Thriller Trainee

The coffin closed again with a bang.

Everyone in the temple looked at each other, not understanding what happened.

Xu Su and Xu Sen, who were standing by, were stunned and quickly went up to try to pry it open. Many newcomers also came around to help.

Unfortunately, despite the combined efforts of more than a dozen people, the coffin lid still seemed to be nailed to the coffin, and it was impossible to pry it open at all.

After a long time, someone tremblingly asked: "Then...isn't that Yin Po dead?"

Yes, everyone saw it. Not only did they see it but they also touched it. There was absolutely no life left at all, and the corpse was beyond recognition. It was so dead that it could no longer be dead.

But everyone just saw clearly that the white-haired young man was pulled in by a strong force.

Is it possible that this is a fake corpse, as Azan in black said? !

The barrage also started to flood the screen like crazy.

[Holy shit, oh shit, has this Yinpo corpse changed? Hey, it’s so scary]

【ah? ? Did the magician fail in his mission? No! 】

[This has all been involved. Judging from the calmness on the surface of the coffin, it must be a sign of danger, light the wax.jpg]

[I don’t know, the main system doesn’t give any prompts. Generally, there are prompts when the main tasks are completed or failed. You have to give an accurate message whether you are dead or alive, I’m dizzy]

[What the hell is going on? Touch my confused little head.jpg]

After realizing that the coffin had been opened from the inside and was entangled in the cold and extremely tough puppet silk, Zong Jiu secretly said something bad.

But what he didn't expect was that he would be dragged into it so directly.

The force was so strong that he could not resist, and it was between lightning and flint. By the time he reacted, the scarlet coffin lid had crashed down like a jack.

Zongjiu: "..."

The inside of the coffin was dark and cramped.

He was an adult man, over 1.8 meters tall. After being dragged in, he found it difficult to use his hands and feet.

However, these puppet threads seemed to be fixed. Different from the easily broken threads tied to Anthony's head, none of them were difficult to shake, and directly trapped his hands on his back.

In such a short period of less than a second, the white-haired young man became a piece of fish on the chopping board. He was pushed forward by the strong force and hit hard on his cold chest.

Now that things have happened, Zong Jiu is also angry and laughing.

Now that he is lying in the coffin, he is finally in direct contact with the corpse of Yin Po, right? But the main system was as quiet as a chicken, not saying a word, not even trying to tell him that he had completed the main mission.

This can only mean one thing, that is, Yin Po's body was stolen by someone, or placed somewhere else. In short, it was not in the coffin.

He was also careless. Since the devil has controlled Azan in black, even if it is only a shallow control, it will not be without aim. Unexpectedly, putting Yin Po's body in the coffin was not to increase his difficulty, but to catch a turtle in an urn.

Zong Jiu thought he had cheated No. 1, but he didn't expect that the other party had such a back-up plan. What is this called? I often walk by the river. How can I not get my shoes wet?

Zong Jiu said nothing, but the demon looked at his changed expression with interest.

The space inside the coffin is only so large. Even if this coffin is much larger than an ordinary coffin, it is not enough for two people to lie in it. So inevitably, their two bodies overlap.

One is warm, the other is cold. Like intense heat and severe cold, they do not intersect with each other. If someone saw it, they might think it was a couple buried together.

"What? You dared to attack my puppet, but you didn't expect the consequences?"

The man chuckled.

One of his hands lazily played with the white hair hanging down to his chest, and one hand slid to the young man's beautifully shaped jaw.

Zongjiu snorted coldly, "I didn't expect that Your Excellency No. 1 would use his authority to deal with me, a little C-level person, even though he was so generous and condescending."

Do you want to say that Zongjiu didn't expect it?

In fact, it was expected.

His ability was just right against the devil, and he made trouble on No. 1 again and again. Zong Jiu has killed his puppet twice. This is not a child's play, how could he be so naive as to think that the other party has no murderous intention.

But what Zong Jiuzhen didn't expect was that the demon would not hesitate to use his authority to pursue a thousand-mile chase.

To a demon, the status of a mentor is neither high nor low. Zongjiu guessed that his identity had full limitations, otherwise he would not have been threatened to give up in Las Vegas.

So he really didn't expect that No. 1 would dare to openly defy the rules of the main system and appear in this copy in his true form.

The master's puppet thread is much more difficult to control than the puppet thread that controls the puppet.

Zong Jiu secretly tried hard behind his back for a long time, but he couldn't loosen his hands even a little, let alone free himself. He could only use his elbows to push against the coffin surface.

The devil raised his eyebrows and did not point out his useless little move. Instead, he lowered his voice and said, "Because you are so... so interesting."

It's so interesting that I can't help but want to destroy it with my own hands.

The white gloves slid along the jawline to the slender swan neck.

The fabric rubbed the pale skin with a cold touch, causing waves of dangerous shivers.

There is no doubt that the neck is an undeniably dangerous area for humans.

The devil was very satisfied to see the light pink pupils shrinking subconsciously, and the collarbone also sunken with the tension in the chest, glowing with a lovely light color.

Like a cat that explodes when in danger.

he thought idly.

But the cat in front of him was much more dangerous.

His narrow dark golden eyes narrowed, and the man suddenly bent his knees, as if inadvertently, and pressed them against the young man's chest, forcing the latter to raise his head slightly.

Their hair is closely intertwined, black and white intertwined.

The force exerted forced Zongjiu to raise his head in this posture.

He felt that the back of his head had touched the coffin lid, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not lift the coffin lid even half an inch.

The man caressed the back of the young man's neck intimately through his gloves and murmured in a low voice.

"What should I do? I suddenly feel reluctant to kill you."

Compared with the ambiguous words, it was the cold fingers that suddenly tightened.

The cold and murderous intention spread quietly in the narrow and dark space, making people unable to help but tense their muscles.

Eyes full of malice like venomous snakes lingered on the young man's flawless face, as if expecting him to show a more pleasing expression when he was under high pressure and when death was approaching.

Zong Jiu suddenly sneered.

The hand on his neck was obviously tightening, but he lazily raised his eyes as if nothing was wrong.

"Kill if you want, don't talk nonsense."

Although he was clearly at a disadvantage, he showed no fear at all and instead continued to seek death and provocation.

This courage alone is enough to attract people's attention.

It was only then that No. 1 took a good look at the appearance of this prophesied old enemy.

The astonishing beauty described in the original article is absolutely true, otherwise it would not be called a vase.

But the most eye-catching thing was his sparkling eyes.

In this boundless darkness, where even the hands and feet cannot stretch out, these eyes are so bright, as bright as if they come from a distant galaxy, like a particle born from a star, produced by the collision of positive and negative electrons. Photons.

It could obviously choose to go anywhere in the depths of the universe, but it chose to come here. It chose a pair of existences born from twisted malice, dragging its brilliant and fleeting tail feathers, and crashed into the dark golden color in a meaningless manner. Everything is burning in his eyes.

The cold fingers relaxed slightly.

Bruises mixed with blue and red bloomed on the delicate skin, like a mottled blooming flower, with a sadistic beauty.

The devil was slightly surprised, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Yeah, I'm not afraid."

Because his neck was strangled, Zong Jiu could only speak intermittently.

But not only did he not stop talking, he was still provoking tirelessly.

"Not only am I not afraid... I also want to tell you a secret."

The itchy feeling like being scratched by a cat came again.

No.1 Stretch your limbs and show an interested expression.

He slowly straightened his slightly scattered cuffs and said, "Tell me and listen."

The puppet silk lifted the young man's hands up from his back, and wrung his hands to fix them above his head, making it easier for their owner to appreciate the expression of the prey on the verge of death.

Feeling this intensity, Zongjiu cursed inwardly.

If this was really brought up, wouldn't it be possible to see all the little movements he made with his hands behind his back!

Fortunately, Zongjiu's response was quick enough.

In order to cover up what he was doing, he could only lean down as if to cover up, and was forced to get close to the devil's body.

The coffin is only so big in total, and it has to hold two people, so it is already overwhelmed.

The sounds outside seemed to be cut off, and the silence here was like an eternally silent tomb deep underground. He couldn't hear the conversations of other trainees, and even his struggling movements couldn't shake him one bit.

The young man's face kept getting closer and bigger, and the long hair on both sides of his face hung down.

Due to the lack of oxygen, the ends of his narrow eyes were filled with red. In an environment that was so dim that there was no light, his face became even more beautiful, and he was so monstrous that he looked like a ghost that sucked in human essence and fed on human energy.

They were very close. So close that their breaths are almost intertwined.

The warm breath and the cold breath collided together, and the flames were not to be outdone when encountering the cold winter.

Just when 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 revealed extreme arrogance and determination to win.

"Villains...die from talking too much."

The next second, a bright fire suddenly burst out in the darkness.

It was not the light contained in the young man's eyes, but the real fire.

The coffin made of nanmu is strong and heavy, but it is easily ignited.

The tip of the torch that suddenly appeared in Zong Jiu's hand licked the top of the silent coffin. In an instant, the oil-stained torch lit the wooden coffin.

The extremely high temperature and fierce fire ignited the narrow space, creating a raging sea of ​​​​fire.

Sparks and wood strips dyed with flames fell, setting the corners of his clothes on fire.

The white-haired young man smiled happily and wildly, with the corners of his lips raised crazily.

He lowered his voice like the devil's favorite tone, which was ambiguous and contained cold murderous intent.

"How about it? I'm afraid the Demon Lord who is actually going into battle has not tasted the taste of death, right?"

They looked at each other in the sea of ​​​​fire, surrounded by the overwhelming sound of wooden boards being burned out, creaking and joining together, as if the end was coming.

"I really haven't felt it."

The dark golden pupils changed from the previous laziness, and the dark fire burning in the bottom of his heart blended with the fierce fire, opening the shackles of the most twisted and dark evil beast in the world, and releasing it from its cage.

The person who did all this is smiling.

If anyone saw this scene, they would probably scream in fright.

Because he saw that when death was approaching, the two madmen not only did not move, but relaxed their bodies, showing the same smile to each other.

Against the terrifying background of flames, the devil slowly took off his white gloves.

The fingertips that were as cold as a cold cellar were also heated by the boiling blood, making them extremely hot.

The devil laughed and released his grip on the young man's neck, and instead pressed him hard against his chest, blocking all ways for the other person to escape.

His laughter was hoarse, but it was subtly different from Las Vegas' reaction to being pleased at that time.

"—What a shame. I changed my mind."

Everything around them turned into flames and ashes.

Embracing each other, and embracing each other with the strongest murderous intent, they fell into the fiery hell together.