Thriller Trainee

Oh haha.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

He threw the apple to Anthony casually, "No more."

The latter was looking at him with an evil look on his face. When the apple flew towards him, he thought it was some kind of hidden weapon and subconsciously raised his hand to block it. Unexpectedly, his nails dug directly into the flesh of the fruit, making a "pop" 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 sadly, "I'm tired and don't want to fight."

Hearing this, Anthony's anger directly escalated to another level.

He looked at Zong Jiu's back with a pair of red eyes, and warned himself to stay calm and not forget His Majesty's order.

What I have to say is... Although Anthony was hesitant about what Lin Guoxing said to him when he was in the Tsuchiya, all the hesitation finally disappeared under the yellow talisman paper in that corner.

The magician is really a mole.

As long as more than five people accuse the same person of being a mole, after confirmation by the main system, they can join forces with other trainees to kill the mole. All trainees who participate in the action of killing the mole can receive rewards ranging from survival points to increased evaluation coefficients.

In this case, even if Anthony disobeys His Majesty's order, he can be blamed on the different camps of the copy and completely remove himself.

Anthony glanced at the apple in his hand, and then at the young man's back, with a flash of deep thought in his eyes.

On the other side, Zong Jiu randomly found a wall to lean against and began to think.

He felt that things must not be that simple.

Since the devil is the mentor, he already enjoys almost supreme power in this game.

In this case, the question of what his purpose is becomes particularly intriguing.

After lunch, everyone felt sleepy.

The villagers outside were still shouting, but they couldn't hear clearly through the door.

"Any clues?" Zhuge sat quietly on the ground.

Zong Jiuzhen said simply, "Well, pay attention to Lin Guoxing."

This dungeon is difficult to say the least. Only one of the trainees and newcomers, Yi Ruisi, has died.

It’s not difficult to say the least. One wrong step will result in the team being wiped out, leaving no room for a comeback.

In the last reincarnation, they couldn't get the answer from the woman, let alone participate in the Yin woman's wandering.

No one can tell exactly what will happen tonight, and there may be other clues.

Zhuge An didn't ask him how he found out.

Just when he was about to speak, there was suddenly another noise in the dark corridor below the Clay Bodhisattva.

Several old people filed out, carrying a child in their hands.

This kid was familiar to everyone, he was the one following Wang Shou.

"We wanted to do some dangerous challenges at the mourning hall, but we saw this kid sneaking over the wall, so we caught him."

[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 and the terrain is relatively dangerous. However, I think it is possible for children to come here, but adults should probably take it easy]

[Hurry up and seal the mourning hall, otherwise the villagers will have to cool down if they crawl in]

There are too many mysteries in this dungeon, there are only three days, and there are only a few terrifying moments.

After restarting the dungeon, each trainee's rating coefficient will be reduced uniformly. The old people are not like the new people who just want to survive. They are ambitious and enterprising. Since the rating has dropped, they must make up for the missing rating coefficient from elsewhere.

At this time, dangerous challenges become the only option.

Anyway, this village is very evil, and the mourning hall is a well-known place where Yin Qi gathers. Newcomers all know their own depths and are walking on thin ice. Yin Po asked them to start, and they all obediently worked around the temple.

On the contrary, a few old people were doing nothing and maintaining their identities. After some discussion, we decided to try our luck together. Unexpectedly, we didn't encounter the ghost, but the child caught one.

"How could a child climb over the wall of the mourning hall?" Zong Jiu frowned.

When he said this, he glanced at Lin Guoxing's position. After discovering that the other party had disappeared from the previous location, the altitude warning light immediately lit up in his heart.

Seeing that it was him asking, the old men quickly said: "We are also asking him this question, but he is silent and acts like a mute."

As we all know, a portion of fruit is just the amount of a meal. It's not like they had eaten their last meal without finishing their meal. Faced with this man who held their stomachs tightly, they would not offend him if they could, and please him if they could.

At this moment, Po Yin, who was reciting scriptures silently, also slowly spoke, "There is a door that can be closed under the corridor. As long as it is closed, the villagers will not be able to pass."

"OK."

Zong Jiu nodded, "Is there anyone else behind you? If there is anyone, call them back quickly."

Everyone was worried about this problem and said hello in unison.

The old man scratched his head and asked, "What about this kid?"

"give it to me."

Zong Jiu nodded towards him.

At this moment, Azan in black, who had been standing aside with his eyes closed, also spoke, "I'll go with you."

Because of his unhealed injury, Azan in black had not said much, but was seizing the time to heal his injuries and rest his mind.

But if there are villagers who really sneak in, it will be difficult to stop them with just a few old people.

A high-ranking S-level volunteer volunteered, and the other old men were naturally flattered and thanked him profusely.

Zongjiu watched the old men return to the corridor, and then he turned his attention to the children.

The child who was being carried by the collar almost landed on the ground 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 he was immediately a little confused.

Then in a hurry, he didn't forget to touch the child's head to see if there were any strange threads.

Well, no.

Yes, he is a good boy.

The white-haired young man touched the child's head, took out a piece of candy from the secret box and handed it over, smiling even brighter.

He squatted down and said, "Little brother, can I ask you a question?"

Children may be able to get more clues about some things that adults may not necessarily know.

The child was a little wary at first, but after eating Zong Jiu's candy, he was instantly conquered. He nodded and looked at him eagerly.

The sugar Zongjiu took out was just the most ordinary piece of brown sugar. Everything he could take out of the box had to fit the background of the copy's era, so he couldn't conjure up any delicious candies. But obviously, such sweet candy was a luxury item that could not be obtained in times of famine. Even city people could not afford it, let alone ordinary people in deserted villages.

"Brother wants to ask you, do you remember the old lady who lived in the house behind the old locust tree in the village three years ago?"

The child timidly said, "Remember. Grandma is very good to me and often gives me delicious food."

There's drama!

Zong Jiu and Zhuge secretly exchanged a look and continued to ask in a persuasive manner: "Then why did the old lady disappear later?"

When asked this question, the child looked like he was thinking hard.

"Dad said grandma ate the grass jelly and went to a place we can't find."

After finishing speaking, the child realized that the elder brother in front of him probably didn't know what jelly grass was, so he quickly explained.

"The fairy grass is the fairy grass that you won't be hungry after eating and can live forever. As long as we eat the fairy grass, we don't need to eat anymore. We only need to eat a little bit of Bodhisattva soil to be full every day and not hungry!"

There was so much information contained in these two paragraphs that the scattered clues in Zong Jiu's mind fell into a bifurcation for a while.

One leads to a beautiful story made up by the villagers in order to deceive the children; the other leads to the most thought-provoking ending.

No matter how much you ask next, you won't be able to get too many clues.

Zongjiu 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 looked at Tang, then at him, nodded obediently, ran away, and went to squat under the Clay Buddha to look at the candles.

The white-haired young man took a long breath and stood up from the ground.

Zhuge secretly raised his eyebrows, "How?"

His tone was calm, as if he already understood the situation.

"Be more careful and wait until the Yin Po is in the vagina before talking."

Zong Jiu looked at the innocent side face of the child and smiled slowly, "But now I can completely determine what the main tasks of the ordinary cards are."

The main mission of the ordinary card is to protect the villagers.

But in fact, not all people in this village are human. There are too many people who have turned into evil ghosts 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, protect normal people from degenerating into evil spirits.

Not only Zongjiu discovered that after the clue exchange, Azan in black should also have figured out the answer, otherwise he would not have offered to follow the old man to take a look behind the scenes.

If we continue to follow this clue, the perfect corpse that the ghost card needs is probably——

At the moment when Zong Jiu was thinking, the light of the white candles in the hall suddenly swept aside.

The gloomy wind gradually picked up, causing the gauze curtains hanging from high places in the hall to dangle in the air, which was quite a visual impact.

Someone realized something was wrong and said, "Wait a minute, where are those people who went to shout people in the corridor just now?"

The black corridor below the Clay Bodhisattva was still pitch black and dead silent, without even the slightest sound of footsteps.

Zong Jiu's expression changed first, playing cards appeared in his hand, and he stared closely at the entrance of the corridor.

Soon enough, a broken black shadow was thrown out from there and fell directly to the ground.

Behind him was Azan in black with an ugly expression.

He held one hand tightly on the arm of an old man covered in blood, manipulated the soul-calling flag with the other hand, and roared.

"close the door!"

The trainees who were shocked by this scene outside realized what they were doing and rushed forward in a swarm, closing the wooden doors on both sides of the corridor.

When the lock was locked, people outside used a hoe to hit the blunt meat, and the sound of blood splattering was heard one after another. Someone screamed in pain in the corridor, and the high pitch changed and gradually fell into silence.

"Is there anyone behind?"

The newcomers looked horrified.

Azan in black put the person down, lowered his head and vomited out a mouthful of blood, "One of them had his heel removed accidentally and couldn't follow him."

If the heel is removed by hoeing, it will naturally become impossible to walk.

If you fall behind, you can imagine the consequences.

Everyone was silent.

Just now, they were walking along the corridor to the mourning hall. Halfway through, Azan in black was the first to notice something was wrong.

Because it's too quiet.

The entire corridor was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

The person in front turned on the flashlight tremblingly, only to see pale and twisted faces with dark eyes in the darkness.

There were six or seven old people who went together, but only three came back in the end. One of the old men had half of his arm cut off by a villager with a hoe. He endured the severe pain and finally pushed himself out of the corridor, abandoning the props and stumbling.

There is also the old man in black Azan with his arms folded. His life and death are also unknown.

As No.4, Azan's strength in black is naturally immeasurable. He was walking at the front of the corridor and resisted most of the attacks in the end. It is not easy for him to be able to protect so many people and escape unharmed in front of so many supernatural beings.

However, Zong Jiu did not pay attention to this matter.

He moved his gaze to the man on the ground, whose entire body was covered in blood and wounds.

Lying there was none other than Lin Guoxing.