Thriller Trainee

While following the guide in the village, Zong Jiu recalled the Tarot Guide in his mind.

Among the twenty-two major arcana, the most ominous one is the sixteenth "Tower".

Compared with the "Tower" that destroys everything and has terrible destructive power whether it is positive or negative, the Death card carries a hint of life. This hint of life can be maximized when the Death card is reversed.

The number of the Death card is 13. As we all know, 13 is a very ominous number in the West.

In the Last Supper, Jesus' thirteenth disciple Judas betrayed him for thirty silver coins, which eventually led to Jesus being crucified, so the number 13 has always been equivalent to bad luck in the West, and it also fits the meaning of the Death card.

The Tarot Guide explains in detail the difference between the upright and reversed Death card.

Upright Death card: failure, end.

Reversed Death card: abandon the past, reborn from the ashes, live towards death, miracle.

Zong Jiu's mind revolved around rebirth for a few seconds, and he took the card back as if nothing had happened.

Just at this moment, the team also happened to stop.

"We're here."

The leader, Lao Qiang, stopped in front of a mud house on the side of the road, "Those who just paid for food live here."

Then he pointed from a distance, "Those who haven't paid for food, you live behind that tree."

At the end of the path he pointed to, there was an old locust tree, with yellow leaves hanging on the branches, swaying with the cold wind blowing from the side.

Just behind the lush branches and leaves of the locust tree, an old and gloomy mud house stood tall, with a dark doorway, which made people creepy from a distance.

The trainees were divided into two teams and brought here. Those who paid for dry food looked at those who didn't pay for dry food with pity, and they were very grateful.

Combined with the previous conversation between Wang Shou and Lao Qiang, anyone with a discerning eye could see that there was definitely something wrong with the dilapidated house behind the old locust tree.

The barrage was also discussing.

[They are all trainees who came in together, but because some people have packages in their ID cards and some don't, there is a huge gap at the beginning. This really depends on the face]

[It really depends on the face +1. To be honest, I think there must be something strange about that broken house. The horror movie law must be used here]

[Come on, buy and leave, and see which trainee who has not paid the grain will be sacrificed first]

[First exclude Zhuge An, then exclude the magician, and the others can be selected in any order]

The trainees on the other side are obviously very unbalanced, but they dare not say much in front of the villagers holding hoes.

Maybe it's really bad luck. The strength of the group that has not paid the grain is uneven, sparse, and a large area is occupied by newcomers. There is almost a gap in the old people. The highest is only No. 3 Zhuge An, and the next is C level, which can be said to be a fight between novices.

In this case, people will subconsciously want to find a backbone, so everyone can't help but glance at Zhuge An in the same queue.

Unfortunately, the latter was as still as a mountain, and did not comment on the current situation. Instead, he lowered his eyebrows and looked as if he was thinking about something.

The boss was like this, and a bunch of other newcomers of D and E levels did not dare to disturb him.

At this time, a trainee finally said timidly, "Should we go to the house first to take a look?"

Although I don't know what era this copy is from, it is impossible for a large-scale famine to occur in a modern civilized society.

It's getting late now. If we delay it any longer, it will probably be dark. Since there is no electric light, it will be even more terrible when it's dark.

Immediately, a trainee seconded, "Yes, let's go and take a look quickly, otherwise it will be bad when it's dark."

Although everyone looked at each other, no one could move.

At this time, the white-haired young man put down his arms and took the lead to walk towards the intersection.

The eyes of others lit up and followed immediately.

Although the old people didn't like this C-level who was so popular, the newcomers were convinced by Zong Jiu.

The old people had tools and strength, and were used to stable group action. The horror trainee is another competitive arena. If a newcomer goes up, another old man will fall down. The exclusion is very serious.

The newcomers all start from the same starting line. They struggle in the cruel horror dungeon. They know how difficult it is for Zong Jiu to get to the top three levels in one shot, so they admire him even more. In addition, Zong Jiu made a big splash in Las Vegas. Everyone knows that he won a million chips. Now even the old man has to think about it.

That's a full million survival points! Even if it's given to a pig, the pig can be strengthened into an iron porcupine!

Zong Jiu ignored the string of little tails behind him. He walked to the old locust tree and frowned.

Someone wondered, "Strange. When we just came here, the bark of those trees was peeled clean. Why hasn't anyone eaten the bark of this tree yet?"

"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 tree. It has a strong yin energy and is easy to attract unclean things. Few people would plant it in front of the house, let alone such a big one.

"Who of you has exchanged props? Get ready. Let's go in and take a look."

Others trembled and looked at the dark entrance behind the tree. Their legs went weak.

"Hurry up, just go in and take a look. What's there to be afraid of with so many people? It will be dark soon. It's better to have a house to sleep in than no house to sleep in."

While urging, Zong Jiu pretended to take out an ordinary dagger from the black box.

The black box is equivalent to a portable space, which is very useful and can be used to take out ordinary items anytime and anywhere.

Seeing his movements, everyone thought that this dagger was a high-end prop exchanged from Las Vegas, and they also took out their own props one by one, as if facing a great enemy.

"Dong——"

The door was broken and not locked, and it opened with a push.

The trainee who pushed the door was too panicked and accidentally pushed the other half of the door panel to the ground, and the cold wind began to pour back.

Zong Jiu held the dagger in his hand, lowered his eyebrows, and headed towards the house.

This is not because he is skilled and brave, but because he still holds the soul-catching bell in his other hand, and he is not afraid.

Through the window lattice and the holes rotted by termites, the light from outside barely shines in, illuminating the small earth house.

There weren't many things on display in the house. If I had to say anything, it was an empty house that had been abandoned for a long time, and the floor was full of dirt. The beams were covered with moss, and the water tank placed in the corner was broken, so one could only vaguely see the sewage inside.

Even if you want to rest in this kind of house, you can only lean against the wall to squint your eyes. The only advantage is that you can avoid the autumn wind outside.

"Ah——"

The trainee following behind suddenly let out a short scream.

The barrage was full of red exclamation marks.

[Fuck, this scream really scared me]

[Me too, it made me alert all of a sudden...]

The person who was investigating immediately showed a vigilant look, holding the props and turning back, ready to welcome the supernatural scene.

A fat gray shadow jumped in the corner and suddenly drilled out from the hole in the wall.

The trainee stammered, "Yes, it's a mouse."

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

With such an interruption, everyone's tension was relieved a lot.

For the old people, the goal is to get a high rating in the dungeon; for the newcomers, it is good enough to survive.

They know that they are divided into two camps, but the trainees have an iron rule that they cannot kill each other. Random tasks are not as mandatory as the main tasks, and it doesn’t matter if you don’t do them, so few people take it to heart.

The screaming trainee scratched his head embarrassedly, "My name is Xu Su, I'm sorry, everyone, I'm really afraid of mice since I was a child, I didn't mean to scare you just now."

Others waved their hands, and someone took the opportunity to suggest, "Since we are going to get along together in this dungeon next, why don't we get to know each other briefly first?"

As they said, everyone subconsciously turned their eyes to Zong Jiu.

Although Zong Jiu himself did nothing, this group of newcomers already had the intention of vaguely looking at him as a leader.

The white-haired young man raised his eyebrows.

To be honest, if you put yourself in the position of a leader and show that you are doing good for everyone, it is indeed difficult to arouse suspicion. No wonder Messiah was so active in the first dungeon. He relied on the trust of the old people and the ignorance of the newcomers, and took advantage of the weakness of blind obedience in the public psychology, and finally got away unscathed.

After a brief introduction, the atmosphere in the room became much better.

Everyone sat down in the room, looked at each other, and sighed.

"We are all trainees, but we are so unlucky. How come we don't have a package?"

Xu Su glanced outside, and was still frightened. "We have to stay here for seven days."

"Yes, this room is dark and cold, and it's scary to look at it."

"Don't mention it, maybe we have to spend the night like this. Alas, but it's okay, you see how hungry the villagers outside are, at least we don't have to eat."

Zong Jiu didn't participate in the discussion. He squatted in the middle against the wall, listening to their discussion while looking at the wall behind him.

He found something wrong with the wall when he just glanced over.

This house is close to the mountain, and the roof is leaky. No one has lived in it for many years, and even the walls are covered with blue-black moss, which is dense and dense. But if you look closely, you will find that there are slight differences in the height of their growth, resulting in uneven cross-sections.

The white-haired young man picked up a branch from the ground and scraped off the wall moss bit by bit.

As he moved, the covered wall surface also revealed the earth surface behind it.

On those rammed earth walls, shocking white marks suddenly appeared.

"Fuck, what is this?!"

Zong Jiu's actions did not avoid others. After the people in the room found something wrong, they also joined the wall scratching project one by one.

They peeled off almost all the moss on the entire wall, and looked at the scene in front of them, and gasped.

[Oh my god, these marks look like...]

[It can't be what I guessed, shaking.jpg]

[The one upstairs is what you guessed (loudly)]

The trainee's face turned pale: "It looks like it was scratched by a human with fingernails?"

"Look, the height is just right..." He gestured, "half of the wall, there is nothing higher, and you can't reach your hands up."

The room was terrifyingly quiet.

The walls of the country houses are always rammed tightly, not to mention so densely packed, with marks one or two centimeters deep on each.

If it was caused by a person, I'm afraid my fingers would be worn off. If it wasn't caused by a person...it would be even more terrifying.

The fear and chill rushed from the soles of everyone's feet all the way to the top of their heads.

Although they had already guessed that there was something wrong with this house, everyone still took a chance, and now there was a shock.

Xu Su was about to cry but had no tears, "Yes, or we should go out and sleep in the open air."

No one else spoke.

To be honest, an entire village would not be safe without being told clearly that this was a terrifying copy. Even if you sleep outside, there is still danger, maybe even greater.

At this moment, there was a creaking sound from the wooden board.

Everyone turned around.

The man at the door retracted his hand and glanced at everyone in the room coldly, "Come out."

For a moment, the newlyweds standing in front of the wall looked at each other.

Seeing that they didn't respond, Zhuge An's tone became more impatient, "If you don't go out to collect firewood, do you want to sleep here all night? Aren't you afraid of freezing to death?"

When he said this, the trainees reacted.

The days have arrived at the intersection of autumn and winter, and the earthen roof of this room has little protection from the wind, not to mention the huge temperature difference between day and night in the mountains. The clothes everyone wears are not thick. If you sleep like this for one night, you will probably wake up with your whole body stiff. .

So more than a dozen people followed him out, and no one dared to stay in the house.

They divided into two teams in front of the house. One team followed Zhuge An to collect firewood, and the other team followed Zong Jiu to find the villagers.

Fortunately, although the famine is serious in the village, there is still enough firewood.

If you walk to the hillside not far away, you can pick up a lot of them under the trees. In the end, everyone held a large pile of dead branches in their arms.

After the firewood-collecting team came back, the team that asked the villagers to borrow flints also came back.

The white-haired young man shook his head, "No, they don't want to borrow it."

Although I already knew what the villagers in this village were like, they were not willing to borrow even the cheapest flint, which really made me angry.

The newcomers suddenly became angry and cursed: "Damn it, these bastards, who is willing to protect them!"

"That's right, all those who engage in human trafficking should die. They only sell women. They are a bunch of cowards."

"Fuck me, I'm so pissed off."

A glimmer of light flashed in Zong Jiu's eyes.

He guessed correctly, the main mission of ordinary cards is really to protect the villagers.

"But, what should we do now?"

Zhuge An frowned, "I can light a fire, let's go."

What does it mean to be able to light a fire?

The rest of the people looked at the big man holding a bundle of firewood and did not dare to ask any more questions. More than a dozen people, holding firewood in their arms and empty-handed, returned to the wooden house at the end of the path.

After all this tossing, the sky almost turned from gloomy to dark blue.

Night is coming.

When he reached the intersection, Xu Su suddenly said "Ah" again.

The trainee walking in front of him was startled by him again, and said in a grumpy tone, "Why are you barking again? Is there another mouse?"

"No...it's not."

Xu Su's voice trembled and he stretched out his finger, "There, there seems to be someone up there."

Everyone looked in the direction he pointed.

In front of the gloomy earthen house, the lush crown of the locust tree was dyed scarlet.

Following the force of gravity, his long tongue stretched out to his chest, his arms dropped past his knees, and the cloth on his body swayed like a torn sack in the cold wind.

A man hanged there with a look on his face.