Thriller Trainee

[How long has it been? What happened over there?]

[Did you stir up a hornet's nest? The village was so quiet just now, how come all these people and ghosts are coming?]

"Fuck, what did they do?"

Seeing this scene, the newcomers were dumbfounded.

How come there was such a big commotion after walking a few steps? Not only did the ghosts swarm over, but the villagers also looked crazy, with distorted faces, and chased after them without knowing what was going on.

"Don't worry about it for now, let's go to the temple first!"

Zong Jiu turned around, and the poker cards on his fingertips made a "rustling" sound in the cold air, and sank into the tree stump with a sound of nailing.

The vision in the forest was greatly obstructed, not to mention that they were surrounded now.

Everyone's movements were not slow, some held up the shield, some threw talismans, and there were countless people reciting the formula.

The black-clothed Azan frowned at the ghosts, and for a moment he couldn't tell which ones belonged to the villagers, which ones belonged to the leaves, and which ones were the real evil ghosts. So he simply recited a few mantras on the spot and released some of the ghosts in the soul-calling banner.

For a moment, the woods were filled with gloomy winds and dead leaves flying.

Although they tried their best to avoid direct conflict with the villagers, since it had occurred, there was nothing they could do, so they could only run as fast as possible. A group of people ran wildly, screaming one after another, and soon they ran to the front of the temple.

Coincidentally, it was just dawn at this time, and the hunched black-robed figure in front of the temple was just pulling the door with a dustpan in his hand, sprinkling water and leaves on the ground while sweeping and removing dust.

The trainees didn't care so much, and rushed into the temple in a swarm, quickly pulling the handrails of the temple door, and a group of people shouted and closed the temple door that had just been opened not long ago, and finally someone took out his special props and locked the door.

After the temple door was locked, the entire temple hall went dark, with only the lotus lamp next to the spiritual seat under the clay Buddha emitting a faint flickering light.

Yin Po watched their actions, but did not go up to stop them. She frowned, "Who are you? How dare you be so presumptuous in front of the Buddha?"

Zong Jiu gave Xu Sen a look, and the latter consciously went up to negotiate with Yin Po.

He turned his eyes to the other team.

"Damn, that woman is indeed problematic."

Cao Hongtao, a B-level old man, cursed and hissed. Looking down, there was a shocking bloody tooth mark on his knuckles.

After Zong Jiu and the others asked for information, the team of old people saw that the woman was lying. So they wanted to coerce and lure the other party to tell the truth. It happened that Cao Hongtao had learned a little about interrogation and torture, so he volunteered to step forward.

Killing the NPC may cause the entire mission plot line to collapse, but it is no problem to let the NPC suffer a little. The methods of the old people who have seen the wind and waves in the infinite loop are not very glorious. As long as they can survive and bypass the rules, why not do it?

Cao Hongtao asked bit by bit, paying attention to the changes in her facial expression.

This kind of NPC is very consistent with the background of the times, and has not received professional anti-interrogation training, so it is easy to find flaws.

Soon, Cao Hongtao found the suspicious points.

Including all the previous descriptions, the old woman guarded the Bodhisattva soil and ate the Bodhisattva soil. She was a good person who was devoted to Buddhism and even secretly sent food to the woman. These descriptions were not mixed with other water.

The problem lies in how the old woman died. As long as she asked this question, she would have a drastic change of mood. Just when Cao Hongtao was overjoyed and tried to find out more information along this clue, the woman suddenly started hysterical on the spot.

"I have told you everything I know, what else do you want!"

Her expression became extreme, and her voice was sharp, "So what if I am good to her? She is the only one in the village who can eat well. Isn't it all her fault later?"

At this point, the woman realized that she had spoken out of turn, and immediately closed her mouth again. No matter how she asked, she couldn't get a single word out of him.

Not only that, she became furious under the interrogation, bit Cao Hongtao's hand desperately, and shouted for help, attracting the attention of the villagers, so they had to give up the next interrogation.

At first, the newcomers felt sorry for this woman, but now they realized that she was not innocent even though she was full of lies.

Cao Hongtao borrowed a piece of cloth from someone else, hastily wrapped his hand, and looked sinister, "This village is fucking weird."

On the other side, Xu Sen's negotiations were also very effective.

In the last reincarnation, Yin Po revealed her attitude towards this deserted village in front of them.

So when they produced enough evidence in this reincarnation, the other party's attitude was not too suspicious.

"I understand what you mean." The Yin Po said slowly, "After listening to your story, it is indeed the quickest way to go directly to the underworld to ask the old woman's soul for clarification." "But--" She changed the subject, "It is impossible to go to the underworld during the day, not to mention that tonight is not a full moon night. If you want to go, please trouble the young men to carry the empty crimson coffin in the mourning hall at the back." Not only that, going to the underworld on a night other than a full moon requires a lot of preparation. Others followed the Yin Po's command, those who moved the coffin moved the coffin, those who swept the hall swept the hall, and those who lit the candles lit the candles. The hall was dark, and the cold wind that came in from the gaps blew up the gauze curtains.

Outside the temple gate, you can still hear the villagers shouting, and even the sound of hoes hitting the ground. There was a loud bang, accompanied by falling wood chips.

"Open the door! Open the door for me!"

“Our village has supported this ruined temple for so many years, but it’s not even willing to open a door?!”

"This yin woman is so damned. Sure enough, the village chief was right. She wishes she could curse our whole village to death just like that old woman."

...

There was a lot of noise and noise outside. After all, there was something about this temple that made the villagers of Tongbai Village fearless. Even if they scolded them, they didn't dare to act recklessly at the feet of the Bodhisattva.

It seems that the temple is safe for the time being.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

After the security issue was resolved, another issue arose.

The trainees felt the pinching feeling of hunger in their stomachs again, and their chests began to burn. The hunger value in the upper right corner is marked red again.

It had been one night since they last ate, and they had experienced another battle between life and death. Now everyone was so hungry that their chests were touching their backs.

Finally, an old man couldn't help but ask, "Mother-in-law, is there anything edible in the temple?"

The rickety figure shrouded in black robes said slowly, "In order to pursue fasting, we ascetics eat very simple food. If you don't mind, you can go to the back hall where the coffins are placed to find them."

Bigu?

Zong Jiu felt a flash of inspiration flash through his mind, intertwined with the previous woman's story, telling him that he was about to get close to the final answer.

As soon as they heard there was food, the trainees rushed there, but unfortunately the result was really disappointing.

Because what they brought back was only some of the coarsest rice bran, which only added up to a handful. Let alone whether it could be eaten, even if it could be eaten, it would not increase the hunger level much.

But despite this, there are still many people staring at the handful of fine chaff, their eyes full of salivation.

The old man headed by Cao Hongtao paid other attention. He glanced around and said, "Don't you see there are fruits on the altar? Why don't we secretly..."

"It's best not to do it." Lin Guoxing frowned, "Senior No. 4 said before that this temple has the aura of Buddha. Although these fruits are shriveled, they are all used for worship. No one can afford it if something goes wrong."

What to do?

Having said that, few people took their eyes away from the offerings.

No one wants to die. Who will care about it when it is really necessary?

They also had to stay in the temple for a whole day.

Now everyone's hunger level has skyrocketed, meaning they have to eat at least two meals a day.

Even with the addition of grain bran and fruits, it is enough to feed four or five people for a day at most. But there were more than thirty people standing in the temple.

On the other side, several old people had already started quarreling over the ownership of the handful of chaff, and they were all red-faced. Everyone wants to get more, and verbal conflicts tend to escalate into physical conflicts.

The lower-ranking old man even had his mind set on the Bodhisattva soil outside the temple.

"You said, everyone in this village eats it, so it should be okay for us to eat some..."

"Thinking about it, alas, if it is really the last resort, this is the only way."

Someone curled up his mouth in the dark, his smile full of joy and malice.

This is just the beginning, and there seems to be room for choice.

When there is no choice, the hunger value changes from two digits to one digit, the footsteps of death are approaching, and the double pain of physical and mental death, the final result will definitely be more interesting.

He was very willing to waste this time admiring the expressions of human beings struggling in the quagmire of pain.

in particular......

His eyes swept over the white-haired young man standing nearby, as if staring at an interesting toy.

Zongjiu frowned.

For no reason, he felt a very uncomfortable sight.

Well, very familiar.

He glanced at the chaos in the temple, thought about it in his mind, and finally took a step forward when those people who were fighting for the chaff were about to fight.

"Why are you taking action now? It's important to be kind, so don't hurt your own people."

As soon as Zong Jiu spoke, everyone else looked over.

[23333They still don’t know that magicians can conjure food]

[It’s so funny that when everyone in this temple knows about it, won’t everyone have to kneel down and hold his thigh and call him daddy]

[That is, I will call anyone daddy who can make me full! Dad, I am a rice dryer, please have another bowl]

The old men sneered, "You care about us? Do you want a piece of the pie too?"

Another B-level was even more unkind, "I advise you not to meddle in other people's business. Don't think that you can do whatever you want just because you are appreciated by that adult."

The white-haired young man sighed and spread his hands, "Oh, I'm obviously here to do business with you."

As he said this, he turned his palm back and forth, and a huge red apple appeared in his palm.

Facing everyone's staring eyes, Zong Jiu touched his chin, "One apple costs one thousand survival points. Is this a fair price?"

other people:"......"

Why don't you go and grab it!