Thriller Trainee

No matter whether the people in the temple chopped it with knives or swords, the coffin showed no sign of being opened.

Cao Hongtao and the others were still thinking about taking the magician's life, but the newcomers were worried from the bottom of their hearts. Anthony said nothing and tried to violently dismantle it, but unfortunately even the sharp nails of the half-vampire could not pierce the thick coffin lid.

Xu Su was extremely anxious, "What's going on? Poor Ninth Brother won't be caught by the corpse-turned old woman and become her coffin lady?!"

Zhuge An: "..."

There is no need for such imagination.

Just when everyone was in a stalemate, the vermilion coffin, which remained unmoving despite the wind and rain, finally showed some signs of movement. It looks like something is about to burst out of the coffin, with the eerie background of the temple creating a very scary effect.

Xu Su swallowed, "No, it can't be true."

As a result, just as he finished speaking, white smoke suddenly appeared in the center of the temple.

The vermilion paint on the coffin surface was melted by the baking process, turning into scarlet blood tears, which trickled down from the top of the coffin one after another, and fell to the ground in a sticky consistency, which was shocking.

A flickering dark fire suddenly ignited from the top of the coffin.

Almost in a moment, the flames merged with the fire that sprang up around the coffin, burning fiercely, and the tail of the flames reached to the point where it was taller than a person.

[Holy shit, why did it suddenly catch on fire? 】

[I'm stupid. I found that I was stupid a lot in this live broadcast room in Famine Mountain Village. It was obvious that I hated iron but not steel the whole time in the live broadcast room of the Fifth Hospital next door.]

[+1, the development of this copy is magical. Even after the mole was uncovered, he still couldn't be solved. There were so many S-class and A-class people present but they couldn't do anything to even one C-class one. It's very magical]

【really. But I quite like the magician. After all, he is popular. If the magician is fine, I will be happy. 23333]

【? ? ? What's going on, putting out fires, putting out fires, what are you doing standing still! 】

Looking at the sudden sea of ​​​​fire, everyone was dumbfounded.

Only Zhuge An looked sharply and quickly took out the Tai Chi Bagua plate.

A clear spring emerged out of thin air, turning into a curtain of water and pouring down towards the coffin in the center.

“Zizzizi——” The sizzling sound of fire and cold water colliding sounded in the air.

The rapid water gradually covered up the fire, leaving behind a wet white smoke.

After the fire was finally put out, everyone took a closer look.

The coffin had completely turned into a charred black appearance, and the wooden boards on the side fell down with a crash.

The black residue soaked in water shattered on the ground, revealing the true appearance behind it.

——In that huge coffin rack, it turned out to be completely empty, with nothing there.

Even Xu Sen was dumbfounded now, "What's going on? Where are the people?"

[No way, the magician is dead? 】

[Ah...it must be more serious than anything else. This person has disappeared. He may have turned into powder directly, but not necessarily. Who still remembers that A-level copy with bone powder, trembling]

[Damn, you reminded me upstairs, that copy is really one of the nightmares of my life...]

【No! ! I like magicians. Brother Magician, don’t worry! ! ! 】

[That’s not the case, he is the winner in Las Vegas, how could he die without even struggling]

In fact, the well-informed old people in the temple also harbored the same suspicion.

"Oh, these people are gone, probably not."

"It's rare and a pity to have a newcomer with such potential. It's a pity."

"It's not our fault. We have ruined ourselves. We were so proud before."

They pretended to say it, but in fact they couldn't hide their gloating.

Previously, the old people were treated as fat sheep by the magician and were brutally slaughtered. After discovering that Zong Jiu was the traitor, they were so angry that their faces turned red and their noses were crooked. They felt that they had lost their face, so Cao Hongtao could respond to everything at once.

Later, under Anthony's warning, these old people just watched on the sidelines and stopped angrily.

Although the magician has made a big splash in Las Vegas, there is still a huge gap compared to the S-class. How did he become a guest of the Night Clan? Could it be that the leader of the Night Clan, No. 2 Van Zhuo, wanted to recruit him, but couldn't he win his first love?

As soon as this idea came out, a large number of people were upset.

A C-level trainee not only got the favor of that adult in Las Vegas, but also hooked up with a night clan boss. How could this not make other trainees jealous?

Only old survivors know how difficult it is for those at the top of the infinite cycle pyramid, let alone the No. 1 who has been put on the altar by everyone and has never left the mortal world. Even No. 2 Fanzhuo's first love was a treatment that no one could even imagine.

Because of this, seeing the magician being unlucky now makes these old people more happy than the other.

Only Zhuge An stared at the burnt coffin with an unclear expression. He glanced at Azan in black who was walking out of the temple with his peripheral vision, and said, "Let's go."

The newlyweds were all immersed in the sadness that Brother Zong Jiu might encounter something unexpected, and they didn't react for a while.

Previously, in their new team, Zong Jiu was the uncompromising leader who won the hearts of the people, but Zhuge An, an S-level leader, was blatantly swaying. Although the people in the team are a little afraid of this No. 3 boss, after all, they are all newcomers. They don't know the great achievements Zhuge An has committed in the infinite loop, so they still respect him more than they fear him.

Hearing what he said, Xu Su was stunned for a moment, "Where are you going? Shouldn't we just ignore Brother Ninth?"

The black-haired man glanced at him lightly and said, "Take that child with you."

Then he walked out of the temple without any explanation, leaving the newlyweds hesitant to speak and looking at each other.

Zhuge An always didn't like redundant explanations, especially when it was so straightforward that it was a waste of time.

Although the prophecy does clearly indicate that there will be a catastrophe, it will definitely not be at this time. The time has not yet come.

Zhuge An slightly pulled down the bamboo hat on his head.

Before the final determination of his identity, whether Zong Jiu is dead or alive has little to do with him. Death only means that he is not the person predicted. You have to survive at least until the third round of selection before you can have the possibility of verification.

The mission of this dungeon has also come to an end. It doesn’t make any difference if we leave early or late, we just need to finish it off.

He had to speed up too.

...

[A-level copy: Famine Mountain Village. The main mission of the ordinary card has been completed]

[Please wait a moment, the clearance rewards are being settled...the copy is being closed...it will be transferred immediately in thirty seconds, transfer location: studio hall]

The scenery of the surrounding deserted villages suddenly became still and solidified, and then turned into large tangled blocks of color.

Everyone standing in the open space breathed a sigh of relief.

Their subsequent finishing work did not encounter much obstruction.

A golden light fell from the old woman, which not only dispersed the environment, but also took away all the Bodhisattva soil in the deserted village.

The other villagers in the deserted village had been eating Yin soil for several years, and their hearts turned into ghosts, and they fled in all directions under the shroud of Buddha's light. Some villagers, like Wang Shou, thought that Granny Wang had turned into an evil ghost and came to take their lives, so they simply plunged into the deep mountains and forests to drink blood like hair. Some villagers still foolishly held the dream of immortality and took the initiative to approach the original location of the Bodhisattva Land. However, they were burned to death by the Buddha's light remaining on the spot, and their souls were destroyed forever.

The trainees took the little boy with them and entrusted the trafficker who had made an appointment with Wang Shou to come the next morning to find a good home for him.

Although human traffickers do despicable things these days, boys are still treasures in this era. Even if they are sold to other families, they can still get better treatment than daughters. Only by leaving here can we have a way to survive.

The villagers of Tongbai Village have turned into ghosts, but they still wear human skins, and their bodies will die with them after death. If the underworld is not accepted, you cannot go to the eighteen levels of hell, let alone be able to wash away your sins and be reincarnated. You can only be a lonely ghost, dissipating between heaven and earth in pain, which is considered a worthy death.

After doing all this, the couple felt a little sad.

Even an old man like Xu Sen, who was used to seeing his companions die and die, was a little silent, let alone a newcomer like Xu Su. So when we moved to the studio, the atmosphere was particularly dull.

The space began to fragment and reorganize, and the dull color blocks of the deserted village gradually faded away.

The dome of the studio hall appeared in everyone's eyes again.

The red gold chandeliers rotate and flow on the high dome, and the dark red carpet has golden patterns spreading, giving the entire space a layer of warmth.

The angel statues around the hall transformed and became the twelve main gods of Olympus. Apollo stepped on the sun's crown, Artemis held a bow and arrow, Athena held her shield high, Aphrodite was intoxicated, and Zeus commanded the wind and rain.

The hall was crowded with people, and as far as the eye could see, they were all full of heads.

Visible to the naked eye, the number of people has once again experienced a sharp decline. The lower the level of the ladder, the worse the number of people is, but it is much better than the last time when the number of people was almost cut in half, at least it is not particularly tragic.

Everyone still looked bad.

There are still situations in the e-level ladder where people are so nervous that they break down and cry, but at least all the trainees are familiar with this process, at least they have a clear understanding of it.

Now while we are still waiting for time, a light will flash on the stairs from time to time, indicating that another trainee has been sent out of the copy to prepare for the level rating.

Xu Su and others stood dejectedly until the cold voice of the main system sounded in the hall.

[All trainees have gathered and are about to begin the second round of post-competition and third level rating]

[After each round of sub-quarters, the lowest current level will be eliminated. According to the rules of the competition, trainees who obtain E-level after this round of level re-evaluation will automatically be put into the punishment copy]

The most nervous ones are naturally the trainees standing on the e-level ladder.

If they fail to turn around in the next third round of level evaluation, they will be sent to a punishment dungeon.

As we all know, after the second round of grade evaluation, not one of the tens of thousands of F-level trainees who were eliminated came back alive from the punishment copy. This survival rate is enough to make people bold. It can be said that the punishment copy is equivalent to a reprieve from death. You will still die after all. It is just the difference between living more and living less.

[The panoramic camera is turning on...successfully turned on]

The live broadcast room representing the rating was opened, and the audience from outside poured in like a tide.

[Wuhu, the third selection is here! Exciting moments]

[My favorite thing in the entire trainee competition is the level evaluation part 233333]

[Who isn’t? jpg, this link makes people feel most involved]

[This round of dungeons feels a little simpler than the first round of individual shows. However, there were a few live broadcast rooms where the group was wiped out. I feel like not many trainees won or died. Those who lost were group wiped out. It was like a thought in heaven. , a thought of hell]

The barrages were chattering, and the optical drive was sliding across 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 in and out to observe each trainee.

Of course, only for low-level trainees. Advanced trainees can use permissions to freely turn off the option to zoom in on the camera.

[Go, go, go, alas, it’s a pity that my favorite magician is gone, crying.jpg]

Immediately, this barrage was pushed to a high level, and the onlookers were shocked.

【What? The magician is gone? ? 】

【Are you kidding me? ? I downloaded a horror dungeon halfway through, but I haven’t chased it for two days. You’re going to tell me that my favorite magician is gone? ah? ? 】

[It’s unlikely. Yesterday, there was a big boss posting on the forum to criticize him. How could it be gone?]

[Pfft, it’s gone. He’s already unhappy.]

[What kind of magical species is upstairs? If you don’t want to see it, get out of here. How noble would it look if you left it alone? 】

[Fans are too fierce...are they protected by leg hair? People joke that you are so loyal to protect the Lord, it makes people laugh.]

...

[Can you please stop arguing? Is there something wrong with the person making the noise? There is time to argue here, don’t you have time to see with your own eyes? It’s not good for a magician to stand on his C-level stairs]

[That is, I am confused by this operation for you. The real owner is standing there, not knowing what they are arguing about, and is speechless]

The spectators who were still engaged in a 300-round scolding battle were all dumbfounded and turned their cameras one by one to look.

Sure enough, among the dense crowd on the C-level stairs, a particularly eye-catching white-haired young man stood there. Except for a slightly tired look and some wrinkles in his clothes, he was actually intact.