Thriller Trainee

As soon as the cold joke was finished, the ward suddenly fell into an even more silent silence.

Only then did Zong Jiu realize that his cold joke really seemed to push the air to a colder place again.

So he quickly made amends: "I didn't mean to inquire about the family tree. I just think that Prime Minister Zhuge is wise and powerful, and you can't give in too much. It's really... well... the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves ahead, and show the glory of the ancestors. He is a descendant of the Zhuge family."

【......】

【......】

A series of "..." appeared on the barrage, and the audience seemed to be confused by this meaningless sentence.

[No, can anyone tell me who that Zhuge Liang is? Is he famous? 】

【I want to ask this question, too......】

[But judging from the tone of this E-level, it doesn’t sound like it’s fake. Do you know that Zhuge Liang? 】

[I don’t know, I’ve never heard of it, but it’s so strange, why does it sound strangely familiar?]

As soon as this barrage came out, it immediately resonated with many people.

[Familiar +1]

[Familiar +10086, I even think this name is very clever? But I’m sure I’ve never heard of this name]

Everyone looked confused.

There were tens of thousands of comments in the two people's live broadcast room, but no one recognized the person named "Zhuge Liang" in Zong Jiu's mouth.

Not only the barrage, but also the black-haired man glanced at him sideways, with an inquiring look.

"Who is Zhuge Liang?"

This time it was Zongjiu's turn to be surprised.

"Isn't that right? You don't even know Zhuge Liang? His nickname is Kong Ming and his nickname is Wo Long. He was the prime minister of Shu during the Three Kingdoms period. You are such a famous figure. Didn't you learn about it during the nine-year compulsory education?"

Zhuge An frowned.

Zong Jiu suddenly realized that he was a book wearer.

But if you think about it carefully, it’s wrong. Even if he wears books, is it possible that these people in front of him are no longer people in the real world? Anyone in the real world would know Zhuge Liang, right?

The white-haired young man looked at Zhuge An with a strange look, "...could it be that you are not Chinese and just have a Chinese name? No, even though your IQ is like that of Conan Doyle. Sherlock Holmes's emotional intelligence is like Sheldon in The Big Bang Theory, and his speech is the essence of both. But even though the language in Infinite Loop is similar, your Chinese is quite fluent and your words are fluent. "

Although the black-haired man has a deep face, he can still tell that he is Asian. Coupled with Zhuge's surname, it is really difficult for people to guess in the direction of foreigners.

Chinese.

Zhuge An raised his eyes, and for the first time there was a change with obvious emotional clues on Gu Jing Wubo's face.

The next second, the man suddenly raised his hand.

His big, powerful hands were hanging upwards in the air, with his five fingers forming claws, as if he was trying to collect the invisible air into his palms.

Two Pisces patterns, one white and one black, rotated and appeared above the palm of his hand, forming a huge Tai Chi Liang Yi diagram.

Not only that, countless black stripes of different lengths also appeared out of thin air, combined into eight different hexagrams, floating around the Tai Chi Liang Yi, forming a trend of stars holding the moon, slowly rotating and moving.

Against the pale background of the ward, this scene seems particularly full of fantasy and impact.

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded.

[Damn, why is there no one on the screen?]

[Why did two people suddenly disappear in the ward? I’m so confused.jpg]

[It should be Mr. Zhuge’s S-level prop. I’m curious as to what kind of conversation it is. So cautious]

【ah! It’s that legendary S-level prop! I still haven't figured out its purpose. It is said to be quite versatile? 】

[Yes, this prop was obtained from the S-level dungeon "The Romance of the Gods". At that time, it seemed that only Mr. Zhuge came back alive from that dungeon]

...

Zongjiu's pupils shrank.

There is no doubt that this Tai Chi Bagua Disk should be Zhuge An's trump card, and it is also the thing that other old people are most afraid of besides his palace and strategy.

To be able to reach such a high position as No. 3 is 100% an S-level item.

Could it be that he said something he shouldn't have said, causing people to temporarily rebel and plan to take action directly?

How else to explain that while they were chatting, the boss suddenly took out his trump card item from the bottom of the box and activated it?

Zong Jiubai was puzzled.

However, unexpectedly, only a shallow halo appeared in the Tai Chi Bagua diagram.

This light halo enveloped the two people wearing hospital gowns firmly inside. In just one moment, Zong Jiu had the illusion of being isolated from the world.

Just like the ward around me, although it is still the same ward, it looks different.

Zong Jiu asked cautiously: "Is this some kind of means of isolating space?"

Zhuge An glanced at him with some admiration and muttered: "The heaven and earth are positioned, the mountains and rivers are ventilated, the thunder and wind are thin, and the water and fire are not in contact with each other. The eight trigrams are wrong, and those who count are going smoothly, and those who know what is coming are reversed, so it is easy to count backwards. Yes. However, if the hexagram disturbs the destiny, it is naturally not within the five elements."

Zongjiu: "Can you speak Mandarin?"

The black-haired man retracted his look and said coldly, "You just need to know that you can't see the live broadcast of the barrage now."

"Now, please tell me carefully,"

Zhuge An pursed his thin lips slightly, and his expression did not seem to be fake, "What are the 'Zhuge Liang' and 'China' you just mentioned...what are they?"

Zongjiu: "...?"

He slowly typed a question mark.

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In the stairwell on the other side, with Qin Ye's help, He Jianlan's rope slowly pulled to the end.

[I'm so nervous. Who do you think is being dragged into this thing? Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)

[In case there is high energy ahead, I can only ask you seniors to help me block it. I will jump to the five-minute video first.]

[I’m so worried when they can’t find new clues. This dungeon shows how difficult it is and it’s so difficult. It won’t end in a team-destroying outcome in the first round of selection (except for the two S-class bosses)]

[Hurry up +1, I'm afraid they won't be able to find the key clues, and then the dungeon will start the cleanup mode on the last day as usual, so unless you have S-level props, you won't be able to play it]

Everyone stood aside, their bodies tense.

The high priest's rod in the Messiah's hand also shimmered in the cold air, always alert to the existence of the end of the rope.

Almost as soon as He Jianlan put the rope down, something was tied up with the rope.

But no one is sure what they pulled up.

Slowly, the sound of heavy breathing came closer as the rope swung, as if something was enduring pain and trying to breathe.

He Jianlan took the time to adjust his glasses: "It should be a living person."

They stared nervously at the stairs until a pale face was dragged up.

The psychic did not issue a warning, so everyone breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed to take a look.

The face's eyes were white, and there was only intermittent breathing in the mouth. His chest was rising and falling weakly, and most of his body was hanging in the dark and bottomless stairwell below.

Fortunately, people still remember this face.

It was the E-class newcomer who broke down in the restaurant this morning, yelled at the head nurse, and rushed out of the door.

Seeing his half-dead state, many F-levels present who were lower than E-levels had their legs weak and their faces turned pale with fear.

"Don't bring all the people up yet, just in case..."

He Jianlan did not finish his words, but all the old people understood what he meant and chose to acquiesce.

In an infinite loop, there are survivors who are replaced by non-human beings after being left alone. What's more, the other party is still an insignificant E-level, and no one present knows his character and details.

Jiang Yuan poured water on the head of the E-class newcomer and kicked the sunken cheek with the upper of his shoe.

"Hey, wake up."

The ice-cold water poured over his head. Such stimulation made the newcomer, whose eyes turned white, suddenly tremble. "Wow--" he vomited a large mouthful of blood from his chest. He completely lost the energy of the psychological collapse when he questioned the head nurse.

Jiang Yuan couldn't avoid it for a moment, and his legs were sprayed all over.

"Fuck you, you son of a bitch!"

The smelly red blood mixed with saliva and saliva hung in strands in the air, emitting an unpleasant stench.

Jiang Yuan's face was so angry that he was about to step forward and give him a hard kick, but He Jianlan pulled him back a few steps.

Only then did Messiah's downcast expression improve.

He glanced at Jiang Yuan warningly, and the high priest's staff in his hand suddenly emitted a golden-green light surrounded by light spots.

In an instant, these spots and rays of light fell on the head of the person who was leaning out half of the body in the stairwell.

Almost visible to the naked eye, the newlywed's originally pale and papery complexion also gained a little more color. At least it didn't look like a cold corpse that had been rushed to the morgue. It finally had a bit of life in it.

As soon as he regained consciousness, the newcomer gasped, his lips trembled, and his face was stained with bone-deep fear.

"Don't be anxious, take your time. If it's difficult to speak for the moment, you can say it word by word, or you can just do the action."

The S-level props held by the blond-haired Holy Son are still working, and his tone is soft and soothing, "I will ask you questions, and you can just answer or give a reaction. During this period, I will not interrupt your treatment."

The couple's eyes shone with gratitude.

Messiah asked in a low voice: "What's on the second floor below?"

In an instant, the look in the eyes of the E-class newcomer was immediately replaced by panic.

He ignored the blood on the ground that he had just vomited. He shook his head crazily like a rattle, his teeth chattered, and all the muscles in his face spasmed due to extreme fear, and he could not say a word.

Although they had known for a long time that there was something on the second floor below ground level, such a reaction was unexpected.

He Jianlan stared closely at the newcomer's facial expression, trying to find any flaws in it.

Unfortunately not.

Messiah was a little regretful that he couldn't ask this question, but he didn't force it, "Then, next question, is there anyone else down there?"

The newcomer stopped shaking his head wildly. He hesitated and nodded.

The old people exchanged glances with each other.

As of now, after entering the operating room on the first floor, they have only the tiny second floor below that they have not explored.

Vincent has mysteriously disappeared since entering the dungeon. Now all the clues point to the second floor below. Except for the second floor below, he has nowhere to go. This answer from the E-class newcomer happened to verify the answer that everyone had guessed.

But they couldn't figure out why Vincent stayed down there and couldn't come up.

As a half-vampire, in terms of survival ability in a terrifying dungeon, A-level Vincent is even stronger than S-level Son. After all, his physique is also Yin, and ghosts are also Yin. Generally, non-humans who enter a dungeon will tend to kill off the annoying Yang humans, and then slowly grind against their Yin counterparts.

This is also the consistent confidence of the members of the Dark Night Team, represented by Vincent. As long as their team is sure that the current copy is a supernatural copy, they will usually take advantage of this to take the initiative.

Now Vincent has been missing, either dead, or simply trapped down there and unable to get up.

Whatever the case may be, it is highly debatable.

"Then do you know whether he is dead or alive?"

Messiah paused and was about to dig out more information when he saw the newcomer suddenly begin to struggle violently.

His pupils were filled with pleading tears, and he made a hoarse and harsh voice like an old blower, "Help...help..."

He Jianlan was shocked, "No, something is pulling on him down there!"

Almost at the same time, Qin grabbed the rope that kept retreating. In a moment, veins popped out in his thick arms.

Others looked at it in shock.

Qin Ye's ability was blessed by the werewolf, and he was extremely powerful. Even he showed an expression of difficulty, which showed how powerful the force that was competing against him was.

The newcomer's expression became more and more painful. His arm rubbed against the cold and hard concrete, dragging out a shocking trail of blood, along with a lot of scraped skin, which looked cold and pale.

Anyone can see that the result of this stalemate is bound to be bad. But looking at the newcomer's pleading eyes, no one could say the word "let go".

Just when the golden-haired Holy Son looked unbearable and was about to make a decision, the force coming from below suddenly increased.

The newcomer's pale face suddenly turned pale, and with a "whoosh", he disappeared into the dark stairwell.

Qin couldn't help but staggered by the force.

"Stab-"

There was a creepy cracking sound in the corridor.

Qin Ye's pupils shrank suddenly and he subconsciously let go of his hand.

A heavy sound of heavy objects falling to the ground could be heard from down the empty corridor.

No one spoke.

The old people are either used to seeing life and death indifferently, or they just watch without any concern. Like the Messiah, he immediately crossed himself on his chest and prayed in a low voice. He was really the only one in the entire infinite cycle.

The newcomers turned their backs and retched. Fortunately, they did not face that horrific scene.

In just one day, these newcomers had already experienced countless bloody scenes that they had never experienced before.

Even the wealthy newcomer who had just entered this dungeon and clamored in front of the Messiah about how much money he would spend to hire him as a bodyguard had already recognized this cold fact. He shivered in the corner and his glasses were as wide as bells.

"well."

He Jianlan was silent for a moment, then pulled up the knotted lasso and put it away.

Special props will not be stained with dust. Even if a person has just been put on it and it is torn alive, the noose will still be smooth as before, leaving no trace.

The old people knew in their hearts that all their efforts just now were in vain.

Now the clues have reached a dead end. Although He Jianlan is full of confidence in the random mission released by the main system, the premise is that he has a chance to survive in this dungeon that is infinitely close to S-level difficulty in order to defeat Zong Jiu and Sheng Yu. Write the name on the whiteboard.

Since this method doesn't work, the only way is--

"Let's go have lunch first."

Messiah stopped praying and said, "After lunch break, I will lead a small team to take a look at the second floor below."

finally. The moment finally came.

Practitioners look at their noses with their eyes, and their minds with their noses.

Regarding this topic, Messiah chose to be frank and honest: "I know that no one wants to be in danger. But since the start of this dungeon, we have been acting as a team and have never experienced any dangerous challenges. This has led to the possibility that we may end up in dungeon settlement Of course, if you really don’t want to go, I won’t force you to do so, but if you are ambitious and want to improve your rating after the dungeon ends, you are welcome to take a lunch break. Come to me privately."

When the Holy Son said this, some people couldn't help but get excited.

Everyone knows the ability of Messiah. If you follow this treatment, your safety can be guaranteed to the maximum extent. After passing this village, there will be no shop like this.

Everyone went upstairs in silence, each with their own thoughts in mind.

Jiang Yuan, who was walking behind, noticed the high school student who was trying to sneak away behind the team.

He glanced at Sheng Yu's back and said viciously: "Okay, this traitor still dares to come to us to inquire about information!"

The previous confrontation with Zong Jiu had completely humiliated Jiang Yuan.

Although his expression was expressionless just now, he clearly saw several newcomers discussing quietly in private, which made Jiang Yuan even more angry.

No, he must find a way to get the situation back.

So after confirming that the Messiah had gone upstairs, Jiang Yuan whispered to the newcomers: "You guys stay here and come up later when you see the E-class and F-class come out. If you have any news, let me know at any time." report."

How could the newcomers dare to disobey a B-level, so they all said yes.

Jiang Yuan nodded with satisfaction and left without looking back.