slightly, and suddenly he began to cough violently. The thin shoulders shook and shivered, and they made a rotten sound like an old blower. Drops of blood slid down the violent finger cracks of the blue veins and dripped to the ground. "My time is running out." After a long wait, he carelessly wiped the blood off his lips, "I hope this time can support me to tell you a story." Chapter 235: Final battle Zhuge An has forgotten his real name. It didn''t take long for him to enter the infinite loop, and it was only four or five years when he was really awake, and for many years he was in a hazy and lonely state. Even most of the time he had to rely on meditation to stabilize his barely living body. In the place of Infinite Loop, one can be called a senior after two years of survival, and he has been at the top of the pyramid in three years. Guiguzi is half-dreaming and half-awake here, and it is definitely the boss who does not let go of the length of time. More than ten years ago, Guiguzi was still a vigorous young man. He is very good and very lucky. In this infinite loop, he only relied on his clever mind to successfully pass five levels and slay six generals in a dangerous S-level dungeon, gain the mantle of the descendants of Guigu, and successfully inherit the name of Guiguzi. Became the new heir of Ghost Valley. In an unbelievably short time, he reached the top and became an unattainable existence for all survivors. Just like Messiah, there are few people who know his real name now, and the same is true for Domemon and Exorcist. Everyone has accepted the new name attached to their abilities. Climbing to the top is a very boring thing, especially the ability of Ghost Valley comes with prophecies. If a person is strong enough and able to know the future, then the present will indeed become a lot boring. So Guiguzi decided to find something to do for herself. Guiguzi is a very charismatic person most of the time. His character is very weird, and he cannot be said to be a purely good person, but he will not do bad things just because of evil deeds or his own selfish desires. Young people are always arrogant and want to do something big. So he decided to do something like no one before and no one to come after. He decided to save everyone from the infinite loop. Even Guiguzi couldn''t see the future trajectory and direction of this matter, just like a cloud of fog, obscuring the road ahead and not realizing it. Compared with those unanticipated dungeons, this challenge is obviously more exciting for geniuses. Everyone was amazed at his ideals and ambitions. When everyone is only paying attention to themselves and selfishly trying to keep themselves alive, when someone suddenly jumps out and announces that he will save the world in a manner similar to the savior, this kind of appeal and personality height is suddenly highlighted. Out. Because Guiguzi is really strong, strong enough to make everyone look up, and make everyone believe that he can do it. As a result, more and more people gathered around Guiguzi. In a place where the infinite loop is strong, some people who survive are willing to follow him. These people are like finding a spiritual support, treating him as a belief, as their lifelong purpose to achieve their ambitions. People are always like this. If they are just for themselves, they may not be able to achieve this level. But once you add your ideals and transfer your own selfish desires to everyone, then they usually become indestructible again and go through fire and water for their righteousness. Gradually, in order to achieve this goal, Gui Guzi led them further and further along this road. Countless followers lived and died in front of him, and their eyes remained firm when they finally held his hand. Gui Guzi is too familiar with this look. These people put their beliefs, lives, pursuits, and everything on him, just like believing in gods. As long as Guiguzi doesn''t fall, they won''t fall. "Sir, I believe you...only you can take us out of here." "My death is not for me, but for everyone in the future, so I am willing to die for the martyrdom." Their mouths opened and closed, and there was viscous blood pouring from their throats, but they seemed to have seen the scene in the future, and their pupils were shining with a light called hope until they died. "If the infinite loop is destroyed, then my death is worthwhile." "Thinking of that scene, my soul also found rest and comfort. Only if we die here, there won''t be so many people in the future...suffering here, sir." What can Guiguzi do? He could only put a white cloth on these people in silence, help them close their eyes, stay silent in front of the corpses, and turn away without making a sound. Infinite loop is a very interesting place. Its time seems to have become very long, even if it is only a year, it can''t change its appearance, but it can make people''s hearts old. For example, Guiguzi. He has forgotten why he set this goal three years ago. He only knew that so many people followed him, souls pressed on his shoulders, countless hopes were transformed into responsibilities, pushing him forward. Some things are destined to be irresistible once they have taken a step forward. It doesn''t matter what the original intention is, the important thing is to achieve the goal. With his unpredictable and unpredictable divination technique, Gui Guzi knew a lot of things that he shouldn''t know. For example, regarding the origin of the main system, it collects energy, why the infinite loop to the end, no matter how strong the survivor, can not survive the increasingly difficult copies, the fundamental reason is that the main system is using their collection to return to the high-dimensional world Of willingness. It can be said that if you want to stop all of this, you can either destroy the infinite loop, or you can only destroy the main system. At this time, he aroused the fear of the main system. As the intellectual brain of a high-dimensional world, the main system does not have the wisdom of humans, but in essence, its wisdom far exceeds that of humans. The main system abides by the rules, as long as Guiguzi does not violate the rules, no matter how great it is, it is impossible to obliterate the opponent out of thin air. Finally, the opportunity has arrived. Guiguzi got a message. The S-level dungeon Fengshen Kingdom is about to open. This copy is even mentioned in the classics left by the descendants of Ghost Valley. The previous survivors who succeeded the name of Guigu once calculated that there was a huge super S-class copy hidden behind the copy of Fengshen Kingdom. The S-level copy must link the higher-dimensional world. For example, the copy of the S-level Judgment Day links to the Hebrew mythological system behind it. Another example is the copy of Ramses that produced the Book of the Dead, which links the ancient Egyptian mythology and the splendid civilization behind it. So of course, the same goes for the copy of Feng Shen Yanyi. The copy of The Romance of the Gods links to the myths born and grown on the eastern land, and the master behind it, the "Tian Dao", is also a high-dimensional world brain no less than the main system. From this copy, Guiguzi got a glimpse of the secret. If he can get in touch with Heaven, he may be able to rely on the nepotism of the descendants of Guigu, completely out of the control of the main system, and then turn around to destroy the infinite loop. But the Fengshen Kingdom copy is just the smallest and most insignificant world under the control of the Heavenly Dao. Unless you can get the S-level item "Shenzhen List" produced in this dungeon, you will have a way of dialogue with Heaven. When things get to this point, the main system can''t be a fool. The main system ten years ago is far from speaking as well as it is now, and its energy has not yet been collected. The meaning of the infinite loop to the main system can be imagined. If it is ruined by Guiguzi, it means that it has fallen short. So the two parties started a fierce game in the copy of Fengshen Kingdom. The importance of this game can be imagined. If Guiguzi gets the Conferred God Ranking, then the main system is likely to be swallowed by the Heavenly Dao. If it is Guiguzi who loses, then the main system will surely destroy him and disappear. "Obviously, I lost." In the white conference room, Zhuge An admitted his failure very frankly. Among them, it is dangerous, all kinds of urgent and urgent that can''t be explained by words, and a few words can also give people a glimpse of it. But in fact, for Guiguzi, if he died alone, it was nothing. People with lofty ambitions, walking in confusion, have long been prepared for their own death. What really exhausted Guiguzi was the death of those followers who went on and on. Not to mention thousands of followers who entered the copy of Fengshen Kingdom, but there are also hundreds. These people are all carefully selected by him, and their strength, temperament and character are undoubtedly good seedlings. Guiguzi finally figured out how to destroy the infinite loop in the Conferred God Kingdom. The prophecy told him that in the future there will be a savior who will save everyone from the hands of the Great Demon King. What makes him chill is that this savior is not him. But no one believed it. Even if the prophecy is displayed, the followers are determined that their husband can break fate. At the last juncture, they went to death one after another in front of Guiguzi, with no time to say a word, leaving only a decisive look, using their own bones to pave Guiguzi with a prop leading to the altar of the gods. The Conferred God List is high in the sky, fixed by the golden light of merit, and it is difficult to move. As soon as Guiguzi approached, his hands were dripping with blood, bones were deeply visible, and he couldn''t move half a minute. "Finally, I stepped on their bones and climbed to the sky, tearing off a corner of the Conferred God List." However, at the same time, the thunder in the sky also smashed down. At that moment, all the survivors, whether they were dead or struggling, groaned, and blood flowed into rivers. Because the center of Jie Lei, not to mention the bones, even the dust did not remain. "They all thought I was dead, so they were more mournful than they were heartbroken, and they all threw themselves into the fire." When talking about this, the black-haired man closed his eyes, as if recalling that unforgettable scene of dreaming back every night. The face of Xiang Gu Jing Wubo also flashed with grief and movement. But in fact, at that time, Guiguzi didn''t really usher in death in the physical sense. In other words, his body is destroyed, but his soul is still there. "Thanks to the blessing of the Feng God, a corner of my soul escaped by chance, lodged on it, and escaped." Guiguzi achieved his goal. He escaped the rules and control of the main system, and became a lone soul pinned on the list of gods. But at the same time, he also lost a lot. Lost his body, his trusted companion, even belonged to his time. "Later, I rejuvenated my soul and reshaped my body with the help of the Conferred God List." "Abandon the name of Guiguzi and walk the world secretly under the pseudonym Zhuge." He has let down too many people, not worthy of the light, and can only walk in the dark. Guiguzi has long since died in Fengshen Kingdom, with his followers. Zhuge dark, who survived, inherited those long-lasting wishes. Not for others, just to fulfill a promise that spans time. No matter what method is used, no matter good or bad, no matter the process. It doesn''t even matter who it is. He only needs to reach a result. That is to save everyone from the infinite loop. Chapter 236: Final battle Zhuge said quickly, as if he didn''t care about the blood pouring from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were very bright, very bright, like a martyr who returned to light. "In fact, in the transcript of Fengshen Yanyi, Fengshen Bang is not an item that can be obtained through normal routes." If you have to re-rate the props, there is no doubt that the complete list of gods even exceeds the scope of the S-level props. Because the copy of Fengshen Kingdom is under the jurisdiction of Tiandao, if you write your name on it after getting this item, you can not only break away from the control of the main system and merge into the name of Tiandao, you can even go to the heaven to find a part-time official and a free **** . How could this kind of props be defined only by special props? It is not an exaggeration to say that they are artifacts. It is precisely because of this that the Conferred God List is high in the sky, and it will be controlled by the golden light of merit, so that all those who want to steal it will be peeled off. Even if it pays the price of life, Gui Guzi is only tearing off a corner of the Fengshen list. He wrote his name on it, not to mention being in the immortal class, it is not bad to be able to survive. But for Guiguzi, this is enough. "I have waited for many years and have been waiting for you." "So sometimes I often forget that I was already dead." Zhuge said lightly: "Otherwise, the book of the dead is wrong...huh." Zong Jiu knew that he was still minding that he had provided crucial evidence in this simplest place. For Zhuge An, this kind of near-fatal mistake should really be hard to bear. "Since you are finished, I have one more question for you." "ask." Perhaps knowing that he was about to usher in an end that was predestined a long time ago, Zhuge''s dark attitude was called amiable. He didn''t seem to have the appearance of sticking to ideals and righteousness alone, walking alone, walking in the dark for so long, but even the arrogance and coldness of the whole body softened and returned to peace. "You''ve already reached Xu Sen''s death?" In that S-level copy, Zhuge secretly took the initiative to help Xu Sen. Xu Sen thought that the act of offering sacrifices in his body was too coincidental, and the coincidence was so incredible that Zong Jiu had to be suspicious. "At the moment when the future is observed, the future is doomed." Facing this question, Zhuge An didn''t answer directly: "Those who try to resist fate will not end well, and the diviner can''t reveal the secrets at will." Guiguzi has already experienced this firsthand. "Although the purpose of what I do is good, I don''t think I can be considered a good person. When observing the future, it has always been my style to use knowledge to get the most benefit." "No matter what I do, he will always die, Zong Jiu." The black-haired man looked at him deeply, as if through the magician''s pale pink pupils, he could see the soul behind him. This is the first time that Zhuge An has called his name so seriously. While speaking, he coughed up blood from his fingers. "You can''t save them... and you don''t need to take them as your responsibility. This is not what you should expect to respond to." At the beginning, Guiguzi only embraced the freshness of young people''s arrogance. But more and more people pin their hopes on him, and more and more blood and bones are laid on the ground. Their hopes and wishes, the flashing light in their pupils... all turned into responsibilities and restraints, and became shackles. They all have shackles. Zong Jiu suddenly remembered that after the copy of the first middle school was over, Zhuge secretly came to the room to look for him, the conversation they had had. At that time, Zhuge''s position in Zong Jiu''s heart was still unkind, and he needed to be vigilant and untrustworthy. After that conversation, the other party''s always-obscure attitude suddenly seemed to be corrected, willing to assist, and handed over a lot of information. At that time, what did Zong Jiu say? He said: ¡®The suffering of these people attracts me because they are not necessary. ¡¯ Zong Jiu seldom said what he really thought in his heart. Because he knows that his true thoughts are equivalent to absurdity, bizarre and weird to most people. Of course, there is someone else who is so alike that they can understand without saying anything. But at that time, he thought Zhuge An would think he was indifferent, but Zhuge An didn''t. "I really don''t understand you. I still say such things at this time." Zong Jiu shook his head, "So this is what you have been struggling with until now? Destroy the infinite loop and take others away from here?" Zhuge was about to speak secretly, and suddenly coughed again. This time the cough was also intense, as if to cough up the entire lung. Zong Jiu suddenly discovered that Zhuge An had actually been very thin. It''s not that thin, but unhealthy. Few people actually notice this because they wear a loose robe all day long. His face was covered with a gloomy lifelike gray mist. After returning from the Super S Grade dungeon, Zhuge An almost saw no one. Even Zong Jiu and Fan Zhuo deliberately avoided their meetings, and he didn''t notice their small movements in private. It was also related to their worse and worse body. "Cough cough cough..." Zhuge secretly wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, and his voice intermittently: "If the infinite loop is destroyed, no.1 will also die." The magician''s vision became sharp for a moment. After a moment, his eyes calmed again nonchalantly. This is obvious. Although he never said clearly, Zong Jiu''s words "If you destroy the infinite loop, you can''t play with you", Zong Jiu paid special attention. As beings born from evil thoughts, demons are almost immortal. If he doesn''t want to pursue pleasure and excitement himself, and make the transaction prerequisites with the main system. "If the main system successfully returns to high dimensions, the infinite loop should become a playground controlled by the devil." The purpose of Zhuge dark is to destroy the infinite loop. This means... if the infinite loop is destroyed, the devil will not escape. The magician clenched his fist unconsciously, and his nails left crescent-shaped marks on the palm of his hand. At this moment, Zong Jiu had always been calm, it seemed that something flashed in his flat to lackluster heart. It was too fast, it was so fleeting, he had no time to grasp anything. Yes, it should have been like this, Zhuge dark should have destroyed the infinite loop. Even the savior appointed by Guiguzi should have inherited Guiguzi''s wishes and bring everyone out. As Zong Jiu said from the beginning, if someone makes a wish to him, then he should achieve it. Zong Jiu spoke quickly: "What if I don''t want to?" He paused, as if to make excuses for answering so quickly: "Resurrect all those who have died in an infinite loop. This is what everyone expects." "No, you are wrong." Zhuge looked at him secretly for a while, his expression was clear, and the smile on his lips faded slightly: "No one expects you to do that." "Xu Sen doesn''t want you to do that, nor do I." "I don''t need you to resurrect me with a universal wish ticket. I don''t need it at all." "We don''t need it, don''t do stupid things." Xu Sen does not want to meet the tragedy again in the future, he hopes that Xu Su will survive. But Zhugean is totally unnecessary. He has lived long enough, the era that belonged to him has long passed, and now he is walking only a ray of dead souls, and when he completes the final obsession, he must return to the embrace of the dead. The most important thing is that they want the infinite loop to be destroyed more than they come alive. "Don''t you want to go back?" Zhuge asked secretly: "If the infinite loop is destroyed, you can go back." "No, the real world is too boring." Zong Jiu said lightly: "I would rather resurrect you." Zhuge sighed secretly, and suddenly took out something from the void. It is an ordinary black cover book. He raised the notebook in his hand towards Zong Jiu, "Do you know what this is?" "A-level props, book of vows." "After using this item, the user cannot disobey an order from the user, or he will die from a heart burst. Unfortunately, you once gave me a drop of blood." His eyes were very calm, and he didn''t mean to start thinking about it a long time ago. "Regret it? Magician. If I order you to make a wish to destroy this infinite loop..." Zhuge secretly thought that he would see sorrow on the magician''s face, see the disbelief, and see the sadness or humiliation of being betrayed and deceived. But none of these. Not only not, but the other party is also quite impatient. Zong Jiu snatched the book of oath in his hand, ridiculing his tone. "It''s all this time, do you still want to lie to me?" Zhuge secretly smiled suddenly. During this short negotiation time, he laughed more times than Zong Jiu had known him since he knew him. In this way, no.3 is not at all like a man with a deep hatred and a mission, but like a young man with only a weird temper and no gloomy smile on his face. He spread his hand helplessly, "Leaving the Tarot cards to you is a correct decision, but occasionally it still lacks a bit of fun." Perhaps no one would believe Zhuge An. But Zong Jiuhui. Because the Tarot card had already told him that, except for Guiguzi''s identity, all Zhuge An had said to him were all truthful. -Include the phrase "I will never be your enemy." So he will not force Zong Jiu to do what he doesn''t want to do. Zhuge gave Zong Jiu a look secretly, and his tone became more serious and solemn. "This is my last request to you, destroy this place, or..." He paused: "You know what to do." When he said this, Zong Jiu saw that his whole body began to become transparent. So they all understood that the time limit was approaching. However, people who have become transparent don''t care about the changes in themselves, and don''t care if they are about to die, instead they mutter to themselves: "After so many years, all this will suddenly end, and I''m a little uncomfortable. " Zong Jiu threw the book of vows that had never been used in the back. "Since you are so tired, go back and take a good rest." The white-haired magician stared at the opponent''s gradually transparent figure, and suddenly said without end. "You are so terrible, you won''t even let your own death go." In the end, Zhuge secretly calculated Zongjiu. He knows Zong Jiu too well. If Zong Jiu is really ordered to fulfill his last wish with the Book of Oath, then Zong Jiu, who is rebellious, will probably not do that. Instead, it is now. Doing nothing can achieve his goal instead. Zhuge used his death secretly to aggravate this request openly. Because he knew that at the moment he died, this goal was achieved. In the near future, the infinite loop will not exist, and no one will suffer and linger here anymore. Zong Jiu looked at him for a long time, and, rarely, he sighed in submission. "You should be the savior. Compared to me, you are much more qualified." Whether it is a prophecy or a hard struggle for this purpose, although it is extremely difficult to believe in my future, Zong Jiu thinks that he is not comparable to Zhuge An. There is no other person''s spiritual realm that can be called superior. In the last second before disappearing, Zhuge opened his mouth secretly. He has a lot to say. For example, the savior does not value the process, but the result. It took Guiguzi so long to let so many innocent people die one after another. As for the magician, perhaps before he even noticed it, he had already made the most terrifying great demon be willing to bow his head. In the end, Zhuge secretly said only three words. He smiled and shook his head and said. I do not deserve. Chapter 237: Final battle The studio hall and live room outside were still noisy, and discussions continued. At this point, except for the magician and Zhuge An, all the other S-level trainees chose to abstain and return to the studio. These changes also left the audience watching the monk Erzhang puzzled. ¡¾what happened? I remember that Zhuge was in the magician camp? ¡¿ [I also just wanted to say this. Wasn''t it the first to support the magician in no.3, then set up an alliance and said that you would take everyone out of the infinite loop? ¡¿ [Gosh...Looking at this look, maybe they are really inflicted] [I am also skeptical about this. If the magician passes the mentor assessment, then there will only be two of them... two 1v1 copies, if there is no abstention, then one will definitely die] [No, I like both the magician and Zhuge, I don¡¯t want any of them to die. Many trainees who are familiar with the good relationship between no.3 and no.9 quickly raised their heads and looked at the top of the studio hall. Up there, the faces of all the S-classes are not much better. There is no doubt that Zhuge An didn''t come out with them, this move was enough to show his attitude. But soon, the exorcist took the lead to break the silence and anxiety of the crowd. He laughed a few times and turned to look at Azan in black on the throne. "Old ghost, awake?" The latter, along with Messiah, Poseidon, and the Dark Wizard, all suddenly struck from the throne as if they were waking up from a dream. Over their heads, those puppet threads that could not be easily observed with the naked eye began to evacuate one by one, allowing all the deeply manipulated puppets to recover from the hazy state of half-dream and half-awake. It stands to reason that the demon''s deep manipulation cannot be broken unless he is willing to remove the puppet line. But at this moment he seemed to be in a good mood, so he took the puppet line compassionately according to the agreement, leaving a few trainees who had just awakened from the deep manipulation staring at each other. "......Ok." After a long while, after hearing the words of the exorcist, Azan in black raised his hand to hold his forehead and let out a long sigh. In terms of his usual calm and unspoken character, this is already a very annoying performance. Although they were manipulated by the puppet silk, their memory was actually retained, but they couldn''t think or control their bodies. Now when I recalled the scene of the death of the society, I had no place to show myself, and I wished to carry the train to leave the planet overnight. Especially Messiah, staying in the same place for a long time, even the smile that had been on his face dimmed. With this little episode, the atmosphere on the throne is not said to be active, anyhow it is not so stalemate. After all, everyone has reached the level of S strength. Although Azan in Black used to see Messiah upset, but now, after being exposed to manipulation, it is inevitable that there will be more sorrow and sympathy for each other. Just when everyone wanted to express their feelings about how they were careless, Tu Yumen suddenly exclaimed. "Look at it!" His voice was completely incredulous, like seeing something extremely surprising. All the S-Class looked up, and even Fan Zhuo, who had been silent and thinking, and Messiah, who was immersed in sadness, opened their eyes wide. On the dark screen of the live broadcast room, the gray-black hexagram representing Zhuge''s darkness quietly dimmed. As we all know, if it is abstaining, a small black mark will be printed. But bleak words... it means death. "How is it possible?! Big Zhuge is dead?" In the dead silence, a trainee finally exclaimed. how can that be possible? The one who was once recognized as "the murderer is definitely him", "the cruel and cruel legendary three-faced spy", "I''m sorry to wait until the horror trainee competition to find out that he is a good man with no deception". No. 3 Zhuge An, could he die? [This is not true...I don''t believe that how can a smart person like Zhuge Dalu die? ¡¿ [Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! [What happened? Is it true that no.3 is temporarily skipped, but how is this possible? He is good at predicting. Didn¡¯t he predict his death?] The studio hall was also silent. Nearly half of the people here have received the no.3 favor, and now I see this scene in my heart, I don''t know what to say. It took a long time for a trainee to mutter to himself: "...I thought, in fact, I thought that maybe other S-levels would die, but I never really thought that Zhuge would die." Countless people agreed in silence. "Could it be that we guessed wrong, but he is not Guiguzi?" Tu Yumen''s voice hesitated, "So many years ago, how difficult it would be to survive. If he was Guiguzi, he was so smart and could predict the secrets of heaven, how could he not count his own death?" Yes, how could Zhugean not count? If Zhuge can figure it out, why doesn''t he abstain? Why stay there? No one knows why. ...... On the other side, after the last bit of black disappeared into the air, the entire space once again recovered the silence of the clouds and mists. It''s as if no one has ever existed. Zong Jiu stood there, silent for a long time, then suddenly bowed his head without saying a word. He slowly let go of his hand. I don''t know when, the palm of this hand is covered with five crescent marks, and some even see blood, revealing some unclear dark red. For a magician, there is no need to say how important the hands are. Especially for Zong Jiu, a magician who once tasted handicapped hands. Even when he had just entered the infinite loop, he dreamed back at midnight and suddenly woke up. The first thing was to make sure that there was nothing wrong with his hand. Only when he realizes that his fingers can apply force freely, he can sink into the black sweet dream again. And now, after hearing Zhuge secretly say that if the infinite loop is destroyed, the devil will no longer exist, Zong Jiu realizes that he can''t restrain the mood swings for a moment. It specifically represented what Zong Jiu didn''t want to think about, but at least... at least it showed that the devil could influence him, and he didn''t want him to die in his heart. Signs of danger. But none of them would say. Zong Jiu closed his eyes, and when he opened his eyes again, his pupils returned to peace again. Without a pause, he strode forward. Go to the white door with roses and playing cards printed on the back of the door. He knew that the devil was waiting for him behind his back. This is their final decisive battle. The door was easily pushed open, and Zong Jiu didn''t even use much effort. In the next second, the magician was wrapped around his waist with a pair of cold hands, and pulled hard into the foggy space behind him. "Baby, you kept me waiting for a long time." The black-haired demon rested his head on his shoulders very familiarly, with a loose tone. His fingers rested on the magician''s slender neck, but he no longer had the sharp and cold killing intent. In a daze, Zong Jiu suddenly felt that all this was a little too incredible. I don''t know since when, the murderous intention of Sen Leng I was holding gradually weakened, then weakened, and returned to silence. Obviously, at the very beginning, they all really wanted to kill each other. Whether it is a copy of a mental hospital, or a copy of a deserted village that was later calculated by each other. Even after the magician refused the invitation of the same kind of devil, the killing intent was never faked. Since when did all this usher in a change? If this is a war, perhaps no one will be the winner. "I''m here." Zong Jiu said lightly, "It''s time to start." The cold mechanical sound of the main system rang in their ears. [The 1v1 copy is being opened...The copy will be opened automatically after thirty seconds] [During the countdown, trainees can choose to waive their qualifications at will. Note: The instructor¡¯s failure to pass the assessment will not be forced to die, but the trainees who fail the assessment will also lose their qualifications] The solidified color blocks began to pave the way around them, gradually piled up and then piled up, turning into a swirling flow. In any case, this must end there. He must draw the full stop. Must also win. Countless people pin their hopes on Guiguzi. Now, this heavy hope has been transferred to Zongjiu''s shoulders. Zhuge concealed him too. What if you lose? Wouldn''t it be dead in vain? Thanks, I am afraid that if you become a ghost, you will have to trouble him. Zong Jiu thought so, waiting for the last thirty seconds to come. [10, 9, 8...] While counting the seconds, the devil suddenly stuffed a cold thing into his hand. Zong Jiu looked down, only to see that it was a black stone painted with a strange six-pointed star pattern. "find me." [3, 2, 1...] Everything fell into silence. I hugged his hand intimately, knowing no end. After the start of the copy, they will all be placed in different places. Gradually, the surrounding scenes became clear again. Those color blocks gathered one by one, and finally turned into a look familiar to Zong Jiu. The light here is dim, and the heavy curtains block all the light outside, leaving a deep opaque darkness inside, and the air still smells of old and humid. [Dungeon of the decisive battle-mentor assessment has begun] [S-level trainee Zongjiu, your main mission has been released: Retrieve what belongs to you] [After completing the main mission, you can freely decide whether to quit this dungeon] On the other side, the black-haired demon appeared in a dark alley. The sky outside was gloomy, with hazy drizzle pouring down from the sky, and pedestrians coming and going with umbrellas everywhere. Buildings and houses are reflected in the stagnant water left by the street, reflecting a magical reflection of steel and iron bones. A peaceful world. This is the world of the once magician. The main system successfully reproduced that world one by one, showing it as the final copy of the decisive battle. At the same time, the demon also received a prompt from the main system. [Main Quest: Get something you have never owned] [Note: The victory of the 1v1 dungeon is determined by the speed at which both parties complete the main task, the first to complete the task will win the victory] [For the sake of fairness in the competition, your tutor''s authority is temporarily blocked] Chapter 238: Faust When Zong Jiu woke up again, the room was still dark. He lay on the bed blankly for a long time, his eyes blank, staring at the ceiling immersed in the shadow, only feeling the dull pain of the temples on both sides of his head, and it was difficult to feel some retching in his stomach. . "what......" The white-haired young man was in a daze for a long time before he wanted to support himself and sit up. He just wanted to press his hand on the bed, and then shrank back like he was scalded. No, the doctor said, try not to use your hands as much as possible, otherwise it will affect your postoperative recovery. Zong Jiu''s mind was chaotic, but he remembered the doctor''s instructions very clearly, so he didn''t dare to use force any more, only dared to let his hands hang softly on his side, not even curling up his knuckles. He clearly remembered that yesterday was another night of hangover, and earlier, about three or four days ago, he had only undergone the last operation. After the operation that brought together clinical medical experts from all over the world, everyone expressed unfavorable emotions towards him, the once world-class card magician. "Mr. Zong, we have done our best for your hands." The doctor put a thick plaster on him, and then wrapped his fingers and wrists in circles. "If you can, please do not use your hands for any activities during the rest of the postoperative recovery period. We firmly believe that miracles and good luck will definitely take care of you." Although they didn''t say anything, and even smiled and encouraged him to try not to exert force on his hands within a month after the operation, Zong Jiu, who was extremely sensitive to other people''s emotions, could see through the subtext that he could not express at a glance. His hand... It is very possible that there is really no way to recover. Knowing this, Zong Jiu abandoned the calmness for the first time, shut himself in the room, drinking glass after glass. He turned off his cell phone and threw it aside. He didn''t bother to pick up the call from his agent or read all kinds of reports on the Internet about the great magician Zongjiu''s car accident causing his hands to become disabled for life. So when I woke up at this moment, the pain still in my mind...It should be the sequelae of hangover. But don''t know why, he always feels a sense of violation. The huge floor-to-ceiling mirror is placed not far from the bed. A ray of light leaked through the curtains in the distance. Zong Jiu kept this posture, glanced inadvertently, and suddenly stopped. Before the car accident, he had just finished a tour and his hair was dyed white according to stage standards. "Strange...After so many days, the color hasn''t fallen." The young man murmured to himself, and the voice-activated light on the side also turned on, illuminating the high-class apartment dimly. At the time, Zong Jiu''s eyes widened. Because he was still holding something on his bandaged and plastered hands. A black stone painted with a strange six-pointed star pattern. Zong Jiu threw this thing towards the bed subconsciously, for fear that its weight would hinder the recovery of his hands. I don''t know if it was an illusion. After the stone left his hand, the six-pointed star pattern seemed to flicker. Fake it... which factory has developed a new magic prop that also comes with its own light source. Zong Jiu glanced at the stone indifferently, and slowly got down to the bed. The white-haired young man moved very slowly, just like an old man who was about to die, moving himself off the bed little by little until his feet stepped on the furry carpet, which finally gave a sigh of relief. He is a little hungry. People still have to eat. If you don''t eat, you will die. After all, even if he was decadent, Zong Jiu wouldn''t use his death to escape all this. These days, Zong Jiu couldn''t feel the flow of time at all. From the time he had a car accident a month ago to the end of the operation, his life has changed drastically in just one month. First, all parties¡¯ invitations and performances were forced to suspend, resulting in a large amount of liquidated damages. Then came the news from the news, and those reporters who wanted to inquire about the first-hand information and intelligence, squatting downstairs every day, annoying. Fortunately, Zong Jiu had no parents at all. The number of people I met over the years was negligible except for work, otherwise it would have been even more annoying. He skillfully put a piece of bread into the oven with his arm, set the time with voice control, and slowly watched the bread soften behind the glass and turned golden. "Ding¡ª" It''s baked. Zong Jiu ate while pressing the button rare to open the curtain. Don''t know why, he always felt that he had forgotten something very important, but he couldn''t tell what it was. As soon as it was turned on, countless text messages and missed calls flooded in. Only a few minutes later, another phone call came in. Zong Jiu glanced uninterestedly, and sullenly chose to turn on the flight mode. He began to think. "If you can''t become a magician in the future...what else can you do?" It''s not that he can''t do it, but Zong Jiu doesn''t want to do it. After losing the magic, he lost his interest, like a blind person, there is no more challenge and fun at all. Zong Jiu''s family is not unprofitable when he is young and famous. Whether it was the wool gathered in casinos all over the world in the early years, or the endorsement of the tour and a series of expenses, it was destined that even if he could not be a magician in his life, he would still have nothing to worry about. The magician industry is very similar to celebrities, but no celebrity earns much, but people in this world like to watch magic, so magic has become a formal and developable system, and a large number of magician schools and magician competitions Rise. After Zong Jiu left the orphanage, he was spotted by an old magician. After entering the school for further studies, he showed his amazing talents, and this is what he has achieved today. "and many more......" He touched his forehead, "Why do you talk about this world?" This statement came out subconsciously just now, which is incredible. Zong Jiu felt that his head seemed to be messy. After waking up this time, he even felt that the whole world was incompatible with him. But obviously all of this... just happened before he went to bed. Zong Jiu looked down. Lan Yingying''s phone screen was shining. He opened the green Jinjiang Literature City app and found the column that he read recently. Lying on the top is an unimpressed book of Xianxian. But Zong Jiu always felt that what he had read before going to bed last night was not Xiuxianwen, but a thrilling and infinite stream of horror. But what''s the name, he won''t remember it again for a while. It''s like...have a long, long dream. In the dream, his hand is good, and he can still make the cards fly and jump on the fingertips. In his dream, he was standing under the spotlight. Although he was not a stage that Zong Jiu knew well, he was more able to mobilize his passion and joy. There seemed to be a pair of dark golden eyes. "It''s weird, how could one have such an inexplicable dream." Zong Jiuwu laughed and said to himself, "Even if it is really a dream, you will always remember something when you wake up, just remember a pair of eyes...what is this." He shook his head, walked to the door, and pressed a button on the wall. The automatic delivery machine threw in the courier that Zong Jiu received, with a knife edge that was disassembled on it for easy access. These are all the folk remedies he got from various places these days. From black technology to black witchcraft, everything. Zong Jiu ignored the advertisements for the installation of mechanical arms, and the ghosts stretched out his hand on a piece of hexagram sacrificial cloth. The ancient parchment next to the sacrificial cloth indicates that this is a black magic item. It is said that as long as you read the magic spell on it, you can summon demons and demons from hell, but the premise is that one must also have a six-pointed star mark. Items. Oh, isn''t this a coincidence. If it were put before, Zong Jiu would not believe these things after killing Zong Jiu. But now there is no way, he is in a hurry to go to the doctor. In order to be able to restore his hands, whether it is science or superstition, in short, Zong Jiu is now not rejecting those who come, what if a blind cat runs into a dead mouse? He ran back and took the stone on the bed that was also engraved with a six-pointed star. For some reason, he always subconsciously felt that this stone was very important in his mind. But why is it important, I can''t say why. After everything was ready, Zong Jiu stood in front of the parchment, struggling to cut a **** mouth on his arm. Because the plastered hand couldn''t control the strength, blood scrambled to crowd out this time, dripping tickly on the black magic sacrificial cloth, surrounding the six-pointed star stone. There seems to be a lot of blood. But it doesn''t matter. If you lose too much blood and die, you can only say fate. Zong Jiu paused and began to chant a spell. "Swear an oath with my soul. Devil of hell! Please listen to my call to awaken the sins of the world, the sun sets, the light fades, and appears before me!" I thought three times in a row and nothing happened. Rubbish, immediately go to the Internet and give a bad review. Zong Jiu curled his mouth and threw the knife, knelt down, and was about to turn his head and let the housekeeping robot come and clean it. At this moment, the stone engraved with the six-pointed star suddenly lit up. At the same time, a black hurricane was generated out of thin air on the ground, and the spacious and bright apartment interior seemed to be covered with an invisible thick shadow, and it began to surround and occupy the surroundings. The young man¡¯s white hair was lifted by the gust of wind, blowing behind his ears and hunting. Zong Jiu opened his eyes wide and stared at the center of the gale. A familiar and unfamiliar figure slowly walked out of it. The man was wearing a black suit, his black hair neatly tied behind his ears, a rose was inserted in his chest, and the dark golden pupils rolling with unknown emotions gradually coincided with his dreams. Zong Jiu swallowed nervously, "You, are you the devil from hell, following my call?" While asking, he still slandered in his heart. These days **** is also in the business of three-piece suits, which is weird, so fashionable? The devil was stunned for a moment, looked at him up and down with a creepy look, and suddenly bent over and laughed in place. He laughed until he could not stand up straight, his eyebrows raised, and he was obviously in a good mood: "Ah, yes, I am the devil you summoned, the cute little magician." Zong Jiu: "..." I don''t know why, but my intuition is very wrong, this devil doesn''t look serious. On the other side, the devil had already figured out that his magician seemed to have temporarily sealed his memory because of this decisive copy, and now he mistakenly believed him to be a summoned devil. He was quite entertaining, and even climbed up the pole: "My dear summoner, you call me to come, but what wish do you need me to help you achieve?" Zong Jiu picked up the parchment on the ground on alert, "Yes, I want you to restore my hand. But before that, we have to confirm the contents of the contract again." The parchment paper reminds you that the devil from **** likes to lie, so after the summoning, the summoner must carry the parchment with the real name of the devil with him to prevent the opponent from turning back. Once the other party turns back, just read the other party''s secret real name to give a warning. "Mephistopheles? Is this your name?" Zong Jiu read the other party''s real name, feeling ridiculous. Isn''t this the **** name of the devil in Faust Delhi? This name is so famous that it has been recorded in the annals of world literature. Is it still secret? Secretly tall! Isn''t this parchment really fooling people! Chapter 239: Faust Mephistopheles, referred to as Mephistopheles. The name of the devil and demons in Faust Delhi. Although the name was indeed in line with the devil''s usual style, he didn''t want to accept it so much. Whether it is no.1 or number one, or even the pronouns given to him by others, the devil has never used them as names. Because the devil doesn''t need a name. If he wants to, in such a long time, he can choose a name for himself. But why does he need a name? The name is a kind of **** to him, admitting that owning a name is like having a certain bond with the world, like forgetting the scars burned by the flames on the altar, forgetting the past that was buried behind the broken copy. It will also give him weakness. The devil doesn''t need and doesn''t bother to have a name. The devil paused for a while, but smiled: "If you want to call me by this name, then of course it can be your name alone, my magician." But if it''s a magician, it''s another matter. This is the connivance of the devil alone. Unfortunately, the magician who has lost his memory does not seem to know the meaning behind this sentence. That''s right, Zong Jiu not only didn''t know, he even wondered why the devil had identified his identity so accurately. Could **** creatures also watch magic in front of the TV? The man condescendingly looked at the white-haired youth who made no secret of his vigilance in front of him. Judging from the friendship background provided by the main system, it is the time when the magician had just experienced a car accident and had an accident with his hands. In other words, the magician at this moment is still the energetic and world-renowned great magician. After just experiencing the upheaval of a car accident, there is still hope in his heart that his hands can recover, and he can even entertain himself without falling into the abyss of gloom and despair. However, the magician who entered the thriller trainee competition at the beginning has had his hands crippled for several years, has undergone numerous operations, large and small, and has tasted how many times he has been hovering on the edge of hope and despair, even the warmth of love, and finally walked completely In the darkness, I lost interest in this world, and went to the extreme of reason and madness, relying only on the critical point of chain maintenance. Compared to the always cold and calm magician he has always known, the magician in front of him seems to be much greener and immature. Memory is the root of a person. If you lose the memory of an important period, it will indeed cause a big change in your personality. But this does not seem to be a mere sealed memory. The main system distorted the time in the magician''s memory, allowing him to return to a younger personality. Just like when the devil was suppressed by the Judgment Day copy to the little devil''s personality, the difference is that the little devil has the memory of the big devil, but only has the personality that belongs to the little devil. The magician reversed time, sealed the memory, and returned to a specific time point. He has never experienced the pain of seeking a famous doctor for no cure, and there is still a glorious look in his eyebrows. The devil immediately understood the point of the matter. The main task of the magician should be to retrieve this lost memory and time. Suffering is also a necessary lesson in life. Only through experience can you understand it. The magician shared the past of the devil, and now it is time for the demon to share the past of the magician, which is quite reasonable. The devil liked it very much, and he was very happy to stab in the magician''s past, um...then taste this little magician who looks very delicious. Perhaps it was this demon who seemed to be inconspicuous, whose gaze was too explicit, to the point that Zong Jiu felt that he would be eaten up in the next second, so he took the lead to break the silence. "In that case, Mephistopheles, can you fulfill my wish." Zong Jiu emphasized the accent on the name "Mephistopheles", as if he had caught some life-saving charm, he would tie up his thorns all over as a warning. This is the devil from hell, and any human being has no chance of winning against him. Countless literary works have recorded the cunning and insidiousness of the devil. Undoubtedly, trading with them can get things that humans can''t even think of, perhaps wealth, or something else. But this is tantamount to seeking a tiger''s skin. Like Faust in "Faust", he did not choose to betray the devil in the end, tore up the agreement to sell his soul to the devil after death, and fell into the arms of God instead. Faced with such a powerful existence, it is of course normal to be vigilant. Since the real name of the devil is very useful on the parchment, of course Zong Jiu has to let the other party know his subtext. ...Although all this is really ridiculous. From a determined materialist magician to a magician who successfully summoned the devil from hell, Zong Jiu felt that he needed to calm down. "Of course, little magician. If it''s just to restore your hands, I''m happy to do it for you." The devil glanced at the thick plaster and bandage on the white-haired young man''s hand, and he was instantly happy. The main system has simply and rudely reversed the time in the magician''s memory, but in fact the time of this body has not changed, even the length of the silver hair is the same as when the devil played with it not long ago. In other words, the magician''s hands are all right at all. Just knock off the plaster and remove the bandages, and it''s just as alive and well, even better than before. Because these hands have long been strengthened to the top in the main system. But will the devil say it? He looked at the sullen face, the white-haired young man who was obviously a little nervous, and the corners of his mouth curled up wickedly. "However, it can be, but... my dear contractor, there is a price to pay for summoning the devil, are you ready?" "What''s the price?" Zong Jiu was nervous. He knew that this was his only chance. If the devil can''t recover his hand, then he doesn''t need to go to a doctor or turn the door. But he didn''t want the cunning devil in front of him to find his desire. It is very dangerous to expose one''s own needs completely, so Zong Jiu just stood in place like this. If the devil wanted to play tricks, he would immediately pronounce his real name and let him go back to hell. The devil cleared his throat, "Well, let''s confirm the content of the contract first." Zong Jiuyi said that he wanted to pick up the parchment, but he didn''t want the man to suddenly take two steps and approach him very familiarly. Zong Jiu, who has always hated close contact with strangers, didn''t even have the reflex to push him away for the first time. Why is there no smell of sulfur on the parchment on this devil? Thinking like this, he was suddenly taken away from the contract. "Let me see...oh, it turned out to be this contract." The demon started his performance with a grinning face: "This is the contract that we issued five centuries ago in hell. Since we failed to **** Faust''s soul from God, now we are reformulating The contract is much more demanding, and many regulations are different from the above." Zong Jiu: "..." Summoning the devil to sign a contract is like signing a contract. Because the contract had flaws in the past, it is natural to be stricter now. It makes sense, and there is no unreasonableness at all. The white-haired magician''s eyes darkened, and said in a seemingly casual tone: "Then what do you want? Money, fame, status, or...soul?" Money, Zong Jiu has money. As a great magician, he has invested high-value commercial insurance for his hands. Whether it is previous savings or insurance compensation, he will be able to live without any worries for the rest of his life. As for fame and status, if the devil of **** wants to develop in reality, these Zong Jiu is not impossible to share his contacts with him. But if it¡¯s the soul-- The content of the transaction between Mephistopheles and Faust in "Faust" is the soul. Not even talking about these literary works, in all myths and legends around the world, the devil seems to be naturally only interested in the beautiful souls of human beings. This is the case with traditional magic tricks. Demons help humans achieve their wishes, and humans give their souls to demons after death. This has always been the case. But is it worth it to trade your soul for your own hands? Zong Jiu chose to agree without hesitation. For him, excitement and fun are far more important than these. What''s more... I don''t know why, Zong Jiu is very confident in himself. Confidence refers to temporary refusal, tearing up the contract, and secretly calculating the confidence of the devil. This hunch is strange. Just like when he just woke up, he felt as if he had forgotten something important. He felt that the six-pointed star stone was very important, including the urge to punch the face of the unknown **** devil subconsciously when he first saw it. "Soul? No, no, no, I don''t need that kind of thing." The devil licked his lips, and his dark golden pupils shone with an obscure light that Zong Jiu couldn''t understand. "I need you to give me another thing, something I have never owned." What the devil has never owned? Zong Jiu asked questioningly: "What is it?" The man looked secretive, "You will know then." This is his main task. But what exactly it was, the devil himself didn''t understand. Because the devil possesses many, many things, and has never lacked anything, let alone what it desperately wants. What does he want? "Stop talking about it, my dear magician, come and sign the contract." With a swipe of the devil''s pen, the dragon and phoenix signed the name he had just obtained, which belonged to the magician alone. Zong Jiu hesitated, and also wrote his name on the parchment. "All right." The devil snapped his fingers at random, and the ubiquitous shadows climbed up, engulfing the parchment bit by bit like an invisible black fire. The young magician in front of him is more foolish than the future magician. The devil has to seize this opportunity to at least have fun. "Since the contract has been signed, I should also ask for some remuneration first, don''t you think?" The man lowered his head with a smile, and his fingertips hinted across the lips of the white-haired young man, his pupils becoming darker. "I was summoned from **** to the world, but I spent a lot of magic. My dear contractor, since you want to realize your wish, should you be merciful and show mercy to this poor demon and supplement him? What fresh magic?" Chapter 240: Faust Zong Jiu felt that the world might be crazy. He picked up a piece of parchment yesterday, and then according to the above spell, he actually summoned a genuine demon in a black suit by accident. Although this demon didn''t smell of sulfur or the two goat horns mentioned on the parchment, he even looked very handsome. Putting it in the real world, you can definitely make a debut on the spot, easily relying on your face to eat, and become a world-renowned international superstar. There is no fierceness shown on Wikipedia. But anyway, he really is a devil. Zong Jiu saw him snap his fingers, and countless shadows swarmed over him. When he swallowed the parchment, he was shocked. Although he is a magician by profession, he is always fooling the audience, but as the saying goes, he doesn''t believe it if he plays more magic tricks. So at first sight of such a magical scene, Zong Jiu, who is usually calm about everything, couldn''t help but start to doubt the materialism education he had received over the past two decades. Next is the time to negotiate contracts and agreements. Facing the devil''s request, the magician who only wanted to restore his hands did not hesitate and agreed. Even if the devil''s condition is to claim his soul, Zong Jiu is not afraid, but will he be afraid of giving him something "the devil never possessed"? It stands to reason that when you come to this procedure, the devil who has signed the contract should start to restore the magician''s hands. However, at this moment, the other party said that because he had been summoned from **** to the human world, he had consumed too much mana, and there was no extra mana to help him recover his hands for the time being. Zong Jiu: "..." He felt as if he had been a donkey, but at the same time he hardened his fist. I wanted to obey the urge to see the impeccable face of the devil for the first time and slam it with a fist. Finally, Zong Jiu calmed down. The contracts have been signed, and they are now grasshoppers tied to a line, and it''s useless to go back. Although Zong Jiu had already made plans for the time to come back, but now he has not deceived his recovery hands into his hands, and there is no time for him to come back. Zong Jiu: "Let''s talk about it, how can you replenish the magic power?" He didn''t even realize that he had subconsciously ignored the other person''s messy hands on his face, perhaps subconsciously too familiar, and even put people in a safe range. The devil squinted his eyes and looked at him with a little regret, and started talking nonsense seriously. "Generally speaking, the fastest way to replenish magic is of course to kill. As long as enough souls are drawn, the magic will return." Well, yes, it is in line with the devil''s setting. The magician slandered in his heart, "No, you can''t go out and kill people." Killing is against common sense and against the law. With so many cameras and media guarding around this high-end apartment, if he gets caught, he is not a public figure in luck. "No, no, no, dear magician, I am a good devil who abides by the law." The devil glanced at him innocently, and made no secret of the joking in his dark golden pupils, "You don''t know anything about it. Although it is the end of the law, heaven is still overseeing the world. If a **** devil suddenly appears If you do, you will soon be discovered by the angels." Zong Jiu felt a bad foreboding: "What would happen if it was discovered?" "Ah, it shouldn''t be so good, anyway, the devil is an immortal existence, at most he will be driven back to hell." The man spread his hands: "But if it is a contractor who rashly makes a contract with the devil, he may be dealt with if he is caught. Heaven has many ways to torture people, no worse than our hell." The more I listened, the more I felt deceived. Zong Jiu held a sigh of anger. If it weren''t for protecting his Jin Gui''s hand, he would definitely have a fight with the other party before talking. But now he can only be calm and calm again. "Then you mean, I am signing a contract with you now, not only to help you make up for the demons, but also to help you escape the pursuit of heaven?" "Don''t worry, as long as you follow the rules, angels generally won''t find us." The devil happily began to flicker: "The devil is the safest to stay with his contractor, so..." He lowered his voice, leaned down/over, and stared closely at the pale pink eyes. "Only you can make up for me, my dear little magician." For no reason, Zong Jiu felt as if he was bewitched by this dark gold that was so dark that he couldn''t see the depths, and he could no longer look away. He thought of the unprovoked dream, and it seemed that in that dream, there were such a pair of eyes that were watching him all the time. Zong Jiu pretended to speak calmly: "Then tell me, besides killing, how can we replenish magic power?" "The easiest... of course is the exchange of body fluids." The next second, the devil lowered his head and kissed him without warning. The cold lips and tongue drove straight in, so cold that the tip of the tongue was trembling. Although there is no smell of sulfur on the devil''s body, the temperature is quite in line with the setting of cold-blooded creatures in hell. But it is strange and not annoying. It is this feeling of passive acceptance that makes people a little uncomfortable. But he still asks the devil and must be patient. Perceiving his inattention, the demon narrowed his eyes, and his white-gloved fingers began to move down dangerously. The white-haired magician''s back trembled and pushed him abruptly, "What are you doing?!" "It''s too slow. If it''s just that, I don''t know when to wait until the magic power can be restored." The devil pretended to show an expression of dissatisfaction, and continued his performance: "Why don''t we try a faster way?" Seeing that the magician seemed to loosen, he immediately moved forward, "Don''t you want to restore your hands quickly, baby?" Zong Jiu didn''t realize that his title had jumped from childhood magician, dear contractor to treasure. But indeed, in order to restore his hands, Zong Jiu can agree to everything. Then they rolled together. Zong Jiu couldn''t remember what the process was like. Ultimately, it was because the devil had promised to do the last step. The magician endured forbearance and agreed. Anyway, if he didn''t do the last step, he was the one who was so happy. Even if you can''t accept it psychologically, after all, you still have to put the overall situation first, and hands are more important. The result was overwhelming. The amnesia version of the magician who is still a youngster in psychology can''t resist this purely physical stimulus. He unconsciously presses the opponent''s head with his hands and tremblingly announces his surrender. As a result, this is not over yet. In the confusion, Zong Jiu seemed to hear the devil smile and say something magical. Then the other party turned him over very skillfully, and before Zong Jiu could react, he put his arms around his waist and slowly bit off his gloves. Without the slightest warning, the cold fingers successfully regained the magician''s mind. "You... wait, it''s not right... uh!" However, as soon as he started to protest, the devil blocked his protest with a tough stance. Zong Jiu didn''t want to recall anything afterwards. He only remembered that he had just started cursing, but he didn''t dare to move his hands. He could only be cursed lightly while being pressed, don''t press my hands, and finally endured the redness at the end of his eyes, breathing intermittently, and never again. Speechless. After waking up again, there was still an unspeakable sweet and greasy breath in the air. On the big dark blue apartment bed, the devil is hugging his contractor tightly. The black hair and the silver hair are entangled/tangled together, like a lover who has been with him for a long time. The magician opened his eyes wearily, and his silver-white eyelashes quivered a few times before recalling what had happened before. Not only did he end his years of cleansing and self-care, but for the first time he was so wild, not to mention finding a same-sex, he even cross-racial directly. The current Zong Jiu still can''t achieve the attitude of "it doesn''t matter if it''s cool anyway" a few years later. For a while, he just felt that the world might be crazy. There is a **** devil, is it more terrible to make a deal with the devil, or is it more terrible to be asleep by the devil? That must be the latter! "Baby, you woke up so early, do you want to go to bed again." The devil lazily pulled the person into his arms, in a lazy tone. "Get out of here!" The white-haired magician gave him a kick directly, but didn''t want to be held by the latter from behind again, leaving a string of scorching/hot wet kisses on the smooth back. The culprit kissed his tailbone, leaning to his ear. "You don''t need to prepare anymore, why don''t you do it again?" Where is the signing of a contract with the devil? This is obviously to raise a father for myself! Zong Jiu''s intestines are about to regret. He even began to give up on himself. Anyway, I have done it now, and the devil is finished. The first thing he does after he restores his hands is to send the devil back to hell! The mist rose from the bathroom, and the warm water overflowed over his ankles. The magician made a hoarse voice, his eyes flushed, and he didn''t know if it was cool or angry. "Now that you have filled up the demons, it''s time to reach a contract, right?" Seeing that the magician has a bad tone, the devil knows how to see it well and accept it. "Of course, my dear magician, I am happy to help you." He smiled and kissed the corner of the magician''s closed mouth, and snapped his fingers obediently. The next second, the light in the bathroom was suddenly obscured by shadows. Those black shadows climbed onto the magician''s hands, and easily dismantled the heavy plaster and bandage. Without the shackles of the plaster, Zong Jiu could feel that his hands seemed to be much lighter. The white-haired young man didn''t care about being angry, so he lowered his head and tried to move his fingers tremblingly. Feeling. It''s true perception! The magician slowly clenched his fingers, feeling that this was clearly different from the previous strength. He can feel his hands full of power, even higher than when he performed the magic at the peak. If he can, he can easily draw what he wants from the fifty-four scattered cards. If he wants to, he can also consider challenging those handed down in the magic world, and almost no one other than celebrities can achieve fast hand-swap skills. "Baby, your hands are so flexible." The devil pretended to be surprised and took his hand from behind, clasping his fingers with the magician. "Yes, it is indeed a lot more flexible." Zong Jiu bent the corners of his mouth and gathered the fingers on the other side. Then, with all his strength, he turned around and punched the opponent hard. Chapter 241: Faust Sure enough, Zong Jiu finally knew why the parchment had three orders and five applications. Remind the contractor every few lines, emphasizing the cunning and treacherous devil. It turns out that the devil is really cunning. From only the magic exchange is not really done, to the baby will not reach the last step, and finally baby you are too cute to hold on. Every time I got an inch closer, every time I just stepped on the line of defense that the magician''s heart broke through. When I looked back, I realized that the opponent had gone so far. But of course, if this could cure his hand, Zong Jiu would treat this as an accident at most, and he would be an adult, so he would be fine. That''s right, there will be no psychological burden, even the hands are not only restored, but also to a higher level, how can I think of it is my own earning. Zong Jiu told himself that, finally in the middle of the night, he couldn''t help but get up secretly from the bed. Just kidding, how could he let the devil and himself sleep in the same bed, so after taking a shower, he mercilessly shut the person in the small study room of the apartment. There was a small soft piece prepared by Zong Jiu before reading. The bed, although it doesn''t seem to be enough for the devil''s height... but what right does a guy who eats and drinks have to express! He stepped barefoot on the furry carpet, pricked up his ears and looked at the sound in the distance. very quiet. This high-end apartment is located on a high floor, and it is the most popular real estate area for many public figures to buy. It is very good in terms of security and confidentiality. It is far away from the street on weekdays. There are private elevators on the first floor. The sound insulation effect is absolutely top , No sound can be heard. At night, even the devil should need to sleep. Zong Jiu looked around vigilantly and made sure that the study door was still tightly closed, before he walked forward tiptoe. It''s strange why he feels that his eyesight seems to have been greatly improved. In such an environment with no light, even without turning on the lights, you can easily see the whole view of the entire apartment. Could it be that signing a contract with the devil will increase physical fitness? The doubts that arose in Zong Jiu''s heart became more and more serious. He felt as if he was shrouded in a cloud of mist. seem...... The magician looked down at his hand. These hands are now very healthy and full of vitality. It doesn''t matter if you open ten decks of cards in a row, you can even continue the previous world tour in the next second, or crack the high-end magic that Zong Jiu had previously shown. To put it a bit more exaggerated, only with the hands of the present, it is not difficult to surpass the great man in the magic world in the past. He can create a history that belongs to the "Great Magician Zong Nine", and firmly believes that there is nothing in the past or the future. The history of human transcendence. Because it is really superior. It is impossible for a magician not to know where the upper limit of his hands is. In any case, the devil did all of this. Without that devil, Zong Jiu didn''t know what would happen to him in the future. Maybe it is decadence that cannot last all day, maybe it is completely lost interest in this world, or something else. He promised the old nun that he would not take the initiative to break the chains on his body; but the old nun never told him how to repeat this boring and blank life if he loses interest in everything. In the darkness, his hands were miraculously stretched. Obviously yesterday, he was still swaying for the hope left by his disabled hands. Even if he heard the subtext of those experts, Zong Jiu still had a glimmer of hope in his heart. As they said, he was waiting for "a miracle." Now, although the miracle has become a contract between selling one''s soul and signing a contract with the devil, in the end...it is indeed a miracle. At least it is a miracle that belongs to Zong Jiu alone. But he always felt...where did he seem to have seen this devil. And, maybe it''s not an ordinary relationship, like...it should be. It''s like forgetting something. Zong Jiu rubbed his temples, pressed this inexplicable idea, and picked up the pamphlet on the ground again. The hexapod altar cloth and parchment are also included in a booklet, which contains the 108 detailed rules for summoning the devil from hell. Zong Jiu scanned it briefly, and placed candles, silver knives, utensils, and six-pointed star altar cloths with countless Jewish names on the ground as required, and began to recite the counter-summoning spell. ...Yes, since the hands are already healed, he has to cross the river to tear down the bridge, reject the water and deny people, and send this nasty devil back to his hell. Zong Jiu has even typed out his own belly script. Even if the angel in the mouth of a certain devil really found out, he would at least pick himself up temporarily. He slapped the wound on his previous arm again, and waited for the blood to gush out and then repeated the counter-summoning spell three times. Still nothing happened. This time Zong Jiu had already had the experience of the previous one, and waited for a long time in place, just to wait for the time for the spell to be activated. There should be something like that, otherwise, why did he chant the spell three times before, and after a while, the devil came out. The night sky was still silent, without the slightest sound. Succeeded? Zong Jiu looked back at the door of the study, but found no movement. So he put the knife back on the ground, covered the wound with his hand, and approached the door step by step. He put his head on the door, and did not hear any noise inside. If the counter-summoning spell succeeds... now the devil should be thrown back to hell. But be cautious. Zong Jiu stepped back two steps, planning not to push the door. In this case, no matter if he goes back, he will have a way out. The white-haired young man stepped back step by step, until... he ran into a cold body behind him. "My dear magician, at the door of the bedroom most of the night, is it a long night, lonely sleepless?" The devil clung to him skillfully, his voice was not half sleepy, but a joke on the contrary. "Why are you still here?" Zong Jiu suddenly turned his head and punched him. Since his hands recovered, he has often itchy hands like he has awakened some strange attributes. "You can''t blame me for this, it''s obviously you who disturbed your dreams in the middle of the night." The man shook his head with a sigh, "Have you ever heard the old saying, your Excellency? It''s easy to ask God to give it away. Now that we have signed a contract, it is not a good habit to temporarily retort." Although it is a young version of the magician, it is indeed the same anti-bone clamor, if the demon is really a devil, it might be beaten back. But the crux of the problem is... all of this is caused by him. It''s really rare, it''s usually a magician fooling him, and there are times when the devil turns against the generals. "Mephistopheles!" "go to bed." The devil lazily threw the person onto the bed and climbed up very consciously, pulling the person into his cold embrace like holding a large doll. Thanks to the constant temperature air-conditioning in the apartment all the year round, otherwise Zong Jiu would be shivering for a while. "With so much energy, do you want to do it again?" The man embraced him with one hand, while playing with scattered silver-white hair in the other. The devil pretended to start the performance: "Baby, you have treated me warmly several times today, and I am very satisfied. However, although I am very happy with this kind of thing, you are too fast. it is good." "Who do you say is coming soon!" Zong Jiu was furious, and this time he used ten percent of his strength to kick the person off the bed. It''s a man''s dignity, what the **** can it bear? The fact is not Zong Jiu Kuai, but the contrast. "Go! You can sleep on the carpet!" Zong Jiu rolled all the quilt on the bed and closed his eyes. Of course, he didn''t sleep, his ears were still watching the wind and grass around him. Who can sleep so much in the presence of an evil devil? Anyway, authentic nine can''t. But it''s weird. Obviously he only summoned the devil yesterday, and he rolled the sheets after an hour, and now it hasn''t been more than twenty-four hours when he is full, but he seems to have known each other for a long time. After Zong Jiu recovered, he found that there was a furry thing beside him. He looked up and saw a burnt doll rabbit. This rabbit is not good-looking, very ugly, its ears are scorched, and they are scorched black and yellow. strange. Very familiar. But I can''t remember where I''ve seen it. "..." The magician was silent for a moment. "Did we know each other before?" The demon who was about to sneak onto the bed raised his eyebrows, "Yes." He confessed this without shy. "Our previous relationship should be closer, and you have invited me to sleep with you at any time." The man pretended to sigh, "Now you have forgotten everything." "How is it possible, dream." Zong Jiu said coldly: "How can you, the devil living in hell, know me? A liar full of lies, I won''t believe your words." demon:"......" I was limped by my own flicker and made a mistake. The apartment suddenly became quiet again. This time it really became very quiet. Zong Jiu was vigilant not to let the devil climb into the bed, while thinking about the specific matters of tomorrow in his heart. Now that the hands are restored, the remaining work and the remaining things must be put on the contract...There is also the world magic tour that has only been held, and of course, there are countless people who are waiting to see him. The magician fell off the altar to make a joke. The holiday that I finally got is gone, and tomorrow I have to return to the life of social animals. Fortunately, magicians only need to perform. In addition to studying magic in private, they are also free. There are not so many restrictions on stars. After thinking about it, maybe today is indeed tired, and the white-haired magician''s breath gradually became longer. The shadows that secretly surrounded the bed suddenly swarmed up, wrapping people firmly into a cocoon, ensuring that they would not disturb the other person''s light sleep. The devil returned to the bed contentedly, and took the man into his arms through the quilt. His dark golden pupils flashed and disappeared in the darkness, whispering. "I didn''t lie to you, dear magician, you did say that." In the copy of Judgment Day, the little demon holding the doll awakened from the nightmare. While his eyes were dilated, he focused on the white-haired magician holding the candlestick in front of him. Whether it was a six-year-old little devil or today''s big devil, at that moment they seemed to hear their own heartbeat that didn''t exist. Very at ease. ¡®Next time if there is no light in the room and the candle is not lit, you can come and find me to light it anytime. ¡¯ Chapter 242: Faust The media around the world made another sensation. A month ago, the great magician Zongjiu suffered a car accident and unfortunately suffered comminuted fractures in his hands. From then on, the news of saying goodbye to the stage was flying around the world like snowflakes. The magic industry in this world is very developed. Whether it is film and television works or literary works, there are more involved and quite popular. So relatively speaking, the great magician at the top of the industry is also attracting everyone''s attention. Zong Jiu is the leading card magician of this year, and there are countless people staring at him on weekdays. So as soon as the news of his car accident came out, several families were happy and sad. In particular, some unidentified people secretly revealed that after consulting with him by world-class experts, they all said that they can only expect miracles. In the past few days, the major media have been lamenting the fall of a star in the magic world. He is still so young, and based on his golden age, he can still be active on stage for at least more than ten years. He didn''t expect that he was famous but suffered this tragedy when he was young. Then today, the agent team of the great magician suddenly announced that his hands had healed, and the original world tour plan would be resumed next week. "Wow¡ª" At this moment, everyone was boiling. Especially those who waited to see the jokes and waited to take over the status and resources of the card magic master made the most trouble. They deliberately incited public opinion in order to completely expose the matter, but now telling them that Zong Jiu''s hands are better again? All of a sudden, those experts who had consulted with Zong Jiu were called by various channels. "Sorry, we can''t disclose the privacy of patients at will. This is the professional ethics of doctors." But even though the experts said so, they have to sigh with emotion, "The miracle has really come." And all of this, Zong Jiu, who was in the center of the storm, never knew. Early the next morning, he talked to his agent and held a video conference at the strong request of the other party. "My hands are really fine, all right, do you see? I hung up after reading it." Zong Jiu impatiently showed the fancy skills of a few cards, and closed the video in the dumbfounded eyes of the agent team. Now that the hands are all right, everything has to return to daily life. Faced with this situation, brokers are of course happy to see. If Zong Jiu had an accident, their team would also have to be disbanded. Among other things, Zong Jiu, who runs a personal studio, at least paid them extraordinarily generous salaries. In the past few days, everyone was planning to find another way out. Unexpectedly, Liu Anhua would be another village. In the afternoon, after finishing the various chores, the re-arranged schedule was sent to Zong Jiu''s mailbox. "The next stop is...ODL Country W City." Zong Jiu browsed and found that the venues for future tours are all around the Mediterranean. As expected, he happened during the tour. He has been to many countries before, and there are only a few small countries that are close to him. It is said that the tickets for his next performance on the Internet have already reached sky-high prices. Everyone seems to have witnessed how the magic master recovered after he was diagnosed with a comminuted fracture in his hands. It is said that there are many more people opening bets on the Internet, betting whether his hand can return to its previous peak state. It''s really like a dream. Obviously, I was still having a headache for my hands yesterday, so I didn''t have anything to do today. Zong Jiu walked into the kitchen and cut an apple for himself. Looking at the blue blood vessels on his pale wrist, he couldn''t help but gather his five fingers, as if he wanted to make sure that all this was not illusory. The uninvited person took a bite on the apple in the magician''s hand very consciously. The most hateful thing is that after eating, the devil still commented, "It tastes good, not as sweet as you." The magician''s response was to put the apple directly into the opponent''s mouth. "Baby, what should I do if you are going out?" The devil is not angry, but keeps up. Zong Jiu threw a card over and said ruthlessly: "This is my secondary card. Buy what you want, don''t bother me." On the other side, on the TV that was turned on, it happened that President Ba said coldly to the female protagonist. "Woman, this is my card. There is a limit of 100,000 per day. Not satisfied?" demon:"......" There is a subtle illusion. "But we must stay together, and the parchment says that we must stay alive, or terrible things will happen." "Is there such a thing?" Zong Jiu was suspicious. "Of course there is. Part of the contract is written in Latin. This is the common language in our hell. It''s normal for you to not understand, baby." The devil began his performance again: "Everything can be prevented in case, isn''t it? In case something accident happens..." just in case. Indeed, in the unlikely event of an accident, no one can afford it. Zong Jiu would not take this risk. A crossroads popped out of the white-haired magician''s forehead, and he turned his head and pulled a bit on the way he bought the parchment. He bought it on a black technology forum, and the seller vowed to say that it was the parchment he had obtained from the remains of Solomon''s Temple in Jerusalem. It was sold at a high price and attracted the attention of many people. However, until now, there is only a solitary 1 in the list of sold items. Zong Jiula went out to leave a comment: things are not bad, that is, next time you can choose what type of devil to summon, it is too annoying to summon it now. After doing all this, he withdrew again to send a private message to the seller''s customer service. [Magician]: You summon demons, how do you usually send them back to hell? Why can''t I recite the spell three times? To be honest, buying a plane ticket for the devil is very difficult. Because he is simply a shady. In the end, Zong Jiu didn''t bother to care about him, and left the sentence "The devil with vast magical powers will arrive at the destination by himself, see you later" and then boarded the plane without looking back. As a result, when he asked the stewardess to help him make the first-class bed and climbed up to get ready to sleep, his cold hands climbed out of the shadows again. The bed in the first-class cabin was so narrow, Zong Jiu, a big man lying on it, was barely enough, and there was another demon taller than him, it was almost impossible to put his arms and legs. "Baby, you can lie down in my shadow, I am very happy to provide you with this service. Or..." The man held his head and smiled ambiguously, "It''s okay to lie on me." Zong Jiu: "...Go away." He Jiu felt that signing a contract with this devil might be the biggest mistake he had made in his life. The long shadows are like space folding, staggeringly spreading the entire space pod with a layer, extending the space infinitely. Who would have thought that just a shadow could still be used like this? ? ? Anyway, authentic nine is unexpected. After the plane landed, Zong Jiu found that the merchant had already given him a reply. [Customer Service]: This... kiss, this is beyond our understanding. Generally speaking, this is something for occult enthusiasts to try. We are not responsible for either the success rate or the after-sales service. Dear [Magician]: The things you sell are so expensive, haven''t you tried it yourself? [Customer Service]: But no one else has had this situation before, so I can¡¯t laugh or cry. jpg [Magician]: What do you mean, you dare to sell things that you don¡¯t guarantee? Didn¡¯t you say that the devil will be summoned at a rate of over 50%? [Customer Service]: Ah this...but we have only met you, the summoned guest...everyone else has failed. [Customer Service]:...Let¡¯s do it, in fact, we sell fake products, but if you believe in this item, you can¡¯t believe it or not, right? Can I give you half of the money back? The other party probably thought he was mentally ill, so he shivered and gave a refund. Zong Jiu stared at the dialog box speechlessly for a moment, then retired, and found that the comments he had left before were already very lively. [Hahahahahahaha, I rely on, someone really buys such an expensive IQ tax] [My God, this is not a secondary disease, right? I also summoned the devil to return the goods, wtmxs] [Onlookers in the second disease! These years, the second disease is common, and it is rare to see such a rich person! ¡¿ Zong Jiu: "..." Forget it, maybe others are not so lucky? He comforted himself so that he put the phone back in his pocket. The agent was ready to pick up the plane at the WYN airport early, and saw Zong Jiu rushing to greet him immediately. "Brother Nine, congratulations on recovery, congratulations." The agent sighed first, but when he turned his head, he saw the black-haired man with his hands in his pockets and a pair of sunglasses on his face, following behind the magician. "Who is this......?" Seeing that the two of them seemed to know each other, the agent spoke hesitantly. Zong Jiu was silent for a moment. He doesn''t know how to answer. Could it be that this is the devil I summoned from hell? As a result, such a moment of hesitation allowed the devil to take the lead. The black-haired man lowered his head slightly and put a hand intimately on the magician''s shoulder. The dark golden pupils gleamed with a gloomy color on the frame of the sunglasses. When his eyes fell on the person, it was terrifying. Seeing such a scene, the agent was so scared that his pupils went round. Who doesn''t know that this great magician hates physical contact with others the most on weekdays. The agent team has been with him for so long and hasn''t seen any friends with him. The only thing he has dealt with the most is the problem of work, which is horribly isolated. But it does. The ability to achieve such magical achievements at his age can no longer be described by the word genius. But those geniuses who are incompatible with ordinary people like this cannot always find the same kind and need to endure loneliness. "He will be my personal assistant these days, asking why so much." Zong Jiu knocked off the hand on his shoulder impatiently: "Let''s go." Agent: "Okay, okay, come with me, the car is already waiting outside." So they left from the airport where people came and went. When he left, Zong Jiu looked at the devil secretly, and said casually, "Do you **** demons often come to the real world?" "No, rarely." The devil frowned and scanned the gazes looking at them. Especially falling on the white-haired magician. His hair color is too conspicuous, and his figure is tall and slender. He abruptly turns the airport into a fashion show runway, and his turnaround rate is 100%. Even knowing that this is just a low-level copy constructed from the magician''s memory, it still makes the devil feel extremely unhappy. Chapter 243: Faust What the devil didn''t expect was that this was just the beginning. A lot of people came to the performance tonight. The huge theater was full of seats. It is said that a ticket was fired to a high price. Of course the devil does not need to buy a ticket. After the lights dimmed, he paced out of the shadows, his eyes fixed on the distant stage. Although after going out today, the magician told him to stay in the hotel honestly and not to make trouble. But will the devil listen? Obviously not. Only Zong Jiu was worried, for fear of letting this **** devil out to harm the world. There were so many people in the theater, and whispers filled the whole theater. "Unexpectedly, Mr. Zong''s hands would have recovered. I read the report before thinking that Mr. Zong would say goodbye to the stage forever. I didn''t expect a miracle actually happened now. "Yes, I''m so happy to see Mr.''s stage again, I really like him." "I hope not to leave problems, and I also hope that today''s performance will go well, sir, come on!" "Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!" On the stage, the white-haired magician showed a skilful smile, the magic wand in his hand was jumping and flying, and the cards were floating between the slender ones, looking like they would never fall. The light fell from a high place and dyed his hair with a warm color, making his whole person shining and dazzling. It was like a luminous body with its own light source, so it was incredible to see. The eyes of all the people present were focused on him, along with every unexpected movement he made bursts of exclamation, applause was thunderous, and there were even people screaming at her husband with red faces, reaching out to pick up the magician and scattered to the stage Of playing cards. The devil is in a bad mood. He hated the magician being stared at by others, just like his own thing was coveted by others, it was very popular. Obviously these people are so ordinary souls to the devil that they can''t be ordinary, and it is not worthy of him to look at them in the crowd. With just one glance, the demons can see the vulgarity they hide under their skin. The magician always pays so much attention to these ants, focusing on unnecessary people. In contrast, Zong Jiu is in a good mood today. I don''t know why, although it''s only a month, but he always feels that he has been away from this stage for a long time, so long as if it were a world away. But although he was in a good mood, he didn''t have the passionate feeling of standing on stage in the past. It''s strange enough, obviously acting has always been his favorite thing, why is there such an illusion? It''s like... Compared to another thing that is even more exciting, this performance is nothing more than that. "Thank you for watching." After the performance, he saluted the bottom of the stage. Amidst the cheers and hats of the audience, the red curtains hanging on both sides of the Grand Theatre slowly began to fall. Lifting his eyes, he saw the devil leaning on the corner of the wall, blending with the shadows, with a bad face. It''s strange to say that with so many people in the audience, Zong Jiu just glanced over, and his eyes were fixed on the other party''s body unconsciously. If he is a light source body, then the devil is a black hole, and he is the most out of place with a glance. Zong Jiu: "..." Knowing that this person would not be so honest, he still followed. While it was just over, the magician gave the opponent a warning look and walked slowly towards the background. Zong Jiu sincerely hoped that the devil would not make trouble. This performance is more important. Because it is the first performance after the resumption of work, many news media and industry insiders are staring at this performance, so Zong Jiu also specially arranged some dazzling skills just now. The card tricks that people cracked were put on the stage, pushing the atmosphere of the scene to the highest point. After wanting to come to this performance, the whole magic circle has to be shaken again. Of course, at the same time, after the performance, Zong Jiu had to go to the banquet hall upstairs of the theater to attend a small press conference. After the press conference is over, you still need to accompany the sponsors for a few greetings. "Brother Nine, the media is already waiting." The agent hurriedly walked up and passed the jacket in his hand. Zong Jiu put on a windbreaker and hurried upstairs from the special passage in the background. Behind this scene, many sponsor representatives came to review, and the media had been waiting for a long time, waiting upstairs one after another. As soon as the almost white-haired magician walked in, the flashes and microphones followed and squeezed in front of him. "Mr. Zong, what''s the matter with your hands? Some people have disclosed the possibility of your hands not recovering a few days ago. Are they completely healed now?" "Mr. Zong, is the mysterious magic that you performed on the stage just now that no one has cracked for nearly a hundred years?" "Mr......" The agent separated these media from the reporters, "Excuse me, please ask one by one." However, no matter how many people in the team, they can''t stop the enthusiasm of these people. However, in the next second, the impatient Zong Jiu threw out a few cards and nailed them in front of them. Looking at the cards that were not on the wooden floor, the entire small conference room fell into silence. The agent quickly wiped his sweat: "Ahahaha, this is magic, a little magic." Not only the media, but Zong Jiu also stared at the cards on the ground. He clearly knew that this was not magic. Instead, he nailed the cards into the wooden floor just by wrist strength. But this is not the most important thing. The most important thing is that Zong Jiu is sure that he has no interest in throwing cards casually before. And... at that moment, countless blurry pictures seemed to flash through his mind. He coldly threw out a card and cut off the black-haired demon''s hair, but the other party pushed him on the door panel and squeezed a picture of a black house card. There were countless cards scattered, and he bit one of them, provoking the scene of raising his eyes. And he... The scenes flashed back like a revolving lantern, but when Zong Jiu wanted to step forward to see more clearly, these scenes disappeared again, hidden to the depths of his mind, and couldn''t find a part of it. Instead, he started acupuncture first. Feeling painful, cold sweat broke out on his forehead. What are these...if it happened before, why doesn''t he have the slightest memory? But if it wasn''t what happened before, why would he feel so familiar? Familiar enough to make people dizzy? "Brother Nine, Brother Nine?" The agent''s voice recalled his sane, "Is it uncomfortable, do you want to take a break?" Zong Jiu raised his hand to indicate that he was okay, and only then did he raise his eyes again after the fragmentary pictures in the depths of his head disappeared. "let''s start." He said to the camera facing the black hole in front of him. ...... Next is the meeting with the sponsor. Although Zong Jiu hates socializing, living in this world, even if he hates any kind of social relationship, he can''t avoid dealing with the same kind, or even making a fool of himself. Perhaps because he saw that his face was really bad, the sponsor also expressed enough concern. There is no doubt that the commercial value of Zong Jiu is enough for them to treat each other with courtesy. So after the discussion, the sponsors decided to postpone the tour time indefinitely, and waited for two months to rest before making a decision. There are two reasons for this. One is that all the doctors who gave Zong Jiu''s consultation at the time indicated that even if his hands had recovered miraculously, he would not be able to perform vigorously again in such a short period of time. In order to ensure that the cash cow can continue to scalp the money, the hand injury must be paid attention to by 300%. The second reason is that after this change, Zong Jiu''s reputation has risen internationally again, and even some outsiders who are not interested in magic have heard about the deeds of the great magician''s hands crippled and restored. Not to mention that this time Zong Jiu also demonstrated superior abilities than before. It would be better for the rapids to retreat and take a two-month rest to satisfy the appetite of others. It can also be upright and raise a wave of commercial value. Zong Jiu agreed. After drinking two drinks with him, he hurriedly retired. Wyn''s night is a bit cold. In February, the average temperature here was only single digits, and you could feel the chill under the sky at night. Bypassing the bustling crowd, Zong Jiu walked aimlessly to the bank of the Danube. In order not to be recognized, he was fully armed, not only **** his hair in his hat, but also put on sunglasses and a mask. The colorful lights hanging on the tree are strung together with golden tassels. The theatre hall in the distance was brightly lit. Zong Jiu remembered that the last time he came to this city, he had come to listen to the New Year''s concert a few years ago, vividly remembering. This memory is not fake. So what memory did he lose? "Brother, this flower is for you." While he was thinking, a soft voice suddenly came from behind him. Zong Jiu turned around and saw a little girl holding a flower basket in her hand, wearing a Cupid turban on her head, her face flushed with cold. Looking at the bright red rose in her hand, the magician was in a daze for a while. Because Zong Jiu was immersed in his own thinking just now, Zong Jiu would not have noticed that all the couples walking together on the street were couples, and the shops on the street also displayed roses and love. In February, Valentine''s Day will be in a few days. "brother?" Seeing that he didn''t respond, the little girl trembled and raised the flower basket above her head: "A big brother just bought all my flowers. He said, let me transfer these flowers to you." The white-haired magician suddenly raised his eyes. Under the streetlight in the distance, the black-haired demon was leaning against the telephone pole bored, staring lazily. Even though they were far away, Zong Jiu could be sure that the other party must have shown that unclear smile that belonged to the devil again. "Thank you." He retracted his gaze, bent down, and held all the flowers in the little girl''s flower basket. Seeing him accept it, the little girl looked up curiously: "Brother, is the big brother over there your lover?" Zong Jiu was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly replied: "No." "However, roses will only be given to those who like them. Since the elder brother and the elder brother are not lovers, the elder brother must like his elder brother, so he will buy these flowers to give to his elder brother." The little girl broke her fingers in distress, "These roses are very expensive." Then I''m sure he didn''t pay. Zong Jiu opened the wallet full of black lines, touched the little girl''s head, and stuffed the banknotes into the flower basket by the way. He wanted to refute, but he didn''t know how to refute it. At the end, I can only say one sentence: "Not a lover, we are..." Two words flashed through his mind quickly, and he almost blurted out, "It''s an enemy, an unending enemy." Chapter 244: Faust After the vacation, everything slowed down. They came back from wyn and stayed at home idly. When alone, Zong Jiu is usually quiet. He doesn''t like going out and hates places with noisy people, so as long as there is no tour, he usually stays in his high-end apartment most of the time. Only a few times he occasionally wanders out to listen to concerts or dramas, which is considered him. A lackluster hobby. The equipment in the apartment is quite advanced and very quiet. The single-family elevator goes directly to the garage, which will never disturb other people. If you are lucky, you don''t have to meet your neighbors all year round. If you want to eat, you can choose to order, or list the required fruits and vegetables on the apartment list in advance. After a few hours, a special person will deliver it to the door. Just like the express delivery before, you don¡¯t need to do it yourself. Go downstairs. Two months is not long or short, but it is enough to make Zong Jiu familiar with the existence of the devil around him. At dinner, Zong Jiu cooked himself a steak in the kitchen, sprinkled it with black pepper sauce, and walked out with a knife and fork. While he was having dinner alone, the devil suddenly came over with something. Strange to say, Zong Jiu didn''t see the devil one day today. Usually this guy can''t wait to be around him all day long. It''s rare not to see anyone today, and it makes people feel a little uncomfortable. The magician looked up and was surprised to find that it turned out to be a black cat. What''s interesting is that this black cat''s eyes are also dark golden, and when they look at each other, there is always the illusion of seeing someone. "A Gift." The devil hooked his fingers and pulled the stool over with the puppet thread. He sat down affectionately next to the white-haired young man, lazily leaned most of himself on the back of the opponent, and put the cat in his hand to the magician. On his knees. Zong Jiu really likes cats, or he can¡¯t say that he likes them. He just thinks that this kind of animal only needs to raise one. When he is bored, he can always relax his mood, just like the big orange that accompanied him when he was a child. . The most important thing is that cats are very obedient and don''t need to spend more time on them. They can entertain themselves. They are very suitable for lazy people like Zong Jiu who don''t like to go out and walk their dogs. But Zong Jiu never planned to raise it. Because of his itinerary, he has to participate in various tours around the world from time to time every year. It is okay when he doesn''t go out on vacation. Once he goes out, he may not come back for a few months. If you keep a cat at home, the cat¡¯s eating and drinking are usually a problem. In addition, Zong Jiu doesn¡¯t like strangers entering his private land. It is impossible to give the key to the client to feed in, so it is natural to stop. . Zong Jiu frowned: "Where did you bring the cat from?" His fingers slid on the black cat''s back, and the latter did not even struggle, but obediently let him touch it. "Pinch it yourself." The man sniffed, buried in his shoulder, "No need to feed, and it won''t shed hair." Zong Jiu: "..." He wants to know why this guy knows he likes cats more than that. But today... Zong Jiu looked down at the phone. He rarely pays attention to a certain time or day, except for the schedule arranged on the worksheet. Because it is meaningless to pay attention to them, Zong Jiu is not a person with a sense of date and ceremony most of the time. But today is different. Zong Jiu glanced at the date, and suddenly understood why the devil would say it was a gift. Because today is Zong Jiu¡¯s birthday. ...... Sure enough, as the saying goes, there is nothing to be courteous, and one who commits crime is to steal. After Zong Jiu put the dishes in the dishwasher, walked into the bathroom, took a shower, and walked out in his nightgown, a certain demon revealed his true intentions. "Baby, in order to prepare a gift for you, I have consumed a lot of magic power." He lay lazily on the bed with one hand on his head, but he looked at the magician unambiguously, "Should you not compensate me?" Just after Zong Jiu took a shower, his wet long hair was draped behind him, leaving a winding trail of water marks on the white nightgown. The light in the room was already dim. After lighting it like this, you could clearly see the steaming mist of the youth, which seemed to lie behind the narrow eyebrows. It seems... very appetizing. Zong Jiu let out a cold snort, turned his head and walked to the table. In these two months, Zong Jiu didn''t gain anything at all, he could be sure that he had indeed lost a memory. But of course, he couldn''t take this point to verify with the devil, but calmly planned to find out more information. There is no doubt that they knew each other before. Although I don''t know how deep this understanding is, there is no doubt that no matter how it was in the past, their relationship has now reached the point of negative distance contact. A small Black Forest cake was already placed on the table, framed on a silver plate, with cold black chocolate shavings scattered around it. This is one of the few flavors that Zong Jiu likes. Zong Jiu rarely celebrates his birthday, because his birthday is not the day when he was actually born, but the day when he was adopted by an old nun. His real birthday is not known at all. I don¡¯t know where the devil knows this, whether it¡¯s birthday, hobby, or gift. "How did you know?" In the silence, the magician picked up the gold fork and slowly picked up a piece. The lights dimmed suddenly, and at the same time, the candles on the cake lit flickering flames. "It''s not difficult to find these, dear magician." The man''s low voice came up ambiguously, one hand skillfully rounded the magician''s side. The gray-haired magician looked down. On the blue screen, the encyclopedia of magician Zong Jiu''s personal support club is flashing in the dark. It clearly lists his preferences, including age, birthday, height and weight hobbies and various other information. The information was posted by the brokerage company when he first became a magician. At that time, Zong Jiu was more tender and sincere, with almost no fake content, all of which were authentic and honest. Zong Jiu: "..." I didn''t know what to return for a while. The devil can go online, good fellow. Soon, Zong Jiu was in no mood to care about these. The devil who just kept saying that he doesn''t like sweets, after tasting the taste of the magician''s mouth, commented, "Baby, you are so sweet." According to the devil¡¯s fallacy, since Zong Jiu gave Zong Jiu a gift on his birthday, according to the truth, the other party should also return the gift. "The devil still has a birthday?" The magician raised an eyebrow and sneered. "Of course there is, that''s today." The devil is serious: "So my dear magician, what should you give me in return?" "Or......" The man approached him unkindly, his pupils gleaming with a deep light: "Send yourself to me, how about?" ...... This kind of thing belongs to the joy of the world and the flesh. The magician also pursues the happiness and excitement of reality, as long as the other party can make him comfortable, why not do it. "My dear, I help you every time, don''t you think it''s unfair?" The devil hugged the magician''s waist and licked his lips. Zong Jiu looked at him condescendingly, and refused without thinking: "No." "Doing this kind of thing is thankless and can''t make me cool, why should I help you?" Very reason for a magician. If the devil doesn''t let him take a break first, Zong Jiu will never do this kind of loss-making business. And he really often turns his face and refuses to recognize people after getting upset. But what about it, every time it is the devil who begs/joys, it is not him. However, this time, the man grabbed the magician''s ankle and didn''t let him fool it. The temperature rose in the darkness, and the icy thunder and lightning behind the dark clouds engulfed the golden light to split people apart. The magician shivered, convulsing all over his body, and closed his eyes impatiently, letting the sweat on his forehead slip off. The devil loves him so much that he will endure his emotions, and will post to him after a while and tease him. "Baby, you are so hot today, do you have a fever?" Two months later, Zong Jiu was able to get rid of the first unnaturalness and became used to it. Of course, although he is used to it, he has not yet become indifferent before his amnesia, and he can even take the initiative against the guest. He often can''t play a demon with no lower limit in this regard, and sometimes he is so angry that he is unwilling to listen to the other party. Sweet love words, red with anger. Just like now. "...Ahhh...get out!" The magician grabbed his hair, and then was touched by the indifferent demon''s forehead, drowning his breath and tremor into his lips and teeth. After the magician recovered his memory, thinking of all this, he didn''t know what it would be like. Thinking of this, the devil felt happy. But in his own heart, he didn''t seem to want to end all this so early. Finally, the magician bowed his back tightly, and the whole person subconsciously bent into a graceful arc. However, the other party took advantage of the situation and pushed the person to the end of the bed, grinding more harshly. "Mephistopheles--!" Zong Jiu gritted his teeth and shouted out the name. "What''s the matter, baby?" The devil responded happily. For a moment, he suddenly stopped, and the wind stopped raining suddenly. It was after such a moment of cessation that Zong Jiu successfully grasped the initiative. He pushed the man to the wall, his hands unbelievably strong. The black-haired demon pretended to rub the back of his head, which was not hurt at all, with a sad tone. "It''s not a good habit to cross the river and tear down the bridge. You do it every time." Zong Jiu didn''t answer, but stepped on it barefoot. The latter let out a muffled snort, but his Adam''s apple rolled back a few times, making the magician''s toes shrink. Looking at the messy sheets again, the magician jumped out of a crossroad on his forehead and threw it into the washing machine with a black face. There is no change of sheets tonight, so I can only sleep on the sofa. Of course, only Zong Jiu slept on the sofa, and the devil was only suitable for sleeping on the floor. The stars outside the window are very bright. The young man lay on the sofa and slowly closed his eyes, his hair hanging aside. He was so sleepy that he was too tired to turn his head and give a kick to the person who had climbed up quietly. In the silence and darkness, someone seemed to whisper in his ear. Happy birthday, my little magician. Chapter 245: Faust The two-month leave is not long or short. After the vacation, Zong Jiu started his world tour schedule again. This time, the tour time is relatively long. There are almost three or four shows in each city, and the staying days are also extended a lot. Fortunately, the interval between each show is much longer. In the past, I needed to perform a few shows a week, but now I only need one show a week, which is easy. More than half a year passed, it was enough to make Zong Jiu familiar with the existence of the demon around him. During this period, something not big or small happened. Because one time Zong Jiu was caught in a battle in bed, and his body fell into a disadvantage. He could only ridicule the other party that the **** devil was a serious black house. At that time, the demon bit the back of his neck and grinned a little deeper, but he didn''t say much at the time. As a result, after this incident, in the past few months, the devil often went missing when he had nothing to do. Anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu doesn¡¯t care. Once he is in a state of work, he will be in a state of ignorance. Instead of letting the other party have something to do to disturb him, it¡¯s better to disappear as soon as he needs to work. Save the devil to bother yourself. Anyway, as long as he doesn''t perform and doesn''t need to socialize, someone will always appear unconsciously, without the slightest trace. The agent encountered this scene several times, his expression was shocking and funny, but he didn''t dare to say more or ask more. As for Zong Jiu, he was too lazy to explain. After all, he didn''t know how to describe the relationship between him and the devil. It''s a fixed bed/companion, but it seems to be more tender than getting up/companion. It seems more appropriate to say that it is a lover. But they have never been as gluey and affectionate as the lovers of this world. No one started to provoke this topic, they all stopped here tacitly, as if they were fighting silently, not stepping forward to break the final taboo. Soon, Zong Jiu knew what medicine the other party was selling in the gourd. Today, he has to attend an auction reception. It is said that not only the top leaders of the magic circle, but also some top people in other fields are present. In short, it is said that many industry representatives will come, and the great magician Zong Jiu is also impressive. Invited to be listed. Of course, there is no way to refuse this kind of cocktail party where you are gilding yourself. Zong Jiu also has to carry out various publicity activities as written in the contract. So early in the morning, he was received by the agent team from the hotel to the styling room, and all tickets for the dress and hairstyle were included to prepare for the evening reception. Along the way, the agent kept talking about his life, constantly emphasizing how important this auction wine would be, so that he must not get up on the red carpet like before, take a photo, and sit in the corner, completely closed. So on the surface, the white-haired young man agreed, thinking that he would participate in the auction at most and announce to everyone present that he would be the number one person to participate. There is no door for him to dance anyway, so I don''t have to think about it. At this moment, a picture suddenly flashed in Zong Jiu''s mind. The flying cards, the invisible line of puppets, a picture of him in a dimly lit hall, tit-for-tat to another black-haired man, not giving each other a fierce tango. Zong Jiu: "..." I just swore to myself, but now I am greeted with a face slap, which is a bit uncomfortable. Sure enough, just as the agent said, the auction reception tonight is indeed a gathering of celebrities and superstars. The red carpet in front of Zong Jiu is the current Hollywood popular international superstar. The spotlight flashes in a row outside the time, and the screams are one after another. It is so lively. Zong Jiu shook his head in his heart, walked quickly across the red carpet, and signed his name at the end symbolically, showing a business smile. The staff respectfully came forward and led him to the venue. The dance floor of the venue was already full of people in twos and threes in evening dresses, chatting in such a public place where countless pairs of eyes were staring at each other, showing polite and social smiles to each other. After Zong Jiu walked in, he immediately attracted a lot of attention. He himself noticed this. It was obvious that his appearance before the hand injury was not as prosperous as it is now. It seems that after signing a contract with the devil, it is like tonic. Suddenly, he becomes panicked like the burning sun and cannot look directly at him. It''s easy to harvest a large gaze wherever you go. "It turned out to be the famous Mr. Magician Zong, lucky to meet." For example, now, there is no shortage of strikers wherever you go. There are always some people who prefer the indifferent and arrogant breath of the white-haired magician who is thousands of miles away. Even the eyes are extremely disgusting and disgusting. Zong Jiu raised a toast without saltiness, and said perfunctorily: "Happy meeting." He didn''t recognize who the hitter who was blowing up and blowing up himself was at all, and even the string of words he popped out was only a few words or two, and then he turned his attention disinterestedly. "If you don''t mind..." Unexpectedly, the hitter saw him like this, but became angry and stretched out his hand to hold the person. The magician suddenly lowered his eyes, and the cards at his fingertips were ready to go. He also discovered that since his hands recovered, his temper is getting worse and worse. Or use a bad temper to describe something wrong. It should mean that you will endure a little bit before encountering an uncomfortable thing, but now it is just throwing cards at a disagreement. "Excuse me, I borrowed it." Just when he was about to teach a lesson with his backhand, the other white gloved hand lay lazily on the opponent''s shoulder. The hitchhiker was about to swear out loud, Ji Er looked back, his face turned pale, nodded and said something to Mr. and then left griefly. Zong Jiu raised his eyes and saw that, as expected, this familiar voice was undoubtedly an acquaintance. "You..." He was about to speak, and suddenly heard a surprise voice from behind: "Professor, why are you here?" The magician turned his head in confusion, and saw the previous actor with half the sky coming over with a wine glass with a smile on his face, and there was no lack of respect between his words, and he greeted the black-haired demon. "I have paid attention to the lecture you gave in the university last time, but I can''t spare the schedule to listen to it. It''s really a shame. If there is a chance, you can ask about the time and place of your next lecture. ?" Zong Jiu: "..." Good guy, the devil can be a professor, and the students taught are not **** pre-determined accounts, right? Everyone was so low-pitched that they didn''t think that the devil would show any face, and his expression flashed with impatience: "No time, don''t bother me." As a result, he turned his head and saw that Empress Zong Jiu immediately put on another double-labeled ambiguous smile, "My dear, are you surprised or surprised?" All those who were secretly paying attention to this side began to whisper, their expressions inevitably brought shock. No one in the room would not know this outstanding magician, and no one would not know another Professor Mephistopheles who was born out of nowhere and is recognized as an authoritative by countless top people in the industry. It¡¯s always the case. No actual performance is needed. If all the industry leaders openly admit that another person is better than them, they will undoubtedly enshrine the other person on the altar, even if all this is only a trivial matter for the devil. Puppet line. There is so much multimedia here, let alone this scene, it is estimated that the banquet will be broadcast before the end. Zong Jiu didn''t know what identity the devil had acquired, but anyway, he undoubtedly got rid of the name of the black household, and walked up to him dignifiedly, showing a familiar appearance to us. And his identity may not be so simple. Just a professor has won the respect of so many people? The actor next to him was covered with cold sweat on his head: "Ahahaha, I''m sorry to bother you, I''m leaving now, I''m leaving now." After he said he didn''t dare to stay anymore, and hurriedly left. Not only that, but Zong Jiu also noticed that at the beginning, the caller seemed to have walked to the corner silently, showing a frightened and trembling expression, knocked over the wine glass in his hand, and knelt to the ground. "What did you do?" He gave the devil a warning look. "It''s just to make him sober." The devil shrugged, and came up and wrapped his shoulder affectionately, "Don''t care about these boring ants." Zong Jiu became increasingly confused about what this person was thinking. Just like why did you remember your birthday, why did you bring a black cat, and why you said that happy birthday. He didn''t look like a devil at all, he knew the rules easily, and he played the rules in the palm of his hand. As it is now, why the hell''s devil needs to bother to find an identity in the duny world? He obviously doesn''t need this. Now he is making such a posture that seems to intend to develop for a long time, and it is even more confusing for Zong Jiu. Of course, there is another problem...that is, Zong Jiu suspects that the other party is not a devil at all. However, this conjecture cannot be jumped to a conclusion when he has not yet obtained the confirmatory memory, and he still needs temptation. "You can go back after the contract is completed, or do you plan to stay in the human world?" "Baby, don''t worry." The demon sitting beside him lazily played with the magician''s hair, "It''s not just a contract, you owe me twice." They whispered like no one at the auction venue, completely unaware of how close they were in the eyes of others, and they did not allow outsiders to intervene at all. Zong Jiu twisted his eyebrows deeply, "When did I owe you twice?" The devil laughed and said nothing. While they were talking, the auction was still going on in full swing, and occasionally the black-haired demon would glance indifferently and raise the auction board in his hand. However, Zong Jiu, who is addicted to the verbal advantage, did not pay much attention to this point. "Christmas is coming soon, do you have any plans?" Looking at the next auction collection, Zong Jiu suddenly realized this. On Christmas Day last year, he suffered a sudden car accident and spent the New Year in the ward. It can be said that it was the worst and darkest period of his 20 years. Counting this, he had an operation at the end of January, and he summoned a demon at the beginning of February... It''s almost a year. time flies. Unbelievable, even being able to get along for so long, can be regarded as a feeling of a world away. At Christmas every year, Zong Jiu has to go back to the old church, and this year is no exception. Chapter 246: Faust The days passed slowly, and Christmas finally arrived as promised. There are lights and colorful lights everywhere, Christmas trees with colorful lights are arranged on the corners of the street, and Christmas carols are circulated in the shopping malls over and over again. Christmas this year seems to be extraordinarily cold, and it looks like it''s going to snow. However, the city where the high-end apartment is located is near the sea, and the dimension is not high. It is really difficult to snow. Zong Jiu woke up very early. Before dawn, he opened his eyes, knocked off the hands of the demon on him, stepped on the carpet and walked to the cloakroom. It''s too cold in winter, so the heating in the apartment is generally turned on the highest. As long as you don''t go out, you can wear short sleeves indoors. But in fact, this temperature is not what Zong Jiu feels, but some people are too cold, and they like to get around other people. They are so annoying. Finally, for the sake of his own health, Zong Jiu had to keep his face black and heat the heater. Open to the maximum. After I changed my clothes and washed, it was almost light up. The magician took coffee from under the coffee machine, took out the browned bread slices in the toaster, smeared a thick layer of tomato sauce, and stood at the table, preparing to tie his hair. In the next second, the scarred hand wiped his fingertips, skillfully took the rubber band from the white-haired young man''s hand, and gathered up his long silver-white hair that was scattered like moonlight. The man was standing lazily behind him, manipulating the shadows to help the magician massage his waist, while combing his five fingers into a comb, holding the hair in his hand. Zong Jiu didn''t make any movements, letting the other party comb his hair, but his eyes were still sober. He put the plate back in the kitchen, picked up a thick cashmere scarf, put on a mask and sunglasses, "Let''s go." If you put it in previous years, the city where Zongjiu''s apartment is located is far away from the small city where the old church is located. Every time I had to book a room in a hotel in a small town a few days in advance and rush there by plane. But now there is no need, there is a person like the devil, who only needs to travel through the shadows to reach it easily, which greatly saves the time spent on the road. The black-haired demon snorted and clasped his hand with his backhand. In the next second, the shadows cruising around the room pierced from the ground, creating a continuous flow of indeterminate dome curtains in front of them, with no end in sight. The feeling of falling into the shadows is not Zong Jiu''s first taste. Not long ago, he was forced to experience the feeling of being surrounded by shadows after losing a bet with the devil. For humans, this alien space is undoubtedly very cold and dark, with no light coming out. Because these shadows are constantly flowing, even if Zong Jiu has excellent night vision ability, he can''t get a glimpse of this space. He can only be walked by the devil holding hands. Zong Jiu didn''t realize that, for him, putting himself in a range beyond his control was actually an expression of trust. There are always things that change subtly. Not long after he left, he suddenly became clear. They appeared in a narrow and dark alley. "Snowing." Suddenly exposed to the air of a few degrees below zero from the warm room, the magician couldn''t help tightening the scarf around his neck, and a layer of white mist appeared around the mask. There is thick snow on the ground, without any traces of footprints, softly as if stepping on the clouds. The town was surprisingly quiet, and only the sound of the church bell in the distance could be heard, echoing empty in the sky. The belief in Christmas is very strong. For this city where Zong lived when he was nine years old, people here generally have beliefs. Once there is a holiday for seven days, no one can be seen on the street. The doors of every house are closed and the shops are closed. But the coastal city where Zongjiu Apartment is located is different. It¡¯s the Spring Festival and there is no Christmas at all, so what should everyone do, and don¡¯t care at all. Halfway through, Zong Jiu suddenly remembered something. He forgot to buy flowers. The old nun liked flowers very much, so every time Zong Jiu came back, Zong Jiu would bring a bunch of flowers. Usually the hotel prepares for him. This time through the quick shadow travel, he won''t remember it for a while. No way, Zong Jiu can only stroll around this street, looking forward to finding a flower shop that hasn''t closed yet. Fortunately, there is one and only one on the corner of the street, which is just an accessory shop. This small city can also be regarded as a major tourism development city, with many local characteristic accessories. On weekdays, various small shops are distributed around the old alleys. There are many kinds of shops. They sell everything, including handmade crafts and contemporary ones. Witchcraft souvenirs. The clerk standing at the door glanced at their interlocking hands, and immediately smiled enthusiastically. "Merry Christmas! Would you like to give your lover a ring of our local flowers?" Zong Jiu: "..." This is the second time. The last time was the little girl who sold roses more than half a year ago. In the dark-haired demon chuckling happily on his side, the magician quickly let go of the hand that he had forgotten to let go as quickly as he wanted to cover up, and vetoed, "No, I would take the liberty to ask. May I ask if you have fresh Flowers? I just need to buy some flowers." "Yes, please come in with me." The clerk looked at them with regret. Although both of them brought sunglasses and masks, looking at their stature and atmosphere, they knew that they were a perfect pair. The rings in the store are not like the dazzling array of precious metals in the jewelry store, but they are warm. A small rose is carefully carved on the ring entwined with bronze vines. After helping the magician to wrap a bunch of white lilies, the clerk still had some regrets. "Do you really want to buy a ring? We have an ancient romantic legend. As long as you wear a flower ring for your lover at midnight, you can live forever." "Thank you for your kindness, we really don''t need it." Zong Jiu politely refused, glaring at the demon who couldn''t hide the happy expression even with the mask, and walked straight out of the shop. They walked along the road, and at the end was the old church. Even though ten years have passed, this place is still the same as Zong Jiu''s memory, with gray walls and white roofs. In winter, those fat pigeons don''t know where they are flying. It may be that Zong Jiulai''s time is not right. A Christmas event has just been completed here, and the snow on the stone road at the door has been trampled into ice. The world is very quiet, and the snow is heavy again, and it is flying up and down like catkins, and you can''t see the end. Zong Jiu never thought that one day he would bring another person here. Unbelievable, extremely absurd, I didn''t even dare to think about it in the past. "and many more." The white-haired magician stopped and smiled. Under the reflection of sunlight and white snow, he seemed to merge with the snow scene behind him. "A devil enters the church. It doesn''t seem very good, doesn''t it?" It''s rare for the devil to be choked. As the saying goes, one lie will be rounded up with a thousand lies. In order to express his weakness after losing his magical power, the devil made up a lot of nonsense, so he coaxed the young and tender little magician into bed. I''m all right now, and I shot myself in the foot. "Of course, my dear, I will wait for you outside." He smiled with a sweet and greasy smile, "Don''t let me wait too long. The breath of Christmas and being close to the church will aggravate my magic loss. If the magic loss is too much, I will love you too, baby. " Zong Jiu: "..." The devil consumes too much mana, but it is him who should be distressed. Is this reasonable? The white-haired magician snorted and walked into the church without looking back. But at the moment he stepped into the church, the expression on his face disappeared for a moment, and it became completely unwavering. At this moment, he didn¡¯t seem to see the vigorous little magician in him. On the contrary, he was more like a young magician who had experienced years of abyssal despair and experienced life-and-death struggles in that endless loop of thriller trainee competitions. Shadow. There are too many things that time can change, from the initial alert to the current familiarity. I don''t know when, the magician who has become accustomed to being alone and hated being disturbed by others has passed by for a long time in the days when there is one more person. With the passage of time, his memory is gradually unblocking. As of now, Zong Jiu has almost been able to analyze from those memory fragments that 70% of this guy is not a devil from **** at all. It is estimated that nine of the ten sentences that made up the devil were coaxing him. It''s hard to make people''s fists hard. After all, I just picked up a few pieces of memory. In the face of what their relationship was, why did Zong Jiu''s lost memory still find nothing after Zong Jiu completely stroked his memory line? What is his purpose... . With such questions, Zong Jiu is still at a loss. But soon. Zong Jiu had a hunch, he only needs an opportunity, waiting for a coincidence to come, those dusty things, whether it is memory or the past, will all be returned to him. Zong Jiu doesn''t like being concealed, he likes to keep everything in his palm. In other words, this kind of days that are too calm, without waves, are like mirror flowers, and people know the falsehood, which will be shattered with the touch of it. It is precisely because of this that Zong Jiu insists on coming here, and he needs to verify a guess in his heart. Then, completely retrieve his memory. ...... After the magician''s figure disappeared at the door of the church, the demon withdrew his sight. The smile on his face disappeared suddenly, and he became bored. Almost a year. This copy is almost a year old. But in fact, the time flow rate of the infinite loop in the copy is not the same as that of the outside world. No matter how long the time inside, it will still be at most a few hours after going out. Such a comfortable life is even more incredible for the devil, and it can even be called a novel experience that has never been experienced before. In the past, only human nature, blood and death could interest him. But now, the magician has become his eternal source of fun, and he is not tired of it. The devil looked around aimlessly, and his gaze fell on the jewelry store again. There, a scarlet rose was wrapped around the dark green vines, preserved and fixed on the red velvet cloth in an unknown way, like a cursed beast rose, and like the one that never withered on planet B612. what is love? Should the devil understand? The devil doesn''t understand, let alone understand. He thought, even if he knew it well, he would never say it. If the magician guesses one day, treat it as a surprise. Chapter 247: Faust There is an ancient legend in this small town. According to legend, in the Middle Ages, this was a forest. The witches in the forest are good at love potions, boil them with their sprout love as raw materials, and sell them to passing travelers. Over time, as the materials ran out, the witch''s heart gradually became dry and cold, without a trace. So she could no longer make a love potion, nor could she stay young forever. She decided to close her witch''s hut and leave this place. Just before the witch made a decision, the last traveler arrived at the midnight bell. He brought a flower ring to the witch, revealed his love, and awakened the witch''s frozen heart. "Finally, the witch and her beloved will live in the forest forever, until they are old. The legend of the flower ring continues in this way, so our town will have the tradition of making flower rings." The clerk babbled and said with a smile, "You and the white-haired gentleman must be lovers of good relationships, right?" When the two gentlemen walked into the store, she seemed inexplicably afraid, she didn''t dare to look up at the black-haired gentleman. But the problem is that she looks more at her white-haired gentleman, and the consequences are even more terrifying than looking at the black-haired directly, so the solicitation of the clerk trying to sell the ring is much lower. Unexpectedly, when he turned his head, the black-haired gentleman would return to the store, which is really surprising. "The white-haired gentleman doesn''t seem to be very good at expressing feelings, but his eyes are always paying attention to you." The clerk carefully put the specially treated ring into the black velvet box: "We have seen this look on many customers who come to the store to shop. They are all happy lovers." "Your husband cares about you, there is no doubt about it." "Don''t take the packaging bag, just give it to me." The devil never liked to listen to beautiful words, but this time he rarely interrupted this meaningless compliment. The clerk was taken aback, and his mind immediately turned a corner. She has not encountered this situation before. Generally, only when the customer who bought the ring decides to propose marriage, she will only leave with the ring box. "Thanks for your patronage, I wish you a successful marriage proposal." "By the way, there is a tradition here. If you plan to spend the rest of your life with another person, you must take him to the elders to see. Even in front of the cemetery, the elders will give you blessings." propose? The devil sneered, but did not explain. It seemed that he put the small ring box into the pocket of his suit, but in fact he passed it through the pocket and put it in the shadow, and immediately left the jewelry store in large strides. It''s still snowing outside, and it''s getting bigger and bigger, one after another, covering the sky and the earth. The shadow spontaneously covered the devil''s feet, so that the snow water did not even touch his trousers. But in fact, this might be unnecessary, because the temperature of his body is not enough to melt them. In fact, many times, demons do not understand the joys and sorrows of these human beings, and even sneer at them. He was a monster born from evil thoughts, and it was so bad that it was so bad. But the magician...is different again. For humans, these seem to be very important. As long as they don''t get out of this decisive battle dungeon, no one knows that they have tried their best to put each other to death, and no one knows that they were ever-ending enemies. For the first time, the devil had the idea that "even if it is such a dull and easy day, if the object is a magician, it would be good to keep going on like this". It''s dangerous, but not annoying. If the object is replaced by a magician, everything is so reasonable. He returned to the door of the church. There is a time difference between the two cities. It is still morning on the apartment side, and it is already afternoon on this side, and the sky is a little gloomy. The newly fallen snow refilled the footprints of the pedestrians who had come to pray before, as if it had never existed. When Zong Jiu came out, he saw this scene. A man in a black suit stands in the snow, with a vast snow in the background, only he is a deep color that is out of place, just like the difference on the canvas, and easily grabs the attention of others. "Is the prayer over?" Seeing Zong Jiu coming out, the devil put on a habitual smile again. He noticed that the bunch of pure white lilies were still in the arms of the white-haired young man, and there was no sign of being sent out. But in fact, the person holding the flower is more attractive to him than the flower. The magician curled his mouth at him and suddenly asked: "Would you like to go to a place with me?" "A rare invitation." The devil raised his eyebrows, his expression unable to discern happiness or anger, "Yes, my magician." So Zong Jiu led him to turn left and right, walking skillfully through the winding alleys of this small town. Perhaps it was because he was in a really good mood today, and it was rare for him to explain. "This is where I lived when I was young." Even after more than ten years have passed, it is still like an old photograph that has been frozen, without the slightest change. After walking for about twenty minutes, they came to a cemetery surrounded by black iron fences. At first glance, this area is specially fenced, and there are stone crosses standing in the cemetery. After arriving here, Zong Jiu stopped talking. He stepped forward and placed the flower in his hand in front of one of the tombstones. The white name of the old nun was written on the gray stone, intertwined with the swaying petals. After doing all this, he turned around, did not look directly at the devil, and grabbed the cold hand a little scribbled. The devil is still dressed today, with white gloves on his hands, arrogantly like a nobleman walking out of an oil painting. However, the magician''s hand didn''t stop, it got into the glove and held the scarred hand. Standing in silence black and white before the cross tombstone. long time. Maybe five minutes, maybe ten minutes, maybe longer. No one cares. Zong Jiu finally spoke after the devil even felt that the other party''s body temperature burned him. "Let''s go." He said: "We should go home." ...... After returning from the old church, something quietly changed. The changes seem to be mutual. It can be one person or two people. But no one dares to jump to a conclusion about what has changed. The magician seldom touched him actively, and never proactively asked for joy. But today, both of these have been broken. After returning to the high-end apartment where they had lived together for nearly a year, Zong Jiu didn''t even take off his coat, and turned around and offered a kiss to another cold body. And the devil did not have any stagnation or surprise. He obeyed his magician''s wishes and swept the upper jaw with the tip of his tongue, grabbing the temperature in the opponent''s mouth. No one speaks. In silence, the devil untied the hair tie he had personally pierced for the magician, letting the long silver-white hair fall out. They kissed fiercely and deeply like two beasts in a game. This was not the same as the first time, the **** battle afterwards, and even the tenderness of Jing Hua Shui Yue. Intense, indulgent, clutching the other''s wrist or neck. Heavier and deeper than ever, the man was so strong that he was about to break his life into his own bones and blood. Night began to fall. The lights on Christmas night were on outside. Circles of warm yellow lights are wrapped around the Christmas tree, the top stars are shining, and every holly leaf is dyed with warm and ambiguous colors. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the feathers falling from heaven seem to be endless, wrapping everything visible in the field of vision with a color similar to that of the magician''s hair. "haha a......" The young man''s chest was up and down violently, and after a violent convulsion, he fumbled and took out a pack of cigarettes from the bedside table. The flame sprang up in the room full of water, illuminating the dark golden eyes at the man''s fingertips. Zong Jiu chuckled, suddenly propped up his upper body, leaned to his lips and lit the cigarette. The smoke rises, it is a cold mint smell. The magician''s face was extinguished in the light and fog outside the window downstairs. The white-haired beauty put a cigarette in one hand, lay back slowly, and said word by word, it was no different from provocation. "...Go deeper." In the short three words, before the voice fell, he was lifted into the air by the shadows and pressed against the wall fiercely, his toes tightened uncontrollably. Without the slightest hesitation, the devil did as easily as the magician''s wish. Moonlight leaked from the curtains, and the cold sword caught the light, as if dragging the light into an endless abyss, cruelly nailed to the back of the wall from the bottom up, one after another, like a strong wind The torrential rain, the sudden raindrops, never ends, as if they are about to hit and break like this. Zong Jiu was panting/breathing all the time, without deliberately suppressing it. They couldn''t see each other''s expressions in the dark, and no one spoke. Even the devil who likes to tease the little magician the most at this time is abnormally silent, focusing all his strength on his actions. As we all know, little magicians don''t smoke. But the magician will. Not addicted, but will use nicotine to keep yourself awake. Earlier, at the moment Zong Jiu walked out of the old church, the devil knew this at first glance at him. But now, they are tacitly tacit, no one picks it out, only indefatigable contradictions. Yes, as long as it is not clear, it can go on like this. There is no infinite loop, and there is nothing to fight for a life and death enemy, let alone those so-called positions and hostility. It''s just the magician and the devil, nothing more. The devil bit his shoulder blade lightly, and the rare warmth movement made people goose bumps. I don''t know how long it took before Zong Jiu''s voice sounded like usual. "Baby, you are so passionate today." The magician who was pressed against the wall grinned, and was quickly caught up in the intermittent low/gasp, and could no longer hear the following. Uncountable this is the first few times to reach the top. For some reason, the devil wanted to see the other''s face at the moment. I want to kiss him, I want to look at him, I want to touch the tip of his nose. I want to wear a ring for him, using human methods. Obviously clumsy and ridiculous, but the irony is that in the face of a magician, the devil has never been so helpless. Thoughts grow like weeds. However, at the moment he turned around, the man froze in his hand holding the ring in his lowered hand. Rose flower. A budding rose, delicate and beautiful, couldn''t be more familiar. You can''t use any special items in the decisive battle dungeon, but it was given to the magician by the devil himself, and you can use special items that hinder all items. [S-level trainee Zongjiu used B-level props on you: the rose of planet B612] [You have been fixed, the time limit is three minutes] The magician panted and stared at the dark golden pupils in the darkness. He couldn''t see the other person''s expression at the moment. Zong Jiu remembered what Zhuge had said to him secretly. The devil is likely to make a deal with the main system. The main system gives the devil the authority, and the devil needs to achieve its goals. The key to the transaction is likely to be forcibly bound to an infinite loop. After contacting the previous demon''s unexplained words, the result is obvious. However, the devil had never confirmed this in front of Zong Jiu. He is too arrogant. He neither disdains to win unnecessary sympathy by showing weakness, nor does he disdain to lower his height by selling miserables. Perhaps for the devil, no matter what his attitude towards the magician is, it is always his own business. Or maybe he knows that what doesn''t belong to him will eventually go. But if this wild chirping magician can fly back, the one who belongs to him will eventually belong to him. The cold mechanical sound rang in his ears. [S-level trainee Zongjiu, the main task has been completed] [Unfortunately, your 1v1 copy has failed. You are free to decide whether to withdraw from this copy] "It turns out...you have already completed the main mission..." The devil didn''t answer, and he couldn''t answer. In fact, as early as a long time ago, when he accepted the name of "Mephistopheles", which was almost a joke, but belonged to the magician alone, his main task was completed. The devil won, but he chose to stay. Staying in this copy, in the posture of a loser, even made up a series of lies in a clever tongue, just to weave a beautiful dream. In this almost eternal three minutes, the devil responded in another way. [The instructor has passed the victory of this copy to you] [Congratulations on getting the C-place prop: Universal Wish Voucher. Leave the dungeon immediately to make a wish] He gave Zong Jiu the right to choose. Faust chose God and escaped Mephistopheles'' embrace, so what about the magician? How would the magician choose? The poor devil has only one contractor. If the magician leaves from here, then the devil can only be left alone and abandoned. The magician did not hesitate. He stood on tiptoe, gently dropped a kiss on the devil''s never-ending eyes, and chose to leave the instance without hesitation. The ring fell from the shadows and rolled to the ground. Chapter 248: End Yan Everyone was waiting anxiously, looking forward to it. It is self-evident how important the last copy of the battle is. Now that almost all S-levels have abstained, and no.3 Zhuge secretly announced his death, the no.9 magician has become the last single seedling. In the dark live room, everyone is still discussing. [If the magician fails the instructor assessment, isn''t it just that no one can get the universal wishing ticket? ¡¿ [It is true, but I still hope that the magician can win the final victory, no matter whether he wants to make the original wish, but...] [I don¡¯t know if the tutor will lose his life if he fails the assessment. I¡¯m really worried. No matter what the final result is, the magician must be good. I would rather not get a wish ticket, just be good.] [Upstairs +1, the departure of Mr. Zhuge really made me so sad... I knew that he was a good person, and it was about to end like this, I ran away in tears] Not only the live broadcast room, but the trainees in the studio are also panicking. Everyone is worried about the difficulties and dangers of the decisive copy. After all, in their eyes, the instructor assessment is even more difficult than the S-level 1v1 copy. After all, no one can guess that adult''s thoughts, let alone his preferences. This is also the case, the safety of the magician will affect everyone''s minds so closely. I''m afraid no one wanted to get it. In their minds, the sword and shadow, full of fighting and **** decisive battle copy, in fact, after opening, it was so dull that they were on a honeymoon. The two parties even lived in it for a year. For example, the S-levels sitting on the throne, after the gossip plate symbol representing Zhuge dark dimmed, a few people gathered to talk with the S-levels who had been relieved of control, only to realize that they still had some of them. The memory of being manipulated as a puppet. "No... not all, but some are reserved." Even the most calm black wizard showed an expression of embarrassment that he couldn''t wait to shrink his whole person into his black robe. His memories are intermittent, but a few memories are particularly obvious. For example...In the dormitory of the copy of No.1 Middle School, his bed is just below the magician''s bed. Forget it, the most important thing is that the dark wizard remembers that no.1 blocked people in the dark and narrow corner of the stairwell, while threatening and flirting with the magician casually, on the other side he let him this hapless onlookers onlookers. Messiah:"......" Seeing the expression of the black wizard, the blond son couldn''t help feeling sad. Forget the fools who were in the mental hospital before, they even picked up the paintbrush impolitely and directly modified the paintings drawn by the ghost of the artist. After the modification, he unceremoniously disliked the artist''s painting level, took the painting away and hung it in the room of No.1, and enjoyed it every day. That''s all for it. The most embarrassing thing is when they form a circle during the masked masquerade party, they are forced to stop the crowd, clear the venue, and open their mouths to fetch dog food. What is this all about! ! ! Compared with them, Azan in Black and Poseidon may be the most calm, because they are numb from their facial expressions. After a while, Azan in black said, "Don''t worry, even if the magician loses...he won''t have any trouble." Both the Messiah and the Dark Wizard who know this highly agree with this. As a bystander, I can see it better. At least they have never seen that adult be so interested in a person. No matter how tit-for-tat it was before, in the end, as time went by, the demon''s killing intent did decline step by step, and eventually it was quietly annihilated and never seen again. Although there are basically single dogs present, but have never eaten a pig and have not seen a pig run away? Therefore, compared to the worried Fanzhuo Exorcist and Tu Yumen and others, these liberated puppets are rather calm and don''t worry about Zong Jiu''s safety at all. When everyone was a little silent and watched nervously at the still dark live broadcast room, an accident happened. There were only two symbols left in the original live broadcast room, one is a poker card and the other is a rose, they are close together, indicating the progress of the decisive battle dungeon. But now, the color on the playing cards faded and turned into a pale gold symbolizing victory. Tu Yumen was the first to stand up from the throne, with obvious excitement on his face: "The magician won?" Accompanied by his actions, almost other S-classes also shook one after another, focusing their attention on the live broadcast room. There, the black screen suddenly lit up. The empty white meeting room showed the picture, and a figure gradually appeared on the throne belonging to no.9. [The final battle is over, winner: S-level trainee Zongjiu] At the same time, almost all eyes gathered, and those murmurs and noises were put on rests. Everyone watched eagerly, and when the white-haired magician finally appeared on the throne, after a moment of stillness, the enthusiastic cheers suddenly lifted, almost overturning the roof of the studio hall. "The magician is back, he is back!!" "He did it! The magician did it!" "Ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!" no.2 For a moment, the dark red pupils that had always been frozen like ice also softened, and the fingers gathered on the hilt were released quietly. Not to mention Tuyumen, so happy that he jumped and jumped on the ground, high-fiving and cheering with the exorcist. Everyone cheered and watched every move in the live broadcast room. The silver-white eyelashes of the man on the throne moved slightly and opened his eyes. He has a cold expression, firm eyes, and a sharp edge hidden behind him. [Congratulations on your final victory] [Your prize: Universal Wish Voucher x1, which has been placed at the highest point, please go to the podium to make your wish immediately] In front of the throne, the entire pure white conference room was transformed, all the white mist around it disappeared, and turned into a transparent studio background. The magician is on the second floor, and the first floor below is all trainees looking up at him. Even the S-level throne at the highest point of the studio was stepped under his feet, demonstrating his identity as the final winner. All the lights dimmed, only the highest podium still exudes bright and extinguished light, like the only star in the dark night sky, guiding all lost paths. The stairs hanging in the air gradually took shape, rising and extending from in front of the throne, and sank into the highest point. There, a high platform arched by platinum and crystal gleams. Of course, the most striking thing is the blank paper floating above the high platform. This piece of paper is only the size of a palm, and the whole body is pale gold, but it makes everyone who sees it breathless. That is the final reward of the thriller trainee competition-a universal wish ticket! Zong Jiu slowly got up from the throne. There is no doubt that this is the moment that everyone has watched. Thousands of scorching gazes followed his every move, watching him stand up straight, watching him step out with a slow but firm pace, walking step by step on the transparent floating stairs in the air. This is the path to glory that belongs to the victor alone. After such a long time and countless deaths and injuries, the long and terrifying trainee competition has finally come to an end. It''s over, it''s over. The crowd below heard one after another sobbing. [Note: Wish must not violate or harm the interests of the main system, otherwise the main system will withdraw the right to make a wish] Sure enough, when Zong Jiu was up the stairs, he received a single-player reminder from the main system. Everything is the same as Zhuge secretly guessed. This person is really hateful. Before he died, he not only lied to him, but also sold him, saying "you know what to do". Also, Gui Guzi is the only one in the world with his divination, revealing the transaction between the main system and the devil in front of him, probably to make Zong Jiu think clearly about the final decision. Zhuge had calculated so well, not only did he count these, but also Zong Jiu''s reaction. It''s a pity that he didn''t expect that in the end, the savior would hook up with the devil. Zong Jiu picked up the blank wishing ticket. He didn''t rush to write down his wishes with his mind on it, instead he repeatedly confirmed with the main system. "After making a wish, you will rise to a higher dimension, right?" This is the most critical moment. The energy collected by the main system for many years has been accumulated, and only this last wish is left. Obviously, he traded well with the devil, but at the last minute the opponent gave up victory. It''s also because the main system doesn''t have human emotions, otherwise it''s really mad to die here. ¡¾Correct¡¿ It is rare that the main system did not pretend to be dead, but responded carefully to him [As long as it is not too excessive, it can be realized for you] After getting the exact answer, Zong Jiu''s pupils flashed with deep thought. He finally reached out and picked up the blank wishing ticket. "The main system... let''s make a deal." "You want to rise to a higher dimension, and this power and key lies in my hands, don''t you?" The white-haired magician has a calm tone, and anyone can hear the threat in his voice. "No.1 transferred the authority to me, he can''t do anything to me, and I..." Zong Jiu paused for a while, dripping without leaking: "But you can abandon him without hesitation." Zong Jiu is betting. Bet on a possibility. He and the main system are like a balance placed in front of him, and both sides are weighing their own chips. The bargaining chip of the main system is the devil, but it is a pity that this unreliable collaborator left the stall at the door and pitted it badly. And Zong Jiu''s bargaining chip is this wish ticket that only he can make a wish, and it is also the attitude of the devil towards him. Because he or the main system knows that the devil cannot do anything to Zong Jiu, it will never be possible. There is no doubt that this is dangerous. One carelessness, perhaps if the main system doesn''t care so much about rising back to Gaowei, Zong Jiu may be immediately obliterated in place, just like the original Guiguzi. But he still did. Because this is something that must be done. Too many people will look forward to a raise on him. "If you miss this time, you still don''t know how long you will have to wait." The magician considered his own words, and said: "Don''t worry, my request is not too much. It is also just a matter of effort for you." As if to express his determination, Zong Jiu raised his hand, so everyone followed his movements to calm down. In the spotlight are countless people looking up to him. "I got it." The white-haired young man raised the wish ticket in Yang''s hand. Under the light at the top, his pupils showed a light color that seemed to be shining, which was thrilling. "Maybe many people think that what I said before was a joke." "Yes, before I came to this position, I thought I was joking. After all, who wouldn''t make a wish for myself after getting a wish voucher, but make a wish to destroy the infinite loop?" The people in the live broadcast room boiled, and explosions of information flooded the entire screen. [Wait...what does the magician want to do? ¡¿ [My God, does he really want to make this wish? Does he really want to destroy the infinite loop? If we destroy this place, will we be able to get out? ¡¿ [No, I always thought he was joking, even when you were a good guy in the forum, howling magician was a good person, I thought he was overwhelmed, I didn¡¯t expect it to be true, and shocked my whole family] [Oh my god, my god, I''m already incoherent] "You heard me right." Zong Jiu waited for the answer from the main system, and continued to work hard, deciding on the next strong medicine. "System, do you remember Guiguzi?" Sure enough, when the demon was lifted out, the main system became loose, and it was completely shaken after hearing the name of Guiguzi. Perhaps it is also clear that magicians are essentially the same variables as demons. He can do anything if he is in a hurry. Don''t talk about conditions with a madman, especially when the madman is fearless. After a long time, the cold mechanical sound reluctantly sounded. At the same time, Zong Jiu finally showed a faint smile. Zhuge secretly said that everything has variables. But this guy who advertises that "the wise are not in love" certainly doesn''t know this variable, because Zhuge dark never imagined that the devil would have a compromise. Zong Jiu never played cards according to common sense, and was terribly greedy. He can use everything he possesses to negotiate terms with the main system, including his own life. The main system did not dare to bet with him at all. But how could Zong Jiu wish to destroy this place? "While all those who have been lost can return to everyone, I also hope that everyone can retain the right to choose to leave here. This is the wish I reached after negotiations with the main system." Not only the live broadcast room, but the studio hall was also boiled because of his announcement. I don''t know who started the applause from the cheers. Gradually, the applause sounded like thunder, one after another, and never stopped. They hugged each other with tears, shouted the name of the magician, screamed and didn''t care, and burst into tears. Xu Su also cried into tears when he heard that the lost will return. The wish of the victor is lost in the blank wishing ticket. Soon, both the survivors in the infinite loop or the trainees staying in the studio hall received prompts from the main system. Just a few lines of words appear in everyone''s retina. [Whether to choose to leave the infinite loop? whether¡¿ It is difficult to describe this collective burst of ecstasy. People bowed and saluted high places, took off their hats, and even knelt on the ground, worshipping incoherently. And Zong Jiu just smiled and waved at them, like a qualified savior. Even if he knew in his heart, the true savior was not him at all. Thinking of this, Zong Jiu wanted to laugh again. He is looking forward to Zhuge''s resurrection and his expression after knowing all this. I will be so surprised that I can''t speak. Even the guy who counted out Guiguzi couldn''t count it, but he did it. Magicians are supposed to perform miracles, right? More and more people press the button to escape the infinite loop without hesitation. White lights flashed one after another, and the figures disappeared in place with the white light. In the distance, those S-class salutes toward him from a distance. Fan Zhuo smiled relaxedly at him, Tu Yumen waved to him while jumping, the exorcist blew a whistle, Messiah still smiled softly, and the black wizard and black Azan also bowed with him side by side. . Onmyoji opened his throat and shouted: "You did it! After returning to reality, you must come to us for a drink!" The white-haired magician standing at the top made an OK gesture and watched them turn into white light and leave one after another. There are fewer and fewer people in the studio. The number of people online in the live broadcast room also dropped sharply. At the same time, the whole structure of the trainee dormitory with cracks in this space also began to change drastically. The deep red carpet was gradually covered by invisible colors, and the surrounding sunlight windows and the ocean were gone at the same time. The whole space is only left with the suspended staircase and the highest podium, like the only remaining light. After the trainees returned to the real world, this space temporarily opened up by the main system also returned to its most original form. The main system now has no time to take care of these. While fulfilling Zongjiu''s wish, it also received feedback. These huge aspirations envelop it towards a higher-dimensional impact and open the high-dimensional channel. Of course, it is impossible to separate the mind and pay attention to these. Now that the purpose of the main system has been achieved, the infinite loop will be controlled by no.1 in accordance with the transaction. As for how those trainees or survivors choose, or whether they live or die, it has nothing to do with it. This space is collapsing and annihilating, if nothing is done, they will be transferred to an infinite loop. Of course, no one chose to stay. Zong Jiu did not move, still standing in place. He is waiting for someone. Finally, when only the magician was left alone in the studio, someone hugged him from behind. It was an icy embrace, and even the weight resting on the shoulders of the white-haired young man was unbelievably familiar. The devil didn''t speak, he just hugged the magician like this. For a long, long time, I even wanted to hold on like this. After a long time, when the stairs began to shatter, and the high platform under their feet gradually became unstable, the muffled voice came from behind him. "Are you leaving?" Very brief words. There was no retention, and there was nothing else, just a simple inquiry, as if asking him if he had eaten. But the hands surrounding the magician were closed, so tight that people couldn''t get rid of it. The devil didn''t say anything, but his body movements all expressed the same meaning. ''do not go. ¡¯ Zong Jiu didn''t answer him immediately. In other words, he didn''t know how to answer. He originally wanted to ask the devil, he was such a feelingless, indifferent, cold-blooded, and different from ordinary people. It may not be possible to give the same fierce love to the devil in a lifetime. Even if this is the case, do we have to choose him? But when he really waited until this time, he couldn''t ask again. In other words, Zong Jiu was surprised that he didn''t need to ask any more. Because as early as the moment when the main system transmission application popped up, Zong Jiu refused. Clean and neat, without any hesitation. When did it start? He acquiesced to the devil''s entry into his life, still unconsciously trusting his amnesia, or took him to the grave of his elders. Even earlier, in the dormitory after the masquerade, proactively offered kisses. Zong Jiu smiled silently. He had made a choice long ago. Yes, they are old enemies. Can easily stir up the boiling blood of the opponent, and can also drag the opponent into the flames. Even feelings and love may sprout at the same time. Just a passionate madness, a cold and introverted, nothing more. He turned around, skillfully tore off the gloves of the man behind him, and put a ring on the black-haired demon. A familiar flower ring surrounded by scarlet roses. "Very surprised?" Zong Jiu smiled slyly, his eyes seemed to be filled with flowing stars: "I''m a magician." The devil stared at him closely. He knew it all. He knows everything. After finishing all this, Zong Jiu solemnly answered. "I do not go." He can''t go. Everyone left, and he won''t go. The magician doesn''t like the real world, he prefers infinite loops, and he prefers a bad guy made up of malicious intent here. "Didn''t you say that I owe you twice? Is it enough to stay with you?" Everyone is gone, the devil is a lonely devil. But if there is someone to accompany him, as long as it is a person, and as long as this person. Before the words were finished, the cold kiss drowned the magician''s next words. At the same time, the steps and the high platform all shattered. The background turned into a starry sky padded with a black curtain, with thousands of world fragments falling around, reflecting the light of the stars and illuminating everything. Everyone is gone, there are only two people in the infinite loop, now, in the future, and forever. In the broken and collapsed world, they kissed, held each other tightly, hugged and fell in the dark and light fragments, romantically like lovers who had died in the stars. The devil was laughing, his chest shook, joyful and rejoicing. He knew that if he wanted something, he had to be free. But if he comes back to you, he will belong to you forever. The devil caught his own rose. He was right. Chapter 249: After the end Yu Leyuan felt as if she had had a long, long dream. In the dream, he didn''t call him by this name. Someone seemed to call him something like Tuyumen, saying that he inherited this glorious surname, and while gaining strength, he might also get some insignificant loss of luck. Yu Leyuan only felt confused, and he immediately responded in his dream ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh byh by his dream. In my heart, I wondered what a weird name this was. No one had the surname Tu, and the surname was about the same as Run. He didn''t remember exactly what this dream was. I just remember that after waking up from the dream, I felt a little sad, and some unconsciously sad, of course, with excitement and excitement. This sense of happiness lasted for a long time, until he woke up from sleep and found out that he had to go to the company to type code, and he was still in a good mood. Even these bunches of boring and monotonous codes on weekdays can''t make Yu Leyuan feel painful. On the contrary, there is an inexplicable smile on his face, and the code speed has become much faster. In a short while, a huge workload is about to be completed. Up. "Eh, your kid is in a good mood today?" A programmer with the same bald head happened to pass by with a cup of tea. When he walked to Yu Leyuan, he was suddenly tripped by the leg of the table, and a cup of tea was suddenly overturned. It''s a coincidence that it happened to be knocked over on the circuit board. So the computer screen in front of Yu Leyuan flickered and plunged into darkness. Yu Leyuan, who is about to finish today''s job: "..." The smile on his face just broke down. "What happened? I didn''t move steadily at a time, and my eyes were dazzled." The programmer hurriedly took a rag, wiped it off for him, and asked others to cut off the switch in this area first, repeating embarrassment in his mouth. In this way, Yu Leyuan couldn''t say anything, so he had to classify the accident that happened just now to his recent bad luck. Speaking of this, Yu Le should have a topic. Because he was really unlucky lately. I don''t know which immortal I''ve committed, even walking and drinking cold water can''t wait to choke my teeth, let alone how miserable it is. Obviously he won the third prize in the lottery ticket last year, so after that lottery, he ran out of his life''s good luck! Thinking of this, Yu Leyuan felt a little frightened again. "Xiaoyu, you can rest first, just leave it to me here, hahahaha." The programmer laughed, and felt very embarrassed when he thought of the code he had just glimpsed. I just don¡¯t know if I can save it after a power failure, if I don¡¯t save it, I¡¯ll have to start again. Yu Leyuan nodded, but didn''t say anything. First, he sat in front of the computer in another area and stared at the screen in a daze. When he was in a daze, a small advertisement suddenly appeared in the lower right corner of the screen. [If you want to draw ten consecutive cards, do you want to win the SSR? Welcome to the world of Onmyoji! ¡¿ These are not enough for small advertisements, and even an advertisement is attached. The advertisement screen shows an onmyoji wearing a hunting suit standing in front of the vermilion torii, his hands covered together, and a light blue six-pointed platycodon printed on the palm of his hand spinning. Originally, Yu Le had nothing to do, and was sadly mourning the code he had gone away. As a result, when he saw this advertisement, he immediately became energetic. This advertisement is wrong! How can Onmyoji''s unprinting is this gesture! Yu Leyuan stood up from the table, and only realized what he had just thought after he stood up. Wait, it''s not right. He has never seen the Onmyoji Jieyin, so how can he be so sure that someone else is wrong? He sat down uncertainly and turned off the small advertisement. I didn''t think that after all this was done, the small advertisement that was turned off popped out of a web page. Yu Leyuan: "..." The old technique for advertising is a total of three buttons to close the advertisement. If you are not sharp-eyed, I really don''t know which one to press to completely cross it. Just when he planned to close the ad and start to continue his great career of coding, this newly pop-up ad made his pupils shrink. [The world''s first holographic game released: Infinite Loop Adventure] [The game will start the internal beta this afternoon. Interested parties can click on the link below to apply for a holographic helmet, and apply for a free trial now] It''s a mess, Yu Leyuan entered this series of links. ...... On the other side, Xu Su who was silently shutting down the webpage in the room also came back to his senses. He turned off the holographic game and popped up the "application completed" application interface, and knocked his head back. Xu Su is abnormal these days. Originally, he was still giving birth to the nagging sulking of his family, but he didn''t know what was going on these days. He rarely sat in front of the computer all day, but would often help with housework and clean up the house if he had nothing to do , And even beat the family back. Even Xu Su didn''t know what was wrong with him. For example, after he saw the news of this holographic game, he almost rushed to the web page before he could react, and filled in his ID number as required, and only realized what he had done until the application was completed. What should I do if I encounter an illegal website! Xu Su wailed twice in his heart, then glanced at the still web page, and finally got up from the computer desktop. The result was that the moment he stood up, the web page suddenly refreshed. Refresh this time, the middle application has been submitted and suddenly changed to the words "review passed". There is even a line of small characters below: The express has been delivered, please check it carefully. What the hell? Xu Suzheng wondered. When he was about to take a screenshot and report it to the Internet police, there was a sudden knock on the door of a courier outside. After the door was closed, the mother''s shout came in along the corridor. "Su''er, come out quickly, here is a courier you just signed for." "Huh? Express, what express?" Xu Su responded while taking pictures: "I didn''t buy express delivery!" "I don''t know, it looks like a helmet? Why, are you going to learn to bike?" After hearing the word "helmet", Xu Su gave a sudden, without even holding the phone tightly, and hit the ground with a "clang". He stared at the words express delivery on the webpage in disbelief, and rushed out after pulling his leg. Damn it, it really came. Outside, the tightly-packed express box was impressively printed with a few large characters. Holographic game: an endless loop adventure. ...... At this time, the other side of the ocean is the dark night. On the top floor of a transparent glass building, someone was standing in front of huge floor-to-ceiling windows, looking down at the brightly lit and busy traffic below. There is no doubt that this is the financial center. There is no taller building in the entire city, and you can only see a deep black ocean farther away. On the desk was a black helmet that had just been taken apart. In the silence, someone finally knocked on the door. "Tuk-Tuk-Tuk." "Go in." The man in the office was concise and did not look back. The personal secretary came in with a folder in her hand, bowed her head, and stood respectfully to report. "I just received a call, but I didn''t find any news about that Master Zong." The young master in the secretary''s mouth refers to the young master of another family. The young master surnamed Zong has always been a treasure in the palm of his family that he held it in the palm of his hand for fear of falling, and held it in his mouth for fear of melting. It is said to be arrogant and arrogant on weekdays. Such a pampered young master would definitely not look at the secretary on weekdays, but the young master Zong and their boss are said to have had a marriage contract, and the two were childhood sweethearts and acquaintances a long time ago. In the end, he didn''t know what was going on. Just a few days ago, the young master suddenly announced that he had disappeared. No one found an abnormality. It is said that it disappeared at home in such a good manner, and there was no trace at all. The surveillance in the villa did not capture anything, which can be said to have evaporated. This incident is also strange. The family seems to be very nice to the young master tomorrow, but when he really waited for the disappearance, he just had to look for it twice, and he didn''t even report it to the police. What''s more, it seems that many people in the family have forgotten the existence of this young master. These were only discovered after careful investigation, otherwise they would not be able to find such details at all. It seems that everyone has forgotten that young master as a matter of course. "Yeah." The gray-haired man nodded, "You go to work first, it''s hard work." After the secretary left, he turned around and fixed his gaze on the helmet on the desk. Originally said that he was skeptical before, then after now, he can basically be sure that he has indeed forgotten something. ...As for what is forgotten, I can only find it through it. It''s also true, if it''s normal, he won''t even look at things related to games. But now, don''t know why, after accidentally scanning the game ad, he can''t wait to buy it back. The man picked up the helmet and put it on his head. After a moment of dizziness, a text box appeared in front of his eyes. [Welcome to the world¡¯s first holographic game: Infinite Loop Adventure] [Congratulations on being selected as a distinguished closed beta user, please enter your custom user name with your mind. Note: This username will become your game name] He frowned, and just as he was about to choose a name, the text box appeared again. [Please wait, it is detected that you have created a character before, and the character is loading...] [Character name: Fan Zhuo] In less than a second, a projection of equal height appeared in front of Fan Zhuo. Except for the color of his pupils turned crimson, the clothes he was wearing turned into black and gold military uniforms, and he wore a saber around his waist, everything else was exactly the same as him in reality. The strange thing is that although Fan Zhuo is sure that he has never touched or played this game, he is sincerely familiar with the projection in front of him. It''s like... he used to be this costume. But Fan Zhuo had a hunch. All his questions can be explained in this game. At the same time, in the entire world, about a hundred people successfully passed the first round of applications for this mysterious holographic game, becoming the first batch of distinguished internal beta users. In addition, there are thousands of people scrambling to submit applications. It''s strange to say that these people are all very uniformly inspired. Regardless of whether they are interested in games or not, they all fill in their ID numbers and real names on the website as if they were stunned. Including the express delivery that appeared immediately after the application was approved, no one noticed that it was wrong. Chapter 250: After the end After a dazzling light passed, everyone wearing the holographic helmet felt like something faintly appeared before their eyes. The first thing that appeared was a large piece of solidified color, as if glued together. Strangely, these color blocks are so familiar. At least for the first 100 people who passed the audit and were allowed to enter the game, an unspeakable feeling arose in everyone''s heart. A little sad, a little scared, but also with strange expectations. Perhaps everyone knew in their hearts that this was just a holographic game, so thinking about it this way, those fears that had risen up for some reason began to gradually fall back to their original places. After this time, everyone finally recovered and began to look at the people around them. There were already people standing in the solidified open space of this color block. No more, no less, just one hundred. It''s strange to say that everyone looks differently. Some wear ordinary T-shirts, some wear evening dresses, and some even wear bandages and military uniforms. Fancy outfits are everywhere, which is dazzling. Those who don''t know think that they have entered the cosplay scene by mistake. That''s all for granted. After these people looked around, they all felt that the faces around them were vaguely familiar. But the problem is that everyone knows very well that they absolutely don''t know each other, let alone know each other, because they have never seen each other. But they felt very familiar. Yu Leyuan, oh, should be called his game ID Tuyumen now, probed his head in the same place, looked down at the hunting clothes of the exclusive onmyoji on his body, felt that this clothes was too in line with his temperament. Just after he tried to twist his hands together, made a mark out of thin air, and watched a hexagram that was steadily appearing in the sky, Tu Yumen''s mouth grew into an O shape. "Fuck, brother, you have something, you figured out how to use it so quickly." The person standing next to him just saw it, and immediately stretched out his hand: "Come on, make a friend?" Tu Yumen skillfully stretched out his hand: "Yes." He doesn''t know how many games he has played. Of course, he knows that the most important thing in playing this kind of online games is his contacts. Don''t think that Tu Yumen is a bald programmer on weekdays, but he has two faces on the Internet, and he is an absolute socialist. As a result, when he turned his head, he realized that this person''s face looked quite familiar. The game ID is more familiar, and it is called the Exorcist. "It''s weird, how do I feel as if I know you?" The exorcist stared at the six-pointed star in his hand for several times, and suddenly realized: "Your profession turns out to be Onmyoji! Not bad, very awesome auxiliary profession." "You are the support. Our Onmyoji Master is obviously a career that kills the Quartet." Tu Yumen rolled his eyes subconsciously, "What kind of exorcist you, you don''t even have a weapon, shouldn''t you just fight with holy water?" "What holy water, we have very serious weapons!" As he said, the exorcist took out a gun from behind. Domemon: "......?" Good guy, is this the legendary physical superpower? With awe. As they were whispering, the remaining people seemed to be suddenly opened up, and soon began to talk to each other. It''s strange to say that everyone is not a character that can easily get acquainted with strangers, but it happens that among the 100 people, everyone can see each other, as if they have known each other for a long time. Just as they were twittering, suddenly, a mechanical sound appeared in everyone''s ears. Wait, this voice...? The strange thing is that everyone finds this voice unspeakable strange. And subconsciously felt that this mechanical sound should be colder. [The game is loaded...Welcome to the holographic game: Infinite Loop Adventure] As a new holographic game without any promotional material, even the game content is so mysterious that it has not been announced, this game will undoubtedly suffocate everyone''s appetite. Generally speaking, according to traditional online games, you should first create characters after you come in, pinch your face, and so on. As a result, this game is good, and the characters are created directly for them. In an instant, all the solidified color blocks began to move, and gradually began to transform into different things. In almost a moment, the original barrenness was gone. They were standing in front of a green grass, surrounded by blades of grass that were raised by the wind. A little further away, the densely invisible black forest stands in the distance. At the end of the forest, a towering gray-black steel castle stands on the top of the cliff, the cross gallows is still stained with blood, and the vultures hovering in the sky are daunting. A fiery red sunset hung from the sky, reflected on the sea, as beautiful as a decadent oil painting. [Welcome everyone to enter the internal beta copy] [The pre-story is loading...please wait...] [The Black King¡¯s castle is holding a dinner] [You are the guests invited by the noble white wizard. The wizard tells you, follow your own heart, enter the Black Forest, the forest and the dead will guide you the way] [Guests who successfully arrive at the dinner will receive an exclusive reward for the closed beta] [Because it is an internal beta copy, the game duration only ends after sunrise. Give up the game halfway, just call out the system and exit the game without any penalty] Many people subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief after hearing that they would not be punished. There is always a strange feeling. If there is a penalty in this game, it must be a terrible penalty. Fortunately... this is just a game. But after this was over, some people raised doubts again. "Wait... this is over? How come there is no novice guide or gameplay introduction or something?" "Yeah, we are still at a loss after coming in. Just now I saw people over there rubbing out a small fireball, why can''t I rub it out when I chant a spell with others, it''s weird." "It really doesn''t even have a plot line and npc. How can we play and catch the blind?" "That''s right, and the system just said it is a copy. Could we just download the copy?" Just as everyone was talking about it, there was a voice full of breath. "Ahahahahaha, this is only a closed beta game. Most of it has not been fully developed yet. You don''t need to be so nervous. We mainly come in to look at the graphics and gameplay. It is normal to be simple." The exorcist looked at the invitation letter that appeared in his hand first, and raised his hand to his side: "So are there any teams? There are so many people and powerful, why don''t we divide them into several groups to make copies?" His call has attracted the attention of many people. Several people in the crowd raised their hands silently, or walked straight towards him, throwing friends to apply. As the exorcist responded, he hurriedly began to approve these applications. Strangely, these IDs look equally familiar. ID Messiah, ID Black Wizard, ID Black Azan, ID Poseidon, ID Fanzhuo. The exorcist first instinctively put these IDs into his team. "It''s full. There are just seven people in our team. The other brothers will form another team. I''m sorry." The others saw that they were full, and they followed to form a team. Only Xu Su stared at the Black Forest blankly, and did not greet anyone. Instead, the demons walked towards the forest alone. Now that there are so many people, everyone is busy, and no one has noticed this scene. "Come here, do we all report our position? Let me do it first. I am a meat shield, able to assist, and have a lot of blood." Messiah raised his hand: "I am a healer." Hey there! There is a treatment in the team! Anyone who has played online games knows that treatment is indispensable for the next dungeon, and the most scarce thing is treatment. Wouldn''t it be a pleasure to be picked up by them for such a precious job? After having an exciting beginning, the self-introduction later became smoother and smoother. After finishing all of them, the exorcists discovered that their temporary squad had long-range output, short-range output, meat shield and healing, and even the summoning system and pulling taunts were not lacking. "Good fellow, I found the treasure." He murmured, and then scratched his head: "Is there anyone in our team who is good at commanding? I am better at active atmosphere, I am not good at commanding this kind of thing." "Let me do it." Fan Zhuo nodded, "Everyone will listen to my command after entering the Black Forest." Now it''s neatly alive. So everyone is in place. At this time, someone suddenly screamed: "Fuck, there are weapons in my backpack?" what? backpack? The other people who heard this glanced at each other, while silently opening the backpack in their hearts. This game really gave them too many mysteries, not only the holographic helmet delivered after filling out the form, but also the characters created after opening the game. Now each character not only comes with different skills, but also Bring your own initial equipment? Boy, isn''t this the same as opening a blind box? Realizing the familiar feeling in their minds, everyone just felt that they were getting closer and closer to a certain truth. [The internal beta dungeon will be officially opened in three seconds, please pay attention to all players] [3, 2, 1, the copy has been opened] At this moment, the strange mechanical sound appeared again. But soon, players no longer have the energy to pay attention to these. At the end of the countdown, everything around him became alive with vitality. The grass blades began to swing, and the setting sun was about to fall. The earth is about to plunge into darkness. There is no other light source on this grassland except the black castle. Players are rushing to search in their backpacks to see if they can try their luck to find lighting props. At this moment, an anxious voice suddenly sounded. "Oops, I can''t keep up with the Black King''s banquet!" Everyone looked intently, and a rabbit in a tuxedo hurried past, taking out the gold pocket watch around his waist as he walked, talking about it, and hurrying on the road, "This is your Majesty¡¯s. For the wedding, if you are late, you have to beheaded and asked for guilt!" Everyone looked at each other. wedding? What wedding? Domemon: "Isn''t this the plot of Alice in Wonderland?" He was about to go up and ask the rabbit npc who appeared first, but he heard a cheerful noise coming from a distance. A clown with paint on his face was holding a bunch of balloons and leaping towards this side. Chapter 251: After the end The clown who appeared suddenly has a sense of horror, not only the colorful oil on his face, but also the decorations on his body that are absolutely impossible to be red paint but sticky blood, including red balloons. The unidentified dirt on the thread and the balloon seemed incompatible with this fairy tale world. There is no doubt that this is also an npc. The players looked at each other and hesitated whether to go up and inquire about the news, but after seeing the clown''s dress, most of them couldn''t move their feet, and instead chased the rabbit npc that was jumping towards the Black Forest. However, the exorcists glanced at each other, and they all saw the meaning of taking a risk in each other''s eyes. Before they finished making eye contact, Fan Zhuo, who had not participated in eye contact at all, took a step forward and walked towards the clown. Sure enough, everyone thought the same. Others didn''t hesitate much, and chose to approach this clown who seemed to be in a very good mood. "Oh oh oh oh, are you looking for me? If it is usual, the lonely clown who is rarely taken care of is of course happy to bring you help. But the clown is very busy now, busy going to the Black King¡¯s castle to hold a special performance stage." The clown kicked and stomped on the ground, "My old friend Mad Hatter and best friend are still waiting for me, I can''t go too late." There is too much information in this passage, but in general, the clown sounds very friendly. "Oh...wait." Just when the clown was about to turn around and leave, he suddenly looked at the few people in front of him and made a strange sound, "So it''s you, I remember you." What does it mean? Does it mean to know them? The team was a little at a loss, because everyone was sure that they didn''t know the clown in front of him. "Go forward, as long as you go through this black forest, you can reach the castle." The clown was very friendly and gave each of them a balloon: "Of course, the forest at night is always full of danger. Maybe you can see some old friends in it?" "Hurry up, the guests of the wedding will leave you." After saying this, the clown no longer stays, but while dancing the strange dance that he and the Mad Hatter jointly made, he hops and hops towards the Black Forest, leaving behind seven players standing in the original place. Holding the balloon rope. "Get ready to leave." Van Zhuo glanced at the castle in the distance. It''s kind of weird. When the sun didn''t set just now, after the sun shone on him, he instinctively felt very uncomfortable. But now, as the setting sun fell, the earth was plunged into darkness. On the contrary, he felt that this dark environment made his pores relax and unbelievably comfortable. Even if there is no light in this grassland and forest, Fan Zhuo can easily see the appearance of the dark realm in the distance. Tuyumen looked around, just seeing this scene, and exclaimed: "Wow, why are your eyes red?!" The man in military uniform bowed his head, touched his eyes, and fell silent. Instead, the exorcist on the side stood up and waved his hand: "It''s normal. This game is estimated to be a blind box for creating characters and allocating backpacks. Have you played online games? Since there are different talents, of course there are different races." "Like me, my profession is my ID, exorcist. This brother''s profession, let me guess... night vision ability, red eyes, open mouth to see, oh there are sharp teeth, also I have the unique ability to perceive as an exorcist, good fellow, this is a vampire race, bull!" Everyone in the team nodded suddenly. It was also during this interruption that they successfully arrived at the entrance of the Black Forest. Standing at the entrance of the forest and looking inside, the surrounding trees are tall, rising from the ground, covering the sky and the sun. The sky was pitch black again, there was no moonlight, and there was a weird silence all around, only withered trees with teeth and claws could be seen. There are many different roads marked here, combined with low bushes. It seems that each road is in the same direction, but no one knows what will happen in the middle. Seeing this scene, Messiah said hesitantly: "This is not a horror game, is it?" It is true that the clown who just appeared on the scene brought them too strong a sense of contrast. At the time of the pre-plot, everyone still thought that this was a simple role-playing adventure game, similar to the famous legend of Seoda. As a result, as soon as the clown came out, the painting style drove unstoppably towards the horror game. "Probably not." Tu Yumen, who has been immersed in games for many years, touched his head: "It''s all holographic games. If you don''t engage in worldview, it is unlikely that you will simply engage in horror games." As soon as his voice fell, the black forest swept over a piece of black bats flapping their wings. The red blood moon appeared from the black cloud, filling the atmosphere of horror directly. Everyone: "..." "Don''t think about it, go quickly." Seeing them staying at the gate of the Black Forest to sing double-reed cross talk for so long, the black wizard took the lead in speaking: "Didn''t the system say that the internal test server will be shut down automatically when the sun rises?" Hearing these words, everyone stopped chattering, and hurriedly called to their team, and picked a small path to enter. This is only a closed beta game, but whether it is character modeling or scenes, there is no difference in reality. Nearly a hundred players have seen it, and tweeted admiration along the way. Especially for old game players like Domemon, it is even clearer in their hearts. It is no exaggeration to say that if this infinite loop adventure is launched in public beta and fully launched on the market, it will surely sweep the world and open a new era of gaming. In short, at this moment, regardless of whether they like playing games or not, they are all headed toward the depths of the forest as if they were inexplicably guided. These days they are a bit muddled in reality. It can''t be said to be lack of energy, nor can it be due to other reasons. It just seems to have forgotten something very important, and the heart is empty. Many people dreamed back in the middle of the night and found themselves startled in a cold sweat, sticking to their backs wet, wanting to recall, but they couldn''t remember the content of their dreams. I just remember that it was a story full of fear, death, sadness and tears, but there was no shortage of warm and **** stories. As the mechanical sound said at the beginning, if you can go to the castle, you might be able to understand the reason. With such expectations, everyone walked in with their teammates. Just after they entered this forest, all the forked roads around disappeared. It was replaced by a tree-lined path winding into the distance. Everyone didn''t realize what was wrong. They surrounded the treatment and support, standing on the outside with high defense, escorting the output to explore the inside step by step. The more you go into the forest, the smaller the road, and the quieter the surroundings, so quiet that no sound can be heard. "It''s not right, why isn''t there even the wind?" Azan in black grabbed the hoisting banner in his hand and looked around vigilantly. "I also want to ask, isn''t the normal game upgraded to fight monsters? Is it blame?" Tu Yumen scratched his head suspiciously. In the next second, a strand of black hair swept across the back of his neck. The Onmyoji suddenly jumped and raised his head. The top of his head was empty and there was nothing. But I don''t know why, Tu Yumen''s instinct told him that it seemed that an "old acquaintance" came to him. But if he had to say what an "old acquaintance" was, he couldn''t say so. After about ten minutes, everyone found out that they were too sweet. This is a serious horror game! ! ! After they experienced a flurry of dances of demons and chased by demons, everyone was numb. Tu Yumen grabbed a yin and yang talisman and hid tremblingly under the tree. Beside him, Messiah nervously grasped the staff in his hand. They are avoiding the pursuit of a female ghost. The female ghost claimed that one of them had a bad faith and had forgotten her name, so her black hair fell three thousand feet for a while, falling from a high place to the top of their heads, and it would be able to wrap their necks GAMEOVER in the next second. Fortunately, the seven people present are all very good mentally, and they won''t be scared to cut off the connection signal immediately when they see a ghost. In fact, although the entire first batch of beta players who were selected were shocked when they faced the ghosts directly, but if anyone was so scared to quit the game, that was not true. The psychological quality can be seen. The exorcist frowned, "That female ghost seems to be looking for someone, do you know her real name?" Everyone showed an unabashedly blank expression on their faces. Only Tu Yumen grabbed his hair and muttered to himself: "How do I feel that I remember her..." Of course I don''t remember the Domemon after the amnesia, but if I change to the Domemon before the amnesia, most of it will have to jump up from the place in fright. At the beginning, Tuyumen got an adventure in the S-level dungeon "Hyakki Yakyu", and was fortunate to inherit the Yin and Yang Dao of the Tuyumen plus group. This copy of Hyakki Yexing is extremely difficult, and how many seniors have been folded in it. But because of the luck of the Tuyumen, he was favored by a ghost king inside, and he escorted him all the way to the inheritance of the Onmyoji. It changed into a vacation copy in seconds, which made people laugh. By the way, the ghost king is a girl, and the one who hangs his hair down and combs it carelessly at a high place now. Domemon pressed his head. In the vague memory, a terrible face flashed. Holding the pipe in her hand, she sighed towards him: "The slave family told you the name, you have to remember it, if you forget...hehe." After becoming an Onmyoji, Tuyumen has a new understanding of the name. Especially for ghosts, the importance of real names is self-evident. Powerful Onmyojis can even make them their own shikigami by summoning ghosts. The King of Ghosts told him his name, and it was hard to tell whether he wanted to become a Tomimon Shiki. But Tuyumen... he was afraid of ghosts, very scared, very scared. After becoming an onmyoji, he never opened the eyes of yin and yang, and even refused to accept the shikigami at all. I would rather cut your own paper than call a strong thug. But now the situation is a little bit embarrassing. If you can''t remember it, you won''t be able to pass the first level of this dungeon. Tu Yumen squatted on the ground, feeling that his head was huge, but at the same time, he felt something entangled with him along the top of his head. This Ji Ling remembered everything. Although the memory of the infinite loop has not recovered at all, it is a good thing to not fold it here anyway. The Onmyoji jumped up from the ground full of anger: "Cuihua!!! I remember, Fujiwara Cuihua!!!" Everyone: "......?" Slowly type a question mark. ...... On the other side, Xu Su stepped into the Black Forest first like a demon. When he was fully awake, he realized that he was already in a forest clearing where there was no end in sight. Xu Su was startled, and subconsciously wanted to go back. But when he turned around, he found that the way he came was already hidden in the thick bushes. As long as he showed the intention to go back, these leaves surrounded him like eyes, blocking him behind him, preventing him from going back. Look back. As a last resort, he could only bite the bullet and walk forward. That is, when Xu Su was taking a step, a voice suddenly rang in his ear. "Open the backpack and take out the props." This voice was not the voice prompted by the previous system, but a young male voice. Xu Su was pretty sure that he had never heard this voice. But I don''t know why, at the moment this voice appeared, he was stunned and couldn''t stop his tears. Chapter 252: After the end In this quiet black forest, Xu Su stood still crying and crying, surging turbulently, but couldn''t stop it. He didn''t know what was going on, he was definitely sure he hadn''t heard this voice before, but the familiar feeling in his mind got heavier and heavier, and his tears became more and more turbulent, and he couldn''t stop it at all. There is a forgotten name hidden on the tip of the tongue, and I can''t say it, but Xu Su clearly knows that the owner of this voice is very important to him, very, very important. It''s like...the missing part. Xu Su didn''t know how to spend so many days at home. In the past, Xu Su''s life was very colorful, sitting at home casually playing games for a day, and occasionally in a good mood and asking his buddies to go out to play basketball or play arcades. In short, he would not let himself be bored. But now? Now Xu Su sat down at his table, and the day passed silently. He didn''t know what he was doing. He was muddled and unconscious, like a corpse of a colleague. His thinking was like freezing, without thinking or moving. Everyone in the family said that he grew up, became calm and reliable, and changed from a young boy who didn''t think about anything to a sensible man. Only Xu Su knew that he seemed to be missing something, as if his heart was hollowed out abruptly, feeling sad for no reason, but he didn''t know what he was sad about. After hearing this voice, at that moment, it seemed to be complete suddenly. He thought, he must have forgotten a very important person. Seeing him crying out of breath, the voice softened first. "Don''t cry." When the male voice said so, Xu Su cried even louder. It''s like crying out all the grievances I was forced to forget. He sobbed and said, "Except...unless you tell me, what is your...name...I, I won''t cry." The voice was a little helpless: "I want to tell you too, but this violates the rules." If possible, Xu Sen would prefer to appear directly. But no, it is still not allowed by the rules. Even if the main system goes to high-dimensional, this space is not managed by the main system, the highest authority is transferred to the devil, and the infinite loop still has its own rules. It is impossible for that adult to be kind enough to do charity. Therefore, the rules that should be followed cannot be violated. But fortunately, it is much better now than before. For example, this turned out game is the best proof. As he said, his voice paused again: "You follow my instructions and get out of this forest first. Goodbye, don''t stay here for long, it''s dangerous here." Xu Su blushed abruptly when he heard the obedient character, and his tears disappeared all at once. He wiped his red eyes and his voice was as soft as a mosquito: "Okay, I will listen to you." After speaking, Xu Su quickly lowered his head and didn''t dare to lift up, so he blushed and hurried forward. ...... On the other side, not surprisingly, Tu Yumen was cleaned up by the female ghost sister. why? Of course it was because he had remembered the name of the female ghost sister wrong. The female ghost sister is named Fujiwara Yuanko, and the nickname is Cuihua. In the end, he did well. The daimyo didn''t think of it. This little native name remembered clearly, and still shouted out under the eyelids of so many people. Doesn''t the female ghost of other people be shameful? So the Onmyoji was lifted by the black hair and then put it down, circling the magic of love in mid-air, dazzling him, foaming at his mouth, and feeling that the whole world is turned upside down. On the contrary, the other six people in the team escaped and stood in place, watching the Tu Yumen being educated by the female ghost sister. This is not because everyone didn''t help, but after everyone helped, they found that no matter how hard they tried, they seemed to be unable to interfere with the existence of ghosts. The exorcist touched his head, and even put a cigarette in the original place: "It''s okay, a small scene. Let''s give up one for six, this wave of blood. Anyway, we can be resurrected if we die. Don''t be afraid, Xiaotu, it just can''t hold it. Go offline, we have time to add an offline friend, and we will send you the recorded screen." Domemon: "..." He rolled his eyes when he was hung up, fully expressing his current mood. Today is Friday, and the day after tomorrow is both weekends. When the programmers finally have some rest, how can they not have a good time? Besides, Tu Yumen is a serious Internet addiction social animal, and it is impossible for him to go offline if he finally grabs the number in the internal test! Perhaps it was because this onmyoji was really handsome in appearance, which happened to be Cuihua¡¯s good bite; or perhaps it was the old love in the original copy of Hundred Ghosts Night Walk, so sister Cuihua¡¯s voice was heavy and rained a little, just let After Tu Yumen had learned a lesson, he let him down again lightly. Of course, this also comes at a price. The price was that Tomimon was finally forced to accept his first Shiki. "It''s almost the same, huh, the slave family will spare you your life." After signing the contract, Cuihua''s mood improved a lot, and she waved her hand to let them go, and even clicked the road to the black castle. In fact, she is fine without giving directions. Because everyone discovered that the balloon just got from the clown glows in the dark, and the light emitted can just point the way forward. "Young man, this is your fault, why are you crying with a face?" After leaving the territory of Cuihua, the talkative exorcist started his twittering again, "Look at people in black Azan, who is also in the Summoning System. They are so gluttonous that they have to shed their saliva. You, don''t want the beater girl who came here." Azan in black: "..." I feel a little itchy in my hands. It''s strange to say that in a small group of seven people, the exorcist got acquainted with everyone at once, and even the most difficult-to-socialize Fan Zhuo didn''t counsel him. Especially Azan in black, obviously the latter doesn''t like the type of talking **** when there is nothing to do, and looking for words when there is nothing to do, but he feels intimacy in the exorcist. But then again, he really envied Tu Yumen. The strength of the female ghost just now is unfathomable, which can be seen in several supernatural-related professions in their team. It''s so easy to recruit a powerful Shijin. I don''t know whether the closed beta is to delete the files or not. If you don''t delete the files, if the public beta comes out of the rankings, there will definitely be a place in the Tuyumen. A group of people just stopped and went, and after a while, the exorcist was the one who made the noise this time. "Fuck!" He screamed, and everyone immediately set up their attacking poses and drove away those unknown animals flying out of the darkness. In the same way, the exorcist has amnesia. If he has not lost his memory, he can remember how he got the holy water and the physical super gun in the S-level exorcist dungeon. Now, the Lord has come to the door. This time it was a hapless fallen angel. At the beginning, he was shot to **** by the exorcist in the copy, but now he is back to seek revenge. Coincidentally, the seven-man team met many old friends along the way. These include, but are not limited to, the prince of blood, the high priest of ancient Israel, the hidden shadow, the sea wizard who specializes in manipulating the sea... What is even more strange is that these old friends NPCs all seem to know them. "Could it be that this is a mystery game?" After bidding farewell to the shadow, the black wizard frowned deeply. This night can be said to be wonderful. Seven people fight monsters all the way. Every few waves of monsters will have to encounter a boss. There is no upgrade reminder, and the monsters will not drop treasure chest items. "I don''t know, but the graphics and modeling of this game can be said to be super amazing anyway. It may be the reason for the closed beta. The plot line has not been released so soon, right?" Poseidon waved his hand, and a small water polo immediately gathered in his palm: "Maybe it''s just for the player to experience the screen and operation, you see." indeed. Even if there is no plot line in the closed beta time of this evening, you can only walk in the black forest to fight monsters aimlessly and find your way. It is worthwhile for all players who participated in the closed beta of the infinite loop adventure. Not to mention anything else, this extremely smooth fighting style is desirable enough. In the real world, their bodies are not so light and flexible. In the game, both night vision ability and muscle lifting ability have all been greatly improved, and everyone can easily surpass the high jump world champion on the earth when jumping in place. On the other end, Fan Zhuo, holding a saber, cut off the branches of the Dryad in front of him, and a hazy blood glow appeared on the tip of the knife. After absorbing the juice of the Dryad, his attack power increased to a higher level. He looked down at the saber. The hilt of the knife buzzed slightly in the vampire''s hand, as if finally reuniting with his long-lost master. Van Zhuo knew its name the moment he pulled out the knife. -Caligula. "About to arrive." He retracted the knife with his backhand, grabbed a branch and jumped up, looking into the distance through the layers of leaves. In the distance, behind the small gap cast by the moonlight, the tip of the black castle towered majestically. I don''t know if it is an illusion. As they advance in the black forest, the color of the castle seems to fade from the deep color, but it merges with the moonlight behind them. Soon, everyone discovered that this is not an illusion. The seven of them were the first team to reach the castle. Compared to the following teams, they did not win the lottery anyway, because sitting on the Messiah healer, all the health bars were full. When they came out of the Black Forest completely, everyone found that the castle that looked a little **** and dark had turned completely white, and the spire was painted bright blue. There are clusters of floating balloons floating around. The center of the balloons is lit with colorful lights, swaying in the air, spreading warm light. "Isn''t that the clown''s balloon?" Someone soon discovered this. Since the clown''s balloon has reached the castle, it means that he has already arrived at the banquet. "and many more." After the group of them stood in front of the castle, Tuyumen suddenly recovered: "What did they say about this castle? The Black King?" "Is it the Black King''s banquet?" The Messiah said uncertainly: "Ah, I remember, it''s a wedding." The seven people stood there and suddenly realized something. ¡ª¡ªSo, we have worked so hard to travel through the Black Forest. We didn¡¯t know how many ghosts we encountered in the middle of the journey. We were chased and fleeing like crazy. It took a lot of hard work to get to the opposite side. ¡ª¡ªIt turned out to be for a wedding? ? ? "No, whose wedding is this? Is this the story of this copy?" Black question marks appeared above everyone''s heads. After a few minutes, the system prompts that it is finally online again. [Congratulations on arriving at your destination and coming to the white castle where the black king held a banquet] [The White Wizard has been waiting for a long time] At the same time, a young man in a khaki trench coat appeared at the gate of the castle. His hair is a rare silvery white, and his pupils are also faintly shallow. A discerning person knows that this is an albinism. But compared to these, what is more amazing is his appearance. It is a beauty that transcends gender, indescribable, but absolutely unforgettable. "You are welcome to come to the banquet." Sweeping through those familiar faces, the magician''s always indifferent eyes could not help being mixed with a little bit of smile. But soon, this smile disappeared immediately. Because Tu Yumen touched his head and muttered a familiar sentence, he came up to inquire with this good-looking Npc. "May I ask if a wedding is about to take place in the castle?" Zong Jiu:? Wedding, what wedding? Why doesn''t he know? ? ? Chapter 253: After the end Question: How does it feel to wake up and find that you are married? Zong Jiu: Thank you, in addition to being stunned, it is still stunned. After the stunned, your fists are hardened:) However, Tu Yumen was completely unaware of the situation in front of him, and even came forward to inquire about the wedding. Also, according to the player''s idea, after five stages and six will come to the castle, it must be to attend the wedding. Although you haven''t played holographic games seriously, you have read a lot of online novels. There are so many holographic games as the theme of online game texts in the Destination Literature City and Lujiang Literature City, and they have one common feature, that is, the npc is highly intelligent. Especially the white wizard npc in front of him, who looks so good-looking, is an important npc at first glance. What special hidden rewards will he have if his favorability is brushed up? What if by any chance? On the contrary, another exorcist, the master of Duan Shui, realized that something seemed to be wrong, and he echoed it: "Before we crossed the Black Forest, we saw a clown and a rabbit. They all said they were coming to the castle to attend the wedding. of." Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes, and several guesses flashed in his mind. He was about to speak, but he heard loud music coming from the forest not far away. "Oh! My dear little white bird, after the last grand performance of the circus, we meet again!" The Mad Hatter was holding a gold trumpet in his hand, blowing it as he walked, and saw Zong Jiu in front of the castle jumped up from the ground: "It''s nice to see that you are all right, but I received an unexpected letter. An unexpected invitation...so hurried over from the tea party. Look, I also brought some friends!" Behind the Mad Hatter, there are the Cheshire Cat rolling in the air, the cute Mr. White Rabbit, and even a red-hearted knight with a trident in his hand. "It''s a pity. Since our partner Alice left, it has not been easy to gather so many people. It just happens to take everyone to meet the cute clown." Yes, only Mad Hatter will think the clown is cute. With Mad Hatter bringing this mighty group of people to the scene, the open space in front of the castle was also stood up and down. "Everyone, come in first. Let''s talk about something later." Being interrupted in this way, Zong Jiu didn''t have the desire to explain, instead, he pointed his finger back slightly. In the next second, the heavy castle gate standing behind was slowly pushed open, revealing the magnificent hall inside. Sure enough, it''s completely different. When Zong Jiu left, the castle was still the devil''s room in the trainee dormitory. Oh no, it should be said that it is the room shared by the devil and Zong Jiu. Since the day when the wish was made, the main system has used the strength of the wish after making a wish to ascend to a higher dimension and get what it wished. Now that it has ascended to a higher dimension, the infinite loop has become a thing of no owner. So the main system transfers the authority of the infinite loop rule to the devil according to the previous transaction content. Since the authority is in the hands of the devil, and the magician is willing to stay with him, the devil also shut down the infinite loop and automatically draws innocent people in to participate in the terrorist copy. This ending is exactly what Guiguzi expected. After all, in the future and in the future, the devil only needs a magician to play with him. One person is enough, no more people are required to bother. In a sense, Zong Jiu has become the chain of the devil instead. They are willing to be bound because of love. After shutting down part of the infinite loop permissions, the trainee dormitory no longer exists when the main system is upgraded. So the devil directly used his authority to open up a new space, and then copied their original room directly. This is also due to the database left by the main system. It has to be said that although the devil pits the main system so badly, the high-dimensional intellectual brain of the main system still ignores the predecessors. It hopes that the devil and the magician will be with each other forever in an infinite loop, so that they won¡¯t get bored one day and suddenly want to upgrade to find it to play. Main system: I don¡¯t want to deal with this kind of madman anymore in my life, bye bye you The flow of time in an infinite loop is different from the real world, because it is in the world gap and is built on the time axis. Survivors and trainees returned to reality after leaving the infinite loop. If they have not lost their memory, they will find that in fact, only a few seconds have passed since they left. But there is no way to clear the memory, because the infinite loop of self-preservation measures, as long as you leave here, you will be forced to erase the memory, unless you don''t leave for the rest of your life. After the devil controls the infinite loop power, he can also open the dungeon entrance anytime and anywhere, and obtain the same authority as the main system. After a while, Zong Jiu felt a little boring, so he took the demons to disguise the infinite loop as a holographic game, then changed the original death into an online game that can be resurrected, and then cast it into the real world. This is very pleasant, and it is double pleasure. In the past, Zong Jiu and the devil were in a wrong position, unable to cooperate, and were destined to be hostile. But now they both got together, and both of them have the nature of looking for excitement and fun, so they hit it off and became a pleasure criminal duo. Thinking of the scene where holographic games will occupy the real world in the future, Zong Jiu wants to laugh. The list of the first batch of closed betas for the opening of Infinite Loop Adventure is the list of trainees who passed the thriller competition. Soon, these old friends are looking for the door. I am afraid that those survivors who have finally gotten out of the infinite loop can''t think that they still have one day to go home, hahahahaha. So Zong Jiu was in a good mood these days. He even personally designed the Black Forest checkpoint and released the old acquaintances of the survivors, making everyone feel the long-lost warmth. While they felt the warmth, Zong Jiu stood in front of the castle, laughing while watching the live broadcast room. So I didn''t notice that the black castle behind him quietly turned white, the clown''s balloon was released into the air, the moonlight shrouded on the top, and the lights were brilliant. As a result, when they came to the castle, they even told Zong Jiu that the wedding was about to be held in the castle. wedding? What wedding? Whose wedding? Zong Jiuyi''s face was dumbfounded. When he turned back and saw the magnificent hall, what else did he not understand? Zong Jiu: Oh, the clown is myself:) The hall has long been decorated. This is a replica of the original studio hall, and even the sculpture is a copy of the original Olympus gods. It is surrounded by golden lights, with red gold chandeliers and tassels hanging from the top. The air is full of the smell of fragrant wine, and it is beautiful. It is a static oil painting. At a higher level, a man in a black suit stood in place, holding a large bunch of packed roses in his hands. He stood lazily, his eyes faintly smiling, and he looked over from a distance and landed on Zong Jiu accurately. So many people are reduced to a background board, and there is only one person in the dark golden pupils. So Zong Jiu remembered everything. After the final battle, he put a ring on the demon. After that, the devil rarely wears gloves, even if he wears gloves, he has to wear the ring. It stands to reason that the flower ring made of dried flowers will wither, but this guy seems to have used his authority to stop the time of this ring, and stay forever at the moment Zong Jiu handed it over to him. But Zong Jiu didn''t have a ring on his hand, because he didn''t buy the ring when he bought it. The black-haired demon played with his hands, often hinting to Zong Jiu intentionally or unintentionally that something was missing here. Thinking about it now, I''m afraid it was from that time that the devil had this idea. wedding. Also kept him in the dark. Ah. Promising. What Zong Jiu didn''t notice was that behind him, the gaze of the seven-man team suddenly became a little strange. Not only them, but all the trainees who successfully passed through the Black Forest and arrived in front of the castle looked brilliant. There were surprises and surprises that could not be believed. Finally, they were unified in sluggishness. Indeed, out of the infinite loop, the memory will be erased. But after entering, the memory or something, of course, is left to the current power holders. So just now, the devil temporarily returned the memories of these people in a very wicked way, and by the way turned on the All Mute Mode for everyone. So everyone''s eyes were horrified, and they exchanged gazes. ¡®I remember, shit! ¡¯ ¡®Fuck, wedding, what¡¯s the situation? ¡¯ ¡®Why are we back? Didn¡¯t we go out, huh? ¡¯ ¡®I don¡¯t know, how did the infinite loop become a holographic game, let me out! ¡¯ Then all of this, when the system prompts [Welcome guests to come to the magician and the devil''s wedding], everyone''s eyes turned into disbelief. If you have to describe it, the news is probably the same as hearing that Mars hit the earth, or that the neighbors next door laughed so loudly that aliens could not bear to be disturbed by flying to the earth and taking people away. what? The magician is getting married? with who? demon? The lord? Ok? Do they know? Even if Baganzi couldn''t fight together, they got married? Everyone''s spirits are a little trance, as if they are in a dream. Everyone''s impression of them still rests on the devil''s special attention to the magician, a rose presented by the casino, and the two distinct forces during the final battle. As a result, not long after we got out of the infinite loop, the two people were together silently? what? ? ? Tu Yumen hurriedly took out the writing tablet from his backpack, and almost wrote on it, "If the magician is forced, you will blink." It''s just that none of the parties concerned paid attention to these. Because the wedding was cut first and then played, and it was still a surprise made by the devil. Now it seems that there is a surprise, so I don¡¯t know if there is any. Everything depends on what the magician means, right? Zong Jiu slowly walked up, staring at the big bouquet of roses in the devil''s hand, with a smile. "Since it is a wedding, there should always be a bride?" His hint is obvious. In the dungeon of the Crazy Circus, Zong Jiu''s dress was looked upright by the devil. Since the wedding is going to be held this time, the devil''s dress is not too much, right? "My dear, of course." The devil smiled ambiguously, lowered his head, and leaned in the magician''s ear: "Wait until the evening, you can make me wear anything you want, of course, it''s best to... wear nothing." Chapter 254: After the end Because some people are really a little bit irritable, the topic of women''s clothing has to come to an end and skip the table. But... the wedding. Zong Jiu stood in place, chewing on these two words, it is difficult to describe what kind of mood he is now. If you have to say something, it should be a little unexpected. They knew each other well that things like weddings were too ceremonial and superficial. Neither the devil nor the magician needs such a ritual to maintain the relationship between the two. Although the devil often speaks sweet and greasy love words, he is really not a person who cares about form. As for Zong Jiu, it may be more difficult for him to say a love story than climbing to the sky. Compared with these, he is more willing to put it into action. For example...Send everyone away and stay for yourself. This is the attitude of a magician. But occasionally there are some forms that Zong Jiu will not hate. So although his face looked like a smile but not a smile, the magician went to the highest point in full view and took the bouquet of roses in the hands of the devil. The petals are still stained with crystal dew, reflecting bright colors. Each of them is similar to the roses that the devil gave him at the beginning, and they have been carefully selected at first glance. At the juncture of their interaction, the trainees in the hall finally realized the current situation. Even the book of the black hen in Xu Su''s hand, who had just walked into the castle, fell to the ground with fright, looking terrified. Did the magician take the initiative? what? Wasn''t that adult''s wishful thinking? Among these people, the seven S-Class suffered the most. Even if Messiah and the other dolls that were/manipulated were mentally prepared, they were still stunned and confused when they really saw this scene. The two or eight rivals who can''t fight together are really together? Or a two-way arrow? Wait, it turns out that feelings have been pulled in this time because they made a special trip to attend the wedding of the devil and the magician. ! Everyone''s horror mixed with horrified eyes turned into dead fish eyes, but it was a pity that they were silenced. Zong Jiu turned his back to the person behind him, and he couldn''t see this scene yet, and the devil didn''t need anyone to speak. But the onlookers may not have thought that this is not the most nonsensical thing they have experienced. Just when they were forced to open their mouths to pick up dog food, a faint voice suddenly came from the shadows. "Play music." In the next second, the Mad Hatter with a trumpet started his performance. During this period, it was accompanied by the applause of the Cheshire Cat, the clown forcibly beat the drums on the ground with the toes of his shoes, and Mr. Rabbit and a few unknown ghosts. The bel canto chorus was uncontrollable for a time. Farther away, rose petals began to float in the void, and they fell one after another, laying a thick layer on the ground. Obviously it should be a warm and harmonious wedding march. It was played out abruptly by the black man carrying the coffin, which made people wonder what expression to make. But this is not the most terrifying. The most frightening thing is the sound that just talked about playing music. So in the next second, every survivor in the hall saw a black man in a Taoist robe standing on the steps below the studio hall, holding a wordless book in his hand, with a cold expression on his face, but Another look of calmness and breeze. everyone:"......" everyone:"???" Isn''t this tm Zhuge dark? Zhuge An, I haven''t seen you for a few days, why did you pull it like this? ! For a while, everyone didn''t even know whether to celebrate Zhuge An''s death and resurrection, or how he agreed to take over the private work of the wedding emcee, or complain about the tone and dress of his face that did not match the witness. It would be even more magical if all this fell in the eyes of the S-Class. Because the S-level knows that Zhuge An''s true identity is actually Guiguzi. The wedding of the two was witnessed by Gui Guzi. In a sense, it was not very harmful, but it was really insulting. On the contrary, Zhuge is very calm, no matter his posture or otherwise, he doesn''t feel like reuniting with his old friends at all. On the other end, Xu Su who reunited with Xu Sen couldn''t speak excitedly. After Xu Su''s mood stabilized a bit, Xu Sen spoke. "We are bound to an infinite loop, and we need to work in it for a period of time to redeem the right to return to the real world." The resurrected dead are not like other people. In the end, the main system only leaves the energy for one wish, so there is very little energy left for resurrection. So like Zhugean and Xu Sen, even if they are resurrected from the dead, in the future There is still no way to escape the infinite loop in time. It just so happens that holographic games are just getting started, and many places need manpower. You can''t pull the ghosts of other instances to become NPCs. So these people who had come back to life began their future social and animal careers as part-time workers under the joint persecution of their conscience and happy prisoners. As long as they have accumulated a certain amount of working hours through part-time work, they can redeem them back to the real world authority. It''s fair to earn the energy that you go out. However, working for the infinite loop is also conditional. For example, the survivors will force to forget the memory about this place after leaving the infinite loop, and as NPCs, they cannot easily reveal their past. Regarding this matter, Xu Sen is optimistic. The memory in the infinite loop is not necessarily a good memory. It may be accompanied by difficulty in falling asleep, light sleep, eternal vigilance, and even inexplicable fear. Forgetting memory is actually a self-preservation mechanism of human beings. Some things are better to forget than to remember, especially after they finally return to the peaceful real world, it is difficult for them to return to the original pace of life of ordinary people. Therefore, it is not necessarily a bad thing for Xu Su to forget. Besides, Xu Sen''s memory will also be blurred when he goes out, and there is nothing wrong with just letting everything start again. "Please exchange the rings between the two grooms." Under a large cloud of yin music resounding in the hall, Zhuge''s dark voice did not fluctuate, as if he had no response to the appearance of the trainees'' eyeballs falling off. Who is he, he is Guiguzi, an old fritters that has been infinitely circulating for more than ten years. What kind of big scenes have not been seen before, will he counsel this? As long as Zhuge is not embarrassed by himself, it is others who are embarrassed. Of course, the devil and magician are obviously not cruel characters that would be ashamed of this. Therefore, under Zhuge''s announcement, the devil happily put on the ring for the magician, as if he had marked himself. This ring is also a flower ring, exactly like the black-haired demon''s hand. His territorial consciousness has always been strong, just like his crazy possessiveness. Every time Zong Jiu wakes up from bed, almost everything on his body is the traces caused by the other party, from the brow bone to the leg side, like the snow rose that they planted together outside the French window after they were together, swaying in the white snow. In full bloom, thrilling and thrilling. Only Zong Jiu received a prompt the moment the ring was placed on his ring finger. [You have shared control of the infinite loop] [The ring has been bound to you, and the soul will not fall off if the soul is not destroyed] The demon transferred half of the power in the infinite loop to him. Together with his throne, authority, glory, all, hand in hand, the time limit is forever. Seeing this flower ring blooming freely in his hand, Zong Jiu remembered one more thing. After they are together, there are not many secrets between each other. So one night, Zong Jiu accidentally chatted about his biggest secret. "Didn''t you always guess which world I came from?" Sure enough, this topic fully aroused the devil''s interest. The man changed his lazy appearance and leaned in quickly, stroking the magician''s back with one hand, and lovingly enveloped the person in his own shadow. Regarding this issue, the main system has long revealed it. It knows that Zong Jiu comes from a high-dimensional world. This high-dimensional world and the high-dimensional purpose of the main system are not the same, but they are indeed high-dimensional. Because certain infinite loop rules didn''t work on Zong Jiu, including the devil''s puppet line, and why only Zong Jiu could touch his weakness. However, the main system''s guess has always been limited, and nothing can compare to Zong Jiu''s personal statement. The devil has an extraordinary interest in everything about the magician. Although he had already felt the magician''s past in the copy of Faust, he still wanted to know more, everything, everything. "I do come from a high-dimensional... but my original world is not much different from the real world, you also know that." Zong Jiu briefly talked about the situation in his world, and then changed the subject: "In my world, infinite loop is a book." book? The devil raised his eyebrows. "It''s an ordinary online novel, and the name is called Thriller Trainee. Hmm...you can understand that the way of expression of this world is presented in Gaowei as a book." Zong Jiu began to recall the contents of the book. Thanks to his good memory, he still remembers all sorts of things after so long. "I remember that Zhuge An, Messiah, and Sheng Yu appeared on the stage at that time. You didn''t appear anyway. Wait, no, you did. At that time, you already controlled the Messiah, right?" The white-haired young man twisted his eyebrows and pondered: "There is a supporting actor with the same name and surname as mine. The copy was reduced to cannon fodder in the mental hospital and died, not even the first night." The cold arms around his waist tightened without a trace, Zong Jiuzheng was obsessed with telling, and didn''t pay attention to this. "I didn''t watch it when I saw the cannon fodder die, so I didn''t know that the Messiah was manipulated by you a long time ago. As a result, who would have thought, I just went into the book and replaced it after a sleep. That cannon fodder character." After chatting for a while, the magician ended the topic, "Unexpectedly, right? You guessed it for so long, surely you can''t guess it, I come from this high-dimensional world." The devil chuckled, "I didn''t expect it." Because his back was facing, Zong Jiu didn''t see it. There was no smile in those dark golden pupils. Staring at the kiss marks on the other''s shoulder blades, the man''s expression was dull. He didn''t know why the magician would wear a book. Obviously, Zong Jiu himself did not know this. The devil hates variables. I also hate being unable to control. and so-- It''s not just a ring. Although the devil didn''t say anything, Zong Jiu understood what he meant at this moment. ¡®Just wear it, no matter where it is, even if you wear it back, I will find you. " Zong Jiu didn''t say either. In his magical world, card masters generally do not wear rings on their hands, unless they are worn by magicians who play coins. The reason is the same as rolling up the sleeves, showing the audience that they didn''t borrow magnetic props, and were only trained by hand speed. But now... he will always have a ring. Chapter 255: After the end Since the wedding in the Black Forest Castle in the Infinite Loop Adventures closed beta, this holographic game has swept the world at an amazing speed and has become the hottest topic in the limelight recently, harvesting a large number of players. Under the impact of holographic games, traditional games have become less attractive. What''s more, the gameplay of this holographic game is rich, and the inner art artist is able to achieve almost the same degree as reality. Not to mention that the infinite loop adventure actually links everyone''s brain waves, and the manipulation is simple and easy, so the world''s major game companies have ushered in a big crisis. It is said that they have worked overtime to develop similar holographic projects. The crowds who were pulled in to watch the wedding scene by two delightful prisoners also left with mouthfuls of dog food. At the same time, the resurrected NPCs also started their career as a worker in an infinite loop, accumulating enough working hours for themselves to return to reality. Fortunately, after Zong Jiu became a capitalist, he was not so harsh, so about half a year after the infinite loop adventure was put into operation, Xu Sen managed to accumulate enough energy to exchange the authority to leave the infinite loop. Because of Xu Sen''s good performance, he was especially allowed to apply for the npc resident permit. Not only did he not need to erase his memory, but he could not go back to the real world to be a social animal in the future, but used a holographic helmet to work in an infinite loop. In contrast, infinite loop will also use the cost of holographic game operation to pay him wages. This is indeed a way out. To this end, Zong Jiu adopted the opinions of the survivors and set up a points system in the game. As long as they pass enough levels, they can also use their points to exchange their memories in an infinite loop. Of course, the price is to become an infinite loop exclusive hitman after they get their memories back. With so much cheap labor, it''s amazing to use it! After a while, the npcs resurrected in the infinite loop almost all exchanged the authority to return to the real world, and even the slowest one planned to leave today. That''s right, I''m talking about Zhuge dark. It''s just that Zhuge dark doesn''t intend to apply for the NPC resident permit like Xu Sen, and seems to want to return to reality with peace of mind to provide for the elderly. For this reason, Zong Jiu also had a special chat with him. For his decision, Zong Jiu was a little surprised: "Don''t you want to keep the memory in the infinite loop?" Zhuge shook his head secretly, "My mission has been completed." What can he do to continue? What supported him to survive was only the last wish of the dead, those promises made when he was young and frivolous, and finally repaid with the rest of his life under the foundation of the bones. But in the final analysis, as a person, he has no meaning to live for a long time. And now, since the last wishes and goals he had persisted for many years have been achieved, there is no longer any sense for him to live. In fact, it is enough to die in the final battle, which is very good. It is in line with Zhuge An''s plan for himself. Such a death can not only limit the magician''s footsteps, but also a grand ending. So after recovering from the eternal silence of death, Zhuge dark''s first instinct was surprised. He was surprised that the magician finally walked out of such a path. This road was better and better than he had expected. It was beyond expectation, and there was no better ending. After all, Zhuge An never thought about the possibility of his resurrection, so he was a little confused for a while. But now that it''s resurrected, you have to find something to do for yourself. Before entering the infinite loop, Zhuge An was a confidential national-level research talent, high-spirited and talented. As a result, not long after several important experimental projects fell into his hands, he was pulled into an infinite loop. Now that all the dust has settled, he should go back and continue his research career. "The infinite loop no longer needs me, this is your place..." Zhuge said this secretly, his Dao robes more and more set him up, his face was expressionless, no happiness or anger was visible. "But that''s just the mission of Guiguzi, not Zhuge''s secret." Zong Jiu said: "I respect your decision. But if you feel tired from research one day, it is a good idea to play games and relax occasionally. What do you think?" The black-haired man showed a faint smile. The strange thing is that this smile is not the usual sneer of Zhuge, nor does it contain sarcasm. It is a bit gratifying, but it makes the scalp tight for no reason. He took a deep look at the white-haired magician, and his finger suddenly moved away from the button that left the game. "You''re right." Zhuge squinted his eyes secretly: "What is the relationship between Guiguzi and Zhuge secretly?" Zong Jiu: "..." That''s right, but why do you accept persuasion so quickly! "If this is the case, then I will be reluctant to stay. Anyway, the infinite loop does not have the main system. According to the level of you and no.1, you may defeat the infinite loop at any time." Zong Jiu: "???" Forget it. Although the words are not very pleasant, but somehow they have left this cheap labor force behind. Now that I was willing to stay, Zong Jiu, who was particularly relieved to Zhuge secretly, waved his hand, directly handed over the power to manage the npc to him, and expressed his ardent hope like a leader meets his subordinates, and talked a lot. I hope that the other party will actively build an infinite loop and build a beautiful home together. But I don''t know why, after Zong Jiu returned to his room, he thought about it carefully, he felt as if he was the one being fooled. Zhuge An has now changed his body, looks very different from the original Guiguzi, even if he returns to reality, it is impossible to continue to take over his original Guiguzi identity. So Zhuge secretly forced Chase, but actually he didn''t even plan to go back! ! ! Damn, this treacherous guy, it''s no wonder that all the S-classes were so secretive about him at the beginning. The crowd was surprised when they knew that he was a good guy with a serious stance. He cursed the mask copy. change. In fact, Zhuge An did not plan to go back. In the real world, he is also the type of researcher who has signed a confidentiality agreement. On weekdays, his interpersonal relationship is so simple that he is pitiful. In addition, after so many years in an infinite loop, he even experienced a death. So unlike other people, he has the same desire to return to the real world. Rather than going back, he was more interested in the high dimension the main system was going to, and wanted to try something. However, Zhuge An''s business ability is really too strong, one person can hold up half of the sky. So Zong Jiu simply clapped his hands, threw the matter away, and ran to the real world to play with the two demons. When the two of them are not rivals, get together, it can be called a disaster. One set the fire, and the other helped to add firewood for fear that the fire would not burn enough. What Zhuge said secretly is also correct. Zong Jiu and the devil are obviously pure hedonistics. Under their joint scourge, the future of the infinite loop is indeed still unknown. But this time, what was a bit embarrassing was that because of the first manipulation, Zong Jiu got the coordinates of the landing point in the real world wrong. According to his original plan, Zong Jiu wanted to see Xu Su. After graduation, Xu Su and Xu Sen worked together in an infinite loop. Maybe many survivors and trainees did not expect that they worked so hard to escape the infinite loop, but in the end they were forced to make a living and came back here with a small bag. jpg So when the space shifted, he and the demon landed on different spatial coordinate points in the real world. Zong Jiu did not respond immediately after discovering that he had made a mistake in the transfer. He still wears a ring on his hand anyway, just let the devil find it by himself. But what I have to say is that the situation in front of him still exceeded his expectations. He landed directly in a coveted ball, surrounded by guests wearing evening gowns and holding champagne on their sideburns. Originally, Zong Jiu planned to leave quickly after coming out of the shadows, but he did not expect that someone around him noticed him. "It looks familiar, wait! Isn''t that the missing young master from the Z family?" After the first person exclaimed, the following voices were taken for granted. "This unforgettable appearance, hair color and pupil color, yes, it is definitely that young master." "Speaking of this matter, it is strange. It is said that he is the most favored young master. The Z family doesn''t bother much after disappearing. On the contrary, it favors their eldest master, which is strange." "Who knows these family secrets? In case, there are some kindness and grievances... But let''s call now. Although I haven''t found much, it can provide clues to the young master. Fortunately, it is in the family. In front of me, I''ll sell my face." Zong Jiu: "..." He really didn''t expect this situation. The current situation is the mess left by the original owner before wearing the book. Thinking of the description and description of the original owner in "Thriller Trainee", as well as the opponent''s arrogant low-ranking white lotus green tea temperament, Zong Jiu felt that he absolutely could not stay in this place, otherwise what would happen next is still unknown. "Sorry, you confessed the wrong person, please let me." He nodded politely and found that there was not much effect. When he was about to force a breakthrough, he saw all the whispers around him calm down at the same moment. Zong Jiu turned his head, just in time to see Fan Zhuo, who was wearing a formal suit, separated from the crowd and walked towards this side. Fan Zhuo really lived up to the name of no.2 and became the fastest player to exchange points for his memory in the game. Obviously, Fan Zhuo is definitely a well-deserved figure in this ball. At least as soon as he expressed his stance, some people immediately thought of the relationship between this young master and him, and immediately disappeared. "Is this planning to come back?" He escorted Zong Jiu all the way out of the ball hall, but no one caught up to stop them along the way. "No, just come out and relax." Zong Jiu paused: "Actually I am not..." At first, it was necessary to cooperate, so he let the misunderstanding be unexplained. But now that everything is over, some things should be made clear. For example, he is not the original owner at all. However, Van Zhuo waved his hand and stopped what he was about to say next. "I didn''t choose to support you because of my relatives." The man''s voice is still cold and hard, but there is an insight into everything in it, "Even if you are not, my choice will not change at all." Yes. Even the long-lost Zhuma Zhuma still has an impression, and it is not completely unrecognizable. Besides, with Fan Zhuo''s character, it is impossible for him to put the future of himself and even his own power on a person who only has nepotism. After understanding this, Zong Jiu chuckled lightly: "It''s me who is thinking about it." They stood on the side of the road for a long time, chatting with each other until the setting sun sank in the distance and the earth was dim. At a certain moment, the white-haired young man just saw the opposite side of the road, squinted at him and talked to Fan Zhuo, and suddenly the black-haired demon appeared from the shadows. This time, the magician couldn''t help laughing. I don''t know why, there is obviously not much connection, but now this situation is so like a scene of rape. Zong Jiu slandered in his heart, waved to Fan Zhuo, and after saying a word of thanks, strode across the zebra crossing and walked towards the evil looking demon on the opposite side. The rare active magician took the initiative to hold the hand of a certain malicious incarnation, and did not shy away from the sight of those who disturbed the exploration at the entrance of the ball. Two flower rings worn on the ring finger complemented each other. "Let''s go, shall we go home?" Come back home. This word made the devil feel an unspeakable emotion for no reason, like something fermented and precipitated in his chest, and calmed down. After meeting the magician, he experienced many emotions that he had never felt before. It has everything, but it''s not annoying. "Ok." The devil didn''t give half of his eyes to the other ants. He was happy, and firmly clasped the magician''s hand: "Let''s go home." Their home is an endless loop, now, in the future, always will be. Chapter 256: After the end Xu Su recently became obsessed with the holographic game of the global fire. This infinite loop adventure has recently been the focus of global attention. Nothing else. It¡¯s because the developer behind it is too mysterious, causing this game to be born out of the sky. There are no signs at all, but the quality is too good. Detonate the world. It is said that many countries have sniffed out the future direction of the world from this holographic game, and formed many research teams to enter the game research collectively, hoping to seize the opportunity. But these are not so important to ordinary people. A loyal online game enthusiast like Xu Su just wants to have fun. What''s more, he is really lucky. He turned out to be one of the one hundred lucky guys selected in the closed beta among billions of people. It would be envious of others to say it. For this reason, Xu Su still has some ideas. He thinks this game is very fun, and the popularity is so high recently, maybe in the future, he can find a way out in the game. As the first holographic game, Infinite Loop Adventure is a precedent. There is no limit to the length of the game for the internally tested game helmets, and ordinary game helmets can only be online for five hours a day. Therefore, there is no market for an internally tested helmet on the market. It can be said that Xu Suguang can eat and drink for a lifetime with this helmet. It happened that he graduated, otherwise he would have to find a job, which would be troublesome. Thanks to this helmet, Xu Su''s family also supported his decision and let him develop his new plan in the holographic game. Not to mention that Xu Su was more than happy to be able to solve the major issues of his work. Now he doesn''t stay up late, and he doesn''t sleep too late. He wakes up every day, washes and eats breakfast, and then puts on his helmet to log in to the game. Because he has a secret. In the infinite loop adventure, he has a ¡®guider¡¯ that no one else has. No one else, only Xu Su. "early." Xu Su, who had just logged into the game, immediately showed a big smile: "Morning!" The voice of the guide is very gentle, easily reminiscent of a comfortable sofa or the afternoon sun. It is strange to say that Xu Su always feels that he has known him a long time ago, but he has no impression. But... when he heard the voice of the guide, he felt his heartbeat speed up inexplicably. Obviously he hadn''t even seen the other person''s face, just the voice, how could it be so outrageous. Suddenly Xu Su felt regretful again, so he lowered his head to cover up and opened his friends list, and sent a text message to Zhong Yiyuan and Tu Yumen. Zhong Yiyuan is a top-level onmyoji, and Tuyumen is a capable person who accepts the inheritance of top-level onmyojis. Both of them are on the world''s top 100 player rankings announced today. Of course, Xu Su also hung a tail on this high play list. Although he himself thinks he is a pretty dish, in the eyes of others, he is indeed a serious god. It''s the kind of big guy who appears in public scenes and can be surrounded by three laps and three laps outside when others howl, begging to hold his thighs. Soon, the two friends returned his news. Zhong Yiyuan: [Still in the copy, etc.] Domemon: [Come here, come here] Tu Yumen: [By the way, there is an S-rank dungeon today. I pulled the top ten of the rankings together. See you in the old place in two hours] what......! Top ten bosses in the rankings! Still an S-level copy! Xu Su couldn''t help feeling a little panicked after seeing this news. He was still the kind of goalkeeper at the tail of a crane in the first hundred li, but Tu Yumen was the top **** who occupied the tenth throne. He could have fun with anyone on weekdays. Xu Su rarely downloads this kind of collective dungeon, and usually pulls his friends to try the water in the A-level dungeon. And what they want to download is still an S-level copy! In today''s squad combination rankings, only the no.1 and no.9 duo has consistently ranked first. After brushing through the number of S-level copies, it has become the existence that everyone looks up to. Except for this mysterious pair of fixed duo that no one has ever seen the true face, other combinations are not enough. The second-ranked combination is the second-ranked Vatican boss, leading the A-level copy record of the elite group of the night clan guild under his name. It can be said that I have been to the S-level copy now, which is no less than wasteland. You don''t even need to be critical of passing the evaluation, as long as you can pass, you can definitely get to the second place in the rankings. Just when Xu Su was nervous, the guide said again. "Are you nervous?" The enthusiasm that just faded with difficulty rose again. Xu Su scratched his head, as if he wanted to use this action to eliminate his unnaturalness: "Return, okay." The guide comforted him: "Don''t be afraid, I will look at you." Xu Su: Damn! This is too foul! In fact, he himself didn''t know why he had a guide, obviously there were no other players. Moreover, the authority of his guide is very high. Sometimes he even tells Xu Su about the hiding places of some special items in the dungeon, and even once Xu Su was about to be dragged away by the ghost, the guide helped him escape. The other party''s investigation. He was hiding in the closet at the time, with the voice of the guide in his ears. "Shhh, don''t say anything, I can only temporarily block the other person''s perception." "Don''t tell me, if my superiors find out, I will be punished." As we all know, the npc intelligence in the infinite loop adventure is extremely high, even comparable to humans. For example, there is an advanced npc in the main city that is widely circulated among players. On weekdays, Mo had black eyes and wore a flamboyant robe. He was unsmiling, and even a few words were unbearable poisonous tongues. It happened to be very clever. Several times players teamed up to ask foreign aid to flicker, but they were fooled and lost their bottom pants. However, the task rewards issued by this npc are really generous. It is so rich that many players in the forum are willing to do trembling to meet the venom and sarcasm, and they also want to meet this npc every day in the main city. Xu Su wanted to ask the guide who he was. Is it the advanced smart npc of this game? Or an ordinary person hired by an endless loop adventure? I don''t know why, but Xu Su couldn''t say it anymore. Maybe I realized that I moved a heart that I shouldn''t. It would be sad to know that the other party is just a smart npc in an endless loop adventure. So he was still silent today, just smiled and whispered: "Of course I believe you." As long as the guide is still there, Xu Su has never really been in danger. Sure enough, it was the same for bravely rushing to the S-level instance this time. Before we went in, everyone got to know each other. Seeing these big bosses whose IDs were Black Wizard, Messiah, and Poseidon, Xu Su also trembled and reported his ID. The black wizard gave him a special look: "I know you, you have the "Book of the Black Hen"." This book can be regarded as one of the famous special props in the dark magic world. After all, they are considered to be of the same ancestry. Especially the black wizard, as the leader of the witch demon guild, gave Xu Su several olive branches, but Xu Su himself did not want to join any organization. Because subconsciously, he always feels like he is organized. Nor can it be said that it is organized, and it is more accurate to say that it has recognized a boss. Although Xu Su did not remember which boss he had worshipped at all, this did not prevent him from becoming a free man. What if his boss called him one day? "Okay, okay, let''s end the small chat, the copy will be opened soon." The exorcist turned his head and glanced at the two of them who had been talking so happily, and made a ready gesture toward Vandro. Except for Fan Zhuo, only the Exorcist ranked No. 4 in the S-Class had exchanged his memories of being in an infinite loop. So looking at the familiar faces in front of him, he has already combined the abilities of everyone in his heart and arranged a seven-seven-eight. As for the other S-levels, because it was a small team when it was in the closed beta, even if there is no memory of an infinite loop, everyone is acquainted with each other. Fan Zhuo briefly stated a few precautions: "This time we enter the dungeon, our goal is to clear the customs. First of all, ensure the safety of the Messiah throughout the entire process." At this time, the Messiah has developed the ultimate healing technique "Ullil''s Embrace". As long as there is enough time to read the bar, the blood bar can be pulled back instantly when it reaches the bottom. Such a precious treatment, of course, must be safe first. Everyone put away their smiles and nodded solemnly, indicating that they knew. "Okay, let''s go." ...... [Congratulations to the team led by player Fan Zhuo, members: Exorcist, Messiah, Azan in Black, Poseidon, Black Wizard, Tuyumen, Xu Su, cleared the S-level instance Daxizhou and became the S-level Copy record holder] The World Broadcasting rang throughout the game, and it was broadcast three times in a row, which gave enough face. However, after being teleported out, Xu Su was still in shock. He sat in the same place, it took five hundred points for a long time to let the system fill up his health bar from the bottom, and then chose to quit the instance without stopping. There are various dangers in this copy. But it was another thing that made Xu Su''s mind stupefied. At the juncture of life and death, it can be resurrected, but I don''t know why, Xu Su actually forgot that it was a holographic game at that moment, but really felt that death would come. So at the last second, he finally plucked up the courage to ask the guide. The guide was silent for a moment, his voice clearly apologetic. "...Sorry, I can''t see you yet. I can''t tell you this because it violates the rules." At that moment, Xu Su felt his heart fell to the bottom. If it''s not an npc, you can always meet in reality, right? Now this answer can only show that his guide is just a smart npc. Xu Su thought this was ridiculous. He actually fell in love with an NPC in the game that he had never seen before, and he even wanted to develop a relationship with the opponent. I''m afraid it''s not because I lost my mind. "Su''er, why haven''t you played games in these two days?" A few days later, after shutting himself up in the room, even the family members discovered his abnormality. "No, no, I just feel a little addicted, and I just have a few days off." Xu Su walked to the hallway, "Don''t worry about me, mother, I''m fine." "Apart from soy sauce, is there anything else to buy? I went downstairs without me." He put on his shoes, jumped on the spot twice, picked up his wallet and went downstairs. There is nothing that time cannot cure. Maybe it will be all right in a few days. Xu Su was picking things on the shelf. When paying, Yu Guang inadvertently scanned a bottle of pineapple beer and subconsciously reached for it. He doesn''t like to drink pineapple beer, and he never even drinks. But today, I suddenly wanted to drink it, so I took it easily. "Hello, thirty-five yuan in total." Just when Xu Su was about to pay, he wiped his other hand and handed a hundred-yuan bill to the salesperson. "Do you also like to drink pineapple beer?" A familiar, steady voice sounded behind him. This is the voice Xu Su will never forget in this life. He turned his head in astonishment and saw a young man waved at him, holding a bottle of exactly the same pineapple beer in his hand. I don''t know why, I have never seen it before, but I have an urge to cry. Even if I forget the memory, the familiar feeling is still not a fake. "I don''t like to drink pineapple beer, but the person I like can''t drink, so he gets drunk and can only drink this. So pineapple beer became my secret sign that he and I agreed that we must be right when we meet in the next life." Xu Sen smiled, "Now, as promised, I will take him home." Chapter 257: After the end [The horror trainee competition is about to start tomorrow, don¡¯t you prepare? ¡¿ In the S-class room without a trace of light, the cold alert sound of the main system suddenly sounded. "The Messiah has been/manipulated, and you haven''t found any abnormalities. The puppet line is always running. What needs to be prepared?" The man on the high-back chair sneered, and the puppet thread entangled with his fingers flew and fleeed into the void. Tomorrow is the day when the horror trainee competition begins. Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night. At least for all the survivors who signed up for the thriller trainee competition. This is also the first large-scale competition held in an infinite loop. While they are excited about the rewards, they also have the worries and excitement about to come. However, such tension has no effect on the devil. Even, it made him feel even more boring. This boring came so quickly, that little interest was almost fleeting. Obviously a month ago, when the main system came to work with him, the devil still felt that this was a very good proposal for a long time, and it was rare to raise some expectations. The original traditional mode of infinite loop made him a little tired of playing. There have always been a few people going back and forth. Super S-level dungeons cannot be opened casually because of the energy issue of the main system. S-level dungeons don¡¯t know how many have been demolished, so that some S-level dungeons are very resistant. His entry. At this time, the main system is dozing off and comes to deliver pillows. How can the devil be unreasonable? Isn''t it more interesting to wait until the best person who survived this kind of game turned around and realized that it was just a despair? With such a bad taste, the devil agreed to the cooperation request of the main system. But now... bored. so boring. All the copies of the first solo show have been sent to his eyes, and the devil can choose a copy at will to play the npc. Not to mention that now that he has the permissions given by the main system, he can also change a different npc appearance, continue his great cause of choosing things and watching movies behind the scenes. Obviously what an interesting thing, but the devil is out of interest now. He didn''t want to go to a copy. What''s more annoying is that the automatic weather system of the trainee dormitory set by the main system is loaded into a thunderstorm. Bright, cold white lightning flashed across the night sky, illuminating the sea and the islands, followed by heavy rain, splattering, as if to turn the whole world upside down. Just this time, the black-haired demon''s mood fell directly to the bottom. He hooked his fingers, and the floor-to-ceiling window that provided the only light source was also covered by heavy curtains, so there was no light. He didn''t want to expose any weaknesses in front of the main system, so he simply lay down on the bed, pretending to be sleeping. In all the rooms shrouded in darkness, the man''s dark golden pupils were tirelessly shining with boredom. Although for the devil, things can only be divided into two categories: "interesting" and "uninteresting". But this situation is still a bit rare at the moment. ...It''s like something is missing. There is nothing that can keep him interested, passionate, and tireless. what is it then? Will such things really exist in this world? There was a casual sneer in the darkness. I don''t know if it''s because the weather is too boring, the devil even took a rare rest for a while. He rarely sleeps, because he is not a human being, so he does not need to use sleep as a way of rest. It''s just that sometimes if it''s too boring, he would rather sleep rather than wake up. He didn''t know how long it took, and before he opened his eyes, he was keenly aware of the surrounding environment. too bright. This light should not be the usual darkness of his room, even if all the curtains are opened and the lights are turned on, there will be no such dazzling light. The man opened his eyes suddenly. At first sight is a spacious room. The basic tone of the room is gray, white and blue. There is an endless snow field outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. At this moment, there is a heavy snowfall, and each piece is as big as a feather. The fireplace burned enthusiastically not far away, and the firewood crackled and made a soothing sound, warm and kind. "Main system, what''s going on?" The devil sat up from the bed with a rather unhappy expression. As soon as he sleeps, the main system will give him this moth? Could it be that where he revealed a flaw, the main system found out that he didn''t like thunderstorms, so he made a roundabout hint to him? When can the system learn human hypocrisy? But in the dormitory of the trainees, the surrounding environment can be changed silently, except for the main system. Unexpectedly, the main system that had always given him a response for the first time is now extremely silent. The devil called the opponent several times without any sign of answering. The man''s eyebrows wrinkled more and more. He stared indifferently at the fluffy carpet on the wooden floor, stepped on it unceremoniously, and looked around in this unfamiliar room. Obviously, this is a room full of life. It''s not just the small objects placed everywhere in the room, the green potted plants on the corner of the table, the gold knives and forks placed on the table, or the roses blooming in the snow... everything is foreshadowed. There are traces of human habitation here. All household items are complete sets. Two cups, two dinner plates, and even the clothes in the closet are divided into black and white colors. The clothes in one of the wardrobes are his unchanging black suits, and the clothes in the other wardrobe are mainly windbreakers and khakis. Adult males, not living alone, should be a couple. The outrageous thing is that one of them has a body shape and habits that are very similar to him. Just a simple turn, the devil can determine the basic situation here. He stepped across the living room of this room and saw another black room connected to this room. This black room belongs to him. The devil walked to the range of his own room, and his heart became more suspicious. Before he fell asleep, many dresses and furnishings in the room had undergone obvious changes. For example, the khaki windbreaker hung on a hanger, which is obviously not in his style; for example, a long silver-white hair left on a black bed sheet; another example is the ugly and burnt one on the bed, which is very cherished by the owner. Rabbit doll. What the **** is the main system doing? The black-haired man rubbed his temples, stimulating his ability to manipulate shadows. So the shadows covering the two rooms fed back all the surveyed information to him, making his face more gloomy. Just as the demon was trying to continue to contact the main system, a "click" door opened suddenly in the silent air. It''s not in the black room on his side, but in the white room on the opposite side. Zong Jiu is back. He is in a good mood today. He just wandered around in the main city, and found that there was an S-level copy that was fun to watch, so he planned to come back and bring the devil together. Since they got mixed up, the fun has been endless. In the past, it was the devil who took the trouble alone, but now there is one more person to cooperate and turn the player around in a flicker. But Zong Jiu generally doesn''t like messing up, he only likes watching movies, so the devil is usually responsible for picking things up. He only needs to play the role of the inner ghost who is idle among the players, and cooperate with the big boss behind the scenes, eating melons and watching the show. As a result, when he was about to come back, Zhuge secretly glanced at him unpredictably. "Unfortunately, you should not be able to make a copy this time. I will reserve the place for you next time." Zong Jiu:? ? ? Zhuge secretly said this without beginning or end, but as a black-hearted prophet, Zong Jiu felt that as long as he said something from his mouth, every sentence and every word was worthy of scrutiny. But this time he didn''t understand. He and the devil have an infinite loop of power in their palms, and the other is keen on it. They just come back and call for their own kung fu. How can the devil change their personality? There have not been many things recently, but more and more survivors have accumulated enough points to exchange their memories of being in an infinite loop. Not to mention whether this matter is good or not, but it is finally the meeting of old friends. Compared with other ordinary players who know nothing, the survivors burst into tears the moment they recover their memories. Just a few days ago, the group of former B-level trainees led by Zong Jiu at No. 1 Middle School also formed a new guild called Class Jiu. It is said that the initiators were the 99th and 15th. It was just a day''s effort to establish the guild. The other B-level withdrawals were all assembled. A few days ago, Zong Jiu also went back to join in the excitement, and took Class 9 to get off an A-level copy. Apart from that, there is nothing else. I have to boast about Zhuge''s superb business ability, which makes people wonder whether the other party will be overworked in the next second. With such a relaxed mood, Zong Jiu slowly teleported back to their dormitory. As soon as he returned, he saw the black-haired man standing at the junction of the two rooms, staring at him with an unclear expression on his face. "?" Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. At this point in time, the devil usually takes a bath or wine tasting in the room. If he is more interested, he may set up an easel and use his superb painting skills that he exchanged from the main system to draw something serious. . If it is not in the room, then the other party must be looking for his own way. but now...... Just after taking a step, Zong Jiu suddenly retracted his foot. The relaxed atmosphere all over him suddenly became cold, and a thin playing card appeared on his fingertips. The magician pointed at the opponent''s neck far away, and his voice was cold, "Who are you?" It''s not that the flower ring is not on the other party''s white gloves, but the tacit understanding and intuition cultivated over time. This is not a demon. In other words, not the demon he knew in his memory. "I should ask this question, the unknown ant." The man squinted his eyes, and the invisible puppet thread flew out of his hand, piercing the cold and invisible air, and pierced towards the white-haired youth. So the next step is logical. They didn''t have a few words at all, and they started fighting on the spot. One manipulated the shadow and the puppet line, the other playing cards flickered, and the golden crowbar shone with cold color. To be honest, after Zong Jiu came to power, he used his excess energy to strengthen almost all the places in his body that could be strengthened. The overall quality has reached the peak of humanity, and even has a vague meaning of surpassing. In addition, he and the devil have fought too many times, and the opponent''s moves and routines, Zongjiu, are so familiar that they can no longer be familiar. On the other hand, from the parallel world, the devil who has not experienced the thriller trainee competition, is completely unfamiliar with the magician''s offensive routines, and was once conceited of his own strength. So what I like to hear is that after about a few rounds, he didn''t notice, and the magician grabbed the neckline, pressed his knees against his chest, and slammed it to the ground. I have to say that this is probably his worst loss since he was born out of malice. "Which one did you play today?" The black-haired demon was pushed to the ground, while the magician looked down at him condescendingly. "Let''s go, are you having memory loss or rejuvenation? Huh?" It''s hard to describe the devil''s mood at the moment, he covered his eyes and suddenly smiled. At that moment, the cold blood gradually became boiling, and the missing thing was finally found. Pleasure, excitement, the joy of meeting his opponents made him squint his pupils. It was... extremely interesting. Chapter 258: After the end The eyes of the devil Zongjiu couldn''t be more familiar. How many times have they confronted each other in the dungeon, and fought with bayonets outside the dungeon, leaving traces of tit-for-tat and match-matching opponents in various places. Every time he pits the devil, the other party has such a happy expression, for fear that Zong Jiu will not be able to see that he is in such a happy mood at the moment, and he looks like a trembling M. Strange, so strange. It''s true that the person in front of you is a demon, but it''s not. Zong Jiu ignored his laugh, and pulled off the opponent''s right glove slightly. Sure enough, not only the outside of the glove but also the inside of the glove, there were no traces of the flower ring. It was bizarre that he hadn''t seen Zong Jiu, the ring on his hand before. You must know that the devil can''t wait to show the ring all the time, just like a peacock flower, announcing the intimate relationship between him and the magician. Not to mention the feeling the Mephistopheles in front of him gave him. Cold, sharp, fierce, crazy and cruel. This feeling is not like the personality of the little devil who was forcibly suppressed in the Judgment Day dungeon. On the contrary, it was a little more like Zong Jiu when he first met the devil. Of course, that doesn''t mean that the current demons have changed. It''s just that in front of Zong Jiu, these negative emotions have been suppressed, hidden, and softened a lot. At least it won''t float on the surface like it is in front of you. Perhaps this situation is at a loss for others, and they have no idea what happened. But for Zong Jiu, he had some clues. The magician thoughtfully. He turned his head back and opened the infinite loop''s current permission system. After the main system was upgraded to high-dimensionality, Zhuge secretly created a permission system, also referred to as the fool system, because this system is not intelligent and can only issue instructions and cannot answer questions. Sure enough, the other half of the permissions displayed on the permissions system is grayed out. As we all know, the authority of the infinite loop is now divided into two parts, shared by Zong Jiu and the devil. Since others are here, the other half of the authority can''t be transferred, then the fact is obvious. "From the parallel world?" After all, he wears books at the beginning, and he can accept this kind of phenomenon similar to crossing. But Zong Jiu didn''t expect that this kind of thing would happen to the devil. No matter how you think about it, it feels a bit too incredible. If it was originally just a guess, then the information that the other party actively disclosed now is enough to make the devil affirm. It turned out to be a parallel world. So the man stopped laughing, "Where is the main system?" There is no doubt that the surrounding environment here is the dormitory for trainees. However, what puzzled the devil most was the main system that hadn''t responded to him for a long time. It stands to reason that as long as the thriller trainee competition is still being held, it is impossible for the main system to fail to contact, unless... Zong Jiu smiled, "Didn''t you have a deal with the main system? Would you not be able to guess whether it rose to a higher dimension?" The devil squinted his eyes and concealed the surprise in his heart. From this sentence, he has got enough information. This parallel world is not without the thriller trainee competition, but the competition is over? Even the main system has gone to high-dimensional? This feeling is like a dessert he has been waiting for for a long time, and he was told that the dessert had been eaten by the mouse before it was put on the table, which was quite unpleasant. But this unhappy mood lasted only for a moment. A moment later, the black-haired demon reappeared his usual cynical smile. Although there is no small dessert, he has discovered a Manchu delicacy. "Oh--" Being pushed on the ground by the magician, he did not resist, but prolonged the ending sound, revealing a careless voice: "Then who are you?" Compared to the ants who were contemptuous at the beginning, the demon''s attitude is now amiable. He has always had a good attitude towards things that interest him, and appropriately relax his tolerance and lower limits. The man swept across the magician¡¯s beautiful face with some frivolous eyes, from the light pink eyes to the tall nose, the tight thin lips, and finally fell into the slender white neck, and from him. The angle can be easily seen above the collarbone. At this moment, even the devil who is not interested in the skins has to admit that the young man in front of him indeed has an unforgettable appearance. The demon held up a strand of silvery-white hair that fell down from the opponent, and said in a sly, "My canary in the parallel world, or is it... forbidden?" The devil felt that his guess was somewhat reasonable. Although he had never done anything like this before, he really ignited an interest that he had never had before for the little beauty in front of him who was very appetizing with his looks and personality. Under this kind of interest, it seems that it is not impossible to imprison the other party as one''s own possession. Even after thinking about it, he felt that this proposal was quite good, one that could be put into action immediately. "Ha ha." However, he was greeted by the magician with three sneers, plus a relentless punch. Right in the eye socket. Although for the non-human demon, this force is similar to tickling, but this move undoubtedly provoked his anger. In the next second, black shadows sprang up from all around the room, and the hideous tip was glowing with a strange and indeterminate color, rushing towards the back of the white-haired youth. Zong Jiu, who had long expected his hand, continued to hold the devil''s collar with his backhand, once again gave him an uppercut while taking advantage of the gap, and then rolled away on the spot without liking, rolling until he belonged to his white Mediterranean indifference. Style white room. There are fireplaces, huge chandeliers, and the white light reflected into the room by the snowy fields in the distance, illuminating the whole room. So in contrast, the shadows are a lot less, here Zong Jiu has a field bonus, and can also avoid the ability of demons to manipulate shadows. Give full play to your home court advantage, nothing wrong. Seeing his skillful set of movements, the doubts in the black-haired demon''s heart are getting deeper and deeper. Just now, he had discovered that the puppet line could not control this person. That''s right, when he was pressed on the ground just now, the devil tried to implant a puppet line into the opponent. But obviously, he failed. Obviously, the first manipulative condition for physical contact has been fulfilled. How can the manipulation fail? His line of puppet originated from the darkness and malice in the creature''s heart. The more intelligent animals are, the more likely they are. It can be said that as long as it is a human, there is no way to escape his puppet line. The devil has never encountered a miss. This is the first time. Counting up now, the other party gave him a lot of surprises for the first time. The first time I lost, the first time I was so embarrassed, the first time I missed... Whether it was the first match or the subsequent development, the opponent clearly knew him extremely well and was able to do well. This is very unusual. If only a canary is raised, it is at least impossible for a canary to have such a high force value, and in turn beat the owner. Besides, with his character, it is impossible to tell another person about his abilities without reservation. In addition, what made the demon pay more attention to was the objects he found in the two rooms just now. Not to mention that the items are in pairs, but the traces in many places are worthy of scrutiny. There should be a couple living here, one of whom is the white-haired beauty in front of him. It now appears that one of them is likely to be him in the parallel world. Not only the details in the room, but also the black suit in the closet with the same size as his habit can explain this. But how is it possible...? If it''s not forbidden, it''s not a canary, then how could he live with another person. Just the answer he got made the devil feel ridiculous and couldn''t believe it. Coming from a parallel world, he didn''t even think about the most absurd, most unlikely answer. "Swish -" The playing cards broke through the air, nailed deeply into the wall, and a cloud of dust fell into the rustle, and the air was scattered all over. On the other end, the stabbed puppet thread also cut the dark blue carpet into broken pieces, which were then shredded. As it happened, the shadows swam past, pushing the bohemian vase that the magician had bought from the real world to the ground. There was a crisp cracking sound, and the porcelain splinters spread all over the floor. Zong Jiu turned around and saw this scene, only to feel that his temples were suddenly beating. In a dormitory, the glass windows were cracked from different angles, and the heavy snow blowing from outside blew out the fireplace. Not to mention, the surrounding furniture was also torn apart, and even the bed was cut into a few pieces of bed boards and sheets. , Can''t tell the original appearance at all, it can be described as a mess, it is said that it is not as good as a doghouse. But fortunately, he has the right to control the system, just restore it, but there are some decorations brought back from the real world or from the other dungeon worlds that he took the devil to, the system can''t be restored with one click! ! This time really made Zong Jiu smile. He slowly rolled up his sleeves and decisively used his authority as a power holder. Demon in other parallel worlds need to be cared I''m sorry, Zong Jiu saw that the devil from this parallel world was ill-educated. It''s hard to understand his hatred if he doesn''t educate him. So in the next second, he was still jumping and happily. The more he hits, the brighter his golden eyes, and the more excited the devil is visible to the naked eye, he was punched out, and the magician''s strength directly sent him from this room. The black room. "Cough cough cough..." This boxing sect nine did not show mercy, so the impact it caused was quite terrifying. At least on the surface, the devil''s favorite bookshelf was overturned, and it even spread to the wine cabinet beside it. A bottle of dust-sealed red wine just broke a hole, and the cold liquor poured out of Mimim poured on the front of the man, dyeing the white suit shirt into a shocking red, and the air was swaying with the fragrant aroma of wine. However, the demon sitting on the ground didn''t notice this. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the easel placed aside. Zong Jiu: "..." Most of the paintings drawn by the devil are very rude. In contrast, the painting he changed the artist''s ghost in the amusement park was the most normal one. For example, the parallel world demons are now looking at this picture. The magician was picked up by the man from behind, with white hair spread on the black floor, with a lazy look, sweat and unknown liquid all over his body, and a huge floor-standing mirror in front of him. Playing cards hit again. So the devil had no choice but to give up watching with regret, rolled on the spot, and started a new round of fierce battle again. This time, he was twisted his hands again, and the magician stepped on the ground. It''s incredible to say that the culprit turned out to be a rose. By the way, Zong Jiu pulled out this rose from the pocket of the devil''s shirt. The number of uses of that rose has long been used up, but there is no B612 rose in another parallel world. "How do you know it? Huh?" Even though he was in a disadvantage, the demon remained unchanging and wanted to provoke him. Zong Jiuzheng wanted to speak, but he heard a slight explosion in the air. Inexplicably transferred to another parallel world, using the future intelligence and the main system to do business, and borrowing the flower ring to locate, it took a lot of effort to find this parallel world, the black-haired man stepped on the shadow. Seeing the scene in front of him, his tone suddenly fell slightly. "What are you doing?" Chapter 259: After the end "What are you doing?" The black-haired man has a low tone of voice, and the shadow behind him is swimming along his shadow, full of unknown color. It''s not just the scene in front of you, a little later, the entire two rooms are turned into ruins. The blue-and-white room was the worst, and the black room was not much better. The bookshelf was broken with the wine rack, and the crimson wine flowing on the floor could be seen everywhere. When I saw my room like this at first glance, no one would be in a good mood. However, the devil only faintly swept through the mess, and refocused his gaze on the magician who was pressing No.1 of the parallel world on the ground. There is no doubt that in this situation and situation, changing someone is simply the scene of the arrest of the rape. But magicians are not ordinary people, demons are not ordinary people, not even No. 1 who is forced to press on the ground. But this does not prevent the devil from feeling that the scene before him is extremely dazzling. Especially when he saw the other himself licking his lips excitedly, his dark golden pupils sparkled with interest, and he even provocatively pulled the magician''s long silver hair and rubbed it ambiguously between his fingers. It''s all another self, is it still unclear how your own urine **** is? This is obviously an excitement. Not only was he moved his mind, but he was still not afraid of death to invite a fight. The devil snorted coldly, and the shadow behind the toe of the black leather shoe started a building, trying to quietly fix the opponent on the black floor. But obviously, the ability of no.1 is the same as him. So after the two of them gave the opposite instructions to the shadow, the shadow without any wisdom was in trouble, and in the end they simply chose not to listen to anyone, and stuck in place. Failing to make a move, he squinted his eyes, stepped on the shadow, and lovingly hugged the magician''s waist. "Honey, who is this?" Asked knowingly. As early as in the other parallel world, the devil had already inquired about him in the parallel world from the main system. Obviously, the thriller trainee competition on that side has not yet started. If it is defined in accordance with Zong Jiukou''s high-dimensional world''s "Thriller Trainee", it belongs to the stage where the story has not even begun. "You who are in the parallel world are very uneducated." Zong Jiu said, relaxing his body and leaning back, lazily leaning the back of his head on the devil''s chest, one foot still bends his knees against No.1 on the ground, and began to complain. "He ruined our room." Obviously, the word ¡®us¡¯ draws a clear line of boundaries, and all of a sudden, it dispelled the demon-clouded mood just now. However, the magician''s next sentence made him squint again. "By the way, he also soiled your painting." Zong Jiu pointed to the side of the wine cabinet. So the devil saw the oil painting with the black cloth opened. On the original flat canvas, in addition to the paint, there are more traces of dark red wine. Of course, this is not the most important. Most importantly, this painting was seen by people other than them. Very unhappy. I watched a circle of their no.1 showing their affection:......? This kind of opponent formed an atmosphere of its own, and his sense of onlookers that he couldn''t intervene was really bad. Of course, it feels even worse that something that you have finally become interested in has already been classified by other people as possessions. Even if that person is another self in the parallel world. Whether it is a devil or no.1, it is the kind of person who will either **** it back or forcibly possess it once it becomes interested. There is never a reason to not get or ask for it. Of course, it is undeniable that such other people¡¯s possessions make No. 1 more desire for predation. So in the spirit of death, no.1 continued to be gone forever on his arch fire road. "Ah." He suppressed the sourness in his heart, and began to cynicism, "I''m really disappointed, I didn''t expect you to look like this in the parallel world. What is this? A dog that is obediently tamed?" "He does need some lessons." The devil''s voice was low, and anyone with a discerning eye could hear signs of displeasure inside: "My dear, your hands are all red. Don''t bother you with this kind of thing, let me come." The man slowly displayed the flower ring in his hand that was paired with the magician, while decisively using the infinite loop of authority. No matter which world''s demon strength value is, there is no need to question it. After all, it is an existence born out of malice, gathering the malicious darling of the world. The puppet line and the ability to manipulate the shadows are enough to make him invincible, and it is easy to destroy an S-level copy while talking and laughing, without any effort at all. Since he was himself in a parallel world, the demon couldn''t be more clear about his abilities. If you have to go head-to-head, you can''t tell the difference. But... the demons in this world have something that no.1 doesn''t have. That is the permission of infinite loop. Although as a super S-level copy boss, many rules of infinite loop can not be restricted to the devil, but it is enough to drink a pot of no.1. The devil is never a person who can be cavalier. So the magician who had just taught no.1 also patted the non-existent dust on his body, leaned against the wall, and watched the two demons fought with great interest. Even if it is at an absolute disadvantage, no.1 will not stop, often taking advantage of the gap to wink at the magician who is watching the game from the outside, ready to try to feel like I am green myself. Then there is no doubt that the next second he was manipulated by the devil to push the puppet line into the wall. It should be said that it is no.1 of Parallel World, who can accurately step on the devil''s thunder point back and forth. Zong Jiu watched, while sighing with no sincerity in his heart. Good guys. Even the flirting appearance and the posture adding fuel to the fire are in the same line. The two fought for a while, and the demon finally found out. As long as no.1 is kept here, the magician will occasionally look at the opponent, although just a glimpse is unpleasant; most importantly, no.1 looks like a peacock who wants to pry him at the corner all the time. It''s really hot. All in all, the devil finally found that keeping no.1 was a scourge, so he stopped fighting, and opened the space wormhole very simply, tied the person directly with the puppet thread and threw it in. Originally, he had negotiated with the main system of another parallel world, and when the other party contacted him first, he was using coordinates to locate, so that the energy of the main system was consumed. But now, the devil would rather use the energy he has accumulated, and let this annoying guy get out first. This no.1 from the parallel world instantly surpassed the ranking of the little devil''s aversion in the heart of the devil, ranking first in the throne. Of course, before throwing away no.1, the devil maliciously packaged and gave him a big gift. That is the memory of the sweet encounter between myself and the magician (referred to as "Kill") and the last love. Acid, it''s best to kill him. On the other side, no.1, who was thrown directly into the wormhole, could barely re-enter the shadow, suddenly opened his eyes. It is a deep black, surrounded by countless weird decorations and furniture. The wine cabinet and the bookshelf were silent in the distance, there was no easel, and there was no connecting blue and white room. Everything was incredibly quiet. There is no doubt that this is his room. [You are back, no.1] The cold mechanical sound rang in the air. After a long time, there was a lazy "Yeah." In order to be able to redeem no.1, the main system is also struggling. Mainly because the demon of another parallel world told t3 that the main system of his world had successfully ascended to higher dimensions. After precise calculations, the main system felt that it was necessary to cooperate with No.1, and only then planned to spend its precious energy to bring this unconscious collaborator back from the parallel world. As a result, its energy hadn''t passed, no.1 was packaged and sent by the other party. By the way, he also put a sentence to shut down your dog, don''t let him go out and bite, and then unilaterally closed the passage of the parallel world permanently. Main system: "..." Without human emotions, it also felt something disgusting at this moment. I don''t know if it is an illusion. Since then, the main system feels that No.1 seems to be a little strange. For example, I suddenly asked him if he had detected the infinite loop with high-dimensional landing anomalies. After getting a negative answer, he asked him if there was an ordinary person with a surname surnamed among the trainees randomly picked from the real world. In order to make sure that no.1''s brain is not damaged after a parallel space migration, the main system began to observe him silently. After the start of the game, no.1, who was not interested in playing the role of a copy of NPC, chose to enter the "mental hospital" personal show copy and played one of the abnormal doctors. Except for the two S-classes, there is nothing special about this copy. The main system found that no.1 showed unusual interest in one of the E-level trainees. However, soon, after seeing the white-haired trainee crying and trying to hook Zhuge secretly and failing, and then failing to flatter the Messiah manipulated by No.1, this interest quickly disappeared. What immediately followed was rage. "You are not him." no.1 pinched the white-haired neck, the dark golden pupils were full of icy cold. Obviously they have the same face, the same hair color and pupil color, but their personalities are quite different. Another white-haired magician has a dazzling soul that the devil wants to hide and possess. And the white hair in front of him had a skin bag, and the soul inside was rotten, ugly, and vulgar. "Please... please, don''t kill me, I can do everything for you." Looking at the other party''s face blushing, and looking like he wants to please him, I just feel disgusting and disgusting, and I don''t want to look at it for a second. no.1 has never been so furious. He didn''t know if he was affected. But it is undeniable that the more he can''t find it, the greater his desire for the white-haired magician, and the unstoppable interest in the future of the demon and magician belonging to the parallel world. Next, everything is carried out step by step. A total of ten S-levels, except for No. 3, all the others fell. Without any suspense, no.1 manipulated the puppet and won the final victory. bored. Extremely boring, without thinking and expecting at all. It was a game full of expectations, but now it''s dull. Standing on the final platform of wishing for the victor, welcoming all the survivors¡¯ fiery worshiping sight, no.1 asked the main system again. "Haven''t found him yet?" ¡¾No¡¿ The main system repeats the answer that I don¡¯t know how many times [Even in a parallel world, there are some differences, it¡¯s impossible to be exactly the same] "..." [If you have nothing else, just make a wish, I am going to upgrade. According to our transaction and agreement, the infinite loop will be under your control] It doesn''t sound like it''s under his control, but what''s the point? no.1 With a sneer, he casually swept the people under his feet. All people surrender, supreme, and absolutely rule. These are all things at his fingertips, meaningless. Envy, dissatisfaction and emptiness are at work. He is like a lonely devil, who will never find the echo of his soul. and many more...... There is another way. Just when the main system felt that he could not get a response, the man finally spoke. His eyes were shining, bright, but they couldn''t be looked at directly. "Main system? When upgrading, do you mind taking someone with you?" ...... The room was in a mess. Two years have passed since the car accident. From the spirited great magician, falling to the bottom, after hundreds of times of hope and being cruelly deprived, to become an out-and-out world-weary, it seems to be a matter of course. The magician scratched his wrist laboriously, his face was indifferent and there was not much expression on his face. Whether it¡¯s conventional physical methods, medical technology, surgery, even metaphysics, black magic, legendary witchcraft, and even more partial methods, he has tried... His hands were restored as before. He has tasted disappointment countless times. But the magician still embraced that tiny little flame. Human beings are like this. As long as they are alive, there will be hope of being overwhelmed. The gushing blood dripped on the black sacrificial cloth on the ground, and soon gathered into a pool, staining everything around it with shocking colors. Ordinary people suddenly meet such blood loss, dizziness and even fainting are quite normal. But the magician just thought it didn''t matter. It doesn''t matter if you lose too much blood and die like this. Anyway, it doesn''t matter. Because this time, it was just such a useless effort thousands of times. In the dark room, the magician laughed self-deprecatingly, threw the knife, dragged his tired body and was about to turn around. The moment he turned his head, the parchment was suddenly covered by black shadows, suspended in the air, as if burning out of thin air. There was a silent hurricane in the room, tearing everything to pieces. Seeing the figure stepping out of the shadow, the magician trembled all over, with red eyes. The devil responded to his call. "Are you Mephistopheles from **** following my call?" The magician''s voice trembled, like a blind man who had been blind for a long time, finally searching for the light of his own in the dark, clutching this piece of driftwood, willing to indulge. No.1, who came out of the shadows, looked at him deeply. The magician in front of him is gloomy, decadent, and even more indifferent than the magician in his memory. Even the hair color and pupil color are not what they remember, but the dark black as the opposite of eternal night. . But no.1 knows that this is his magician. It''s his, only his. "Mephistopheles? I like this name." The man curled his lips and smiled, and the rushing shadow blocked the turbulent blood on the magician''s wrist. The devil''s smile contained joy that could not be hidden no matter what. Because he knows that no matter which parallel world it is, no matter what way it is, they will always meet. "Nice to meet you, my little magician."