Thriller Trainee

Oh humiliation.

Zong Jiu squinted his eyes.

He threw the apple to Anthony casually, "Stop playing."

The latter was looking at him with a bad look. When the Apple flew over, he thought it was a sneak attack, and subconsciously raised his hand to block it. Unexpectedly, his nails would pierce directly into the flesh and make a "puff" 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 with a sad expression, "I'm tired and don't want to fight anymore."

Hearing that, Anthony's anger was directly raised by another level.

He stared at Zong Jiu's back with a pair of red eyes open, and he warned himself to be calm and not to forget his majesty's order.

What I have to say is...Although Lin Guoxing said to him when he was in the Tsuchiya, Anthony adhered to the hesitation attitude, but all the hesitation finally disappeared under that corner of the yellow talisman.

It turns out that the magician is really a ghost.

As long as there are more than five people accusing the same person of being an inner ghost, after confirmation by the main system, they can work with other trainees to kill the inner ghost. All trainees who participated in the action of killing inner ghosts can get rewards with varying survival points or improved evaluation coefficients.

In that case, even if Anthony violated His Majesty's order, he could be blamed on the fact that the dungeon camp was different, and he would be completely removed.

Anthony glanced at the apple in his hand, then at the back of the young man, his eyes flashed with deep thought.

On the other end, Zong Jiu found a wall at random and leaned against it, and began to think.

He felt that things must not be so simple.

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

In this case, what is his purpose, this question becomes especially intriguing.

After lunch, everyone became a little drowsy.

The villagers outside are still yelling, but they don't hear clearly through the door panel.

"Any clue?" Zhuge sat on the ground in secret.

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

This copy is difficult to say, now the trainee and the newcomer are also dead, Yi Ruisi.

It's not difficult to say, a slight wrong step is the ending of the ruling, there is no room for comeback.

In the last reincarnation, they failed to get the answer from the female population, let alone participated in the yin woman's walk.

No one can tell what will happen tonight, maybe there are other clues.

Zhuge secretly didn't ask how he discovered it.

Just as he was about to speak, suddenly there was another noise in the dark corridor below the mud bodhisattva.

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

Everyone is familiar with this child, and it is the one behind Wang Shou.

"We wanted to go to the mourning hall for some dangerous challenges, but we saw this kid sneaking over from the wall, so we caught it."

[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 over there, the terrain is more dangerous, but if you say this, it feels that children may come over, and adults should be a little more relaxed.]

[Hurry up and seal the mourning hall, otherwise the villagers will get cold if they want to climb in]

There are too many mysteries in this copy, and it only lasts for just three days, and there are only a few moments of horror.

After restarting the copy, each trainee will uniformly reduce a scoring factor. Old people are not like newcomers who just want to survive. They have ambitions and ambitions. Since the score has been lowered, they must have to make up for the missing score coefficient from elsewhere.

At this time, the challenge of danger becomes the only option.

Anyway, this village is very wicked, and the mourning hall is a well-known place where Yin Qi gathers. The newcomers know their depths, and they are walking on thin ice. Yinma asked them to beat them, and they were busy working in the temple one by one.

On the contrary, a few old people have nothing to do and hold their own identities. After discussing it, they decided to try their luck together. Unexpectedly, the ghost didn't touch it, but the child caught one.

"Why would the wall of the mourning hall make a child turn over?" Zong Jiu frowned.

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

Seeing that it was him who asked, the old people hurriedly said: "We are also asking him this question, but he doesn't speak alive, like a dumb man."

Everyone knows that a serving of fruit is just the amount of a meal. They didn't have the meal but didn't eat it. Facing this man who held their stomachs tightly, they could not guilty if they could not sin, but if they could please, they would please.

Just at this time, Yin Po, who was reciting the scriptures silently, also slowly said, "There is a door that can be closed under the tunnel, and the villager can't pass through it only by closing it."

"Row."

Zong Jiu nodded, "Are there still people behind you? If someone asks them, hurry up and call them back."

Everyone was worried about this problem, and they said in unison.

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

"give it to me."

Zong Jiuchao nodded at him.

At this moment, Ajahn in black, who had been standing by and closing his eyes, also spoke, "I will go with you."

Because of the unhealed injury, Azan in black has not said much, but has seized the time to heal his mind.

But if villagers really slipped in, it would be difficult to stop them with just such a few old people.

A high-ranking S-class took the initiative to ask, and the other elderly people were naturally flattered and thanked them again and again.

After Zong Jiu watched them return to the corridor, Zong Jiu set his sights on the children.

The child with the back collar almost just landed, 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 immediately became a little confused.

Then he was in a mess, and he didn't forget to feel for a handful of strange threads on the child's head.

Well, no.

Yes, he is a good boy.

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

He squatted down/over, "Little brother, elder brother asks you a question, okay?"

Some things that adults don't necessarily know, maybe you can get more clues from children.

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

The sugar Zong Jiu took out was just a piece of the most common brown sugar. The things he can take out of the box must fit the background of this copy age, so he can't change any delicious candy. Obviously, however, such sweet candies were a luxury item that could not be sought in the era of famine, and people in the city could not eat it, let alone ordinary people in the deserted village.

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

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

There is a play!

Zong Jiu and Zhuge exchanged glances secretly, and continued to persuade them: "Why did the old grandma disappear afterwards?"

When asked this question, the child showed a look of hard thinking.

"Dad said that grandma ate immortal grass and went to a place we couldn't find."

After speaking, the little child realized that the elder brother in front of him should not know what immortal grass was, so he quickly explained.

"The immortal grass is the immortal grass that can live forever without being hungry after eating it. As long as we eat the immortal grass, we don't need to eat anymore, as long as we eat a little bodhisattva soil, we can be full every day without being hungry!"

There was too much information in these two passages, and for a time the scattered clues in Zong Jiu's mind fell into a bifurcation.

One went to the beautiful story made up by the villagers in order to deceive the children; the other went to the most contemplative ending.

No matter how you ask next, you can't ask too many clues.

Zong Jiu 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 glanced at Tang, then at him, nodded obediently, ran away, and went to squat under the mud bodhisattva to watch the fire candle.

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

Zhuge raised his eyebrows secretly, "How?"

His tone was light, and he was already insightful to the state of affairs.

"Be more rigorous, let's talk about it when the yin mother is in the yin."

Zong Jiu looked at the child's innocent and innocent profile, and slowly laughed, "But now I can completely determine what the main task of the ordinary card is."

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

But in fact, not all people in this village are people. Too many people have turned into evil spirits 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, to protect the normal people from degenerating into evil spirits.

It wasn't just Zong Jiu who realized that after the clues were exchanged, Azan in black should have also touched the answer, otherwise he would not take the initiative to ask the old man to look behind him.

If you continue to push along this clue, then the perfect corpse Neguika needs is likely to be——

At the moment Zong Jiu was thinking, the flames of the white candle in the main hall suddenly swept to the side.

The yin wind started to blow, causing the veils hanging from the heights in the whole hall to dangle in the air, which was quite a visual impact.

Someone realized it was wrong, "Wait, what about the people who just went to the hallway to shout?"

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

Zong Jiu's expression changed first, playing cards appeared in his hand, staring closely at the passage of the tunnel.

When it was said that it was too late, then, a mutilated black shadow was thrown out from there, and it fell directly to the ground.

Behind is the ugly face of Azan in black.

He put one hand tightly on the arm of a blood-stained old man, and he roared while manipulating the hoisting flag with the other.

"close the door!"

The trainees who were shocked by the scene outside reacted, rushing up in a swarm, closing the wooden doors on both sides of the corridor.

When the lock was locked, the outside was hitting the blunt meat with a hoe, and the sound of blood was splashing again and again. Someone screamed sternly in the tunnel, the high pitch changed, and gradually fell into silence.

"There are people behind, behind?"

The rookie looks horrified.

Azan in black put the man down, bowed his head and vomited a mouthful of blood, "One of them was hoeed to the heel inadvertently and couldn't keep up."

After the **** went to the heel, naturally I couldn't walk.

Behind the scenes, the end can be imagined.

Everyone was silent.

Just now, they walked along the corridor to the mourning hall. Halfway through, Azan in black was the first to find out what was wrong.

Because it's so quiet.

The whole tunnel was so quiet that no sound could be heard.

The person in front turned on the flashlight tremblingly, only to see the pale and distorted faces in the dark with pitch-black eyes.

There were six or seven old people who went together, but only three came back in the end. One of the old men chopped off half of his arm with a hoe, enduring the severe pain, and finally stumbled and discarded the props and pushed himself out of the tunnel.

There is also this old man with Azan in black with his arms, and his life and death are also unknown.

As no.4, the strength of Azan in black is naturally immeasurable. At that time, he led the way and walked in front of the tunnel, and finally resisted most of the attacks. Now he can protect so many people and retreat in front of so many ghosts, which is really not easy.

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

He turned his gaze to the old man on the ground who was almost covered in blood and wounds.

There was no one else lying there, but Lin Guoxing.